#they're still on your mind and in your thoughts words and deeds

[f-imaginings]

I was reading kmky and I have a question about the “Good” dimension where Bill is used as a battery. How did that work? Cause didn’t Bill power up when Ford “worshipped” him? But this Ford from that dimension didn’t. Or at least not in the way Ford worshipped him. Idk I’m confused 😅 I don’t know how to ask this properly

The "good" dimension wasn't really meant to be all that good. I plan to explore it more in my what if spin off, but basically the Ford in that world still does worship Bill in the most toxic backhanded way possible. He still fell in love with him, and the betrayal just happened with much more intensity. Rather than banishing Bill's body he rebound it, after asking Bill to show him the converter and cuffs again so he could "tinker with them" to "make them better". I'll go into it in more detail in the spin off (and have already started on a chapter for that) but basically Ford then goes to build all of his success on this secret captivity of his cosmic lover's power. It's not the same sort of adoration but he is still thinking about Bill every single day. Every time he receives accolades or praise it's because of Bill powering the portal in the basement, and Ford knows it. He said it in the chapter, that Bill is the very bedrock of the foundation. He's someone who still vacillates between fussing over bill's condition (bringing a tv down there for him, then removing it when Bill pisses him off) and who covered the glass where bill's eyes were with tape so he doesn't have to look Bill in the eye after what he did to him, BUT THE IDIOT KEEPS PEELING THE TAPE BACK SO HE CAN STARE AT HIM!!!! He is still absolutely obsessed with Bill, they still make each other feel important, they've just become ten times as toxic and codependent on each other's regard. When our story's Ford comes through the worship increases and Bill gains more power BC that's two Stanford's both obsessed with killing or containing him. The bit at the end where he said "I've always wanted for us to be monsters together" and Stanford wanting that too was very purposeful. The temptation to drag each other down and just burn together is the core of their relationship and it's messy and nasty and shitty but it's also very them.

[enviedear]

i've been going solo now ⟶ ben solo

description ⌙ when you get a distress signal from your dad and his life-long goon you're quick to try and come to their rescue. only problem? so is ben solo.

pairing ⌙ smuggler!ben solo x f!reader

warnings ⌙ childhood crush/frenemies turned adults with horrible communication skills, reader is the daughter of lando (biologically or not you decide), ben is a jerk, reader is a brat, petty arguments, forced proximity trope, inner conflict all the time, han and lando are just two pals getting into serious issues that their kids have to fix don't mind them (they're just mentioned), most likely incorrect knowledge of the falcon & starship parts, smuggler!ben solo au because that's canon to me, ben calls reader kid (affectionate, kinda), typos probabaly

word count ⌙ 4.1k

— request | masterlist

i just think ben solo is very much solo by future coded and i wanted to write about smuggler!ben and his smug attitude. special thanks to @crucifiedfaerie for letting me gush over this idea constantly in our dms <3

you never had the stomach for killing— the thought of it or the act itself. the notion of ending someone's life has always been abhorrent to you, leaving a sour sensation in your mouth that lingers long after the deed is done. but right now, you sit, filled with a growing and seemingly unstoppable rage that practically demands blood.

"don't even think about jumping into hyperspace, solo!" your voice is loud but erratic.

the black-haired man piloting the ship gives you a side eye, "and waste hours getting there? sure thing, kid."

you grip the co-pilot seat as hard as possible as he sends the absolutely geriatric ship into lightspeed. the force of it sends your head back onto the headrest, and you screw your eyes shut until the motion of the ship stills.

you've been flying with ben solo on the millennium falcon for a day and a half now, and this isn't even the first time you've wanted to kill him.

no, you'd harbored a hatred for ben solo for as long as you could remember. when you were little your father frequently left you in the care of the organa-solo's. any trip too risky for you to follow him on had you spending time on chandrila han and leia— and ben.

he was a few years older than you and so insufferable - spoiled rotten and full of mischief. the two of you would inevitably end up in scuffles over something, whether it be who got to shower first or which holovid show to watch. you often wondered how your father, han, or leia had managed to handle both of you. a hardheaded pair of troublemakers that needed little excuse to start bickering with one another.

but beneath it all, there had been another layer to your complex relationship with ben solo. even though you feigned anger whenever near him, deep down there had been an admiration growing since those early days spent together. your naive heart fluttered when he would absentmindedly flash his ever-present smirk in your direction. but you'd never admit or act upon any such feelings.

naviagting your crush had been difficult at first. especially having lando calrissian as a parent. you were forced to spend weeks around the source of your teen angst because of your father.

what use is a dad that can sweet-talk a jablogian if he can't fix your unwanted crush on his best friend's son.

you've cursed at his image in your mind every time you look at your ridiculous companion. if not for him, you wouldn't be with ben right now— you'd have never had the displeasure of his company.

you got away from the young solo, and most everyone else, for a good five years, hopping from planet to planet, picking up any honest work. which usually meant boring work— factory jobs, service stuff, a few instances of babysitting.

your life without ben solo is predictable and a little boring.

but you'd rather be bored than deal with the recklessness that becomes your life every time you see the smuggler.

but here you sit beside him, forced to spend an unknown amount of days with him until the both of you find your idiotic fathers.

you had gotten a rouge comm-link message from your dad just days ago. he sounded fine, voice still leisurely and warm, but it was his words that were worrisome, "han's got us in a bit of trouble, little star. would you mind coming to help your old man out? we're somewhere in the trilon sector— i'd try batuu first!"

when you got the message, your mind had gone into autopilot. you had rushed to comm leia, which had been a fatal mistake, as she had ordered her son to pick you up and accompany you. so now you're here, stuck with ben solo and his frightening flying.

"you know, dad should have warned me i'd be flying with a coward." ben's lips are curved into a grin, as usual with his teasing.

you whip your head in his direction, eyes ablaze, "well my father should have warned me that you've gotten even more annoying, somehow."

ben narrows his eyes, a stupid smirk still plastered to his face, "whatever you say, kid."

you feel your blood go hot, why he decided to start calling you kid, you didn't know, but you do know you hate it.

ben's barely your senior, only twenty-three years of age in comparison to your twenty. besides he behaves like an out-of-hand teen away.

"stop calling me that." you groan.

ben chuckles, "aw, what's the matter, kid? tired of following orders already?"

you grit your teeth, the way he talks down to you will forever get under your skin, "i don't take orders from you, solo."

"sure you do. you're on my ship, remember?" ben retorts, his eyes focused on the coordinates displayed to his left.

you cross your arms over your chest, "we're supposed to be working together to find han and my father and get them out of trouble, not bickering like children."

ben rolls his eyes, "it's not my fault you're so uptight."

you take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down. you can't afford to lose your temper and start a fight, not when you're relying on him to get you to your destination safely. so, you force a smile, "look, can we just be civil? we're both here because we care about our dads and want to help them."

ben's expression softens a little, "fine. but if you start nagging at me again, i can't promise i won't call you kid."

you roll your eyes, "deal. now, can you tell me more about what's going on? my dad was pretty vague in his message."

ben hums, "same with mine. all i know is that lando got mixed up in some kind of shady deal, and now he's in trouble with a gang of criminals called the ninth sun. my mom's been trying to negotiate with them, but they're not ones to bend the knee."

you groan, "of course not. what's the plan?"

he shakes a stray black strand of hair from his eye, "no plan, just find them and go from there."

"lovely, that's totally going to work," you bite your lip, "oh and, it was han who made the sketch deal, not my dad."

ben shrugs, "and who told you that?" he rests his elbow on the armrest and brings his hand to his chin, "lando?"

you clench your fists, "let's just focus on finding them. no need to dwell on the semantics."

ben glances at you and for a moment, you swear there's a flicker of something in his eyes. something other than his usual teasing, mischievous demeanor, but it's gone as quickly as it came and he turns back to the console.

the ship hums steadily beneath you, and the silence between you two stretches on, broken only by the occasional beep from the controls. you fidget in your seat, uncomfortable with the unfamiliar hush. you've never been around ben so long without saying anything, and you're about to speak up before he interrupts you.

"we'll have to make a pit stop, i need to refuel." his voice sounds tired.

you nod, "alright. any nearby planets we can stop at?"

ben checks the navicomputer, "yeah, there's one a couple of light years away. i've been there before, it's not too bad."

"okay solo, lead the way." you say, leaning back in your seat.

as he pilots the ship toward the destination, you can't help but study him from the corner of your eye. he's changed since the last time you saw him. the boy who used to pull your hair and steal your toys has grown into a man. he's lean and toned with longer hair, still as sable black as ever. it falls into his eyes, despite how much he wills it not to, giving him a slightly disheveled look that you can't help but find attractive.

you rue the thoughts plaguing your own mind.

the embarrassment you used to feel over your crush has come back ten-fold. the feeling shocks you. he's trying to act all suave and mature, but you know deep down that he's still the same old ben who annoyed the life out of you. you can feel the familiar tug in your heart every time he speaks, and you know he can't have changed much over the years. not when he's making you feel just like you're fourteen again.

but there is something different about him now. maybe it's the way he pilots the ship with ease– no longer the boy who'd cover his ears ar take off, or maybe it's just the way his muscles flex under his tight-fitting shirt. he's almost mesmerizing.

it's clear that he's been doing this for a long time, navigating the stars all alone with nothing but his shitty attitude and perfect hair. you find yourself marveling over him, sure and smooth, his hands deftly moving over the controls.

ever the realist, you try to shake off the feeling, but it's proving difficult. you feel a strange urge to preserve your current addiction.

as you watch him fly, you feel a fixation building within you. it's a sentiment you haven't felt in years, not felt since the last time you saw him.

you try to push the feeling down, knowing that it's not the time to have those kinds of thoughts. you're supposed to be focused on finding your fathers and not getting killed by some lethal syndicate, not lusting after your childhood nemesis.

you feel wrong stealing glances at him, trying to understand what's changed and why you're feeling this way. you're towing a dangerous, line. especially if those feelings are inspired by ben organa-solo.

finally, after what feels like hours, you arrive at the refueling station. as soon as ben lands the ship, you stretch your legs inside the falcon, looking out at the new scenery. the planet is bathed in the evening light, and the scene around you is wide awake. the station itself is a bustling hub of activity, with all kinds of alien species milling about.

ben leads the way to the fueling station, where he begins filling up the ship's tanks. you stand by the ship's entrance, people-watching. your eyes find ben's figure again, and you let them stall. when he looks your way, you advert your gaze and step out of the falcon, swiftly approaching him.

the evening air is cool as it hits your skin. this planet is a strange one, with vibrant purple plants and thick, white fog swirling around. but you don't pay too much attention to it, your eyes are locked on ben.

he's leaning against the ship, checking over the fuel meter with a frown on his face. you walk over to him and clear your throat, expecting to get his attention.

he looks up at you, eyes meeting your own. you feel your heart skip a beat, and you curse yourself for being soft for him.

"you know, you didn't have to follow me out here." he mumbles, hand coming to brush the hair from his eyes.

you hum, "i didn't have anything better to do."

he ignores you and looks back at the fuel gauge, his eyebrows furrow, "i found something for you to do." his voice is monotone, but you're all too familiar with the subtle cut of annoyance within.

"what does that mean?" you own voice comes out a bit too anxious.

ben groans before looking at you, "one of the damn tanks has a leak— i told chewie to fix that weeks ago." he follows up his words with a few curses before kicking the faulty gas tank.

you roll your eyes, "can't we just get another one? i'm sure if we go inside someone would know where we could get another one."

"the problem isn't finding one," he tsks at you, "the problem is that this tank has been leaking fuel into the beacon finder. without that, we're never finding our dear old dads."

your heart sinks. you had been so sure that you would find your dad quickly, but now it looks like that might not be the case. "so, what do you suggest we do?" you ask, crossing your arms over your chest.

"i'll have to fix the beacon," he sighs, "luckily i have the tools for it, but i need to find one more part, and with the sun setting soon…" he trails off, letting his silence complete the sentence for him.

you take in a deep breath at his implication. you can tell what he is suggesting without explicitly stating it.

you will be stuck on this planet with him tonight and forced to share the same cramped room. you thank god for separate cots, at least.

you try to ignore the warmth creeping up your ears, but you know that it's a losing battle. you haven't shared a room with ben solo since you were kids, endless unwilling sleepovers at each other's houses. but those instances were filled with innocent pranks and arguments, not the tension and longing glances you've found yourself giving him.

"alright," you say, trying to keep your voice even, "we'll just get the part and fix the beacon. the faster we fix this, the faster we can find our fathers and get back to our lives." you move towards the entrance of the fueling station, wanting to put space between you and ben.

"you mean so you can get back to your life." he calls out to you, and you look back at him only to be met with contempt in his brown eyes, "the one where you avoid me."

you give him a sharp eye roll before making your way toward a small gaggle of vendors, much more interested in finding this part. ben follows closely behind you, and you can feel the weight of his stare on the back of your head.

you're at a loss as to why ben solo would ever care that you've been avoiding him for the last five years. the ben you remember would've never batted an eye. when did that change?

you find a vendor selling the part that ben needs, and you both split the payment before heading back to the falcon. ben sets to work on the beacon, and you sit nearby, supposedly looking over the coordinates but mostly watching him work.

there's an abnormal sense of calm that fills you as you watch him. concentration is etched on his face, lips bitten bright red. you can't help but admire him, not for the sake of not trying.

you're brought back to reality when he starts cursing under his breath, "what's wrong?" you ask, moving closer to him.

"this damn thing won't budge," he grunts, trying to pry apart two pieces of the beacon.

you move to his side, peering down at the device. his breath is hot on your cheek, and you feel an urge to shiver. trying to focus on the task at hand you take a few breaths.

your eyes keep drifting to his lips, the way they move when he curses. you shake your head, trying to clear the inappropriate thoughts from your mind. "let me help," you offer, reaching for one of the tools he's using.

he hands it to you, and you lean in closer, your sides pressed together as you work the tool. you can feel his heat exuding into you, a warmth that isn't just from the planet's humid air. you try to focus, but it's becoming increasingly difficult. every time he moves, you catch a whiff of his scent, musky and rich, and your mind starts to wander to places it shouldn't.

finally, after what feels like an eternity, the piece pops free, and ben lets out a sigh of relief. he turns to you, a small smile on his face, and you can't help but smile back. his eyes lock onto yours, and suddenly, the air between you is charged with something foreign.

you let your tone come out sardonic, "looks like i saved the day. you're welcome, solo."

ben tilts his head, eyes narrowing, "you're a brat, kid."

"i thought i told you to stop calling me that." you want to hit him.

"i said i had a condition," he pauses, arms coming to either side of you, palms pressing into the falcon's floor, effectively trapping you against him, "a condition you just broke. so you're back to kid, kid."

you feel your resolve slipping, "you're the worst. you always have been, and i can see now that will never change."

he has the audacity to let out an amused breath, "if you're going to say shit like that, at least mean it."

your brows furrow, "pardon me? as if i don't mean that."

his hands creep from the ground and to your hips, you gasp as he pulls you in closer. if he were anyone else, you'd expect him to kiss you next, but he's not anyone else. so instead, he cranes down and whispers in your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "i know you want me," he growls, his fingers digging into your clothed flesh. "don't act like you don't,"

you're completely caught off guard, and before you can respond, he's pulling away from you and grabbing the beacon. you watch in silent horror as he makes for the falcon's exit, leaving you confused on the floor.

you sit there, rooted to the spot, your mind and body in turmoil. you know if you follow him you'd just be throwing yourself into a petty or embarrassing altercation.

what did he mean by that anyway? how could he possibly know?

taking a steadying breath, you turn away from your seat and make for the other side of the ship. you need to keep yourself busy until nighttime, and you know that there's some maintenance to do on one of the storage bays. when you get there, however, it's already been taken care of. your fists clench in frustration as you realize ben must have done it earlier.

you start searching around the ship for any other tasks that might help keep your mind off things and pass the time more quickly- checking cords, tidying up shelves or going through supplies lists so nothing gets low.

the hours seem to stretch on endlessly despite how much work you manage to do, and all too soon darkness begins to fill the sky outside of the cockpit windows. with a heavy sigh, you head back towards where you and ben had been working earlier. he's back now, tinkering away with the beacon as if nothing had ever happened between the two of you earlier— as if his words hadn't sent a tremble down your spine and confused the emotions tumbling through your mind.

you catch an expectant glance from him when he finally notices your presence. you're sure he's expecting you to say something to him. maybe he wants you to yell.

you don't say anything though, instead offering only a terse nod before checking the endless cords around you.

your fingers move quickly and expertly over the tangled cords, your mind too preoccupied to focus on anything else. but you can feel his gaze on you, burning through the back of your skull like a branding iron. his presence is suffocating and you know that if you don't get a handle on your emotions soon, you'll combust.

eventually, you're so lost in thought that you almost miss the soft footfalls approaching you. you turn to see ben standing beside you, his eyes locked onto yours. the air between you is thick with strain, unspoken words, and feelings. there are so many things you want to say to him, but you don't know where to begin.

"so," his voice breaks through the silence like a blaster shot. "when are we going to talk about it?"

you hear the depth in his baritone voice and it's all you can do to keep your face neutral, your thoughts collected, "talk about what?" you ask, even though you know perfectly well what he's referring to.

"about me and you," he says, voice low but insistent, "or we can just keep ignoring it. the tension seems to be getting us pretty far."

your expression shifts as you take in his words, the longing that had been coiled in so tightly before now coming to the surface. you can feel yourself flustering under the intensity of his watch but you refuse to look away, instead lifting your chin higher and narrowing your eyes.

"there is no us, solo," you say firmly, though your voice is riddled with a hint of something else entirely, "there never has been, and never will be."

ben seems unfazed by your words, his eyes steady and intense. "you say that," he says, his voice softening. "but i know you better than anyone else. and i know there's some part of you that actually likes me. i bet it pisses you off, doesn't it?"

he's right— it does piss you off that your heart can't seem to let him go. no matter how annoying you find him, he's beautiful and confident. and he does know you better than anyone. he knows what buttons to press and how hard. with ben, there's always the thrill of how perceptive he is— that he can see through the walls of anger and indifference you try so hard to build up around yourself.

you can feel your will crumbling under his words, your heart throbbing in your chest, but still, you push back, "even if there is something there, solo," you say, your voice shaking slightly, "it doesn't change anything. we're two different people living two very different lives."

ben smirks, "you don't know anything about my life."

you let your eyes roll, "as if the life you lead is some kind of mystery," you take a deep breath, "i mean, what's to know? you fly alone, smuggle, and rack up credits. that's your life, solo."

he hums, right hand finding a home beside your head on the wall, "you know me so well, kid. you should write a book."

you feel inexplicably hot, "maybe i will. a long book of all the reasons you piss me off."

he doesn't respond, just looks down at you for an uncomfortable amount of time. he pushes himself from the wall and you, twisting and letting his back hit the durasteel wall. his face is turned to you, eyes downcast.

"you know," he says finally, breaking the silence, "i remember when we were kids, it was always you who used to be the one to instigate. you probably don't remember it that way, but i do, and i loved it. you never hesitated. you were fearless."

you look at him incredulously, wondering what this has to do with anything. but he continues, "you were the only girl that would play with me, and not just that, the only one that could beat me. but then one day you just stopped. you ignored me completely."

you stiffen, unwilling to admit even through body language that he might be right. a pre-teen you found avoiding your ben sized crush the most viable option. you just never thought he'd care.

he continues, eyes unwavering from yours, "you used to look at me like i was the only person that mattered. and then, you just stopped. it's was like… like you had something to hide."

it's like he can read your mind because he reaches out and grasps your wrist in his hand. his touch is nice against your skin, sending a comfortable feel through your veins.

"i miss you, the girl who wasn't afraid of liking me," he whispers, his voice low and husky. "and i want you to admit that you miss me too."

you struggle to find words, to make sense of everything inside of you, but before you can speak, his lips are on yours. his kiss is hot and demanding, and instinctively lean into him, body melting against his in perfect harmony. his hands slide around your waist and hold you close as the kiss deepens, and you can feel all of the frustrations of the past slipping away. when he finally pulls back, his eyes are bright with emotion and a hint of a smile graces his lips.

he looks down at you for a moment before speaking in a low voice, "you want me to do that again?" he steps closer to you and cups your face in his hands, his eyes twinkling with amusement. you can feel the warmth radiating from his body and if it weren't for his strong arms around you, you would have melted into a puddle.

you nod slowly in agreement, too lost in the moment to say anything else. he leans down and brushes his lips against your cheek before pulling away completely, "then be honest. right here, right now. you like me."

you screw your eyes shut, basking in the shame of being found out, "i like you, solo. i like you a lot, but if you don't get off your pedestal and kiss me again i'll withdraw the opportunity."

he gazes down at you with an expression that's tender yet mischievous all at once. "i like you too," he whispers before chuckling lightly, you open your eyes to see.

his dimples are on full display, and for a second, he's the spirit of the little brat you fell in love with all those years ago. "c'mere, kid." his voice is soft as he pulls you back into him, lips meeting yours.

[nyctonoxie]

coffee. — ANAKIN SKYWALKER.

summary: coffee shop au I thought of earlier with a friend of mine. warnings: reader implied. no exclusive mention of y/n, gender neutral descriptions. insert is referred to once as "mother nature." notes: 735 words. sfw. not proofread.

ANAKIN SKYWALKER , fresh out of high school with his short cropped dirty-blonde hair and his watercolor eyes. He's kind, popular among customers. There's something so alluring about him. Maybe it's how he holds eye contact- follows his customers eyes as their gazes fit away. Or perhaps it's the fact he seems taller every time his regulars come back for their typical order. There's just- something about him that keeps customers returning.  ㅤHe's working here over the summer before he goes into collage. It keeps his hands busy, although he spends most of his free time outside of the quaint little shop below cars, or leaned over their hood. Occasionally, he'll come into a shift with oil still staining the lines in his hands, sticking under his nails-- grime on the edge of his shirt, caught in his 5-o'clock shadow he hasn't had time to shave. Obi-Wan, his boss, despises this.  ㅤAnakin is particularly fond of a new regular he's acquired. He remembers meeting them as if it happened mere hours ago. He'd parked further away than usual, for whatever reason. All he remembers on that front is that'd he'd regretted it. The cold bites at his cheeks and makes his nose sting. It's just about ruined his day, despite wearing a fleece jacket the cold has still wormed it's way in and made itself home in his bones.  ㅤHe's interrupted by someone who seems to be having a worse day than he is. They look around his age, maybe a little older, and he contemplates leaving them for someone else. His shift starts in about thirty minutes and he'd rater warm up in the back than be someone's savior today. Good deeds don't tip and he really needs the money.  ㅤUnfortunately for Anakin, they spot him before he can evade. He doesn't look exactly- friendly, per say. Brows furrowed and He's looking at them as if they're mother nature. As if they'd made this frigid weather just to rain on Anakin's party. Their words die on their tongue, and instead, they stare like a deer caught in headlights. And he just stares right back.  ㅤ"Excuse me- I'm sorry to bother, but my car just broke down and I-" They start, laughing a little to ease their own anxieties. "I've been all over the place and My phones dead. Could you call someone-? or-" And they almost cut themselves off, too terrified at the idea of asking this particular gentlemen, Anakin, for help. "-or help? Maybe?"  ㅤAnakin humors them for their own sake. He nods, wordlessly, and shoulders past them, bracing a hand on their already opened hood as he leans over the front of the car. He doesn't see anything visually wrong, but it's always hard to tell when it comes to cold-weather breakdowns. "How long were you driving for?"  ㅤ"Not long- maybe five minutes? Give or take?" Anakin hums, nodding along. "Did you let your car warm up?" And they pause, and look at him as if he's the stupid one. But they laugh instead, and their cheeks flush even more as if they're embarrassed. "I was in a rush this morning- My fluids are probably frozen. A friend warned me about that once. I didn't even think of that."

 ㅤAnakin shuts the hood before he speaks again. He's found he doesn't mind their company. "It's a common issue. Happens all the time." And he pauses, before nodding to his coffee shop a few feet away. "You could grab a drink while your car warms up. I'll walk with you. I need to clock in anyway." And he cant say he's not delighted when they agree, letting their car warm up as they begin to walk towards the shop.

 ㅤThey handle most of the conversation, chatting away while Anakin listens. He'll add on every once in a while, but he prefers to watch and listen. Once they're inside, he takes their order, and repeats it in his mind when he makes it. Repeats the name they gave, too. Anakin scribbles down a note on the side of their cup before he hands it to them. Waves them off and bids them well. They can feel his eyes on them as they leave.  ㅤOnce they're back in their now properly running car, they glance at the note left scribbled on the side, ink smudged from his hand.

'Warm your car up next time. - Anakin S.'

[adventuremaker21]

Trix Week 2024 appreciation (1, 5, and 6)

This AU is from my crossover fanfiction, Gravity Winx (Gravity Falls/Winx Club crossover), So expect some bonus names. Takes place after the great split between the three ancestors and their descendants plus Pacifica Northwest, the witch of metal. While this may showcase one day, this is in fact representing the whole week because I don't have individual; days planned. ------------------------------------------------------------- The deed has been done. Thanks to brave actions, and a stupid plan, the eight Winx club fairies, the six specialists, Pacifica, and the three headmasters have successfully split Icy, Darcy, and Stormy from their horrible ancestors Belladonna, Liliss, and Tharma. They were puppets on strings, but now they were free from their vile influence. The words that were said earlier in the night still echo through their minds. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO US!!" Belladonna roared at Pacifica. "I hope looking for the dragon's flame was worth it BECAUSE YOU JUST BURNT YOUR BDIRGE WITH YOUR DECEDENTS!!" Pacifica roared back at them while standing in front of Icy, Darcy, and Stormy, shielding them from their awful family members. But at the dorm itself, Icy, Darcy, and Stormy were just lying on the couch together, thinking for themselves for the first time in over a year. Pacifica was looking at the three of them while she was in the kitchen trying to get some drinks for the four of them. "It's been an hour, and I still can't believe it," Darcy said as she looked at her hands. "I can't hear or feel Tharma's presence in me." "Yeah, no kidding," Stormy said, agreeing with her. "My lightning is now free to roam wherever it may please. Even without Liliss's presence." As for Icy, she remembered what Griffin told her about why she made a deal with Belladonna. Why she did what she thought was right. To free her blood sister Sapphy from her frozen curse. Now that she knew Belladonna was the cause of it, Icy snapped and went after her ancestor. She would have died if it were not for the fairies, specialists, the teachers, and even Pacifica's interference. Thanks to them, they're free. Thanks to Pacifica, they're free. "It was pretty nice for Headwitchstress Griffin to let you three stay here," Pacifica said as she came back to them with some Pitt Cola. "Pacifica..." Icy said as she saw Pacifica come to her and looked away. "Why..." "The soda?" Pacifica asked. "It was all we had." "Why did you save us?" Icy said as she looked at her. "I'm sorry?" Pacifica asked as she saw them sitting up. "Pacifica, witches are meant to betray," Darcy said to her. "Friends, students, teachers, figures of authority. Witches betray witches."

"You should have left us to our fates," Stormy said, feeling sorry for herself. At that moment, Pacifica came over to her and gave her a pretty tight hug. "DO NOT!! EVER!! SAY THAT AGAIN!!" Pacifica yelled at Stormy. Stormy was confused at Pacifica's actions to them. Icy, Darcy, and Stormy lied, cheated, threatened, fought, and tricked their way up here. Sure, they had their ancestors, but Darcy was right. They were witches. They betray. Pacifica, however, did not do that. "Why do you care so much about us?" Darcy asked Pacifica. "We're mean. We trick people. We're witches." "You three saved my life from my awful parents," Pacifica said as she used her metallic scarf to bring Icy and Darcy closer to the hug. "I just want to save you from your awful ancestors in return." "Why?" Icy asked her. "Because, sisters," Pacifica said as she started tearing up. "I love all of you. You've been a family to me since my parents tossed me to the wolves. You gave me magic, a home, more classes, safety." Pacifica then hugged them even tighter. "You gave me life." Icy, Darcy, and Stormy were all shocked at this. Pacifica, at any time, could have said or done anything to knock them down a few pegs. But instead, she stayed by their side and made sure they were free, just like how they freed her from Preston and Priscilla. At that moment, all three of the older witches started bawling their eyes out. They were loved by their sister, and in return, their sister loved them. Freed from familial influence, they found sisterhood in one another. They were the Trix. Isabella "Icy" Everfrost. Darcy Void. Stormy Tempest. Pacifica Northwest.

[fanmoose12]

Hello 🤎

Dropping by your ask box to say how much I enjoy and love your works! You're so precious to the Levihan community and I can't get enough of your stories.

If you still take prompts (no pressure though if you don't or if you don't like the prompt or if you already wrote something similar), I'd like to read a story set in High School AU.

Against all odds Levi, the most popular student/amazing athlete/gorgeous boy asked Hange, the four-eyed/androgynous/nerdy/dirty/brilliant genius he barely knows to prom. The story can be either how/why he asked Hange and what were their reaction (and the other students reaction) or what happens on prom night when he picks a dolled up Hange up at their house and when they enter the ballroom together.

Thank you 🤎

Hange is nearly convinced they're hallucinating. Imagining things that aren't real, cannot be real. Projecting their own desires and confusing them with reality.

That's the only logical conclusion they come to, well - one of two only logical conclusions. The second one... Hange doesn't want to even think about it. It makes them feel uncomfortable, like all their insides are sticky and they're about to puke.

But Levi, the star of the school's football team and the most gorgeous boy Hange has ever laid their eyes upon, would never do that, would he? Despite his status and reputation, he's not like all the other popular kids from their school, those who make a hobby out of mocking Hange. Sure, he only exclusively addresses them as four-eyes, but that- appears nearly affectionate, compared to the nicknames that Hange receives from other students.

Levi may seem scary, what with all his scowling and nearly constant brooding, but, underneath it all - he's kind. At least, that's how Hange thinks of him. And they have enough proof of that - like that time, when Levi helped them carry all their books from the library or that one time, when he stepped in for them, when a couple of girls were making fun of them (sure they could have defended themself just fine, but- Levi’s deed was nothing if admirable, and- Hange was growing sick of spending most of their afternoons in the detention).

But what if all these incidents were just an accident? What if Levi is not as kind as he appears? What if their crush on him tinted their vision and turned them to reality?

What if what Levi just said to them wasn't a hallucination, nor a projection, and Hange did hear everything correctly? What if Levi saw right through them, took note of their very obvious crush on him and decided to pull a cruel joke on them?

Hange doesn't know what they'd do if that turns out to be true. They can't even figure out how they feel about it - are they ashamed, angry or just hurt?

Perhaps, for the first time in their life, Hange can't find their voice. Words escape them, all rational thoughts scattering from their mind. So they say nothing, do nothing, and just stare at Levi, hoping that he - in a true hallucination fashion - would vanish before their eyes.

But he does not.

He stares back at Hange, his eyes slightly narrowed, as though he tries to find some sort of an answer on their face. A bit passes, then two, then- when Hange is nearly ready to burst into hysterics - Levi sighs and reaches for his backpack.

He stands up from the cozy spot under a tree that Hange usually spends their lunch breaks at, and turns his head sideways with what Hange would assume was shame, if they weren't so bewildered by the whole ordeal.

"Sorry," he murmurs, so softly that Hange almost misses it. "For taking up your time, and... you know."

No. Hange does not, in fact, know. So, just as Levi turns away, they reach out to him and grab him by the end of his sleeve.

"Wait!" they exclaim, surprised at how breathless their own voice sounds. They weren't running, they hardly even moved, then why their heart beats so fast? And why does it feel like all air was sucked out of their lungs? Hange doesn't bother pondering on it, they have a far more pressing matter, because it seems - they feel - like the impossible conclusion was actually the correct one. "You really mean it?" they ask Levi. "This whole... prom thing?"

Levi gives them a look - the one they know all too well, the one that makes him look like a ferocious cat and never fails in making Hange smile. "What, you thought I was joking?"

"Well..." Hange trails off, trying very hard to stop themself from bursting into a fit of nervous laughter. They fail spectacularly at that, however, and start snickering into the palm of their hand. Levi's scowl, they note from the corner of their eyes, grows more pronounced as they do so. "I did actually think that."

Levi clicks his tongue that quite effectively diverts Hange's attention from the blush that begins to rapidly spread across his face. "Either you're an idiot, four-eyes, or you think I'm a complete jerk."

Hange decides to not dignify that with a reply - they do not consider themself to be an idiot, quite the opposite actually, but at the same time - they do feel a bit stupid for thinking so lowly of Levi.

"Well, since you mean it," they say, giving Levi their most charming smile. "And, apparently, have been rejected so many times that I'm your last chance, I guess... I can take pity on you."

"Wow," Levi deadpans. "You're generous, four-eyes. And also- wrong."

"Huh?" Hange tilts their head to the side, frowning. "How so?"

"You aren't my last chance. You-" Levi does it again - turns away, hiding his face from them. "You are my first choice."

Oh.

Hange's heart reacts funnily to a quiet confession - it misses a single beat, then starts hummering in their chest. Warmth spreads throught their body, and they absentmindedly wonder - is that the feeling of the famed butterflies they're experiencing right now?

The romance books they've skipped through out of boredom a couple of times didn't lie then. It is spectacular.

Does Levi feel the same? Is it why he asked them out? Does Hange- make him feel as giddy?

It's the only logical conclusion they come to, and so, Hange smiles - widely, joyfully.

They stand up, shorten distance between themself and Levi and put a hand onto his shoulder. They catch the baffled look on his face, before he once again tries to turn away.

Hange doesn't let him, though, not until they plant a kiss onto his cheek.

Levi makes a sound then - something between a sigh and a gasp, and with utter fascination Hange watches how desperately he tries to appear unaffected. He furrows his eyebrows, he gives them his famous dark look, but all his efforts go in vain, as his cheeks begin to rapidly gain color.

Hange's pretty sure it's the most adorable thing they've seen in their entire life.

"I'll be looking forward to our date!" they say, a bit cheekily. The most popular boy of their school has asked them out, after all. They have every right to feel a bit arrogant.

They reach out to Levi's hair, and - shocked that he hasn't pushed them away right away - grow bold enough to ruffle it. 

Huh. 

His hair is as soft and pleasant to the touch as Hange always imagined it to be.

Briefly, they wonder what else Levi would allow them to do - would he let them go for a hug? But they dismiss that thought immediately, it's not the time to push on the boy's boundaries, not yet.

They'll have plenty of opportunities during prom night. 

So, they simply squeeze his arm this time, and move to walk past him. They don’t get far enough, before they hear a quiet, impossibly soft, “I’ll be looking forward to it too.” 

And just like that - the butterflies return. And with one last glance at Levi, Hange knows - it's not the last time that they experience that feeling.

[officialdaydreamer00]

O dear Oracle, tell me, what of my fate with Azul? If our tale were like that of Cupid and Psyche, would love really withstand all trials? Would the love still be there through hardships and misunderstandings...? Or will we be destined to end in a tragedy?

Side note: HI HI HI!! SUPER HYPE EVENT IT'S SOOOOO COOL!!!!! Why is your brain always so huge omg

"A child of mortals, she who was blessed by the gods

Shall overcome her challenges against all odds

The son of beauty, misunderstood and wary

Shall go his way to regain her trust

Alas, the things humans would do for love."

pairing: azul ashengrotto x fem!reader

content: hurt/comfort-ish, miscommunication, a dash of angst bc we have a dramatic couple, greek mythology

the oracle speaks — cupid x psyche dynamics is my second favourite omg, they're so in love your honor (edit: IT'S BEEN SO LONG LMAO IDK WHAT I'M DOING *dies*)

May the Fates be kind to this soul.

— the faint rustling sound of a pen scribbling on papers.

the library after school was quiet as always, besides the faraway murmurs of lingering students and the rustling sound of books being flipped through. you let out a tired sigh, having been working on your essays for quite a while now. you deserved some rest, as you were almost finish.

but your mind had other plans. your eyes moved towards the man sitting by your side. azul ashengrotto, the one who had been plaguing your every thought.

it was without a doubt you adore him with your entire heart and soul. you can spend lifetimes admiring his every details, his vulnerable yet brightly burning soul, his flaws and insecurities, everything. you are willing to give your life if it means he can stay happy.

"my pearl..."

but not right now, not when he committed such a horrible deed.

"my pearl, please, i'm sorry..." you turned away from him, arms folded as you spoke not a single word. as much as you wanted to hold him in your arms and comfort him, your resolve would not break.

"i'll do anything, just- please, look at me..."

he all but begged. his voice wavered, as if he was on the verge of crying when you finally relented. you turned around with a hard stare.

"what you did was unforgivable."

"it wasn't entirely my fault..."

you sighed. only then you pulled out two items, two silver bracelets adorned with sea glass of mismatched, constrasting colours, and pouted.

"they don't match at all."

... and that was the problem leading to your argument.

"how was i supposed to know they don't match!?"

🏷️ @thehollowwriter @krenenbaker @identity-theft-101 @siren-serenity @xen-blank @dove-da-birb @ferris-the-wheel @mermaidfanficlibrary @cookiesandbiscuits @vioisgoinginsane @esmerulia-chantelle + azul kissers

[nalyra-dreaming]

Hi! How does Marius take care of the ones who must be kept? Like, they're not bedbound elderly I assume? They're just, chillin

And why does he say Akasha owes him? For keeping watch over her or why? (I don't mind spoilers obv :3)

By the time he more or less steals them (upon Akasha's supposed incentive) they are almost like statues. He... cleans them, handles them, re-clothes them, does their makeup, paints the chamber, brings flowers, sometimes sacrifices. But they rarely move. For centuries.

He moves them around, too, bound in linen iirc.

And he doesn't say she "owes" him per se - it is in the way she rises and buries him under the shrine he built for her. It is in the way he tells Thorne about her waking for Lestat (twice^^).

"I don't know what caused me the worst pain - the loss of Lestat, or my jealousy that she had given and taken with him. I'm unable to know my own mind. You understand I felt I possessed her."

Because yes, ultimately he saw them as their keeper, and since he was allowed to drink from her from time to time he saw that as a special relationship.

Akasha saw that a bit differently though, and when she rose... she mocked him.

"Ah, Marius," she said, imitating his tone perfectly again, "you never despair, do you? You are no better than Lestat, with your foolish dreams." His own words again, spoken to himself on a San Francisco street. She mocked him! Was this terror? Or was it hatred that he felt-hatred that had lain waiting in him for centuries, mixed with resentment and weariness, and grief for his human heart, hatred that now boiled to a heat he could never have imagined. He didn't dare move, dare speak. The hate was fresh and astonishing and it had taken full possession of him and he could do nothing to control it or understand it. All judgment had left him. But she knew. Of course. She knew everything, every thought, word, deed, that's what she was telling him. She had always known, everything and anything that she chose to know! And she'd known that the mindless thing beside her was past defending itself. And this, which should have been a triumphant moment, was somehow a moment of horror! She laughed softly as she looked at him. He could not bear the sound of it. He wanted to hurt her. He wanted to destroy her, all her monstrous children be damned! Let us all perish with her! If he could have done it, he would have destroyed her! It seemed she nodded, that she was telling him she understood. The monstrous insult of it. Well, he did not understand. And in another moment, he would be weeping like a child. Some ghastly error had been made, some terrible miscarriage of purpose. "My dear servant," she said, her lips lengthening in a faint bitter smile. "You have never had the power to stop me."

So yes, Marius' relationship with Akasha and what she chose to do with Lestat ... is a difficult one, and one he takes some time to digest after, too, arguably still in "Blood and Gold", imho.

[nkn0va]

This your man? This the guy you want?

Alright, apparently I got two asks about this in the span of 10 minutes so clearly we need to talk about this.

Before I get into that though, the other Blazblue writer's old blog has since been deleted. I signed out to look for their writing and it is all gone. That old blog is in fact deleted.

First off, I never ever once said I wanted Trump in office again, please do not put words in my mouth. Those DMs have since been deleted now so I cannot provide screenshots (I never thought I'd need to, fml). I do remember though that admittedly my choice of wording was pretty much as poor as it could've been and made a rather poorly timed joke. Also there was a lot of things on my mind that I unfortunately was not able to articulate before I was blocked. However I was simply stating an objective fact that the economy was largely better under Trump's presidency than Biden.

This is a huge multi-faceted argument in and of itself that I don't have the time or patience to talk about, including the fact that covid really fucked things up, but that's really not an excuse for the state of the economy 4 or even 2 years later. Inflation hit an all-time high under Biden's presidency and prices are higher than they've ever been. The cost of living is only climbing higher and higher with no current signs of dropping anytime soon. The statistics do not lie, inflation was dramatically lower under Trump's presidency than it currently is under Biden's. Popular opinion when looking at both responses to inflation and the inflation itself point to the economy doing better under Trump's term.

If you really want you can read on the topic in more detail here

Now does that I mean I support him?

Not quite.

Look, I don't think I need to tell anyone old enough to vote that Trump isn't exactly a saint. I recognize that and support the notion that as a person he is not fit for presidency in many ways despite the good he did for the economy. People are not black and white, it is not a bad thing to admit the good qualities of a person even when they're still bad outside of their deeds. Mother Teresa is a prime example. Despite all the great things she's done she's been proven to have severely neglected and at times even abused and humiliated the people in her care all in the name of indoctrinating people into the Catholic church.

This is in no way to compare her and Trump, I merely bring her up to emphasize my point that bad people can still have good qualities and vice versa. Thinking that a person is pure good or pure evil is immature, childish, and is exactly what a lot of people in power want. To create drastic divides in the American people in order to further advance their own agendas, whether we agree with them or not.

Now who might I be voting for is the question?

Frankly, I still have no idea. I don't want to skip out on voting, both on principal and especially the fact that this will be my first election, but unfortunately ERB Lincoln's worst fears have come true. The president shall once more be who the public decides is the shiniest of two turds.

I am not a Trump supporter nor a Biden supporter, just someone that wants the best for this country. Alas, as long as these two fucking idiots are our candidates, we'll have to hang in there for another four years.

This topic shall no longer be talked about on this blog publicly. If you wanna discuss anything political stop hiding behind the anonymous feature and discuss this with me in DMs like a intelligent, civilized person. Any future asks regarding this topic will be promptly deleted.

[tgrailwar-zero]

Look, Rider, I have been listening, I just feel guilty about summoning someone only to drive them out. Yes, we shouldn't have summoned her in the first place, but we did.

Also, I am starting to feel worse every time she acts like a kid if I am honest...

Are we really doing the right thing by killing her? I mean it's probably in part because she looks like a little kid that I am having such trouble. It's hard when it's directly in front of you.

CONSTANTINE: "…Right. The Beast has bewitched you with it's appearance, and you deign to pity it. I understand. Heroic Spirits cannot be children. Nor is the Whore of Babylon a mere child. That thing does not deserve 'guilt', we must…"

He stopped, before crossing his arms with a sigh.

CONSTANTINE: "…Nevermind. Continue your talks with the Beast."

A moment of long, dejected silence hung before PRETENDER sidled up to him, watching as the Emperor gave another attempt to tug his blade free from the sheath to run through DRACO, only to be met with the resistance of the Command Spell.

PRETENDER: "Oho. With that sigh, I'm sure that means you've heard a lot of apologies and not much agreement. Now, I get that we're technically enemies- as you're the Rider of Red..."

PRETENDER: "...Though you're not much of a 'Rider of Red' anymore, are you? Your allies are now your enemies, and everything you say gets brushed off by your current allies. You want to be a hero, but you're tasked with a different part. I mean, if I were you, I'd be furious. I mean, if my enemy openly wished to behead me, I'd want my Masters to do everything to support me- and yet here they are now, with nothing but excuses..."

CONSTANTINE: "There's no reason to be furious. Besides..."

PRETENDER: "Ooh. Want to mark that ego blow, or should I? I'm sure you expected your Masters to rally behind you against evil, not saddle you with performance art and baby the demon, right?"

With an airy laugh, PRETENDER leaned in closer.

PRETENDER: "Listen, you seem like a stand-up guy. But that still doesn't change the fact that your Masters are giving more courtesy to a Beast than to you. Maybe they're already enthralled by it. The power, the opportunity… I can understand you're the type to 'turn the other cheek', but sometimes you need to just do the right thing. You know… like slaying a dragon."

The PRETENDER-Class snapped his fingers, as CONSTANTINE felt a surge of magical energy rush through his body. Compounding his innate magical ability, the resistance to magic blessed upon him increasing exponentially.

He drew his sword. Smoothly, simply, easily. His eyes widened, as he turned back to look at the PRETENDER- who returned the Emperor's surprise with a coy smile and a wink. CONSTANTINE turned to look at the Beast.

Slay a dragon. Like the great Saint Georgios.

He began to walk forward, slowly. The Beast wasn't paying him any mind. Arrogance, made manifest. He felt a myriad of things- guilt, anger, frustration… mostly towards himself. He was given an order, and he was disobeying. Even if it was the right thing, he made an agreement. This was treachery, but…

He began quietly praying to himself.

CONSTANTINE: "Remit, pardon and forgive, O God, our sins committed voluntarily and involuntarily…"

This was the right thing. He could ask forgiveness later, if needed. He shook his head- why feel shame for enacting justice?

By Saint Mary. Saint Martha. Saint Peter. Saint Paul. Saint Michael, who had boldly fought the Dragon in order to bring peace to the world, as prophesied by Saint John. This Beast must be laid low. Destroyed, completely and utterly.

He continued quietly praying to himself as he marched silently onward.

CONSTANTINE: "…By word and deed, knowingly and in ignorance, by thought and purpose, by day and night…"

Closer. Closer. Step by step. Moment by moment.

He raised his blade.

CONSTANTINE: "…forgive all these... for You are gracious and love mankind."

[captmickey]

Puts both hands on your shoulders. Talk to me about the sea of thieves Guybrush.

I'm going to boldly assume you are referring to this post that I made (which reminds me... to respond to the other two. And I will so keep an eye out).

And honestly, I'm not sure if you want me to talk about how Melee is a reflection of his psyche, how Guybrush just owns up to it all regardless of the situation, or um... anything else, but if you want specifics, please let me know???

But for now, lets talk Sea of Thieves!

(A word of caution... it's a lot. It's disjointed. It'll make no sense.)

So to recap: the Legend of Monkey Island in a very loose nutshell is Pirate Lord Ramsey sent an invite to a newly wed Guybrush and Elaine to visit the Sea of Thieves because Ramsey genuinely likes Guybrush (and it has me kicking my feet) when LeChuck, who prior to the DLC, was shapeshifting around and stole the Sword of Souls which is just a weaken version of the Burning Blade (I'm still learning the SoT lore... please be patient with me). Doing as such, LeChuck managed to trick Guybrush because the blade has the capability to trap souls and he did it semi-successfully via the Sea of the Damned where your fondest memories become a reality (again, still learning I'm sorry). Elaine managed to evade getting her mind scrambled but Guybrush didn't and is now trapped in a world of his semi-creation (put a pin in that, it's the basis to my ramblings) where he's known as the Legend of Monkey Island and everyone adores him. Ramsey, the Voodoo Lady, Elaine and even Kate Capsize knows that Guybrush needs help. So they recruit us, and it is up to us, the Player, to save Guybrush.

Now that that's out of the way, to ramble time! ...Or at least as coherent as I can because boy oh boy do I have thoughts and I already made anyone willing to listen undoubtedly annoyed haaa.

(and again, if you want specifics, pleeeeease let me know) To start with: Dream Melee. The whole purpose of Dream Melee, according to LeChuck, is to trap Guybrush in a dream he will never want to wake up from. Ramsey even says that if one doesn't leave, eventually they're trapped in it forever. So when we get to Melee as the player, eeeeeeeeeveryone is gushing and fanboying over Guybrush and how cool and brave and almost super human he is.

(Even LeChuck (and the Voodoo Lady) point out that Dream Melee couldn't really happen if it weren't for that ego of his.) And like, yeah. It can't be said that Guybrush doesn't have an ego to him. He does, but it's not as loud as when he was younger. Over the course of the franchise (if you're like me and look at it as a whole), it settles down to a point where he's content with his identity and self... kind of. He still has it, but it's not as neeeeearly as obnoxious as it is in, say, MI2. And this DLC takes place after CMI according to the developers, so this is a Guybrush after being held captive in Big Whoop and his ego (while, again, still there) has been THOROUGHLY humble checked.

Now here's the funny thing about Guybrush: For as big as his ego tends to get, for as much as he brags about being a Mighty Pirate. He never chases for greater power. Ever.

In all of his adventures, whether he caused it or not, it was almost always about making a name for himself. He never strives to be the Governor, controller of the Caribbean, or even a God. He just wants, on a surface level, to have his name known (it's why he's so shocked when Morgan admits to his legacy being known and she was his fan). It's why he always brags his name about the deeds he has done (and if you look at the stuff he accomplished on paper, it's pretty dang impressive).

But even deeper than that, he wants love. He wants to be loved and even respected. This is a character that has a buuuuuunch of walls up and even puts on a mask just to hide what he's feeling because he is going under what he thinks being a pirate is all about (which he has done in the past: MI2).

Yet LeChuck being LeChuck, completely misunderstood Guybrush's wants. He completely misunderstood Guybrush's want for love and respect. LeChuck thinks what Guybrush wants is what he himself wants: absolute power. The people of Dream Melee love Guybrush, sure, but not for who he is. Not because he rightfully earned it. They love him in a way that inflates his ego. Hell, it's not even love: it's a very twisted adoration. Which is different. LeChuck also never strove for love from a genuine place, but adoration via force.

And something I found so striking and even painful at times was Melee while under the spell vs out of it.... or rather, Guybrush's mind while under vs out of it.

While under the spell, you can see the grip LeChuck has on both mind and residents: people praising the Legend of Monkey Island, adoring, fawning, practically obsessed with Guybrush. And Guybrush, caught so thoroughly under the spell, doesn't even do much to fight it, he gets tired quickly when he exerts too much (which would make sense... because lets be real, eventually Guybrush would have noticed something a-miss the longer he was energetic if him post-spell breaking is any indicator when he realizes about Elaine).

The people, or rather LeChuck's spell, kept enticing Guybrush to stay in the dream. Kept praising and admiring him.

When the spell breaks, and we talk to the people... jeeeeeeeeez they are so relentless. They're mean, they belittle, and they mock Guybrush so thoroughly. Maybe there's that small group that doesn't entirely hate on him, but it's a lot smaller compared to those that do.

....And that's Guybrush's mind when he's aware and not under a spell. Because that Dream Melee is made from his own internal mind, and going by that logic, when the spell broke, Guybrush's views on himself is not. Good. It's bad, terribly horribly bad. And that's something that is probably, usually kept under a tight wrap so as not to spill it over.

After the spell is broken, before the end of Chapter 2 and throughout Chapter 3, he berates himself a lot, preps himself for the insults and mockery from the people or even Elaine (which, for the record, I adore that she doesn't ever do). And he's not... wrong. People are berating him and talking down even well into chap 2 (I'm looking at you, Mancomb).

And yet, the only ones that vocally stand up for him and tell him, repeatedly, it's not his fault, is Elaine, Ramsey and us. Which Guybrush registers but clearly has a hard time believing. He has a hard time believing he's loved and respected even though Ramsey a.k.a Pirate Lord of the Sea of Thieves, multiple times throughout the DLC, mentions how he respects Guybrush and views him as both a friend and an equal.

But something that I admire about Guybrush in this DLC, even with his constant self-beratement, he goes on to say how he wants to earn that respect on his own merit, not in a forceful manner. He wants to earn it all just like how Ramsey did which was through hard work. He also takes maaaaassive accountability for the whole ordeal even though this, again, isn't the real Melee, he didn't need to ask for forgiveness or anything to the town that is dragging his name through the mud... but he does.

And more importantly, he doesn't up and runaway the second he's reunited with Elaine.

He feels at fault with what happened to both Melee and the Sea of Thieves, and he just.... owns it. Even with his sense of self being probably at its (probably) lowest.

Like... this DLC really truly highlighted why I adore Guybrush as my all time favorite character. They could have so easily wrote him off as some bumbling, moronic, loser who can't do anything right and be an outright bully to even us, but... he's not. He's not any of those things. He stumbles, says really corny jokes, goofs a big, and can be a bit of a ham, but he's very focused on what he wants and needs once the spell is lifted.

And more to that, what has me just, obsessed with this DLC, is how Guybrush essentially opens up to us. I made mention about his tone, how one is the masked tone and the other his real voice and it stands to point out that only the people that truly know him get the honor of hearing the real version. And we get to hear it. He trusts us enough for him to drop his mask and rely on our help. He jokes about how he'll do all the heroics, but he really does think of all the plans for us (finding the key to the Monkey Head, navigating the catacombs, and even the weaponry to fight LeChuck).

He even, though the battle is done by then, comes in ready to fight by our side. He doesn't go "oh, I was gonna come... but ah... you got it." He genuinely sounds disappointed that he couldn't be there for us, that he couldn't make right but is still relieved it was handled. He even waves us off because he still wants to do some damage control with Elaine regarding this fake world and he didn't bemoaned about it and I'm just!!!!

I'm over the moon with his character. Even though his mind was scrambled with (WHICH IS A RANT IN AND OF ITSELF I SHOULD ADD), and even though the writers could have so easily wrote him in that moronic dimwitted kind of way... Guybrush persevered and really established his status as why he's a renowned and beloved character.

[achaotichuman]

Hii!! It's me, Wolf! And I'm here to tell the snippet of the fic I thought about ahaha

It's crack treated seriously (kind of) ahaha with angst

So, Tamlin is depressed, alone, and suicidal, and while he roams his manor, he finds himself in the library, where's the mural of the Mother creating Prythian, and he decides to talk to it as if he's talking to her and then he decides to sing the prayer (maybe with his fiddle) for the ones who are dying (in this case it's for him, bc he's at his breaking point and wants to take his life)

Cauldron save you. Mother hold you. Pass through the gates, and smell that immortal land of milk and honey. Fear no evil. Feel no pain. Go, and enter eternity.

But once he finishes, ready to do the deed a voice interrupts him: it's the Mother, the mural came to life, and they began to talk, with Tam telling and exposing himself bare to her.

He tells her about his guilt towards and especially Feyre (and Lucien and even Rhysand, bc why not, he's delusional, and he hates himself) and so the Mother smiles and stops him hinting that something wrong is going on in Prythian, that there is a corruption of sorts, one that Tamlin could begin to explore, but since he feels so guilty toward Feyre (Nesta words are referenced, and he does feel guilty towards her and Elain for their transformation in Fae), she then "curses" him (not really, it's more the "punishment" he desires) to force him into a woman body with these words (or something like that, this will/could change since is all a wip for now)

"You said you hurt the woman you loved, because you didn't understand her feelings, her heart, her nature, so Tamlin, High Lord of Spring, this will be your punishment you so desire, death is not for you to seek, instead I will curse you: you have lived 500 years and more as a man, son, beast and now you'll live the next five hundred as a woman, daughter, to seek to understand the feelings you didn't. Will you still see yourself as a beast once your punishment has ended?"

And so his body changes to a female version of himself, he's still the High Lord of Spring (High Lady now lol) and he can still shape-shift and use all of his powers, but he can only retake his male form for a short time (an hour or so, to be decided) and then, before leaving him, she gives him some clues and advice.

Now, this is the little premise, inside the story there'll be more of it, and I will touch on the corruption of the world of Prythian (fake bonds everyone? A certain push of narrative/fate? Why is everyone kissing Rhysand's ass?), angst, Eris will become an essential character inside it (he'll be an advisor sort of ahahaha) and so will Tarquin (new bff in town?) and Lucien and even Rhysand, and it'll have a little of all the shipping for Tamlin (My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard begins to play)

And a story that'll find a foot of freedom/comprehension for the Archeron sisters. (GET THEM AWAY FROM THE NIGHT/IC AAAA, LET THEM BE FREEE SJM!!!!)

One thing important to note (spoilers incoming) is that for a loooooooooooooong time only two people will know that Tamlin is a woman (I have ONE particular scene/event/arc in mind ahaha) and when everyone will know I will have Tamlin or Beron say (to Feyre, bc they're a little petty since the last HL meeting) "I guess now we have a real High Lady for the first time" *mic drop, boom*

And of course there will be introspection, angst, and more, and idk, it's a story that I don't know if I will end or publish, but it's and idea that I quite like!

What to you think? If I would actually end up writing it (I might have almost finished the first chapter... help) would you like to read it?

Ps: The rise of fem Tamlin that you and others have made inspired me so much with the idea of this and it's such a fun thing to explore!! (I love your Dhalia series and your Cinderella inspired story!!!)

I hope this hasn't bothered you and, as always I hope you're having a great day or night! ♥

OH

MY

*GOD*

THIS IS AMAZING I HAVE REREAD THIS LIKE TEN TIMES

Okay, the concept of the Mother 'cursing' Tamlin and giving him reprieve from the life he's lived so far with a punishment, amazing. I love that so much. This could leeway into so many things, and I love how this story includes Eris and Tarquin (They have a friendship with Tam and no one can tell me otherwise)

Overall, this looks and sounds so so so good. We need more fics where Rhysand gets his ass handed to him and the IC is called out on their bullshit.

I am so happy fem Tam is rising, we need more of her. I was enraptured by this fic idea, I cannot wait to see it executed!!

Thank you so much for sharing this! Please send me the first chapter when its ready!!

[classicsubliminalbo]

Assimilation #3: Deception

Originally published Feb 11, 2016 This series is being revised

Charlotte could feel him now. Her husband, Ed, his mind joining the collective's. They were all individual vessels, but with the same master housed inside it was like they were all components to one large machine. Charlotte was tapped into the other convert's minds, she knew where they were doing, and she could feel The Master growing stronger with each new conquest. She knew that Gabrielle had returned home and, with the help of her newly assimilated sister, was now converting her parents. They would fight, of course, but she knew that everyone succumbs. Like Ed, still working his tongue mindlessly between Charlotte's folds, consuming more of the Master's juices.

When the Master was finished with a vessel, it would retreat into a state of hibernation, allowing its converts to continue their lives relatively unaware that their bodies were host to this mysterious parasite. There were side effects: Charlotte and Ed's sex drives multiplied, making them hornier than they'd been since their honeymoon. It was actually pretty helpful for the marriage. And then there were the dreams; foggy recollections of the evil deeds committed while under the Master's influence. Charlotte would awake in a cold sweat after one of her bizarrely real nightmares of fucking a student into submission. She would take a deep breath, Ed would ask her what was wrong, and then they'd fuck.

Four months passed.

Corbin loved a good mystery, that was part of the reason she'd started the whole campus detective thing. That, and of course, to fight the unchecked crime around campus. But as fulfilling as it was, sometimes taking photos of a cheating boyfriend felt a little beneath her. Corbin knew that there were bigger mysteries to tackle, and she had a sense for finding them too. Corbin wasn't excited to receive an internship with a fashion reporter, but she had stumbled upon a massive conspiracy of blackmail, brainwashing, and just generally unethical business practices.

"Brainwashing," Kelly repeated back to Corbin, just so she could hear the words come out of someone else's mouth. "Victoria's Secret is brainwashing women, including your mentor, around the world with mind controlling underwear." "Well, you make it sound so crazy but...is it?" "God damn, Corbin, everything is a conspiracy with you." "No, Kelly! Listen to me: it's called 'Obedience by Victoria,' they're not even being transparent about it!" "It's not a story, Corbin! Everybody knows what the lingerie does. It's...kind of exciting, actually." "You've used it before?" Corbin scooted a few inches down the park bench, eyeing Kelly like she'd just outed herself as a pod person. "I'm okay. It's just good fun in bed. I've never even worn it in public." Corbin frowned. "Well, whatever. You're a consenting adult. I'm talking about Victoria's Secret abusing its product, establishing a network, a culture of loyal, brainwashed soldiers to sustain an ever expanding financial empire--" "Corbin," Kelly cut her off with a polite smile. "It's a lingerie company."

For a biostats major, Kelly could be awfully dimwitted. Kelly was supermodel beautiful, but she never used her looks to get anything. She'd worked the hard way into Carpenter State and probably could have gone to the Ivy League if she were a prestige chaser. But despite all of her intelligence, Kelly simply refused to see the truth, even when Corbin spelled it out for her. She was still the naive girl Corbin had known in high school who followed the popular kids' lead. No doubt she'd been drunk or high when she was talked into trying Obedience by Victoria. Corbin hated the thought of her best friend being subjugated like that. Completely powerless...

"Yeah, well," Corbin continued, trying to fight off the image of half-naked mindless bimbo Kelly. "This place has gone bonkers since the lingerie launched. Did you know CSU's average GPA has dropped in the last two years? Why do you think that is?" "It's because of all the fucking," Kelly joked. "They've come to me, Kelly. Girls who have been forced to do things against their will by their boyfriends. And it's not just the students," Corbin added. "You know Professor Blake?" "English, right?" "She's been acting different too. The other day she was reading an excerpt from my paper, and I swear I heard her...moan. Like it was getting her hot." "Wasn't it about lesbian themes in Shakespeare?" "She's a professional, Kelly. She's supposed to operate a certain standard above that kind of behavior. If I had my guess, I'd say one of the professors, Dean Pierce even, is using the lingerie to brainwash the faculty." "But why? There's absolutely no reason--" "That's what I'm going to find out," Corbin cut Kelly off with a coy smile. "I got an email from Professor Blake this morning. She wants me to meet with her on Thursday after class." "If she's under some kind of lingerie-induced mind control and if she's a small part of this big conspiracy you've discovered...what's to stop her from fitting you with a pair of that lingerie?" "Are you kidding?" Corbin laughed. "I'm too good for that."

Thursday came fast, but Professor Blake's class crawled. Corbin could barely focus on the seminar, her mind occupied with the conspiracy. Professor Blake seemed fine today as she spoke, but after the incident with the Shakespeare paper, it made Corbin uneasy. It was almost like Professor Blake was too normal. She was eager for that meeting.

"Take a seat, Corbin." Professor Blake said as she led the girl into her small office. Corbin had never seen the inside of her professor's office, and was surprised to see the condition she kept it in: the desk was a mess with papers and textbooks, with even more stacked up along the floor. She barely had room on the desktop to fit her computer. "I apologize if it's cramped," the professor smiled. "I haven't earned the deluxe office yet."

"It's fine," Corbin smiled timidly as she took a seat across from her professor. "Why did you want to meet with me, Professor?" she asked kindly, trying to mask her distrust. "Charlotte, please," Professor Blake replied. "It's been a pleasure, reading your work. You have an eye for controversy unlike any student I've ever had, Corbin. And of course, you have the words to share what you see. That is a very powerful gift." "Thank you, Professor, um, Charlotte," Corbin nervously pulled a strand of hair behind her ear. "I understand that you have an internship this semester?" "Yes," Corbin nodded. "With a fashion reporter." "But you don't care about fashion, do you?" Corbin shook her head. "No, not really."

Charlotte sighed, and Corbin noticed a sort of somber look on her face. "Corbin, I didn't call you into my office to compliment you, though you certainly deserve it," A bad feeling was growing in the pit of Corbin's stomach, and she shifted in her chair to ready herself in case she had to bolt. "This day comes for all of us, Corbin, and I think it's better that it comes for you sooner rather than later." "What are you...?" Corbin began, but she trailed off at the sight of Professor Blake's eyes turning pearl white. "You have been chosen, Corbin Arroyo..."

"Oh fuck," Corbin breathed, and quickly snapped a picture of Charlotte with her phone before knocking over her chair as she bolted out of the office. Corbin sprinted wildly down the hallway, busting through the double doors into the lecture room where she ran into... "Corbin!" Kelly cried. "K-Kelly," Corbin gasped. "We've got to run, Kelly, we've got to..." "It's alright, Corbin! It's alright!" Kelly assured her friend. "The Master doesn't want to hurt you."

Corbin looked up at her friend, saw those same blank eyes staring back at her.

"Oh God," she cried. "They got you...they got you too..." she backed up toward the double doors, but heard the sound of Professor Blake entering behind her. Charlotte, Corbin was shocked to see, had stripped naked.

"You cannot fight it, dear," Charlotte said. "All life surrenders to the Master," Kelly added. "Kelly," tears slid down Corbin's face. "What's happening?" "The Master claimed me, Corbin," Kelly smiled as she took a step closer to her friend. She pulled her shirt over her head to expose her bra, her smooth stomach. "And now the Master wants you." "We are hosts," Charlotte continued. "to a greater power than you could ever understand." "And soon your body and mind will belong to the Master as well," Kelly stepped out of her jeans and unclasped her bra, freeing her breasts from their restraints. She was advancing closer, her hips moving hypnotically with each step. Corbin retreated, backing up into the warm embrace of Professor Blake. She could feel the woman's tits pressing against her back.

submit

"Do you hear that?" Charlotte whispered into Corbin's ear as the girl struggled superficially to break her free. "The Master calls for you, Corbin. You must answer." "No..." Corbin tried to shake off the voices as they swarmed through her head. "I won't surrender...I...I'll warn everybody...I'll..." "Corbin," Kelly interrupted, and Corbin looked up to see her best friend standing inches away from her, completely naked. "You find this body pleasing to the eyes, do you not?" "Wha-what?" Kelly's smile grew larger. "I've seen the way you look at me, those stolen glances. I can feel your eyes on my ass, Corbin." "No...I'm not..."

strip

Corbin hadn't felt Charlotte release her. Slowly, the dazed girl unconsciously lifted her arms, and Charlotte helped Corbin remove her top in compliance with the voice in her head. Kelly admired her friend's breasts as Corbin continued to disrobe. "You've always wondered, haven't you? You've always wanted to know what I taste like, but you've been too scared to ask." "Kelly...please..." Corbin begged, but the mental assault was overpowering her. "Haven't you?" "Y-yes..." Corbin whimpered. Kelly moaned as she slid her fingers into her pussy. When she pulled them out, she held her hand up for Corbin to see the Master's juices coating her fingers. They smelled so good, Corbin's mind nearly blanked right there. "Please," Corbin meekly begged, but this time she wasn't asking for her freedom. Kelly complied with her friend's wishes and slid her finger's into the girl's mouth.

Corbin dropped to her knees, face inches away from Kelly's dripping pussy. She wanted more, she needed more.

drink

Corbin obeyed.

[hillbillyoracle]

This post got me thinking. Like really churning. I just started working through Momento Mori by Joanna Ebenstein and this post kicked up some realizations for me.

Most of my major experiences with death happened before the age of like 25. Some were the ones you "expect" like grandparents and others were friends in my scene who either OD'd or straight up disappeared. My more recent experiences were supporting my partner through 3 deaths in the family in 3 months - one a cousin that was a few years younger than her that accidentally OD's leaving behind her children. Another was the grandmother who was her rock growing up in a chaotic household and who steadfastly included me at family gatherings when my partner's mom and sister would ice me out. All passed suddenly.

I think the only thing that is universally true about grief is that everyone goes through it differently.

Because so much of what these replies held up as "this is what you say" and "this is what you do" - I fucking hate that stuff (even though I admit I default to it) as much as or more than so many people here hate the religious comments (which I usually don't tend to mind personally).

To me:

"I'm sorry for your loss" = "I am having the correct feeling about this."

"I can't imagine what you're going through" = "I can't relate to you and I'm putting distance between us to feel better about it."

"How are you doing?" = "Share something vulnerable with me so I feel like I helped you."

And you could say I'm hearing that wrong, and I get that I likely am, but that's what those words mean to me. And when I'm grieving I've learned I can't really access that part of my brain that better attunes me the "proper responses".

I also do not want someone to feel angry with, I do not want my anger fed at all. I want help dissolving it because if I don't it'll fully consume me and that's even worse than the grief for me, to have all the good in me burnt up while I'm still alive because that's my personal experience of anger.

Which is all just to say, it has nothing to do with religiosity in my experience - there's simply no "correct" response you can rely on for all people. In words or in deed.

And that is what makes experiencing grief so hard - everyone gives you what they got and often it's a reflection of their own stunted relationship with death, yes even the atheists, and it often sucks.

And trying to comfort someone in grief sucks - how do you use words and actions to reach them when communication of any kind is so highly individual and this individual might not be able to tell you what they need and want to hear/have done?

If you go "no actually they're using the wrong words/actions, these are the correct ones", you wind up doing the very same things as the people who've pissed you off.

Or at least, that's what I found when I dug into it.

I try to be forgiving when I'm grieving but I fall short. I don't expect someone grieving to be forgiving if I miss the mark, but I appreciate it immensely when they're able.

My favorite things to hear when I'm grieving are ones I know some other people hate:

"I miss them so much."

"Remember when they..."

"I thought about them today."

"I wonder what they'd say about..."

"They would have loved this."

"I had a dream about them."

Releasing the idea that there was a correct thing people could say to me and I would feel a little better (or ensure I wouldn't feel worse) let me grieve how I needed to grieve. It let me support in ways I could better sustain over the long term (because boy howdy if grief isn't long term).

Anywho, a heartfelt hug and virtual cup of tea to anyone else reading this and going through it. On other side. Solidarity friends.

it's been a year so i feel more comfortable talking about it..

when you're atheist and you lose someone, religious people don't really know how to interact with you. it's fine, we have different worldviews.

'He's in a better place, now.'

Sorry auntie, but I don't believe that. I believe that his brain stopped working at 5h55pm on december 11th 2022, and that's it. Nothing after that.

It makes grief very difficult, because not believing in god or the afterlife also means accepting that you will never, ever see that person again. That's it. The end. Nada mas.

But, back to the aunties and other faceless people gravitating in the grey blurry waters of your awareness.

They tell you 'He's with god now' and you tell them 'Yeah I don't believe that' and.

they. get. annoyed.

Here I am, gutted open, the worst day of my life, barely holding myself together, and they! Get annoyed that I won't smile and entertain their point of view!

Another faceless person tried to heal me with cristals. She also got annoyed when I told her I didn't believe in that.

I usually don't really mind religious people. It's fine, we have different worldviews. I think I'm right but so do they. As long as they're good people, I don't judge them for their faith.

I'll even be grateful for them trying to console me. I get that you're trying to give me strength and love. Thank you.

But I'm going to be true to myself, yes even when I'm mad with shock and grief. And I still can't believe they got annoyed that I didn't play along to placate them, on the worst day of my life.

(I wanted to share because I've never heard anyone talk about atheism and grief, and the loneliness that comes out of it.)

[godsf1lth1estprophet]

You... That's very kind, sir. You are attentive to the poor nun's distress.

Do you really think they're still looking for me? The thought scares me. I am warm in your care and hugs. I'm embarrassed by this warmth. So, may I pray? Allow to have a private conversation with God, sir. To pray for the salvation of their souls. I will pray for your well-being too. God sees all good deeds and rewards everyone. He will reward you for taking care of his virgin.

Please don't embarrass me with such words... This body is not for self-discovery. It belongs to God and serves him. Prayers pacify the mind, do not allow the devil to sow his evil. May I pray, sir? I'll do it quietly. I'll quietly touch the beads of the rosary. You won't hear a sound of it. I promise.

I assure you, break her and she won't be able to think about anything but serving her new God. Proudly sticking out her tongue. She will lick whatever her rapist orders her to.

They won’t find you here, lamb. You are safe with me. Please don’t be embarrassed by my warmth. You’ll have to get used to it if you want to stay. Don’t be scared. Treat me like I’m one of God’s vessel. It’s what I am. He loves how devoted to Him you are.

The demons won’t get you here. I promise they won’t. Would God really let something hurt His sweet nun? No, he wouldn’t. He obviously sent you here because He knows I’ll make sure that you stay safe with me.

Oh, of course you’re allow to pray. This is a place of God, isn’t it? I’ll make sure nobody interrupts you. I’ll stay here with you. I’ll even let you feel my warmth, little lamb. Wouldn’t that be divine? You don’t have to worry about sins with my blessed presence around.

[megan-loves-surveys]

#43.

According to your ex, are you a b-word? I don't know what they think of me and I don't care.

Are you easily amused? Definitely.

Do you miss someone? Kinda.

Who was your last received call from? Work.

Do you think you'll be married in five years? No.

When was the last time you cried? The other day.

What woke you up today? My alarm.

Have you done anything embarrassing lately? Probably lol.

Are you currently frustrated with a girl? No.

Who was the last person you took a picture with? My Mum.

Will you be up before seven AM tomorrow? I'm working tomorrow, but I don't need to get up THAT early lol. I'll get up around 7:30 or so.

Do you currently have a hickey? No.

Do you hate girls? I love them, I am one!

Did you date anyone last summer? Yep.

When was the last time you used a walkie talkie? I don't think I ever have lol.

Do you like to take walks? Sure.

What're the last three things you had to drink? Fruit juice, Starbucks frappe and water.

Have you ever dated the same person twice? No.

Has anyone seen you in your underwear in the past three months? Yep.

If you could move somewhere else, would you? Maybe.

Are you dating the person that texted you last? No, we're BFFs haha.

Are you mutually best friends with anyone? Yes.

How many people have you had sex with in the past week? 1, my boyfriend.

What's your middle name? Sarah.

Would you rather spend a whole day with your mom or your dad? Both of them!

Where were you twelve hours ago? I was in the shower LOL xD

Is it easy for others to make you feel awkward? Depends.

Do you know what you're going to wear tomorrow? Yes - I'm working so I'll wear black pants, a blouse and my grey blazer with heels, then after work I'll change to yoga pants and a hoodie to go the gym.

Do you know anyone who lives in Wyoming? No.

Have you ever passed out from drinking too much? No.

What're you doing tomorrow? Work and then the gym with Ngawari.

Have you ever been mooned? No.

What color are your socks? They're grey and pink winter fluffy socks xD

Do you shave? Yep.

What was the reason behind the last time you cried? My stomach hurt and woke me up in the middle of the night :/

Are you shy? I can be, but I'm not too bad.

When was the last time you shared a bed with someone? The other night.

Did your ex hurt you emotionally when you broke up? No.

Did you lose your virginity to someone you were in love with? No.

Have you ever loved someone without ever meeting them? No.

Where were you at eight AM this morning? Sleeping.

What's your favorite fruit? Banana.

How many times did you go see the Twilight movie? None.

What’s going on with you tomorrow night? Nothing in particular.

Do you get bad mood swings? No.

Do you wish you never dated someone you dated? Probably.

Did you wake up in the middle of the night? Not in the middle of the night, but that sore stomach I mentioned woke me up about 5am :(

Are you afraid of commitment? I guess so, considering I don't want to get married xD

Would you hug the last person you hugged again? Yes.

How did you get together with your last ex? We were set up by mutual friends.

Does your mom color her hair? Yep.

Do you know anyone who has road rage? Not seriously.

Has anyone ever told you they wanted to be with you forever? Yes.

Are you still with them? Yes.

Have you ever slept with the opposite sex and not had sex with them? Yes.

Do you think political correctness has gone too far? I think it has in some ways, especially when people try to cancel things from the past for not matching up to today's standards.

What is a recurring thought on your mind today? Hmm...

Have you had any confrontations with anyone lately? No.

What is the last charity you donated to? Make A Wish.

Do you feel all fuzzy and good when you do a good deed? Sure.

Don't ya just hate foot cramps? Yes.

Would you say you have an infectious laugh? Prob not.

Shouldn't you be doing something else right now? No lol.

Do you have anything planned for the summer? It's winter lol.

What is something you worry about often? My health.

Are there any mountains nearby where you live? Loads, the suburb I live in is named after one in fact lol.

Did you like to collect frogspawn as a kid? No idea what that is.

Do you walk fast or slow? In between.

Do you keep birthday cards or throw them out? Keep them.

Would you consider yourself healthy? Mostly, but like I said, I do worry about certain parts of it.

Do you play any team sports? If so, which position do you play? No.

What would you do if you found a small, lost child? Depends.

Have you ever watched the devil's rejects? Opinions? No.

Do you listen to Dimmu Borgir? No idea who that is.

Would you agree that the best music comes from North Europe? No, it comes from all over the world.

Have you pointed out any of my spelling or grammar mistakes so far? No.

Does sitting in waiting rooms drive you insane? Yes.

What form of public transport do you use most often? Bus, with train in second place.

Would you consider yourself an adrenaline junkie? Nah.

What catches your eye first when it comes to the opposite sex? Their face.

What moisturiser do you use? Nivea.

Do you ever go onto 'failblog'? No.

Do you ever put sticky notes around the place to remind yourself of things? No.

Would you eat a spider for $50? Hell no. You'd have to pay way more than that lol.

Would you rather be a kangaroo or a koala? Koala.

What is a common slang word from where you live? "Sweet as" lol.

If you had to go to a fancy dress party later, what would you dress as? Like a costume? A school girl or something haha.

Would you consider yourself a leader or a follower? Depends.

Do you keep your fingers on the home keys when you type? I type properly if that's what you mean.

Are you easy to talk to? I hope so.

Can you juggle with more than two items? No.

Do you own a pair of rollerskates? No.

Has anyone ever assumed you can't speak english? No.

Do you live in a rural or an urban area? Urban.

At airports do you ever worry your luggage won't arrive? Oh my god, yes lol. They always did, but it's a worry haha.

Do your parents ever call you 'pet' or 'sweetheart' etc? if so, does it annoy you? No.

Do you like jalapenos? Not the actual things, but jalapeno flavoured things are great.

Do you know any really tall Asian people? Yes, Lulu is Chinese and she's super tall.

Have you ever been knocked out? Yes.

What other windows have you currently got opened? iTunes, LibreOffice Writer and Discord.

What woke you up this morning? My alarm.

Who else is in the same building as you? In our house, my Mum. In the rest of the complex, any number of people lol.

What is your favourite childhood book? Hmm...

Would you like a penny farthing bicycle? No.

Will your day be a good one? It's almost over, and it was good.

What colors of mascara have you worn on your lashes?: No idea.

What color ARE your lashes?: Black.

What font do you usually use?: Depends.

What about font colors?: Black usually.

Are you good at making graphics or designing layouts?: No.

Do you put gel or mousse in your hair?: No.

Blow dry your hair or naturally let it dry? Towel dry, maybe? Blow dry it, I hate how it goes when it dries naturally - it goes all flat and weird.

Ever seen the movie SLC Punk?: Never heard of it.

How about The Crow?: No.

Any Tim Burton movies?: Probably.

Have a favorite actor/actress?: Not really.

Current favorite song?: Angelina Mango - La Noia

A movie you’ll never get sick of?: None.

Do you write stories?: Yep.

How about poetry in general?: No.

Do you talk to yourself?: Yep. Everyone does xD

Ever used to have an imaginary friend?: Yep.

Believe in heaven/hell?: No.

Believe in God/Satan?: No.

What is a Juggalo?: A fan of that ICP group or whatever they're called.

Do you wear pajamas to bed?: Yes.

Sleep with just one pillow?: Yes. It used to be 2 but then I got a big thick heavy bamboo pillow so now I only need 1.

How often do you remember your dreams?: Sometimes.

Ever used a dreamcatcher? If so, did it work? No.

Ever woke up crying?: Probably.

Ever got inspired to do something different?: Dunno?

Ever took ballet, jazz, or tap dancing classes?: No.

Do you like big dogs or small dogs better?: Big, but they're all cute.

What’s your opinion on Britney Spears?: I adore her. Her discography is GOAT and I cheered when she got her freedom from her Dad and the conservatorship. She deserves nothing but happiness.

What about Christina Aguilera?: She's extremely talented and I love most of her music, but she seems a bit bitchy to me.

Avril Lavigne?: I used to hate her music, but I listened to her last couple of albums recently and they're actually pretty good, so I like her now. She also seems like a cool person.

Lindsay Lohan?: I'm glad she got back on track and is happy now, she deserves it, she had a hard time.

Hilary Duff?: She seems down to earth and was one of the only non problematic ex Disney stars, so good for her.

Good Charlotte?: Not my thing.

Simple Plan?: See above.

Tupac?: I don't really know anything about him and rap isn't my genre lol.

Ever heard of the band Zug Izland?: No.

Do you know what a Liger is?: No.

Whatever happened to Rice Krispie’s Treats cereal?: It had a cereal?

How many phones are in your home?: 2.

Are you going to graduate high school on time?: -

Going to a 4-Year college or just a 2-Year?: -

Are you even GOING to college?: I already did.

Gonna move out when you’re 18?: -

Drive away from home as soon as you get your own car?: -

Happy with your parents, or pissed?: I love my parents.

How many framed pictures are in your room?: A few.

Ever thought of enrolling in the Armed Forces? If so, what exactly? Hell no.

Do you take any pills daily?: No.

Know any pill poppers?: No.

Do people consider you random at times?: Probably.

On AIM, do you put up away messages or just go idle more often?: -

Been to the zoo lately?: Not for years.

Own any fuzzy pens or gel pens?: No.

Wear a specific necklace every day?: No.

Ever been grounded? If so, what’s the longest time you’ve been grounded and from what? Never lol.

Would you ever work at a movie theater? Sure.

Do you have a phone charger in your car? -

Do you live far from your parents? I live with my Mum, and my Dad lives on the other side of the city.

What was the last type of smoothie you drank? I think probably mango or something.

Do you think you have a wide vocabulary? Sure.

Describe your current position: Sitting on my office chair with my left leg over my right.

Have you used a microwave today? No.

What is your favorite mobile app? Facebook, Pokémon Sleep & Go and Discord.

Have you ever slept through an alarm? Probably.

Do you have lactose intolerance or know anyone who does? I have it mildly.

Can you go see a doctor alone or do you like to take someone with you? I can go alone, but it's good to have someone to wait with lol.

Which household chore do you hate the most? Anything to do with the bathroom.

Do you like pineapple on pizza? Yes.

Do you like to hold hands? Sure.

Will you sleep alone tonight? Yes.

How do you feel right now? I'm tired, but I'm in a good mood.

What are your plans for tonight? Nothing.

Do you want a tattoo? No.

Have you ever kissed the last person you text messaged? No.

Who was the last person you cried in front of? Dunno.

Are your eyes the same color as your dad’s? No, I have green eyes, he has brown.

Have you smoked a cigarette in the past 24 hours? No.

Are you the youngest? Only child.

Do you often press the wrong keys on the keyboard? No.

What’s your favourite type of cake? Any.

Do you have any life changing plans within the next 6 months? No.

Do you think people over thirty should be able to have sex? What the fuck kinda question is this? LOL.

When’s the last time you played the board game Clue? Dunno.

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20 questions for fic writers

Taking a break from Flufftober, so here, have some random info!

how many works do you have on ao3?

76

what's your total ao3 word count?

256,324. Hot damn.

what fandoms do you write for?

Currently, and for the foreseeable future, 9-1-1. I used to write for HP but for Reasons I have moved away from that fandom.

what are your top 5 fics by kudos?

My Buddie fics, because they are my heart right now: and I always will - an 'I answered the wrong phone, oh fuck' Flufftober piece that TOOK OFF and had me shooketh with how many people enjoyed it. Like, what. a madman and a minstrel - featuring a medically drugged!Eddie confessing his feelings for Buck, to Buck. you're where i stand, hearing the sea - or, the accidental kiss fic. i smiled because i knew - the one at the zoo with the (very unexpected) love confession when deeds and words are in accord (my whole world is transformed) - the one where Eddie sings his feelings, and Buck loses his mind.

do you respond to comments? why or why not?

Heck, yeah! When people say nice things, I want them to know how much I appreciate it.

what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Ooh, umm, I'm a big fan of happy endings? So, almost all my fics are the epitome of the 'happy ending' tag. Although one of my Chenford fic ends kinda angsty, if only because the sequel POV fic (still pending, RIP me) will sort it out . . . you're in my arms (and all the world is calm) - inspired by the ballroom scene from Enchanted.

what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

All of them, see previous question.

do you get hate on fics?

Nah, all my readers are lovely.

do you write smut? if so, what kind?

Uh, I've written one (1) E-rated fic, and that was scary enough, probably never doing that again, good grief.

do you write crossovers? what's the craziest one you've written?

Not really, although one or two of my fics have had Lucifer Morningstar and/or Dr. Linda cameos, because, well, I wanted them there, so.

have you ever had a fic stolen?

No! At least, not that I know of.

have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not yet!

what's your all time favorite ship?

Buddie. Those two, ugh, everything about them just makes me happy. J'adore.

what's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I shall finish all of my WIPs! Some day.

what are your writing strengths?

I'd like to think they're dialogue, banter, humour, maybe a bit of sass.

what are your writing weaknesses?

thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Smut, and overuse of the words 'but', 'turn/turned', and 'look/looked. Oh, and 'just'.

And heaps more, let's not lie, but those ones spring to mind first.

Wary, if only because I don't trust Google Translate, however I do have friends I can call upon if needs be.

first fandom you wrote for?

Tamora Pierce on ff.net, I was a wee bebe and had no idea what I was doing. Bless.

favorite fic you've written?

I honestly don't have one, is that bad? I like them all, just for different reasons.

Welp, enjoy.