#they've played with my heart too many times and i can't take it anymore

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Today's prompt: 30. "Are you with me?"

Fluff(?) post "Je Souhaite": Mulder wants to know what Scully's wishes would have been (wc: 831)

Tagging @today-in-fic @xffictober2023

Fictober Day 10: Wishes

At first, he thinks she's asleep. He can't blame her for falling asleep watching Caddyshack. She's leaning heavily against him, head on his shoulder and hand over his heart. He's been secretly calling it the 'Scully position'. They end up like this on planes (no complaints) and now frequently in the mornings (again, no complaints). She sighs, and he realizes she isn't asleep at all, and just very, very quiet.

"Are you with me?" he asks.

"Where else would I be?" She leans her head back to look at him.

"You seem miles away."

"I'm watching your movie."

"It's not my movie. And I thought you didn't like it."

"I don't," she says with a chuckle. "I was just- I was thinking."

"At this time of day?" He feigns shock, making her laugh. "What were you thinking?"

"Did you really wish for world peace? Why?"

"Unlike you," he says, touching the tip of her nose, "I wasn't thinking. I thought that would solve everything. There are no easy solutions. It's like you said. Maybe our time here is to achieve all that. However, I fear humankind has a bad track record when it comes to peace. Let alone world peace."

"You tried anyway." He shrugs.

"You know me. Hey, what would you have wished for?"

"Mulder, you've seen what those wishes could do."

"It's just for fun. Come on. If there were no strings attached, what would you wish for?" She stares back at him, contemplating it. His heart inexplicably hammers in his chest. She may be fairly happy now, with him, but what if she wishes she could be somewhere else, be with somebody else?

"There are always strings."

"Just pretend, Scully," he says, daring her with a grin.

"Well," she says, moving away from him and putting her legs under her. Now they look like they're two kids at a sleepover, playing make-believe. She taps her finger against her lips, thinking. He watches her, mesmerized.

When he wished for world peace, and Scully wasn't there, it was as if his greatest nightmare had come true. He doesn't want to think about it anymore. He wished his last wish. At least out loud. He has a few he keeps to himself, close to his heart. There's one wish - no, hope - and that's being here like this with Scully. Spending the evening together cuddling, and watching movies. He never wanted to get out of the car. But maybe every once in a while they can take a break. Like this.

"I can't think of anything."

"Nothing?" he asks, moving closer. He knows she's only telling half the truth. She doesn't walk around, her arms wide open, wishing for the improbable. That's him. But he knows her and he can see it her eyes, The glimmers of hope and want.

"You don't wish for me to shut up?"

"No," she says with a smile, touching his cheek where his stubble is coming through. "I already told you, didn't I? I'm happy."

"You said fairly happy."

"Are we doing semantics now?" He knows what her greatest wish is. The one she's afraid to speak out loud. She's done it once before and it didn't work out. He almost wished it for her. Almost made it his last wish. I want Scully to have a child. But there were so many variables and so many ways he could have fucked that up. Now, no one can mess with Jenn anymore and she gets to be her own person, and maybe even get her own happy ending. Either way, she gets to live her life.

"You don't have to say it," he says, nodding more to himself. "I know. I know what you wish for and I do too." Her expression crumbles, a piece of sadness falling away. These days, she lets him see her vulnerability. She no longer hides it from him and he couldn't be more thankful.

He never wants to see Scully sad. Never. But now he gets to comfort her because she lets him in. Sometimes he has to climb her walls, but once he's there, she never pushes him away. It has been months since the failed IVF. They've carved a new path for themselves, but he knows that sometimes she's still looking back, wondering what could have been.

"Mulder, I-"

"You're fairly happy. I know. And I'll take it. That is, if you still want... me."

"Do you think I'd watch Caddyshack with just anyone?" She closes the distance between them, planting herself in his lap.

"I am happy," she repeats. "Here with you."

"Even when I make you watch Caddyshack."

"Even then. Even if you made me watch Plan 9 From Outer Space again."

"That's a classic, Scully. You get to choose the movie next time. Unless you-"

"You know what? I do wish for you to shut up now." She grabs his head with both hands and draws his face closer, kissing him like there's no tomorrow.

[anonymousbeefriendfanfics]

Hi! I love the Touchstarved headcanons you made! Do you have any ideas for being with Leander? Fluff (and maybe a little dash of angst regarding MC's hands or the dangers associated with it) please! He has just completely stolen my heart and I love him already <3 Happy writing!

Hi!! I literally squeaked when I got this! You've made me so excited, I've been itching for Touchstarved requests and yours is the first! Eeee!!!

I'm so happy with how this turned out!! I might make one for the other four, too, even without requests...

Fandom: Touchstarved Characters: Leander Warnings: Spoilers below the blue text! Very fluffy, mildly angsty...

Dating Leander Headcannons:

He is literally. The softest. You will not meet anyone sweeter to you than he is.

He blushes alllll the time! It's adorable, frankly. The slightest touch or compliment just makes him all 😳

He'll literally do anything for you. Those things he offered you when you met, the bed, food, clothes, whatever? Yeah that was just the beginning. Don't even joke about wanting things around him unless you actually want them, because if it's physically possible, he will find a way to get it for you. My man is devoted.

He does magic for you all the time. He'll greet you every morning with a flourish and a magical flower, tucking it behind your ear and giving you a kiss on the lips or forehead as it dissolves. One time he was in the middle of something important and forgot. He remembered only after you'd left, and he literally stopped what he was doing and chased you down because he can't miss his morning ritual!!

Also he literally just does random magic tricks to cheer you up whenever you're not happy. Sad, disappointed, sick, mad -- whatever, he's gonna find a way to make you smile if he possibly can.

He wears his heart on his sleeve with you most of the time, and is outwardly pretty affectionate. You're his person and he's not afraid to make sure everyone in Eridia knows it. As a bonus, not many people will dare mess with you.

Mild spoilers below! Nothin' major, just things from the demo

He makes sure you have the respect of the Bloodhounds. You end up as practically their second-in-command, after a while. They all take care of you, too, because they respect him and they know you're important to him.

So the thing with the curse. He promises you that he'll do everything in his power to find a way to break your curse, and he does. But, of course, that takes time, and meanwhile, you're still living with it. So, Leander does everything he can to make you feel normal. You deserve it, in his opinion. He doesn't want you to have to live in fear anymore.

When you're alone together, he'll encourage you to take off the bandages and just... be yourself. Live life like a normal person, not a cursed person.

He encourages you to touch him, to touch objects, to feel anything and everything you want with your touchstarved hands. They've been deprived of sensation for so long, and in some ways you're like a curious child, trying to grab everything within reach just for the experience. He laughs the first time you touch something metal, jerking your hand back with a gasp because cold! Don't be too upset with him for laughing, though. He finds it adorable.

He has a morning ritual, but he has a nighttime ritual, too, regardless of whether or not you two sleep in the same room/bed. He'll sit you down and unwind the bandages from around your hands, and softly kiss them both, and then gently massage some magically-enhanced lotion into your hands and wrists. They've been neglected for years, because other than seeking relief when they ache, you've done everything you can to hide and ignore your hands - but not anymore. He showers them (and you) in affection, and encourages you to sleep with the bandages off. Yes, even if you're sleeping with him. Especially if you're sleeping with him.

Play with his hair. It looks like it would feel nice and soft, and with your hands... yessss. It's like touching a cloud, almost. You've never felt anything so soft in your life.

On the... less upbeat side of things, though. He's very serious about your curse. He makes sure all of the Bloodhounds know not to mess with your hands, ever. He probably tells them you have a condition of some sort, or that your hands were badly burned in an accident of some variety (probably magic if you're the alchemist, maybe some sort of cooking mishap if not) and they're very sensitive. He is very clear about this. No one is to touch them, even bandaged, and they are not to ever try to remove the bandages or tease you about them. This leads to the Bloodhounds having a tendency to grab you by the elbow or arm, which is sweeter than it should be.

Also, this means that he's the only one who gets to hold your hand :) Because he really really likes holding your hand :) and he's the tiniest bit possessive over them because they're so special and sensitive :)

Should anything happen, if someone somehow got touched... he would defend you. Doesn't matter who it was or how it happened, he's on your side, and he's not letting you be punished without going through him first.

He definitely gets you a pair of gloves, if you want them. Something soft on the inside but durable. Maybe he even enchants them for you, if such a thing is possible, makes it so that the gloves are impossible to remove except by him or you, so you won't have to worry about accidents.

Anyway back to the fluff to end this on a high note

Imagine cuddling up with him at night, tracing your bare fingers across his chest and face, pressing your palm flat against his chest to feel his heartbeat. Just. Being able to quietly satisfy your desire for physical contact without fear or judgement.

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[mamaito]

[Housamo] Shennong Date Quest

Something bursts out of the sky that's rifting itself between the clouds, the sign of war is about to come. Shennong was all alone, scattering lives as he advances towards the other living beings in that field with no end in sight.

There was no one out there who knew how to cure illnesses, so he tested every unknown medicine that he could get his hands on for their sake. Someone would be starving out there, so he filled himself up with every poison out there for their sake.

Nevertheless, if a companion is out there, regardless of his relation to them was seeking aid, he would frantically run towards their whereabouts to lend a hand.

-- Plague, famine, war. He'd often ask for their forgiveness each time when he wasn't able to reach them and lend a hand before time.

[Shennong] "…"

Each new poison that's introduced to his system burned his internal organs. Neither were sweet nor sour to him, all he knew was that just living was but a bitter taste.

[Shennong] "…"

… It was only natural. For this was the only taste that he was made to experience.

His heart was filled to the brim by it. Till the eventual encounter of someone from Tokyo--

-- At that moment, he recalled a face and the one who appeared was Ito.

[Shennong] "-- Gkhh.. Aah, I was dreaming."

It was morning in the Kamiyado Academies staff dormitory of where Shennong was living in, he was awoken by the old days forming in his dreams.

As to not to disturb and harm his room mates, he wiped the sweat off of him that was carrying poison and slowly stirred up to make way to the bathroom.

He felt that he needed to wash away the residue of that dream left in him, and so Shennong grabbed the shower head and directly pointed it onto his body. He wanted to get back that vigor to give him strength.

[Shennong] "I can't believe this, what was up with that dream I had… I'm like a kid who just had puberty talking here." ".. Well, I suppose this is good enough. Well then--" "The weather is pretty good, I have enough time, not a mistake was made during my preparations." "Hahah, I did make one though, I was in such a hurry that I didn't know what to do when I was shaving. -- I may be a doctor that can cure anything, but this time?"

-- It has been some time since you've been summoned to Tokyo, you've encountered many others in this path.

However, there is one special person among many others, Shennong became a special existence in your life…

Throughout the many battles you two have faced together and overcome, there were times when tears were shed and laughter was shared amongst one another-- The distance between the two of you slowly shortened the more they get to know one another more.

They've called each other's name affectionately and it is not long before they've invited one another to be fully connected, this might yet be the last time to finally break into getting into the other's space and get a grip with their feelings at last.

And so for today-- Shennong has decided to invite the other to come out and play.

A message notice reached Ito and went to reach for her phone.

[[Take it easy. Don't injure yourself over arriving early now, alright?]] the message said.

Before long, the usual smile erupted on your face as the figure of Shennong starts to appear.

[Shennong] "I'm here, Ito! I just wanted to verify my surroundings for a bit when I was walking around.. No, I did not ask around!" "Enough about that, let me get a look at you, show me where you got injured. I'll make sure to get a special ointment so it can go away reaal quick, okay?" "Ah, my bad, my bad. Today's just the two of us, I'm not a teacher nor doctor anymore, I am on my day off, I should act as the good ol' me like I promised." [(Say he's worried too much.)] [(Say He's always like that.)] [(Say that he arrived too early.)] [Shennong] "Ah, I shouldn't be too worrisome. Is that--" "I've already decided I'd be with you no matter what.. Just like that, it is very important for me to worry constantly." "Hm, as much as I'd like to stand around and talk, how about we go on ahead, Ito?"

Shennong is dressed differently today, it was natural for you to extend your hand out and say something.

[(Say those clothes look good on him.)] [(Say you're glad to see him in his everyday clothes.)] [(Say you'll be delighted to escort him.)] [Shennong] "Hahahah! You're acting like this is some sort of important duty that needs to be fulfilled or something! If you're going to be like that then I might get motivated to do so, you know?"

Shennong took Ito's hand, pulling her close to his body as they calmly walked ahead.

[Shennong] "I'll let you escort me closely. Of course, till it's end point.. Right?" "Right, Let's get a move on. Let's go, Ito!"

The two of you arrived at the Botanical Garden. From medical herbs to poisonous plants were Shennong's favorites, his eyes twinkling even brighter the more you two press on.

[Shennong] "Ooh-- Ain't this a bountiful harvest! Aah, I don't want to lose you here so grab onto my hand, alright?"

Ito is led by the hand but was then emptied no sooner when Shennong went to take a peek at the map and spread it out.

[Shennong] "Let's see now, they have a special exhibition on display today with pigeons in it… Hmm, ohoh. I'm weighing everything in my mind right now, what about you?" "From A to Z, we can go and see anything… Just say what place you want to see first. In the end we just have half a day, we can only see a few sights before it's over." "Oh dear, we're on a date today, sorry about that. I also want Ito to have fun." "So, which one do you want to see, Ito? There's this place that's becoming popular lately." "No matter the area, I'll be sure to lead you around so relax, alright? Leave it to me, Ito!" [(Say you'll go anywhere with Shennong.)] [(Say there's something you want to remember before there's not enough time left.)] [(Say this is an unexpected turn.)] [Shennong] "Of course, I recommend everything in there but since you've given me the approval… To the herb garden it is!" "I do believe I did a collaboration with some director in this area. I was told to explain and supervise the area, provided with seeds, soil and whatnot." "I have yet to see the final results of it though. It's been weighing on my mind now, how about we go and check on it?"

[Shennong] "That guy--!! No, he should've been frank with me!!"

In this gigantic greenhouse, it's been filled to the brim with various vegetation for some time now and Shennong lets out a loud voice that's rather rare to come out of him.

[Shennong] "Look here, Ito! That one managed to cultivate a difficult harmony right there, over here should have some high quality results--" "And over there-- I have never seen this kind of species before in the books I've read, it's so rare!!" "Aah, that one's the best, I should get a taste right now..!"

His voice was springing into joy, Shennong was acting strange over some plants with an elated look on his face, he goes on and on explaining every single thing.

[Shennong] ".. Phew, sorry about that! I did promise you but I got myself so absorbed by everything." [(Say it is in everyone's nature to investigate everything.)] [(Say that you like seeing Shennong be so passionate when he talks about it.)] [(Say you want him to look at you the same way.)] [Shennong] "Is that so? I didn't know I would do that…" "Ito approving this kind of bad behavior of mine without even telling me.."

Shennong stacked his hand on top of hers and entwined their fingers with one another.

Time in this country passes by in utmost ease, their bodies huddled close together as they continue to walk around.

[Shennong] "Seems though we've let time pass too much. How about it, wanna have fun some more?" [(Nod)] [(Thank Shennong.)] [Shennong] "I see, I see! Hahahah! It'll be worthwhile to bring you along some more!" "Hey, Ito. Do you still have time after this? If it's fine by you, I can get us some fried rice but that is but one that I've been considering though.." [(Respond back by saying you want to come with him definetely.)] [(Reluctantly nod.)] [Shennong] "Really! Let's not dilly daddle any longer and let's head out, hope you're patient enough!"

The two got themselves a taxi and boarded on, with Shennong telling you beforehand that you both will be going to Shinjuku.

The taxi wasn't too far from the Kamiyado academy, but the crowd that he shared residence with stopped their movements along with their alcohol intake upon seeing them.

Shennong led Ito by the hand even then as the sky grows to a shade of orange, eventually heading to a store's interior.

[Shennong] "The ambience here ain't bad, right? I coincidentally found this after work and now I come here often, but lately it's been a blast."

Soon after, plates would be taken away as the two of you chat carefree together.

With a sigh of relief, Ito would look at Shennong's hand during dinner, only then to see your partner looking back at you.

[Shennong] "Ah, damn it, sorry about that! I've been looking at you rudely, sorry." "It isn't that the poison's been leaking out whenever I'm doing menial things… You see, the shopkeepers been glaring at me for a while now." "Ahem! Anyway, their cooking here ain't that bad, isn't that right? Right?" "Even I, every once in a while want to talk to someone about things. Ingredients to provisions, how the spice mixing is going, etc." "-- Hm? Is it surprising for me to be so knowledgeable about the ingredients of what'll be for dinner?" "Hahahah! Well, of course, it's normal for a doctor like me to be acting like a gentle brother figure." "Sir Shennong's food recommendations still has a long way to go though. My way of doing it is through eating and eating!"

Shennong laughs and just right before your eyes was your dinner being put down to the table.

Gulping it down as you two continue to talk, exchanging food with one another and so on. Sometimes his hand would then stop mid way.

[(Stare back at him curiously.)] [(There's something you want to say but can't.)] [(He doesn't seem to notice so you continue eating.)]

[Shennong] "… Ito. I'm not hiding what you think I've been hiding."

"I've been comparing everything from the past and the things I preferred it be. But even now, sometimes I'd stop my hand from reaching things that I want."

"-- You see, Ito, I.. I am at a peace."

"I was the type of guy who would strictly resist from eating something like fried rice because I remember thinking to myself it'd be bitter…"

"Whenever one of the men would collapse in front of me, I remember just taking some painkillers was enough to bring some peace of mind because I would look like I stepped into hell…"

"You look so happy eating that fried rice. Whenever I look at you, I grow to love it… Lame, isn't it?"

[(Shake your head.)] [(Say it isn't.)] [(Ensure that he's free to do whatever he likes.)] [Shennong] "Is that so.. If Ito says it's okay then I'm glad we had this heart to heart talk." "Hey, Ito. After this, do you still have some time?"

[(Give a wide smile and nod.)] [(Reluctantly nod.)] [Shennong] "… Right, thank you, Ito." "C'mon, you still haven't had enough to eat, especially some dessert, right? Well, how about an all you can eat 3 star stuff?"

The previous air between the two of you that you haven't felt for a while now was nonexistent and Shennong continues to smile even after that dinner.

And just like that the day was eventually coming to a close along with the soon parting back to go home, now--

With their dinner concluded, the two were unexpectedly approached by an incoming rain.

[Shennong] "Woah, hey! Come over here for a sec… Hah, the weather forecast even said today was going to be a clear one." "Ito, there's.. Something I wanna say. Would you give me a bit more of your time here?" "I've been pacing around the park on the things I wanna talk to you about some time ago, but I've remembered it now." "… Well, I did thought of giving up on the prospect. Sorry, Ito." "How about accompanying this moron from now on? What, I guarantee that you'll get the best health care out there!"

In the midst of this conversation, Shennong took off his jacket and gave it to Ito so that she'd be covered and as a move to prolong this even more.

As you were led yet again by the hand, you come face to face with the Kamiyado academy's infirmary.

[Shennong] "Glad that there's some change of clothes in here. The strong rain won't get us here at least.." "You can go dry your wet clothes here for now. Sorry about this, would you mind being a bit patient?"

The rain begins to get stronger, beating against the windows of the infirmary while the two of you sit on the bed.

On their side was a blanket that Shennong and Ito covered themselves with for some warmth.

[Shennong] "Oh, Why don't you drink some of Mr. Shennong's special tea herb to warm yourself up?"

He hands out the steaming cup towards you and he directed himself to sit on the chair instead.

[Shennong] "….. Good?" "Nah, taste's horrible, huh? … Hahah. There's still some take out left if you want." "Back then… There was this person who I would always try to be patient with no matter how selfish it'd be… being forced to drink this disgusting medicine." "… I figured that I should shove it anyway down her mouth each time no matter how bad it tasted." "… My home world has always, always been engulfed by war and drought." "If I can save at least one person, this life that I've had would've been worth it." "Hence why I'd always come out and risk it when saving someone. These arms of mine has done nothing but take the easy way out."

The sky lashes out with a bright lightning strike as though similar to living through hell. You could tell that there were many lives taken.

He told of how the sky ripped itself apart and then was mended back thanks to someone's aid, that one person who landed onto their earth.

[Shennong] "However, this person did not care how many people survived… I couldn't tell you if there was something else more important to her." "It didn't matter to her if lives were saved, she couldn't be bothered to be happy about it. I'll never know if she really was that arrogant…" "Ah, this is bad. I'm smiling despite how awful the story was… Hahah." "Hah- Sorry. I went off on a tangent there." "… It's getting cold. Want me to heat you up?" [(Nod and say that you're alright.)] [(Say that you're cold and that you want to warm up.)] [Shennong] "I'm glad that you're alright but it's also fine to say that you're cold, you know. Just call my name out whenever, alright?"

Shennong grins and scoots his chair a bit closer that he's sitting right in front of you.

[Shennong] "… You know, you seem a bit different lately. I've been wondering something along the lines: [I wonder what you taste like]." "I've been wanting to take a bite out this person, wondering what sort of face they'll make, and that smile along with it. I've also thought at just how attractive you are…" "I'm glad you came here, Ito. I've actually been stringing you along to this place actually." "I did wondered if there was someone special in your heart, too. This insides of mine… It's been in flames since."

[Shennong] "Whenever I look at you, I strangely heat up… Could it be possible that I've been tempted by you?" "-- If it's true then I'd like to have you as my medicine to take…"

-- Or rather there is poison stirring elsewhere. Ah, but you piped down before you could even utter it out.

He is the poison for your mouth to taste also… Your throat swallows thickly, you won't be able to stop this.

[Shennong] "Hey, Ito… What do you think? Even if it's poisonous… Would you still want to try it?" [(Accept his confession.)] [(You couldn't say anything other than a nod.)] [(You held him tightly.)] [Shennong] "… Is that right, Ito. Is it really alright, alright for me to do it?" "… Pfft. Hahahah!"

Shennong breaks through the tension with an expression, and as always he manages to make an easygoing smile.

[Shennong] "Sorry, sorry. I couldn't stop myself from laughing." "Well, Ito. You've given me your sweet consent." "Sorry, but I am already resolved into doing you… From now on, you'll be getting doused by poison."

As always, Shennong does what he usually do by letting himself wander, for what poison that this grown man has is only replied back with a smile.

[Shennong] "Alright, you problem child. You may be my special one but…" "I am still the Kamiyado Academy's doctor, nothing between us will change but you can call me anytime." "… Dont be hurting yourself too much… I want you to still be alive and kicking." "I'll be giving you my special care after this… Don't go passing out, alright?" "We're now in a student-teacher relationship. I once again ask that you take care of me from now on, okay?" [(Say you feel the same way.)] [(Say you're falling in love even more.)] [Shennong] "Hahahah! Cut it out you!" "If you keep falling in love even more, this inside of mine is going to go cold… I wonder if you understood that bit?" "… To be honest with you, I won't change a bit and I am still frightened.." "Someday, I still don't know if something similar from my former days will ever happen."* *(Oh boy… I have some sad news for you, Shennong…)

"Just the thought of losing you, thinking that this body of yours would ever cease to tremble from the pain… Is hard to accept and part with." "This person's poison… Is different. You are my only, sweet poison--"

Unbeknownst to the rain, the two were looking at the starry skies, inside where only the two of them were gently shimmering.

Shennong and Ito were silent, as their mouths linked with one another, their skin close, and the sweet tasting heat were exchanged.

[END]

[hendolish]

Hey if ur still doing fic-requests : Hendolish with protective Jordan!! It can be any story I just love me some protective Jordan haha

jack grealish/jordan henderson | protection ♡

The stadium's roaring crowd felt louder than ever, echoing through the tense atmosphere of Wembley.

England are playing Italy, old foes, and the atmosphere is electric. Both teams are competing for a spot in the Euros, but it isn't just about the result anymore; it's about pride, reputation, and righting a wrong that has long sat sour in English hearts.

Jack's on the pitch, having finally returned from injury, and Jordan can't help but watching him out of the corner of his eye as they play.

The Italians appear to be holding a grudge against them from losing on home ground, and today they seem to have a particular target in Jack.

Every time he gets a hold of the ball, he's closely marked, sometimes double-teamed, and tackled hard. The referee, seeming oblivious, lets many of these challenges go without a card despite Jordan arguing with him, displeased, and almost getting carded himself.

Jordan watches with rising anger, and after a third harsh tackle, he sprints to Jack's side, helping him up. The frustration's evident in Jack's eyes, but he tries to shake it off, "It's fine, Hendo. S’all football, innit'."

Jordan, wary and looking grim, nods, but internally, a surge of protection flares within him. At the next opportunity, when Jack receives the ball from Jude and is inevitably tackled again, Jordan makes sure he's there, standing toe to toe with one of the Italian midfielders.

"What's your game?" Jordan practically growls, his presence formidable and threatening.

The midfielder merely smirks and replies in English that sounds uncomfortable on his tongue, "This is football. Maybe your friend should learn to take a hit."

Without thinking, Jordan surges forward into the player's face.

The confrontation would have escalated if it wasn't for the referee finally stepping in, showing both him and the Italian a yellow card. The crowd erupts in equal displeasure and glee, a mixture of emotions filling the stadium.

Still, the match continues, and both teams battle fiercely.

Now, every time Jack gets possession, Jordan's nearby, ensuring Jack has support if needs be. Jack, ever the tease, sometimes winks or flashes a grin at him, silently thanking him for the backup because he's always been some sort of mind-reader when it comes to Jordan.

As the match nears its end, and with the score tied at 2-2, Jack wins them a free kick just outside the penalty area doing what he does best. And Jordan can't help but glance over to the Italian who'd squared-up to him earlier to watch the distain in his face like he knows exactly what's about to happen.

The both of them stand side-by-side, waiting for the rebound as Rashy takes a deep breath and whips it towards the goal.

He sends it curling around the wall magnificently, and the Italian goalkeeper dives to his left, but it's too little too late.

As the ball hits the back of the net, the stadium erupts into that joyous white-noise that's always been music to Jordan's ears. England have taken the lead.

There's huge relief as the final whistle blows soon after, and Jordan finally allows himself to emit a breath he didn't know he was holding. They've done it finally. Conquered Italy at Wembley.

There's huge celebrations in the changing room, of course, but amidst the cheers and congratulations, Jordan makes sure to pull Jack aside, "You okay?"

Jordan can't keep the concern out of his voice and it makes Jack laugh, rubbing at a forming bruise on his shin, "Yeah, just another day at the office, innit? But thanks, Hendo. Means a lot that you've got my back."

"Always. Now let's celebrate. You deserve it."

Jordan smiles, giving Jack a gentle push that promises him kisses later. But not here... Not yet, anyway.

His heart thumping in his chest as Jack pushes into him in return, a knowing grin curling onto his cheeks.

♡

[like-rain-or-confetti]

Just curious, what requests/writings etc do you have in the works? 👀

Oh boy this is a biggy hehe I have so many. Like my app holds 35 drafts and then it cuts out. So I get to about 30 and move to my notes app. Which after that, countless.

So I'll give you the ones that have storylines so far and actual work. I have others that are just one liners so far. 😂

Batman:

During Arkham Knight, the rogues seem a little too comfortable and growing confidence as the night gets worse and worse. Ivy suggests reader (the Riddler's ex) who comes up with a dastardly plan to rattle the rogues.

Hero!reader is done with the rogues on a rather cold and wet night and isn't messing around.

Hero!Reader goes undercover and unexpectedly catches feelings for the Riddler. As the two get closer, how long can reader play this up?

Reader is followed by the tall man in the suit.

Convincing Scarecrow was easier than anticipated when it turned out he's rather attracted to reader.

On readers last day, it's rather bittersweet and some rogues just can't seem to let go.

Reader is the Riddler's partner. Though often goes ignored by him. However, they have Black Mask's attention and he just can't get enough as he tries to convince reader to leave the Riddler.

Reader went missing after the rogues framed them for a crime. Reader returns as an assassin working for Falcone and it seems the rogues are rather spooked. Especially the Riddler.

Reader much younger than Black Mask. Whilst they're aware they're nothing more than eye candy, Roman has other ideas.

The Riddler is usually indifferent about people not recognising his genius. However, if reader is going to give out their love and attention then they better give it to him or hell is going to break loose.

Hero!Reader finds out their feelings for Jonathan Crane aren't so secret when Edward Nygma tells him. Jonathan confronts reader and makes them admit their worst fear- that they've fallen in love with him.

Batman's child is out for blood when they lose out on a father thanks to the rogues.They live a secret life to take each one out one by one.

Batman is informed reader is reported missing. Reader comes across the rogues as well as Batman multiple times only to realise that Reader died five years prior.

The GCPD try to save reader from Jervis Tetch. Reader has history with Jane Doe and the GCPD quickly discover that jervis tetch is the one who needs to be saved from reader.

Barbara Gordon's twin kidnaps the rogues and tries to take Barbara's place when trying to get the family's attention.

A chain of disappearances hit Gotham hard and its only when reader is next that the Rogues are involved.

Hero!Reader has another personality that the rogues are eager to learn about.

Reader has superhuman speed and helps Batman save the rogues.

Reader is in a relationship with the Riddler and breaks down when visiting him in Arkham. A broken heart can be deadly.

Jonathan tries to save reader from the Scarecrow and the Scarecrow is not happy.

Jonathan accompanies reader when they're invited to their ex's engagement who just so happens to be Roman Sionis.

Reader tells Harvey they love him for the first time.Reader shows up drunk and accidentally confesses their feelings whilst upset.

Edward is convinced the Batman has done something to reader and convinced that they don't love him anymore and hold them hostage to find out why.

The Rogues meet Reader and find out Batman had saved them from Reader.

Scarecrow and Riddler think they can tell the difference between when someone is hypnotised or not. Jervis gets reader in on debate to prove a point by having reader pretend to be hypnotised.

Jonathan is a very protective husband.

The Riddler covers for reader, lying about where they were and what they did, covering what reader really did. Only thing is reader doesn't know what they did.

Reader is infected with Joker virus. Batman is hunting them down whilst reader has a very special plan for the rogues.

Protocol dictated if the Batman couldn't get the rogues under control then READER would be initiated. Only issue is, only Batman seems to know just what that means. He's not happy but eventually takes the help. (Arkham Knight)

When reader has the Batman's attention, that tends to draw attention to reader. (Black Mask x Reader x Joker)

Reader is livid when they're called in at three am. If they don't get sleep because of the rogues then the rogues won't be sleeping. They can call their lawyers, hell even call Batman back.

Two-Face will always look out for Reader even when they aren't together anymore.

When Ivy blows some kind of pollen onto reader, they get a lot of male attention. The Batfam wear masks but the issue is that the Rogues are fighting for readers affection.

Edward helps Abigail build her first robot and she gets emotional.

The rogues don't talk about reader.

After being infected with Joker toxin and on the road to recovery, reader has moments of confusion and its left to the rogues to help.

Hero!Reader and Two-Face have a connection and he wants reader on his side. Now.

Abigail is held captive. When found she is terrified of Batman and hides in the vents.

The Riddler is furious with Batman who reveals Ed's feelings for reader because reader doesn't understand what that means for the Riddler and doesn't understand how much he cares about them.

Jonathan imagines Abigail meeting his younger self. He hopes that in some way his inner child has healed knowing his daughter was raised differently.

Two-Face is out for blood for the GCPD. Its up to Batman to find out why.

Reader builds a pillow Fort and the rogues want in.

Things get wild in Arkham when a nurse accidentally takes a prop knife into Arkham.

Jervis and Reader don't get on because he knows reader is NOT Alice.

Reader nearly gets shot by a drunk in Roman's club and he is livid.

A look into Abigail's childhood.

Resident Evil 8:

Reader struggles to accept Alcina Dimitrescu as their mother but grows attached when struggling with their powers.

Missing Bela Dimitrescu, reader returns to Castle Dimitrescu months after the events of RE8. They seek closure for their lost love and struggle with inner conflict of what was right and wrong and how love has blurred those lines.

Ethan tells Rosemary a story about her aunt (F!Reader) who sacrificed herself to the Megamecyte to save her niece.

Reader meets an unexpected ally after being a rather peculiar outcome of an experiment.

Alcina doesn't believe her house keeper (reader) who confesses their love. She regrets this when Ethan Winters comes to the castle.

Twilight: (This category is temporary as it stands and only to note down the ideas I already had.)

Jane tests readers gift and is very unhappy to find her gift isn't strong enough to overpower readers. Reader is unhappy to discover how badly Jane wants to hurt them.

Reader has a defensive ability to camouflage themselves. After a conflict, reader loses control over their gift and becomes unseen and unheard to the Volturi, isolating them from their coven for almost a century.

Reader finds refuge with the cullens after seeking space from the Volturi. When Bella goes to save Edward, reader is in the Volturi's grasp once more and Caius and Athenodora don't want to let go. Not again.

Reader hears the voices of the dead and its only with the Volturi's input are the voices silenced. Demetri puts in a lot of time to his mate bond with reader and ensuring they are no longer suffering. However Edward Cullen threatens to tear that hard work at the seams.

Alec of the Volturi has been waiting for reader for a long time. He seems to know everything about them from the start...but reader is certain they've never met. Alec has unfinished business and all he asks is that reader keeps out of the way.

House of Wax:

Reader is a childhood friend of the Sinclair brothers and gets caught trying to escape by Bo.

Naruto:

Sasori, Deidara, Itachi and Kisame are going out for the night and you tag along. You get some unexpected attention and secrets come to light.

Obito drops his Tobi persona before you and things get dangerous whilst obsession comes to the surface.

When Sasori's gone, reader has a second chance at love with Obito who really can't handle another heartbreak.

Doctor Who:

After the Master rejects reader, the next adventure with the Doctor takes a fatal turn as the remaining occupants of the planet have a hunger for the very make up that makes people human. Things like broken hearts can make people vulnerable and reader returns but is certainly not alone.

What 11 would call 'a parasite god' encounters Rose and feeds on her life source, learning about the Doctor and everything she knew and loved. It wants the Doctor but struggles to find him, only his previous companions. Reader is the final companion at risk and the fallen companions group together in attempt to protect the Doctor and hide him away from the deity.

The Doctor is dreaming and has nightmares about his old companions.

Harry Potter:

Draco returns to Malfoy Manor after the wizarding war once Scorpius is in Hogwarts. Draco explains to Ghost!reader why he's kept the Manor for so long.

Harry is mourning the loss of his dear friend reader and can't help but struggle to accept it whilst the professors seem eager to move on. The lack of answers is supposed to be closure but instead only provide Harry with more questions.

The Yule Ball is coming up and who is reader going with!? Well that's the problem isn't it?

Tensions run high when reader can't help but notice their reflection is out of sync. Stress is a powerful trick on the mind...right?

Throughout the Wizarding War, reader and Draco were on opposing sides until they couldn't deny their feelings anymore. Draco later explains to his father why he chose reader over everything in the end.

Rumour has it around the castle that the death eaters are killing muggles. When reader is the next to go missing, tensions rise and fingers begin to point at the Malfoy's and how Reader and Draco never did get along. That's always a motive for murder, right?

Update: I have 86 additional fics I haven't made a start on yet and this doesn't include requests I haven't started.

I should also say this doesn't include fics I've already finished.

Imma go bury myself now.

[quickhacked]

collision, punch, earth, scissors, knife, train and broken heart for rami, bourbon and marshall (or just one of the three if it's too much!!)

oc asks!

HEHEHE THANK UU i will do these for marshall :^) he's a new guy for um. the old guard. the movie. sorry. if you haven't seen the movie it's basically about a bunch of immortals trying to keep people safe by doing merc jobs essentially. anyway i'm still spinning ideas for him around but he's in my brain so surely this will help with generating more ideas. tee hee

💥 COLLISON - what emotions do they have trouble dealing with?

if you would ask marshall himself this question he would tell you he has no trouble dealing with any emotion. which is a lie. he struggles with every emotion but he's just very good at masking it to the point he doesn't even realize it himself :) kinda like, at some point you reach the point of numbness where it feels like you got everything under control but instead you just got pushed too far if that makes sense. that's marshall for you

👊 PUNCH - are they quick to violence?

marshall isn't quick to violence solely because he LOVES to annoy people instead. if someone is annoying him, he could very easily punch them to shut them up but it's much funnier to make them worse first so they attempt to land the first hit themself instead ^_^ playing with his food. basically. he's a little bit insane

🌏 EARTH - will they give up the world for someone they love? is this decision easy for them?

so this is where things get interesting. marshall is trans but before he realized this, he pretended to be a man to get drafted into the army like his younger brother (i don't know for what war yet. use your imagination) just so he could protect him. so he would absolutely give up the world for someone he cares about a lot because he's already done it

the first time marshall died was during the war, protecting his little brother. and after that he died many more times keeping him safe, trying to make sure his brother would be able to go back home. but even that kind of loyalty wasn't enough to stop the two from drifting apart and when it was time to go home, marshall didn't come with his little brother and went his own way instead

nowadays it would be more difficult for him to do something like that again because he is lowkey expecting the other person to not care as much as he does </3

✂️ SCISSORS - what is the "last straw" for them to cut someone out of their life? how easily do they let go of people?

since marshall is immortal, he doesn't hang around mortal people a lot, knowing he's gonna lose them anyway so cutting people out of his life is at this point a daily activity. other than that he is VERY forgiving toward his fellow immortals, mainly because they only really have each other

🔪 KNIFE - how do they react to injury / misfortune befalling their loved ones (significant other, family, friends)? do they put themselves at blame?

since all his friends are immortal, an injury doesn't really matter that much because well they can't die. but if it's caused directly by marshall or a mistake he made, he will still feel a little bit bad about it but he would not let it show. it wouldn't help anyone anyway and by then it really doesn't matter anymore anyway because they've already known each other for centuries

🚆 TRAIN - what is their answer to the trolley problem?

he would jump on the tracks himself to get hit by the train and cause it to stop before it can kill anyone else :)

💔 BROKEN HEART - what could their partner do that would absolutely break their heart?

marshall isn't easily actively hurt by actions or words so anything directed toward him would be fine, but he would shatter if his partner hurts themself on purpose or talks bad about themself in front of him. he's not one to end up in a romantic relationship quickly, but once he does he will simply not go. takes it SO so seriously. and he just wants his partner to be happy

[mayasaura]

Okay, pre-Nona posting time. I don't have a coherent theory this time, but here are my impressions:

I'm expecting this book to mostly be setup for the next one, since it was originally just act one. Exposition, worldbuilding, and pieces moving into whatever place they'll need to be to scape some kind of resolution out of this mess. I'm not expecting to see many familiar face from Canaan House, apart from the obvious, because ofnthe timescale we're working with. Silas and Colum are coming back, but I'm not at all sure it'll be in this book.

The letter from Doctor Sex's study has got to be relevant. The "My darling girl, tomorrow you will be a lyctor-" one. This will probably connect with Cassiopeia, and why BOE has intimate but antiquated knowledge of the Sixth House. Hopefully we will also find out if the Sixth House even still exists after the finale of Harrow the Ninth, but maybe that will be left as a point of hanging tension because afaik Palamedes and Camilla don't even know it was threatened.

John is a wild card, and I can't wait to see what he'll do. He reached the breaking point of a ten thousand year long holding pattern at the end of Harrow the Ninth, and we're about to find out what God does instead of buying a firari and experimenting with cocaine because he's been dumped. His invasion? The second Resurrection? What does he have left to lose, and does he care if he loses it?

The Mithraem is gone and John is a creature of habit, so odds are good that he fetched up on the Erebos at some point in the six-month timeskip. Which means we may find out where we stand with Admiral Sarpedon. John ditched them right after one of the worst catastrophes in Cohort history to work from home, and I have a feeling that is going to have ramifications. Sarepedon's whole deal in the Iliad is responsible leadership through showing up and being there to lead.

I'm excited to see if Ianthe and Coronabeth's dual schemes will come into play yet. The Tridentarii have had a long-term plan they've been working on since before Gideon the Ninth. We've only had hints of the full shape of it so far, but it has to do with figuring out how the Resurrection was accomplished and rethinking the economic structure of the Nine Houses. So we're talking large scale, possibly empire crushing and/or apotheosis kind of big. Whatever they're planning got derailed by the events of Gideon the Ninth, but Ianthe has been working hard to get back on track. So has Corona, but I'm not sure if Corona is working toward the same goal as Ianthe anymore. Or perhaps they've course-corrected together; Mercy was able to put Camilla in touch with Harrow, so why not Coronabeth with Ianthe.

I'm almost certain that Blood of Eden intends to return to the Ninth. Wake still has an anchor there, and even if she didn't have unfinished business with the Tomb, her people won't want to leave her bones enslaved. Depending on how aware Wake was of her surroundings as a revenant, she may even know that the Tomb is open for the taking. If she asks, and maybe even if she doesn't, I think Pyrrha would go with them. Pyrrha once watched Wake die in the atmosphere above the Ninth, she liked Alecto, and she knows something about having been buried for a myriad.

Speaking of which I really really hope to hear a bit more about Anastasia. She's so interesting! She's been playing chess from beyond the grave, and I'd love to find out what her objective was.

And to close out, obligatory 'who is Nona' theory. Sort of. If I'm right, she's an ancient divine monster with the body and mind of a desperately sad schizophenic teenager. She loves completely and without conditions in a word seperated by factions, and I hope she doesn't have her heart broken. She's made up of mismatched pieces, and if those parts of her are separated she might not be Nona anymore. A transient existance. Cinnamon roll. Too good for this world, too pure. Alexa, play Simple and Clean by Utada Hikaru.

[animehouse-moe]

Sabikui Bisco Volume 5: Ravenous Hokkaido, The Island Whale

Phew, what a read as per usual, especially this time around thanks to the translation efforts Eight (can't recommend checking out their Twitter enough). Even though I say that, I had my reservations coming into this one thanks to Cobkubo's desired literary format of making their installments far more episodic. With that in mind, lots to chat about, and it's going to get very wordy since it's an LN. But the short of it? It's good, really good, and I'm looking forward to seeing what Cobkubo can continue to do as this story extends further and further past the reaches of its initial intent.

Warning: Spoilers Discussed

First and foremost, longevity. It was a concern of mine post-volume 3, where the story was originally slated to end. I thought volume 4 was a good read, but it was pretty well divorced from the contents of the third volume so to speak. A new adventure, if you will. After saving the world once, how do you top it? Well, Cobkubo answers between volumes 4 and 5 that you do it by taking a look back at your world. Re-examining the pieces that might have been discarded, and finding ways to weave them into the story.

The idea of animals mixing with technology? We got a living island being hijacked by genetically altered flower people this volume (and of course a rocket powered Actagawa). What about a new approach to the use of mushrooms? That's in this latest volume as well. What about the issue of making a simplistic power system of rock-paper-scissors last? We've got that too. I think the point's been made though. Cobkubo takes the opportunity they created with volume 4 to rebuild the foundations of this world that they've created to be better suited to a broader vision.

And it's a great thing, really. It allows for new and old characters to mix really easily and to cross stories between one another to weave a more detailed tapestry of the state of the world and what it's become.

Anyways, specifics. I'll start with one bit of a complaint (but it's not really one). The new character introduced this volume is yet another girl. I don't mind it, I really don't, I just think that it's more about how Cobkubo tends and prefers to write characters and their interactions with Bisco. Not at all bad, just a little one note when there's a lot more out there. Though I say that, and Shishi's character arc through volume 4 and 5 is arguably the best out of the bunch.

With that out of the way, it's time to hop on the hype train, because that's where we're going! The new character, Chaika, is used surprisingly well alongside a kid-ified Bisco. Her demeanor does really great against Bisco's short temper yet pure-hearted nature. Similarly, I appreciate that it's not yet another superpowered girl joining the team, but someone more on Tirol's level: a very specialized character that provides importance in the context of volume they appear in. Not to say that TIrol's not of importance at all anymore, but that they largely have had their moments in getting Milo and Bisco the power and ability that they need.

Speaking of Tirol, the reappearance of many older characters is very nice. I'm still stuck waiting for Pawoo to make her appearance again (I'm sure it'll happen next volume, I say as a tear rolls down my cheek), but we get characters like Amli and Tirol and the like showing up, which is really nice. It provides a full complement of the origin of powers. Shishi with her florescence, Amli with her rust powers, and Bisco with his mushrooms.

Going even further, and into spoiler territory, they do a great job of mixing these powers. How the rust-eater eats rust, how rust consumes florescence, and how florescence consumes mushroom. It's a very important system to remember as it comes into play at the end of the volume. But before that, Cobkubo pays their respects (and sets up a crazy twist) by bringing back Lord Kelshina through Amli. Yeah, the immortal equivalent of a war god is channeled through Amli to fight Shishi, bringing the real progenitor of the Rust as a weapon into the fray. Incredibly cool.

Regardless, bringing him back sets up for the plot twist, but also re-centers our view on the world and its oddities. Also, it serves as a comfortable reminder to readers that the concept of a soul does exist within the story, at the very least as something that can be called upon.

And the last of it, the big reveal, Kurokawa. Yes, the first volume's big bad buy. Crazy, right? Well, not as much as you'd think. Kelshina was "one" with the rust, so to speak, and he was able to return through Amli. Kurokawa died to the rust that housed Testujin, so you could also say that he was a part of the rust. Pretty crafty storytelling from Cobkubo I'd say. Feels right at home and fits the crazy campy and idiosyncratic nature of this story.

So all in all, we've had our 2 "real" bad guys (the previous incarnations of Milo and Bisco don't really count) re-appear in this volume, and they were both back with a vengeance. Kurokawa's got his secret army raised and his (or I guess I should say her?) sights set on Imihama once more, and with a new fangled rust-based weapon. Shishi's been stripped of her florescence, Amli's ability to use the rust is questionable at this point in time. Bisco is now both the Sun and Moon God, and who knows what else is going on. But I love it. It's exactly what the story needed to combat its episodic nature without losing sight of itself. We're not recycling or reducing, we're re-using, and that's the best possible scenario for this incredibly strong and unique characters. I can't wait to see what tricks Cobkubo pulls and what references they make to their previous volumes.

[loupettes]

ok I have to ask what's with the vaseline for your feet?

oh god 😂😂😂 ok so hear me out.

Your feet do so much for you and they never get any credit. They absorb a force of about 120% of your body weight with each step. You're taking 10000 steps a day, that's an immense pressure on your poor little feet all day. BUT THEY NEVER STOP. They literally carry you home when the rest of you is too tired. They don't just give up in the middle of the street because they literally cannot take the weight anymore, they just continue to hold you up and get you back home.

And how do we thank them? Put them up on the sofa and give them a bit of respite? Take some painkillers? Give them a nice clean with some scented soap if they're smelly?

Na fam. Every damn day I give my feet a little thank u party, like I'm not even kidding. I remember being in New York this year and they were so god damn battered after so many steps, blisters and all itchy and swollen and shit, and I just... the gratitude I had for them then and still do today. Like, I swear I heard them let out tiny little cries every time one of them touched the ground. They were literally pleading with me to not go so hard the next day yet they still took me all round Manhattan - even run round Manhattan when it started to rain. THEY'RE THE REAL HEROES. Like, yeah, I get it, the heart does a lot, but the feet are such underdogs.

So where does the vaseline come into play? I swear by vaseline when your feet have got a heavy day of walking ahead. Keep them as heavily moisturised as possible, and refresh as often as possible, too. The balls of your feet, your ankles, just make sure any blister Hot Spot is protected. And when you get home, soak your little feets in hot water (or cold if you really can't take it) and vaseline them right up. PROTECT THEM AT ALL COSTS. Massage them, knead those achey muscles and give them some tlc because they've got your back no matter what. And, for the love of god, say thank u!

This is a Very Weird thing I know but feet deserve more recognition lmao

[faorism]

with a love so deep and warm and true [masterpost]

a 50k parker-centric character study, featuring ot3 and all of the significant friendships in parkers life. most fanart is sfw and can be shared without connection to the fic itself other than my mention of it in the body of the post. please note that while this is not a dark fic, this fiction is an extended depiction of a character reclaiming intimacy, healing their relationship to their body, and establishing a sense of safety after experiencing childhood sexual abuse at the hands of a foster parent. as such, it includes many major themes that many readers may want to skip. full list of tags and content warnings are included on ao3, but some major ones are csa, food issues, light d/s, canon character death, references to alcoholism and sobriety, homelessness, and ableism. please take care if you choose to read.

read on ao3: Parker chose young to be really good at being bad—the very best—and since has made a lot of other choices of similar magnitude, like falling in love and in friendship, like seeking help and support, like deciding to not be alone anymore, and (perhaps the hardest of all) finding shelter for a wounded heart. || Eleven times Parker shares a bed and heals along the way.

tumblr promo post, with parker fanart in the header.

i'll be your shelter by taylor dane [lyrics used for title]: version one and version two, both are highly recommended.

parker/hardison [fanart]: Shortly after Dubai, when Hardison hums to her to keep her calm and proves he's got her back and won't let her fall, it starts to click for Parker. Slowly. Surely. And maybe it started before that, too. But…Parker looks at Hardison after Dubai and thinks, yes. She kisses Hardison and thinks, can't wait for the next one. She gets sleepy after playing video games with him and thinks, maybe tonight I stay.

parker/hardison/eliot [fanart]: They are in sync, coordinated through their familiarity built over the past four and a half years. It's why they came back after every walk away, and it's why they own a brewpub together now, and it's what saved them in DC, and it's why when they do finally do it for the first time, Parker knows it's gonna be so good; it's a familiarity held within this potential thing between them for as long as they've kept it, even before Parker and Hardison named for each other Eliot's place in their hearts.

parker & peggy [fanart]: Friendship is a kind of work. It’s a kind of opening up. It’s a kind of something. Something stable. Something important. Parker wants Peggy to know Parker as herself. It’s not a question of if that’s gonna happen—Parker realizes just before she closes her eyes to sleep—but when.

bunny | parker/eliot | parker & bre | parker & hurley [four fanart grouping]: She chose to be good as a bad guy, and she's long chosen to be herself, and she's chosen to fall in love and in friendship, and she's chosen to not be alone in leadership. And that background has given her the ability to become an awesome boss and, she thinks, a good partner and a fun friend.

parker | parker & sophie | parker & nate [three fanart grouping]: She sinks into the vanity chair, ignoring how unnerved she feels at the faint line of her reflection in the mirror. Parker is used to the slivers of herself caught in lowlight, obviously, but there's a humility in how she's hunched that makes even this—a contour in her periphery—seem like a stranger rather than a friend.

[furshrimps]

I'm actually thinking often about where the point would be when I should seriously think about rehoming my dogs. Currently I can still mostly care for them, albeit going for regular walks isn't quite possible. I'm still hoping my condition will get better again so I'll be able to do that again. So far we either have to make use of the property or my sister will help with that, since walks with me have to be few and far between and pretty short. Sister also helps with enrichment. That situation isn't ideal, though, all in all they get much less time outside the property than before, and I do feel bad about that. I also spend less overall time with grooming, but so far I can do at least the minimum amount of grooming.

I think it's a balance, especially considering the history of both of them, as well as their age (10 and 12 now). They've both went through things that left them with serious trauma of humans, and both have done a lot of recovering since they've came to me. I know it probably sounds like I'm trying to turn a blind eye on the situation, but I don't think I can be replaced for them that easily. It probably would be a tad bit easier for Sammy, despite him being older and despite him having had the "worse" objective history. But overall I think he's more stable and adaptable. I'm not sure how Bats would be able to cope, though. Finding good homes for them would be a nightmare, though. Even just finding someone to help with walks feels like a too-big task, at least I still can't think of a good way to find someone who is trustworthy and knowledgeable enough. I do admit I'm probably way too overprotective about the dogs and way too distrustful of human beings in general here, but there are so many idiots out there who intentionally or unintentionally could cause so much serious harm especially to such small dogs that I don't know how to even start on that. And thinking how Bats practically has to be forced to leave the apartment without me even just to go with my sister, whom he knows very well... idk. Sammy is kind of hesitant, too, but not quite to that extent. Once outside they do enjoy their walks just fine from what sis tells me. But with a complete stranger? Idk.

Currently, I think the point to think about rehoming for me would be when I either can't even take care of the rest of the basic day-to-day care anymore, or when they'd start getting unhappy. So far neither of these things seem to happen, at least Sammy seems to be just fine with whatever as long as he gets some play, some running around, food, affection and a generally safe place. Bats is more easily bored, because he needs a lot of encouragement for things outside of activities that don't include treats, and he rarely offers social play on his own. And because he'll just wait it out until someone notices it's easier to dismiss or not notice. But just asking him to do a few tricks here and there so he can earn some treats, and likewise a quiet/ safe/ harmonious environment with lots of affection seems to be enough for him overall. I have a feeling all that could be very different if they had been raised and lived their life in a "good" environment all of the time. With a dog without all the traumas I probably would already be thinking about rehoming, or starting to think about it soon. I mean, I AM considering and weighing it constantly just the same, but so far it appears to be not the right thing to do, despite the downsides for them. But from what they show the upsides seem to outweigh the downsides still. I do try very hard to keep my assessment objective, even though I can barely think about that without breaking my heart. But ultimately, I knew I would and could make the decision in their favor. I'm just lucky they appear to be fine with it so far, and I can't begin to describe how thankful I am for that.

Maybe other people have a different view on all that, and maybe I'm wrong. But I honestly do try my best to do the right thing, and to do right by them. And I also try to do what I can to get better, because I'm sure that is what we all want the most in the first place.

[kitsunes-multiverse]

Sweet Symptoms

Chapter 19: Not So Sweet Symptoms

A few nights had passed since Kitsune and Jesse arrived... And quite frankly, Jesse wasn't doing all that well.

He was sitting at the small table on a laptop, searching for houses. Him and Kitsune pulled together a decent amount of money together, but so far none of the houses seemed good enough. They were either too expensive or too rundown. He sighed, running a hand through his hair.

Kitsune was out getting dinner, so it was just him and Boo in the motel room. The small kitten was just playing with one of his toys, eventually picking up on Jesse's stress. He walked over to the man, putting his two front paws on his leg as he let out a trill.

Jesse sighed once more, leaning over and picking him up. "I'm fine, Boo. I'm just stressed..." He stated.

"I can't believe Kitsune and I are in this mess.." He huffed. "I wish things could just- be normal. Then I wouldn't have the blood of god knows how many people on my hands.." He shuddered, hating the memory more than anything right now.

The blood staining the walls. The screams of pain as he killed them, one by one. The hot, boiling anger that surged through his veins as he committed the crime- Kitsune basically passed out in his arms. Did she even remember the full act? He wasn't even certain- she seemed rather out of it.

If she did remember... Would she still want to be around him?

Jesse shook his head, forcing the thought away. No, no, that's ridiculous. She wouldn't just abandon him after that. She said it herself- they were in this together. She's expressed gratitude for him saving her numerous times, and she's been doing everything she can to help him in these tough times.

Of course though, he didn't bother her about his night terrors and episodes of sleep paralysis. They've been rather frequent- so much so that he can hardly differentiate the difference between them anymore. They'd always consist of the pained and enraged screams of his seemingly countless victims. Needless to say, he wasn't getting much sleep as of late.

As he continued thinking about all of these events, he suddenly felt... Off. The more his hidden regrets came rising back into his head, the more uncomfortable he grew. His heart raced faster and faster. His shaking hands gripped onto the table. He felt cold, yet sweat still dripped down his face. He took small gasps for breath, as though he couldn't breathe properly.

Was this... a panic attack?

He felt somewhat dizzy by the overwhelming feeling, feeling nauseous and confused, yet also really scared. Terrified, even. He shakily got out of the chair, gripping the top of his shirt. He had never had a panic attack before- he wasn't sure what to do. He needed something to ground him, but Kitsune wasn't here. And as attached to Boo as he was, he doubted the small kitten would be much help.

He sat down on the bed, panting and taking shaking breaths every so often. He felt alone. Isolated. Powerless. He curled up, as though trying to hide from the world.

Before long, the door opened- Kitsune walking in with a plastic bag on her arm. "Heyyy, I'm back with Chinese food. Sorry I took so long, the line was a fuckin' nightmare-" She looked at her boyfriend, gasping as she saw his poor state. "Oh my god, Jesse!!"

She slammed the food down on the table, quickly sitting beside Jesse as she placed a hand on his back. "Hey, hey.." She softly spoke up, prompting Jesse to gasp. "It's ok, I'm right here... You're safe..." She soothed, reaching her arm up slightly and hugging him. "You're gonna be ok, I've got you... Take a deep breath.."

Jesse clung onto her, shaking like a leaf in the wind. He tried to control his breathing, but it was somewhat difficult. His chest hurt. It was like his heart was trying to kill him. "It- It hurts.." He mumbled. "I can- I can still hear them!! Every night, I can- they're in my dreams!" He stuttered, tears welling up in his eyes.

"Oh, Jess..." Kitsune rubbed his back. "I'm so sorry, I had no idea..." She frowned a bit, her partner letting out a distraught cry as he buried into her. She'd seen him cry before, but never like this.

"Breathe for me, ok? Please, you're going to pass out.." She gripped his quivering hand, rubbing his knuckles with her thumb. "I'm right here with you- we're gonna get through this. I promise."

It took a few minutes, but Jesse had managed to calm down. He slumped against Kitsune, wrapping his arms around her. "I... I'm sorry... I know you came back with food, but I... I don't have an appetite right now..." He apologized.

"It's alright, Jess... We'll eat em for breakfast tomorrow. They're better as leftovers anyway." Kitsune reassured, kissing his head. "Feel better?"

"A little..." Jesse responded, flopping back onto the bed with a sigh. "I'm tired..." He muttered.

Kitsune chuckled a little, standing from the bed and grabbing the bag of food. "I know you are, sweetheart." She responded, putting the food away. Jesse's face went slightly red at hearing the pet name. He didn't mind it, but it still caught him off guard.

The young woman returned, laying down beside him as she turned the light off. She smiled, nestling into his chest. "Let's go to sleep, yeah?"

Jesse nodded, holding onto her. His heartbeat slowed a little, feeling much more at ease. He yawned, running his hand through Kitsune's silky red hair. "I love you.." Was all he said.

The redhead giggled slightly. "I love you too, Jess... Sleep well.." She responded. Jesse smiled finally, closing his eyes.

It may take them a minute to get back on their feet, but they'd get there eventually. They were sure of it.

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[miss-vall]

O NE DA Y

Have you already seen the original film and Netflix's series of One Day? I watched both of it out of curiosity since everyone is talking about it. I don't have any idea of how the storyline would be, but sadly, unlike the fairytale, they didn't have a happy ending. To put it simply, one of the protagonist died. Oh such scene broke my little heart. So here's my two cents about the story:

From Day One, they both felt that they have this connection and chemistry. They complements each other's souls in a peculiar way. They knew they can be more than "friends" but opted not to cross the boundary anymore.

"It's better to stay friends for a long time, because they thought in this way ,they could keep each other for a lifetime" this was my thoughts after watching the film. Twenty years as friends, then they were only given few years as a couple. This is how fate played them. Cruel.

On the other hand, I admire how strong their friendship is, lowkey and yet it has a foundation that can't easily be shaken. They gave each other space to grow individually, find their own passion, pursue their goals, make mistakes, find themselves and run back to each other when things get too tough.

I just can't stop thinking how many years they've wasted for letting fear of losing each other reign. Not taking it to the next level is just soo cowardly. Though I can't argue about it because cliche as it may sound "Everything happens for a reason" but I hope people are not using this phrase to justify their fears, of letting opportunities past and of avoiding their truth. May we all be brave enough to confront the truth within ourselves and seize all the opportunities that will come our way, may it be new relationship, taking things into the next level and pursuing our passion and goals.

We live in a world that always hopes for another day and another chance without realizing that not everyone will be blessed to have one more day because as Emma read in one of the scenes "Death is sly and unseen".

[allmothsdied]

Dear grandpa, I can't hate you anymore

You have never change

Same man with golden hair

With way too young girl for you by your side

King of all liars, manipulator too clever

Is there something good about you?

All I have are few childhood memories

Too old that they've already started rotting

As your name became bitter in my mind

Oh old man, you thought you could buy me with

Birthday's many? You can't get me with anything

I've seen your soul, I just know it all

But you still, like a sweet poison, try to get back

Into the family you've broken way too many times

And they mind be forgiving, they mind be full of pity

But not me, my dear, not me

One can't simply unseen, one can't simply forget

With ugly pretending we are all shitty happy family

Old man, you, I do not hate you for some time now

Don't you know, all I can make myself to feel to you

Is this pure coldness, but it's you who deserve it

And I have nothing more for you, no, really nothing

All the lies you won't ever stop telling

Always bringing some more, some new

Tongue of human snake, the tongue of yours

Just cross the border and it would be your the end

Just hurt anyone little bit more, and I'll end you

Dear exgrandpa, you lost your titul long ago

And I'm sorry, but there's no coming back

You never again may be what you once was for me

They could pretend, they could play happy family

But I'm watching you, I will always be

So be careful old man, one bad step and I'll be ready

There will be no more lies to tell, just your last

So damn lonely days, Don't worry, I'll just finish

What you've already started building for years

Man, you're getting older, you are not what u used to be

Have they already told you you are no longer attractive? You're not young

I guess there won't be any other girl more than half younger than you

When she leaves, and she will one day

What would you have left?

You could take that loneliness to your grave

But it definitely be me crying there, not for u

Coldness you put in me can't make any tears

Oh old man, you are just biological father

Of my mother

I do not even call you anyway, no grandpa

Just dirty elderly fuck boy

Traumatizing everyone

So be careful, I'm just waiting

You are nothing for me, I could ruin you

With cold face and empty heart

Be careful man, I'm counting all your sins

[sincerely--starchild]

(9/9/22) About This Blog.

Foreword:

While I don't figure this will be a follower-heavy blog, I still want to leave this here in case some people would like to follow our journey. Please be respectful if that is what you choose to do. This will be a daily-weekly logging blog, and, for lack of a better term, a personal time capsule. Please know, I am an adult, and I will talk about adult issues on this blog. I will include trigger warnings and censors throughout my posts, as well as always using the hashtag "postsbystar".

My Introduction:

Hello! I am a person of many names, but I would prefer if you only knew me as Starchild, Star, or Since. Please use they/them pronouns unless others are stated. I enjoy creating and collecting, both of which I tend to do frequently. I like to cosplay, play video games, and watch horror movies. To avoid any possible confusion later on down the road, I will state this now. I am a part of a DID system, and issues relating to this will probably come up somewhat often in my posts. While I will likely still post about other alters and their happenings, I want this blog to be mostly mine. I don't plan on extensively talking about them.

Backstory of Blog:

As of September 9, 2022, the day I created this blog, I am in a very bad headspace. I have many issues that I am struggling with but few places to unburden myself. I have a small support system, but, at least recently, I haven't felt comfortable sharing many thoughts with them. They've been going through hell, too, and I don't have the heart to talk to them about my issues when they are very clearly struggling, as well. I have tried bottling things up, I have tried drawing vent art, I have tried short-term therapy, I have tried surrounding myself in things that bring me comfort and, yet—nothing has worked lately. Nothing has worked for the past week, the past 3 weeks, the past 6 months, or the past few years. I feel like I'm close to my breaking point. I can't take my own thoughts anymore. I'm tired of feeling isolated and imprisoned by my own negative thoughts and trauma. So, to try to remedy my situation, I came up with the idea to make a place where I could share my thoughts, my feelings, my concerns, my fears, and no one would feel obligated to listen. I could get relief and the feeling that I'm sharing my thoughts with others without directly doing that. I won't be messing up anyone's day by asking to vent. I can just make my post, get things off my chest, and if others want to interact, they have the choice to.

Closing Thoughts:

This blog is, essentially, my internet diary. This is my safe place. This is my escape. This is for me to get things off of my chest without having to feel like I'm burdening my support system. This is my time capsule, our time capsule, in the hopes that my future self and system members can look back on this blog in a few years and be proud that we've made it out alive. No matter how bruised we are, we will win this fight.

That's what I'm making this blog for.

We're drawing our swords and we're keeping ourselves alive.

[beels-burger-babe]

Melodious Mourning

***Ben Platt?! Hell yes! Okay! I am so so excited about this! Thank you so much @ester-is-here for reminding me how much I love this song. I hope everyone enjoys it. You can listen to the song, if you haven't already, here. Disclaimer: In Case You Don't Live Forever and its lyrics do not belong to me. They belong to the brilliant Ben Platt*** Poly!MC Summary: It's MC's anniversary of their relationship with the Lords of the Devildom. They've planned a little something special to share with them; something that will express how much they love the brothers, while also preparing them for a tragic truth. The time had come. After a long night of celebrating your anniversary with the seven sins, it was time for you to finally show them the surprise you had prepared for them. You giggled as you dragged a tired Belphegor into the music room by his hand, the others following closely behind you. Asmodeus made a small noise of disappointment and leaned against the grand piano in the middle of the room. "You know when you said you had a surprise for us, I must admit this wasn't exactly what I had in mind, " you snorted as Satan smacked Asmo on the back of the head. Asmo yelped and held his head as he glared at Satan. "Though I'm sure that whatever this surprise it will be equally as lovely. Geez, let me finish before you ruin my hair!" Mammon came up beside you. "But what is this surprise though? Is it a diamond? Money? Jewelry? That lost treasure that we never found?" You smiled softly at the Avatar of Greed and poked his nose. "It's better than that. Or at least I hope it will be," You sat down at the piano and took some sheet music out of your bag. "I um...I wanted to sing a song for all of you," you nervously tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "With our anniversary being today, I've been thinking a lot about us and all the time that's passed and the what the future will hold, and I-I just thought that this song would be the perfect way to express all of that."

Lucifer placed a hand on the small of your back as he looked down at you with an awe-filled, adoring expression. "I wasn't aware you could play. I would've loved to play with you sometime." You leaned up and pressed a kiss to his lips. "There will be time for that in the future. For now, it's time for your surprise," you hovered your fingers over the keys and hesitated. The song the message shared was important but would be hard for your lovers to hear. You glanced over at them. "J-Just listen, please. Okay?" Beel frowned at the serious look on your face and nodded. He could sense that there was something important about this performance, something almost dire, that clearly frightened you. "Of course." You took in a shaky breath as you began to move your finger across the keys.

"You put all your faith in my dreams. You gave me the world that I wanted. What did I do to deserve you?" Your smooth voice filled the room and wrapped around the hearts of each of the demons. They smiled gently at your words as a warmth filled their chests. In the years that they were fortunate enough to have you in their lives, they had spent every last second doing their best to keep you happy. They would give you the world if you asked for it, and you knew that. "I follow your steps with my feet. I walk on the road that you started. I need you to know that I heard you. Every word." Since coming here, the brothers have shown you a number of things. Lucifer taught you to be more confident and take pride in the things that you've achieved. Mammon taught you that it was okay to be selfish sometimes to do the things that you wanted. Together, you and Leviathan learned that the only opinion that truly matters is your own. Satan taught you that you define your own fate and meaning and that no one can say who you are except you. Asmodeus taught you to appreciate the pleasures in life, no matter how big or small. Beelzebub engrained in you that your body is a temple that you must cherish, look after, and love. And finally, Belphegore taught you that it's alright to take time for yourself. Each of them had impacted you and fundamentally changed the way that you looked at life, and you would never be able to thank them enough for that. "I've waited way too long to say. Everything you mean to me," you swallowed down the lump that was beginning to form in your throat. You had waited too long to tell them this, that much was true. By now they were irreversibly attached to you. Though you were grateful for it and loved them in return, there was something all of you had been avoiding discussing. You took in a shaky breath; you couldn't hold it off anymore. "In case I don't live forever let me tell you now," You could hear their breaths get caught in their throats. Lucifer's hand froze on your back, while Belphie quickly sat up from where he was laying on your shoulder. "MC, what are y-you saying? What are you-" Levi's voice stuttered from behind you. You couldn't bring yourself to look at them as you continued, "I love you more than you'll wrap your head around," you finally glanced over at Levi. The otaku's eyes were wide and filled with fear and concern as he scanned you for any missed injuries or signs of illness. At finding none, his eyebrows narrowed in confusion. You offered him a reassuring smile before looking back down at the keys. "In case I don't live forever, let me tell you the truth. I'm everything that I am because of you." Satan's trembling hand gripped onto your shoulder as he placed a kiss on the top of your head. "MC, my love, that is beautiful. But you can't just say something like that and not expect us to be concerned. Are you alright? Should I be getting a doctor or Barbatos or do I need to take you to a human hospital?" You paused for a moment to turn to your lovers. "I'm okay. There's nothing wrong with me, only that I'm human," you watched as they tensed in realization. "Treasure, that's not-" Mammon stepped forward, but you lifted a hand to stop him. "I've been thinking about the passing of time a lot lately, a-a-and I need to say this. Please, just let me finish?" The sound of your voice close to tears had the brothers wanting to do nothing more than wrap you up in their arms and never let you go again. But there was this desperate glint in your eyes, that none of them could deny. Belphie laid his head back down on your shoulder and buried his face into the fabric of your top. "Go ahead, angel. We're listening." You turned your head to lightly kissed his head, whispering a small thank you, before picking back up the song.

The music filled the room once more, but unlike before where it filled your lovers with joy at the thought of such a sentimental gift, a feeling of dread and unease now swirled in their stomachs. "I've carried this song in my mind. Listen it's echoing in me. But I never helped you to hear it." Your mortality was something that had weighed on your thoughts for years now. You never mentioned it for you knew that the brothers would just brush off the subject. They had lost so much already; they didn't even want to begin thinking about the day when you would no longer be with them. But with each passing year, the subject had become more and more crucial, yet you were still too much of a coward to bring such a distressing topic to light. You had hoped the song would lighten the blow, but based on the way Mammon's eyes were squeezed shut and his fists were pressed to his mouth, as though whispering a prayer, it hadn't. Tears pricked your eyes at the sight as you felt your throat tighten. "We, we've only got so much time. I'm pretty sure it would kill me if you didn't know that pieces of me were pieces of you." It was true. You carried the boys with you where ever you went, both literally through your pacts and figuratively through the pieces of their personalities that you have mirrored throughout the years. You often find yourself mimicking Lucifer's eye-brow raise when someone is acting particularly stupid. The sight of food or beautiful clothes causes your heart to thrumb with excitement, just like it does for Beel and Asmo. You have a deeper appreciation for anime and astrology from your many nights with Levi and Belphie. You're more knowledgeable and educated in literature from your countless hours in the library with Satan. You were more conscious with your money after your few attempts of trying to teach Mammon how to budget. You were one with your boys; a beautiful collage of the experiences and times that you had all spent together. You just hoped that they knew that. "I've waited way too long to say. Everything you mean to me." Asmodeus claimed your other side, as one of his hands moved up to delicately wipe a tear from your face. You noticed, with an aching heart, that his cheeks were tearstained as well. Your lip trembled as you opened your mouth to sing the chorus. "In case I don't live forever let me tell you now. I love you more than you'll ever wrap your head around. In case I don't live forever, let me tell you the truth. I'm everything that I am because of you." At this point, you weren't singing so much as you were sobbing. You could feel your hands tremble heavily as you pushed them to keep playing. The only thing keeping you from breaking down completely was the solid feeling of the brother's touch supporting you as they lent you their strength. You squeezed your eyes shut and played hard on the keys, causing the brothers to jump a little as you began to belt. "I have a hero if ever I need one!" Flashes of the countless times that they had come to your rescue flashed in your mind. Unknown to you, the brothers weren't thinking of them rescuing you at all, but rather how you had saved each and every one of them. "I just look up to you and I see one! I'm a man 'cause you taught me to be one," your voice quivered with emotion as you held the falsetto note at the end. You leaned over the keys, suppressed cries falling from your lips as your shoulders shook. Beel placed a hand over top of one of your own and met your gaze. "You don't have to finish this MC. We understand what you're trying to say and we can just end the song here and talk if you want." It was tempting. Honestly, your hands our practically useless with how much they were shaking. But this wasn't just for them anymore. Speaking the words that had been swarming your mind for too many years out loud, although painful, also freed you from a sense of guilt that you weren't even aware that you were carrying. "I-I'd like to finish it. I-If you all don't mind." Belphie's arms came to wrap around your waist and Asmo

pressed a kiss to your cheek. Lucifer's hand on your back moved in comforting circles, while Satan repeated the motion with his thumb on your shoulder. Levi moved closer to lean onto the piano for support. Mammon gave you a tearful smile as Beel lifted his hand off of yours. "Of course. Take your time, honey bun." You took several deep breaths to calm yourself before lightly playing the chords. You met the eyes of your partners and hoped that they could see the utter adoration and passion that was flooding through your veins for them. "In case you don't live forever let me tell you now," you playfully elbowed Belphie and turned your head to kiss Asmo's cheek. "I love you more than you'll ever wrap your head around." As the music picked up the tempo once more, you couldn't help but grin even as tears poured down your cheeks. "In case you don't live forever, let me tell you the truth. I'm everything that I am-" You closed your eyes, tilting your head back, as you allowed yourself to give in to the music and fully feel everything that you had been suppressing. "Woah, Woah, Woah. " As you began to sing the melody again, your eyes snapped open as you heard the brothers harmonize alongside you. Lucifer, Satan and Beel's low voices rang deep like the growl of thunder. Asmodeus and Belphie hit the higher octaves, chiming like bells ringing in the wind. Mammon and Levi sang the original notes with you, remaining strong and pure like waves against a shore. You laughed brightly as a radiant sensation of love blanketed you in warmth and soaked up any traces of fear that lingered. "In case I don't live forever, let me tell you the truth." You looked around at the brothers tenderly and softly played the final notes. They all smiled back at you, eyes gleaming with that same sense of passionate affection that you had felt moments earlier. Your heart fluttered in your chest as you came to a realization. No matter how much or little time you had left with each other, you would spend every moment of it at each other's side loving another unconditionally. "As long as I'm here as I am," you rested your head on top of Belphie's and smiled softly, "so are you." *** This was so sweet and sad at the same time and I just LOVED writing it! Oh my goodness, I haven't written a song fic in ages, so this was a little challenging, but I just loved it so much. Thank you @ester-is-here for this beautiful request!*** TAGLIST: @thegrimgrinningghost

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