#watch me make another side blog for it i stg

[makeurmoneywhore]

help does anyone like falsettos anymore or am i gonna have to hyper fixate on this alone

[chellestrash]

Let me handle it.

Frank Castle x F!Reader

summary: After a long day at work you FINALLY get home and Frank decides to offer some help with redirecting your frustrations. warnings: strong language, explicit language, explicit content, pet names, praises, fingering, masturbation, unprotected sex. word count: 3.8k an: Hey heeey, me again...trying to get out of my writers block LIKE ALWAYS! I stg there isnt a fic on this blog that isn't my attempt to try and get back into writing but anyway. This was just something short and sweet I wanted to get out to hopefully get the gears moving again. Let me know what you think! I know the ending feels a bit rushed but I hope its alright. Reblogs and feedback appreciated as always! Hope you'll enjoy! OH and of course, thank you @chelseasdagger for helping with this one and im tagging @lucy-sky cause she requested that!

You push the front door open and sigh loudly at the sight of your apartment. The 8 hours of work felt particularly long today, and you swear at some points you weren't really sure if 5pm was actually going to come after all. The tiredness fills every inch of your body to the point that some parts actually, physically hurt as you get your coat and boots off before making your way over to the living room.

“There she is.”

Frank sits on the big couch in front of the TV, his ‘work’ clothes still on, so you assume it hasn’t been long since he got back as well. He looks better than you feel, though, one leg on the floor, the other propped up on the small coffee table. The TV remote is still in his hands, but you notice how he turns the screen off the second he notes your presence. 

Looking up at the sound of his voice, you do your best to smile in response, but the content expression fails to reach your eyes, and you turn your gaze back to the wooden floor before answering.

You mumble a quiet greeting under your nose and walk past the couch, past him and into the small now, thank god, dark bedroom. 

Frank frowns, turning his head as he watches you cross the living room and disappear behind the bedroom door. It’s not hard to pick up on the fact that something is clearly off. It’s not like you two cling to each other the second you step through the front door, but he knows something about the way you act today just doesn't feel how it should feel. He grunts, pushing himself up from his spot on the couch, and makes his way over to the bedroom.

Back in the small room, you attempt to get rid of your work clothes as fast as possible, longing for the simple yet unmatched comfort of one of Frank’s basic t shirts. You pick the one laying by the end of the bed, the one you knew he currently slept in, and softly pull the work shirt up and off over your head before ditching your bra too and tossing it off to the side. You can't be bothered to clean it up, not right now, probably not tonight. With the t shirt now on, you sit at the foot of the bed. 

A loud sigh exits your body as you attempt to take your pants off, but for some reason, the task proves harder than it would be on any other day. You fight with the fabric for another moment, frantically waving your legs back and forth with no avail before hiding your face in your hands, ready to dig the nails into your flesh with all the pent-up frustration of the week. 

“You need help with that?”

You drag your fingers down your face and turn to face him.

Frank stands in the doorway, arms crossed in front of his chest as he leans onto the door frame, and you hope he wasn't here long enough to witness your meltdown. 

“I don’t… know.”

You admit, the overwhelming frustration wins over the slight embarrassment of the previous moment. 

Frank nods before pushing himself away from the door frame. He walks over to the bed without a word, and before you can try to explain yourself, you watch him get down on one knee in front of you with a grunt.

“Alright.”

He mumbles softly, fully kneeling in front of you now. Holding your calf softly in one hand, he pulls the fabric of your pants down your leg before switching to the other one. You watch silently as he gets rid of the clothes for you before tossing them off to the side, to be dealt with at some point during the week. 

“That better?”

He asks softly, and you nod, your body relaxing at the sensation of his fingers brushing up and down the back of your calves softly. 

“Work?”

He asks carefully, feeling the need to figure out what was wrong, but not wanting you to have to think about it again.

Closing your eyes, you sigh softly and nod once more, confirming his previous suspicion. 

“Want me to go out there…make sure this shit is sorted?”

The question makes you chuckle, and you breathe out a quiet laugh as your eyes find his again. He never looked away from you. 

“You gonna go beat the shit out of my boss?”

You finally speak up, pushing your fingers through Frank’s short hair, feeling it prickle your skin slightly as you do so. The familiar feeling somehow grounds you in the moment as you feel more present than before. 

Frank scoffs at your words, looking off to the side for a second before turning back to face you. That god-damn cocky smile makes you smile back at him almost instantly. 

“That what you want?”

He moves his hands up, fingers now brushing over your thighs as he pushes forward slightly, you spread your legs open some more to fit his wide frame between them. 

“I mean if you’re offering.”

You joke, and he breathes out through his nose quickly, shaking his head with a semi playful smile.

“Yeah, okay, you got it, kid.”

He mumbles before leaning down to press a kiss onto your thigh. Closing your eyes, you let out a quiet hum, the wet warmth of his lips present on your skin for a long couple of seconds before he finally pulls away. 

“How ‘bout I make you feel good? Hmm? That sounds okay?”

His voice rumbles through your body as he moves closer to you and the bed, gently lifting your one leg up and over his shoulder before he does the same with the other one.

“Fuck.”

You start, already feeling how your body begins to react to him, the warmth between your legs slowly growing more prominent.

“You don't understand how much I’d love that right now, I just…”

He stops, stops immediately and waits to hear you out.

“I’m too fucking tired to move, Frankie.”

“Who says you gotta do anythin’?”

The way he answers makes it feel like the most obvious thing in the universe, like how he doesn't understand how you could've thought of it in any other way than him giving you all he can offer.

“Shit, you think I’m gonna make you ride it or something?”

He looks up at you from where he's kneeling by the bed, eyebrows pulled together in a frown, as if he genuinely can not believe you’d think that.

“Think I’m gonna make you get on your knees? Suck me off and tell you you’re doing a good job, hmm? That what you think?”

You laugh, shaking your head, knowing he would never make a situation like this about himself. Yeah, you two enjoyed it when things got rough during sex, and you enjoyed ordering Frank around just as much as he did with you, but you both also understood the timing and feeling of this situation. You knew not everything always worked the same, and so did Frank. “If you did, you’d get a fucking knee to your stomach, you got that?”

You state and Frank scoffs once again.

“Yes, ma’am.”

He nods, pressing a kiss to the side of your thigh before helping you slide your legs off his shoulder.

“Alright.”

He starts after pushing himself off the floor.

“Lay down, kid, show me how you want it.”

He gestures to the bed, and you give him a big, bright smile for the first time since getting home from work. Turning your back to him, you climb up to the top of the bed before dropping onto one of the big pillows. With a satisfied groan, you bury your face into the soft fabric and close your eyes for a second before pulling one of your legs up, bending it at the knee. The movement causes the fabric of Frank’s shirt to slowly slide down the slope of your back, exposing both your panties and your ass to the man standing at the foot of the bed.

“Yeah? Like that?"

He asks in that deep, groggy voice, and you nod, rubbing your cheek against the pillow without bothering to open your eyes as you do so.

“Alright.”

He mumbles, and you feel the mattress dip under the weight of his body after a moment. You listen to your body, to its needs and wants, and push your ass out slightly towards him with a quiet, innocent moan.

Frank scoffs loudly, shaking his head as he climbs over you, his arms propped up on either side of your body as he holds himself up above you. 

“Thought you were too tired to pull that shit.”

He points out in a teasing manner, and you crack one eye open slowly, the corner of your mouth pulling up into a playful smile.

“Oh no, I’m never too tired to be a pain in the ass to you.”

You mumble, somewhat to him, somewhat into the fabric of the pillow, before he breathes out a small laugh and leans down to press a kiss right on your shoulder. You watch as the muscles in his arm tense when he's pushing himself up again.

“Yeah, okay, you gonna let me do this or do you want to keep being an ass?”

You grin at the word and glance back at him, but he cuts you off before you manage to say anything.

“Don’t, do not fucking answer that.”

You laugh out loud, but the laughter quickly turns into a deep grunt when Frank pushes his hands against your ass. You feel his fingers digging into your body when he squeezes you tight, and you lift your hips up slightly, pushing into his touch. 

“Yeaaah, s’what I thought, you like that?”

You hum softly and hope it’s enough of an answer as the firm grip on your body disappears for a second, just to come back a moment later. 

“I got you now, kid, s okay."

He grumbles, pushing your legs apart some so he can sit in between them, right behind your ass. Pushing the hem of your shirt up, he gently brushes his fingers over your back. His hands make their way to the sides of your body, fingertips brushing up and down your ribs for a moment, and you let out a loud sigh.

“That’s it, good girl, again.”

You repeat the deep breath in and a calm exhale, allowing him to lead you through this, this one time. Dragging his hands lower and lower down your body, Frank works his fingers over your skin. The firm but gentle sensation of his touch spreads from your back and sides to your ass, then lower onto the back of your thighs and then calves when he reaches his arm behind his back. 

“Mmmm, Frankie”

Your hips push up once again when his thumbs dig into the spot right under your ass, and he breathes out a laugh. 

“Yeah, okay.”

You don’t have to explain it to him, he knows how to read your body. Slowly dragging his thumb over the fabric of your panties, he slips his four other fingers between your legs, cupping your pussy over your underwear. 

You whine quietly, your eyes still closed as he begins to draw small circles against your most sensitive spot, the tension in your body releasing into his touch. 

Humming quietly, you snuggle into the pillow, letting yourself fully relax now as the stress of the day leaves with your satisfied hum.

“Yeah? This what you like? Hmm?”

You push yourself back into his hand, leaning harder into his touch as an answer, and Frank tightens his hold onto you in response. The intensity of the sensation rises as he pushes his fingers harder against you. 

The tired, but honest smile on your face indicates how good of a job he’s doing. Well, that and the way the fabric of your underwear dampens more as the minutes pass by.

“Frank-“

You mumble out quietly, reaching your hand behind your back and hooking your fingers under the hem of your panties.

His touch disappears immediately as he pulls his hands away from your body, letting you dictate exactly what happens. 

He watches you fiddle with the fabric for a moment before you quickly tug it down your thighs and assists once it gets stuck behind your ass.

“Yeah that’s it sweetheart, show me what you want.”

You push your ass up slightly with an inpatient sigh once he slides the fabric down past your ankles and tosses it off to the side.

Once again, his big, warm hands find their way to your back, fingers pressing into your skin as he takes a moment to massage your muscles in your back, and then you feel him push the fabric up higher to tend to your shoulders as well. Feeling the bulge between his legs press into your ass the second he leans down to trace the back of your neck with his lips, you hum satisfied, eyes still closed, lips curled up into a smile. 

“Really, Frankie? That much?”

You tease, and he rolls his eyes at your words, shaking his head with a sly smirk still on. 

“Yeaaah yeah, shut up.”

He starts before leaning back down, his lips right by your ear this time. His hand pushes down between your legs, touching you directly now, and you know he can feel your body’s response to the whole thing.

“Really, kid? This much?” 

You huff out a laugh as a response and reach behind you to wrap your fingers around his wrist and keep his hand in place. 

“Not like it's my fault.”

You mumble quietly and hear Frank’s chuckle from behind you.

“Okay, calm down, just tell me what you want, sweetheart.”

“I want to feel good.”

“Yeah?”

You nod.

“Want me to make you feel good, baby?”

Another nod before you feel Frank’s hand push under your body and cup your chest firmly. His thumb brushes over your nipple as his lips brush down your spine, over your back. Feeling your body slow down, you allow yourself to relax properly as the warm, familiar feeling grows stronger between your legs. 

He pushes his hand right there again, touching you right where you long for it the most.

“Mhmmm.”

You hum quietly, as his three fingers push between your folds before he starts tracing circles around your clit. You close your eyes, allowing yourself to get lost in the feeling, your body finally relaxing after the exhausting day. Maybe in some other circumstances your mind would slip. If you were alone, if you tried to distract yourself on your own, your mind would wander, but not now. Not with Frank right there in the bed with you. He made it…difficult to focus on anything else, knew how to keep your mind occupied, how to prevent your thoughts from wandering where you didn't want them to go. 

His touch strengthens, and you feel your back arching slightly with a quiet moan slipping past your lips.

“Ah-fuck.”

You grunt the moment his fingers slip inside you. 

“Shh shh shh-”

Frank mumbles quietly, pushing them further in with ease thanks to your body’s intense reaction to his generous attempts to help.

“That okay?”

His low, groggy mumbling continues while he pushes his thumb against you, working on your clit as you feel yourself clenching around his thick fingers. Frank grunts loudly, watching your involuntary response to his question.

“Yeaah, s’what I thought.”

“Mmmmm-you’re pushing it.”

You whisper and he scoffs.

“Yeah? Shit, am I- hmm?”

He lowers the tone of his voice to match yours, leaning back down with his lips right by your ear yet again.

“Just tryna make you feel good, baby.”

He reassures you, watching your lips part as you feel the center of his palm push flat against your center, the wet sounds of your body filling the room slowly as he begins to slip his fingers in and out of your body once, twice, and again, again and again.

You hum loudly this time, biting into your lower lip before you angle your lower back up slightly in an attempt to chase the sensation every time he slips his fingers out almost completely. 

“Frank-”

You start, but he cuts you off, pressing his thumb harder against your clit. 

“Mmm, Frank-”

You repeat yourself with a loud moan before your muscles tense up, and you use the built-up force to push your ass back into him when you feel him slip his three fingers out of your pussy again.

“Ah- Fuck!”

He groans at the unexpected feeling, panting loudly when your ass pushes against the bulge in his pants, and you feel his tight grip on your thighs once you push into him again.

“Shit- okay, okay-”

He does his best to focus once again, and you breathe out a laugh, entertained by the slight shift in the dynamic.

“You okay there, Castle?”

You purr, glancing back to watch the way his eyes focus on your ass, feeling his hips buck up into you slightly. 

“Shit-”

Letting go of your thigh, he reaches up, quickly grabbing one of the pillows lying by your head before lifting your hips up a couple inches above the mattress and sliding it right under your body to help with the angle.

“Good?”

He asks, glancing up at you, the big, brown eyes fixed on yours as he awaits your answer for a moment before you nod quickly. 

“Couldn't have done it better myself.”

He chuckles, shaking his head as he drags his hand down your back, stopping right above your ass.

“Yeah no shit-”

You roll your eyes at his words and rest your head back on the pillow, closing your eyes one more time. The sound of the metal buckle of his belt travels through your entire body, and you feel a slight tingling sensation between your legs. Pushing them apart softly, you earn yourself another

“Oh, fuck-”

From Frank, as he now gets to properly see the fruit of his labor. You lay in front of him, naked from the waist down, your legs spread open, your pussy wet from how he touched you before. 

“God damn it, kid-.”

He whispers quietly under his breath. 

“You know how perfect you look? Hmm?”

He asks, working his hand under the waistband of his boxers to pull himself out. 

“I ever tell you that?”

“Once or twice.”

You tease, answering the question without opening your eyes, arching your back slightly to make sure he gets a good view. 

“Ffff-”

You glance back this time, the wet sounds convincing you the view would be worth it, and it is. You watch for a moment as he works his hand over the length of his cock, his lips parted as he pants loudly with every other stroke, his fingers wrapped tightly around his length.

Gradually slowing down the movement, Frank holds onto the base of his cock, lining himself up with your exposed center. You hum softly, and your hips rise off of the mattress the moment you feel the head of his cock between your legs.

“Mhmm, just like that.”

You whisper to encourage him, with a slight note of impatience in the tone of your voice. 

“Yeah? So..s that what you want me to do?”

“Frank.”

You warn him, knowing exactly where this is going.

“What if I just-”

He continues.

“Frank, don't you f-”

He cuts you off, pushing his cock in between your folds and your whole body jerks forward at the sudden, unexpected sensation accompanied by a loud moan that slips past your lips.

“Fr- fuck!”

You swear, gripping the bed sheets before pushing your ass back against his cock, feeling it rub over your center, between your folds and nudging at your sensitive clit. 

Frank laughs loudly, louder than he should in your opinion, considering this was his–and his only–fault. 

“Shiiit kid, didn't mean to get you this bad.”

He attempts to calm your body, his big hand resting on your lower back as he continues to slide his cock in between your folds, teasing your entrance and clit with every single one of your now sped up breaths. 

“Frank, this- isn't helping.”

You whine out, listening to your body, desperate to feel him inside now.

“Give- shit, give me a second here, kid, this-”

He pants louder now, his other hand on your ass, spreading you open for a better view. 

“I swear to god if you come before I get to feel you, I’m sleeping alone.”

He scoffs loudly, hanging his head low as he stops touching himself. 

“That a threat?”

He questions your intentions with that sly smirk on his face, and you prop your chest up slightly.

“Wanna find out?”

You glance back, eyebrow raised.

“Nah, won't risk it.”

He states quietly, his chest rising and falling quickly, his cock hard between your legs. 

“You scared of me, Castle?”

You mumble the question out as you lay back down on the big pillow, feeling the head of his cock right at your entrance now. 

“Yeah, actually, how did you know?”

“Luck guess.”

“Yeah?”

He continues the conversation, pushing his cock inside you slowly. You let your lips part, fall open as you feel him deeper and deeper inside you. You can feel the way it stretches you open, a familiar feeling you got used to since being with Frank. 

“That good? Hmm?”

He asks quietly, leaning slowly over your body as he thrusts into you.

“Mhmmm.”

You hum out a confirmation as the movements continue, you feel your body rocking back and forth with his body, with the bed. 

“Good, wouldn't wanna be on your bad side.”

The thrusts grow stronger as he reaches up to hold onto the headboard, grunting loudly as you clench around him. 

With his cock buried deep inside you, you manage another response.

“Keep doing what you're doing, and you'll be safe.”

“Yes ma’am.”

The trusting continues for a while after, as he tries to do his best to keep it together long enough for you to feel satisfied. His other hand wraps around your throat at some point, and he lifts your head up slightly. Your breathing speeds up, and you pant loudly through your parted lips as you feel yourself getting closer to the climax.

"Attagirl, you feel it?"

He asked, no cockiness in his voice this time. It's an honest question, he sounded almost concerned.

"Mhm."

Your quiet hum has to work as an answer for now as you grip the bed sheets tighter, feeling his cock nude the underside of your stomach from within you.

"God damn it, kid-"

He mumbles into your shoulder, lips brushing over your skin when he feels your walls clenching around him harder now.

"Frank-"

"Shh shh shh, I got it."

He reassures you, resting your head back onto the mattress before reaching down between your legs.

"You just relax, kid, let me do this for you."

[psychicbergara]

Hii this might be a lot to ask but I haven’t been able to keep up with all their content so I don’t know about most of the bingo card🤣 is it okay if you mention from which ep each thing that was crossed or like post a snippet of it? Thanks!

hi anon!! im not gonna lie i had to dive DEEP into my blog to find the reasonings behind some of the crossed out ones because i simply did not remember a lot of them since there are SO many moments and theyre just crazy in love idk what to tell you.

also shoutout to @littlekingbergara for helping me out GIVE HER ALL THE LOVE they're my boo <3

so im gonna go row by row for these reasonings!!

1. cute instastories: not sure when the date or time was, but this was when shane uploaded an instastory of him and ryan playing pool in chicago!! either that, or maybe it's another instastory and it's slipping my mind, regardless they post about each other a lot :D

2. shane "heart eyes" madej: ok so let's be real... heart eyes madej is just a constant at this point LSDKJF. but the moment i marked were these: the zoom screenshot was in a ww+ 103 and in the most recent season of top 5 beatdown!! the zoom one is so cute because ryan was ranting about annoying people in movie theaters and shane was just So Fond

3. the mamma mia mentions were in ww+ 116 :D

4. another weird thing in common: i recently marked it off it in this post right here about the butterfinger moments if you wanna take a quick look

5. blatant flirting on camera: THE ENTIRETY OF BERRY BOYS 2 EPISODE!!! literally that video IS SO MUCH I STG!!! i cant watch it again without collapsing into a million little piece it was JUST OOZING WITH LOVE AND FLIRTING LIKE WTH!!

6. ryan accidentally making a sexual joke about him and shane: WHEW this one was a DOOZY when this came out SLDKJF it was in ww+ 113 where ryan jokes about shane 'dominance humping' him in the office,,,, you read that correctly and yes it did happen DFGFJG here's the clip of that moment :D

7. denny's hug: it was in the top 5 beatdown chain restaurants episode in the most recent season when they BOTH had denny's as number one and they hugged :D

8. an adorable hug: we actually got FOUR hugs in the most recent season of too many spirits... it was so gay so like watch that whole season its SO worth it THE HUGS WERE TOO CUTE

9. they stare at each other like theyre disgustingly in love: ONCE AGAIN IM SCREAMING FROM THE ROOFTOPS THE! BERRY BOYS!! TWO!!! EPISODEEE!!! like literally that video is my life blood at this point that whole video was just them looking at each other like this:

yea... GOD anyways before i die thinking about it lets continue..

10. ryan calling shane big boy: even though ryan did in one of the ghost files eps, he also did it in one of the episodes in the most recent season of too many spirits!! so watch those eps ;)

11. they go on spooky dates: *gestures at the entirety of ghost files* they also filmed alcatraz on valentines day... so thats a whole ass date if i've ever seen one LSKDJF

12. steven wishing he left watcher: ww+ 108 and 109!! if you watch those, you can so clearly tell that steven wishes he could sink into a hole so he doesnt have to see ryan and shane blatantly flirt in front of him ever again. literally he stares at the camera like he's jim from the office or gregory from abbott elementary sldfjdf

13. shane calling ryan "little guy" + hand holding: these moments were both from the powerpoint party one-off!! that video is such a gem :') while calling ryan little guy he gave him his cape (one of shane's FAVORITE things) as a blanket it was ADORABLE

14. "shut up shane" (threatening): this was from the we try spicy chicken sandwiches feat. korean englishmen video!! ryan says this when shane is sitting on the side relaxing while theyre all dying eating spicy sandwiches DFGLKG

WHEW!! and that's it :D i sure hope we get bingo by the end of this year or i will lowkey riot ngl salskdjfsdf

[hadestownmodern]

Fight (4/4)

If I post this on the wrong blog one more time I stg. Who let me have access to technology? WHO?

-Danielle

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             “’Rydice?” He knocks a bit louder than intended, driven by the nerves that dance painfully along his skin. The complete lack of knowledge in this situation presents himself in a discomfort, a prickling sensation that clouds his thoughts as he waits intently for an answer. When none comes, he knocks even louder.

             “’Rydice, it’s me.” His voice cracks slightly on the last syllable, but he barely notices. There’s shuffling on the other side of the door, a voice quieted by distance. A small coming that sends a shock of relief through to his chest.

             “I have to go,” Orpheus speaks quickly through the phone, shreds of hope hitching themselves back to his voice. “She’s here, I have to go-I’ll call, I promise.”

             Before Persephone can answer he’s hung up the phone, stuck it in his back pocket with shaking hands. He can hear the clicking of locks, the slow sliding of metal against the doorframe, and then her face.

             Her face-she pokes through a crack in the door momentarily, as if checking to make sure that the voice she’d heard matched the person in front of her. Her eyes are substantially paler, darkened only by the baggage that weighs underneath. She seems smaller, yet so much more guarded in comparison. In the two days since he had seen her, it’s as if he’s met with a stranger. She looks him up and down through the slit in the door before pushing the door open, covering her eyes with her hands.

             Orpheus stands still for a moment, hands lingering awkwardly at his sides until he hears the shakiness in her breath, witnesses the immediate collapse of that guard she’d held onto so fiercely when she’d first opened the door. The sound of her sadness pushes his hesitation to the side, drives him to close the distance between them to wrap his arms around her completely, gently.

             “I’m sorry,” her chest is heaving with the difficulty of her breath, the relief and the sadness and the nerve of it all. It’s all she can say, the words stuck on a loop she can’t control, the words that should have replaced her running. She lets him cling to her, her face against his chest, one of his hands running soothingly along her hair. With each apology Orpheus longs to hold her tighter, longer, long enough to wash both of their tears away. His shirt is damp with her grief and his cheeks are raw from wiping his own tears with the rough backs of his hands.

             “Do you want to talk?” He waits until her breathing has slowed, her body has fit itself against him without shaking. She hiccups, sniffs and nods her head. Orpheus does not move from her side, keeps an arm wrapped around her as she turns to face her apartment.

             It’s a tiny studio, a shoebox stereotypical to the experience of living in a city. In one small room she’s fit a loveseat of scratched up leather, a rickety shelf with an amount of books that do not fit, a pile started on the floor next to it. There’s a small houseplant with browning leaves set in front of a tiny window, a valiant effort as he notices her view of the old brick of another building. The kitchen cabinets are hung haphazardly, as if by second thought. He can tell she’d tried to fix them by the way she’s kept them, one set of cabinet doors tied together with a craftily thought-out system of ribbon and neatly tied knots. In one corner of the shoebox space there’s a mattress on the floor-just a top sheet and an old quilt on top.

             There are memories; Eurydice sinking into his bed the first night with a sigh, the way she’d slept completely splayed out and wrapped tight in his blankets. She’d apologized so much, sat with that slight stiffness in her back and attempted to refuse the breakfast he’d made. The longer she stayed the more he noticed her little quirks; the way she kept a corner of his thick blankets between her fingers while they watched a movie, her texts of outpouring gratitude each time he hid a snack in her backpack or brough her a lunch. He remembers the way she spooked at the noises of the bar below at first, how she locked the door twice at night as if she didn’t trust herself. It had taken her so long to become fully acclimated to his space-their space. He’d thought the stiffness in her body and the hesitation in her actions had been a result of the wall she’d kept up, the wall he’d been trying to tap gently though.

             “I, uh…I wasn’t expecting company,” She attempts an awkward sort of humor as she bites her lip. “You can sit, you know. It’s not…it’s comfortable.” She gestures to the well-worn loveseat and he obliges, pulling her down and wrapping his arm around her shoulder. Her body responds to his touch with a sigh, a muscle memory, a craving that’s nearly tense in nature. It had only been two days, but the span of time without the comforting smell of his skin and the softness of his voice had felt like months. She’d wrapped herself in loneliness and accepted that the world was not made for her, laid in her own bed for a day as time passed around her without her own knowledge.

             She’d let herself shut down completely and still, Orpheus had come.

             “How’d you know where I live?” She has to ask the question on her mind, the one that had made her think that his knocking and calling her name had been nothing but her last thread of hope sewing itself into a hallucination.

             “Persephone told me.”

             “I’m sorry.”

             “You don’t have to say that anymore.” His finger reaches for her chin, gently tips it up so she can see the sincerity in his eyes. “I messed up too.”

             “You didn’t do anything, Orpheus. It was me. You were trying to help. You were excited. And Persephone was too. I just…it set something off in me, her offering money and clothes. People just…they used to do that to me all the time with this look in their eyes that…it was dehumanizing. Even as a kid I knew it. But I shouldn’t have reacted the way that I did. It’s not okay. I hurt you. You don’t have to be okay with that because you don’t deserve to be hurt.”

             He has never seen her so upset; that hint of anger runs in tandem with a tenderness, a passionate resolve that strikes him as the final word. She will not let him continue to think that this fight is his fault, that her leaving the store and staying away from him had anything to do with his helpfulness or his excitement. She will not let him believe that this is his fault, not when their relationship is still so new.

             With Orpheus beside her on the scratched up leather, listening to the sounds of doors slamming and her upstairs neighbors very clearly arguing again, Eurydice is caught between the life she’d grown accustomed to and the life she’d been trying to leave behind. She hadn’t told Orpheus about this place-once a source of absolute pride as she used her own keys on the door and paid her own bills each month. She hadn’t told him much of anything-just flashes of her past as they’d come, filtered bits of herself.

             There isn’t shame; she refuses to feel shame for what she’d been through, how she’d fought to get this little rundown shoebox. More than anything, Eurydice had wanted to believe that maybe the pieces of herself she’d grown to know-the pieces that so closely resembled her mother-would fade away as she left her past behind her. The decision wasn’t completely cognizant, rather a piece-by-piece display of fright. The intricately lain fabric of her life had been torn so many times that one sentence had sent her into a spiral of panic. Leaving had seemed like the only option.

             Eurydice braces herself with a deep breath. Orpheus is here. He sits and waits patiently. He’s come to talk-to let her cry. He hadn’t left her. He’d come to find her.

             “I’m going to start talking, and I need you to just listen. I need to tell you some things that might get hard to hear. You deserve to know more about me than what I’ve told you. I’m not looking for pity, and I’m not looking for you to save me because I’ve already saved myself. I just…my actions weren’t justified, but they didn’t come from you. You didn’t cause my running away, and I should have never done it.”

             “Okay,” Orpheus shifts in his seat, waiting. His mossy eyes are trained patiently on her, their color swimming with warmth-adoration. Eurydice finds an immediate sense of comfort here, in this space typically lacking the overwhelming sense of security she finds in him. His arm around her shoulder brings her strength, and she begins.

             It’s not something she’s done before, this rote recitation of her past. She’d run through the basics so many times that this deeper diving feels immensely intimate, more than shedding a few layers of clothing or sharing the password on her phone. Her gaze shifts between Orpheus and the wall as she talks, and she becomes acutely aware of the way he pulls her closer at the harder parts; and then they left me there-my dad told me I was too much like her-I chose to tell them everything that happened-I never thought I’d get out. There are memories she hadn’t accessed in a while, things she’d buried deep with the hope that they’d soon just become another part of her fabric, a fraying thread in her own tapestry. These are the things that bring Orpheus to tears, to kissing her hair-her forehead-her eyelids-with a hummingbird sort of delicacy mismatching the protection of his hold on her body, his hand on the space where their baby grows.

             It’s dark when Eurydice finishes-when her mouth has become dry from talking, crying, kissing him again. Their cheeks share reddened moisture as they brush against each other gently, slowly, without words or explanation. They sit like this for a while, Eurydice’s body suddenly heavy with the ghosts of her memories.

“Will you come home?” He asks her so softly that she nearly believes the words are imaginary-that the way he’d been holding her for this immeasurable amount of time had been just a result of exhaustion and wishful thinking. When she looks up at him, he is real-unfalteringly real. He emphasizes the word as if it were made just for them, just for the space they had created and the life they’d begun to share. Home. Her lips lift in a softened grin.

“I really want to come home.”

             There’s immediate comfort.

             “Go take a shower.” Orpheus urges, “I’m going to make something quick for dinner.” She sighs happily, thankfully, and her eyes close as he kisses her forehead, runs a hand along her arm. She hadn’t taken a decent shower since she’d left, her apartment boasting lukewarm water temperatures and a lack of water pressure. The scalding water soothes her immediately, just as the gentle rainwater scent of the handcrafted soap Demeter had given them.

             Eurydice puts on a pair of sweatpants and one of his shirts. His clothes hang loose on her frame, but less and less as time passes. She’s thankful for the bump that brushes against the fabric, that causes the cloth to hug and drape differently than it had just a few months ago. Even with the exhaustion of the day settling into her body, she feels a hefty weight begin to drift off of her shoulders.

             Hair still damp, Eurydice walks with bare feet back into the open living space. She smiles at the shelves lined with photographs, puts the needle back over the last record he’d been playing. It’s an older sound, all brass and bluesy rhythms, and the sound fills the space with a harmony she hadn’t known she’d been missing. Her fingers run along the strings of his guitar collection where she stops and stands still, admiring the way he’d had them hung on the wall, put in stands on the floor. Each piece of the room is a piece of Orpheus; kind, gentle Orpheus. Her eyes begin to mist at the sight of his favored guitar case lain open on the ground, the last ultrasound photo of their daughter tacked inside with care.

             She finds herself on the couch without a second thought, lost in the sound of the music and the relative quiet of this neighborhood. Eurydice can hear the sound of Orpheus humming along to the record she’d chosen, his bustling in the kitchen. She considers getting up, walking the short distance and standing there with him while he cooks. Her body protests, having searched for this comfort that soothes her throbbing joints for so long. Her eyes close reflexively, the sounds and the warmth washing over her with a sense of irreplaceable peace.

             He finds her like this; head leaned back on the sofa, one leg draped over the edge of the couch and the other neatly on it. Her hair has half-dried, puffed up and waved. The slightest bit of a snore accompanies her slow, even breaths, and Orpheus chuckles to himself as he listens to the sound. He does not want to wake her, but the couch leaves little room for her to move and his worry flies to her back, her neck.

             He calls her name softly, one hand in her hair and his lips on her cheek. She groans, shifts her position and cracks her eyes open for just a second. She rubs at her eyes, yawning when she hears her name again.

             “Do you want to eat?” He asks. She shakes her head, smiling apologetically.

             “Just sleep,” she mutters, the grogginess evident in the light, slightly graveled tone of her voice. “So tired.”

             “You need to go to bed, this couch is going to hurt your back.”

             “Come with me?”

             She lifts herself off of the sofa with a herculean effort, blinking back to the light of the room. He shuffles around, shutting off the lights and the music, wrapping up their food for another day. By the time he makes it to bed she’s half-asleep; eyes closed, limbs splayed out comfortably, one hand neatly lain across the little bump of her belly. Orpheus lays another blanket over her, brushes her flyaway hair from her eyes and kisses the cheeks that had been stained with tears. She feels his weight as he lays beside her, shuffles herself over until she’s pressed up against him. He settles quickly with her next to him again, listens to the music of her breathing.

             Before he can fall fully asleep he can hear Eurydice whisper against the darkness, feel her kiss on his shoulder and the sigh of contentment that matches his.

             She tells him she loves him, and he holds her closer as he whispers back to her.

             I love you. You’re home.

[darlingrutherford]

Double smut Sinful Sunday whoooo!

Ok I stg I’ve posted this before, mainly because I rarely fully finish writing something and don’t post it, and this has been completely finished in my docs for a few months at least. Anyhoo. If it has been posted, it’s been lost to the Tumblr void, so here it is again lol. I’m going to make a point to start going through my blog soon and make an archive of my writing (a lot can be found on Ao3, but there’s still a lot I haven’t moved over there yet). In the meantime, thanks to that anon who mentioned it, here’s a nice lil fic of Lana pegging Alistair in a DAO AU where Alistair becomes King and Lana doesn’t become Queen, but is most definitely still with him and all that happy stuff ;)

18+ only and all that obvious stuff :)

     It was late. The sun had set hours ago. The palace in Denerim had quieted long ago, leaving the throne room deserted. Still, Alistair felt a small tinge of guilt towards whichever guard he knew must be standing outside the shut door, forced to listen as he, the one and only King of Ferelden, stood bent over the side of his throne as his girlfriend pressed her hips to his ass. Her hands held onto the sides of his hips like handles, and a moan rang out from his mouth that echoed throughout the hall as she drove the toy into him again. It was a lovely thing, really: quite small compared to his own, but smooth, made of some kind of material he hadn't recognized but had been recommended when Lana had gone searching for something to meet the task planted in her mind. She had been so excited that day she had returned from afar, pulling it and a strap out of her bag with sparkling eyes once they were alone. Tonight had been no different. She loved wearing it for him, taking control for him, and he had a feeling that the sounds that left him were half the reason.

“Fuck! Maker, Lana, you… You're getting good at this.” Another moan left him loudly as she pushed back into him. She was going faster than usual tonight. Normally she was so gentle, as if she would break him despite the largely contrasted heights between the two of them. Tonight it was as if something had taken over her, something that made her want - no, need - to remind him that he was at her mercy just as much as she was at his. Perhaps it had been the time apart, having been away for a week on official ‘Hero of Ferelden’ business. Maker, but he was happy to have her back, and so enthusiastic.

The edge of the armrest on the throne bit into Alistair's hips with each thrust. His hands grasped desperately at the armrest on the other side, his back nearly a straight line as his head tipped forward towards the floor. It was almost uncomfortable, the way the base of his erect cock was stuck between the wood of the armrest and his abdomen, but also pleasurable in a strange way. She seemed to have that effect on him constantly - making something slightly uncomfortable seem exceptionally sinful and delicious.

“Do you like this better?” Lana asked. She slowly pulled her hips back, dragging the toy with her before filling him again with a quick thrust. Each thrust brought a moan that made her blush, but she found herself unable to contain herself when he was so animated. She slowed down slightly, giving him time to formulate a response.

“Maker, it's… different,” he groaned. He knew he was dripping precum all over the throne. How could he not? In a split second he began wondering if there was anything nearby to clean it with when they were done, but that thought was quickly wiped from his mind the second she pressed back in. “Before was perfect, but this is… Aaahh… It's so good…”

He grinned when he heard her light giggle flutter from her throat. Such a sweet, delicate sound to contrast with the dirty way she was fucking him.

“Tell me how good it is,” she whispered as she began speeding her hips again. 

“Mmm, it's - Ah! - S - So good,” he moaned. He braced himself as he felt her fingers tighten on his hips, although it didn't lessen the surprise in his voice as her thrusting extracted another series of deep moans.

“Tell me how much you like it.” Her voice was louder this time, making Alistair's spine tingle.

“Mmm, so much.”

“Tell me, your Majesty. Tell me how you like me to fuck you on your throne.” 

Alistair gasped as her hips sped until she was thrusting at a speed that could have rivaled his own when he had her in a similar position only a week ago. His knuckles whitened against the wood, his voice echoing throughout the hall as he cried out,

“Maker, Lana! Oh, I f - fucking love it when you fuck me!”

Alistair's moans were becoming raw almost, his throat dry from so much. And just when he thought he couldn't handle anymore, her hips slowed, as if she knew he had been about to burst, and he whimpered, silently begging as she nearly stopped. His chest was heaving, gasping for breath, his legs shaking from the exertion of it all only to be denied. He almost wondered if she was getting back at him for all those times he had relentlessly teased her to her breaking point, until a light whimper from behind him made everything very clear.

Lana's right hand left his side to gently slide up his back as she pressed her hips to his ass once more. Her fingers slid beneath his shirt, nails gently running along his skin soothingly as she ground her hips against him. His whimper melded with hers, and he could hear the begging in her voice when she finally spoke, breaking the spell of her control.

“Alistair, I… I need… Please, may I feel you? It's been so long, I need you.”

Alistair's body shook lightly when he laughed. He moved to stand, sighing loudly as Lana slowly and gently pulled the toy from him. Before he turned he heard it fall to the floor, then her boots and breeches followed as he kissed her deeply. Alistair blindly stepped sideways, then backwards, before Lana's hands pushed his chest until he fell onto the throne. She climbed atop him quickly, holding his face on either side as she kissed him desperately. Steady on her knees, Alistair poised himself beneath her, aiming true before he grabbed the back of her tunic and pulled her down.

There it was. The noise he had missed more than any other noise in the entire world: the high pitched, long, mewling moan that lilted from her throat when he filled her to the hilt of him. He had been ready to take over, but already her hips were moving. She quickly built up to match the same speed as before, bouncing on his cock with the same enthusiasm she had just been pegging him with. Alistair's moans were different when she wasn't penetrating him - a bit deeper, more controlled, but still with just as much glee as before. Maker, but she was perfect, whether she was riding his cock or fucking his ass - his perfect goddess, nigh five feet tall with fiery hair in a braid that bounced with her. He wished he had time to remove her tunic, to watch her breasts bounce with her, but there would be plenty of time for that later. For now, at the rate she was riding him at, after the pounding he had just received, he was barreling towards his end and there would be no stopping him now. Large hands gripping her hips, Alistair pulled her down hard and fast, and his own moans echoed with her gasping as he burst inside of her. 

Silence steadily washed over the throne room. The panting breaths of the two was the only thing to be heard, the occasional swallowing of a dry throat followed by a quiet gasp, before Alistair exclaimed, much quieter than before,

“Well, fuck me.”

Lana began laughing first, and Alistair quickly joined in. His arms snaked around her, pulling her frame tightly against him. He nuzzled his face against the crook of her neck, humming happily.

“I missed you,” he mumbled against her skin. “Next time, don't leave for so long.”

“Next time you want me to represent you, don't agree for it to be so far away,” she teased.

“Deal.”

[ziracona]

Pfft poor Philip. Do you have any plans for fics after ILM? I love your writing and I'd love to see more.

Yes and no. I’m sure I will at some point! But not for sure when I’ll start. Life’s so complicated rn, & there’s just so much going on. Life is. Life is hard, man.

Let’s see, though. I’m going to edit all of ILM as I re-read it myself for the first time start-to-finish, but that’s not new, it’s just QA updates. For new writing, I got a really sweet comment last year unexpectedly on the Fallout 4 fic I have on hiatus, so I mean to finish it for that one user sometime in the not-too-distant-future. I also have part of the prequel to ILM, Signifying Nothing, which is about Vigo/Alex/Benedict/Philip, especially Philip & Vigo, and the attempt to beat the Entity that group made that is already written, & do for sure plan to write more/all of that and post it sometime. I really like those characters & the story & it’s important to me, and to ILM even though it doesn’t make a ton of visible appearances in it.

I’ve had ideas for one shots or shorter fics too (although nothing I have planned is as long as In Living Memory was lol.) A Joey-Quentin one, another about Philip & Claudette being cute, one w David & Laurie meeting differently (there would all be ILM au dbd one-shots, not the same continuity/timeline). Have a currently one-shot cute dbd Quentin gets kidnapped/adopted by Anna the first night he shows up in the realm & has an out of body experience & hard time but they slowly begin to better understand & help each other fic up on AO3 already that I wrote for my sister as a Christmas gift that I might add more to & update. I am writing a Whodunnitmafia fic rn which is only uploaded to my side blog (I love it, & I have like 90 pages 😂, but it’s like—Nancy Drew video game AU fic for a game 13 people played and only 6 even remember period, so it’s basically just for me & not going up on AO3 even though I’m really liking the story). That’s a for fun one.

Oh. There’s also like, an idea for a post ILM fic I have? Not even sure if it’s canon, bc it started out as me wanting a fixer for my own damn canon (which makes it sound like ILM ends tragically—if you haven’t finished, stg that’s not the case. It’s fixer for the prequel, not ILM lol), but the more I mess w it the more it takes shape & I like it? So who knows. Involves post-Jane survivors and takes place several years in the future. I’m still unsure but maybe. We’ll see. Will probably do like, litttle scenes abt ILM characters at some point bc I’ll miss them? Dunno if I’ll make like a scraps compilation on AO3 or just upload here or what, but that’ll probably happen eventually.

I really don’t know, other than that, though. Finishing ILM was nice but still feels unreal to me, I’ve been so put off by a lot of the Archives stuff that even though I’m actively ignoring it all, I’m tired. Tired and kinda sad, abt the game, bc I love it a lot & don’t like watching that happen. Makes motivation more difficult. I think I’ll probably just rest from writing for a couple weeks or however many days it takes my brain to get mad at me for not writing, and then go with my gut. I definitely plan to finish The Nuclear Reaction for that one nice person, & to write Signifying Nothing sometime not super far in the future though.

[svtskneecaps]

@transparentnctseventeenperson YOU WANTED GUIDES HERE U GO I THREW MYSELF OUT OF MY BED IN EXCITEMENT SEEING THAT I STG

(people who know better pls check my work am baby)

THE LONG AND SHORT OF IT: TRCNG is a ten membered boy group under ts entertainment that debuted in October 2017 with Spectrum and deserves the absolute world thank u. Fandom name is Champions, we waited for y e a r s and we finally have it

(unfortunately i don’t speak korean and can’t force myself to watch through videos i don’t understand longer than like ten seconds, and with a lack of subbed video content there’s only so much i know about personalities so i’ll have to mostly stay away from there,,,,, i’m sorry)

Music Videos Yeehaw:

Missing

Wolf Baby

Spectrum

Utopia (it’s a dance practice technically but i fuckin love that song)

Game Changer has an mv i think but it’s blocked in my country (and no, i don’t have a VPN :( i don’t trust myself to download things anymore))

Blogs on Tumblr:

@hohyeon-anti (translations and other things, they’re gr8)

@bapwoo (gifs and other things, they’re also gr8 and helped me out when i went full stan)

(i can’t give u pointers on any other platform i don’t use twitter sorry; hopefully those guys can fill in my blanks tho)

discord (i snagged the one from bapwoo bc that’s the one i joined?? idk if it’s the same as the one hohyeon-anti runs and honestly i’m too afraid to check yeehaw edit: have recieved confirmation, they’re the same)

Translation Accs on Youtube (that I know of)

Rising Subs (inactive; last upload was 1 year ago)

TRCNG Subs (inactive; last upload was 1 year ago)

(just as a side note there’s this great channel that does crack for them it’s adoringguk check them out too it’s not optional they’re funny)

Other better guides:

An Actual Helpful Guide to TRCNG (it’s like 40 minutes tho, the price we pay for helpful rip)

An unhelpful guide to TRCNG (shorter and from November 2017, a month after debut, but still a goody it’ll hand u the basics)

An introduction they did on Arirang/Pops in Seoul (i don’t know how to introduce this one rip)

Members (i’m using their kprofiles page to make sure i’m not spreading inaccurate facts):

again, i can’t speak for personalities beyond intuition so unfortunately most of these are gonna be p short i’m sorry take it with a grain of salt (most of my knowledge comes from the 20 or so odd subtitled vids on the channels i linked + whoever posts on instagram, but there’s only so much i can glean from short captions, and some people post there like once in a blue moon so,,, sorry)

(if people have anything to add go for it i’ll credit)

Yang Taeseon

September 2000

leader

lead vocalist

a whole beanstalk (5′ 11″ / 182 cm) {most of them are beanstalks honestly what are they feeding them}

why are most of the clips i see of him screeching from somewhere offscreen i adore him

Kim Jihun

January 2000

oldest

lead vocalist

he played the violin (so as a viola i am duty bound to duel him)

had an acting career

gets overexcited and is probably going to hurt himself (fell off his chair once rip love him)

Choi Hayoung

August 22 2000 (s o o n)

main vocalist

speaks english (he lived in LA at one point wow fancy)

s i r e n n o i s e (it’s almost as bad as the one by my house damn dude what are your lungs)

knows / is friends w nct haechan (we stan intergroup friendships) (thx bapwoo)

Lee Hakmin

September 2000

kprofile has him listed as ‘vocalist, dancer’ and i don’t know enough about roles to disagree

he’s left handed nerd

jongup fanboy no 1 (thx bapwoo)

Jo Wooyeop

September 2000

vocalist, dancer

likes coffee; nickname ‘sweet caffeine’ bc he’s sweet & likes coffee

can do a minion impression (honey i love u but you’re on THIN FUCKIN ICE)

reportedly has two dogs, the intellectual (thx bapwoo)

Kim Jisung whaaaat another kpop jisung whatever will we do

December 2000

high rapper

child actor (i’m pretty sure he met / did a show with nct’s jisung but don’t quote me on that; there’s so many jisungs it could have been any of them) (bapwoo says it’s cursed and we do not speak but idk car wash balloon jisung is still p cute)

(i had to add the pic jisung honey i’m sorry)

had braces pre-debut

a little bit camera shy in some of those old videos (dunno if it still stands)

HIS MIND WTF SOME OF THE THINGS HE’S WRITTEN (here’s an example, another example)

Kim Hyunwoo

January 2001

low rapper, dancer

him n jisung trained the longest

he’s got this lil peace sign like thing i keep seeing him doing n it’s cute

voice so deep it’s illegal excuse u

has a cat (thx bapwoo) (ARE THERE PICS OF THE BAB IDK I LOVE CATS dogs are great but they scare me rip)

Yoo Siwoo

May 2001

low rapper

SPEAKS RUSSIAN HOW COOL IS THAT

lived in Kyrgyzstan for awhile, kprofiles says 7 years but i cannot confirm (thx bapwoo)

breaking: siwoo’s hair in missing era kills hundreds, more at ten

Lee Hohyeon

October 2001 (he’s younger than me and yet oodles more talented how is this possible)

main rapper

writes lyrics for their albums w jisung (w ow)

reportedly hosted The Show w Youngjae (i’m assuming a bap member but i didn’t stan rip) (thx bapwoo)

Kim Kangmin

November 2001

main vocalist, maknae

also wore braces pre-debut

damn good at bboying (second video on this insta post he’s like a helicopter wtf where did physics go)

does short covers of various songs (his bad guy cover killed me; i can’t listen to the original anymore like i’m sorry i just can’t)\

i’d look up more shit but i already spent like 2 hours on this rip and i think that’s p good for the basics; again for older stans pls correct me or add to this if you need/want

THANK U FOR LOOKING THESE BOYS DESERVE THE WORLD

[turtle-steverogers]

Snow Day

skeet skeet on the yeet Emelia and Andrew are back i love these kids

warnings: none

ship: ralbert

editing: no its kinda eh

Race and Albert laid tangled together under their warm blankets, watching quietly as snow fell in sheets outside the window.  It was 9 am on a Tuesday, really they should be up by now, doing something productive.  But Andrew and Emelia had the day off of school and Race wasn’t needed for work due to the weather, so they couldn’t seem to find the motivation to get up.  

Albert tucked his chin further into Race’s neck, humming softly, “It’s really coming down out there,” He mumbled.

Race shifted so that Albert was laying across his chest instead and sighed, “Yeah, s’gonna be fun to shovel up.”

“Aye, we’ll make a game of it,” Albert said, lightly, “Have the kids help us.  They’re six, that’s old enough to impart child labor onto, right?”

Race laughed, “Oh, for sure,” he paused when the sound of footsteps rumbled outside their door, “Speak of the devils.”

Their bedroom door burst open and Andrew and Emelia ran in, bounding onto the bed, “It’s snoooowing!” Both children shouted, jumping up and down and effectively breaking Albert and Race apart.

“It sure is, kiddos,” Race said, sitting up and reaching out to pull Emelia onto the bed in between him and Albert.  

Albert snatched Andrew out of the air, mid-jump, and placed him on his lap, “You excited to have the day off?”

Andrew and Emelia nodded vigorously, grinning widely, revealing matching missing teeth.

“Can we build snowmen and drink hot cocoa and oh! Ride our sleds?” Emelia asked, enthusiastically.

“Absolutely, bug,” Race said, brushing some of her tangled hair out of her eyes, “But first, you two have to help Daddy and I shovel.”

Emelia and Andrew pouted, but surprisingly didn’t argue, “Okay, Papa,” Andrew said, crawling off of Albert’s lap and sitting cross legged next to Emelia, “But can you make pancakes for breakfast?”

Race and Albert exchanged glances, making a silent agreement.  Albert smiled, already swinging his legs out of bed, “I think that can be arranged.  Go with Daddy to get into your snow clothes first, though.”

Thirty minutes later, all four of them were fed and geared up, trudging out of the garage with shovels in hand.  Emelia and Andrew were each holding colorful sand shovels they had bought the Summer previous when they went to the beach, and although they weren’t the most sufficient for shoveling snow, they worked.  Albert and Race were planning on doing the brunt of the work, anyway.

“Andrew, you go start helping Papa at the end of the driveway, me and Em will work up here,” Albert said, already beginning to shovel snow off the pavement.  Andrew nodded, hoisting his shovel over his shoulder to mirror Race.  Race smirked at his son and the two of them trotted to the end of the driveway and began shoveling.

Twenty minutes passed with no noise other than the sound of shovels scraping ice.  Race reached up to wipe some cold sweat off his forehead, feeling slightly spent.  He always forgot how much work shoveling snow was.  He stood up straighter, feeling his back crack from being slouched over so long, and watched as Andrew diligently shoveled small amounts of snow onto the grass.  

“You’re being a trouper, bud,” He praised, earning a smile from Andrew.

“I know!  I’m doing good, just like you,” Andrew piped back and Race grinned fondly at him.

“You sure are, dude, almost earned your hot-” He was cut off by snow hitting him in the back of the neck.  He resisted the urge to curse as he stumbled forward from the impact and whipped around to see Albert, holding another snowball.  He looked entirely too proud of himself and Emelia was doubled over giggling next to him.

“Oh, you are in for it,” Race warned him, reached down to pick up a handful of snow.  He balled it up haphazardly and chucked it, hard, at Albert, who dodged it easily.

“That the best you got?” He challenged.

Race glared at him, “Andrew,” he said, not breaking eye contact with his husband, who was resisting the urge to laugh.

“What?” Andrew asked, looking between him and Albert innocently.

“Give me your shovel,” Andrew held the bright orange shovel out for him, which Race took wordlessly.  He bent down, making a show of picking up a large amount of snow.

Albert furrowed his eyebrows, watching in confusion as Race strolled closer to him.  His eyes widened as Race lifted the shovel behind him and he only had a moment to shield his head as Race launched the snow at him.  

Albert staggered backwards, shaking snow furiously out of his hair.  He lost balance, falling unceremoniously into the snow and Race laughed, Emelia and Andrew joining in.

“Daddy,” Emelia shrieked, “Papa got you good!”

“Mhmm, but now Papa’s in trouble,” Albert said, pushing himself onto his knees and lunging forward at Race, tackling him down into the snow.  Race let out a shout of surprise and he reached out blindly to grab a small handful of snow, shoving it into Albert’s eyes.

Albert wiped the snow away hastily and scrambled off of Race, picking up Emelia and running behind one of the snow mounds they had made, yelling, “Snowball fight!”

Race grabbed Andrew, pulling him behind one of their mounds.  They quickly produced a small pile of snowballs and ran out, making a beeline toward where Albert and Emelia were sheltered.

The four of them launched snowballs at the other team, until Andrew shouted, “Every man for himself!”

Snow was flying everywhere, dissolving into powder and seeping through jackets.  They all fought until they were panting and laughing on the ground.  

“Snow angels!” Emelia exclaimed, waving her arms and legs to create a lopsided angel.  She stood to look at her work, “Look Daddy, Papa, look!”

Race and Albert lifted their heads from their places in the snow, “Looks awesome, darling.” Albert complimented.

“Papa,” Andrew whined, laying himself dramatically across Race’s stomach, “I’m cold!”

“Alright, man, let’s get you in,” Race said, wrapping his arms around his son and standing up, tossing Andrew over his shoulder.  

Andrew laughed flailing his arms about wildly, “Daddy,” he yelped, reaching out for Albert, “Save me!”

“I gotcha, slugger,” Albert said, plucking him off of Race’s shoulder and propping him on his hip.

Emelia ran over to Race, raising her arms in question.  Race picked her up, “Ready for hot cocoa, love?”

“Yeah!” She twisted around to look at her twin, “Andrew it’s hot cocoa time!”

Andrew cheered, as Albert put him down on the welcome mat inside the house.

“Papa’s gonna help you guys outta your wet clothes and into some cozy ones, while I make the hot cocoa, okay?”

“Okay!”

Race assisted the two of them in changing back into their pajamas, then sent them up to Albert while he threw their snow clothes into the dryer so that they could be used again later.  When he got to the living room, he discovered Albert, Andrew, and Emelia already cuddled on the couch, sipping from mugs while they watched the beginning of The Polar Express.  There was a mug waiting for him on the coffee table and he picked it up, settling next to Albert on the cushions.  

He tucked his legs under him, sipping his hot cocoa as he nestled into Albert’s side, “Thanks for the cocoa, babe.”

“Yeah, of course.”

“Oh, and by the way,” Race whispered so Andrew and Emelia couldn’t hear, “I totally won that snowball fight.”

Albert let out an offended squawk, “You did not!”

“I did, too.”

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they’re still literal children i stg

thanks for reading, chiefs

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[wrangletangle]

I'm confused about how it can be arbitrary to define sex as binary. Obviously intersex people exist, but it's not normal for our species and usually hinders the person's reproduction (purpose of sex organs). Aren't you implying that very consistent anatomy should be ignored because of few anomalies? Isn't it okay to recognize it as an abnormality, but one that generally doesn't harm the person and shouldn't be "fixed" without their consent? Abnormal =/= bad but a general binary definitely exists

Let’s say, for the sake of argument, that I accept that you’re genuinely confused and not baiting. (For the record, you sound like a top ten list of queerphobic dog whistles, but you could possibly be doing that by accident. It’s happened before to well-meaning folks over-exposed to bs.)

No argument about “normal for our species” is EVER going to fly with me. Ever. Lines about reproduction have been hurled at queer people for far longer than I’ve been alive, and they’ve always been wrong. We find more and more queer animals in the wild the more years that go by. So nope, no armchair biology here. Actual biologists would laugh long and hard because:

All the species we’re most closely related to use sex as a social bonding tool

Numerous individual mammals and birds have been observed in queer relationships

Sex organs are messy things and some species happily switch ‘em up

We don’t all need to reproduce in order to continue our species

Plenty of intersex people can reproduce, not that they need to in order to be considered “normal”

“Obviously intersex people exist” - how about 1.5+% of the population, close to the number of autistic people. Feelin’ it now?

Also, our lines are absolutely arbitrary. The US has a 2.5 standard deviations rule. This refers to the size of the penis/clitoris at birth. It’s literally a size rule that determines whether doctors will offer or even strongly encourage surgery on an unconsenting infant in order to force their visible external sex organs to conform to an imaginary gender binary. (These offers are often accompanied by scaring parents that their child will be an unhappy outcast forever if they don’t do surgery now now now.) It says nothing about chromosomes, internal organs, hormones, etc. There are a whole lot of ways to be intersex, and a lot of them show up during puberty (which is another common period of forced surgeries). So yes, if you’ve never heard of micropenis, maybe you wouldn’t think it’s arbitrary, but it absolutely is. It’s forced conformity.

“very consistent anatomy“ AHAHAHAHA Omg, where did you get your science education? Human anatomy is in no way consistent, most especially in primary and secondary sexual characteristics. I have read treatises from the 19th century talking about women with 2-inch clitorises, so this isn’t some BGH-driven wild side - it’s normal. I have seen women (not on hormones) with beards. Vaginas come in a wild variety of shapes and sizes, some of them structured so that penetration is painful, some so it’s impossible. Cis women are often born with 1 or 0 ovaries. Uteruses are not uniform in structure or even presence - cis women are born without them sometimes. The urethra effing migrates, I stg. Boobs come in every shape and size, including virtually nonexistent. Body hair and hip width and everything else we associate with “female” varies so widely as to basically be useless as gender indicators, even among cis people.

But you know what? Even if all that weren’t true, I would never call someone “abnormal” or an “anomaly” for being a small population. Less than 2% of the world are redheads - do you call them anomalies and abnormal and say we shouldn’t adjust our understanding of hair color and genetics to account for them?

As for “hindering reproduction”, you can fuck all the way off on that one. First of all, involuntary sex assignment surgery is often what renders intersex people infertile - many intersex people actually are fertile if left the fuck alone. Second, there are a lot of things that can hinder reproduction, and everyone involved is still a human being. We don’t suddenly pretend they don’t exist because of that, or that everyone who can’t or doesn’t have kids is suddenly some bizarre outlier who shouldn’t be counted in our understanding of the world.

In conclusion: Do not come onto my blog and try to medicalize intersex people’s bodies or treat intersex people like freaks or call them abnormal. Intersex people are people, are part of the normal variation of human bodies, belong in our queer community, and aren’t going around calling you an anomaly. Even if, by throwing around fake biological assertions, you make yourself sound like a fundie.

Also no, the gender binary doesn’t exist and is made up. Go read a Queer History book on constructions of gender, I don’t have time to teach you a full college course on tumblr dot com.

Further Reading:

Medically Unnecessary Surgeries in Intersex Children in the US (Human Rights Watch)

I was an intersex child who had surgery. Don’t put other kids through this. (by Kimberly Zieselman)

What Will Malta’s New Intersex Law Mean for the Rest of the World? (Vice)

(As a side note, I’m turning off anon asks for a few days. I suspect radfems are going to come calling, and I want to force them to name & shame so I can take screenshots, laugh, and delete their asks like I usually do.)

[mypoorfaves]

Positivity Post! :D

Okay so this here is a (freaking long) list of blogs and people that I love, both within my community and outside. Although I understand a lot of people in said community want to remain as anonymous as possible so I’m putting all of the more…um…niche blogs…under the cut! Please enjoy my contribution to this spread of positivity brought about by @wiseinnerwhispers!

@12thdoctorwhomst: You are a great friend. To say so is an understatement. You’re actually one of my best friends. Thanks for always being there :)

@berks-dragon-trainer: We don’t talk much but in see you in my notifs a lot. Also wanna say I’m proud of you for working hard and getting into shape! That takes serious dedication and I wish I could do that myself.

@sellsoulstome: Your space aesthetic is…well, aesthetic! Very calming and I love it so much! I’m sorry life sucks sometimes, but your space children always love and support you :)

@katsukipanya: You are one of my favourite blogs that I’ve had the pleasure of discovering! I can’t get over how CUTE of an idea you bakery AU is! It’s so original and I can’t wait until you get super popular because that WILL happen! I can feel it! I eagerly await each new post from you!

@alexadooodle: Your doodles are so freaking amazing and your content is so creative! I’m sorry idiots have to gall to steal your art. I would actually slap them across the face if I could, I stg. I love our talks and wish nothing but the best for you in life. Keep on fighting, I believe in you :)

@iruutciv: Your Victuuri kissing gifs and art are quite possibly one of the most beautiful things to ever bless this fandom! I love fangirling about yoi with you! Also thanks for introducing me to the beauty that is victuuri smut!

@makeroomfornyoom: Thank you for making my icon! I love it! I also love our chats on discord! I still need to get in Final Fantasy so we can fangirl/fanboy about it together!

@joey-wingster: Thanks for sending me asks, and also for posting that fanfic and gifting it to me! And also saying my writing style is cute! Just so much love for you! Thanks so much!

～～～

@feverflushed: My first and best tumblr friend, and also now my pen-pal! Thanks for being the first person to talk to me in this community. You really encouraged me to open up and talk to more people. My blog and life here on tumblr honestly wouldn’t be the same if it weren’t for you. So thank you. I love our convos! Also thanks for always being my first set of eyes for all of my fics!

@whoareurl: Your writing is amazing! You are quite possibly my fave yoi sickfic writer. All of your descriptions are so vivid and perfect! So immersive, like you can really feel what the characters are feeling. I love seeing you on my dash!

@kittensnz / @kotyonoksnz: Your art is freaking amazing! We are blessed as a yoi fandom and especially as a sickblr fandom to have your talent among us. Also you’re just such a great person to talk to! I love seeing your art on my dash. I can’t even put it into words how skilled you are. Like it was either your sick Victor or your Yuuritto comics that originally led me to the sickblr community in the first place. So thank you so much for that. This community is honestly the best thing to have happened to me, and I have you to thank for helping me discover it.

@my-so-called-trash-blog: I love your yoi fics! I used to re-read them constantly while I was still a lurker lol. (I still do re-read them a lot now too!) Just amazing stuff!

@nnatto: Another blog I used to lurk on! I may not be into sneeze, but your yoi fics are still amazing! I am still not over You Know I Can’t Let That Happen. Thanks for always doing a great job on the drabble prompts I and everyone else send in, thanks for helping me out with that one sick Victor fic I wrote for sickdays 3.0, and thanks for many fun chats on discord! Also your tags when you reblog my fics always make me super duper happy! I look forward to running our contagion event together!

@graceless-fever: Oh man your prompt for fevered Yuuri crying when Yurio snaps at him in his usual Yurio way; I’m still so in love with that prompt. The fic that came from that scenario is by far my most popular fic so I have you to thank for helping bring the idea into existence. All of your prompts, and your fics, are all so good!

@dont-look-so-good: We don’t talk too much but I see you a lot on my dash. You’re a cool person! I’m sorry you had to deal with that drama and I hope it’s resolved now!

@illnessandinjury: Your blog is great, you’re such a sweet person and also hella cute! My poor bi heart can hardly handle it!

@ya-nurse: Another blog I don’t talk to much, but you draw SUCH CUTE DOODLES OMG! Also thanks for always congratulating me on my milestones!

@like-me-a-little-whump: Ayee you post such great whump stuff! Keep it up!

@hothedgie: Thanks for talking to me that one time forever ago when I couldn’t sleep. It meant (still does mean) the world to me. That aside, your prompts always wind up creating some of my fave fics so thanks for that!

@taylor-tut: Omg there’s so much to say. I’m not super into Voltron tbh but the influence you have on the Voltron whump community is astounding. You take such good care of your space-sewer-beef-lump-yeet children. You write such great fics and I love how you’re always willing to take birthday fics and always reblog people’s fics to boost them. Also I love the stories you share from work. You’re just an adorable and hella cute ball of sunshine and I’m so glad to be your friend!

@feverhalo: My lovely plant friend! One of my first tumblr friends! We bonded over plants and we screamed about yoi after I brought you over to the Gay Side. I’m still unspeakably flattered that me writing a fic managed to convince you to start watching!! It’s such an unbelievable honour and just makes me feel all warm and fuzzy that my writing has that kind of influence. I’m so glad we’re friends!

@sitruksista: I love your yoi fics and I love our chats on the yoi whump discord! You’re awesome!

@docjamie: Thanks so much for all of the art you always draw! Especially my requests! Also thanks for talking to me that one time I couldn’t sleep. It means a lot. I enjoy our talks a lot! I’m looking forward to doing that collab-thing (whenever we get around to it lol)!

@fluffyllamas22: Yet another amazing friend who helped keep me sane when I couldn’t sleep. And from there we easily became such good friends! You’re such a ball of happiness and just so easy to talk to. Your writing is great and it keeps getting better, whether it’s yoi or voltron, or your oc’s! You just always seem so positive and I constantly see you in the inboxes of people on my dash (and also in my inbox too)! You’re just an absolute joy to consider a friend! Also I love our chats on discord!

@just-another-sickfic-blog: Another one of my first tumblr friends! Such a joy to talk to! Thanks for always beta-ing my stuff, and also for letting my beta some of your fics too! I know we have fallen a bit out of touch lately but I still consider you one of my closest friends on here and I hope you are doing well!

@the-whump-sidelines: Oh man we clicked instantly! Our talk, well talks, just discussing fevers. Absolutely perfect! You post some freaking amazing prompts and I’m so glad to hear you like my fics even if you haven’t seen yoi. If you ever wanna fanfgirl about fevers, my inbox is always open!

@sneezehq: Bunny you are so amazing! I love your posts about your horses and also just your life in general! I love your fics and I love how you are always in my notifs and always say the nicest things about the stuff you reblog! Keep being awesome!

@fevers-and-flus and flus: You have good prompts/fics and i see you in my notifs a lot, so thanks for that!

@bigbadsnez: Okay I don’t have a sneeze kink but your yoi fics are AMAZING! Like holy moly wow I’m in love!

@whumpapedia: Holy crap bless this blog and this incredible resource! For those of you who don’t know, this blog contains a database of all tv shows, video games, anime, music videos, etc that contain whump! It is far from complete, so if you lovely people have unlisted content, please let the mods know so they can add it!

@blessyoy-2u: Your art is amazing and thank you for the prompt that led to Gold is Cold! It’s one of my personal fave fics that I’ve written! Keep being awesome! Also I see you a lot in my notifs so thanks for that!

@snifflesnuff: YOU are amazing! A truly wonderful human being! I see you in my notifs ALL of the time! And you always scream in the tags when you reblog my stuff and it warms my heart in a way that I could not even begin to put into words, so thank you!!

@tsunderekushami: I love our chats and I love your oc’s! We need to talk more! I promise you won’t be bothering me if you message me! I’m just a mix of busy and forgetful lol.

@emeraldthread: I love talking to you! Your fics are great! And you always seem like such a ball of sunshine and positivity! Thanks for always liking and reblogging my stuff!

@siktornikiforov: Your yoi fics are great and I love your prompts and posts!

@sweetwhump: Okay I know you haven’t really set up your whump blog yet BUT SWEETV YOUR PROMPTS IN THE YOI WHUMP DISCORD END ME EACH AND EVERY TIME! AND I AM STILL NOT OVER YOUR FIC YOU ARE NOT ALONE IN THIS! I look forward to interacting with your blog lots more!

@ambulancemcclain: You are freaking amazing! And I love it when you scream in the tags in response to my stuff. You are probably my most loud screamer lol. Thank you for that!

@wiseinnerwhispers: For the freaking amazing ficlet you submitted *fans self and tries not to faint from remembering* Also this amazing trend of positivity you’re spreading!

@toosicktoocare: We don’t talk but I really enjoy your stuff! Your fics in particular are great! Keep being awesome!

～

The following are people I don’t talk to much, but I see you lot in my inbox and/or notifs and it makes me super happy!

@nightswithoutcontrol, @totallyexhausted, @pie-for-everyone, @qbswhumpsideblog, @sniffleprincess, @seventeen-pennies, @babydollbucky, @katyaton, @thesassygrandmaster, @following-follower, @nightwalker6200, @kaycee003, @damenemo, @beloved-whumpage, @whump-dump, @tippysf

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[Prophetic Phrases - Armin Arlert x Reader]

Ok, guys, gals and nonbinary pals, I am a blog that is only trying to make its way through the dark forest of Tumblr and you would really be helping me out by sending in some requests for art and one-shots. The fandoms which I write and draw for are; • Harry Potter (Including the marauders era) • The Maze Runner • Percy Jackson and Heroes of Olympus (I am such trash for Solangelo I stg) • Divergent • Shadowhunters • Dear Evan Hansen • Heathers • Falsettos • Hamilton • Attack on Titan • Free! Iwatobi Swim Club

Right, onto the fic.

Word Count - 2346

Warnings - None

Please don’t repost or plagiarise

Soulmate Au where the first words your soulmate says to you are written on your wrist.

You ignored the voice of Shadis as he explained the anatomy of the titans. You stared down absentmindedly at the words written on your wrist. You traced your fingers over the raised black writing, the black marks on your skin standing out. I’m not a blonde coconut! You giggled slightly at the words, slapping your hand over your mouth as a few people in front of you turned around to stare at you as if you lost your marbles. “Sorry,” You whispered, looking down at the piece of paper in front of you. “Worrying about the words isn’t going to change them you know?” Sasha uttered from beside you, glancing down at the marks. “Aren’t you worried about yours? What do yours even say anyway?” You asked her, both of you abandoning the lesson that was taking place in front of you. Sasha shoved her wrist onto the desk in front of you and you snorted at the words written there. Hey! That’s my bread! “You’re not the only one confused,” Sasha said, her hand falling back to her side. “Why do you think I steal everyone’s bread at dinner? Who knows?” “I thought that you were just hungry?” “That too,” She huffed, doodling on the sheet of paper in front of her. “I want to know what is on the wrist of your soulmate though, and why they think you think of them as a blonde coconut.” --- Ah fuck, blonde coconut! When Armin had first gotten enough confidence to show Eren what was written on his wrist, the brunet had burst out laughing. Armin didn’t know what to make of the words. His pale fingers ghosted over the words in theory, his eyebrows scrunched together as he got lost in thinking what kind of human would call him a blonde coconut. Obviously not a normal one. “If you don’t stop rubbing at it like that then the comment about the blonde coconut will become even more obvious, and I doubt that that is something you want,” Eren snickered, prying Armin’s hand from his wrist. “How come you’re so calm? Yours is even more obscure than mine!” Armin whisper yelled. “I can’t help it that my soulmate is probably a sadist!” Eren replied, his hand latching onto his wrist to hide the words. But Armin already knew what they were. I find pain to be the most effective method of discipline. “I bet that will be a fine start to the relationship,” Jean snorted from the other side of Eren. “Shut up, Horse face!” Eren muttered, his face a brilliant shade of crimson. Armin sighed as the attention had been taken off of him and he turned around as a snickering from the back of the room drew his attention. Armin’s eyes widened as Sasha had grabbed your arm and was looking from back and forth between your wrist and him. His eyes flickered to you as your face darkened considerably, shrugging apologetically at him. He spun back around, a blush on his own cheeks as he stared down at the desk. He had been training for three years and he couldn’t remember speaking to you once at all, how was that even possible. You grabbed your arm back from Sasha and glared at her, your cheeks still crimson. “It makes sense! He matches the description of the blond coconut and you said so yourself that you’ve never spoken to him before! It could be him!” You clamped a hand over Sasha’s mouth as she was practically shouting. “I don’t want to make any assumptions yet. Plus, with that little skit of yours a minute ago, I think I just scared the poor guy off.” “Yeah yeah, whatever you say,” Sasha grinned, turning back to the front of the room as the lesson continued. --- You unstrapped your gear and dumped it on the ground in front of your bed. You were just about down with training. Shadis made you run an extra twenty laps for dozing off in theory. You groaned as you collapsed down on your bed, burying your face into your soft pillow. You wanted nothing more than to just go to sleep but you knew that Sasha would kill you if you missed dinner, knowing that she usually counted on you for your left overs. “You can’t skip dinner two days in a row, you know. You’ll collapse in training,” Krista said worriedly from her bunk. You grunted, shoving your head further into your pillow. “Do you really want to face the wrath of Sasha when she’s hungry?” Ymir asked and you shot out of the bed, running out of the door as fast as you could. Sasha was normally a kind a cheerful person, but she could be terrifying if she was hungry. You were just lucky that she had forgot about you evading her last night. You barrelled down the corridors, running as fast as you could. Your weariness was forgotten as you focused on getting to the mess hall. You really should have paid more attention as to where you were going. Your eyes widened as a blonde blur was suddenly in your way and you were unable to slow down. “Ah fuck, blonde coconut!” You screeched, trying to warn them to move out of the way but it was too late as you bashed into the poor person, sending both of you tumbling to the floor. “I’m not a blonde coconut!” Your head snapped up as the person in front of you spluttered out the words that had been inked on your wrist since birth. The guy that Sasha had pointed out to you earlier was sitting in a heap in front of you, his blue eyes also staring down at his wrist. “What type of human being are you?” He chuckled, looking from his wrist and then back to me. “Wait does it seriously say that on your wrist?” You snickered looking down at the black writing that stood out against his pale skin. Ah fuck, blonde coconut” “That must have been confusing to say the least,” You giggled. “Yours mustn’t have been better,” He chuckled glancing down at the writing on your wrist. “This wasn’t the best start, was it?” “It could have been better,” You agreed, wincing as you brought your hand up to the back of your head. You felt something sticky and wet. “That’s not a good sign, is it?” You asked Armin, showing him your hand which was covered in blood. Your vision blurred in front of you and Armin’s eyes widened as you blacked out, slumping back against the stone floor. --- “God, that hurts,” You whined, shielding your eyes from the bright light which streamed in from the window. “Are you okay? Why didn’t you say anything about hitting your head? You passed out and you have a concussion and we thought you weren’t going to make it and-“ “Okay, she literally just woke up from a two-day coma, relax a little bit Armin,” A second voice said and you opened your eyes into slits, staring up at the few people that surrounded your bedside. Armin sat on the chair beside your bed, Eren and Mikasa standing beside him. Connie stood at the foot of your bed and Sasha sat at the bottom of your bed, eating a baked potato. “I’ve been out for two days?” You asked, your throat hoarse. Armin hurriedly handed you the glass of water, spilling a little bit of it on the floor. “Yeah, Levi gave you the week off to get better,” Eren said, his cheeks colouring at the mention of the short corporal. “Not without some convincing from you, I’m guessing?” You asked. His face flared and he looked at the floor, unable to respond to your comment. “Ok, one at a time, I don’t want this one passing out again,” Hanji said, a grin on her face. “Armin, you first,” The squad leader winked at you before ushering everybody else out of the room. “Wow, she’s really subtle,” Armin said after everybody had left, his voice monotone. You giggled, sitting back against the pillow. “Why didn’t you say that you hit your head?” “I kinda hit it so hard that I didn’t really register it at first.” You shrugged, clutching your head when it started aching at the small action. “Do you need be to go get anything? Water?” Armin asked, standing up when he saw you clutching at your head. “It will be fine in a while, I’ve had migraines worse than this,” You touched the bandaged that wrapped around your head, another jolt of pain shooting through you. “Sorry, I should have looked where I was going-“ “I was the one that ran into you remember?” You reassured him, looking back down at the now red writing on your wrist. “Yeah, it takes a little getting used to. Eren couldn’t stop looking at his for a month after he met Heichou,” Armin chuckled, showing you how the writing on his wrist had also turned red. “What do we do now?” You asked him, and Armin hesitated at the question. “Get to know each other, I guess.” --- “What the heck are you doing? Get back from there!” Armin yelled as you started moving through the trees, branches scraping off your face as you followed the loud screeching noise further. The Female Titan had chased Squad Levi into the forest and your squad was stuck in the trees waiting for orders. You were sick of the waiting around, not knowing who was getting cut down as titan after titan clawed at the bottom of the trees. You ignored Armin’s shouts after you as you whizzed past tree after tree, your manoeuvre gear hooking onto anything it could. Over the course of the past few months you had become good friends with Armin, Mikasa and Eren. When you had heard a loud scream come from deep inside the forest, you knew that Squad Levi was in trouble. And you weren’t just going to sit there completely useless. You landed on a thick branch and watched as Eren was eaten by the Female Titan. You didn’t even notice that Mikasa had followed you until she screamed from beside you, darting forward to try and help him. “What are you doing, Brat? You can’t help him in the state that you’re in!” Levi yelled, dragging Mikasa away from the fight. “You can’t just leave him there!” “And I’m not planning on it!” Levi growled, his sleeve slipping up the reveal the red writing on his wrist as he darted towards the Female Titan. “You need to get back to Armin,” Mikasa said, preparing her gear. “I can’t just leave you two to get Eren back by yourselves!” You objected. “We’ve got this. Just get back there before Armin freaks,” Mikasa jumped off the branch and swung towards Levi, cutting along the Titan’s jaw. Fuck it, you thought, turning around. You looked down at the ground and gasped at the mangled figures of Squad Levi. What on earth is that thing? It took out the some of the strongest members in the Survey Corps, that’s not supposed to be easy. --- “What the hell were you thinking? You could have died!” Armin screamed once you had arrived back to the edge of the forest. Looking down warily at the titans that were trying to climb the trees. “I wasn’t thinking, I was doing. I wasn’t going to sit here whilst Squad Levi got slaughtered,” You replied, slumping back against the rough bark of the tree trunk. “Wait, they’re dead? You can’t be serious,” Jean asked. “Eld was bitten in half and Petra was crushed against a tree trunk. I’m being serious,” You snapped. “Are you okay?” Armin asked. You shook your head, clasping your hands to your skull as the images of their corpses sprung in front of your closed eyelids. You felt an arm go over your shoulder and you sobbed, pressing the heels of your hands into your eye sockets. “What the hell was that thing?” You gasped. “We need to retreat,” Armin said, rubbing circles onto your shoulder. “Yeah, tell that to our friends here,” Jean snorted, hopping onto a higher branch when a hand almost hit him off the tree. --- “Next time warn me before you do that again,” Armin sighed, grabbing your hand. “Yeah but if I warned you then you’d try to stop me.” “That’s the point,” He chuckled. Levi and Mikasa had rescued Eren and then the Commander had issued a retreat. You had only been back at the HQ for a few hours until Armin had asked to speak to you. “I’m sorry,” You apologised, looking down at your feet. “Just don’t do it again.” You both sat in silence, embracing the serenity of the meadow around you. Living in a world where your enemy could destroy everything at any second, peace was a tricky thing to find. You wanted to enjoy it whilst you still could. “Hey Y/N?” “Yeah?” “Can I maybe- you don’t have to say yes or anything if you don’t want to I was just wondering if-“ “Armin?” “Yeah?” “Calm down a little bit,” You chuckled, rubbing circles onto the back of the blushing blonde’s hand. “Can I kiss you?” He rushed out in one breath, clamping his hand over his mouth when he realised what he had just said. He stared at you, blue eyes wide. You pulled his hand away from his mouth and leant forward, kissing him gently. You pulled away after a second, checking to make sure he was okay. His jaw was slack as he stared at you, his face a brilliant shade of scarlet. “Get in there, Arlert!” Reiner cheered, fist pumping the air. You looked back towards the HQ to see the other cadets that had transferred to the Survey Corps, with you, cheering loudly.

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@hidebehindmymcuth​ - is a great Tyler muse! I don’t follow any other than this so I guess I don’t have the right to compare but I’ve loved this blog since I found it and I love the mun and they write Tyler great. I wish we interacted more of course but I’m gonna blame myself on that lol. And even if we don’t have a long thread going I just love sending Tyler some “texts” through the ask box. Tyler has changed Joe as a muse a lot for me. Not only did they make Darwin become a part of the blog but they’ve also helped Joe out a lot. The writing is great on this blog i stg. I know I say that about everyone but it’s true. Compared to me they’re amazing! If you want to follow a Tyler blog then I’d recommend this because it’s great!

@roxannecelxt​ - We haven’t done anything in a long time and it makes me sad because I miss Roxy a lot. Roxy is a character from kingsman and they write her really good. At least from what I remember from the movie lol. She and Joe had a sort of not the best first interaction but they grew close and I am actually stoked that there is a girl that is shipped with Joe. Since he’s biromantic but leaning more towards guys so it’s nice to get to interact with this side of Joe too since it doesn’t really happen that much. I don’t know if they’re still on semi-hiatus or anything but I keep seeing them on my dash so maybe not. I hope not because it’s a great blog and you should all check it out.

@insxnia​ - Okay, fun story. This blog (or the previous before it changed) is what made me create my own blog. I know i’ve said that about other blogs too but i was writing as a kid anon for this blog for like 4 months lol and every time I wrote another I got this feeling that I wanted to create my own blog because holy shit it was fun to write like that. So I consulted a friend who told me to do it right away! so I did. Thanks to this blog and me being Eliot I think the kid was called, I got the inspiration and will to create Joe. Anyway, this used to be sort of about a half-canon person but that part of the blog has sort of been removed and is only in the background now so all the characters are now oc’s and they’re all really cool. Every time one character was introduced I fell in love with them. Especially Jaden because he was the cutest boy in the world i stg! They’re really inventive with their characters and all of them are so different from each other I don’t know how they do that. If you want to interact with wizards and dragons and everything that is cool you should check it out because they write well, they’ve got a good variety of muses to choose from and they all are unique in their own way.

@fissarsi​ - Enzo is crazy and a canon character from the movie Plush which I hadn’t heard of before this blog. Because of this blog I also watched the movie and fell in love with it and with the character Enzo. The mun is always so nice and they write really good. I mean, I wouldn’t recommend this blog unless you can handle Insane characters who murder and maniplulate and all of the things. To some people Enzo might seem a bit too much but I love him just the way the mun writes him. He’s supposed to be crazy and manipulative and jealous and all of the things. He’s got a lot of bad traits because that’s how he is as a character. So if you can handle that I would definitely recommend you checking this blog out.