#who only eat hot chip and LIE

[tangledinink]

she's not like the other girls. (she's a snapping turtle.)

this is what the prompt 'traditional garment' meant, right? week two of @tmntfashioncompetition! me and @cupcakeslushie did a ninja mind meld. extra points (again) for those who find the easter egg :3c

[cosmerelists]

Cosmere Characters Try to Guess Which of Them Hoid is Imitating

As requested by anon. :)

It's like charades, only it's Hoid alone doing the acting, and also he's allowed to speak. He's gonna be imitating various Cosmere characters, and let's see if the other characters in that novel can guess who he is!

1. Stormlight Archive

Hoid: [face settles into a deep scowl] Hoid: [crosses his arms] Hoid: Bah! Shallan & Adolin (simultaneously): Kaladin!!! Hoid: Correct! Kaladin: H-HEY

2. Mistborn Era 1

Hoid: [smiles] Hoid: [smiles] [Smoke begins to rise up around him, as though everything is burning down. Faintly, in the distance, the sounds of screams] Hoid: [smiles] Vin (already crying): K-Kelsier! Hoid: [motions for her to hold on a second] Hoid: [punches himself square in the face] Vin: ... Hoid: Yup! That's Kelsier!

3. Tress of the Emerald Sea

Hoid: [crouches down, begins speaking to a member of the audience as though already in mid-conversation] ...and anyway, that's why I think we will make very good friends. Hoid: Wait! Hoid: Is that something dangerous I see? Hoid: I simply MUST make it my new hobby! Charlie, delighted: It's Tress!

4. Stormlight Archive

[Hoid, lying very still on the ground] [Hoid, lying very still on the ground] Adolin: Uh...Sadeas? Kaladin: Are you one of the bridges? Syl: You're a rock!! [Hoid, lying very still on the ground] [Gradually, the sound of ocean waves come from...somewhere. The temperature seems to drop. People's breath fog the air. Still, Hoid lies very motionless on the ground] Shallan: [sighs] Shallan: Stick. Hoid: Correct!

5. Elantris

Hoid: O-Oh? Am I not allowed to talk in charades? Hoid: I'm very sorry, Your Majesty! As a simple woman, all I know how to do is eat hot chip and lie. Iadon: Ugh, Sarene. Hoid: [fixes his hair using only the middle fingers on both hands] Hoid: So smart, Your Majesty!

6. Mistborn Era 2

Hoid: [Pulls his hand up from his hip with his fingers making a gun shape] Wax: Well, that could be literally anyone. Wayne: 'Cept me. Wax: Except you. Hoid [Pulls up his other hand from his hip with his fingers making a gun shape. Now he has two guns] Wax: Again, that could be anyone. Hoid: [Mimics putting both guns back. Reaches down as if to pull something from his belt, which he mimics swigging. Grabs the air in front of his forehead as if adjusting a hat] Wax: Okay, okay, we get it! It's me! Steris: No, no, I want him to keep going.

7. Warbreaker

[Hoid lies half reclined, one arm dangling, mimicking the lazy eating of grapes] Siri: Okay! We know it's one of the Returned! Lightsong: That could be literally any of us. [Hoid, slowly pulls up the hem of his skirt until his thighs are exposed. Winks] Blushweaver: Yes! It's ME! Siri: W-Why am *I* blushing??

8. Stormlight Archive

Hoid: [raising both arms to the heavens] SCIENCE! Navani: Raboniel! Raboniel: Navani! [They look at each other] Hoid: ... Hoid: Uh....SCIENCE and LOVING MY DAUGHTER! Navani: Raboniel!! Raboniel: Navani!! [They look at each other] Hoid: Hmmm...SCIENCE and LOVING MY DAUGHTER and KILLING GOD!!! Navani: ...You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?

[Bonus!]

9. ???

[Ulaam walks onto the stage. He waves. He's wearing bedazzled, tiny red shorts, a flowered shirt, and mismatched socks with sandals] Ulaam: [opens his mouth to speak] Hoid: [tackles him off the stage]

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

To Warm You Up

Natasha Romanoff x GN!Reader

Summary: A snowy day means a good book, warm drinks, and cuddles

Word count: 704

Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff

A/N: I wrote this last night while my sleep meds kicked in. I used the prompt, 'bring you a hot drink'

It was quiet. The snow fell outside, watching the flakes dance every so often as you looked up from your book. It had been snowing all morning, and so you felt it was the perfect day to stay curled up in bed. Finally, you got the chance to read through a book you'd recently purchased. Your Maine coon, Dumpling, curled up by your feet.

You smiled content in how your day was going so far. The only thing missing was your girlfriend, Natasha Romanoff, she had gotten up early this morning and had occupied herself in her office with work since the snow kept her from going to the office. You hadn't heard from her all morning and now as early afternoon was about to turn to late afternoon you heard movement. You assumed Natasha had gotten up to grab herself something to eat. Making you remember you hadn't eaten yet. Your stomach growling at the realization. You didn't want to move though. You had become invested in your book and Dumpling had moved himself to your thighs, sprawling out across them.

Just as you finished up a chapter Natasha came through the threshold of your bedroom, tray in hand. Her red hair loose, falling over her shoulders in waves. A smile on her face when your eyes met as she got up on the bed with the tray. She'd made you a sandwich; turkey and cheese, a small pile of chips next to it and your favorite mug filled with hot chocolate. You could smell the peppermint and the two cinnamon sticks poking out gave away that she made it exactly how you like it.

“Oh moya lyubov. You didn't have to do this.” You set your book down on the side table before cupping her cheek. She leans into your touch. The two of you had been together for years. You knew everything about the other.

The Natasha you had met years ago who had defected from Russia who was so closely guarded. The Russian who was cold and calculated in every move she made. The Russian who when you first met was assigned to you and Clint. The Russian who put every wall up, used every sweet little lie with you and you who called her bluff everytime. She'd been put with you for one reason. You could tell when people lie. So really in the end she had no choice, but to tell the truth which terrified the red head.

“I wanted to. I hadn't heard you move since your trip to the bathroom this morning.” She raised an eyebrow at you, making you smile.

“Yeah I haven't. I got engrossed in my book. I'm already a little more than half way through!” Natasha could hear the excitement oozing from your voice. How could she not love you who only ever showed her love and kindness? You who would listen to her ramblings after nightmares. You who when she needed to be handcuffed to the bed to sleep offered your hand instead. You who offered a place when she had nothing and noone.

Some might think Natasha couldn't possibly settle down, but here she was with you as the snow fell outside. You picked up the mug, giving it a few blows before taking the first sip. The hot liquid falling down your throat and warming you instantly. You can't help the small ‘Mmmm’ that pushes up your throat, eyes closed. The mug warming your hands that you hadn't realized had gone cold as they tended to do, especially in the winter.

You talked with Natasha as you ate, catching up on her day and how work was going. She'd been writing reports and working on Intel the young Avengers had picked up on. You moved the empty tray aside, pulling Natasha against you. She always clung so tightly as if you'd disappear if she didn't hold you that way. She'd always been like this. You tried breaking the habit early on, but it never worked. Now it is something you look forward to, like a weighted blanket or stuffed animal. Natasha brought you comfort on such a level and in such a way you know no one else could compare.

[jaidens]

I Find Myself Running Home To Your Sweet Nothings

pairing [s] : jake seresin x reader

warning [s] : nothing much

a/n [s] : requests are open

Jake was a man of many deserving titles.

He was a Captain in the United States Navy, and he held his own Top Gun classes to teach graduates. He was highly respected and was understood to be hard as well not understanding if you had messed up and would have killed your team of pilots. However, who would have known the big and scary Jake Seresin was a family man? Jacob Seresin, the same guy who yells and the room goes quiet, carrying his sleeping daughter in his arms while he packs up the items he chose to bring to the park. The same guy who puts Barbie Band-Aids on his daughter’s knee whenever she jumps off a swing and scrapes her knee against the wood chippings.

Jake, your lovely husband, wakes you up with kisses and soft touches that lie on your skin for years to come. Jake Seresin who loves his sweet girls and gives kisses to his daughter’s head before she tackles school for the day to come. The Jake you fell in love with who drinks Pumpkin Spice Lattes the day they get released at Starbucks. The one who yells and screams at The Longhorns winning a football game. Jake Seresin, the man who has a heart big enough for hundreds of people that he carries with him every single day he lives. The guy who adds extra sugar and creamer to his coffee because of the bitterness of it.

You're in love; you're completely sure of it. The baby on your stomach that weighs on you is another reason why. The small boy sits on your chest, sound asleep with a hat on his small head and a one piece swimsuit. Your daughter and Jake are in the ocean, catching waves with their boogie boards as you stay back with your song, Theodore. He's small and tiny, only two months old. The heat of San Diego pushes through the canopy you have set up, making you sweat and Theo as well. You stand up and push against the beach chair and walk to the shore of the beach. The sun is high in the sky, the sunglasses you wear barely do much to stop the burning in your eyes.

The water is much cooler, but it only does so much to help the heat that radiates from Theo and the sun at the same time. Jake has a, particularly sleepy, Lily in his arms as she yawns. “Everyone is getting sleepy, huh?” You say as your children are laying against their father's toned chest as he pushes his hair back. He's hot and handsome, the water that drops done him gets you undeniably hot inside. “Lemme hold Theo.” He tells you and talks the s boy in his arms, lying him on his arm and head against his bicep. Lily and Josie start walking back to the tent and sit down, eating the snacks you had packed for them.

“He was so hot whenever he was laying on my chest. I had to get into the water.” Jake laughs and gives you a kiss against the lips. He smells and tastes like the ocean and salt water, as you almost gag at the taste. “Let’s get maybe.. 2 bags and take them to the house. We're allowed to keep the canopy and stuff on here because it's our private beach.” Jake tells you and you nod, taking Theo back in your arms as you watch Jake pick up things and put them in bags and pick them up gracefully before beginning to walk up the beach. Lily is talking with Josie about what they were going to watch on Netflix whenever they got back and you smiled happily. This is what you needed. A family. A caring family with people who have learned to live and support one another.

Jake is taking the things upstairs and you follow after him, before Theo starts to get fussy and upset about being in the heat and not his bed. Jake, a father of many years, quickly resumes his role and takes care of his son. “I love you.” You say as you watch him hold Theo in one arm and the bags in the other. “Love you too honey!” He shouts from your bedroom and you walk into him. The Jake Seresin you know and love, the one who changes diapers and gives raspberries to Theo’s stomach as he does so. It was a reprise of his Father's role for a new baby, and he was in it very well. It was the total he took more seriously than the Captain or the King of Darts at the bar. A father. A man who has children he loves and cares for them.

It was love and that is exactly what you loved. The domesticity makes you smile and stand on that edge of the doorway as you listen to whatever he has been saying. You love him: and he loves you. So much more than everyone else.

[astraltrickster]

I feel there's a disconnect between trends in kids' and teenagers' interests and skills as analyzed and reported by teachers and other people who work with kids and teenagers extensively, how those reports are read by adults who DON'T work with kids and teenagers other than perhaps their own, and how those reports are interpreted by the kids and teenagers.

I can't help but suspect that this is a major factor at the core of the perennial problem of generational disconnect.

For example, let's look at the declining rate of casual PC usage and basic PC skills.

What a teacher might say: "I teach a high school class using xyz computer software and it's worrying me that over the last several years, out of every class, there have been at least a small handful of students who don't know how folders work, or how to use a physical keyboard, or who send cell phone photos of their screens as "screenshots", and hell, some don't even know the difference between a laptop and a desktop computer. This wasn't nearly as common ~10 years ago. The system for the years before mine used to teach more of the basics, and now I'm seeing evidence that just expecting people to get it on their own isn't working, and that's a problem."

The reality that this statement is about: A decline from a basic computer literacy rate of (just as an example, absolutely not to be taken as an objective fact) 90% to 80% and even sharper at intermediate to advanced levels, starting with the most underprivileged, in a world where PC usage is still critical for a huge chunk of the professional world, is a VERY bad sign. It represents technical knowledge becoming more and more of a class divider, in a way that has the potential to snowball. We're still in early stages, and it's FAR from being the fault of the ~10% of kids who would have been taught computer basics if they'd been born 10-15 years prior, but it IS real and it shows that we need to make formal classes in PC basics more normal and accessible again, instead of just expecting people to pick it up by osmosis, because that experiment isn't working.

What entirely too many adults hear: Generations Z and alpha are stupid spoiled idiots about technology who don't know computer, they only know how to app store, TikTok, selfie, eat hot chip, and lie! Which is their own fault, obviously. If they just paid attention to their teachers instead of Instagram and Twitter everything would be fine!

What teenagers hear: Man, adults just loooove to look at the teenagers who are doing the worst and make shit up about the downfall of society or whatever, meanwhile all my friends and I know how to use a computer, the only problem is a bunch of old fuddy-duddies talking shit about how back in their day they had to walk 15 miles in the snow uphill both ways just to go to the bathroom, AGAIN.

Because it's hard to see the a pattern like this, especially in fairly early stages, as a matter of statistics. Humans kind of suck at intuiting statistics. We want hard and fast rules. As far as our brains often see it, anything with a probability over 50% is a certainty; anything under 50% is an impossibility. If you're in a room of 10 people, and you ask who doesn't know the basics of a computer, it won't make much difference whether one person raises their hand, or two - either way, if you throw a paper ball at a random person, you're far more likely to hit someone who can install a program than someone who can't. Meanwhile, if you ask all the people in several of those 10-person groups who raised their hands to go to another room, and you see twice as many people as 5 years ago, it's easy to think that NO ONE knows how to use a computer anymore. Whichever side you look at, it's black and white. Either nearly everyone knows how to use a computer, or nearly no one does; it's black and white. Easy numbers. Comfortable.

So far distorted from the realities that created the numbers that it might as well be from an alien planet.

And thus, not only do a lot of people end up not seeing the problem for what it is, but people just end up having pointless fights over which of those black-and-white views is correct, because according to immediate intuitive monkey-brain, it CAN'T be somewhere in the middle. It's very hard to truly, deeply recognize the fact that "most young people still have basic computer literacy" and "the number of young people who DON'T have the skills they need to compete in a tech-oriented professional world is increasing at an alarming rate" can both be true statements at the same time.

Now let's just ask ourselves, how many OTHER trends and shifts across generations have we fallen into the trap of talking about like this?

[maliciousindungeon]

i like that like. the only time in rgu that anthy is shown genuinely enjoying something because its something she wants to do is eating chips and watching tv all night.

big shout out to traumatized girls whos only hobbies are play piano, eat hot chip, watch tv, and lie.

[local-nerd-boy]

Who is Oliver lying to in the end?

As many people pointed out, the entirety of the Saltburn movie is about Oliver telling lies to everyone in order to appear as exactly the person they find interesting.

He is a nice, broke boy for Felix and Elspeth to fix, an art connoisseur for James to talk to and a lover for Venetia to seduce. Literally all he knows is be bisexual, eat hot chip and lie. And the story he tells in the end about always having planned to kill the Cattons was just as much a lie as everything else.

Now the question is: Who is he telling this story to? Who is he lying to? Who is he trying to get approval from by changing his story this time?

There are three possible answers I can think of: Elspeth, Himself and The Audience.

tl;dr: Oliver is telling a lie the entire movie, of course he didn't plan to kill the Cattons from the start but he wants you to believe that so badly, and most of all he wants to believe it himself.

1. Elspeth

While Elspeth might be the only other actual person in the room with Oliver, I think it's highly unlikely that she was the one Oliver was lying to, concidering that she is literally in a coma and about to be murdered by Oli. So why would it matter anymore what she thought of him?

That brings us to the next person he could be lying to:

2. Himself

The only person who is really hearing Oliver's story is Oliver himself. And that could be exactly who he is lying to.

He tells himself that his goal had always been to get the house instead of his goal being Felix's attention.

Because he failed so misrably at his first goal he now wants go make mostly himself believe that he never had that goal in first place. He tells himself that he always wanted the house, the money, Saltburn. Because recognising the rejection would mean recognising himself as the loser who doesn't fit in and that would just hurt too much.

But there is also a third "person" in the room with Elspeth and Oli that Oliver could be lying to:

3. The Audience

During the entire movie Oliver desperatly wants to fit in and belong, be a fixed part at Saltburn. But he never achieves that goal, he is always on the outside looking in.

What he can be a part of in the end though is the story itself.

In storytelling there are at least 4 major character types:

the protagonist

the antagonist

the confidant

the love interest

Next to Felix (or anyone in the Catton family, for that matter), Oli could never imagine or dare to imagine that he is the protagonist. How could he see himself as such, concidering that he never felt like he belonged or fit in?

Neither could he be the confidant as... literally no one really confides in him.

That leaves the love interest and the antagonist. The very first thing Oli states in the movie is that he loved Felix but he wasn't in love with Felix. He is purposefully removing himself from the role of the love interest. That is not what he wants to be seen as, even though it is so blatantly obvious that he is in love with Felix.

A reason why he denies being the love interest is because he simply failed at being such. Felix never saw him that way, they were never a thing, quite literally he was never Felix love interest.

That only leaves one character type: The antagonist. The moment Oliver realises that he is never going to be the love interest he decides that he is going to be the last remaining role he could possibly play: the antagonist. And thus he kills Felix.

And from that point of view, painting himself as the calculated antagonist, Oliver tells his lie. He pretends that punching a hole in Felix tire wasn't a try at a love-interest meet-cute but a first step in his evil-mastermind plan. He wants you to overlook that he failed as a love interest and instead wants you to pay attention to the role he has decided to fullfill for you, for the story you're watching: the antagonist. He is telling a lie to The Audience, making himself fit in as the evil, strategic mastermind because that is the role that was left for him to fit into the story.

[snorky]

hiiii im back to very respectfully request more trent frederic! literally anything works if its 500 words or 3000 i do not care.

- anon 🌹

Tell Me A Sweet, Sweet Lie

Hey y’all! And hi again to the lovely requester, anon 🌹. I hope you all are doing well and lovely, and I deeply apologize again for this very delayed post, life has not been too sunshine and rainbows, but that’s for another time. A sweet Trent Frederic x F!Reader, strangers to lovers, fake dating, summer-time party fic for y’all. I hope you all enjoy this fic, and remember to take care of yourself!

Pairing: Trent Frederic x F!Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: Some creep/sleazy dude (ew), Fake Dating, (let me know if I need to add anything)

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As the summer sun seemed to beam onto her skin delicately, her sundress swayed in the wind, all whimsical and magic sewn into the hem. Her drink swirled in her grasp, a non-alcoholic refresher as she was the designated driver for her friends, who were talking to their partners and their friends. 

She didn’t mind the lack of company, but rather, she savored it as it felt like it was her only time to herself in such a busy and hectic life.

Laughter and easy conversation could be heard from around her, little snip-bits of people catching up with one another after a while, revisiting old and fond memories, and overall, just seizing the moment as they all reminisced. 

A small bonfire was started further off from the house, people setting up their chairs and blankets to gather around the blazing warmth, with some holding bags of marshmallows and chocolate for s’mores. It was a small detail, and yet it reminded her about her youth, eating the sugary sweetness until she was laughing on the ground, energy and hyperness zipping through her.

As she was lost in her thoughts, she felt an arm slide around her waist. “Hey beautiful, wanna ditch this party and go back to my place?”

 Stepping away from the strange person, whom she could barely recognize from her friends and her mutual friends alike, she shook her head. “No, no thanks.” She waved her hand in kind dismissal, hoping to not escalate the situation further. “I need to drive my friends back home,”

Eyeing her up and down, the look in his eyes made her sick to her stomach, unease starting to settle in her. “I’m sure they won’t notice that we’ll be gone for a bit—” His hot breath fanned over her neck uncomfortably, causing her to shrink away.

“I have a boyfriend!” she blurted. It was a quick, most likely, out-of-pocket response, but her mind ran a little empty in trying to figure out how to deter this stranger away from her.

He looked around the back yard, trying to search for this said ‘boyfriend’ of hers. “I don’t see him around here,” he scoffed.

Putting a finger up, she gave him a lopsided smile. “One moment, he’s inside I think—”

She ran off towards the direction of the backdoor of the house, hoping to find someone that could be her ‘boyfriend’ for a brief moment.

And with her luck, she ran into someone carrying a bowl of chips. He looked a little dorky if she could be truly honest, with curly light brown hair peeking out from his baseball cap, a gently soft face to tie it all together.

“I’m so sorry, but I need you to do a really quick favor for me,” she whispered in a rushed sequence.

He looked at her with a confused expression for a brief moment before responding. “Yeah? What is it?”

She bit the inside of her cheek nervously, hoping that this wouldn’t backfire terribly. “Pretend to be my boyfriend, just for like, the next few moments—” she looked at him, an apology prepared in her head in case he didn’t want to. “—please.”

A small smile formed on his face, “Tell me the ground rules and I’m all set.”

She sighed as a wave of relief washed over her, wiping her palms on her dress. “Well okay, first, I need to know your name. And secondly, I give you permission to touch me—like, arm around my waist—but nothing more!” A warm flush was visible on her neck and face from embarrassment, causing him to let out a small chuckle.

“Okay, okay, I kinda get it—and my name is Trent.” 

He stuck out his hand for her to shake, and she introduced herself to him as she took his hand. Her hand felt perfect in his own, their palms molding together as if they were meant to be, although he wouldn’t openly exclaim that since he just met her.

Her demeanor was angelic, the evening sun not denying it a single bit, and it pulled him in deeper, wanting to be around her presence more, savoring every moment with her. He didn’t know why he hadn’t noticed her earlier on at the party, but he was beyond grateful nonetheless. 

Pulling away, she clasped her own hands together. “Great!” She turned around and started to walk back towards the patio door, glancing over her shoulder as she noticed that he hadn’t moved a step. “You coming?”

Her voice snapped him back to reality, a gentle blush casting over his face as he realized that he was standing there in the dining area like a fool. “Yeah, sorry hun—”

The words flowed out of his mouth easily, a comforting taste on his tongue, and to her, it sounded like she could get used to him calling her sweetly so often. She smiled at him, cheeks warmed and rosy.

“No worries, love,”

They both walked outside, and took her hand in his, their fingers intertwining, and the sunset sky seemed to shine down on the both of them in approval. It felt so right to hold his hand, as if it was some sort of fairytale-meant-to-be situation. His thumb was grazing over her knuckles lightly, delicately, and it made her melt like ice cream on a hot day.

She looked over at him, his soft expression making her heart flutter in her chest despite having only met him a few minutes ago. He made her feel so in love, so fuzzy and infatuated with him, and she had a small hope burning inside of her that it could last a little longer than just for tonight.

“Let’s sit here, I’ll make you a s’more.” His smile was just as sweet as the marshmallow he reached for, skewering it onto the stick before he hovered it over the fire.

Sitting down beside him, she rested her head against him, a blurry tiredness washing over her already despite the sun not having fully set yet.

He handed the s’more over to her, marshmallow a perfect toast, chocolate slightly melted. “Here you go, enjoy it sweetheart,”

Smiling back at him, she took a bite of the sweet treat, the flavors too sweet almost, like a familiar childhood. They both remained like this for a little, sitting there and relaxing as the sound of others around them continued, a lively scene.

Trent looked around, making sure that everyone else around the both of them were occupied, due to the fact that his question would most likely out him as a decoy partner. “Are you familiar with anyone from this party?” he asked. His hand was still clasped around hers, lovingly, thumb stroking her skin.

“Yeah, my friend, I think you might know them since I saw you talking to them earlier,”

He looked at her with sweet admiration, wanting to hear her voice more often since it sounded like music to his ears. “Go on,” he encouraged.

She continued to talk about how she met her friend, rambling about childhood stories, as well as their shared memories of college years and early adult life, including the silly mishaps in hopes of making him laugh.

And it did, his laugh seemed to be the only sound she wanted to hear from now on, full and hearty, beyond genuine if she could describe it right. The way his eyes crinkled at the corner, cheeks flushed and pink, it made her feel warmer than the fire next to her.

Everything came naturally to the both of them, the easy, smooth talking, the lighthearted laughs and smiles, every nickname that cupid could come up with rolling off of their tongues.

Footsteps could be heard behind the both of them, the dirt and gravel being scruffed up.

“So is this your little boyfriend, sweets?”

Her stomach churned uncomfortably, recognizing that awful voice from earlier in the day.

Trent turned around with a slight smirk, standing up to face the other guy. He was visibly taller than him, who was now cowering slightly.

“Yeah, I’m her boyfriend.” He stuck out his hand, firm and confident. “Do we have a problem with that?” His brow was raised, tone interrogative and questioning.

The stranger took a step away, shaking his head. “No, I’ll leave you guys be—” His voice wavered as he took off in another direction, presumably to head home and away from the humiliation that he just had to put himself through.

Trent sat back down beside her, allowing her to lean closer to him. “Is that why you asked me?” he whispered.

Nodding her head, she remained silent for a little bit, allowing for her thoughts to accept the fact that it was over now, and that he didn’t have to act as her significant other any longer.

Moving away from him slightly, she could see his tender expression falter. “You don’t have to pretend to be my boyfriend anymore, Trent.” She matched his quiet tone, not wanting anyone to overhear the conversation between them.

His lips were pressed together in a line, unsure of what to do or say next. He looked in her eyes, seeing a twinge of sadness—or maybe tiredness, he couldn’t tell—float around.

“But, what if I want to be yours, truly this time?”

She looked at him, confused, but wanting to not step too far. “Trent, you don’t have to—”

“I want to. Only if you do as well.” Trent’s expression was genuine, pure, the nighttime sky and stars hoping to emphasize the way he felt. “I just think you’re a sweet and kind person, and from the time that I’ve gotten to know you, I know that I want to know more about you,”

A smile eased its way onto her face, paired with a blush from his honeyed words that truly felt like it was poured straight from his heart. “I think you’re lovely,” her voice was hardly above a whisper, but he heard it all, and almost melted on the spot.

“You think so?”

Nodding her head, she took his hand and held it, looking up at him once more.

He looked magical, enchanting, so sweet, so beautiful in the moment. Her heart seemed to slow, or speed up, but she didn’t feel real, lost somewhere in a dream-like state. They both remained in this moment, the seconds passing by in a blur, an exchange of numbers, something about wanting to co-exist more, feel more.

They both stood in the driveway of the house, moments before parting ways. He didn’t let go of her hand just yet, still wanting to feel her touch. “Brunch, tomorrow?”

“See you tomorrow, love,”

Her fingers slipped from his as she waved, walking away with her friends who were already gushing over any details they could get, laughter of the sweet night echoing in the sky.

[minty-mumbles]

Happy Pride Month! Here's my updated sexuality/gender/relationship headcanons for the Chain

Time:

Bisexual with a preference for women. He knew he was in love with Malon since he was pretty young, so he didn't spend much time self reflecting about who he finds attractive. Malon was the one who finally pointed it out to him lol

Agender

He/Him, if he cared enough to think about it he might land on It/Its

Committed relationship with Malon, as we all know

Twilight:

Bisexual.

Always thought he was cis, but lately has been questioning that

He/Him, for now

Still very torn up about Midna leaving. He used to like Ilia, but then his adventure happened, and she lost her memories, and that put an end to that crush

Warriors:

Heterosexual, and in the closet/in denial about being aromantic

Cis

He/Him

In a lot of situationships. Has gotten a bit of a reputation around court, but no matter how much his Zelda urges him to settle down, for some reason he really doesn't want to

Sky:

Pansexual

Demiboy

He/Him

Is thinking about proposing to Sun soon, but that's only if she doesn't beat him to it

Legend:

Usually just says he’s queer, but specifically he’s demisexual

Poly

Nonbinary

He/Him mostly, occasionally She/Her

Still in mourning over Marin. He's involved with Ravio, but no one, including themselves, know exactly what the situation is. They do live together, so it's serious, whastever it is

Hyrule:

Asexual and demiromantic

Trans

He/Him or No Pronouns

Has a crush on Dawn

Wild:

Aroace

Genderfluid (They/He/She)

In a QPR with Flora! This one is very important to me

Has very complicated feelings about Mipha. They know they loved her, but not romantically... they think. Doesn't have enough memories to truly remember

Four:

Pansexual, poly

Questioning their gender

They/Them

The whole situation with the Colors makes everything messy, because not only do they have to figure themself out, but the colors also each have different thoughts about things

Vio, and therefor Four, had a huge crush on Shadow, which was reciprocated, but they were never officially together

Wind:

Girls? Boys? Wind only knows: Be Pirate, Eat Hot Chip, and Tell Lie. 

Questioning his gender, though he hasn’t told anyone this (He/Him)

Bonus:

Ravio: Prefers not to use labels (He/They)

Malon: Bisexual and Cis (She/Her)

[queen-of-scissors]

I saw your "god of the multiverse" thing where reader tells them abt the other games theyve played and i just-- JFJSJFJEBOFJSNFEOFN I AM JUMPING SO HARD ON THIS HYPE TRAIN--

I only have two words for you.

Among. Us.

You're welcome.

BUT LIKE FR FR THO-- HOW WOULD THEY REACT?? Since the entire thing is literally cooperate or die for crewmate, or Eat Hot Chip And Lie / Gaslight Gatekeep Girlboss for imp

And like, imagine them being named Dolos or Apate as a new epithet if they enjoy lying as crewmate to stir the pot or just regular lying as imp (dolos was the spirit of trickery, apate was the personification of deceit-- you can make either kaeya, albedo, ruebedo or dain give the title since theyre all from khanriah)

Or like-- they could also be rlly uncomfy with being imp and just being a model crewmate and they could be given the epithet Eleos or Anteros because of it

Just-- THSKFJSKDJWJ soooo many possibilities for reader/creator

And like-- oh my gOD IMAGINE THEM TRYING TO MAKE THE ACOLYTES PLAY IT AHAHAHA

The murder?? Theres gonna be a LOT

Sorry if there was a lot, i just rlly enjoy what you've written so far!! Have a nice day :))

GOOD SHİT GOOD SHİT THATS SUM GOOD SHİT RİGHT THERE!!!!

First, explaing the game.

Everyones reactions will be diffrent about it, no matter how you explain it;

The scared ones

Noelle, Diluc (brother flashbacks),Barbara, Bennett, Razor (lupical PROTEC lupical!! NO KİLL), sucrose, Jean, Yelan (you... Kill your friends??)

The impressed ones

Kaeya, Childe, Venti, Hu Tao, Yanfei (sees it as a usefull skill), zhongli (MF is impressed by anything u do smh), Lisa, Ei, Yae miko

The confused ones (what why would you?)

Ganyu, Xiao, Diluc, İtto (doesn't even understand the rules), kuki shinobu, Kazuha

"İ WANNA TRY!!! oh wait does this count as blasphemy-"

Childe, Venti, Albedo, KLEE (actually thinks it like a game), Yelan (ok since you said its not actually killing them i wanna try), İTTO, Nahida (knows its a game), Heizou

Now if we were the imposter you are right. İt doesnt matter if you are bad at it, they are going to call you as some god that has been assosiated with trickery.

İ wrote a story about it. But didn't make the reader as imposter because no one wouldn't dare to say you are an imposter. Even as a joke

ESPECİALLY if it was a traitor!AU. Tough im not sure that they would even play if that were the case

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İ made the story of how you got the title a bit long, i hope you like it :)

More under the cut!

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"Have you guys ever played 'vampire'?"

Your voice echoed in the throne room, they looked confused, they weren't expecting your answer to be another question.

You were bored out of your mind. Watching people come and go in the room just for them to ask for your guidance about daily stuff was a pain, both phsicaly and emotionaly. So you opened your phone to get a bit of a downtime while no one was there to ask for your divine wisdom.

"Forgive my rudeness, Your highness. But... What does that have to do with it?" Said Albedo, who got there for your divine wisdom.

"You asked what i was doing in my device, so in order for me to answer, you must for answer my question."

"Vampires..." He mumbled "aren't those imaginary, humanoid monsters that drink blood to survive?"

"Ah, ok. i see that you never played."

"Play what exactly?"

"So its a game about a group of villagers trying to find a vampire/werewolf among them.

You choose one host, and that person controlls the whole game, The other players all close their eyes and the host walks among them, and picks a vampire.

Each night, the vampire chosses someone to kill and that person is eleminated, and each day, the other players try to find the vampire and kill them.

İf they choose the wrong person that person is also eliminated."

Acolytes look at eachother, that sounds so fun?!(deffinetly not the kill eachother without killing eachother one is the reason not at aaaallll)

"Ohh, İ see," Kaeya said, impressed "so this game also tests you ability to not get caught and lie, as well as finding lies. This is interesting!"

"...turnes out, you might have a chance after all, since the creator favors imposters and all." Diluc half whispered to him.

Lets pretend we didn't hear him for his sake.

"Yeah so on my phone im playing it but this version is harder."

"OHHH i wanna try!" Klee said exitedly!

Jean stoped her "Klee, the creators device is a holy one, so we cant just ask them to give it to us for our desires."

"Actually i dont mind! Does anyone else wanna play?"

The smartest yandere ones were having a light yagami moment ("if i agree to play they might think im a murderer and discard me but if i don't play they will think im avoiding these types of games because im a murderer myself and i would get discarded again. Oh i know, i will wait someone to take the bait and say 'of everyone is playing then i will too' then no one will suspect me hahahahHAHAHA İTS ALL ACORDİNG TO PLAN-)

"İm... Sorry your Grace but... İ think i will just watch." The depressed Yaksha said, he hates to dissapoint you but he doesnt want to kill people that he concidered friends, even if its fake.

Zhongli looked at you and his gaze softened.

"İ shall join if Your highness would join as well."

"But of course!!" There is no way you're going to miss THİS OPPORTUNİTY.

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The game.

This isn't the game where you taught them how to play. (Which... Took like.... 3 whole days. İm not writing that)

Yae and Venti (a dangerous duo smh) asked for your permision to make the event prised. You agreed, this might make things more fun! They didn't told you what it was though.

PLAYERS: ChildE, Bombombaku (Klee), windbornbard (Venti), foxlady (Yae miko), Rockhead (zhongli(venti messed it up)), (your choise of player name), COOLGUY (itto), Al Haitham, Ei, Dreamy (Nahida)

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İt started as you being a crewmate. The god team were immediatly on your side, attempting to keep an eye on you. But as soon as you shot them an angry glare from across the room, they left you alone.

you were a bit worried that the imposter was going to get too scared and not kill you for the whole game just because you are the creator, and having the gods in Real life be at your Side even in the game might scare them even more.

You watched as rockhead leave the caffeteria, Ei going to the opposite direction from him. But windbornbard did not move at all. Not even an inch.

You made your character walk up to him, wondering if he is having connection problems, just as you tried to get him to move, he killed you and ran away.

..... That smart mother fu-

Honestly, you weren't mad at all, (just a bit if you game rage alot like me) because this could help to ease tention in the first few rounds.

You followed windbornbard a little, wondering if he is going to get another kill. You both passed the boiler room and through security camera room. Seeing other players and fake tasking.

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DEAD BODY FOUND

Your toughts were cut short as they discovered COOLGUY's body.

Windbornbard gasped "the creator is dead?!"

Your throne room was filled with whispers, and angry mumbling, completely forgetting that COOLGUY is also dead (poor itto).

"Who would dare such a thing?! İ tought the gods were going to be at their Side the whole game!" ChildE said panicing, as if you actually got killed.

Al haitham picked on quickly, "if there was an agreement on protecting them. That can only mean that one of the archons is the traitor."

"Maybe, both of the imposters are gods?" Foxlady spoke in her teasing voice, profably to see Ei's reaction. "After all, theres only one way that they can get away with this, trap them and leave no witnesses behind."

"What you are saying is unlikely," Dreamy objected. "if that were the case, one of the archons would be dead as well, as all of us promised to protect them, one of us would have to witness the murder and the second imposter would kill the other god."

"Uhhhh... Guys?? İm also dead??? HELLO???"

Rockhead cutted in. "Sadly, we cant make any assumptions on who killed our creator, since we all parted ways to do our tasks by ourselves when..." He trailed off in the end, Coughing to hide his emberrasment, he didnt want to admit that he got scared.

"Then im voting to skip the vote." Windbornbard said. Someone find this man, you can't deal with his smug face if he wins!!

And thus, everyone skiped the meeting an no one got voted out.

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Next round you decided to do your tasks. That might help the crew a bit. While you go through the corridors you noticed Al haitham and windbornbard is going to somewhere together, and its not the first time you caught them walking Side by side. You're not sure if Al haitham got suspicious of venti or he is an imposter as well. Either way its an interesting duo. Maybe you should check the cameras.

You went to security room and looked through.

Blockhead was standing in the corridor, watchin Ei from a distance.

ChildE was avoiding everyone, immideatly leaving if the room has a player inside, he is taking it so seriously, he is profably not an imposter, you thought.

Klee was getting in and out of the rooms, Following random people and waiting just besides the door. İt suspicious but it could be that she is just exited to play.

You closed the security camera window, and looked across the real world room instead.

İtto placed the phone you gave him to his side and crossed his arms, pouting because he was the first one to die. Trying to look at other peoples phones from where he stood, to find the other imposter.

You could see the sweats forming at zhongli's forehead. He was SUPER concentrated. Why was he, amongst all of the other acolytes, being so serious about it anyway?

You looked at the traitor, who realised you were looking at him and smiled at you. You smiled back, at least one of them is having fun!

Suddenly his smile grew bigger and went back to his phone. Uh-oh he has an idea doesnt he.

EMERGENCY MEETİNG

"AL HAİTAM STOP FOLLOWİNG ME" he partly screamed.

"You misunderstand me, i was just following to make sure you are not a traitor."

"Oh realy?! Then explain why while we were in the room to the east, the doors were locked and you started to chase me?"

"...that did not happen."

Foxlady cutted in "now that you mention it, i do remember that one of the rooms that had my tasks was blocked by a door."

"İM VOTİNG AL HAİTHAM" windbornbard said. İts all going acording to plan hehehehehe. Some other started to back him up as well.

"Wait."

Everyone in the room turned to Blockhead.

"İ understand that all the evidence seems to be targeting hım. But i know my bard friend here for quite long, i can tell when he is being serious." He looked at windbornbard, "could it be that you are trying to blame Al Haitham for your crimes against our creator?"

"You seem to have quite the imagination old friend" he said calmly, imitiating him "it is as you say, we've known eachother for a few thousand years after all. So i too, can read your emotions."

Venti once again turned to you "your highness said so themselves, it is just a game afterall, so theres no need for me to treat it as a war between rivals. Of course im not in my serious mood."

He turned back to him "now thats out of the way, i must ask, why did you gets so offensive and tried to protect Al Haitham? Kind of... What was the world? SUS? don't you think?"

You almost burst out laughing, it was so funny hearing it from him, he sounded like a grandpa who is learning internet lingo, despite his youmg voice.

"Are you suggesting that, i am the one who killed the creator?"

"Now i didn't say that, you could be the one that killed 'COOLGUY', since you have strick policies when it comes to the creator."

They glared at eachother while Ei voiced her opinion. "What bard sais sounds very belivable, while mr Zhongli also made a convincing point. İ suggest that we vote Al Haitham, and if he does turn out to be an imposter, we can figure out from there."

"Well, it seems i can't get myself out of this one even if i try. İt was a very fun game." Haitham sighed. He accepted defeat, just like that? This isn't like him.

"İ expected for you to fight a bit more over this, not gonna lie"

"İ was more interested in the gameplay, rather than the prize itself. So being able to see the working mechanics was enough for me."

"Ah i see, maybe i can teach you sometime?" You asked innocently, not caring of the angry glares that turned to him as soon as you said that.

"İ belive the academia would bother us as soon as we got out, so that wouldnt be productive." He crossed his arms, knowing that this knowladge could profably get him killed. "But i do appriciate the tought, thank you, your highness"

Everyone hold their breath as the result was written in the stars.

AL HAİTHAM WAS THE İMPOSTER

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Everyone, including the ghosts stayed in the positions they spawned in. What now? Do they do an emergency meeting again and vote zhongli off? But is this right to assume right away? Should they wait a bit longer for evidence?

Before the meeting cooldown ends, everyone finally made up their mind. They all went back to their tasks.

You almost finished all of them, but the bar was only half full. Acolytes are too busy trying to find the last imposter that everyone seem to forget doing tasks causes instant win.

This round was worse, the lights go out, random doors closing and opening, causing panic among people, but venti was nowhere to be seen. Maybe he is doing this because he paniced, He has to kill 6 players all by himself afterall.

EMERGENCY MEETİNG

Ei, Klee and Dreamy died

"hOLY shit- 3 people died?!" İtto screamed.

"This can only mean one thing.." childE said, he was the one that pressed the meeting button. "Mr. Zhongli, care to explain?"

Everyone in the room looked at both of them

"İm not sure what you mean, Childe, would you be as kind as to enlighten me?" He said calmly, but it was obvious that he was getting irritated.

"The whole round, the rooms were randomly opening and closing. İ can tell that was a trap to create confusion, windbornbard has experianced the same thing. Only the smart ones that are experianced with faking their identities can think of this trick."

Oh this was a personal attack-

"İ agree with your opinion, however, i suggest that you choose the next words carefully, afterall, there is only 3 players left. İf we happen to fail finding the imposter now. We might not win this game."

Foxlady stoped both of them, realising this conversation contains topics from Real life"now now, lets not fight, even though the prize is grand, it is just a game after all."

Yeah what is the prize anyway?

She added "But i must say, what you said is quite right, only the ones that has an experiance to fake their identities can in fact create confusion skillfully"

"See? She agrees with me-"

"Hey now, have some manners. Don't you know that it's rude to interrupt while a lady is speaking?" She teased. ChildE cursed himself for being overly exited while she continued;

"However, the reasoning for you to claim blockhead- ah i meant Mr Zhongli- is an imposter is not realy a strong one. Since everyone in this room have experianced acting as another person."

Venti jumped in "yeah, aren't YOU the one that uses a fake identity in the first place? Harbinger of shneznaya?"

"How curious," zhongli added "blaming people is exactly what the imposter would do. İf i hadn't known better, i would have said that you are the imposter that is trying to cover up."

Yae raised a Brow "hmm? Do you have something else to say?"

"Not that it matters of course, but i have noticed that my usually talkative friend seem to be rather silent." He eyed Venti "And we have accused hım for being an imposter before."

"İm just watching, as you guys make this whole game about yourselves. İ have been having fun with my tasks!"

"Oh realy?" Yae teased, "what was the last task that you have done?"

"İ... Uh... The wires?"

"Which ones?"

"İn the.... Upper part of the ship."

"İs there even wires on there?"

"Yes there is! İ meant the caffeteria!"

"You were having fun with matching colors? My aren't you childish~"

"İ uhh well- you asked me the last task i've done! Not my favorite one!"

"Why are you stuttering bard?" Zhongli pressed on.

"You never got questioned by the shrine Maiden?! She is scary" he whispered

"Of course not, unlike you, i am not someone that causes trouble."

"OH come on! Why are you all mean to me all of a sudden?!"

"Yeah im voting him." Said childE.

"İm only voting for you because you told me im scary and that hurt my feelings" she laughed.

"Well, Barbatos, any last words?"

"İ was sooo close, thats not fair ;;"

WİNDBORNBARD WAS THE İMPOSTER.

Crewmates win!!

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Childe stoped you from leaving. "Your highness, do you have a moment?"

"İ guess? What is it?"

"Since this competition doesnt realy have öne winner. How do we know who won?"

"Zhongli, Yae miko and you won, because all of you survived untill the end."

"....does that mean you will go on a date with all of us..?"

"Wait what-? A date??"

"Fox lady said that the winner is going to have a date with you."

"İ DİDN'T KNOW THAT????"

"THEY DİDNT TOLD YOU?!"

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The whole tevat was mourning their loss. The day you were killed by the hands of someone they knew you held dear, there were offerings to your shrine, silent appologies were made.

The weather was rainy, as the world cried with your followers.

This is the scene you were greated with as you walked towards the shrine that made for you, after giving the winner the... Prize...

"Uhh guys.. im not dead?"

"Sometimes we can still hear their voice..."

Your acolytes was eternaly happy for your short visit ("guys i didn't leave-"). You never died. Anyone could still feel your presence when they looked at the sky, to the infinity.

You are the

İnfinity.

The undying one...

"Oh your Grace welcome how have you been? :D"

"The game was fun and all, but do you guys have to make everything dramatic?"

"Speaking of the game, were you the one that found the imposter? But got killed because of it? "

"Man i wish. Maybe next time i won't die immediatly!"

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[unreliablenarratorpoll]

welcome to the unreliable narrator smackdown! a character tournament for narrators who mislead, deceive, and perhaps even get caught up in their own webs. characters who only know how to eat hot chip and lie. characters who make you say....

submit characters here, with a tentative deadline of 4/27. you can submit any fictional character so long as they are 1. a narrator and 2. an unreliable one. the character you submit doesnt have to be a good person, but please use your head and your common sense.

I'll be vetting submissions personally, with the aim of eliminating ill-fitting or overly heinous characters, and characters from dumb crud i hate. if your character gets eliminated on these grounds, or on other secret grounds known only to me, please dont be too upset. this is just for fun. thanks in advance for keeping things chill.

good luck to you all!

[yarrowace]

hiiiiii it’s random gush about my d&d characters time because i love them

Coal Scarpadia (he/they): Earth Genasi Fighter

Art by felinetrickster

my very first d&d pc, and a big anxious sweetheart with self-worth issues. he got stuck fighting undead while trying to win a scholarship spot at a magic school, and fell hard and fast for a dragonborn wizard 🧡

Brunhilda “Bruny” Bruins (she/her): Zealot Barbarian Harengon

Art by topbananajam

the bounciest, cutesiest lil bunbarian you ever did see. she helped uncover a conspiracy with her new besties and then teamed up on a resurrection quest with the folks who killed her old boss. #1 sales associate for 23 months running (and only)

“Honest” Etterheim (he/him): Tempest Cleric Air Genasi

Art by topbananajam

ohh, my beautifully tragic sad boy. cleric of the truth god, but scarred by her enemy the storm god, he’d had a rough time in love and life even before he joined a criminal crew, but he managed to reconcile with his own truths in the end (and also kill a dragon but whatevs)

Vida Sunheel (she/they): Fey Wanderer Ranger/Hexblade Warlock Tiefling

Art by @charliv-illustration

my current pc, and a delightful mess. all they know is shoot arrow, eat hot chip, and lie. definitely has no underlying issues to address 🩷

[vhagar-aemond]

Hi there 🙋🏻‍♀️! Just saw you're taking requests, so I thought I'd place one for Daemon x female reader where he comforts her as she suffers an illness/difficult (menstrual) period.

Really glad to see another writer join the HOTD gang, have a lovely day 💐

Thank you so much for the request! I’m excited to be a part of this writing community at last😊. I hope you like this! Warnings: not beta read, blood (period), fluff, slight nudity

Around noon, sudden nausea overcame you, and the familiar intense pain in your abdomen began. It felt like daggers trying to escape you from the inside, leaving you hunched over on your bed with each throbbing wave. You lie squirming in bed, weeping at the ache, unable to find words to call for anyone. Your thoughts remained on your lover, Daemon. He had initially made plans for you and him to go dragon-riding today and probably wondered why you hadn’t made the trip to the dragon pit by now. With all the throbbing in your head, you could hardly make out all the shouting in the halls until your bedroom door burst open. Daemon scanned the room until he saw your hunched form on the bed and the faint tint of red that now painted the bedsheets. His eyes widened in concern as he drew dark sister, looking around. “My love, what has happened here? Who has hurt you?” he asks cautiously. The pillow beneath you was the only thing keeping you steady as another wave of pain started. You had only whispered that you weren’t hurt until Daemon finally understood what was happening. He knew you had terrible moon cycles and would usually tend to your needs when he could. Seeing you struggling without the help of medicine brought the anger out of him. “Why hasn’t she been given a tonic for her pains? Where have you all been as she suffers!?” Daemon almost shouts. The servants bowed apologetically as they scurried about to comfort you. Daemon took his place beside you, rubbing soothing circles along your upper and lower back as he kissed your temple. “While you’re at it, draw her a hot bath,” he commands. The sudden smell of fresh food clouded your senses, making your mouth water, but the pain demanded you stay still. “My love, you must try to eat. It’ll make you feel better—look, it’s your favorite honey-coated chips,” he says, helping you sit up. He made a plate for you full of other favorites, then made you drink the fresh tonic afterward. Once the bath was ready, he excused the servants, helping you undress instead, then led you into the perfect hot water. Your pains slowly faded with each passing hour while he sat behind you, rubbing your back. His light kisses along your neck and shoulder made you hum in bliss as he held you in his arms for your pure comfort. “You’re too good to me,” you finally say. “I’m sorry we couldn’t go dragon-riding as you planned.” “Not to worry,” he chuckles. “Your painful blooming only means you’ll be ready and fertile next week. And you’ll be riding a dragon in thanks then.” You turn to face him with a slap against his naked chest while you both share a laugh. He continued caring for you for the next few days until you were anew—and kept his promise the following week.

[oodlyenough]

aa5 update while i'm thinking of it:

finished 5-3 turnabout academy the other week and honestly i enjoyed the hell out of that entire case, lol. i thought the npcs were all funny (robin is the MVP), a lot of the reveals were hilarious, i am dual destinies klavier's #1 fan apparently.

assigned prosecutor at birth

the lore of Law High School was something i'd seen mentioned in fandom sometimes and i always rolled my eyes at how stupid it was but in true ace attorney fashion it was in fact SO stupid it came all the way around to being hilarious. themis pumping out under-educated self-described prodigies who only know how to eat hot chip, forge evidence and lie. funny as hell. junie and apollo's weird oedipal moment right in front of klavier and athena's salads was hysterical.

i love the idea that japanifornia has stricter age limits for being a crane operator than for being a lawyer or a judge. hugh the 25 year old deciding to go to themis instead of ... regular law school.... so he could experience the triumphs and defeats, the epic highs and lows of high school mock trials is funny as all hell

athena's ptsd sprites are pretty haunting looking, i have to say.

have since started 5-4 turnabout cosmos and so far it's not quite as bonkers fun but i'm enjoying it ok. more under the cut:

it feels like we're finally going somewhere and building to something, with athena lore and apollo lore and blackquill lore, etc. i remain ambivalent to simon but i am thrilled to have finally met his hotter meaner gayer sister and i can't wait for more of her. truly what dual destinies has lacked to this point is a mean woman. deliver me, aura.

unfortunately all the clay-apollo lore is goofy as hell to me, but "goofy" is still more enjoyable than "boring" so i'll take it. the "i'm fine!!!!" thing is IMO a classic example of when a prequel tries to explain something that never needed explaining. it's just not that poignant of a phrase to make the crux of this relationship, and clay never being mentioned before is so mels pond/Jack Black in that one episode of Community-core.

ah yes, we all remember that classic scene from ace attorney 4: apollo justice where apollo talks to his best friend clay.

finally: this is the funniest thing they could possibly have written to follow up on a game that ended with apollo's long lost mother knowing exactly who he and trucy are ...and fucking off out of the country to sell albums without ever telling him.

why do we bash deadbeat moms for not being there for their kids and never question if the child has bad vibes or is unpleasant to be around

a lot of my earlier complaints about DD stand -- primarily and foremost that it's ridiculous how much this game doesn't want to be a game. we are skipping so many opportunities to investigate, to present, to connect the dots ourselves as a player, even fingerprint minigames and stuff like that just get auto-completed by athena. i like athena as a character, but i have to wonder if part of the "mary sue" criticism i've sometimes seen is just misguided frustration about how much she autonomously solves puzzles for the player instead of letting the player participate lol.

but considering how much i really thought 5-2 monstrous turnabout was just. like. absolutely brutal. a devastating low point for the franchise ... at least 5-3 and, to this point, 5-4 are more interesting. thank god

[missmielyhoran]

Baby Honey (3)

in which Y/N is visiting home, Harry is jealous and everyone is confused

(A/N- This chapter was getting too long so I divided it into two part, 3.5 will be up on tuesday)

[Warnings- ANGST, arguing, swearing like a lot, vomiting, nausea, fainting, body shaming, tiny bit slut shaming, insecurities, mommy issues...it's a whole jammed pack chapter]

Masterlist \\ Part 3 ig

Turned out crying your eyes out in the middle of street on a blazing cold night can get you sick. Surprise to no one else but you!

It's had been 4 days or maybe more you didn't know. When you calmed down on Sunday night (or Monday morning) and walked back home it was almost 2 am. You had no energy to do anything so with puffy eyes and numb limbs you took off your shoes and fell on the bed with same clothes and slept.

You slept like a baby until you heard someone banging on the door. You knew who it was but you didn't have any intention to talk to him.

You stayed still in your bed like your movement would tell him you were inside which was dumb cause, of course, he knew that's why he was banging on the door first place. You just laid there under the warm duvet a bit too warm but you felt like you couldn't move. Your body was covered in sweat, your lips were chipped and dry, and your eyes were puffy and burning.

You somehow found enough strength to take off your hoodie and turn to lie on your back. The cold air hitting your naked skin felt like heaven but soon a chill ran down your spine and you were pulling the duvet up to cover yourself.

The knocking on the door went on for 2 days at regular imtervals. It would start in morning around 8 am and would stop half an hour later and then there would a drunk falling of your name in evening probably him coming home from work. You hated seeing him like this but you also had to protect your heart.

Monday was spent by him ringing your phone and leaving message after message to the point you switched off your phone which was not an intelligent move cause you almost passed out while trying to make tea. Tuesday was the same; nothing got better, neither your cold nor broken friendship nor the calling and banging on the door.

You were angry. A lot angry and it was not mainly because he slept with her cause yes, you don't like her and yes, it hurt a lot to see her standing there in his tshirt, with messy hair. Thinking about what they could've been doing moments before made you nauseous. You were used to it though. It was earlier in friendship you realized Harry was beautiful and everyone could see it not only you. He wasn't yours to possess over.

What made you angry was that he lied. He lied about going out with boys to the bar. At first, you thought maybe they found each other at a bar or something, in denial that your best friend could ever hurt you like that but when you opened Instagram and saw a bunch of pictures of them being all touchy in a restaurant, you knew.

You hated being lied to and he knew that. You told him about every moment you were lied to by your parents and how much it hurt and he still did it. He put your friendship at stake to go on a date with her and that broke your heart what broke your heart more was the fact that he loved her so much that he was willing to lose you. The mere thought of losing him bought tears to your eyes.

Every small moment you ever had with him played in your head like a movie. The cuddling during the movies, him putting hands around your shoulder rubbing slightly during sad parts to let you know he was there, calming you down whenever you cried for no reason, telling you that you look pretty even if you're in the oldest rattiest t-shirt with eyebags under your eyes. Was it all a lie?

It was third day you properly tried to get up from bed not just to use toilet or eat plain bread. You got up and took a nice hot shower changed your clothes and it felt a lot better. You tried to make yourself some omelet but ended up with scrambled eggs. You smiled at the thought of how if Harry was there he would've teased you to no end about it but would have never let you eat the half cooked and somehow also burned eggs.

You ate your breakfast but to no gain cause soon enough you were throwing up again and your fever was back. So back to bed it was.

On the fourth day of you being sick and mopping that you decided to call your sister. Your sister was a mother hen much like Harry, she was more of your mother than your actual mother could've been. Before you could call you heard someone open the door to the apartment and only one person had keys to your apartment, Bella.

"Oh poor baby" She dropped her purse and what you could make out was a bag full of groceries and walked towards you pulling you into a hug.

"Fuck off" you grumbled, her strong grip on your body making it hard to breathe. Being sick made you grumpy every since you were a kid. You hated being in one place so, whenever you would catch cold or hurt yourself whole time you would sit around house with pout on face snapping on anyone who came.

Bella was immune to it. She didn't care how snotty your tshirt was or that she could get sick from you no, she would be there next to you cuddling you. It felt nice but you would never tell her that.

She snorts shaking her head. "Come on up" She helped you sit up on bed with pillows behind your back. "Why didn't you call me?" She asked her eyes flicking between yours.

"I'm fine" You mummbled averting your gaze, picking up on skin around your nails. She takes your hand in hers to stop you from ruining your cuticles.

"Y/N" She said using her mom voice making you sigh. "Harry was worried about you. He said you are not picking up his calls for past 3 days" You scoffed rolling your eyes. She took out some medicines from purse and gave them to you. You swallowed the pills with water on your bedside table.

"What's that supposed to be about" Bella asked you pointing towards your attitude. You turned to face her and saw her eyebrows furrowed with piercing gaze on you. It's the first time since she came here that she saw your eyes, they were red like you haven't been sleeping, the bags under your eyes were dark and swollen. Your visions turned blurry as soon as she asked.

Bella quickly scrambled towards you cuddling you into her side. "He lied to me" You said with broken voice. "I have already been lied to so many people, why did he also got to be on that list" You were fully crying now. You told her everything in between hiccups and breaths. By the time you were done your body was exhausted.

Maybe it was cause you finally got everything off your chest or maybe it was medicines effect or maybe it was the comforting warmth of your sister but you fell into deep sleep.

Bella walked out of your room after tucking you in and wiped her eyes. She hated seeing you cry, you were like her little baby. She texted Matt and told him she was staying at yours until you got better. He told her he would be there to visit you after work and would bring some change clothes for her also.

Bella decided to cook some food knowing you would be hungry after waking up. She cleaned the dishes in sink first and then started preparing some soup for you when her phone rang. Thinking it was Matt facetiming she picked it up and perched it up against the toaster and resumed her cooking.

"Hello" Harry's voice rang through the silent apartment. Bella went stiff for a second having all mind to start yelling at him but refrained herself.

"What do you want Harry?" She said without even looking at the phone screen. She heard Harry sigh on the other side of line probably running hand through his hair.

"How is she? Why wasn't she answering me?" He asked, from his coice she could tell he was concerned and a part of her wanted to end call but she couldn't.

"Fine now. She had really bad fever, I think she caught cold" She said turning off the gas to talk to him. "And even if she wasn't sick I don't think she would have answered you anyway"

"She told you?" He asked and she just replied with small 'yes'. "Look I didn't mean to lie and I didn't even knew-"

"Save it Harry" Bella cut him off, "I'm not the one you should be apologizing to" She told him.

"She won't talk to me! How am I supposed to apologize or tell my side of things?" He said increasing his voice earning a glare from her. Even though phone she terrified Harry.

"And you think telling me would solve things? I'm not going to play cupid here, you made your mess now clean it. She will talk to you when she wants to" With that she ended the call.

She knew it was a bullshit lie when she said she wouldn't be playing cupid cause ofcourse she will. She knew her sister loved Harry and Harry loved her sister everyone knew that apart from them or maybe they knew but were too afraid to admit.

Her phone started ringing again just after she put it down flashing the same name with silly picture. "What now H?" She sighed.

"Can I see her please? Don't have to talk just- want to see if she's okay-I" He stubbled over finding right words to say. He just wanted to see you, it felt like dying being ignored by you not seeing your face. He needed his daily dose of Y/N.

Bella gave him a nod and walked towards your room cracking door open a bit. Bella flipped the camera and his screen showed you pretty face smushed against the pillow, lips slightly parted with drool running down your face it made him smile, but then he also saw the puffiness and redness of your face made his smile fall.

If this was you better he didn't want to imagine how you would have looked before. His heart was hurting and he was trying so hard not to cry cause he was at work and his cubicle was made of glass and all the employees would see their boss cry.

He fucked up real bad he knew that. He just hoped you would give him a last chance.

*****

You were lot better the next day. Still a bit weak from little to no eating and throwing up all that did go inside you. Bella went office after making breakfast for you and herself promising to check up on you on her way back.

You took shower, brushed your teeth and did your whole skincare. You were stripping sheets off your bed when your phone rang. For a second you thought it was Harry and thought of talking to him made you sad but when you picked it up and it was your mum, you wished it was Harry.

"Hello" She spoke on the other side of call, "Hello mom" You replied with the most uninterested tone in world.

"Oh such a pleasure to hear the excitement in your voice darling" You mom said sarcastically. You rolled your eyes and laid down on bed.

"What do you want mom?" You asked pinching the bridge of your nose. You knew she wouldn't have called you if it isn't something in favour of her. Mostly you get news about your mom from your sister cause 'she thought my sister would tell me so she didn't feel need to tell herself' when in reality she forgot she had two daughters not one.

"Why? I can't call to talk to my daughter?" She asked getting defensive. You laughed a genuine loud laugh left you mouth your hand flew to your mouth muffling the sound.

"Sure mom. When's my birthday?" You asked chuckling.

"I called you cause I want you home by evening" She said ignoring the question. You twisted your head upward to look at the digital clock on bedside table. It was 10 in morning you have to be out of the house by 11 if you wanted to be there on time.

"Why?" You asked sitting up on bed. You leaned forward staring at the brown floorboards making mental lists of things you will need. You could argue all you wanted but there was still fear of her inside you which made you dare not to disobey her.

"Nothing I just want my kids home" She said, "You sister will be here tomorrow morning" And with matter-of-fact statement she said goodbye and ended the call. You cursed your sister, she always got out of this because she had "real job" and you didn't.

*****

It was pain in ass to rent a car last minute but you finally succeeded. You quickly packed up necessary amount of clothes, some makeup and basic skincare. You put on a oversize light blue swearshirt over white highneck and some black flare pants with white sneakers.

Your phone lit up as your alarm went off, you took your purse and you were out of your door before you knew it. It was a little more than 6 hours drive to your mom's house, so on your way you also took some strawberries with you to eat as snack.

You picked up the car and threw you bag in trunk and your purse in backseat. You connected your phone and put spotify on shuffle, Tornado Warning by Sabrina Carpenter started playing and you thought if universe was always like this or being special bitch to you today.

You stopped at red light in front of Harry's apartment building and for reason you hoped the lights would be on but they weren't. He was probably at work. Was he overworking? He had tendency to do that whenever he was stressed or trying to avoid something and seeing as he was drunk you were worried. For a second you thought maybe he was at her place and thought made you want to crawl out of your skin.

You didn't realize you were crying until a car honked behind you and your vision was all blurry. You quickly wiped your eyes and drove.

On other hand Harry was a nervous mess on work. He was helping his father with his buisness until his music carrier becomes stable enough. He had a lot to do so, soo much paperwork but all he could think was you.

Was you fever better? Did you eat? What if you fainted again and cracked you head open who would save you? Random thoughts were going through his brain. He stood up from his chair and decided to take a breather, maybe he will call Bella and ask about you again.

Sun was setting down when you saw the familiar place come nearer and nearer. You saw the park, the houses you went to play. You touched up your makeup a bit before nearing your mom's house. Half an hour later you were taking out your bag from thr trunk of car. You ran up the couple stairs to the familiar brown door.

You knocked on door hoping your mom to open it and atleast greet you but no it was Elvin who you saw, your gardener. Both of you exchanged smiles, he took your bag and brought it up to your old room. Atleast your room was same, same yellow walls filled with posters of various movies and bands, a couple photos with your friends and sister hung up, the same bed you spent half of your life on.

You finally decided to look for your mom. Walking down the stairs brought you a sense of deja vu, remembering how the last time you walked down these stairs 4 years ago, how pissed your mom was that you were moving in with your then boyfriend. Atleast she was right about him and you hated it.

Moving in with Jake was nice at first it was a lot of sex and cuddling just happy moments, two teenagers in love but as the time went by things started to get ugly.

First was you noticed how much he used to lie, even small things like breaking glass he would lie about. You didn't mind at first, when he would say you broke the glass or dishes which you clearly didn't you ignored it. Then that progressed to him cheating on you and then accusing you of cheating on him and not loving him enough that he had to search for it outside, bunch of bullshit. Not to mention his constant drinking you could think of a moment he was sober after 6 month mark of moving in.

You found your mom sitting on back porch talking to someone on phone. "Mom" You called out, getting her attention. She turned around saw you standing in middle of porch, she ended the call and walked near you. Both of you didn't know what to do or say, hug? too much, hand shake? it wasn't a bloody office meeting so, you sticked to small smile.

"How are you?" You asked playing with end of your sleeves, you eyes darted down to it noticing she was doing same.

"Been fine. You?" She asked you returning the small smile. "Good" You replied, "The garden is looking good" you complimented filling the awkward silence.

"Yeah, you know Elvin works his magic" she said chuckling. You hummed letting out a breathy laugh. The silence was awkward again both of you ran out of things to say.

"I will go fresh up" You said pointing your thumb towards the stairs.

"Yeah I will call you for dinner" She said quickly and moved towards kitchen. You sighed and went upstairs.

*****

You were sitting on the bed with your back to the headboard with your phone in hand reading the texts from him. The series of texts different variations of sorry's and pleas to hear him out.

You wanted to hear him out but at the same time, you didn't. You wanted him to suffer but you also loved him. You decided to text him back you wrote and then deleted messages multiple times until you sticked to the smile, 'we need to talk' but before you could you heard your mom call you from downstairs.

Harry on the other side saw the three typing bubble pop up and had a flicker of hope burn in him. You were finally replying to him! He jumped from where he was seated in Mitch's apartment knocking off his guitar but then the bubble disappeared and so did his hope.

"Yeah?" You asked walking down. "Can you go out and get some things from the shop around the corner? I would have told Elvin but he went home and it's the least you could do staying here" She said writing something on a piece of paper.

"Sure" You said rolling your eyes. You took the paper from her hand and put on shoes and a coat. The temperature had dropped from before making it a lot chillier.

You shivered slightly wrapping the coat around you tighter, you still had the effect of fever and maybe it wasn't so smart to get out of the house. With quick steps, you walked down the street and saw the familiar bright sign.

The bell above the door rang when you opened the door. You took the basket near the entry and started to pick up items written on the list. You were in a pickle aisle searching for the one your mom asked for when you heard a gasp behind you. You turned around to see Ashton.

"Y/N!" "Ash" Both of you squealed in a high-pitched voice like high school girls. Ashton and you were best friends since middle school considering you both got bullied badly it became something you bonded over but after you left the connection got lost but you were happy to see him.

"Where have you been?" He asked hugging you tightly as you hugged him back.

"Actually I know what you have been up to, I watch your youtube channel" He said. You laughed lightly and broke the hug.

"What have you been up to?" You asked him seeing him shrug. "Same old helping mom with her bakery"

You talked to him for a few more minutes but it was getting late so, both of you decided to part ways. He walked with you outside after paying for the stuff.

"Listen we're all hanging out at the lake, even Rohan is here you need to come" He said.

"Rohan? When did he came back?" You asked.

"Yesterday I think his dad called. All of us are catching up at our old spot, you need to come please" He whined dragging the e. You gave in and said you would be there.

On your way back home your thoughts were all over the place. You, Rohan, Ashton and Serra were all one group, but then Rohan and Serra moved away after their parents got divorced and their mom got custody. Your friend group wasn't the same after that it was one reason you moved away.

You were excited to see everyone though. For a second you forgot about everything with Harry and just thought about how you could have fun like you used to with your childhood friends. Then came nervousness cause what if they had changed? It's been so long people are bound to change but you put that thought aside and slipped your way back home.

*****

Your sister came home in the morning when you were still asleep considering it was six am. You met her when you went downstairs for breakfast, she asked how your fever was and you told her it was good.

"Some guests are coming over I need you both ready before 11" Your mom said. She was already dressed to nine, her hair curled with a long floral dress and makeup a bit up than her regular one.

"Who? You didn't tell us anything?" I asked shoving pancake as fast as you could so you could go and get ready.

"I'm telling you now, be grateful," She said sending you a glare from her spot. "And eat like a human not a pig" She scoffed. Your appetite was last after hearing her so you took your plate and left it outside on the back porch for Charlie to eat (He was an old lady's dog who roams around the neighbourhood asking for pets and food).

You went upstairs and took out the first dress you could find in your bag. Taking a warm shower you put on your dress. It was a short black sundress with red polka dots all over. Doing light makeup you decided to put on some matching lipstick with your dress, it was more of a lip tint.

Your boots clicked on the wooden floor as you walked down. Your sister was wearing a red off-shoulder top with mom jeans.

"Hey we match" You exclaimed looking at her. She laughed and decided to take some pictures. You were looking through the pictures when your mom came out of the kitchen and her eyes went straight at you and she didn't look pleased.

"Seriously?" She said. You looked at her confused, "One day, one day you couldn't wear something appropriate and not slut yourself out" She said, "I have an honourable man gentleman coming over which I wanted you both to meet and my daughter is dressed like a slut"

She was pinching her eyebrows while you stood there taking everything she was saying in. "Can you do one thing right? You were shit at school running around with boys doing lord knows what, then you didn't go to college, hell you can't even find a boyfriend for fuck's sake like make my life easier for a second!"

Your eyes filled up with tears but you didn't let them out. The doorbell rang and your mom scurried towards the door she quickly checked her dress fixing her hair while both you and your sister stood there staring at her like she had four heads.

"What's wrong with her?" Your sister asked. "Lord knows" You replied.

Soon you were seated in the living room, your sister beside you on the loveseat while your mom and the man sat beside each other laughing and talking. You and Bella shifted uncomfortably in your seats not understanding what was going on.

Bella cleared her throat after some time to get mom's attention and it did. She looked between you two and then at the man and smiled.

"Y/N, Bella this is Dev" She introduced him to us. The name was familiar to you like you have seen him somewhere before but you couldn't put your finger on it.

"Nice to finally meet you two your mom talk so much about you," he said smiling friendly.

"I hope it's good things" Bella joked earning laughs from everyone except you. You were adding pieces to your brain and if it was what you think it was you would be pissed.

"And he is here because?" You asked. Your mom glared at you, you knew it was a bit rude but you needed to know.

"He's my fiancé" She said nonchalantly. Your mom hooked her hand around the man's bicep and laid her head on his shoulder and you saw the big ring, how could you miss it?

"You didn't tell us you were dating!" Bella and you said together. Your mom only shrugged like it was no big deal. She always did that, she never cared about anyone but herself. When she and your dad were getting divorced she didn't tell both of you so she could hang it on his head and have things go in her favour but your dad was one step ahead and left you saying she can keep the kids.

It was going to affect your whole life and she just shrugged it off. You didn't care if she dated or not or who she dated but it's the fact she was dating and is now engaged she decided to tell. You will have a stepdad and stepsiblings if he has kids!

"Sorry am I late to the party?" A voice said from the doorway of the living room and your eyes bulged out when you saw him.

"Rohan?" "Y/N?"

*****

How did I write so much? Idk. I think I blacked out writing this. Also I manifested a fever cause I'm burning like I'm in Satan's ass.

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B-b-but you don't get it!!! Sexualising is bad and a villain move only when a SLUTTY WOMAN does it!!!! It shows that they are not funny and not worthy of being clowns and that they are winning the audience over by being SLUTTY WHORES and exploiting their sexuality!!! Unlike bby boy Fitz who was nice cutie patootie to a disabled child. 🥺🥺

That's because woman are sluts and whores who just want to show their tits and eat hot chip and lie, but Fizz is good and nice and that's what Vivzie told me I should think!