#whoops this was drafted and forgotten about

[wolves-in-the-world]

grimly coming to realise that there is no good Ao3 tag for just writing whatever the fuck I want to write, kicking it out into the world, and calling after "it's not romantic, though!"

[outoftheirdifferences]

Just been writing a Gosalyn post - though it won't be out of the queue until next week - but it's got me thinking that I'd love it if Gos could get some friends her own age.

In canon she's got Honker, of course; but on the blog she doesn't really have anyone like that so far. I love her interactions with Drake and XR and Launchpad, of course! But it'd be cool to get her bouncing off some fellow kids too.

If anyone's got a character who'd like to befriend her...? ^^

(I'd be open to human kid characters too! DWD has a couple of episodes that see the cast interact with humans after all, e.g. A Star is Scorned, so I can easily say the interactions exist in that world!)

[hyuckiefluff]

drunk in you | mark lee

pairing: mark lee x fem!reader genre: best friends to lovers word count: 1.9k ish warnings: alcohol consumption, cursing, suggestive language, reader is down bad for mark (aren’t we all), implications of drunk sex summary: was Mark Lee’s new haircut really the drop that would tip the glass over and make you spill how you really feel about him?… Well, the haircut and also the alcohol. author's note: i’m backk!! srry for disappearing for *checks calendar* two months lol this has been sitting in my drafts since mark cut his hair aaand i wanted to post it for his bday so let’s pretend im not 3 days late! HAPPY BDAY MARKIEEE <33 it’s a bit short cuz i felt like i’d have to make a second part if i wanted to add smut to yknow fully get into it lol idk but consider this a little teaser and if it doesn’t flop I’ll post a second part :)

part 2

A sudden burst of bright light pierced through your closed eyelids, jolting you awake from the deep sleep you were in. As you gradually became aware of your surroundings, you couldn't ignore the soreness in your muscles and the strange stickiness between your legs. However, it was the foreign hand resting right on top of your ass that sent alarm bells ringing through your mind. Your eyes shot open, and regret instantly washed over you as a pulsating pain hammered at your head.

"What the fuck..." you groaned, attempting to focus your blurry vision and make sense of the situation. Upon looking around, you realized that you were in the guys' dorm, more specifically, in Mark's room...

Then it hit you like a ton of bricks.

If you were in Mark's room, then that hand... and the body it belonged to, had to be...

Oh my god, what happened last night?

8 hours earlier…

Drinking with your friends after a grueling week at uni wasn't anything out of the ordinary for you. In fact, it'd be weirder if you were cooped up at home worrying about midterm grades instead of laughing your head off at whatever Jeno just blurted out. First sign that you were drunk, the boy wasn’t even that funny. His neck and ears were flushed crimson, a clear sign that he, too, had indulged in one too many drinks. And there was Jisung, practically glued to Jeno's side, oozing a whole lot of gooey affection that he would vehemently deny once he sobered up. 

Renjun and Haechan were locked in a heated argument on the floor, their voices rising in the air over some trivial matter that would probably be forgotten by morning. Surprisingly, though, they seemed to be the least intoxicated among you. 

Meanwhile, Jaemin was frantically rummaging through the kitchen, his frustrated groans and curses echoing throughout the room. It was clear that his search for more alcohol was proving to be a fruitless endeavor.

Beside you, Chenle was on his phone, engrossed in a replay of the Warriors game. At first glance he doesn’t look drunk, but you knew better. If he were truly sober, he'd be shouting and cursing at his phone screen, venting his frustrations as his beloved team struggled to keep up. Instead, he was lazily sipping from his nearly empty cup while his glossed over eyes remained glued to the screen.

Mark Lee was the only one missing from the group. You sent him a few voice messages letting him know that if he didn’t arrive in the next 10 minutes you would eat his portion of the kimchi jiggae you’d ordered earlier. He responded within seconds with a funny GIF that showed a man running and tripping.

Mark stumbled through the door just a few minutes later. He was soaked from head to toe, his hoodie covering most of his head. He was panting and his shoes were muddy and wet, he got rid of them in the entrance and looked up, clearly out of breath.  But you were already stuffing your face with his food anyways. Whoops. 

Though as soon as he pulled down the hood a chunk of food went down the wrong pipe. You coughed uncontrollably, your chest heaving as you desperately tried to regain your breath.

"Dude!! Are you seriously eating my food?" he exclaimed.

But when he noticed your struggling state, his words trailed off, replaced by genuine worry. "Yo, are you good?" he asked, walking closer to you and patting you in the back.

You managed to nod weakly, staring up at him. 

"Why’re you so late? Oh, new haircut?" Haechan chimed in from the floor.

"Yeah... what's the verdict?" Mark asked, turning his head to the side to better show off the lines of his undercut, his gaze lingering on you. 

So many thoughts raced through your mind but you were unable to form a single word. Mark had had long hair for quite some time now, and it was you who had encouraged him to let it grow. You enjoyed styling it, braiding it, and adorning it with charms—Mark gave you the freedom to do whatever you pleased with his hair. You had grown fond of his long hair, especially after helping nurse it back to health from the damage caused by bleaching and dyeing. Yet now he was sporting short hair and an undercut with edgy designs on the side, and you couldn't help but openly ogle at him. 

He looked hot as fuck.

It’s true that you harbored feelings for Mark that went beyond friendship but you were always able to hide it well and it worked out better this way for both of you (or that’s what you liked to believe). Needless to say you liked him a lot and had for a while so the sight of his new look had sent your emotions spiraling. He showed up merely minutes ago and you already felt so weak at the knees and your brain was fuzzy even though you hadn’t drank that much yet.

"Don't like it," you muttered, hoping your words would deflect attention from the clear shift in your expression. Turning around, you sought refuge on the couch next to Chenle, placing the bowl of food aside. Your stomach was turning weirdly, making it impossible to swallow another bite.

You scolded yourself inwardly for being so dramatic. It was just a haircut. But, god, he looked so good.

In an attempt to calm yourself down, you chugged your cup with soju and let out a big groan after emptying it. The sound catching Chenle’s attention as he peered curiously from his phone. You offered him a closed-lip smile, prompting an intrigued eyebrow raise from him.

Mark was awkwardly standing on the same spot. He was a bit taken aback by your sudden coldness. He definitely picked up on your strange reaction the moment he walked through the door. But he brushed it off.

"Okaay… Well I was late 'cause I was getting the good stuff," Mark explained, his frown replaced by a grin as he pulled out a beer from the bags he was carrying.

"Let's goooo!" Jaemin yelled, returning from the kitchen right on cue as if he some sort of alcohol detector. He eagerly snatched the bags from Mark and made a kissy face to the boy.

The tension eased a bit with Jaemin's infectious enthusiasm, and you decided to not focus on whatever Mark was making you feel right now. The drinks were here, and the good times were about to roll. You made a mental note to sort out your feelings later.

~

Alcohol definitely did not make your situation better. The more you drank the harder it was to keep your thoughts at bay. Mark was now sitting on the single couch in front of you and every little expression or movement he made had you either biting your lip or pressing your thighs together.

Talking about thighs… the shorts he was wearing displayed his muscular legs in a way that was making it quite impossible for you to not devour them with your eyes. God, your brain had turned into that of a hormonal teenage boy. Were you seriously staring at his thighs and imagining how it would feel to ride them?

Haechan came over to you and filled your glass with more Soju. You downed it as soon as he was done pouring it, earning you a weird look from Chenle who had been eyeing you ever since Mark arrived. 

"Okay, what's with you?" Chenle mumbled, the words escaping his lips just loudly enough to capture everyone's attention. Considering you had the noisiest group of friends, all eyes turned your way, including Mark's.

Mark seemed to be getting tipsy; you could tell by the way his big, expressive eyes shimmered even more than usual and the faint blush that adorned his cheeks and neck.

"Hmm?" you managed to reply, your gaze still fixated somewhere on Mark's face. You were completely unaware of the intense amount of attention you were giving him, but Chenle, who was relatively more sober than both of you, picked up on it.

"You're literally looking at Mark like you want to eat him," Chenle chuckled, teasingly calling you out.

"Yeah, what's up with that?" Renjun asked, suddenly intrigued by the topic.

"I am?" you replied, sounding genuinely confused, though your heart raced with thoughts you were about to voice out loud. "Uhm… yeah I kinda do..."

An audible gasp followed, and you knew without looking that it came from Haechan.

Mark's expression remained unreadable, his half-lidded eyes locked on yours, revealing no discernible emotions. Was he weirded out? Normally, you might have felt self-conscious about blurting out something like that, but alcohol had significantly lowered your inhibitions.

"That's a wild thing to say," Haechan interjected with a mix of shock and amusement. "Do you actually wanna tap that?" He pointed at Mark, who was still gazing at you.

"Very much so," you replied nonchalantly, as if discussing the weather, even though you were openly talking about hooking up with your best friend in front of all your other best friends.

"Why don't you come here then?" Mark's words caught you off guard, and you couldn't help but notice the way he shifted, his legs spread invitingly.

You burst into laughter assuming he was only joking to tease you. However, the lack of a reaction from him made you realize he was dead serious. Your eyes locked on his own, reflecting the same desire you had been giving him just moments ago.

The idea of getting up and walking to him, straddling his lap, and kissing him flashed through your mind.

But the moment was interrupted by a voice that snapped both of you out of your trance. "Gross!" Jisung whined, hiding his face in Jeno's back, the older one lazily laughing and patting Jisung's thigh. "Okay, c'mon, I think we've all had enough to drink," he declared, getting up, with Jisung clinging to him. Chenle follow suit also giving you two a slightly disgusted stare.

"Yeah, one more drink for me, and I'm afraid the kimchi jiggae I had earlier might end up all over the carpet," Haechan chimed in, rubbing his stomach before disappearing upstairs.

Renjun also stood up and playfully messed up Mark's hair while saying, "By the way, happy birthday."

You glanced at the table clock and realized it was already 12:01. You had been so excited about Mark's birthday earlier in the day, but the alcohol and the tension between the two of you made you totally forget about it. Gathering your courage, you approached him. He remained sprawled with his legs out, but now he looked up at you, his lips slightly wet, distracting you momentarily.

"Happy birthday, silly," you smiled and awkwardly patted his head, hoping he didn't notice how you pressed your thighs together, trying to ease the uncomfortable ache between your legs.

"What did you get me?" he suddenly asked, and you blinked a few times, your brain struggling to register the extremely flirtatious tone he used.

When you didn't respond immediately, he continued, "Because I can think of one thing I want the most right now," lightly grazing your leg with his hand. You didn't flinch or move away.

"R-really? What is it?" you found yourself stuttering, a reaction that would have made you cringe if you were more sober.

"Come here, and I'll show you," he smirked and with little protest from you, he pulled you onto his lap.

a/n: i have a smut scene ready for this (well it’s in my brain but I’ll squeeze it out if u guys want that second part) soooo comment or simply like this so i know the audience wants it

also yes i did change the title of this but pls disregard that lol

© hyuckiefluff

part 2

[lordsukunas]

boyfriend! yuuta hcs for valentine's day!

happy (early) valentine's day y'all! if ur single, buy urself some chocolate<3 anyway, i hope y'all like this. the ending is rushed... whoops. pls enjoy & here is a song i think fits yuuta :3

boyfriend! yuuta who asks you to be his valentine on the first of feb with a handmade card. he even gives you a little bag of heart-shaped candy.

boyfriend! yuuta whose face flushes when you smile so sweetly at him and agree to be his valentine. he's pretty sure his heart stopped for a good three beats.

boyfriend! yuuta who spends the next thirteen days trying to come up with the perfect gift. of course, he knows you like the back of his hand, so finding a gift shouldn't be difficult. and, well, it isn't. but yuuta wants you to have the perfect gift.

boyfriend! yuuta who buys all of the typical gifts: chocolates, a cuddly teddy bear with a heart, a heart-shaped balloon, and roses.

boyfriend! yuuta who, ever the dutiful lover, asks maki and nobara for advice. both say a hard no to the roses.

"they're so stereotypical. makes it seem like you don't really care, y'know?"

they're tempted to say no to all of his other options, finding them a bit... corny, but the crestfallen look on yuuta's face when they boo the flowers kills any thoughts of disapproving his other options. plus, knowing you, you're bound to like it.

boyfriend! yuuta who takes maki's and nobara's advice to heart. he never wants to neglect you or make you feel unwanted.

boyfriend! yuuta who does his research on the different types of flowers and their meanings. he jots down some on a sticky note, but the second he comes across the forget-me-nots, his decision is made.

boyfriend! yuuta who scrolls through forums and social media posts to find an idea of what the perfect gift for you should be.

boyfriend! yuuta who buys you this necklace. he thinks it's beautiful, and it's not as forward as a promise ring.

boyfriend! yuuta who perfectly wraps and bags your gifts. he wraps the heart-shaped box of chocolates, places the teddy bear into a gift bag with red and pink tissue paper, and ties the box holding your necklace with a red ribbon.

boyfriend! yuuta who makes sure the bouquet of forget-me-nots are fresh and cut.

boyfriend! yuuta who can't stop bouncing his leg while waiting for you to show up. the waitress has asked him if he needed anything about three times.

boyfriend! yuuta who smiles nervously when you enter the cafe and take a seat at the somewhat secluded table.

boyfriend! yuuta who tries his best to ignore the knots in his stomach as he places his gifts on the table. there's already an apology ready on his tongue if you don't like any of the gifts or if you're allergic to chocolate, despite yuuta asking you numerous times beforehand and seeing you eat chocolate before.

boyfriend! yuuta whose anxiety instantly disappears once he sees that beautiful smile bloom on your face and the grateful twinkle in your eyes.

boyfriend! yuuta who decides right then and there that he'd do anything to continue seeing that big, bright smile.

note: sorry i haven't posted... writing has been difficult lately + skewl has been ass SOO yeah! sorry y'all :( umm i have sumn for bff! sukuna but idk if anyone would actually like it? like i don't wanna ruin the og post by posting some sequel (prequel?) that nobody gaf abt. also try for 400+ notes on that post omg!!! also also i swear i haven't forgotten abt daycare attendant! nanami i just have no ideas n the ones i do have are rotting in drafts... anyway i've rambled long enough ENJOY UR DAYYYY GUYS <333

[novaonhere]

Pretty Boy

Relationship: Cal Kestis x f!reader

Summary: In the midst of intense training, Cal’s usually hilarious banter turns into a confession.

Word Count: 800

Warnings: Chaotic in a good way, cussing

A/N: Sorry for the infrequent posts, school has been taking most of my time, and I'll post when I can. I do have all of your requests drafted up and I just need to type them out. I haven't forgotten about you lovely people!

Prompt: “…Wait a second, this isn’t how I wanted things to go. What the hell?” “That’s the worst confession I’ve heard in a while.”

(gif not mine)

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Sweat pours down the Jedi's face, raising his lightsaber to block once more. His eyebrows furrow, his lips tighten by the edges; she was getting much better at this. Striking his saber down, he takes a large jump backwards, his hair striking his freckled forehead. Small strands stick to his face as he quickly flicks them away. His eyes look to hers, a very noticeable frown portrayed.

His sparing partner seemed to be effortlessly whooping his ass. Her hair not once flying into her face, her eyes constantly trained onto him, the playing field, the deadly weapons in the vicinity. She wasn't rubbing it in his face, per say, but Cal was usually the one outsmarting his friend. Friend? Is that the right term? What was she? Who was she to him? Only the sound of her lightsaber retracting let him out of his trance.

"You seem out of it," She states, placing a hand on her hip. "You're usually trying to make some witty remarks, but I've almost cut your face like three times." Cal retracts his saber as well.

"My bad," Cal rubs the back of neck, his eyes never leaving his dirt covered shoes. "Lost in thought," She only hums, taking a few steps closer to him. He can physically hear his heartbeat as if it was trying to escape the jail cell that was his rib cage. His ears burn, feeling exposed. His body seems to move faster than his brain, as he takes a huge jump backwards, whipping out his saber in a ready position. This catches his friend off guard, her hand shadowing over her own saber.

"Let's get to it, shall we?" He taunts, taking a swing at her. In the blink of an eye, she counters, knocking the sabers off to the side as she dodges.

"Of course, the hit and run," He smiles, his ears still on fire. What was he saying? Why was he talking? Small giggles erupt from the other Jedi, causing Cal's breath to hitch. Sensing his hesitation, she takes a jab at him. Now it was Cal's turn to hit and run.

"You see, copying is the biggest for of flattery, Cal." She smiles, wasting no time to swipe at his feet. He jumps backwards, inching closer and closer to the wall of the practice arena. "You scared, pretty boy?"

"Oh, I'm pretty now?" WTF WAS THAT, CAL? Now his entire face felt flush and hot, but the pretty girl did indeed let out another giggle. However, it's less enticing when she's practically backing him up against the wall of the arena.

"Of course, you got the hair, the freckles, the smile, and you're one of the last Jedi. You're a ladies' man, Cal-i." She smiles. He lifts up his saber to block her oncoming one, but she drops her own quickly and uses the Force to knock his out of his hand. It flies across the dirt, leaving Cal defenseless. She raises her saber, hovering a few inches away from Cal's throat. The heat of the saber warming both of their faces, one smirking, one flabbergasted. "Any last words?"

"If I'm pretty, then you must be handsome," Cal panicked. The already quiet room seemed to now have gone more silent.

"... What?" She laughs, retracting her saber, clearly having won the duel.

"No, not handsome, the other word," Cal retraces, refusing to meet her confused gaze.

"Am I the pretty one?" She asks, crossing her arms across her chest, the smirk never once leaving her face.

"Obviously, but you're so much more than that," He stumbles over his words, trying to get him out of this situation. “…Wait a second, this isn’t how I wanted things to go. What the hell?”

“That’s the worst confession I’ve heard in a while.” She laughs, lightly punching his tense arm. If his face could turn redder, it did in that moment. "I stand by my statement of you're pretty, ya know." Cal just blinks, and his jaw drops slightly.

"Oh," was the only word he could muster. She smiles, watching the realization slowly dawn on him. Like a tidal wave crashing over him, confidence surges through his body as he extends his arms and drapes them around the other Jedi's waist.

"So forward," She smiles, looking up at the redhead, as if she was waiting for him. With the goofiest grin, Cal leans down, closing the gap between them for a much-deserved kiss. They part ways, taking in the freshest breath they've ever had.

"Come on, pretty boy, you look exhausted. Let's get some rest before Cere asks us to go do something more productive." Locking hands with the man, they walk towards the door, a pip in his step as they went along.

[romanstheory]

I'm The One a Jey Uso Fic pt 1/?

Warnings : Language, Fighting, Violence

Word Count: 842

18 +

loosely based on this interaction (it'll make sense I swear)

"Fuck you Solo! You just costed me the NXT Women's championship" I bark at Solo as I storm through the backstage area. Solo rolls his eyes "Nah you costed you that title" He replied in a monotone voice. I turn around quickly "If you wouldn't have got involved I would be champion right now! FUCK YOU!" I scream again. "If I didn't get involved yo ass would be on a stretcher" Solo responds. Who does he think he is? I carry this tag team! ME! Not him! If it wasn't for me he would have been forgotten about. "I don't ever want to see you again, and if I do I'll make it my business to be a fucking problem" I bark, getting in his face this time. He clenches his jaw, ready to throw punches with me. He knew none of these men here could ever scare me, if he wanted to at it I was fully willing knowing I could hold my own.

"Woahhhh woah woah woah" I hear his brother scream as they run towards us seconds from scrapping. "Let's not do all that now" Jimmy says putting an arm between the two of us. "You're lucky" I say, my eyes piercing through Solo "Remember what I said. I am your worst nightmare now". I push through the twins leaving them both dumbfounded. Jey's eyes lingered on me longer than the other two. My rage did something for me. "You good uce?" Jimmy says tapping Jey. "Yeah..... Yeah I'm good. She's crazy as hell though. You almost got whooped on Solo" Jey chuckles. Solo huffs loudly and they all walk away.

Years pass by, Solo joined forces with his brothers and cousin to form the bloodline. His brothers eventually break free leaving him alone to be the heavy for his cousin. I dominate NXT and now it's my turn, and what do you know..... I'm the number one draft pick for Smackdown and tonight is my debut. Solo and Roman are in the ring, Roman is giving a promo when I walk up to tech and demand my music play...... I'm debuting RIGHT NOW. Multiple superstars attempt to stop me, I blow passed them as the sound of my music echos through the arena. I storm out, the crowd is roaring. Solo has a look of rage and confusion on his face while Roman is completely stunned.

I demand a mic and it's given to me swiftly. I meet Solo with an intense stare down, Paul Heyman and Roman are at a loss for words. No woman had ever been ballsy enough to do this to Solo before. I smile at Solo "Long time no see" I tease "You look TERRIBLE by the way". The crowd begins taunting him. "Remember how I said I would be a fucking problem?" I continue. I get in Solo's face, just like I did the last time I saw him. Tension is high, I want to rip his throat out and I know he wants to do the same to me. Just as Roman exist the ring I swing on Solo, prompting The Usos to come sprinting out. I expect them to attack me, I mean I did just deck their brother. They detain solo, throwing him out of the ring where Roman forces him to leave.

I stand in the middle of the ring with Jimmy and Jey to either side of me. "You chose your side! Remember that" Solo barks. "And you just got yo ass beat" Jimmy cackles. Jey is trying to stay focused but I catch him peering over at me. Back stage I'm met by welcomes and words of affirmation for coming in with a bang. "So I guess you with us now" Jey says grinning. "If it means I get to hit Solo again then sure" I say giggling. "Let me uh get your bag for you" Jey offers. "Oh come ON uce you gotta have better game than that" Jimmy teases "Let me get your bags for you" Jimmy says mocking Jey. "Man I'm tryna be a gentleman unlike you" Jey says grabbing my bags.

"Well uh my wife is at home" Jimmy cackles "I'm playin i'm playin". We pack our things up into the car and head to the hotel we'll be staying at until our flight in the morning. We arrive, the boys already have rooms booked so I need to book mine. "I'm sorry we're all full for the night" The front desk attendant says. I sigh loudly and rub my temples. "You can just share Jey's room" Jimmy says looking at him and then me before grabbing his bag and walking down the hall, chuckling to himself. I see what he's trying to do, Jimmy is the locker room cupid...... Or so he thinks. "I...... I can take the couch you take the bed" Jey stumbles over his words. "Well.... we're room mates tonight I guess. I hope you don't snore" I say as the two of us walk to our room.

[katyawriteswhump]

the power of love, part 14

Sorry about Sunday's empty post ☹️ I must've accidentally put a draft template in my queue because I am basically tired and rubbish and life isn’t the greatest right now. Anyhow.... Whoops and really sorry again!

Alternate ending S4: Steve has a habit of surviving near death experiences then getting sick for no reason. And Eddie and those fatal bat bites? After an impossible feat of mouth-to-mouth resuscitation from Steve, he’s mysteriously fixed. So, Eddie’s back to being banished, this time with Steve and Robin in tow. Eddie’s healing, but Steve isn’t… and life gets even more confusing, when Eddie develops feelings for Steve, which aren’t entirely unrequited.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 15

(also on AO3 here and as part of my steve whump fic series)

Eddie POV

When neither Steve nor Robin show up after ten minutes, Eddie begins to freak out. 

He, Hopper and El are still waiting for the car, out of sight among some ferns. Hopper’s getting antsy, muttering beneath his breath, while Eddie’s wriggling like he’s got ants in his pants. Which he genuinely might have, though that’s not what’s bugging him:

“Uuuuh, shall I see what’s taking them so long?”

“You do that,” says Hopper. “What’s going on with that guy? He could barely stand! How the hell could he…”

Eddie tunes out, retracing their journey into the trees, calling Robin’s name then Steve’s. Maybe Steve passed out, and Robin got lost searching? Somehow, he doesn’t buy it. A heaviness slows his feet, and his guts twist sourly. 

They wouldn’t just ditch him. Surely? Surely!?! 

Fifteen minutes later, he winds up where he started: “They’re not back?” 

“What do you reckon?” Hopper’s breathing hard and red in the face. Evidently, he’s been running in circles like Eddie has.

“This is for you.” El nudges Eddie and presses a scrap of paper into his hand. “I think Steve left it.”

“What? Where?” Eddie’s stomach clamps tight again. 

Her eyes stretch very wide. “Fell out of your pack.”

Turning the note over in his hands, his fingers stiffen, as if shrinking from the task, bracing for… something. In the event, he gets a literal slap around the face.

“You make me sick,” Steve wrote.

Eddie’s skin burns with the blow. Wow! This is why I never have and never freakin’ will write love songs.

“What does he say?” demands Hopper.

Eddie scans the note one more time, scrunches it in his fist. “I’d hazard a guess he’s gone back to Hawkins.”

“Goddammit! Robin’s gone with him?”

“I think that’s a safe bet.” A wobble in the back of Eddie’s throat finds its way into his voice. Because, boy, is he still processing.

You make me sick. 

What does that even mean? To be fair, Eddie did make Steve sick. More than once. But why the heck write… that. Would suck less to be dumped without a word. 

Thanks for the overkill, man.

“Don’t you even think about scooting off,” growls Hopper. “Your uncle would never forgive me.” 

Oh yeah. Wayne. The only person who ever actually cared about him.

Eddie plonks his butt down on the ground and waits for the car.

…

Steve POV

“C’mon, giddy up,” says Steve. He and Robin make their way along the muddy bank of the stream towards home.

“Is this some kind of race?” she asks. “While I’d forgotten your former life as a douchebag jock, you’re doing a stunning job of reminding me, and… Uuuuugh!” 

“Jesus Christ, what’s wrong this time?” He spirals about, plants his hands on his hips—he’d ditched the sling a while ago. 

She scrubs madly at her lips. “I swallowed a bug! Ugh, ugh, ugh, mega-gross. Eeeeurgh!”

“Maybe if you weren’t complaining, like, constantly, there’d be less opportunities for bugs to get in.” 

“You shut up, shit-bird! I could die of malaria.” She spits into the stream. “Ew! EEEEEEEW!” 

“Ssssh! Hop said the military will be crawling everywhere soon, or—”

“Eddie might hear?” His heart heaves a loaded thud. She looks back sharply, purses her lips. “You know, he could be lost in the wilderness, all alone. Being hunted by evil army thugs. Or bears! Did you think of that when you sauntered off?”

“I did, yeah. I left him a message saying not to follow.” He shades his face from the afternoon sunlight, which shafts between the trees. Also, he can’t look her straight on and say this: “It was kinda brutal, I guess. It was for his own good, right?”

“Oh. Riiiight.”

“You done spewing insects?” he snaps.

“Still heavily grossed-out here. Gimme a minute, ’kay?” She plonks herself on a rock, crumpling forward.

He mops his brow, strips his sweater, and takes the opportunity to check in on his bat bites. They’re still sore, the bandages a bit bloody. Nothing too fresh, though. For the billionth time, his thoughts fly back to Eddie. He hopes Eddie doesn’t get hurt and need healing while they’re apart, and… Holy shit, will he ever see him again? He ties his sweater around his hips, trying to make fumbling hands look casual.

“Steve? You okay?”

“Other than the fact I’m modelling a ‘shoot-me-now-why don’t-you?’ Hellfire Club t-shirt,”—and that I want to punch myself in the face about that moronic note—“I’m good, Robin.”

“You know what? I don’t doubt it.” She brushes her flyaway hair from suspicious eyes. “You’ve gone from death’s door to super-human speed in, oh, I don’t know—feels to me that we’ve been marching for a week. I think it’s been barely an hour.”

“Yeah? We got a long way to go then.” He starts off along the stream’s edge, forcibly slowing his pace. He senses her puffing, panting, then following on his heels.

“Look, Steve, this water goddess who’s pulling you back, whispering in your ear—”

“I can’t actually tell if they’re male or female. Does that matter?”

“Not in the slightest. So, your water… deity. Have they, by any chance, enlightened you as to some kind of divine plan? Or told you exactly where you’re heading?” 

“I got an idea where I’m going, yeah.” To the second place he died, swept away on that blood-red tide—even now, he sees it in his head, like a few frames of a horror VHS stuck on eternal repeat. “Where’s the best place for army generals with dodgy agendas to hang out in Hawkins? There’s never been an army base, apart from—”

“You’re kidding me?” She grabs his elbow, jerking him back. “The Soviet tunnels?” He nods, and her obvious dread has her dropping him like a stone. “No way! I don’t think I can go anywhere near without a major panic attack."

“I’m not gonna march straight in.” He’s already wandering on. Trouble is, now he’s said the idea out loud, it’s become real and terrible. And he’s gotta pretend like his blood’s not congealing to ice. “I don’t know how I’m gonna get in anyhow. I mean, the Starcourt lift is buried under a ton of rubble. I think Hop might’ve know other ways—”

“Oooh, I got a great idea. Let’s go back and ask him.”

“Yeah, real subtle.”

“Steve!” She seizes him again, twisting him around with a furious force. “I know you want to help El, but what can you ACTUALLY DO?” He shrugs before he can stop himself. “Rain? Lightning? How does that benefit us—especially in underground tunnels? Plus you’ve had literally zero time for practice. If we don’t slow down and come up with a decent plan, this is tantamount to suicide.”

“We? Seriously, Robin, I…” His teeth clamp his lower lip. Any moment now, he’ll tell her how terrified he is, how he really, really doesn’t want to get tortured again, let alone die; how the idea of anything bad happening to her is as frightening as any of it. “I don’t think I have much choice.”

“Steve,” she says, gentler now, though her grip gouges into his flesh. “It’s screamingly obvious you’re not thinking straight. You’ve been ill for days and now you’re in a funk, beating yourself up over Eddie.”

He yanks himself free, glares. “That doesn’t make any dif—"

“Bullshit! Trust me, however ‘mean boy’ your literary masterpiece got, Eddie won’t want you to do anything this dumb. Oh, and your resident gender-fluid angel saved your life. They’re not gonna want you to sacrifice it pointlessly.”

He opens his mouth to argue, then shuts it again. He laughs—not a particularly happy laugh, but not totally miserable either. “You win,” he says, kinda sagging with relief. “You got a plan, smarty-pants?”

She laughs with him, equally edgy. “I say we go to Lover’s Lake, wait till it’s dark. If that’s too dangerous, we find some hidden pool where you can practise whatever badass moves you think you got. Hopefully without the puking. It’ll be a bit like Band Camp. But for Magic. Magic Camp. Okay?”

“You really aren’t gonna be happy until I’m a bigger nerd that any of… Shit!” 

He’s been considering hugging her. Instead, he seizes her sleeve, dragging her down into a deep, wet gully. They land with a splash, crouching low, close. She doesn’t complain, because she’s heard what he has.

The distant sound of barking dogs. Likely, army search dogs.

“Dog barks travel for miles, huh?” he whispers.

“Possibly.” She sucks in a scared breath. “One thing for sure—those sniffy wet snouts can pick up a human scent from the next county.”

“We’re in a stream, Robin. They can’t pick up our scent here, right?”

She crinkles her nose, dubious. “Dogs’ sense of smell is pretty amazing.”

“Yeah? Let’s hope this bunch caught colds or something.” 

He’s now the one clutching her way too tight, and he half-wishes he’d ditched her with a bitchy note too. Though, not quite. She smart; he needs her, and she’s really has gotten him thinking clearer: 

“We head for Lover’s Lake. C’mon.”

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Eddie POV

When the sound of the car engine finally reaches his hearing, Eddie feels almost nothing.

“Don’t move.” Hopper pitches Eddie a forbidding look and grabs El, keeping them low behind the ferns. 

An owl hoots. Despite the hollowness in his chest, Eddie silently cracks up. Seriously? Top secret government goons can’t think of a better signal than me and Robin? 

Hopper’s grip slides to the firearm at his side. He rises slowly. “Over here.”

Peeping between the foliage, Eddie can make out a limo-style saloon with blacked-out windows. A severe-faced woman in lethal stilettos climbs out. “Chief Hopper, I presume? I apologise for the delay. O’Sullivan’s got men everywhere. We must leave right away.”

Hopper, nevertheless, remains stood well off the road with Eleven, not rushing for the car. And Eddie? 

You make me sick.

Steve’s made it simple for him. He should cut his losses and take this chance of escape. Wayne would want him to. Apart from… Eddie literally can’t. What was it that Steve said? Oh yeah. That he was being stretched in the wrong direction. Or something along those lines.

Yeah, I’m feelin’ it, Stevie. 

Nothing supernatural, nothing hinky. You kill me that bad, Babe—even after you turned meanie-King-Steve and dumped me. Oh, and went back to goddamn Mordor without me! 

Gonna trust you had your reasons, and I’m coming anyway.

He turns on his dirt-clotted heels and flees as fast as he can.

Part 15

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[little-red-fool]

I wanna learn about silver tongue I love abyss lore

Heehee I’ll gladly talk about Silvertongue and his backstory. I don’t know as much about Forgotten Realms lore as I would like to so correct me if anything seems inaccurate, also I haven’t fully fleshed out his lore yet but this might still be quite long because I like rambling lol so I’ll try to summarise it a little (also I might have changed some of the Dark Urge lore to fit his backstory too whoops).

*cracks knuckles* Ok so as a bit of an overview of his character, Silvertongue originally started off as a half-elf bard when I made him, he was also chaotic good but I was able to develop his character a lot more when I decided to ship him with Raphael and made him chaotic evil instead because I thought two evil bards would be really funny, which then led me into researching into Forgotten Realms lore; I found out that cambions can also be half demons in some versions of D&D so that’s why he’s like how he is now.

I’ll talk a bit about his backstory now that you have a brief summary of his character. Whilst Silvertongue’s a half-demon cambion, he’s still a half-elf in game so I decided to make his mother a high elf, although like other cambions she died during childbirth, and I like to think that the reason is because like some animals (such as spiders) he ate his way out of her womb rather than being delivered naturally. Although he was born in Blood Tor, he was very quickly transported to Toril where he grew up in an orphanage in human society (possibly in Baldur’s Gate but I haven’t decided), and for the most part his demonic heritage wasn’t prominent and he fit in well with the other children despite the odd outburst and rampage which were few and far between and wouldn’t last long—he was always drawn to music as a child which lead him to learning how to play violin and flute, and that started his career as a bard when he was a teenager. As he grew older though it became harder to hide his heritage and his urges grew stronger and more difficult to manage, he became more malicious and deceitful, as well as more sadistic, which then escalated and led to him attacking and killing a few people. After this happened he was hunted down like an animal when people discovered his heritage so he fled the city. It wasn’t long after this that his father—a demon—managed to track him down and bring him to the Abyss, saying that he would fit in better there and that his talents would be appreciated more.

This was when he came back to Blood Tor, where he spent his mid twenties to his late fifties. Whilst there he was a vassal to Beshaba and served as a manservant in the court, sometimes directly assisting Beshaba. When he was older he was drafted into the Blood War as a soldier and was trained to fight. He was originally sent on raids with other demons to the City of Strife to steal souls from the Wall of the Faithless, but later on he was sent into proper battles in Oinos, and much later he was stationed in Avernus up until recently. Whilst Silvertongue had a few mortal friends on Toril, he didn’t really have any in the Abyss due to the untrusting and malicious nature of most demons, however he was close with a couple of other cambions that also served under Beshaba at the same time as him. They were also drafted into the Blood War alongside Silvertongue, however one was killed during a baatezu attack in Bloor Tor, but he managed to save his other friend from an orthon attack, however this meant that he suffered many injuries and his clothes were tattered—he still wears the coat he wore from the orthon attack as he views it as a symbol of pride and a reminder that he saved his friend. Silvertongue is probably around 300 or so years old (give or take) so he served in the Blood War for over 250 years, and he was a decent soldier. He was often picked on due to his diminutive stature compared to the other demon soldiers, however what he lacked in strength and size he made up in agility and stealth. That isn’t to say he’s weak though he could still easily rip a human in half.

Now that I’ve given you most of his backstory I’ll talk about the events that took place recently to when BG3 starts. This part is also linked to the Dark Urge backstory, which I altered a bit for Silvertongue’s backstory. Although he was still fighting in Avernus, he started going on missions to Toril in order to disrupt devils from gaining souls from mortals, and for this he went to lots of different cities, one of these being Baldur’s Gate. This is when he ran into the cult of Bhaal, and long story short he ended up becoming involved—he didn’t worship Bhaal but he thought that having the Bhaalists on his side would be useful. Not too long after he met Gortash, and he found out about his affiliation with Bane, and learned about the Crown of Karsus and the Elderbrain, which is when Silvertongue forged the plan to use the Elderbrain and the ilithid tadpoles to turn the people into mindflayers as it would completely destroy the devils’ ability to recruit mortal souls as mindflayers were soulless. Him, Gortash and Ketheric carry out the plan etc etc and during these times Silvertongue keeps occasionally returning to Avernus to continue fighting in the Blood War.

This is right before the events of the game, as he was in Avernus when the nautiloid passed through it at the beginning, and due to being half-elf and therefore somewhat mortal he was swept up by the nautiloid and infected by a tadpole. Similar to some of the other companions—such as Wyll and Gale—Silvertongue’s stronger abilities and a lot of his power were sealed due to the tadpole’s influence, and he was trapped in his mortal aspect with very little magic. His current goal, like the other companions, is to get rid of the tadpole in order to regain his demonic aspect and his powers so he can continue to fight in the Blood War, although reluctantly—he recognises that it’s his duty and it gives him the opportunity to maim and kill others, but he’s still quite connected to his mortal lineage and he likes the thought of retiring, or at least living in Toril rather than continuing to fight in the Blood War.

Alright now on to him and Raphael (and a bit of Haarlep). Their first meeting was interesting, Silvertongue immediately clocked Raphael as a devil and tried to attack him, whilst in my interpretation of Raphael he’s never fought in the Blood War himself and has only witnessed it from afar so he can’t easily distinguish a demon when they’re not in an easily recognisable form, so he just thought Silvertongue was a bit jumpy and paranoid. I haven’t gotten Silvertongue past Act 1 yet, so whilst these events haven’t taken place yet I’m still going to refer to them in past tense for ease. Raphael manages to figure out that Silvertongue’s a half-demon at Last Light and that he was a soldier in the Blood War, which is what prompts him to get Silvertongue to kill Yurgir. In Act 3 I think Raphael’s contract would be slightly altered for Silvertongue, instead offering to remove his tadpole rather than giving him the Orphic Hammer. In exchange Raphael still receives the Crown of Karsus. Since Silvertongue has spent most of his life in the Abyss and hasn’t encountered any devils in a peaceful or conversational setting, he doesn’t really know how tricky they are and the weight of their contracts and how binding they are, so he signs Raphael’s contract; Raphael keeps his word and removes his tadpole. Unfortunately, with Silvertongue having grown attached to his companions and hating authority figures, he decides to break into Raphael’s home to nick the Orphic Hammer so he can free Orpheus, but he doesn’t take his contract as he just thinks it’s some old piece of paper, he doesn’t think that it actually holds any power over him or his soul. As you might know if you break into Raphael’s home without stealing your contract he, uh, incinerates you. My interpretation of this is that the player character then becomes one of his debtors trapped in his house, which is exactly what happens to Silvertongue. Fortunately his companions were able to escape with the hammer, however Helsik then closed the portal because let’s be real who wants a rampaging devil chasing after you into Toril, so essentially Silvertongue is stuck there as his soul is bound and his companions currently had no way of breaking him out.

Raphael doesn’t have as much power over Silvertongue as his other debtors due to his Abyssal heritage and not being fully mortal, so Silvertongue still has some freedom and is (mostly) sane (or as sane as he was before becoming a debtor), he’s mostly just bound to the house and unable to harm Raphael. Silvertongue is not happy about his situation and spends the first couple of weeks essentially throwing a huge tantrum and destroying half the furniture. He meets Haarlep during this time and since I headcanon Haarlep as being an enslaved tanar’ri (thanks to this post which completely hey this place isn’t too bad, it’s warm, I get a bed aechanged my outlook) they hit it off well pretty quickly, so they became quite close and shit-talked Raphael. It took a few weeks but Silvertongue realised that hey this place isn’t that bad, it’s warm, I get a bed and free food and I’m not constantly praying for my life and I don’t have to kill devils 24/7 for hundreds of years so he very quickly becomes a lot like a house cat, although he also realises that whilst he might be stuck with Raphael, Raphael is also stuck with him, which gives him the motivation to be an absolute prick but in a petty and mischievous way rather than an overly destructive and murderous way. Raphael absolutely hates this at first but over time they get more comfortable with each other and less antagonistic, which then evolves into a slight fondness (well more of a mild love-hate relationship), and I think that’s all up-to-date.

I’m so sorry that was so long ajdnshdndn but I really enjoyed infodumping about Silvertongue’s backstory, thank you so much for this ask!

[wanda-maximoff-enthusiast]

Hello! If you’re taking votes for the Jane volturi fic I’d vote for a part 2 :) it’s really good, love your writing

tysm! that means a lot to me :D

~Misunderstanding~

Jane Volturi x gn!vampire!reader

Part 1 here!

Summary: So it turns out that (Y/N)'s mate is one of the deadliest vampires out there. Which, y'know, isn't good. But it seems the only thing on (Y/N)'s mind is why their twin Alice didn't see it coming.

Warnings: okay so I've accidentally made Alice seem really horrible in this and I am very sorry for that. Also (Y/N) is too funny in this and it goes terribly off-script and off-plot. soz.

A/N: cleaning out my drafts look at me goooo

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"What the fuck." was the first thing (Y/N) said, it being the first thing that came to mind.

Jane blinked a few times, dark eyelashes fluttering against her alabaster cheeks, before standing up straight and glancing at her brother, before looking back at the group, refusing to look at her mate.

"Come, Aro is waiting."

And with that, she turned and walked towards the elevator, the rest of the vampires, and a lost-looking Bella, following.

The entire elevator trip was silent, besides from the gentle tune of music. Except, it wasn't quiet inside (Y/N)'s mind.

They were holding onto the wall for dear life in an attempt to make sure they wouldn't fall over. Their head flooded with questions, ones that needed answers, as they stared into the back of Jane's head.

That was when they turned to their twin, who was busy staring at the ceiling. They closed their eyes and began speaking in Alice's head, a bonus to their mind-controlling power.

'This is so weird.'

Alice turned to them, acknowledging their statement with a sad smile.

'I know, I could see the way your face fell, I'm sorry (N/N)'

No messages were transferred through minds for a couple of seconds, before (Y/N)'s head shot up and they closed their eyes again.

'Alice?'

'Yeah?'

'How didn't you see this coming?'

'I… don't know what you're talking about.'

'Yes you do, your visions, how did you not-'

(Y/N) turned to glare into the side of their twin's head, who refused to even look them in the eye.

'Did you… know about this?'

'What? Of course… not.'

The conversation was cut off by Edward digging his elbow into (Y/N)'s side, hissing at them to shut up. Oh yeah. They must've forgotten that Edward reads minds. Whoops.

And as the group left the elevator, (Y/N) couldn't help but think that there was something Alice wasn't telling them.

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The room was large and extravagant, with three elegant chairs in the middle, each occupied by a different vampire.

Aro, you guessed, as he looked exactly like how Carlisle had described him to, rose from his throne thingie, and began speaking. In all honesty (Y/N) was not really listening, instead focusing on the ruby gaze of another vampire.

They didn't look at Jane, in fear of her looking away, but they could almost feel her nervousness. Times like this were when (Y/N) wished they had Jasper's power.

Then, far too quickly, it seemed, Edward was suddenly being beaten up on the floor. Okay, that was rude. Yeah, (Y/N) didn't like Edward very much, often having late-night-talk-shit sessions about him with Rosalie, but that was low.

"Okay emo boy, calm yourself." Aro turned to look at them, as did the rest of the Volturi.

"I know this bitch can be a handful, but don't throw him on the floor because you're mad that his hair is less greasy than yours."

The rest of the vampires seemed shocked, insulted even, but out of the corner of your eye you could see Jane and Felix cover their mouths with their hands to try and hide little laughs.

"I beg your pardon?"

"I'm just being honest. It's my best quality, y'know." The red-eyed vampire shrivelled up his nose as their teasing. "Somebody get this hideous creature out of my sight." He said, waving his hand dramatically.

"I don't think you can talk about being ugly, you look like you got no love as a child and now drown yourself in hair gel to get some form of attention."

Aro's eyebrows furrowed at their sassy remarks, and turned to Jane. "Jane. Now."

(Y/N) turned to look at Jane, who's slightly panicked eyes met theirs for a second, before she turned to look at Aro again.

"I… cannot."

"Pardon?"

"I- they-"

"They're mates."

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Alice had finally spoken up, forcing her way through the small crowd. Gasps erupted from around the room as (Y/N) stared harshly into the side of their twin's head.

"I've seen it, in my visions, for longer than I care to admit. We wouldn't want to separate mates, now, would we?" She asked, her tone slightly taunting.

If (Y/N) could cry, they would've in that very moment. How could Alice, their own twin, the one being they cared about more than anything, lie to them like that.

Aro scoffed, turning to Jane for confirmation, who simply dropped her head to stare at her feet.

He turned again to stare deeply into (Y/N)'s golden eyes, before sighing and flicking his wrist.

"We take the (H/C) one. The rest are free to go."

"Wait what? No you can't do that! I-"

(Y/N) stopped speaking as a large object collided with their head and they collapsed. Due to their power, their head was extremely sensitive, and their weakest point.

Jane watched as Demetri carelessly dragged her mate towards her, essentially flinging them at her feet. She kneeled down to move a few stray strands of hair from their face, before retracting her hand as if she had stung herself.

No, this wasn't right.

It had to be one big misunderstanding.

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[msommers]

4, 12, 27, 31 for riya, maeve and jorina!

WHOOPS pretend this was posted earlier and not forgotten in the drafts thanks xoxoxoxxx // romance & relationship headcanons

4. does your muse find any specific features particularly attractive?

RIYA — lips are the #1 and she can’t be held accountable for staring at them, so jot that down for when you catch her. i also think hair could be a big one for her tbh, a thing that can catch her eye or turn her off from somebody immediately because she’s a lowkey judgy bitch lmao

MAEVE — we know hands are her Thing™ and we’ve all bullied her about it but she’s valid, fixate on those fingers all you want babygirl, nobody’s gonna stop you (some might even indulge you). i think eyes would be second on the list! windows to the soul and all that. also they can be very pretty :’) 

JORINA — mmmmm maybe arms and eyes?? that sounds about right for her, even if she’d hate it being true. eyes she can accept, she spends a lot of time looking at them to suss out people’s vibes and it’s the best way to connect, but acknowledging that she’s not immune to zoning out thinking about how some folk’s arms would feel? either under her hand or around her?? mortifying.

12. does your muse get flustered easily? how would they typically react to compliments from someone they are interested in/dating?

RIYA — i think it would take a lot to fluster riya, or maybe just a certain dynamic. she’s incredibly open about anything and everything sexual/romantic, so there’s almost no chance of catching her up on that front, and she’s been spoiled with compliments her entire life. simply expects compliments from those that she's into/dating, and they just add a little +5 to her ego and make her feel full 🥰 for a minute.

MAEVE — through all of her teenage years and up until a little period of time after the carden era, she’s kind of desensitized to compliments. they’ve been used on her so frequently for manipulation for years at that point and she’s learned to accept them with a smile to distract from the rapid assessing she’s running in her mind to figure out what somebody’s trying to get from her with it. grey was probably?? the first romantic interest to start giving her genuine compliments and affection (we know that stage was entirely skipped with dietrich) and it was crazy. wild. world turned upside down. the biggest smiles she’d worn for as long as she could remember, it made her feel so good. she learns to accept them more gracefully over time and returns them in kind, and i think she often has a silly little thought of wanting to tuck ‘em away somewhere like a flower pressed inside a book’s pages. 

JORINA — she should just adopt Flustered as a surname because it’s so simple to get her to that state, let people get the message right off the bat. she’s going pink, she’s stammering before shutting her mouth, she’s trying to miraculously disappear on the spot to avoid the direct attention given to her by someone complimenting her it’s so much. the only reason you need to look her way is to get your orders for the day’s work go AWAY leave her ALONE (she gets better the longer she’s with somebody but that blush is never gonna go away).

27. is your muse more confident or shy when it comes to approaching someone they like?

RIYA — definitely confident. she propositioned a superior warden and a high-ranking templar to a threesome for maker’s sake, there’s not a shy bone in that body when it comes to attraction and interest. riya has a hard time focusing on a Bigger Picture, it’s all about the Then and Now for her and that super comes into play for approaching people that she likes. she thinks it’s a waste of time to pine and dole out subtle hints over a period of time, you could have already been using that time getting close under the sheets if you’d just spoken plainly, y’know. in other words: shoot your shot lmao

MAEVE — i think the only time maeve had a bit of shyness in her was the first time she approached dietrich for a hook-up, because it was so new! not being objectified and being the one to approach somebody she was attracted to for once!! what a novel idea. but i imagine she did a fantastic job at presenting the appearance of pure confidence and got what she wanted, and the hesitation [mostly] did away after that success. if she could approach That brick wall of a guy and get away with it, there’s no shot of being intimidated by the idea of approaching others she’s interested in from then on. she already beat the hardest difficulty of the flirt game, it’s over for the rest of y'all.

JORINA — i feel like i don't even have to answer this one, it's so clear. my girl can hardly stand to make eye contact with somebody that she's interested in because of the irrational fear they'll instantly know every mushy or slightly horny thought she's had about them just by locking gazes. it took her such a hot minute to return to what could be considered a Normal stance around aleksi it's almost funny

31. does your muse develop crushes easily? would they be open about it to a friend or keep it to themselves?

RIYA — not really?? she forms attachments and sexual attraction very easily, but i'm not entirely sure riya's had a crush in any recent times. she would have had plenty as a growing girl but that was kind of thrown out the window after she discovered how being forward could help her skip the Wanting stage. riya's open nature would of course extend to this, no doubt she'd talk to a friend about it. especially if she developed a crush in the present time or future because it's been so long since having one, she'd need to discuss that with somebody.

MAEVE — can and will form a crush on somebody for the smallest things. she's probably doing it right now, the menace. she's not secretive about them, though it'd depend on the level of closeness she has with somebody if she'd approach the topic of it herself without their prompting. crushes are silly, harmless things that bring a tiny bit of joy about, nothing to be ashamed of. 

JORINA — no and no. she had such an impressive streak for not having any crushes to take up space in her mind and then one reckless mage came along and ruined her score. i don't think she told a soul about it because of the embarrassment she felt over Having Those Kinds Of Feelings, but she didn't particularly have to share the secret because her crushing on aleksi became increasingly obvious as the months went by.

[mercurygray]

for thirsty Thursday, recovery with lip and marj ? :0

recovery - rubbing someone's back repeatedly to help work tension out their body

The worst part was the knowledge that nothing he had was going to make it better.

Bronchial pneumonia, the surgeon had said. Not a damn thing to do about it except warm blankets and hot drinks and somewhere without a draft - all the things they really didn't have at the moment. Penicillin would clear it up, no problem, but they didn't have that, either - still no medical supplies.

So Carwood Lipton was carrying a bucket of boiling water up from the cookhouse, and hoping that none of it spilled.

The house the CP was in had been nice, once, before the war - peeling wallpaper and a dilapidated piano were a testament to that. The couch Marj was lying on was nice, too, or had been - not that it mattered now. Everything was covered with plaster dust and who knew what else.

"What's she got to complain about?" Luz was asking some unseen third person as Lipton carefully made his way back inside. "She's got a couch, she's got a blanket, Lip's gonna be back in a minute with some tea. She's fine. Snug as a bug in a rug."

But she wasn't fine - nothing near fine. Every time he heard that hacking cough he was back to being eleven or twelve, listening to his sister suffer through whooping cough in the second bedroom, his mother staying up to all hours to make sure she was still breathing.

But she could still look up when he came in - could still smile. "Is that hot water?"

"Thought you could breath the steam," Lip offered, setting the bucket down gently so Marj would have space to swing her legs down and lean over. He fumbled in his pocket for the teabags, eventually finding them and dipping his empty canteen cup into the water, dropping the bags in and watching the color change. After a minute or so he glanced at the other people in the room - a new lieutenant, who still very much had a shine on his boots, and a face that Lip had to work for a moment to place.

The name came to him eventually. "Webster. How you doing?"

"Just fine," Webster said. "How are you, Sergeant Lipton?"

He didn't want to answer that, not really - and was spared from doing so by Speirs returning to the command post, and Marj struggling to sit up a little. "Captain Speirs, this is lieutenant Jon-"

"Gordon, for christsakes, will you go and get some sleep or something? There's a bed back there with real sheets."

"Just want to be helpful, sir," Marj offered, the water forgotten for a moment before she started coughing again.

Winters and Nixon made another sudden appearance, and Marj struggled, again, to get up, but it was no use - Lip held her down, his eyes meeting Winters' with desperation.

"Gentlemen, why don't we give Gordon some space?" Winters said lightly. "You'll hear better what I have to say out here."

The new lieutenant snapped his heels in a salute, a movement that made Nixon laugh, and Lipton sat down next to Marj on the couch, carefully holding his canteen mug while she tried to sit up a little and set off another coughing fit. He pressed a hand to her back, rubbing slowly and feeling the heat build between his hand and her jacket. Maybe, if he did this long enough she would warm up, and the pneumonia would go away, and she could get a little peace. But that didn't seem likely any time soon.

Marj finished coughing and looked at him with a tired, bleary eye. "You know, if you wanted to get my brassiere off you could just ask."

Lip rolled his eyes. "Yes, that's exactly what I was thinking of doing. Have my way with you and then have you cough all over me all night."

Another cough, smaller this time. "I probably got this from you."

"That is very uncalled for, Sergeant Gordon. I resent the implication."

Marj smiled and tried to say something, but the words got caught in her throat and went into another coughing spell. Lip tried to rub her back the whole time, and when it subsided she looked over at him. "Please don't stop, Car. It feels really good."

Never, Lipton thought to himself, hand still moving back and forth. "You want to drink this tea? Should be good for your throat." She nodded, and took the cup, holding it under her nose to breath the steam again, sipping gratefully.

"When this is over," he said, quietly, letting her head rest on his shoulder. "I want to sleep for a month. I want a real bed, with real sheets, and a dozen real eggs for breakfast."

Marj made a mumble of agreement, still sipping her tea, and Lip continued to move his hand up and down her back, still thinking to himself things he didn't want to jinx by saying aloud.

I want cream in my coffee, and sunshine, and the morning paper. I want to wake up next to you and know exactly where I am. I want to make it better, Marj Gordon. Always.

[monstrousroommates]

Unsolved (Monster AU fic)

In honor of their new ghost hunting show, I decided to watch some Buzzfeed Unsolved.

Virgil and Thomas like watching creepy videos together in the middle of the night. what do a ghost and a vampire have to be afraid of anyway? (on AO3)

“I can't believe I missed this.” Thomas grumbled, folding up and leaning towards the computer screen.

“Well,” Virgil said, quirking a smile. “You were a little dead at the time.” 

“Arrgh,” Thomas drifted a little closer to where Virgil was curled up on his bed with a blanket over his head. It was oddly touching that Thomas would watch this stuff with him. None of the others really liked conspiracy theories or, frankly, tales of hauntings.

Logan would sometimes watch true crime with him, but he generally found most youtubers too dramatic and not diligent enough in their research. He had in fact pointed out a couple of episodes where while it was reportedly an ‘unsolved mystery’ the mystery had been solved, but wasn’t as interesting as the story, so people kept calling it an unsolved mystery. In that ‘I’m being logical and calm but I’m very cranky about this’ voice that sometimes came before him actually shouting. Better to let him watch the history channel with Roman,(where they both seemed to love yelling at the show like it was a baseball game) and watch something else with Logan.

Patton sort of would watch conspiracy and ghost shows but would generally end up entirely under the blanket with his paws over his nose, especially since they’d moved into the house. There was a huge difference between ‘what if?’ and ‘But what if!?’ and Patton crossed that line. 

Thomas however had drifted into the room with a creek of the door and settled in as a draft. Virgil had noticed at the time but by the time Thomas had said ‘no, I wanna see the one with the clickbait icon!’ Virgil had so thoroughly forgotten Thomas was there that he jumped a mile, sending his blanket, snacks and to a lesser extent, laptop flying in all directions. 

After that, and Thomas trying unsuccessfully to talk Virgil off the ceiling they started to watch them together, as long as Thomas managed to stay at least partly visible.. 

Virgil had a list of favorite shows he didn’t mind re-watching, since Thomas had missed a lot of media. They’d quickly settled into heckling at the show, even when they kind of heckled themselves. There were so many amateur ghost hunters on youtube. 

Thomas was not always particularly impressed. 

“Oh wow, I hate that thing.” Thomas grumbled, poking at the screen, and glitching it slightly. The spirit box did nothing. “Whoops sorry.” 

“I’m sure they agree with you.”

“And they’re totally going too fast.”

“Uh huh.”

“No really!” This time Thomas’ voice came through the laptop's speaker, and Virgil made a waving motion like he was wafting smoke away from something. Thomas disappeared and reappeared sitting on the headboard of Virgil’s bed. “Trying to touch anything is like moving half asleep, half frozen and wearing oven mitts. They’re like ‘do the thing’ and move on before a ghost would have a chance. Well.” he paused and made a face, flickering a little. “Before I’d be able to do something, before.”

“Right, tell you what, we’ll finish up this episode and we’ll write them.” Virgil hit pause and waved his hand in the air again, red vine flopping about. “Dear Buzzfeed unsolved, my ghostly roommate- you may remember him, the Storytime guy from Vine?” 

Thomas groaned and knocked his head into the wall, producing a faint but audible thump. Virgil loved to tease him about Vine. 

“Yeah, he says your technique sucks. Why not come over and he’ll say hi? No antagonizing needed.” He stuck one end of the candy in his mouth and started chomping.

“Yeah, that’d go over well.” Thomas batted at the touchpad, a couple of swipes needed before it registered and the video started again. “I’m hardly an unsolved mystery or famous haunted site.” 

“Yeah, but the connection on the internet- Here let me call up my favorite vine compilations.”

“I will haunt your bones.” Thomas muttered. 

“Well, my bones are in me, so-” 

“Okay, I will make your onesie stand up in a corner in the middle of the night just to startle you.” 

Virgil just laughed. 

“Thomas, the last time you tried to spook us on purpose, you caught yourself in the mirror and got yourself. But you know, the scream was kinda scary.” 

“You were plenty scared before you knew I was there.” Thomas sulked. 

“I guess that makes this mystery- Solved.” Virgil teased. He frowned. “Though there is a lot we don’t know, I guess. So Unsolved. Schrodinger solution.”

Thomas was quiet. Virgil glanced around and remembered the unspoken rule- they didn’t talk about Thomas’ actual death. It was an understood thing. If Thomas thought too hard around his death, he got… staticy was the best way Virgil could describe it. Fuzzy at the edges and a little unaware. 

As ‘interesting’ as it was to wake up and find things moved- usually in a vaguely organized fashion, though sometimes the dishes in the sink were stacked in a dangerous haphazard way, and books weren’t always sorted by size before being stacked on the nearest flat surface- they’d all decided they liked it better when Thomas acted more like a person. At least then if they found the dirty laundry strewn around the living room, they had to ask if it was Patton or Thomas. 

Virgil couldn’t spot him, and his sensitive ears started straining for any sound. The bubbling of the pipes, Patton’s snore down the hallway, the faint ticky electric sound that came from his laptop. 

“Thomas?” Virgil called quietly. He winced, there were times when horror tropes happened on their own because it was the natural thing to do, and he hated it. It grated on his nerves. The air conditioner whirred to life, and Thomas was nowhere to be seen. 

Just as Virgil was reaching out to close the laptop, the door to the room creaked and Thomas drifted through the half-open door. 

“Sorry.” His voice was a bit staticky, coming more from the laptop’s speakers than his visible body. “Got sucked back down. Drowning in place in the living room.” He sighed.

“No that’s cool.” Virgil reassured the ghost, even though it was a little less than cool. He was still a bit freaked out, even though Thomas had described being pulled between different place in the house.  He settled into a vague shape on the pillow next to Virgil, barely disturbing the bed. 

“So, the spirit box sucks, they should have hired you; let’s finish the episode.”

Virgil gave a laugh, settling the laptop back in place. 

“Can you imagine that? ‘We didn’t find any evidence of ghosts, but this vampire helped us improve our equipment.”

Thomas did a pretty good impression of Shane

“Except Vampires don’t exist.” 

“Right, important detail, forgot about that. Demons and ghosts and crazy people but no vampires or werewolves.” 

Their giggles faded off as they went back to watching. 

Virgil wished that he knew more about what caused that to happen, but for now… well. He just had to leave that unanswered.

[advnterccs]

{ OOC } whoops, haven't been on here in a while. I've been over on my multi for the past few days focusing on my other muses, i'm just focused on them more but i'll be back here soon, i have some drafts and an ask that i need to get to which i haven't forgotten about !!

if anyone wants to talk, my discord is down below~

[meginator]

Summerland - September 2022

This has been saved in my drafts longer than expected... but here we are posting in November. Whoops!  ______________________________________

I thought my inner voice was telling me to come here for something, but I guess I missed the part about coming here with something instead. Everyone always talks about how amazing Penticton is, Kelowna, Kamloops... but what they mean to say is how amazing their trip was with their loved ones. I've been wanting to come here so badly because of how awesome people say it is, but I didn't realize it wouldn't be the same coming by myself. I brought my little dog and he's been awesome, but otherwise I find myself depleted. Maybe it's just that I've been running myself to the ground lately with work and home improvements, and I've forgotten to rest. Maybe rest is all I needed from this weekend. 

It get exhausting missing people. It’s been a year since my ex and I broke-up, and I'm still finding myself missing him everyday. Even on the drive I thought I saw his truck, then during a nice patio dinner a firetruck had to come screaming on by. I know that he's happy now with somebody else, but I still wonder if it was timing that did us in. I still wonder if there was a chance it could have worked out if our situations were different. That’s what always haunts us isn’t it? The “what if” questions. 

In reality, the entire time we were together I wasn't sure about it. To be fair I was under extreme stress and didn't understand the love he was trying to give me, but I still had an unsettled feeling. Whether this came from past trauma, the situation at hand (including the pandemic), or if we weren’t meant to be... that I’ll never know.

Regardless I feel it's time to move on... there is a reason it didn’t feel right and I have to trust that. I debate if I should contact him all the time, and I have to make sure he’s alright, but he clearly doesn’t want to speak to me ever again. It’s over and that’s not going to change. I guess a part of me just wants him to know that I’m sorry and I love him, but in order for him to be happy I’m never going to be able to do that. He’s one of the greatest human beings I’ve ever had the honor of meeting, let alone being with, and I hope he gets treated as such.

So in the end, maybe I came all the way out here, not to find something, but to let something go.

[mazemanufactory]

8/3/22

[This post has been sitting in my drafts for so long that i have forgotten what the dream was about other than what I have written, whoops.]

I need to stop posting things to my parodox blog and vice versa I hope I can change the icon on the other soon-

Anyways in this one I don’t know what I was up to but I was LARPing Fire Spirit Cookie or some shit which is weird because the dream said “Okay you’re fs” even though to do this I had to be blind and mute which is my Wind Archer hcs????

[tepkunset]

A list of things I liked and didn’t like about The Last Jedi

I know literally everyone has beaten me to the party by now, but I’m gonna do it anyway, just cause I wanna talk about it.

Things I didn’t like:

Poe Dameron is a completely different character. Like the only thing the same is his charisma, which I'm pretty sure is thanks to the actor. And I'm just gonna say it: It's suspicious that this drastic character change is for the benefit of demonstrating heroism for some rando new white woman who dies anyway.

Also the conflict between him and Holdo was so ridiculously artificially created. What actual reason did she have for not telling people the plan? Besides one-upping Poe? Leia then says Holdo “cared more about being a hero than looking like one” but I would disagree--because the only damn conclusion I can come up with for why she wouldn’t tell people what she was doing is to appear superior.

While there were some fleeting scenes where Luke Skywalker felt right, he mostly just felt so off to me, especially his sudden, vague dislike of the Jedi. And are you seriously telling me Luke motherfucking Skywalker was going to murder his nephew??? Because he sensed the dark side in him? He spent most of the original trilogy convinced that Darth Vader could be saved from the dark side, but not some kid?!?!?

But like that’s just it--So much screentime and character continuity flaws were all for the sake of trying to make us pity Kylo Ren. Only to then end the film with the same message we got loud and clear from the last one: He chose the dark side. We get it. We got it the minute he killed Han Solo. It just makes it all the more frustrating that we had to sit through all that BS without any actual story progression.

Finn was majorly sidelined in comparison to the large role he played in TFA. There were a few good “That’s Finn” moments, though. But Finn also apparently had to learn the lesson “you can’t run away from what’s right” all over again too, despite, you know, that being a major point in his character arc in the first movie as well!

Luke says the Jedi should end, but doesn’t ever really get into it? Besides just saying that Jedi are too prideful? Ignoring that Luke would never give up on the Jedi, Rian my dude there is an actual, legitimate list of things you could pull together to make a real case for why the Jedi Order wasn’t so great. But I guess it was just easier to have him constantly interrupted or act illusive.

I can only assume that it was Snoke’s manipulation that was leading Rey to the dark side all of a sudden, since she was so purely, strongly light in the first movie. Like, that was how she defeated Kylo Ren! She finds her focus in the light, where he was unbalanced!

This is something I’ve seen pointed out a lot already, and I’m sure as hell not gonna avoid it either: It’s really suspicious how poorly the characters of colour are treated in this film, in comparison to the white characters. That comparison is important, because a classic defence I always see in any media where lots of people die and get hurt, is that “well it happens to everyone.” Because somehow some (white) people can’t see the disproportions? Or maybe they just don’t look.

The “humour” about the little creatures on the island constantly having to clean up after Rey’s destruction of ancient structures was really uncomfortable.

I am now 100% sure there are no actual rules about what the Force can and can’t do. (But TBH this one doesn’t really bother me that much; the Force has always had evolving lore.)

The screenshots of Kylo Ren’s shirtless scene cannot do justice to how gratuitous and awfully inserted the actual scene is.

I know a lot of people like the porgs but... TBH I found them annoying.

The scene where Kylo Ren and Rey are both trying to reach for the lightsaber with the force doesn’t add up; in the last movie the same thing happened, and it went to Rey without competition--But now it’s portraying them as equal? Rey was deserving of the lightsaber, Kylo Ren was not.

Despite getting to see Rey kick some major ass... TBH the fact that a lot of her story revolves around male characters’ stories just felt like a downgrade from the last film, where her arc was quite independent. It overlapped with the other characters around her, like any good movie with an ensemble cast does, but it was not driven by them.

Almost the entire film felt like filler. I get that the moral of the story is what Yoda says; failure is an important learning tool. But it would have perhaps hit home better if more failure was even in the characters control? The only sense of growth through failure was with Poe, which was a lesson he didn’t even need to learn in the first place except Rian decided to rewrite him entirely so he did.

Things I did like:

Snoke’s shiny gold bathrobe was hilarious to me. Jeff Goldblum from Thor: Ragnarok wore it better.

I am super fucking relieved that the “romance” between Rey and Kylo Ren was drastically overstated by those who actually somehow ship them together. THANK. FUCK. Rey even symbolically closes the door to the Falcon when he tries to reach out to her. Like I said, it frustrated me how bordering total pointlessness the whole thing was between them, I’d rather it be pointless than take Rey in a total 180 degree direction.

R2-D2 showing Luke the recording of Leia in order to try and convince him to help.

When Luke guides Rey through connecting with the Force around the island, and talking about how the Force doesn’t belong to anyone, but is part of everyone and everything, that was really good.

Pretty much everything about Rose, but especially her passion against the rich and corrupt. I can’t wait for more with her.

When Leia uses the force to guide herself back onto the ship.

BB-8′s imitation of the little mouse droids.

When Kylo Ren ignites the lightsaber through that guy’s eye.

Finn’s face-off with Phasma, and the part where her helmet breaks just showing her eye, and she calls him scum, and he so proudly says “Rebel scum.” Like what a power move OMF. And she falls to a fiery death.

The red under the salt was such an aesthetic for that final battle.

When Luke brushes off his shoulder after his Force projection was hit with a billion lasers LMFAO.

The whole stand-off between Luke and Kylo Ren. It reminded me a lot of Obi-Wan and Vader in A New Hope.

Luke's death was a satisfying one. I definitely figured he'd be dying, so I wasn't surprised when it happened. I was just concerned it wouldn't feel... complete? Like you know that feeling when writers kill off characters just for the sake of getting them out of the way, or for shock value? But this really did feel fitting, and it was a beautiful callback to the famous scene in the first movie, where he looks up at the sunset and the music swells like it does. 

Poe’s reunion with BB-8, and rubbing BB-8 like a pet.

Rey’s reunion with Finn and the Resistance, oh my gosh. It just felt all the more powerful after Kylo Ren told her she’s nothing and no one cares about her except him, and like, there’s Finn who literally runs to hug her, and she and Leia exchange a knowing, connected look, and she just fits in so well with the whole crew, like, this is her new family. People do care about her.

Anyway, overall I don't regret watching it at all, and I will with certainty watch it again. I just, very plain and simply, did not enjoy it as much as the last one. And I hope the third one gets more of that spark, if you will, back.