#yes in fact i am like this in real life i WILL bring up dramatic theory unprompted

[mochinomnoms]

I love your idea for Hanahaki! Like you said, it's always so tragic and dramatic and angsty (and who am I kidding, I'll keep reading it), but your take on it is so refreshing!

For the event, can I request Ruggie with 15, Trey with 1, and Jade with 18? Romantic; fluff and/or suggestive, please?

And if I completely misunderstood how to request properly, I'm terribly sorry. 😬

So excited to see more of your work!

part 2: jade leech x gn!reader ruggie bucchi (15); trey clover (1) [separate] x gn!reader [tags] – fluff, suggestive [wc} – 2,500+ each prompt 15: “Sooo, are you gonna apologize for puking dahlias all over my breakfast?” prompt 1: “Why is your trash can full of flower petals? Are you secretly a botanist, or is there something you're not telling me?” note - both ruggie and trey got real long, so i will post jade's snippet separately later! a floral inconvenience

Dahlias – In pre-Colombian Mexico and Guatemala, wild-growing dahlias and their tubers were seen as a food source. 

Ruggie has been absolutely miserable for the past week, as one would be when they have mysterious large, red flowers sprouting out from their mouth and head. It also didn’t help that all the other second-years, especially the twins, were giving him a hard time. 

“Hey, hey Jade! You know plants.” Floyd was currently picking at the flower that Ruggie just spit out, undeterred by the spit on it. 

“I bet we can figure out who Sharksucker likes if we figure out what flower he’s spittin’ out. What kind is it? 

Jade leaned down to study the intense red, ray-like petals, poking at the central disk of yellow florets in the middle. Ruggie was NOT a fan of how interested Jade was, attempting to lean out of the twins’ grasp. 

“Hmm, I’m not sure. I certainly haven’t seen it on any of my hiking expeditions or in the botanical gardens.”

Ruggie yelped as Jade plucked a flower from a particularly sensitive spot behind his right ear. 

“Ow! Watch it man!” 

Rubbing his ear, Ruggie glared at Jade, who was still looking curiously at the flower bringing his arm down for Azul who also seemed eager to identify the flower. 

“I certainly don’t recognize it either, looking up similar flora, there aren’t any that are quite the same as this one.”

Ruggie could just make out under Azul’s breath, “Imagine all the money we could make if we say we discovered a new flower!”

He scoffed at Azul, rubbing his eyes from mental exhaustion. The twins and Azul weren’t the only ones interested in his hanahaki. 

“It’s a really pretty flower, Jamil! Do you think we have any like it in the gardens back home?” Kalim eagerly asked, trying his best to lean in without disturbing Silver, who’d fallen asleep on his shoulder. 

“Hmm, no I don’t think so.” Jamil looked mildly interested, holding a hand to his chin. “The Asim gardens have a variety of exotic and rare flora, so the fact that we don’t recognize this one is certainly interesting.”

Jade chuckled, “So, it would be easy to narrow down the person of Ruggie’s affections, yes.”

“Why are you all suddenly so interested in my love life?” 

“Why, we’re being benevolent, of course!” Azul replied, a cheeky grin on his face.

“Yea Sharksucker, it must be reeeeal annoying to puke up flowers all the time. Besides—” Floyd gave a nasally laugh as Jade continued his sentence.

“—wouldn’t it be nice to have some assistance getting rid of his annoying sickness? After all, with your background, you’re not the most eligible bachelor around.”

“Okay, first of all fuck you—” Ruggie jabbed a fork in his direction. 

“Not interested, but thank you.”

“Second of all—ew no, gross—second of all, you guys aren’t exactly the most pinned for guys, even with your family money.”

Riddle let out a laugh, nodding in agreement. “Certainly, no price in the world could make up for your personalities.”

“Aww, come on Goldfishie.” Floyd pouted. “You don’ wanna go out with me? Why? I don’t meet your mama’s standard?”

“Why you—”

“Hey guys!”

A chipper voice interrupted a reddening Riddle, who looked like he was ready to launch himself over the table to strangle Floyd. Ruggie perked up to look at you and Grim perched on your shoulder, carrying a lunch tray with some coffee, a bowl of oatmeal, and a singular powdered donut. 

Adjusting the tray in your hands, you let Grim jump off onto the table as you sat. You grabbed the donut with your freed hand and reached your arm out to Ruggie.

“Hey, I got you a donut, powdered’s your favorite right?”

Oh. Oooooh powdered was indeed his favorite. So were you. By the Seven, he thinks that you’d be his favorite snack. You were so cute. Your lips looked soft, plush. He wondered if you took a bite out of the donut if the first thing he’d taste was you or the sugar. 

Opening his mouth to reply, Ruggie found himself instead choking, a tickling sensation developing in the pit of his stomach and growing up his throat to his mouth. He gagged as various shades of bright red blooms fell out of his mouth and onto the table. Specifically, onto your tray as you sat directly across from him. 

Ruggie could make out the stifling laughter of his peers . He internally groaned, looking at your tray, now covered in red flowers. Riddle tapped his shoulder, offering him a cup of warm tea. 

“Here, it should help soothe your throat.” 

Taking the cup, he started drinking what he thought was honey lemon tea, soothing his throat. 

Across the table from him, you let out a soft cough, drawing his and the other’s attention. 

“Sooo, are you gonna apologize for puking dahlias all over my breakfast?”

The tea went down the wrong pipe. Ruggie started choking, Kalim frantically reaching over to pat his back. 

“Oh? Does the Little Shrimpy know this flower?” Floyd asked, he and his brother slithering over to sit on either side of you. Their eyes met briefly, then at Ruggie, both giving him a knowing grin.

“Dahlias? Yeah! They’re my favorite!” you answered, blissfully unaware of the predicament they’d just put him in. 

Ruggie wished he could be just as carefree.  

The other five slowly turned their heads to stare at Ruggie, each looking especially gleeful and teasing. 

“You don’t say?” Jamil drawled, smirking at Ruggie, whose state of mind was rapidly deteriorating. “We’ve never heard of it.”

You looked at Jamil in surprise. “Wait really?”

“Yes, these, dahlias you called them? They’re not from Twisted Wonderland.” Riddle had a mischievous smile, tipping the end of Ruggie’s cup before he could interject, making him choke on the tea again. 

“Aw really? That kinda sucks.” you pouted, twirling one of the loose flowers in your hand. “I love them, fun fact, did you know you can eat both the flower and the tuber?”

Ruggie would never admit it out loud, but your cute, excitable grin makes him feel all warm and giddy inside. He’d even give you his grandma’s homemade donuts if he got to see more of it. 

By the Seven, he’d give you his donuts. He really had it bad.

“Really? How fascinating! Isn't it Ruggie?” Jade asked, giving a closed mouth smile. The tone of his voice made it clear though, he and the others figured out you were the root cause of his hanahaki. 

Ruggle got up abruptly, snatching the donut from your hand (why miss out on free food?) and the breakfast sandwich he’d gotten for Leona. 

“I gotta go take Leona’s breakfast to him, I’ll see you guys later—”

“Wait, Ruggie!” Kalim cries out, startling Silver awake. “But the Prefect knows the flowers—”

“WOW I GOTTA GO! BYE GUYS SEE YOU LATER!”

Ruggie rushed out of the cafeteria, red petals flying behind him as he ran. The remaining 8 at the table stared after him, you in particular looking confused. 

“Is he okay?” You asked, looking confused and disappointed. “Did I say something wrong?”

“Ah, perhaps we went a bit too far…” Jamil muttered. 

Riddle sighed as he nodded in agreement, “Yes. Don’t worry yourself about it Prefect, we were discussing something else, you didn’t say anything wrong.”

You hummed as you cleared off your tray of dahlias, taking small bites of your oatmeal. 

“Why’s he puking flowers?”

The group stayed silent, sharing knowing looks with each other. The twins and Azul in particular were smirking, while Kalim perked up. 

“Oh he has hanahaki, it’s like a love sickness.” Kalim blissfully replied, Jamil pinching his nose and sighing heavily. 

“Love…sickness?”

Riddle placed a hand on Kalim’s shoulder, giving him a stern look. “We had our fun earlier, but it’s not our business to share his medical information with anyone.”

He turned his gaze to you, making you shrink in on yourself. “It would be best to ask him yourself, Prefect.”

Floyd tsked. “Aww, that’s no fun! Don’t you wanna help Sharksucker? You do, dontcha Shrimpy?”

The twins leaned into your ears, like an angel and devil on your shoulder if the angel was just a devil with a halo and wings taped on. 

“Why, you care for Ruggie, don’t you dear Prefect?” Jade cooed, chucking at your pink cheeks. 

“Hehehe, of course they too, look at their blush!” Floyd giggled, poking at your right cheek. “Little Shrimpy isn’t a shrimp for nothin’!”

“And after all, only you can help him!” Azul came up behind you, startling you as he placed his hands on your shoulder. 

The trio chuckled, coercing you to listen to their honeyed words, feeding on your soft spot for the hyena beastman. 

Riddle shared a look with Jamil before sighing and walking off. Jamil followed suit, grabbing Kalim by the arm to drag him away before he too, inevitably, got involved in their scheme. Silver, now that he was bright and alert, similarly left, nodding at you. 

Here you were, alone amongst the “benevolent” Octavinelle trio, now regretting waking up early to get breakfast instead of just sleeping in.

Ruggie had been leaving trails of dahlias behind him all day, getting on the ghost janitors’ ire and lectured by Crewel specifically. 

“Loose flowers in a lab is the perfect example of a hazard to lab safety! Have you not gone to the nurse to get this taken care of?!”

He hadn’t had a fit since seeing you this morning, luckily. He had noticed you in the hallways in between classes though. Everytime your eyes met his own, you’d flush and rush away. 

“Ugh, one of the guys must’ve told them.” Ruggie groaned, slumped over as he walked over to the kitchens, feet aching from running around his shift at Sam’s and now Mostro Lounge. 

Azul had asked him to collect some perishable items that he’d purchased from a supplier, having it delivered to the school’s walk-in fridge until he could have someone pick it up. 

Jade and Floyd were supposed to be there, ready to help, but they were nowhere to be found. Ruggie shrugged, walking into the kitchen and heading to the fridge before he felt himself get yanked by his collar. 

“Hahahehehe! Be sure to thank us later, Sharksucker!”

“Fuhuhu~ Indeed Ruggie, I’m sure you’ll appreciate it later.”

“Oof! Hey!” Ruggie stumbled into the pantry, landing on something soft. “What the-Jade, Floyd this isn’t funny—”

“Mmph!” The floor beneath him started wiggling and groaning, startling Ruggie. His eyes were slowly adjusting to the dark, his hyena genes serving him well as he yelped, looking down.

A white cloth was tied around your mouth while your hands and feet were bound by what looked like Floyd’s scarf. Ruggie’s ears and dahlias drooped down as he saw that your cheeks were covered in tear tracks. 

"Mmmphie! Mmmphie! Mmmph mmph mmph!" came out from behind the tightly-bound cloth.

“W-what? FLOYD! JADE! WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU TWO?!” He could hear the twins’ laughter from outside the door. Ruggie started pounding on the door with his fist, growling before freezing, hearing your muffled crying.

The hyena scrambled to turn on the light switch before returning back to your curled up form, gingerly untying the bound on your mouth. 

“R-r-ruggie!!” You bawled out, fresh new tears spilling out of your eyes as he undid the knot on your hands, then feet. 

“Hey, hey it’s alright Prefect, Y/N? I’m here—AH!” He yelped as you launched yourself in his arms, landing on his back, red petals flying . He stiffened as you shoved your head into the nook of his neck, hiccuping as you began babbling. 

“I’m sorry Ruggie!!!” Softly glowing dahlias started popping up from between his ears and vines growing down his arms as he spat out petals. 

“What’re you talking about? This isn’t your fault—”

“But it is! Azul and them said you were sick and that it was my faaaaault!” He froze, pulling you away to look at your teary eyes and snotty face. 

Gods you looked terrible. Red-faced, puffy eyes, and pout made you look like an ugly crier, not doing you any justice. Ruggie couldn’t help the squeeze in his heart as you reached back out to clutch onto him again. You were the cutest ugly crier he’d ever seen. 

“What? What do you mean—”

“They said that my crush on you’s been making you puke the flowers!” Ruggie’s ears perked up, and despite the growing blush and the resembling dahlias, he let you continue.

“Your crush?”

“My crush!!! It’s making you sick, a-and that I needed to confess to make it go away but-but-but-” You wailed, Ruggie allowing you to shove your head into his chest. 

“I was embarrassed! Then Floyd got mad a-at me and he and Jade tied me up and threw me in here.”

Ruggie hummed in response. It made sense now why Azul specifically asked him to collect the produce from the kitchen, instead of letting him manage the floor like usual. 

“They said I was ’ppose to be a present. I’m sorry Ruggie, I didn’t mean to drag you into this.”

He let out a heavy sigh, rubbing the back of your head affectionately.  

“Nah, it’s not your fault entirely.” He tilted your chin to look up at him. “You are the reason I got the flowers, but not cause of your crush though.”

You made a questioning noise, blinking curiously at him. You looked like one of the kids back home after throwing a tantrum. 

“Shyehehehe! They didn’t say what the flowers ‘re from?” Ruggie laughed as you pouted, pinching his cheek.”

“What do you mean? Is it still my fault? And I basically just confessed! I’m crying in a closet, just confessed and you’re laughing at me!”

Ruggie’s laughter died down as he grabbed your hand, moving it to cradle his cheek instead. His ears perked up as he heard your soft gasp, his eyes meeting yours, blown wide. 

His tail wagged, despite himself. “It’s cause I like ya, Prefect. I like ya so much that it makes my stomach ache and flowers sprout from all over. I gotta hand it to ya, for a cute little herbivore, you sure got your teeth dug right into my heart.”

You scoffed, using your other arm to wipe your face clean. 

“The dahlias make sense now…did you at least try eating them?”

He let out a barking laugh, followed by your giggling. “I thought about it! I spat out enough of them that I got sick of the taste, besides…”

Ruggie could hear the rustling of his tail under his clothes as he wrapped an arm around your waist, grinning wider at the gasp that left your mouth as he yanked you onto his lap. 

He pressed you against him until your bodies were flushed against one another. Heat pooled in the pit of his stomach as he gazed up to your flustered face. Ruggie nuzzled his head into your chest, feeling your rapidly speeding heartbeat. 

“Ruggie…” You tangled your hands through his hair, making him groan as you gently pulled his head back and rubbed the backs of his ears. 

You leaned down to graze your lips over his, giving Ruggie a heady whine as he nibbled on your lower lip.

“Shyehehe~ You’re awfully clingy for a poor little hyena like me, you sure I meet your standards?”

Despite his attempt at humor, Ruggie was sure that you could hear the apprehensive tone in his voice, your eyes softening. 

Instead of pointing his insecurity out, you answered his question with a deep, open-mouth kiss. He groaned into your mouth, returning your kiss with desperation, as if you’d disappear in his grasp. 

Ruggie’s hands wandered along your sides, slipping underneath your shirt and tracing your spine, causing you to shiver in delight. You pulled away from his lips, causing him to let out a displeased growl before shifting into something closer to a purr as you left wet kisses along his neck. 

Feeling your teeth softly dig themselves into the crook of his neck and chest, Ruggie rolled his hips into yours, delighting in the moan that left you. 

Just as you started suckling, no doubt leaving a mark, his world turned upside down as he suddenly fell backwards onto the ground of the college kitchen. 

“Ow, shit!” Ruggie winced as the back of his head smacked into the hard tile flooring, you splayed over his body. 

“What is wrong with you two? When I said get them into a room together, I didn’t mean—oh my!” Azul squeaked, glasses skewed as he saw the two of you. Ruggie developing a dark red hickey and you with your shirt nearly half off. 

“Aw, see it worked out!” Floyd chirped, delighted at the turn of events. 

Jade chuckled, taking his phone out to quickly snap a photo. 

“W-what, hey! Don’t go taking pictures!” Ruggie cried out as the both of you scrambled to get up and tidy yourselves.

Jade smiled innocently. “Oh? Don’t worry, I’ll only share it with the other second years, just to win a bet.”

Ruggie narrowed his eyes at Jade. “Alright but how much did ya bet? You’re gonna split it with me right—”

The four men winced at your shrill shriek. 

“RUGGIE?! NO!” 

Zinnia – A purple zinnia flower symbolizes spiritual exaltation and honoring the divine. It also symbolizes love on a soul mate level.

Pink cosmos – In the Victorian era, cosmos flowers symbolized joy in love and in life. Dark pinks ones should be given to a romantic interest.

The latest unbirthday planning was going well. Since spring had just arrived, it was tradition for the first spring unbirthday party to have the desserts be made with the seasonal harvest. Riddle was especially happy to hear that Trey would be making strawberry and apricot tarts for this party. 

Trey was especially excited to try his hand at his mother’s sugared lavender cupcakes, a family recipe that she insisted on keeping out of his hands until he guaranteed her an in-law. 

Luckily he’d managed to convince her by telling her that the cupcakes might help him dazzle a certain someone. She was quick to mail him the original copy with the promise of a visitor during the next break. 

Now if only he could find the recipe card. 

“Hmm, I thought I brought it down from my room…hey Cater?”

“Yeah Trey?” Cater answered in a sing-song voice. 

“I can’t find my mom’s recipe card.” Trey groaned as he rubbed his face. “She’ll kill me if I lose it, can you go to my room to check if I left it on my desk?” 

Cater winked and gave him a finger gun. “Sure thing Trey! Cay-Cay in on the case! Brb!”

Trey nodded as Cater left the kitchen, now focusing on preparing the jam and frosting for the strawberry-lemon cake, which was cooling on the counter. He was so focused on making the jam and whisking the cream cheese frosting, he failed to notice a certain someone sneaking up behind him. 

“Boo!” 

Trey hummed, looking over his shoulder to look down at you with your arms out and teeth bared. “Oh, hey Y/N, you’re here early.”

“Aw booooooo! You were supposed to get scared!” You pouted at the taller man, pulling at his arm as he laughed at your little tantrum. 

“Haha, scared? Of you? Hardly.” Trey winced and held his arms up in defense, still laughing as you started to pound on his arms and back. 

“Ow, ow! Okay I concede!” He grabbed your hands, holding them over your head as he leaned down towards your face, smirking. 

Trey hovered his face over yours, enjoying your pouty blush. With a teasing lilt, he cooed, “Don’t be a brat, Y/N. Or else you won’t get a treat later~”

“Hmph, maybe I’ll just steal some later. What are you gonna do? Punish me?” You replied in an equally teasing tone, stepping on your tiptoes, making yourself just talk enough to brush your nose against his. 

“Mmm, don’t tempt me, I just might—”

“Hey Trey I found your—whoa! What did I just walk into?”

The two of you rapidly distanced yourselves from each other, Trey nearly knocking over the bowl of jam and you tripping into the table chair. 

Both of you answered Cater with a louder than needed, “Nothing!” as your faces turned the same shade as the strawberries he was baking with. 

“Riiiiight, uh, Trey I got your mom’s recipe card!” The ginger looked between you two with an absolute ecstatic grin, making eye contact with Trey and wiggling his eyebrows. 

“I can come back though, if you two need a moment—”

You interrupted, “No, it’s fine. I promised Ace and Deuce I’d help paint the roses.” 

Trey looked at you wistfully as you tidied yourself, pulling out a bouquet of dark-pink cosmos from your bag. 

“Here, you like these right? I thought you could use them to decorate the cake ‘n stuff.”

Trey smiled and accepted the bouquet of admittedly stunning cosmos, ignoring Cater’s open mouth smile and silent squealing. 

“Thanks, I’m sure they’ll go great with the cake, I’ll see you later.”

His eyes wandered up and down your body as you left the kitchen, waving your fingers as you gave a playful “Bye~”

Trey replied with his own enamored “bye” as he waved after you, a lovesick grin on his face as he watched you leave. 

Eyes still on the doorway you left through, it took a few moments and Cater waving his hand in front of his face to get his attention back. 

“Helloooo? Wonderland to Trey~” Cater sang, snapping his fingers in Trey’s face. “You’re a lil out of it, got something juicy you wanna share with me? Come on! Give Cay-Cay the deets!”

Trey rolled his eyes, swiping the recipe card from his friend’s hands. 

“There’s no ‘deets’ for Cay-Cay to know, not if he wants me to make him a spicy fruit cocktail for today.”

Cater hummed as he watched Trey resume building the strawberry-lemon cake, gesturing for him to grab stuff from the pantry. 

“Now, help me grab the lavender from the pantry, and get some more flour, I’ll need it for the cupcakes.”

“Sure! Speaking of flowers…” Cater leaned over to whisper into Trey’s ear, “why’s your trash can full of flower petals? Are you secretly a botanist, or is there something you're not telling me?”

Cater let out an uncharacteristically giddy cackle as he watched Trey drop the clean bowl he’d grabbed, whipping around to stare at him with wide eyes. 

“You saw those?” 

“Yeah, zinnias right?” Cater called out as he collected the items Trey requested. “Little Y/N’s favorite~ You want to tell me where you got so many?”

“Uh, the botanical gardens, where else?”

“Yeah, yeah. Sure, the gardens.” sneaking up from behind him, Cater plucked a light purple colored flower from the back of Trey’s neck, who hissed at the sudden prick. 

“Not from hanahaki popping up on your body, tooootallyyy!”

Trey groaned out loud, attempting to look behind him for any other blooms. “Damn it, I thought I got rid of them. Are there more I can’t see?” 

“Nah, you’re fine.” Cater waved him off, looking around the hard-to-reach places for his friend. “It was just the one.”

Trey sighed in relief, thanking Cater as he placed the bag of lavender petals in his hand, “Good, it was a pain to get them out of my hair, let alone my mouth. They’re really bitter you know?”

“O-M-G, Treeeeey!” Cater gasped, throwing himself against his friend. “That’s, like, a supes easy fix! Just confess, you already have the flowers to give!”

“Ha, I know, I plan to later.”

“Plus, with the way you two were allover each other earlier, there’s no way they won’t say yes—OMGWAITWHAT!”

Cater shook Trey by his shoulders, while the latter attempted to steady the bowl of dry ingredients in his hand, guarding it with a vigor akin to a knight and their liege. 

“OMGNOWAYWHENHOWAREYOUGONNADOITINFRONTOFEVERYONEAREYOUGONNADOITINPRIVATECANIRECORDCANIPOSTITTREYTREYTREYTREYTREY—”

Trey smacked his free hand on Cater’s mouth, effectively silencing him minus a few muffled sounds. He breathed out a heavy and deep sigh before slowly replying to Cater. 

“If I take my hand off your mouth, will you quiet down?”

Cater gave an enthusiastic nod, eyes twinkling. Trey could feel the grin against his hand, and reluctantly and slowly removed his hand. 

“...So when did you find out? When did you decide to confess?!” The ginger asked giddily, watching as Trey resumed his task at hand, preparing the ingredients for the lavender cupcakes. 

“A week ago, I overheard Ace and Deuce talking about the Prefect coughing up a bunch of pink cosmos, they were arguing over what tea would help with their symptoms.”

Cater made an ‘O’ shape with his mouth, pointing at the cosmos you’d given to Trey earlier, placed carefully on the counter. 

“You mean—”

“Mm-hm, those are probably their hanahaki, grew up with those in my mom’s garden, she used them as garnishes on cakes, especially wedding ones.”

Trey smiled fondly as he reached to grab one of the small flowers, rubbing the soft petals between his fingers. “A bit after that I started to find zinnias in my bed, coughing them up and everything. I think the nurse probably put two and two together after I went to see her.”

He shrugged as he grabbed his mother’s recipe card, twirling it in his fingers. 

“I figured, why wait? Mom always said that it was these cupcakes that snatched Dad up, I’ve always wanted to try my hand at them plus she wouldn’t pass down this recipe without a partner in the picture.”

“Oh, Trey!” Cater clasped his hands together as he squealed, “You want help? I get some of the froshies to finish up the tarts and cake, so you can focus on those! Like, don’t even worry about it boo!”

Cater winked gave Trey a half-arm hug. “I’ll make sure they follow instructions to a T! All I ask for in exchange is the exclusive right to snap the first pic of the brand-new school couple, capiche?”

True to his word, Cater was quick to round up a handful of freshmen who he’d found goofing off instead of painting roses. They were more than happy to take over Trey’s baking, after he gave them strict rules and a talking too on what to do, in order to not be snitched off to Riddle. 

Thankfully, the cupcakes weren’t difficult to make, what with his experience in the kitchen. He’d cut the recipe down by half so that he’d only make four, medium sized cupcakes. In fact, the most difficult part was making sure that he ground up enough lavender to turn the glaze a soft purple, which complemented the zinnias he’d placed in the small basket. Using the plush flowers as a cushion, he placed the blooms of your cosmos in between the gaps, creating a beautiful, pink and purple presentation. 

He was sure you’d love it, carefully hiding the wicker basket, covered by a white tablecloth, underneath the table. 

Later, Trey smiled as he looked around at the dorm members enjoying the party. His cake was a big hit, and Riddle in particular was enjoying the flower themed desserts, specially the daisy-shaped fruit tarts. 

“You’ve outdone yourself this time Trey!” Riddle praised him, “It seems that everyone has particularly enjoyed the sweets this time around. Well done, I’d expect nothing less!

Trey chuckled bashfully, rubbing the back of his head. “Thanks Riddle, be sure to praise the freshmen too, that group over there helped out a lot as well.”

Riddle nodded, his mood in high-spirits as he walked over to the group Trey gestured to. Trey raised his head to look over the crowd of red, white, and black for Cater, who was currently adjusting his slice of cake for the perfect angle. 

Grim was also with him, hungrily waiting for Cater to give him the okay to make the sacrifice of scarfing down the sweet dessert. Perfect.

Trey briskly walked over to him, basket in hand, leaning down to whisper in his ear. Cater perked up and nodded before calling out. 

“Hey Acey, Deucey! Com ‘ere real quick, Cay-Cay needs ya for a super-duper important task!”

The pair perked up mid-conversation with you, nodding at you and rushing over to Cater per his request. Trey walked over to you, though he could make out Cater asking the duo for assistance with a Magicam post. 

“Hey, Y/N.” You smiled up at him as he approached, wiping the tart crumbs from the corner of your mouth. Trey had the impulsive to lean down and lick the mess off of you himself, though he shook it away. 

“Hey, what’s up Trey!” You clasped your hands behind you, rocking back and forth on your heels, unaware of the petals. “You did great with the desserts, I noticed you didn’t use the flowers I gave you on the cake though…are they not edible?”

“About that…I actually wanted to show you something else I did with the flowers,” Trey held his hand out to you soft smile growing bigger as you laced your fingers through his. 

Trey led you to an isolated corner of the rose maze, stiffening slightly as you wrapped your arm around his, relaxing as you leaned in. The small basket was being carefully guarded against his right side, being carefully cradled like a precious stone in a gold necklace. 

The two of you remained in a comfortable silence, basking in each other’s presence like an old, aging married couple on a stroll. The image made him smile. 

I wasn’t but a few minutes later that you’d arrived at a secluded white gazebo, roses and vines crawling up the sides. It was just far enough away that the sound of laughter and chatter from the party was but a faint white noise, giving Trey the perfect ambiance needed for his plan. 

“Take a seat right there, I got something for you.” Trey gestured to the stone bench, a fitting heart-shaped backrest further setting the mood. 

“Oh? Alright.” You took a seat, still looking up at him with a curious expression. “Is it something in the basket?”

He let out a soft chuckle, “Why don’t you close your eyes and let me surprise you?” 

You squint your eyes in suspicion, scoffing as you obey.

“Fine, if I get another spoonful of vanilla extract though—”

Trey barked out a laugh. “I told you it was bitter! Now keep those eyes closed.”

“It smells sweet! It’s made of vanilla!” You huffed, flinching and then relaxing as you felt him place the basket on your lap. “That’s not the worst thing even, I’m still angry about the oyster sauce donuts!”

“Okay that one was your own fault, you saw me do the same thing with Ace and the chestnut tarts, remember? When we first met?”

You smiled fondly, as did Trey though you couldn’t see it. What Trey could see though were the cosmos blooming along your exposed nape. He let out a soft cough, spitting out a lilac zinnia. 

“Hmm, yeah, I do.” He wiped his hands clean, gingerly placing the zinnia on the bench next to you, uncovering the basket and grabbing one of the still pristine cupcakes. 

“Okay, here—” Trey took the sugared lavender stem and held it up to you mouth. “—open up and say ‘aah’~”

“Pfft—okay, aaaah~” Grinning, Trey placed the stem on your tongue and watched as you slowly chewed. 

“Well? How’s that taste?”

You hummed. “It’s sweet, flowery…it tastes like the evening tea Riddle has before bed…soooo lavender?”

Trey hummed in affirmation. “That’s right, now take a bite of this.” He unfolded the wrapper off of the cupcake, holding it up as you took a small bite. 

“Mmmh! Trey!” Your moan of delight caused a pleasurable shiver down his spine, less than pure thoughts filling his head. “It’s so good, it’s lavender too? Is it a cookie…no wait, a cupcake!”

“Heh, good guess, I have one last thing for you to taste, ‘kay?”

He watched as you eagerly nodded, mouth open for the next treat. Trey leaned down, hovering his lips over you own, noticing the light purple glaze still on your bottom lip.

Feeling his breath over your own, you stuttered out, “T-trey? What are you—mmph!”

Trey gently, but firmly pressed his lips to yours, licking the glaze and swiping his tongue along your lip as you opened up to let him in. Your hands reached to tug him by the lapel, returning his kiss with eagerness and tugging him closer and closer, gasps leaving both of your lips. 

Still hands were now wandering, gliding up your thighs and along the curve of your back, deciding to settle on the backrest. Trey found himself leaning down to match your height, knee settled in between your thighs. 

A beguiling groan rang from between your mouths, from who you didn’t know, then another as Trey’s tongue met your own. Then a gasp as you felt his hand hook underneath you as he lifted you to curl against his body, left hand still cradling and rubbing soothing circles at the small of your back. 

Your back was so far arched, chest meeting chest, that you moved your hands from their steel grip on his lapels to instead wrap around his shoulder and neck as he dipped you further to feel your body press into his. 

Trey licked your lower lip again, positive he could still taste the sweet lavender on your lip, causing you to whine as he instead took your lower lip between his teeth and tug. Breaking the kiss to observe your red face, gasping breaths, and half lidded eyes. 

He has to say, of all the cakes, cookies, and pastries he’s made and tried over the years, you were by far the sweetest, and most divine treat he’s tasted. Trey decided that he needed another taste to confirm as he lips met yours for another passionate kiss.

[drdemonprince]

So, I (a trans guy) am kind of coming to terms with the fact that I might be more gay than bisexual after all. Where I live, the queer community is split pretty definitively between the "women, non binary and trans people" (or FLINTA*, if you're familiar with that horrible term) and the gay male community. While I have lots of problems with the former, it is kind of the community I am in, mostly because it has felt safe during my transition. It still feels safe, but not really comfortable. I want to feel like I am part of the gay male community, especially if I mostly want to date queer men in the future.

I am like, so scared of existing in any gay male spaces. When I tried being in them pre T, I felt like an imposter. When I travelled to the US a few years ago, the only place my then partner (also on T) and me were misgendered consistently was in gay bars (in a lot of famous "gay friendly" cities). All of this has left me with a sense of humiliation and not-belonging that gets reactivated every time I even think of stepping into one again, even if I am fairly certain I would not get this reaction now.

How do I get past the shame that is attached to my previous experiences and learn to actually enjoy myself there?

So, I believe that you have the order of operations wrong here. You don't get past shame and then go out to these gay spaces -- you go out to those gay spaces and then overcome (some) of your shame. And that shame may live with you forever in some form. You can still have a worthwhile life with it.

Go to the gay bars. There are many different kinds of them, all with wildly different energies and clientelle, and it is normal and boring and blase for trans guys to be at each and every single one of them.

One way that many newbies unwittingly screw up is by going to the most circuity, dance-y kinds of gay bars that tend to be filled with young, thin, rich, superficial people -- and then they mistake the meanness of that crowd for the meanness of all gays, or interpret the meanness as a sign they are not accepted by "the gay male community."

There is no singular gay male community. There are in fact a wide variety of subcultures with their own beauty standards, stylistic choices, interests, and norms. And there's a lot of cliquishness and mean girl behavior among people who have decided they are high rank in any particular small subculture, don't get me wrong. But you don't have to believe in any of it. They're just coping with their own history of marginalization and rejection by trying to become a new ruling class within their own tiny pond. You can laugh it off as the work of kind of sad, small thinking and just enjoy yourself and talk to people who are not assholes.

So, go to the leather bar. Go to a pup night. Go to an old-timers bar filled with gays over 60 (they will be nice to you and buy you drinks, I promise). Go to a gay bar that's casual and nerdy, with arcade machines and pub trivia. Go to a drag bar on a weekday night and meet some of the newer queens who are still trying to find their chops. And yes, go to the DJ sets and dance clubs all you like, but don't let what a few snatched bitchy 22-year-olds (or insecure former twink 42 year old real estate agents) get you feeling insecure. They're doing that shit because they are insecure.

Bring a friend. Talk to someone who seems nervous and alone on the side of the dance floor, too. Wear an outfit that will get some compliments. Nurse a drink at the bar and trawl grindr to see if anyone seems worth talking to. Join a dungeon or a gay running group. Attend a gay men's support group at your local lgbt center. Meet a ton of people and just get yourself out there, and quickly you will realize that your mind has wildly over dramatized how much you stand out or how much anybody cares.

Fat gays, disabled gays, older gays, Autistic gays, nerdy gays, poor gays, Black and brown gays, immigrant gays, they all feel like they do not belong and are not welcome too. Find them and be kind to them and hold onto them. Notice who is nice and warm with you, but also don't read into it too much if some people are just neutral. Eventually you will figure out what you like doing, which spaces you enjoy inhabiting, and who you want to be there with -- and then you'll have some fun.

[polin-erospsyche]

Part 2 to my incredibly long reaction to the incredibly short trailer

Part 1

In other news, less dramatic ones, Kanthony are home and they’re bringing with them some much needed order and sense back into the mayhem that is the Bridgerton home and everyone’s happy about it

Yes Anthony, things have been swift. They know. They definitely know the gentleman Colin prised himself on being is long gone, and that he’s compromised Pen and the worst thing is Colin’s not even half apologetic about it. He’s just so pleased with himself? Look at him and his emotional support liquor, he’s li ke « hehehe I did finger her in the back of a carriage, it was wild, I finally know what love is hehe »

El is also hanging out with her emotional support champagne. “Here’s to truly knowing each other, completely” that stings. Also Colin is catching up on the fact that Pen is not being truthful, he’s slowly waking up to all the blatantly obvious clues. Queue to said blatantly obvious clues (also the ring!!!):

The boy is so confused though when she says she’s been writing letters. He’s like “to whom??? I’m right here??? Tell me there’s not another suitor you’ve been secretly seeing” —> actually talking about this do you think that’s how Colin starts to think that he has competition and makes up a completely fictional rival??!

In other news Pen is just there hanging out with a family who finds emotional support in alcohol while she’s just hanging out in her psychological horror show. It’s ok baby, breathe and go tell him. I promise he’ll find it way more appealing than we all thought originally.

Also did I mention I need more horny and domestic Polin??? And they look so good in their new flat??? Like it’s literally their colour. Did Colin really go out there the very next day and was like “I need a blue, green, and yellow flat for the love of my life”?

Ok this is where I start to freak out. First he’s exchanged his emotional support liquor for emotional support tea. So the angst?! I’m gonna need my own emotional support liquor

Also this is so strange to me, he’s in their flat most likely, he’s sitting on the couch. It’s morning so he’s had time to process. Pen (if the shot right after is the same scene) barely dares to go and see him but she also has her hair down and looks to be at home. So are they already living together before they get married? If so the scandal. Or is this ep 8? But there seems to be pillows on that couch too? So did he sleep on the couch? Do we get to see the awkward and fragile state of their relationship, where they’re hurt but their love for each other is still so incredibly deep? If so I will die in the angst ditch that is Polin

And we’re back to lighter stuff, I think this is ep6 so he still had no idea. And just the way she giggles? Oh my heart cannot handle the sweetness.

WHAT AM I GOOD FOR??? So much Colin. You’re worth and count for so much my sweet summer child. Oh hero complex Colin, we love you oh so much. I was dying the whole way through but this is where I perished. THE ANGST. They really need to meet each other midway though. She needs to let him in and he needs to learn that she does not need saving, she needs love and companionship.

Thank you Netflix, I love them ❤️ Polin was getting a bit too real and dramatic for a second there.

[heyhihellosworld]

𝐃𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧

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Instagram Au

Notes: This is the first social media Au's I've made and it was a lot of fun, though I'll admit it took a lot longer than it should. Don't know about this to be honest

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[nickel156]

Not you being an abuse apologist 🤮 mind you, tamlin is an old ass fae high lord who's had plenty of time already to reflect and change his ways, his abusive tendencies are clearly ingrained into his entire being. Funny you only mention feyre as an example even though it's also implied that he's abusive towards lucien. And you clearly know very little about abuse because intent is irrelevant compared to impact. Feyre and Lucien LEFT his ass and wanted nothing to do with him so that tells you everything.

Here we go again with the dramatics. Abuse apologist?

That's the best you've got? I mean, come on, at least try to be creative. But I see we're back to the same tired argument: if someone doesn't immediately throw Tamlin into the "irredeemable villain" category, suddenly they're an apologist. How original.

Oh, you’re right—let’s set the record straight. In ACOFAS, Tamlin and Lucien did, in fact, get into a physical fight, and I’m fully aware of it. But it’s interesting how you’re framing that like it’s the defining moment of their centuries-long relationship. Sure, Tamlin hit Lucien, but let’s not forget why—Lucien had just helped Feyre demolish his entire court and then went off to work with Tamlin’s literal enemies. I don’t know about you, but I’m pretty sure most people would have some feelings about that.

And let’s not pretend like Lucien and Tamlin didn’t have a deep bond before all this went down. They were best friends for centuries, long before Feyre showed up and threw a grenade into their lives. Yes, their relationship got messy—Tamlin’s spiraling, Lucien’s torn between loyalty to his friend and loyalty to Feyre—but reducing that fight to just “abuse” is a laughably simplistic take. They’re two grown-ass fae dealing with the fallout of betrayal, power struggles, and centuries of loyalty crumbling in the span of, what, a few months?

Do I condone Tamlin hitting Lucien? No. But am I surprised that their relationship fractured after everything went to hell? Also no. It’s almost like you expect Tamlin to just sit there and smile while his best friend runs off with the person who wrecked his entire life. Sure, Tamlin messed up in ACOWAR, but pretending Lucien is some innocent bystander in all of this is just laughable. They’re both in the mess together.

So yeah, they fought in ACOFAS. But it’s not like that defines their entire relationship or suddenly makes Tamlin the monster you’re painting him to be. It’s not as simple as “Tamlin is abusive, end of story.” Their dynamic is way more complicated than that, but I guess it’s easier to ignore context when it doesn’t fit your neat little narrative, huh?

But thanks for the reminder. Truly, your ability to dig up the most basic of facts is impressive. I guess I’ll just sit here, twiddling my thumbs, while I wait for you to come up with something actually original or remotely interesting for once. Because, honestly, if this is the best you’ve got, I’m not exactly holding my breath for anything groundbreaking. You keep bringing the same recycled points to the table, and it’s getting real tired.

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Paper Moon: Part One

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.7k

Warnings: canon angst and violence, extra angst

Summary: A case brings you back to someone you let go once before. Now, you have a decision to make: let her go again or kill her. Whatever option that will piss the Winchesters off, right?

Season Ten Masterlist

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. I love seeing any and all comments <3

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You're turning the small room you dedicated to yourself into something you might be permanently in. Who knows how long you'll be like this or if it will last forever? If it does, then you're never sleeping in your shared room with Dean ever again. You've just got back from shopping so you're putting your new clothes away. The door to your room opens and you don't have to look to know who it is.

"Hi," he says.

"I was wondering when you were gonna come talk to me," you smirk and look at your husband.

"I heard the rumors. I wanted to know if it was true."

"If what was true?" You grab the small pile of folded pants and place them neatly into your dresser drawers. "That I finally knocked some sense into me and saw you for who you really are? A man who has Daddy issues, abandonment issues, and is an all-around-dick kind of a guy? Then yes, the rumors are true."

This isn't real, Dean. She's not herself. This isn't the real her. Don't let her know her words hurt.

Dean reminds himself that you're a shell of the woman he loves, so he takes a deep breath to calm himself.

"I remember everything." You grab two shirts and hang them in your closet. "I want to know if you meant what you said."

"You're gonna have to refresh my memory. I said a lot of things."

The smile on your face tells him you know exactly what he's talking about.

"You know what I'm talking about."

"No, I don't. Please remind me. What did I say?"

Dean hates that he has to repeat your words, but you're not going to make this easy on him.

"That I'm such a shitty person, husband, father. How our kids are happier without me in their life? Ring a bell?"

"Yeah, I knew what you were talking about," you giggle. "I just wanted to hear you say it." Dean glares at you which brings you joy. He has to remind himself yet again to not give you a reaction. That's all you're after. If he gives you that, he's only going to get hurt. You grab your new underwear and place them inside one of the drawers of your dresser. "Look, I meant every word. Everyone around you dies so that also makes you a shitty hunter." He has a stoic look on his face but you can see the tears in his eyes. "I'm not trying to be mean, I'm only stating facts."

You finish putting away your clothes and are about to pass by him to leave your room when he pulls something from his pocket. He holds the item in front of him so you both can see what it is.

"I found this in my room."

You look down at your shiny wedding ring that you put in his duffel bag a few days ago.

"Am I supposed to be on the floor in tears for throwing that away?"

"You don't have to be that dramatic, but a little emotion wouldn't hurt."

You step closer to Dean and slide your hands over his body starting at his stomach. You move your hands up his chest and your arms around his neck so you can pull him closer. You lean your face in closer to his seductively. He closes his eyes thinking you're going to kiss him but you move past his lips and to his ear.

"Listen closely because I'm only gonna say this once. Whatever feelings I've had for you are gone. They do not exist. You mean nothing to me, and when I say that, I fucking mean it. You could drop dead at this fucking second and I'd step over your body and move on with my life. Don't think for a second that I'd trade my life for yours because I do not love you. I'm not in love with you, I do not think about you, and you're the least of my concerns. Do with that what you will."

You shove him away from you and leave him to think about your words alone. Without you there to see him, he silently cries. He clenches his jaw to keep himself from full-on sobbing but the tears still stream down. He's not sure what happened to you or why you're like this, but hearing those words come from your mouth is gut-wrenching.

He forces that heartbreak down and wipes his face until it looks like he hasn't been crying. He leaves your room in search of his brother. Sam is in the library doing something on his laptop when Dean enters. They've been taking a break while Dean heals from his time as a demon, but enough is enough.

"Hey, I got you your fav--" Sam looks up and sees a look of hurt across Dean's face. "Are you okay?"

"Fine. Where are my kids? Where are my dogs?"

This is the part Sam's been dreading. He knew Dean would ask sooner or later, and he hadn't prepared a better answer for himself.

"I don't know," Sam winces.

"What the fuck do you mean, I don't know?"

"They're safe. That's all I know, okay?"

"Are you serious, Sam? You don't know where my kids are?!"

"Look, do you really want them around right now? Do you think they'd be safe with Y/N the way she is?"

Sam's right. Sam is always fucking right. If you speak to your own husband like that, imagine how you'd treat your own kids.

"You're right, but I'd still like to know where they are."

"Do you?" Sam raises his eyebrows. "What do you think Y/N would do if she knew where they were? She could use them against us. She knows we'd do anything to protect them. Right now, they're safe and that's all that matters."

God, he can be so fucking annoying sometimes.

Dean rolls his eyes and lets the topic go for now. He pulls out a chair and grabs the newspaper Sam was reading not too long ago. He comes across an article about a murder with the heart eaten right out of the chest.

"Hey, did you see this story?"

"Maybe it was an animal kill," Sam says and continues to type.

"It was three kills, and it was in the same town all within the last month."

"Yeah, you're right. We should call some guys and have them fix it."

"Good. Smart," Dean nods. "Or we could do it. We'd be in and out. It's a milk run."

"When is that ever the case for us," Sam sighs.

"Listen, I appreciate us hanging out and doing brother stuff together, but I need to work. I need this."

Sam thinks about his words and the situation before giving in.

"If things go sideways... I mean, like an inch, you gotta give me the heads-up."

"Done. You got my word."

"When do we leave?" Both brothers turn to see you in the archway between the war room and the library. "What? It's getting boring here." Sam and Dean aren't thrilled to bring you along on a hunt, but any hunt means there will be death. Death means there will be chaos. Chaos is exactly what you're craving right now. "I'm already packed and ready to go. I'll meet you in the car."

"This is going to be a long week," Dean sighs.

It takes an entire day to get to King's County, Washington which you weren't too fond of taking. Especially if you're locked inside with both brothers yapping in your ear the entire time. You get out of the car to stretch your legs when your stiff shirt scratches at your neck.

"Tell me why I'm wearing this shit?" you complain as you walk to the station.

You and the brothers are wearing dark brown slacks with a forest green shirt tucked underneath the waist of the pants. You look like forest rangers if you had to guess.

"Hey, if you want to hunt with us, that's fine. You gotta look the part so that means keep your mouth shut and let us do the talking," Dean snaps at you.

You three walk into the police station where the sheriff greets you. Dean hands over his badge while Sam simply flashes it. You stay behind them and let them do the talking.

"Gentleman and lady. We're damn glad to see you," the sheriff says and hands Dean his badge back. "You three must come up on stuff like this all the time."

"Oh yeah," Sam and Dean nod.

"Hell, I've seen raccoons in rec rooms and bears in swimming pools, but this? You tell me."

"Yeah," Dean nods. The sheriff looks at him expecting a story of something crazier and Dean blushes slightly under the spotlight. "Oh, you know, where do we start? Logging."

"Ice caps," Sam chimes in.

"Bitcoin... Obama."

The sheriff stares at him in suspicion, and you snicker at how dumb they're both being. Dean turns and glares at you while Sam changes the topic.

"You know what? Maybe you could walk us through the attacks. Any similarities or anything weird you noticed?"

"The only weird thing about them was how similar they were. Those folks were torn clean through with their hearts gone."

"Gone as in...?"

"Consumed, most likely."

"We're there any witnesses?"

"The first two attacks were really late at night, but the one at the bar had a ton of witnesses. You'd think with it being jam-packed, there would be more witnesses than Tommy."

"What did he see?" Dean asks.

"Honestly, not much. Tommy ain't exactly what we call a reliable witness, and he's telling anybody who'll listen he saw some girl go out back with Barker, and she got torn up, too."

"So, there was a second victim?"

"I doubt it because Tommy's a drunk. There's no body, no DNA, no blood trail, and nothing to suggest another victim." A deputy walks up to the sheriff and taps on his shoulder. "Give me one second."

"Hearts missing sounds wolfy to me," Dean says once the two officers are gone.

"Yeah. It's pretty brazen, even for a werewolf."

"Do you think it was the girl?"

"Let's find out."

Tommy is the only witness to have seen something, and you knew he was going to be at the bar where the last attack took place. It isn't hard to pick him out of a crowd of people. He looks disheveled like he hasn't taken a shower in weeks, and his teeth are stained from the many alcoholic drinks he's had. Sam and Dean immediately talk to him while you go to the bar counter to order yourself a drink.

Once you have your favorite drink in hand, you walk back over to the brothers who are in the middle of a conversation with Tommy. 

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[nemo-of-house-hamartia]

Greetings!!!

I hope this ask is not too personal, but I am curious. The question is which one of your fandom couples is just like you and your husband in real life? I read and watch your work and I just love them all. Also I have a weakness for happy couples (even though they go through hell sometimes, but fighting against the odds for their love is vital.).

Thank you! 😊 Have a beautiful day today.

Good morning, good morning dear Nonnie!!

And welcome here, in my humble abode!!!

allow me to offer you some tea and maamoul, to refresh yourself! <3

Today is such a hot day here, some Moroccan Mint tea and maamoul will surely help restore some energies! <3

SO, ONTO YOUR QUESTION.

First of all, do not worry one bit, the question you asked was definitely not too personal for me to answer! :)

Second of all, I am immensely humbled by your words, and I am grateful for your appreciation of them (and omg, if you love happy couples, then buckle up, BECAUSE FLUFFINESS IS HOUSE OF HAMARTIA'S MAIN STRENGTH LOLOLOL. Seriously, even the toughest of all my pairings would end up having a happy ending!

NOW, ONTO YOUR QUESTION (and this time for real lolol).

I'd say that, among all the couples that I have created and written for, the one that most resembles my husband and I is most definitely Dorothea and Jacob, for a variety of different reasons!

While their story is, of course, extremely dramatize in order to suit the world they belong to, there are certain elements that are directly inspired by my own personal life (in Dorothea's general familiar life before meeting Jacob) and by my life with my husband (after meeting Jacob).

Even some things, like the gift that Jacob gave Dorothea for her birthday (that I wrote in this ficlet) is inspired by a gift my husband gave me at the beginning of our relationship, when we were not married yet.

One hilarious, delicious twist, though, is that while the feelings that Dorothea harbours for Jacob and viceversa are poured directly from the feelings of immense love that I have for my husband, personality wise, my husband is the Dorothea and I am the Jacob of the couple!😂😂

Infact, many of Dorothea's aspects - her calm, collected demeanor; her logically-inclined mind; her cautious, judicious, contemplative personality; her penchant for always presenting herself at her best; her obsession with perfumes and her sharp nose; her being a night owl; her generosity through acts rather than words.

All these particular idiosyncrasies are directly taken from my husband, as a way for me to always have him close, even when I am writing.

As for me...

I THINK IT'S NOT TO HARD SEEING HOW I CAN BE THE JACOB OF THE SITUATION! 😂😂😂😂🙏💓

Also, the funniest fact is that, exactly like Jacob and Dottie, my husband and I are COMPLETE opposite, in personalities and hobbies, but, exactly like Jacob and Dottie, we share the same moral values, and we always strive to work together and communicate in order to better comprehend the other and make this 16-year-old relationship spent together work in a healthy way (which is something I bring a lot with Jacob and Dorothea).

So, we might say, that I took all the good of my relationship with my husband and poured it in Jacob and Dorothea's love story (while everything sad or "bad" is just me dramatizing Jacob and Dottie's relationship in virtue of the fact that they are a Templar and an Assassin lolol).

So, yes, there you have it! <3

Thanks for this question, Nonnie! <3

Have a beautiful day yourself!

[hazshit-hotel-hater]

*jingles keys infront of your face*

Hi guys

Having a strange night again but I suddenly remembered Frank Sinatra exists and my brain went nuts for a second and I remembered one very specific song that reminds me of Angel Dust and also this brings me to my topic of how to write what Episode 4 was trying to do without being shit.

Song for your listening pleasure~

Alright *cracks knuckles* let me tell you how my brain is working.

Poison is meant to sound like a generic romance pop song about a bad relationship on the surface but the audience is supposed to know it’s about something much worse. Now lets flip that around real quick.

“My Way Of Life” is a romance song.

At least I think it is? I’m under the aromantic umbrella and I don’t pick up on this stuff good.

BUT try listening to the song while imagining the wording to be more hostile and literal.

A few standout ones are these in my opinion

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Gotta have you near all the time, with your dreams wrapped up in mine.

Gotta be a part of your soul and your heart all the time.

You are my way of life.

The only way I know.

I’ll never let you go.

Because “I love you so.”

You are my way of life.

The only way I know.

Make me your way of life.

Don’t ever go.

Nothing in the world that I do means a thing without you.

Im just half alive, in my struggle to survive without you.

Never let you out of my sight.

Be it day.

Be it night.

You belong to me.

That’s the way it has to be; wrong or right.

—————

Colour coding this by which characters I feel represents these best by the way. Angel-ish ones are pink and Valentino ones are red.

When you look at them in a tone like that with certain lines being possessive, and fake (ie. “I love you so”) and the others being despairing, self-loathing, you can hopefully see how I mistook this for a much more unhappy song when I first heard it.

If you look at a song like this thats so dramatic and intense and full of emotion, it’s going to be better than some generic pop song like 99% of the time. The music also make sense for the time period Angel died since Sinatra was popular in the 1940-1950’s which I personally think adds more.

How I imagine some kind of music video for this would play out, I’ll probably end up storyboarding it sometime, but bear with me till I do. would be a lot of Angel doing day to day things and tapping more into what ADDICT did with flashbacks and hallucinations and so on without shoving rape in our faces. I touched on this in my original Episode 4 rant so I’m going to vaguely recap on that. There are times where very simple things can trigger unpleasant memories, I think everyone knows that. But for some reason, Vivzie seems to think the only way to show SA actually happened is to deliberately show us since every other character thats been sexually assaulted or sexually abused has it played off as a joke. Yes I am fucking talking about Sir Pentious.

Angel having a flashback or hallucination doesn’t have to be of it happening. It can be something as simple as sitting next to Valentino. Someone pronouncing something the same way Valentino would. A specific piece of trash on the floor like a cup showing up somewhere else. Reminders can be tiny have a massive impact. Sometimes reminders for shit I’ve experienced is something as small as a hat, water, or a nickname. Even a day of the month can be nerve wracking.

Im about to start listing a bunch of ideas and stuff so this may end up being the entire song, brace yourself for reading all this.

0:00-0:32

I feel like this would start with Angel in his room staring at a wall, probably drinking after work.

“Gotta have you near all the time with your dreams wrapped in mine.”

Is less of a willing “gotta” and more of a “I can’t do anything else.” with the talk of dreams alluding more to the fact that Angel’s original wants from the contract are long gone and noting that Valentino is controlling his career, future, needs, wants, “privileges”.

“Gotta be a part of your soul and of your heart all the time.”

Is once again about the contract of Angel’s soul.

0:33-0:51

“Nothing in the world that I do means a thing without you.”

In the original song I assume this is meant to be like “Life is so dull without you” but for the way I hear this song, it sounds a lot more like “Nothing that I do holds any meaning without your name attached to it.” in a kind of corporate way. I imagine this part with Angel walking down the street and seeing posters of himself but all of them have credits to Valentino somewhere on them. Angel likes his job but obviously the job that he previously enjoyed has turned into a dangerous and traumatic one. Posters like this can both be seen as a reminder that Angel is no longer in control of his own life and as some kind of intrusive thought like “I’m only famous because of you. I gave up everything for this.” AKA Valentino manipulating his way of thinking about his situation.

“I’m just half alive in my struggle to survive without you.”

Once again calling back to Angel’s contract. This part to me is more of what I stated in another rant I did a while ago. Honestly if I ever did this it’d likely take place after or during season 2 under the assumption Valentino dies. This is more of what I said in the linked post, but it’s a lot of Angel processing everything that’s happened to him. Everything suddenly hitting him all at once. “Struggle to survive without you” doesn’t mean that Angel is struggling because Valentino is gone, health struggling because he was there in the first place. Angel is dealing with and processing severe trauma and judging by ADDICT, dealing with vivid flashbacks and hallucinations as well.

0:52-1:15

A lot of this section reminds me of how I processed my emotions when I first realised that I had control over my own life again and I feel like Angel would feel very similarly to how I did.

“You are my way of life. The only way I know.”

After so many years of sticking to this strict regime, enduring so much pain and stress, it’s so hard to just suddenly snap out of it. That was your reality for years and it’s over, but everything that happened is still clinging to you so harshly it feels like its still happening, but when you prepare for a previous habit you picked up from that time and it doesn’t happen it can be so jarring it’s terrifying that you’re still so used to it. My best example in this setting is going to hang up a call and saying “Hey I have to go do something” and you expect to have to lie about why you’re leaving or prepare for the other person to get mad and then they just. Don’t. And you can hang up normally. I know some people wont get this but that kinda stuff is such a specific feeling of realisation.

“You are my way of life. I’ll never let you go.”

Can be taken as either Angel talking to himself; saying he’ll never let the memories and trauma from Valentino go because it’s so engrained into his mind, or, as Angel remembering Valentino explicitly stating he will never let him go. Even if Valentino is dead by this time, it could still be done with a flashback or auditory hallucination like Angel had in Episode 2.

I don’t think I’ll be diving into this entire song, but it really hit something in my brain. I had to quickly sketch a possible frame for a video if I did ever make one:

It’s a bit basic, but hopefully you see what I’m going for. This was for the 0:52-1:15 section mostly, but I can see it being used in various other places.

I hope this was at least a little bit interesting for you all and if not at least maybe I could introduce you to a really good Frank Sinatra song! Usually my really long posts like this don’t get much traction, but I hope this one at least sees a glimpse of daylight because it really is an interesting idea to me. If you have any thoughts, questions, or ideas for this please tell me I love when you guys ask me stuff. I am hopefully going to knock out now because it’s 2:44 AM at the time of writing this, so whenever I post this, please enjoy.

[incorrect-ikevamp-quotes]

Comte’s Drama CD: Track One, Prologue

Since I got the Comte drama CD and there’s nobody around to stop me from inflicting that on everyone else, it’s time.

The premise of the entire recording is that MC and Comte spend a day together, so it’s basically Comte non-stop simping for nearly an hour. As you can imagine, I had an excellent time and I hope you will too.

I will say I did enjoy a few of the tracks more than others, only because he’s the most dramatic man alive and I love him. His head is empty and he’s the only one for me!!! More seriously though, there are also a lot of sweet moments that really speak to how vulnerable and real he is with her--and I’m always really drawn to that duality in him. Yes we all mask the true nature of who we are to a degree, but I think there is something to be said for the effort he makes to be honest with her; especially considering how deeply rooted that instinct to conceal is for him.

Without further ado, I will go through each track with little snippets of actual dialogue in the CD. Please note again, I am by no means a professional or a perfect translator; I’m just too obsessed to be stopped. 

The rest is under the cut to avoid spoilers, also because it’s long meta/squealing fest:

So the first track is called “Prologue” and as you can imagine it is exactly as it sounds. There really isn’t a whole lot to this one, as he basically recaps all the things we learn in his main story route. I do want to comment mostly on the beginning and the end of it though, since it’s exceedingly cute and makes me want to kiss him.

His spoken lines at the beginning are as follows:

So this is where you were. Were you looking at the moon from the balcony?

…Indeed, it’s true. It’s hard not to be captivated by such a beautiful crescent moon.

Usually it would be time to go to bed, but it’s such a lovely moonlit night. Let’s stay up a little late tonight.

We could have a glass of wine, or play a game? What would you prefer?

...huh? You want me to tell you a story?

Like. There are so many moving parts here, I don’t even know where to begin. The fact that he’s always seeking her presence (this can easily be corroborated by dozens of event stories). The way that he’s also drawn to the moon, the little silence there speaks to his thoughtfulness and musings of his own that are unknown to us. What does it evoke for him? Is he, too, reminded of the night they first met (hoping MC is thinking of the same)? Can you tell the thought alone is killing me?

The fact that he wants to spend that time with her, lingering beside her and unwilling to part. The way he always gives her a choice, always wants to know what she wants too. The audible surprise when he’s like ????? Storytime? And mind you I don’t think it’s because he thinks it’s immature, rather that he wasn’t expecting it. In a life surrounded by people--both purebloods and humans alike--that are entertained by so little, it’s heart-warming to be with someone who looks for something deeper, something closer to the soul. That, in a way, she’s asking for the gifts of his mind and voice, two things entirely unique to him.

I weep.

He goes on to say:

(his laughter SOBS) That’s a very sweet request…not at all, of course I don’t mind. 

I am neither a playwright, nor a novelist. I don’t know if I can tell a good story.

I hope I can fulfill my princess’ expectations.

…Hm, what should I talk about?

Well then…what about a man who lives forever?

So many things going on here, and no I will not remove my commentary because it’s essential to recreating the experience for the poor souls who will never hear the majesty of his seiyuu’s acting. Truly Horie-san exists to bring Comte to life and I hope he knows I owe him a blood debt.

ANYWHO so like. The way he’s delighted to indulge her (screaming and crying and throwing up why is he so cute??????). But not only that, the self-conscious bent of how he says “I don’t know if I can tell a good story.” I feel like it’s easy to forget that Comte is very much the type of person who prefers to blend into the background; he doesn’t seem to like or be in the habit of drawing a great deal of attention. He likes MC’s attention but I think that’s not really comparable, he’s very specific about who he shares himself with/seeks attention from.

Also I will say. I’ve never really been the type to like the term of endearment “princess” (he literally says hime in the CD) but. Because it is Comte and his adorable face that I want to squish between my hands, I will allow it. He’s a silly goose and he’s more than enough, I love him sm.

Following that he goes into his life up to that point, and because a lot of it is a bit repetitive I might leave bits and pieces out. I do want to highlight a few lines--mostly because they give insight into his character construction that might not have been as obvious in the main story.

A long time ago, so far away that even memories can grow dim…a man was born into a certain aristocratic family.

The family had a great secret. They weren’t human--they were pureblood vampires.

A person who was born with the promise of eternal life.

A person who had the capacity to pursue every pleasure in this world forever.

…But there are always two sides to everything.

…The endless life was, in other words, a prison made of time.

To have met and parted countless times with his loved ones,

The man’s chest ached with loneliness, overwrought by the emptiness.

He had no choice but to watch the world pass him by in endless hours.

I think there is. Something so haunted and fascinating in the words “But there are always two sides to everything.” Even more so because in his literal main story, he openly says “The brighter the light, the deeper the shadows”; always returning to this idea that all things in life are dual in nature. For all that you see one quality, the opposite exists as well. Interesting too because I feel like it explains a lot of his deep-seated anxieties about waiting for the other shoe to drop. Where love exists, loss exists as well. Where joy exists, so does pain. Where fulfillment is possible, so is emptiness. I think it makes a lot of sense that, when you live in an endless expanse of time, perhaps the scariest aspect of it is the constant fluctuation and change. Life is fun when things are going well, but what happens when the painful parts stretch so long? How do you cope?

Just things that keep me up at night yk.

I also think it’s fascinating the way he speaks about his immortality. In Leonardo, we see him address it as something that is monstrous and unnatural. He feels it is an abomination, something to be rectified or removed, almost. Comte doesn’t seem to share that view entirely. He says “He had no choice but to watch the world pass him by.” The removal of agency here is something that I want to highlight. Leonardo sees immortality and his identity as something that has to be reviled; there is a self-retaliatory nature to it in my view. Since he can’t fight against it, he fights against himself. Comte’s words speak more to dissociative terror; to force disconnection from your own body/mind because the pain of your entrapment or the threat to your life is so great. And tbh it’s brilliantly tied back to his lifestyle.

Comte uses the repercussions of his trauma two-fold. To seek out parties and novelties on one level expertly cloaks him in the mien of someone who is a devil-may-care product of overwhelmingly sustained privilege. But on another, I think it’s reasonable to argue that he seeks these things out with two other motives in mind; protection and grounding. He openly tells MC that his greater motive in attending parties is to seek out information to understand who to support on the world stage. This tells us that he does operate on a political level, if only to ensure the safety of his family--but I suspect it is also his way of moving the tides of fate around him in more benevolent directions. Furthermore, keeping himself engaged in something ensures that he is not left alone with his thoughts for too long and keeps him rooted in the present moment, something he also admits to struggling with. (And is a core feature of more extreme dissociation, the endless struggle to live in the present moment.)

I suppose I’m just incredibly interested in the way Leonardo regards himself with such self-hatred and revulsion, where Comte just seems so…removed. Not that Comte is empty of self-contempt, only that it does not feel quite as charged as Leonardo’s. I guess for me it more evokes the image of a child locking himself in a secret hideaway. Where Leonardo lashes out, Comte is the opposite; he retreats/hides. The only time he chooses to fight is when he’s protecting someone else (screams and cries, pls don’t get me started on his righteous fury I could go on for years, every time I remember Jeanne’s rt I’m 👌🏼 close to sobbing).

I also still don’t know how to reconcile the fact that his room is deadass filled with hourglasses (bruh), yet he says “…The endless life was, in other words, a prison made of time.” Like. Something something is his room considered the prison made of time ????? Because if that’s the case my god I’m throwing them all out. Then again it could be his attempt at controlling that which he fears, which I can respect considering I too delude myself into thinking I can control shit I can’t to face the impossibilities of the universe…

After that, Comte starts to explain the agreement he and Vlad made. Honestly it really is a summary for the most part, but there is a section I find worth discussing:

They wanted to create a person who would not die, and would continue to shine with their unique talents.

Without realizing how arrogant it was, they tried to find meaning in this life lived forever.

But…it didn’t go well.

Until there was a sizable rift between the old friends--and they parted ways.

They both loved humans, and worried about their future…they should have felt the same way.

…regardless, all that was left was a door that could cross time and space freely.

What I find interesting about all this is how Comte processes the conflict that transpired between them. Granted there is always the possibility that he’s not addressing everything he’s feeling (the man is REPRESSED) but there’s something that stands out to me when he says “they should have felt the same way.” I feel like when people have a fight with someone they tend to be pretty preoccupied that the other side was wrong; Vlad certainly is desperate to prove he was in the “right.” Comte doesn’t seem interested in that at all. He seems more confused, as if he simply doesn’t understand who Vlad is anymore. Like he doesn’t recognize the person who once cherished human life as much as he did (which I do have some contention with; I’m really not sure Vlad ever did love humanity the way Comte did. Perhaps Comte had believed it was so because he so deeply wished to have friend to comfort and understand him in his pain). I don’t think it’s that Vlad isn’t capable of caring about humans, more that--following the massacre of his clan at the very least--he has too great an interest in retaliation to be able to interact with them without power abuse happening.

I do say this fully understanding that Vlad probably saw some fked up shit, I’m just saying objectively the man sees humanity in an adversarial lens, an oppositional force. Comte tends to be more neutral/positive; he’s more interested in working to a common goal and identifies more closely with them psychologically speaking.

I also find it interesting he says their goal was “arrogant.” Recently I’ve been thinking about the complexities of arrogance. I think it can be easy to oversimplify it as shallow motives that are only focused on self-aggrandizement, but I think it can develop in even more complex situations--often with the best of intentions. I think Comte is trying to say that, while they wanted to preserve lives that were inspiring and uplifting to others, there is folly in the idea that only a few people can manage that. 

People and life in general are multi-faceted things; so many influences and variables act upon them. It is more sustainable to be a single unit of immovable, radical mindfulness and extend that outwards. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with people working together to achieve that goal, only that the responsibility for changing the world can’t fall on a handful of shoulders. It requires everyone to care and think more critically about their behavior, with the help of the people around them (ideally). There is arrogance in the belief that they had control over the fate of the world--an arrogance Vlad will not relinquish, one that continues to get him into trouble and lost him his oldest friend.

Aight and because that’s enough of my brainworms, this track ends with:

And the door brought another important encounter…that’s you. :> 

Now, you know what I mean, don’t you? That’s right…that’s the story until you and I met each other in our destiny. 

But that was only the beginning…now, we move forward together.

Our very sweet, and happy love story.

I just…………like I know I say it over and over again, but the way he just fills me to bursting with uwus. Another important encounter, a life-changing one for him…that a new story is being written, one that they get to write together. That “we move forward together” in a “very sweet, and happy love story.” It’s nearly like a fairy tale but somehow it doesn’t feel contrived or hokey when he says it, it just fills me with warmth. I think I just love that, for all his initial hesitations, he really doesn’t waver when he’s decided on something he wants. And if MC is willing to bet on him, he’s ready to up the ante.

All right well that about sums up track 1, next one to come is track 2! Enjoy these musings until then~

[tickle-bugs]

Welcome back Bugs (my beloved)! For the writers warm-up request, how do you feel about brotp Dean & Charlie and "😤 That's cheating!"/"No, it's strategy 😌"

thank u beloved!!! hope u enjoy this i miss these goofballs <3

Charlie’s new year resolution had been to listen to Kevin more often. He’s usually right about most things. His success rate is high enough, in fact, that she usually would rather chance listening to Kevin instead of ignoring him, even when his thought process seems bogus. So when Kevin tells her with grave seriousness to never ever--with a concerning amount of excess evers--play games with Dean, it does give her some semblance of pause. 

Four hours into the most grueling Monopoly game of her life, Charlie sighs and accepts that she’s totally failed both Kevin and her resolution. 

The board is old and pretty beaten up—Sam picked it up in Mississippi somewhere and brought it back with a few other vintage games. Dean and Charlie are perched like goblins around the board, surrounded by the foil corpses of snacks they’d demolished while refusing to adjourn for a real meal. 

“Ah shit.” Dean furrows his brow and hikes his knee to his chest. 

“What?” Charlie narrows her eyes. Dean holds a finger up and mutters to himself, studying the card with grave attention. He looks at the board, then back at the card, counts on his fingers, and frowns.

“Ah. Shit.” Dean sighs, taking his thumb between his teeth. Charlie pinches his arm. 

“What does it say?” She hisses. He yelps and scowls at her. 

“‘Make general repairs on all your property. For each house pay $25. For each hotel pay $100’. Buncha bullshit.” 

Finally, a light at the end of the tunnel. Freedom. 

“Yes! Holy shit!” Charlie shrieks with joy, threading her fingers through her hair. “You only have, what? Like fifty bucks? Dude, you’re toast!”

Dean makes a thoughtful noise as he eyes the board, then his sparse money pile. He’d taken great delight in rubbing his wealth of houses and hotels in Charlie’s face. It was finally time for penance, for vindication--

Dean leans over, plucks the pile of fifties from the money tray, and counts out everything he owes. 

“No! Dean, that’s cheating!” Charlie squawks, swiping at him. He leans out of her grasp and continues counting. 

“No, it’s strategy. I’m the banker and now I’m borrowing a little somethin’.” Dean tips his head back into Cas’s lap. Cas huffs and leans down, pressing his book flat to his chest so he can kiss Dean sweetly. He squeezes Dean’s shoulder fondly before returning to his reading. 

“See? I’m even paying my taxes.” Dean grins, the sparkle in his eye not entirely from being a cheating bastard. 

“Cas,” Charlie whines, gesturing wildly at Dean. Cas’s eyebrow twitches minutely but he doesn’t look up from his book. 

“I am no longer on duty as your banker, Charlie. I’m not at fault if the bank is robbed.” He licks his thumb and turns the page, barely concealing his amused smile behind the worn cover. 

Charlie eyes the small metal cat pinched between her fingers and silently asks it if murder is okay. It does not answer. 

“Dean.” Charlie inhales sharply. “You cannot steal from the bank. It’s the bank. Not your pockets.”

“I’m not stealing. I’m borrowing…forever. Look, Red, if you throw in the towel we can both call it quits.” Dean stretches out a kink in his back and leans against the couch. 

“Sam!” Charlie yells. “Can I kill your brother?”

“Go nuts!” Sam’s reply floats upon distant laughter. 

Charlie considers the board with a twitching eye. Even with Dean’s cheating, they’re pretty evenly matched. They could go for another three hours or so in circles like this. With Dean cheating, she’ll be forced to cheat just to keep up with him. They’ll wither away here on the floor of the bunker l, and centuries later scientists will uncover their skeletons and the dust of the Monopoly board—

“Cas, we need a tiebreaker. Something fair.” Charlie crosses her arms and ignores Dean’s dramatic groans. 

“The first person to bring me a fresh cup of tea wins. Prepared to my specifications.” Cas hums, turning another page. Dean lights up, of course he does. He and Cas know each other inside and out.

Ew. 

“What are your specifications?” 

“A challenge should be worthy of its undertakers, Charlie. I have full faith that your intuition will guide you.” Cas shifts on the couch and dog-ears the page, humming at something he reads.  Charlie’s eyes snap to the empty mug sitting on the end table near Cas. There’s a small purple tag hanging out of the mug—chamomile. Bingo. 

“We’ll have to wait for the water to boil—“

There’s a distant click-click-woosh that Charlie knows to be the stove, then the brief piercing whistle of the kettle. 

“You’d better hurry. The water is already cooling.” Cas eyes them both over his book, then settles back into the couch. Silence falls thick over the room. 

Dean and Charlie lock eyes. 

With a yell, Charlie flings herself to her feet and starts running. She can hear Dean stomping behind her. She swerves a corner and keeps running, silently grateful that she never got up to put on socks. 

“Oh no you don’t! C’mere!” Two strong arms encircle Charlie’s waist and hoist her off the ground. She screeches in protest but Dean’s already dropping her—gently, what a sap—and taking off ahead of her. 

“You dick!” She swipes at the back of his t-shirt and misses. Dean spins by her and stumbles into the kitchen just seconds before she can. He flings open the cabinet and starts reaching for the spice shelf, but she can’t see what exactly he’s grabbing—

With her best battle cry, Charlie launches herself at Dean and clambers onto his back. 

“Wh—hey! Get off!” Dean starts prying her ankles off of him. She grips tighter and does the first thing she can think of: poking the hell out of him. The irritation seems to work in her favor when Dean sways close enough to the cabinets for her to make a swipe at the honey, but she catches him in the ribs and he yelps. 

Oh, yeah. Duh. 

Charlie cackles triumphantly and starts tickling his ribs properly. Dean’s knees buckle a bit but he keeps them both steady, swiping at Charlie’s hands like a madman. 

“This is cheating!” Dean grits out, trying valiantly to block her access to his ribs. She can feel him shaking with laughter already and tries to chase it. Dean slams his arms to his sides and Charlie doesn’t falter--she fits her fingers into the back of his ribs. The dam of his laughter shatters and giggles flow free, then full laughter--the kind that lights him from the inside out and seeps into Charlie too. 

“It’s not cheating, it’s strategy! What does Cas like in his tea? Talk!” Charlie squeezes his sides with vengeance. Dean alternates between clutching the counter and flailing wildly. She clings to him every way he bends and finds free skin to pinch and poke at. 

“Charlie!” 

“Talk!” She yells, burrowing her fingers into Dean’s stomach. Dean fully collapses and they both go down, but Charlie wastes no time launching herself back at him. Dean catches her--unfortunate for him, because she jams her hands right back under his arms. He screeches out an incoherent string of syllables and arches hard into the kitchen floor. 

“Just tell me and this is all over,” Charlie singsongs, wrenching one of her hands free to skitter along his now-pink neck. Dean scrunches and falls smoothly into giggles, each one tumbling over the next like rain pouring free to dance with the wind. 

“Bite me!” He twists and bucks her off, clutching his sides as he sucks in breath. Dean’s head turns towards her, unnaturally slow, and an evil grin spreads across his face. Charlie scrambles back. 

“Waitwait, Dean! H-Hold on!” She holds her hands out in surrender but he’s already reeling her in by the ankle. She kicks at him and he grabs her other leg with a grunt. 

“Cheaters pay the price!” Dean wiggles threatening fingers just over her knee. She squeals and tries to fling herself to freedom, but his grip is unshakeable. He scribbles over every inch of her legs and gives the worst evil laugh she’s ever heard, but it makes her laugh, then she can’t stop laughing. Dean coos at her and squeezes vigorously at her thigh. 

“You’re the one who chea—oh nohoho!” 

…

“Sam,” Cas calls, pulling a blanket over his lap. Sam peeks around the corner, hair damp and 

stringy from the shower. 

“Would you mind grabbing my tea from the kitchen?” Cas gestures in that direction. Sam tracks the movement, then absorbs the minefield of game pieces on the floor. 

“Dean robbed the bank, didn’t he?” Sam chuckles and shakes his head. 

“Mhm. My tea is unfortunately serving his penance.” Cas flips a page and gives Sam an amused smile. 

“Gotcha.” Sam chuckles and winces at a loud shriek from the kitchen. “Want anything in it?”

“Just a drop of honey, please. Thank you.” 

“Sure.” Sam squeezes his shoulder and trods off towards the kitchen. A moment of disconcerting quiet passes before Sam’s squeal ricochets off the walls, mingling with distant yells and demands for Cas’s tea order. 

Cas just chuckles, accepts his fate, and continues reading.

[pragmatic-optimist]

My excitement has been a little damped, mainly cuz real life sucks a lot right now and I needed LS to get me through that week that it was supposed to start. So, I'm a little dramatically depressed and not very pumped currently lol

Anon! I am so sorry to hear that real life sucks right now, I completely understand how the additional week can feel like a letdown. January 24th is basically February, and I hate it. Asfdjiksjdojdfij. There's a reason we call our favorites our comfort characters, and we have been without them for 84 years 8 months. 🙃

The fact that the State of the Union--both the event and the present insane circumstances of America as a country (looking at you, House of Reps)--is responsible for this makes it feel like even more of an attack (and yes, I'm taking this personally 🔪 lol). Not gonna lie, I laughed so hard when I first saw it because it's Fox, and we have a complicated history when it comes to my favorite shows (Pitch and Prodigal Son, my beloveds 😭).

I know this sucks, but know that you're not alone, and we are all going to just feel our feelings about this until January 24th (hate even typing that tbh 🙄). In the meantime, I am sending you a big hug. My plan is to continue engaging in the things that have helped me get this far in the hiatus, like reading some fics, spiraling about s4 predictions, spiraling about headcanons, and revisiting/discovering favorite content (gifs, video edits, etc). I recommend that for you, too, and hopefully Jan. 24th will arrive faster for all of us. 🤞🏽

My "marked for later" on ao3 is out of control, but here are a few fics I've kept up with so far and recommend if you haven’t yet seen them:

@iboatedhere is counting us down to the premiere with a new fic prompt every single day (icon that she is).

Speaking of prompts, @strandnreyes has been engaging in iconic behavior too by providing us with stellar prompt fills of her own.

@welcometololaland wrote one of the funniest Tarlos fics I've read in my entire fandom life (and I’m fandom old lol). It's chaotic in the best way and will bring you some joy and laughter, guaranteed.

If quality character introspection and/or quality angst followed by feelings is more your style, @reyescarlos blessed us with not one, but two fics last month, and I couldn't recommend them enthusiastically or highly enough. 

We are soclose, Anon! We can do this (and bitch about it in the meantime lol). Sending lots of encouragement and positive vibes your way, hoping things get a little better! 💖

[aimportantdragoncollector]

An OC of mine, Sunako Kurayami, would love to try her hand at Woo-ing the Dashing King of the Underworld by taking his test.

I do have green eyes, but a disappointing side-effect of my quirk has turned my sclera black. That would have to be monitored in the child if the worst comes to worst and they inherit my quirk.

I am female, with no sign of infertility, as much as it pains me to say every month.

As long as the child is unharmed, I'd be fine with anything. I do not have looks I'd like to pass on, so it would be wonderful if the child could be in someone else's image.

In some cases, like a high-profile parent, I believe it is a must! What if someone snuck in to hurt the child? What if the child snuck out? Too dangerous. The world is very cruel to those it doesn’t like.

Absolutely! I've always been a homebody because of the side effects of my quirk, so staying home, taking care of children, and having a wonderful husband like the Symbol of Fear would be perfect.

I would be fine with any number of biological, engineered, or adopted children. I've worked in a Child Care Center, so it wouldn't be unfamiliar territory to take care of numerous children with varied backgrounds and futures. I do wish to be in a separate room from the process as I have a weak stomach.

As someone who focuses on baking and larger-scale meals (I do have numerous younger siblings I see often), I believe I could learn to cook American food if given the proper materials. They mostly just deep-fry everything, yes?

When an ending feels too permanent, or if I enjoyed the series too much to let it end, I'll be honest I sometimes save the last episode/chapter. I've done so with numerous shows and Fanfics. I do need to finish this wonderful Fanfiction I saw about a series I've never read, but the retelling isbeautiful.

Ties are a must. A well-dressed man is a successful man, after all. But I would not be opposed to the removal of said Tie, should the moment be right.

Being unfamiliar with the source material, I have to say I cannot make a true judgement, but the name 'Capitan Hero' is just as stupid as 'All Might'. Demon King is a much preferable title. Those are also the names in the fanfiction series I've been reading. The Demon King is the victorious one in those series, and he happens to be my favourite.

Absolutely not! I love my siblings more than I love life, and I could love a family just as much.

As previously stated, I have worked in Child Care, so quickly swapping out children and merely watching them for periods of time wouldn't be troublesome. However, the idea of being able to, pardon me, whack a shithead, would be most pleasant. I am one to try and control my temper as it has ended with numerous painful incidents in the past, but I am filled with rage. The one called Tenko Shimura is a bit of a chore as my patience runs thin with those younger than me often, especially if they are disrespectful, but I am sure we will have no trouble getting along. After all, there is no need for him to care for me as long as he is kept safe.

I must say, not my favourite. His character feels skin-deep, he's always running away from Real Questions, not to mention the fact he's always yelling. Dramatic Moments occasionally require volume, but his incessant screaming of 'I AM HERE' is increasingly annoying. We are aware you are here, you broke through the wall. The door was right there. That brings up the topic of the pure amount of property damage he's caused, but don't get me STARTED on that. I will talk for hours. I've also heard rumours he's Quirkist and doesn't believe Quirkless people can compete with the Quirked in this day and age, which is simply preposterous. Quirk or no Quirk, everyone has worth. I've also taken notice of the fact neither he nor any of his major associates (IidaTen, Nighteye) have ever hired any sidekicks or interns with quirks that society would consider 'villainous'. As someone with a quirk that would fit those criteria, I must say I dislike his erasure of our struggles.

I have personally never met someone with 'Spiky' hair, but it sounds terribly difficult. I cannot say I have an opinion, it depends on what blundering fool the hair is attached to. Does it require upkeep? Unless the styling is meant to make you look like an esteemed gentleman, excessive grooming to make yourself look like a fool sounds rather stupid.

I'd have to say B, one bank vault. It could be used to store valuables, or as an emergency bunker. Too many bank vaults would arouse suspicion as to what you keep in them.

I'd say the idea was good, in theory. The protection of Innocent Citizens is an idea I can support. The execution was terrible, however, and the heroes out there today are truly worthless. The system is ruined, and the corruption and abuse of children run rampant. Ridiculous! The mindless worship mentioned in the question is also truly a plague we must cure.

I would have to say a combination of B and C. I think the younger party should be aware of the power imbalance beforehand, as to build a relationship on trust and listen to what the older says. They are the ones with more experience, after all.

Start with option B. If option B fails, option C is a wonderful second, so if they get mad at me they cannot say I didn't try reasoning with them and gives them one more reason to see the fault in their ludicrous hallucinations.

I do not believe in Physical Punishments. They were used against me as a child, and all they did was make me fear and dislike my parents. I would never wish that upon any other innocent child. I do wish to spoil any children I end up having, but simply giving in to their every whim is a very fast route to not preparing them to fight for what they want, to be weak and to have to rely on others when they're adults. If the vault in question is decorated to look like a room, then it would be no different than a normal grounding, so I would say Option C is the ideal choice.

I can see the proprietor of this test is very set on the name 'Yoichi', and I've noticed earlier that the child could be genetically altered to become someone of the same name. I believe this is a beautiful homage to the one who was originally named Yoichi, and I would be delighted to name the child that. If the Nomu/Engineered child is also named Yoichi, we would have to give them different middle names to tell them apart. I'm not opposed to having children with the same first name, but we should also give them separate identities to not cause a rebellion in the name of 'finding who they are outside their family' and whatnot. It would be a terrible inconvenience.

I would be confused, but would enjoy the topic of conversation as it is a very controversial topic one cannot speak about with many others. The Worship Virus is spread far and wide, unfortunately.

The correct quirk would be very enticing. A rope-binding quirk? Yes, please. A quirk that makes you grow porcupine spines? No thank you.

C, obviously. If I was in a lovely relationship and found the other was a villain, that does not change my feelings. What my lover does for a living doesn't affect me. Like if they were a banker, or a CEO, or a burger-flipper. Should they enlist my help, however, I must say I wouldn't say no.

I do not believe myself to 'look good' in any sense, but I think Black is the colour that makes me look the least terrible. That, and maybe a Crimson? It's a colour I've come to be very familiar with.

B. Dying and leaving someone you love and who loves you behind is a terrible crime. I would know.

( *Cracks knuckles* I Should Not Be This Dedicated to a Shitpost )

The illustrious Villain named All for One, you've truly captured my heart. I cannot say I've met you, but I have seen you once. Your devilishly handsome face, with muscles that would kill me with a mere flex, is truly incredible. In the years since the dawn of quirks, there has never been a man that could ever dream to be as strong as you. Nor with a more noble mission. I have loved you for a very, very long time.

His noble goal is what first made me yearn for him. His quirk, the ability to take and give quirks, is an incredible power. In the dawn of quirks, when these powers were unacceptable, he saved people's lives by taking away what could have been death sentences at worst, and things that would outcast people from society at best. He gave these powers to those who coveted them, to protect themselves or their families, to become someone in a society that turned into a garbage fire. In exchange for life-saving procedures, what did he ask for in return? Merely a favour! He did not ask for fortunes, he asked for loyalty. Truly, an amazing man. His saving of his younger brother is also a truly incredible deed, and the quirk he created for the boy is also a truly kind deed. I merely wish he had seen it as such. As someone with many siblings, four younger sisters and two younger brothers, I understand his urge to protect Yoichi. I would tear apart heaven and earth for any of my siblings. I would, should I ever be given the chance, do the same to help him save his brother.

He is the most powerful Villain. He’s been here since the beginning of this little game of cat and mouse and has been number one for the same amount of time. No one could dare compete, as he would easily dispose of them. His strength, numbers, influence, and power. It’s incredible. He is incredible. He could take over the world and kill everyone if he wanted, but he merely wishes to reunite his family and save us all from the tyrants that make up this ‘Hero Society’. All For One’s army outnumbers the Hero Commissions' little brigade of traumatized teenagers and child soldiers, and his army was raised either from the dead or united to fight for him, of their own volition. He is somehow infinitely more ‘heroic’ than the people who lead our world, yet because he will not bend the knee to those who hunted him in the past he is considered the Villain. But, despite all of this, he wears his title like a badge of honour and fights to liberate us from those monsters. Anyone who cannot see how incredible he truly is needs to see an Optometrist, very very soon.

Fear not, All for One can very easily change whatever quirk your child might have. He can help you out with your quirk as well, either changing it or giving you a second quirk to mitigate the side effects.

All for One was nodding his head along with your ideals of childcare. Finally, someone else understands that the world is a dangerous place. Only the vault is safe.

You don’t need to worry about a weak stomach, All for One would always shield his darling from the ugliest aspects of his work. After all, your safety is his top priority.

It’s wonderful that you can cook large meals, and that you’re an older sibling. All for One firmly believes that older siblings are more sensible. You’re already proving his hypothesis with your very sensible views on Captain Hero and All Might.

Could it be…that you read All for One’s fanfiction? Is the author’s name DumA41s? If you’re who he thinks you are, he loves your comments.

Your All Might rant made All for One laugh with glee. You eviscerated the blond buffoon perfectly.

Finally, someone found a brilliant way to have multiple children named Yoichi—middle names! Perfect! Because of your brilliance, you have earned a reward of your choice from All for One.

Crimson clothing is as acceptable in a dark consort as black.

Your simping essay was AMAZING! SHOW-STOPPING! SPECTACULAR! 100/10!

The simps are making it very, very hard for All for One to decide. Ultimately All for One is the yandere type so he’s only devoted to one person. However, he’s going to start handing out these quizzes to All for Ones in other universes so that everyone can find their perfect match.

You, my dear, as so perfect that you may have any All for One that you desire. Including this one, who loved you from the moment you left a 10 paragraph comment on his fanfiction.

[thesparrowspearl]

Chapter III of “Return to the Sea”

** Find Chapter I & II on my page

~ Ten Minutes Later ~

The Interceptor was finally close enough to set a sturdy board to transport themselves to the cruise. To buy more time, she hid behind a pillar. Like that would do much good. She could hear multiple heavy footsteps step on deck when she hears a smug voice. "Bring me Miss Ali." The footsteps then scattered in different directions, mostly away from her.

Mostly.

She could hear someone approaching the pillar that was hiding her. She mentally prepared herself to throw a punch or two.

The footsteps stopped right behind her. And then she could see the boots slowly make their way around the pillar so that they may face her directly. "We meet again, Miss Ali." She heard that same voice from before call out. Laila looked up to meet his eyes.

"Beckett. What do you want?" She responded coldly.

"Isn't it obvious? You." He began walking around her for dramatic effect.

As she rolled her eyes at him being extra, she felt a cold cuff clasp around her wrist. Snap.

Laila was caught off guard, she attempted to resist. "I haven't been on the sea for a year, why are you punishing me now? Take these off." 

"These cuffs aren't the punishment. The real punishment is watching as your carefully constructed life of lies is demolished." He smirked. She stood there puzzled for a moment. What does that even mean?

And then it hit her.

As the sounds of footsteps remerged on the deck, Laila looked to where Beckett's eyes were stationed. She saw that only ten soldiers were actually on the cruise, and that all eight of her family members were in cuffs. The sight caused her blood to boil.

"Beckett you musty bastard!! Let my family go! They didn't do anything!" She tried pulling away from his grip on her arm. As a result, two of the soldiers walked over to hold her back, even though Laila was cuffed. 

Beckett walked away from her , unfazed, and towards the center of the deck. He held a document in his hands. "Now that everyone is present, I am here to arrest a Miss Laila Ali."

She could see her family exchange confused and worried looks with each other. And then a bunch of voices broke out.

"Let my kid go! That's my daughter, asshole!" Laila's mother spoke up, she looked infuriated.

"Boys don't wear wigs, fruit!" Chimed in Cameron.

"Let us all go!" Aunt Flora and Uncle Leo yelled in unison.

"Under what charges?" At last, Aunt Sarah asked.

"Ah, so glad you asked. I actually have the warrant right here" he motions to the paper "the charges are as follows: escaping arrest, commandeering a ship of the fleet, arson...."

As he reads the long list, Laila tinkers with her cuffs. She remembered she had a bobby pin clipped to her scrunchie. She had to be extra careful since there were two guards on either side of her though.  

She stopped when she heard Beckett take a pause. He turned towards Laila. "I'm sure you're familiar with a pirate named, I believe it is, Jack Sparrow. Yes?"

Out of habit, Laila corrects him coldly, "Captain." She looked over to her family to see how they were holding up. Every one of their faces was painted with horror as they heard about her misdeeds.

Beckett smirks at this. "Right. Well as a matter of fact he's more wanted than you. No offense. He's also more likely to get away."

"Okay? Where are you going with this?" She was genuinely confused as to what he was implying.

"Jack will come to rescue his damsel in distress and exchange his life for yours. Quite simple, really."

She could feel her cheeks flush red from anger. "That's if you have me."

"Arrogance isn’t a flattering look on you Miss Ali. I already have both you and your family in handcuffs. I have the upper hand!” He started to sound annoyed, which gave Laila a boost.

"Do you though?" He looked bamboozled as she smirked at him. Then she pounced out of the cuffs and pushed one guard overboard. As he fell back, she swiped his sword.

The other guard that stood next to her reached for his sword but was soon kicked down, as was she by another soldier. She slashed his thigh with her sword as she stood back up to kick the other  guard down again. Laila blocked another sword as she ran towards her family, where she was greeted with more swords. As she engaged, she caught a glimpse of the sea.

The Pearl. 

[bitchy-peachy]

I've been anxious to see your reply to my ask-message, but when you did answer, I was hesitant to read it as I suspected what I might find there, and I wasn't far off the mark, unfortunately. *sigh*

Initially, in my greedy neediness and impatience I wanted to ask how the story progresses and ends, maybe somewhat in hope that it would indeed bring me some closure. But having taken a moment to step back and breathe, I've realised that it's not really that that I wanted - it was probably to quench the thirst that reading your story left me with. I know that settling for a few big gulps would leave me satiated only for a moment.

So, getting up my hopes again like a masochistic lunatic since I know that chances are extremely slim, I thought that maybe, just maybe, you'd consider continuing to write it? I know how crazy that sounds - a random guy popping out of nowhere asking you to continue a story from over a decade ago (that's what you get when you have readers who tend to be overly invested in characters and stories). Nevertheless, hear me out, please.

I'm not sure how I should read your remark on the story being too advanced to move - unless I'm unaware of something here (probability is high), copying and pasting shouldn't pose a problem (even if you don't have a local copy saved somewhere, it's still on AFF and maybe somewhere else if you've posted it anywhere else).

As for someone accusing you of "stealing" your own work - so what? The fact that starting from your AFF profile, it took me just a couple of moments to find your account here - and I'm not the brightest cookie - means that it is you (yes, I cannot be certain that it's really you, but doubting it makes no sense whatsoever since chances for that would be extremely low). I'm also not sure why would anyone try to steal an older story - the only reason I can think of is wanting to get praise, but I assume that the only type of person who would do that is someone who cannot write themselves; otherwise, they would be writing something of their own. And if someone did try to steal your story, it would work only if no new chapters had not been written as one would notice if the style was vastly different - unless your style did change dramatically over the years or unless the impostor was really good at writing (imitating someone's style isn't that easy, I think?), and that would make no sense as per my previous sentence. Yes, I am aware that if someone actually read the story, then they would not make such accusations and so the ones doing it would be those who didn't, but why would you listen to them in the first place? I know, receiving unnecessary drama is not something you need, as per one of your recent posts, but as you've written yourself, you can utilise the block functionality. And there will always be naysayers, no matter what you do - the trick is to ignore them.

As mentioned at the beginning of my message, getting a summary of the rest of the story is not something I'd like to settle with if there's a better alternative - it would be a poor ersatz to getting to know how the story unfolds exactly, their reactions to events happening to and around them, what is being said, word for word... There is no equivalent replacement for reading the real thing.

I have no idea where you're at in your life, how you are both physically and mentally, and whether you have the time and willingness to continue the stories you've started (well, I'm interested in that particular one since I'm pretty picky when it comes to pairings), so I probably have no right saying this, but my greed had the upper hand, so here goes: would you at least consider continuing it? You don't me or any other reader anything (though I'm positive that completing the story would make a number of people happy), I know, but I like to think that (I hope it doesn't come out the wrong way) that you owe it to the story itself. All stories deserve to be finished, but stories that good even more so, especially considering the time that has passed which means that your writing most probably got even better. I don't mind waiting. :)

The below postscriptums are a result of my hesitating to send this message since I know how it'll probably make me feel (hey, if you're reading this, it's done anyway).

PS If I could help in any way (except for financially since I'm kinda poor, especially now), let me know!

PS 2 Looking back at it now, when I first read your fic, I haven't fully appreciated it, I think. Now, having had more life experience, I can relate to some parts of your story - the self-loathing and some self-destructive tendencies, yes (reading about both Ichigo's and Tatsuki's pain did hurt, not gonna lie), but more importantly the early stages of Ichigo and Tatsuki's budding relationship. The circumatances in which we got together were different, but reading the fic reminder me of how the beginning of our relationship looked and, more importantly, felt like (in that vein, the lemon parts seem even more arousing when they were back then). Thank you for that.

PS 3 Out of curiosity, have there been any other lunatics like me who searched you out to write about your older fics? Also, where can I find stuff you wrote post-AFF (if it's still somewhere in the net, that is)?

PS 4 This message turned out to be way longer than I originally intended.

I'm sorry but I won't pursue any of my AFF stories. That's something that was decided once AFF locked me outta my account. Not only are the stories past a decade old in lock down, AFF can see it my pursuit as a plagiarism attempt and can risk my other stories in other sites (I saw it happen to other writers before)

Not to be rude, but this is going into an overstep.

I can tell you the story end and thats it. But I won't pursue it to finish it and although it might sound rude I haven't been into Bleach as I used to either although I do keep casual track out of nostalgia.

I can't force myself to even be unto it at the last minute. If a writer doesn't feel it, the words won't flow properly and it'll look stifled, slow and headache enducing.

One thing is fo request closure but it's entirely another thing to ask to take on a project that can take me years to finish for a site that literally locked my old stories in.

I'm declining finishing that story, but not declining telling its drafted outcome since it did have that like all stories I have. Since drafts literally composed start, body, end etc.

I can't even take on medium projects for now since I'm I'm chemo treatment and while my body is getting accustomed to it... Well we'll see if I have my old energy levels back to take on even small projects like drabbles, oneshots etc

I'll try to answer some questions while I'm kinda alert real quick though.

When I was writing Ichigo I was writing him with using hypersexuality as a coping mechanism (and thats a form of self harm and very few readers, to my frustration, saw it that way. Ichigo was indeed self-harming with this). It's actually not that uncommon but we've got different and toxic ways of coping with our inner demons. A lot are harmful to us and he was aware that something was wrong with him yet he won't reach out.

Tatsuki is very special to him obviously. He knows it, he feels if. He hates himself for it but still wants her. I like that fact that you understood beyond the surface that Ichigo is genuinely suffering and coping in a drug-like harmful way. I was trying to be both subtle yet out there with his issue.

Tatsuki is a very smart observant girl with a new developing power. She knows what's really happening with Ichigo. She can feel him in her soul which explains why I called their story Salvation while the Hichime prequel was Reflection. They're both linked psychologically to each other.

Both couples are linked in each other's uplifting and downfall due to both psychological and spiritual connections to each other.

Sounds complicated hahaha. But I tried to make it kinda obvious when pushing their interactions and thoughts.

I had a war planned on Salvation to really show their collected psyche and how powerful they all can be once they see their own true reflected selves and can ultimately save others and themselves with such tremendous power of understanding.

Ooof I went wordy.

I hope I answered some questions (also request in the future... your asks are very long. You can ask away but they're so long I can't cut for answering on this little app and my few followers are probably getting annoyed with long scrolling down to see other posts)

[pacifymebby]

Ohh if you’re still doing astrology readings, I’d love one ☺️

Leo sun

Aquarius moon

Taurus rising

Hello lovely yes I'd love to give you some thoughts!!!! I'll try my best and totally feel free to tell me how right or wrong I am haha

🌼 always got kinda fiery sign vibes from you but I'd have erred on the side of Sagitarius so that shows how good at this I am haha

✨ Leos are generally very strong, of heart, mind, passion, courage... This is lame and sorry for bringing Her Silly Books up, but I always think that She based the harry potter houses on the signs, and she had stupid biases and stereotypes too (though let's be real her astrological biases are the least concerning thing about her) anyway Gryfindors are all fire signs and harry is a fucking stupid Leo stereotype (and actually is a Leo I've just found out haha)

🌼 anyways bad leo stereotypes are like "full of themselves" "scared to let anyone else be center of attention" but like I don't think Leo's are like that at all, the only reason I bought up the books at all is because colour scheme, and "brave/loyal" is very Leo and I think that's the only thing she reallyyyy gets right there lol.

✨ specifically that their bravery often stems from a deep devotion to their friends and passions... Leo's are always pinned as entitled, like they'll claim things or a stage or take over a conversation or push in on someone else's relationship because they feel "entitled" to it but it's more that like, if the situation requires courage to take what they know they need then they will take it and they won't be meek about it either...

🌼 I do know some pretty bad Leo's who have the "sabotage others because they're scared they are a threat" stereotype going hard but generally thats impacted by the rest of the chart and I would always say that it's not something thats intrinsically Leo, it would be crazy to tar all those Leo's like that... The very same thing that can lead to Leo's being that way is the thing that makes them such true and noble friends.

✨ Aquarius moon in fact probably makes you more of a reliable, honest and pure hearted friend. Aquarius is quite egalitarian and so you may find it makes you the kind of friend who likes to help others in anyway you can... You're a go the extra mile kind of friend (or the proclaimers 500 miles if you wish haha)

🌼 potentially impulsive and dramatic when it comes to showing your friends and loved ones how much they mean to you... By dramatic I kind of mean accidentally dramatic, or it feels dramatic to you but because of your Aquarius moon making you quite shy to admit certain emotions, you sometimes think holding hands is embarrassing lol

✨ though you might come off a little aloof, aquarius is kind of awkward/shy, Leo is like royalty so just naturally holds your chin up and gives you that confidence to elevate you above others... And Taurus rising is definitely in conflict with your Leo sun, and again like aquarius, a more low-key vibe? Taurus can come off as shy but it's because they're comfortable with the quieter, more humble life.

🌼 I think maybe people who don't know you will see you as being reserved or hard to read, because your Taurus and Aquarius will be concealing your fire sign quite a lot. However when people get to know you you're an unstoppable friend like, just kind of crazy?

✨ I can imagine that in a conversation with people you know and trust and have good vibes from (aquarius is super vibes sensitive lol) you'll really light up and steal the conversation, everyone loves to hear your stories/jokes and opinions. You have a way of delivering them which makes people gasp and then laugh haha.

🌼 but also I think between your Taurus and your Aquarius you'd be certain to just drop people you don't fuck with or people you get bad vibes from. Also that Leo as well, people who bring you or your friends are getting dropped and left behind.

[artandpunishment]

I read My Year of Rest and Relaxation a couple days ago in a span of 24ish hours. It was very quick to read. Although I was reading it with interest, I'm not sure I grasped every detail (not that you have to every time you read, of course!), however I feel quite confident in what the main theme of the story is. Now I am only basing this on the book itself, and not anything that Moshfegh herself has said anywhere. Also, I have not read any reviews or opinions on the book outside of Goodreads reviews, but my feelings and thoughts for the work are different than the ones I saw.

The main theme of My Year of Rest and Relaxation is falsehood, or everything that can be described as 'fake.' That word was used a few times throughout the book, all saying many things were fake like clothes and attributes about people, be it physically or emotionally. Ping Xi, whom we see most at the end of the story used the main character's situation as material for his art. Yes he did this with her consent, and she was fine with whatever he did. Only the nature of his art and use of her felt cold and even cruel—he was using her and did not have any compassion towards her.

Now, it is arguable that she did not deserve any help, but that, too, is very cruel. It is with the most clear transparency that the main character needed help and did not really get it, nor did she want to accept the sort of help Reva offered. The main character turned away from Reva's company, and the company of another should have helped, but the main character was too set in what she wanted.

This main character's feelings are also fake. She shames Reva for her diets, her clothes, her job, her relationship, yet the main character has done things that Reva could just as easily shame. All of the main character's dislike for the art world she had gone to school and work to be in, and the people along with it, disagrees with her relationship with Trevor, with her own behavior being just as absurd as Ping Xi's, as Trevor's, as Reva's. All of their ways of life consist of severe moral wrongs (some more disgusting than others): Trevor basically gr**ming and, if I remember correctly, r*ping the MC, Reva hooking up with a married man, Ping Xi's animal ab*se and dubious handling of the MC. The main character's nihilism (of sorts) brings her to substance ab*se, although that is definitely influenced by her upbringing and relationship with Trevor.

Even though all of the characters are supposed to be real people, within the realm of their story they all put up characters (or a fake version of themselves). Trevor is a two-faced bastard. Ping Xi strives to appear as mysterious and an artist yet, in his interactions with the main character, he reads like a sadist. Reva strove to fit the same stereotype that the MC was living out: wealthy, WASP, ivy-league graduate—which she was and she acknowledged, but that is a fake character also a sort of fake persona on the MC's part (to a certain extent). I am not at all justifying the main character's behavior, treatment of herself, and of those around her. Though, it is understandable why she was semi-content with living within the confines of a stereotype and her privilege. Her home life was filled with neglect and more overuse of substances.

The whole book read like it was fake beyond the fact that it is a dramatized version of reality (as is the case with a great deal of fiction). This is due to the main character's blunt and cynical narration. She did not sugar coat anything, nor did it sound as though she believed everything she said. Every time she was cruel to Reva, it felt like a lie. Even her desperation for prescriptions, the drive to resting like she was, being 'reborn' did not read as though that is truly what she felt.

The biggest example of this is the end of the book when she discusses the video of the Twin Towers. It was such a let down, anti-climactic, disturbing, and upsetting. But it is clearly the most fake belief of them all from the main character. In that final chapter, the main character, upon losing Reva, hit with the reality that she lost the only person who ever truly cared for her. So, in her own, amalgamation of falsehood and truth, imagine that one lady as the Reva she knew and took for granted.

I am not educated in trauma responses and the gravity of depression. I have seen what both do to people, and I think I might have felt those feelings in minuscule ways. So her reaction to Reva's death, Trevor's treatment of her, her parent's deaths, may be understood as responses to those intense events. But because I do not know a whole lot about the various ways people process trauma and live with depression and all of its facets, I do not want to chalk up everything the MC does as trauma and depression. Those are factors, but how much and how the affects are shown I do not feel comfortable speculating on.

I am not a fan of stories that have no salvation, where there are no happy endings. It makes me existentially anguished at the truth that there are children who die and bad people like the main character who do not get to realize that there are so many lovely people and things to see in the world—beyond the word you were raised in or the path you were set on. Perhaps I am just as privileged as her when saying that. I don't mean to be. I genuinely and 'unrealistically' hope that everyone can experience real happiness. And even though I am not the biggest enjoyer of books like this, it was very interesting, and I have not read any books quite similar. I am beginning my journey into feminist literature, and would love recommendations. I enjoyed My Year of Rest and Relaxation in the way that it gave me a lot to think about. That's way I'm dumping all of this here.