#But like- lemme pull up an analogy I just made up

[aprillikesthings]

s5 ep2 Launch

ey did you see I posted some cosplay progress

I am v excited :D

anyway time for more She-Ra re-watch

My semi-frequent reminder that these are a re-watch, spoilers ahoy, I make a lot of dumb jokes and talk about other stuff

eugh

man I know I keep saying this but they REALLY lean into the allusions to Christianity, like he straight up says "remade in my image"

"But first, you must prove yourselves worthy. Your leader, your...She-Ra, she would see you suffer in darkness for her sake" okay Satan in the Garden of Eden

"Cast aside this false hero and deliver her to me" like is he talking about She-Ra or is he Pontius Pilate talking about Jesus (...actually a better analogy is probably Pharaoh talking about Moses)

"Prime sees all. Prime knows all. They will not escape my judgement"

OKAY not to get into religion TOO much, but I keep wanting to point out that the version of Christianity they're repeatedly and non-subtle-y alluding to is absolutely one that exists and gives people a shit-ton of religious trauma. The writers etc are clearly doing this in response to that kind of Christianity. We know Nate grew up in that kind of church.

BUT. It's just so foreign to me.

Like, I've talked to a lot of my friends about how I have what feels a lot like survivor's guilt, because I didn't grow up religious at all--much less in a high-control church. (I was baptized in one, but we left before it could do any harm.) My personal experience of Christianity in the churches I've attended has been really good, non-judgey, and full of queer folks.

So I'm fully aware that the lines about "I see everything and I'M JUDGING YOU (and you are going to special space hell)" is referencing the way a lot of churches portray God. And I'm just like...but that's....not the God I know. That's not the God my church teaches.

But also UGGGH there's a ton of churches that DO portray God this way and I don't want to diminish the harm they do by pulling some "Not All Churches" bullshit! D:

I'm not doing a good job explaining myself. Blargh.

relatable.

OH HEY they fixed Mara's ship

Daci and I had a conversation just last night about how, of the few times I have actually yelled at them, it was because I was trying to sleep and they were being noisy, and now if I'm trying to sleep and other people are being noisy Daci will shush them.

The only thing that excites Entrapta more than robots is space, apparently

But yeah everyone has a conversation about how she did betray them to join the Horde and it's reasonable to worry she might do it again.

LOL

don't be a creep, Catra

okay I can't get a representative screenshot, but the bit where Horde Prime takes over a clone's body to in order to tell Catra I'M ALWAYS WATCHING YOU is creepy as SHIT

Anyway he grabs Glimmer and walks off which can't be good

The way Mermista keeps calling Entrapta "geek princess" is kind of cute

ANYWAY Horde Prime is laying it on thick again. "Worlds I brought into my eternal light."

"I take no joy in destruction."

BLEHHHHHHH

Glimmer lemme use your weapon. If everyone is fuckin' dead there will be peace and won't that be nice :D

I'm...horribly reminded of my Dad's opinion of the middle east, which was "just kill them all and let God sort them out." He was only slightly joking. Ugh.

...and this is how she finds out her Dad is still alive D:

Yeah, I'd feel like shit too

Anyway she says she won't help him, but shattering the pretty globe was unnecessary

True story: I was on a leash for a bit as a kid. I'm actually not mad about that at all--I had a tendency to wander off (...I still do) and one of my very earliest memories is realizing I was lost in a mall, and going into a hair salon to tell them I was lost because that's what Sesame Street said to do--tell someone who works there. But my memories are still from a toddler's POV--everything in the salon is HUGE and I could stand under the counter.

Anyway leashing Entrapta was a good idea

LISTEN. I know I've made this joke before. But Entrapta has absolutely made herself robots for sex reasons.

Either that, or she's made Hordak role play. Possibly both.

😬

And Entrapta's response of genuine surprise and "are you all...mad at me??"

I remember it was this scene, the first time through, that made me really realize: oh it's not just my headcanon that she's autistic. This was intentional, from the start.

Honestly this whole scene is just too good:

Mermista: "You’re seriously just realizing that? Yeah, we’re mad!" Perfuma: "You don’t consider how your actions affect other people! Even people who are supposed to be your friends." Frosta: "Like us. The ones getting beat up by your dumb bots. And whose kingdoms you almost destroyed." Entrapta: "I’m not good at people. But I am good at tech. I thought maybe if I could use tech to help you, you’d like me. But I messed that up, too. (she runs off) Mermista: "Entrapta, no! I said we have to leave! Can you listen for once in your life?" Entrapta: "I’m sorry I’m bad at listening! I’m sorry I mess everything up!"

Mermista: "You’re still trying to get the signal?" Entrapta: "Of course. Glimmer needs us."

OH GOD it's so funny Entrapta walks up to a structure made by Horde Prime and does sexy-voice "ooooh what's inside of youuuu" then slaps herself with her own hair LOLOL

Anyway she figures out where Horde Prime's ship is but also finds out they're sending more ships to Etheria

it's like the dream she keeps having but she's awake!!

too many damn portals in this show

something about how leaving high-control religious groups sucks because for a lot of people it feels like losing your sense of purpose (I'm mutuals with a bunch of exvangelicals on twitter okay)

"It wasn’t my destiny to be She-Ra, was it? It was random. Light Hope brought me through the portal because she needed to use the weapon. That’s the only reason I’m here. I don’t know what my destiny is anymore. But I know my friends need my help. I guess I’ll just figure it out from there. Thanks for everything."

OH she was asleep after all.

(I hate it when I have those dreams where I get up and start getting ready for my day and then realize I'm still actually asleep. I've had dreams where I do it over and over, too! Not restful at all!)

LOL

Adora: lol I feel great damn Bow: oh thank god BECAUSE WE HAVE TO LEAVE RIGHT NOW AHHHH ALSO THE SHIP IS WORKING AND WE FOUND GLIMMER BUT YEAH WE GOTTA GO RIGHT THIS SECOND

I love Mermista

Also, show of hands, how many of us were weird fucking kids and would've killed for someone in our peer group to tell us "you being weird is a good thing"

Thank God for adulthood and finding people who like me the way I am

(but also thank God for learning some social skills)

yeah. I know that feeling. ;_;

LOL

but yeah Adora, Bow, and Entrapta take off on the ship :D

aaaahhhh the moment when Glimmer asks Catra to stay. "Just...for a little." And Catra's tiny, quiet, "...okay."

AND END OF EPISODE, ROLL CREDITS

MAN. this is such a turning point for Glimmer and Catra.

Because at the end of s4 we had this:

Glimmer: "Guess you wanted all my attention for yourself. Your troops are gone. You're all alone. You've lost." Catra: "What are you waiting for? Do it. Looks like we're both alone, Sparkles."

But as she'd just said to Scorpia--"We're the good guys, remember?" So she doesn't hurt Catra. And instead they both get raptured onto Horde Prime's ship, and here they are.

Most of this post is about Shadow Weaver, but I think he's right:

I think it's less "mental gymnastics" and more that she'd literally just been asked by Scorpia not to hurt her and did the "nah, we're the good guys" line. I do wonder if she regretted not doing it at any point, but I think she's too eaten up by the fact that she set off the Heart of Etheria to worry about whether or not she should've murdered or imprisoned Catra.

But at this point (in s5) they're both terrified: Horde Prime could just kill both of them any time he wanted. He doesn't actually need either of them after all. They're just bait at this point, hoping to get She-Ra, and he's pretty sure either of them will work. (Though does Adora even know Catra is on the ship? I don't think so???) But if it hadn't been for Mara's ship he would have eventually found Adora, at least.

But yeah Glimmer and Catra are both just scared and lonely and and even an enemy is better than no one if they're someone familiar (and not trying to hurt you).

UGH THIS SHOW IS SO GOOD

#april rewatches spop #launch

[stagbells]

Warmth in the Soaked City

From: @bugsnthrenodies

To: @mipexch

Note: Sorry if this is short or not as expected! Was fun writing for these two! Enjoy! Written work under readmore

(Drive version: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1AgzLbo2HXqO-Zd05r67Ti4AQiXMeIjVFuTFqFoQaAYU)

The City of Tears. Once a bustling capital full of money, now a decrepit grave empty of life. No, the husks that shambled endlessly around did not count. In fact, as far as Lemm could recall, only he remained alive and untouched by the recent, now-ending plague. Well, he and the so-called Eternal Emilitia. He had heard her giggling to herself in his few journeys to that side of the city, and he was certain she was still alive after all this time. Hm. Maybe ‘eternal’ was the correct term to use. 

Lemm turned his attention back to the fountain he had been looking at. The statue of the Hollow Knight, the King’s ‘pure vessel”, and the three Dreamers stared back at him. A perfectly-placed raindrop ran down the vessel’s horns and stone face, falling from its eye like a real tear. Lemm pondered this, the endless rain continuing to soak his form. 

Suddenly, it stopped, causing Lemm to look up. An umbrella, a pretty, petite thing, protected him from the downpour. The relic seeker looked over and was met with the kindly eyes of Quirrel. 

“It must be difficult to keep that luxurious beard dry,” he commented with a light laugh. The pillbug moved closer, standing under the umbrella with Lemm. He ran a gentle hand through the other’s beard. “Just as I thought. Soaking wet.”

Lemm let out a playful scoff but didn’t remove Quirrel’s hand until it left on its own accord, drifting down to clasp itself with Lemm’s. The relic seeker smiled as Quirrel began to lead him away from the central fountain, back into the western part of the city. 

“What were you doing out there in the rain?” he questioned, putting the umbrella down once the pair was free of incoming water. 

“Ah, just pondering the statue. It has an air of mystery to it… it is so intriguing, yet any answers to my questions eternally eludes me.” Lemm filed away his mental notes for later. “And you?”

Quirrel gave a ghost of a smile. “I just happened to notice you out there, without protection from the rain. I happened to have an umbrella for two. I hope you didn’t mind, my friend.”

Lemm shook his head, droplets of water flying from his sopping wet beard. “Of course not. I do not mind the company. The little vessel does not come around as frequently as before, though they have given me quite the collection of relics to study and analog.” 

“Ah, yes, Little Ghost! They are quite the charming little thing… they have dropped in to visit me more than once during my travels around this kingdom.” He paused only when the door of Lemm’s shop, closed and locked, was within view. “Ah, here we are, my friend. Here- take my umbrella. I have more than one, and you need it more than I.” Here, he held out the closed umbrella to Lemm. Gratefully, the other took it. 

“Thank you, Quirrel.” Tucking the umbrella under an arm, Lemm opened the door to his shop. 

“Just a moment, Lemm.”

“Hm?” Lemm turned to face the pillbug. 

Quirrel held a bundle of silken rags in hand. “It would be rude to allow a beard such as yours to go without a proper drying. Please, allow me.”

Lemm chuckled and allowed the other to walk inside, shutting the door behind him. Once inside, Quirrel pulled out two stools and seated himself upon one of them, setting the rags on his lap. Lemm gently set his umbrella aside and took the other stool, facing Quirrel. The two made eye contact- a simple gesture that spoke a million words. 

Silently, Quirrel reached forwards, a rag in hand, and gently lifted Lemm’s beard. Lightly, as if disturbing a single hair would bring about the Infection, he ran the cloth over it, slowly absorbing water as he did so. When the cloth became too damp, he swapped it out with a second, softer one. 

Once all the water was free, leaving 4 or so wet cloths on the floor of Lemm’s shop, Quirrel allowed the relic seeker to stand. He tapped his face teasingly, then perked up as if struck with a mind-blowing idea. 

“What is it?” Lemm questioned, intrigued. 

In response, Quirrel held up a small brush. “I cannot believe I almost forgot this step,” he replied with a quiet chuckle. Gently, he eased Lemm back down onto the stool. “Now hold still.”

Lemm did as told, allowing Quirrel to take the brush through his long beard. Locks of facial hair slipped between he bristles effortlessly, as soft as the comfiest moss. The cycle continued on, the only sounds being the rain pattering against the window of the shop. 

#stagbells #summer stagbells 2022 #lemm #quirrel #hollow knight

[waffled0g]

Everyone gets “The 90s” look wrong so let’s fix it

If you weren’t here for part one, lemme sum it up real fast:

Okay, all up to speed? We’re being served 80s throwback stuff with the serial numbers scratched off, re-labeled as yo totally 90s. What we’ve got now isn’t completely wrong, but I’m telling you, there’s so much gold left unmined.

As we saw in part one with Memphis Milano, these things get messy. Trends don’t start and end neatly every ten years. The first wave of 90s throwback attempts focused on the early part of the decade, and nobody since really pushed to represent the other seven years. Well, if you really wanna do something, I guess you gotta do it yourself.

I have suggestions. Get your flannel ready, we’ve got a lot of ground to cover.

Analog Grunge

SURRRRRRRGE or uh, Grunge, is probably the look that defines the decade best. The big kickoff point here is Nirvana - after a shiny pop-dominated music scene in the 80s, Nevermind was like a breath of fresh smog.

Your design has to look like it survived a nuclear blast, then was run over by your parents’ Buick a couple of times.

Rust. Dirt. Scuffs and scrapes. Signs of distress.

Handwritten or scribbled illustrations.

Low-rent aesthetics. Torn paper shapes, label maker or typewriter fonts.

If there’s a Comic Sans for the 90s, it’s “distressed typewriter font.” Seriously, it’s mandatory. When I pulled images for this post I could not escape typewriter fonts. I don’t think you couldn’t call yourself a respectable designer without it. Just look at how much mileage old-timey typewriters and label makers got:

Hell, it’s the giant X in The X Files!

I think another component to Grunge is sort of an anti-digital, pro-analog message. My pet theory is home computers went from being a semi-common novelty in 1990 to an essential gotta-have-it purchase in every American home by ‘99. Desktop publishing apps made it almost too easy to make pixel-perfect, clean, uniform designs.

But digital perfection is the enemy of Grunge. Analog means authenticity.

So you had a whole gaggle of designers running in the other direction. Sure you could use a computer, but your work absolutely had to look like it didn’t come from one. As much as possible, incorporate hand-drawn artwork, scribbles, dust and splotches. Write text with chicken scratch if you have to. As much as you could make your multimillion dollar ad campaign look like it came from the margins of some high schoolers’ math homework, the better.

Factory Pomo

Not everyone was running away from digital, though. Many designers were embracing computer apps - and I think that’s where Factory Pomo first came into being. Graphic designer Froyo Tam designed the above logo as an example - Factory Pomo is one of those things that once you see an example, you can’t stop seeing it.

Strong, basic geometric primitives with inverted, contrasting colors

Tall typography

Art Deco style rivets and spikes

Want your logo to look futuristic and modern? Stick it in a circle and put some triangles around. Invert half the colors, then another half.

Max Krieger has a great writeup on the probable inflection point: Tomorrowland. As the story goes, Tomorrowland at Disney - the part of the park meant to look like it’s from the future - would very quickly look very outdated each time they tried to update it. Instead, in 1994 they decided to own being outdated. They came up with a ridiculously fun “timeless” futuristic look, mixing industrial design with Jules Verne. Factory Pomo’s signature was all over the blueprints.

The look quickly escaped the theme park and was especially prevalent in the booming mid 90s home computer market. It’s the Packard Bell cyborg, it’s the logo in Video Toaster. If you caught that The X Files logo earlier is both Factory Pomo with the tall type and X in a ring AND Grunge with the typewriter X in the background, you win 5 bonus Pogs. 

EDIT: aaaaaaa How could I forget the most famous example! The “Always Coca Cola” ad campaign!

Back to the name - “Factory Pomo” is a relatively new term - It didn’t get coined until 2017 through several Facebook design groups. It didn’t have a name for like... 25 years. How’s that possible, you may wonder? Weren’t designers following a defined style? Well, yes and no. I think people were designing stuff to look a certain way, but it’s less a game of “this is what the aesthetic looks like” and more like a game of telephone.

If you do an architecture tour in a major city, you’ll learn that every building and skyscraper is classified to a specific architectural movement. Every building that is but ones built in the last 20-30 years. Newer buildings have to wait a few decades for official classification. Historians need time and perspective to figure out what emerging trends in architecture are going on, whose work influenced who, that sort of thing.

Designing a logo for Slim Jims or Cherry Coke takes considerably less time than constructing a skyscraper, but I think the same principle holds true. It’s really difficult to tell what’s a trend and what’s a fad when you’re living in the moment. I couldn’t tell you what’s the defining aesthetic for the 2020s right now. It’ll be obvious in 2053, but right now, no clue.

Enough time has passed between the nineties and today that we can pick this stuff apart easily. Maybe if you’re lucky, you can be the first to classify these design movements, too.

Working on a part three! I’ll look into a few other trends and address the big question-- Is the Y2K aesthetic actually a 90s thing? More to come.

*A ton of these examples above are from the CARI Institute, which you should totally check out, they’ve been cataloging this stuff for years.

#1990s #90s #nineties #aesthetic #design #Factory Pomo #grunge #ska #typewriter font #part two #y2k

[thesquareinthecircularhole]

hey stupid, i love you [MCYT: Dream x GN!Reader]

song: hey stupid I love you by jp saxe

warnings: fluff

im pretty sure i made this an gender neutral as possible but if there is an error lmk thanks bby :*

im in a simpin mood bby

as always, song lyrics in italics

i skipped a couple versus due to repetitiveness oops

this is the one i complained about losing, but it actually worked out bc i like this one better...less wordy

word count: ~2k

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Nothing's wrong, and it's not what I'm used to Oh, does it surprise you too? When it's simple, is it easier than it should be?

"Hey babe, are you okay? You've been quiet today," Dream practically pouted as he asked you. He loved the sound of your voice and while you definitely weren't giving him the quiet treatment, you sure weren't as talkative as you normally are.

"Yeah, I'm good. Just distracted thinking my thoughts." You smiled at him and leaned against him. He looked down at you and pecked your lips. You gave him a sweet kiss back. The smile he gave you made your heart boom. Loving him was as easy as eating a cake (because the usually analogy 'baking a cake' isn't true, its sometimes hard to bake a cake, especially when a hungry streamer keeps trying to eat the batter or start a flour fight).

"Anyway, don't you have a stream with the Dream Team to get ready for? One that starts in," you look at the clock on your phone, "three minutes ago?" The slight panic that crosses Dream's face makes you laugh loud. He gives you another kiss and in less than five seconds has practically launched himself across the house into his recording room. Your laughter follows him the whole way, a smile and blush upon his face.

Nothing's wrong, but when you're not in my arms I send voice notes, you send hearts And get quiet, and I know that means you miss me

Okay, granted, you were the one to remind him that he was streaming with his friends today and speedrunning, but you didn't expect it to last well over five hours. At the beginning you worked on your classwork for your [college degree of choice]. You got it done quickly, as it was nearing the end of the semester and most professors of yours were laidback and wanted you to study more than write nonsense papers (fictional you, i'm so jealous). Occasionally you would jump in fear when you heard Dream shout, still not used to it after years.

After finishing your classwork, you started cooking dinner. Soup was the vibe for the evening, and you had found a wonderful chicken and dumplings recipe a while ago that you wanted to try. You did have to go to the store for some of the ingredients, but luckily it only took you an hour. You can back and he was still streaming. It took about another hour for dinner to be done. You let it cool and prepared yourself a bowl. You set your laptop up and started watching Dream's stream. Hearing his voice made you miss him, so you pulled out your phone.

Going to the two of y'alls messages, you started making him a voice message.

"Hey baby, I made dinner, so don't play so long it gets cold. I love you! Kick the enderdragon's ass baby! Mwah."

You continued watching him stream, and he took a pause for a minute, his screen not moving from the create a new world screen and his mic muted. A couple seconds later you got spammed with every heart offered in the emoji index times what felt like a thousand.

He continued being quiet for a couple seconds, although he did unmute and continue playing, answering George's and Sapnap's questions of where he went with, "I had to take a message."

You're jealous, you shouldn't be I want you obsessively But I know how complicated it can get When you're not in front of me I know insecurities get in your head

Chat sometimes upset you. Sure, you got Dream, all of him, but sometimes the comments made by some of the more obsessives fans were a bit to much.

'With the way he killed those mobs you know he's got good fingers'

'His voice is hot so he must be'

'Heyo dream baby lemme see them feet'

Okay the last one was more weird, and actually turned out to be a joke from Quackity but anyway moving on.

He was your guy, and he promised himself to you, but sometimes he seemed to have a genuine connection with some of the sweeter and not gross ones. It made you scared that someone, one day, will swoop him off his feet with a comment and he’d leave you for them. 

But I'm not gonna interrupt if you need to talk about it Roll my eyes, get offended by the way you doubt it You know you're mine, you just forget sometimes So promise me you won’t And you know I'll remind you when you think I don't

The stream ended a little under an hour later. Dream left his recording room, grabbed a bowl of soup, and found you in the living room, lost in thought. He plopped down right next to you. 

“Talk to me baby.”

“About what?”

“Anything and everything.”

“Okay.” You’re quiet for a bit, despite his offering of listening. He knew you were gonna take him up on the offer, you just needed a bit of time, so he was going to wait patiently. He finished his soup quickly, he was much hungrier than he thought. He put the bowl on the coffee table and before he was all the way leaned back on the couch, you were leaning against him. His arms wrapped around you, your head was tucked in between his head and shoulder, and a blanket covered the both of you. You looked towards the blank tv screen but felt his eyes on you.

“I love you a lot. And I know you love me too, but I’m afraid I’m not enough. You have so many options, especially with your popularity online. I don’t know what I’d do if you left me, whether it be for someone else or just because you’re tired of me.” Dream waits for you to stop entirely, with you breathing heavily.

“Well, you’re right about one thing. I do love you, a lot. The rest of it is wrong and I’ll spend the rest of time telling you so.” Dream says, pressing several kisses against your forehead. 

“Yeah I know it’s stupid to feel this way, but my anxiety gets the best of me. It’s stupid, I’m stupid.”

“First of all, you’re not stupid. Second, hey stupid, I love you.”

Nothing's wrong, I just get in my head too Can you reassure me you, you're still in it? I just wish you could lean in and kiss me

As much as Dream loved you and reassured you, sometimes he would get caught up in his thoughts too. The life of a streamer/youtuber, especially one with as much fame and subscribers as him, was rough. The constant need to feed his fans with entertainment and content, and the need for the content to satisfy his fans was stressful. He hates to admit it, but he some days he spent to much time working and not enough with you. He thinks you would be so much happier with someone without a tight schedule and without a large, intense fanbase. Any random person on the street would be better for you than him, he thinks. 

When he gets into this headspace, the only thing that grounds him is your lips on his. When you kiss him, the clouds go away and all he can see is your eyes, as bright as the sun, and your smile, which can tempt even the purest. 

Say nothing's wrong, tell me to settle down You do it better than I've ever known how Won't pull some tricks for attention But could I get a little now?

Now, everyone knows that Dream likes some attention. He especially likes attention from you. Good thing is you also like attention, especially from him. The not so good thing is both of y’all get distracted so bad, it’s almost too funny.

He tends to get your attention by tickling you, whether it be in the comfort of your home or in public. One day, when you guys were walking through town, you stopped at a flower booth and got to talking with the friendly and flirty florist gentleman. It had been a couple minutes, and Dream was really needing some love, but you continued chatting with the florist who was definitely going to ask for your number but you genuinely thought he was just being nice. Dream crept up behind you and placed his hands on your side. You froze for a moment and looked at him, confused. The smirk that crossed his face barely gave you a second to prepare as he tickled your sides. Your laughter filled the street as you turned around as he tickled you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, which got him to stop ticking you, and gave him a kiss. The two of you continued on your way, attached at the hip.

And one day, when you wanted his attention, it was after he was done recording a manhunt with his friends. The actual video had been done for a bit, but they were just fucking around in the minecraft world and talking to each other. You had had a not so nice day, and wanted the crushing weight of your boyfriend on top of you. You crept into his recording room and came to stand right behind his chair. Based on the conversation you could tell he wasn’t recording anymore, so you knew it was safe. Your hands started in his hair, trailed down to his face, and slid down his body till your arms were wrapped around him snuggly. Your head was placed on top of his. 

“What are you doing?” he asked, and received no response. Instead, you began aggressively shaking him and the chair, turning it this way and that, making him slightly dizzy. His laughter filled the room, and he quickly ended the call. The two of you spent the next 12 hours cuddled in bed, leaving only for the necessities. 

You're jealous, you shouldn't be I want you obsessively But I know how complicated it can get When you're not in front of me I know insecurities get in your head

Dream got jealous as well sometimes. You were beautiful and a lot of the time attracted the attention of random passerbyers. Those people, who you don’t even know, who lived normal lives where they didn’t have to spend every second worried that their face will be revealed to the public and suddenly all their fans from around the world will know what they look like or the general area in which they live, who don’t have to obey algorithms and bend to the will of the masses to make sure they get paid enough to live, who could give you a normal and safe life. Every time one looked at you with some attraction, he pulled you a bit closer and kissed you a bit harder. 

But I'm not gonna interrupt if you need to talk about it Roll my eyes or get offended by the way you doubt it You know you're mine, you just forget sometimes So promise me you won’t And you know I'll remind you when you think I don't

Sometimes, Dream needed to rant. A long, hard, intense, rant. Sometimes it was about how someone accused him of cheating his speedruns. Sometimes it was about how someone said something nasty to him or one of his friends. Sometimes it was about a comment someone made about him or you that got on his nerves. When he needed to talk, you sat there and you listened. You did whatever he needed to get better, whether it was just listen or talk to find solutions. You did it because you know he would do the same for you. And afterwards, a cuddle session was a must. 

How could you forget? I told you seventeen times before 7 AM I love you How could you forget? I told you seventeen times

The morning after rough days were one of the bests. Arms tangled together, legs tangled together, everything tangled together, no one able to tell where one started and the other ended. Lazy kisses pressed to faces, hands, necks, any part of skin the lips could touch. One particular morning you woke up earlier than he did. A quick kiss against his cheek woke him up, and he gave you the most love filled smile any man could do.

“Hey stupid,” you said, “I love you.”

#mcyt #mcyt x reader #dream x reader #dreamwastaken x reader #fluff #songfic

[sunnypogue]

morning glory (w/ hockey rafe)

lil bit of morning vacation sex with hockey rafe. 

warning: nsfw, 18+. overstimulation, oral (female receiving).

“Baby?”

A beat passed. The sound of sheets rustling rumbled through the silent room.

“Baby.” His voice was sharper now, contrasted by a gentle hand running down your side, stilling where your pelvis met your leg, fingers firmly grasping your hip.

You groaned, turning away from his voice. “No - too early.”

Rafe chuckled, pulling your limp body into his chest, his hand traveling to sit at the base of your chest, lightly cupping your left breast. “Can’t sleep.”

“We’re on vacation.” You responded, nestling your face into his bicep. “The whole point is to sleep in.”

Rafe hummed, his chest rumbling against your back. “Sure,” he started, hand moving to fully cup your breast, “But I heard morning sex on vacation is pretty good, too.”

You glanced at the analog clock on the nightstand. 4:57 am.

“Who has morning sex at 5 in the morning?” You argued. “This is like, the least sexy time.”

Rafe rolled his eyes, “You gonna argue with me, or you gonna let me eat you out?”

You glanced back at him, gulping at the sight of his blown out pupils. “Right now?”

He nodded, pulling you all the way back while he maneuvered himself over you, his arms bracketing your head. “Can I?”

His eyes flickered downwards.

You nodded, before remembering he was waiting for you to speak, “Yeah - yes. Please.”

Rafe peeled the cream comforter back, exposing the remainder of your pajamas (an oversized Canes shirt and gray boy shorts), before resting his hands on your bare thighs. He gently started to push them apart, his fingertips pressing into your skin. Your bottom lip automatically slid in between your teeth, shoulders tensing in anticipation of what was to come.

“Relax, sweetheart.” He murmured, placing his lips on your inner thigh briefly.

You nodded, releasing a breath you hadn’t realized you had been holding. He made a sound of approval, before lightly cupping your heat with his massive hand, thumb grazing over your clit.

You inhaled sharply.

“Relax.” He repeated, tone dark and clear. “I gotcha.”

Your chin was pressed into your chest as you watched him slide your shorts down your legs, his hand immediately returning to your cunt. Your head shot back as he slipped a single finger in, cunt clenching around the intrusion.

He chuckled. “You’re all wound up baby - breathe. We’re on vacation.”

You whimpered as he teased a second finger at your opening, his breath dancing across your clit. You clenched down harder at the contrasting sensations, moaning as he worked his ring finger all the way in.

“So tense.” He admonished, glancing up. “You gonna let me get a third in?”

You took a shaky breath, before biting back down on your lip and nodding.

“Good girl.”

He managed to slip his index finger in while he was sucking on your clit, his broad shoulders pushing your legs farther apart for deeper access. You were fully panting at this point, one hand twisted in his hair, the other wrapped in the bedsheet.

Your stomach clenched as he started to press his fingers deeper, his tongue curling around your clit - your legs started to close on instinct - his upper body kept them splayed out.

“Uh uh.” He grunted into your cunt, the vibrations causing you to moan. “Hold ‘em open for me.”

His mouth returned to your clit, causing your stomach to leap, your body suddenly teetering on the brink.

“Rafe - Rafe!” You rasped out, clutching his hair as he rolled your clit between his teeth. “I’m close - shit.”

Rafe looked up at you, a grin stretched across his wet face, “C’mon baby - want you to come on my face.”

You tossed your head back, nearly coming from his words alone.

He pressed his forearm over your stomach, holding your hips down as he buried his face into your cunt. His tongue slid in next to his three fingers, stretching you wide.

He shifted his weight forward just slightly, causing the tip of his nose to brush your swollen clit - and that was it.

You went hurdling over edge, your orgasm shaking through your entire body - your eyes rolled back, your hands curled, feet flexed, mouth open wide - all while Rafe worked you through it, suckling and fingering your swollen cunt.

As you started to come down, your body unclenching, Rafe continued his ministrations, ignoring your whimpers in favor of licking you clean - you used your hand to try and weakly move his head away, but he grabbed your wrist, pinning it to the bed.

“Hold on baby, lemme clean you up.” He mumbled into your cunt, smirking as you cried out, half stimulated, half overwhelmed.

“Gotta make sure you’re ready for round two.”

#rafe cameron #hockey rafe #coho!rafe #smut #rafe cameron smut #outer banks fic #outer banks smut #outer banks #outer banks imagine #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron fic #rafe smut #rafe obx #she writes #drew starkey

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Ice Cream Disaster

Hey! I know this is super late but this is Day 4’s prompt from @analogicalweek !

Parent Analogical AU anyone??

The only warnings are mild overthinking at the beginning and horrible writing, also food!

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Virgil tapped his foot, waiting, checking that damn bus tracking app for the 10th time in the past minute. Where was he? Did the bus crash? Is his kid stuck on the side of the road? What if Patton got on the wrong bus and-

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of brakes squalling to a stop and the doors opening, a short, curly haired blond boy rushing out.

“Dad!” Patton giggles happily as he runs down the driveway to Virgil, waiting for his dad to kneel down before giving him a hug. “Dad! Dad! Roman gave me a friendship bracelet!”

“Oh he did? Lemme see.”

Patton grins as he holds out his arm, showing what seemed to be a strip of red construction paper taped together in a loop. Virgil couldn’t help but to smile at it. “Wow! That’s really cool Pat! Did you make him one?”

The six year old nodded excitedly. “Yep! It’s just like this one except it’s blue! We are gonna be bestest friends forever!”

Virgil chuckles, “I’m sure you two are. Say, how about we go down to the ice cream shop and get us an afterschool snack?”

A gasp was heard before a small squeal. “Yes yes yes yes yes!!! Ice cream!!”

Virgil smiles, ruffling his hand through Patton’s hair. “Okay, let’s go put your backpack up and then we’ll walk over, deal?” Of course Patton said yes, holding onto his dad's hand and basically dragging him into the house.

After Virgil had made sure his backpack was up, he grabbed his ‘Parent To- Go’ tote. Basically it’s Patton’s old diaper bag, but it has since been repurposed into carrying anything that Virgil or Patton could possibly need. A portable phone charger, first aid kit, a change of clothes… if you can think of it, Virgil most likely has it stuffed somewhere in this bag.

He slung the tote over his shoulder, making sure he had his phone and wallet before taking Patton’s hand and starting the ten minute walk to the ice cream shop.

They made it there with little to no problems (Just Patton wanting to pick the flowers from the sidewalk, delaying them by about five minutes). Virgil drops Patton’s hand to open up the door. Oh what a mistake that was.

“Eee! Roman!!” The little boy immediately ran into the shop, tackle-hugging another kid and causing an ice cream cone to fall out of presumably Roman’s hand.

Virgil rushed in after him, trying to pull Patton away but to no avail. At least neither of them seemed hurt, just the two of them giggling on the floor. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” He said to the taller figure as he bent down to clean up the mess, assuming that they were Roman’s guardian. “Here, I’ll buy him another cone-”

“Oh there is really no need. It was an accident, they were just excited.”

Holy- That freaking voice! Virgil glanced up to see a man squatting down beside him, handing him a few more napkins. “I’m assuming that you are Patton’s father?”

“Y- Yep, that’s me…” he nodded his head, taking the napkins and finishing wiping up the melted chocolate.

“What’s your name, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Oh, um- Virgil. My name’s Virgil.” He rushes out, smiling awkwardly, holding the drenched used to be napkins in his hands.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Virgil.” Logan said with a very genuine smile.

God, kill me now.

Virgil nodded slightly before turning away, walking off to the trash can. Was the only reason he did that to hide his blush? Yes. Did he hear very childish giggles after he did? Oh, 100 percent. He threw away the napkins before pulling out a baby wipe from his tote, wiping the sticky off his hands. After that, he makes the dreaded trip back over to…. “I never caught your name, by the way.”

“Logan. Logan Berry.”

He nods a little, smiling. “Well, Logan. I am still going to buy your son a new ice cream.”

The other man huffs, clearly annoyed at Virgil’s persistence. “Fine, I’ll allow it one one condition.”

“Oh? And what’s that?” He smiles more, taking a step closer to him.

Virgil swears he saw a smirk flash across his face before he settles back to his stoic expression. “I get your phone number.”

Play it cool, this is fine… except it’s totally not. “W-what? Why do you want my number?” He plays off his stutter with a small nervous laugh.

Logan smiles. “I’m sure our boys would love to have a playdate. I need your number so that we can determine when the best time is.”

Of course it was for the boys, why else would a cute guy want his number? Virgil shakes his head, trying to pretend he isn’t blushing as he pulls out his phone, handing it to him with the “Create New Contact” screen pulled up.

After a few moments of quick typing, Virgil’s phone is handed back to him with a wink. Is this what flirting is like??? Virgil has absolutely no clue as to how to process it so he just stands there, wide eyed. This apparently amused Logan, a soft chuckle filling the air and boy that did not help Virgil’s situation.

“A-anyway, what cone did Roman have? I’ll get his when Patton chooses out a flavor… which might take awhile, honestly.” He chuckles, looking up at the taller male.

He was met with a soft smile, “Just plain chocolate.”

“Daaaaad, I want cookie dough please!” Patton gently tugs on his hand, smiling brightly up at Virgil.

“So that’s one cookie dough and one chocolate ice cream, right Roman?” Virgil asked, knowing how fast kids can change their mind.

“Mhm! Thank you!” Roman beams.

“Awe, such good manners..” Virgil smiles, ruffling both kids' hair before waking over to the cashier to get their cones, occasionally glancing back at them.

A few minutes later, Virgil comes back with two ice cream cones. “How about we go sit down and eat up our ice cream, kiddos?”

Both boys rush over to a booth, leaving the two adults chuckling as they walk over. Virgil hands Roman his ice cream cone before taking a seat next to Patton and carefully giving him the remaining cone.

“Dad, are you and Roman’s dad gonna get married?”

Logan seems to get choked at the same time Virgil does, “W-What? What makes you ask that, Pat?”

“Because you like like each other!” Roman giggles out, getting ice cream all over his face.

Virgil’s face feels like it’s on fire. “Well, I’m not so sure about that..”

“And even if that is correct, there are many other steps before marriage…” Logan interjects.

“Like what?” The boys tilt their heads.

Virgil takes a deep breath, trying. “Well they talk for awhile… and go on dates…”

“Then go on dates!” Patton exclaims as if it was the most simple thing ever.

Just as Virgil was about to explain, Logan speaks up. “That would be up to Virgil and I. Not our nosy little boys.” He smiles as he leans over, tapping each of their noses, leaving both of them giggling.

Virgil was just in complete awe. This guy is not only very attractive, well spoken, and showing interest in Virgil, but he is also great with kids?! What’s the catch?

“You alright there, Virgil?” He gets snapped out of his thoughts,

“Y-yeah, I’m good..” he smiles, undoubtedly blushing only to be called out by more childish giggles.

“Dad! He made you red!” And of course that only made him blush more.

“I know, kiddo… just eat your ice cream-”

#Analogical #Logan Berry #Virgil Storm #sanders side fic #kid!patton #kid!roman #Be warned of second hand embarrassment I guess #analogical week 2021 #sanders sides #thomas sanders #food tw

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Okay, Inventing Privileges Revoked

Requested by: @jwillowwolf

Notes: The magical stuff in this fic is based off of The Ancient Magus Bride (anime and manga). If you've read/seen it, I put a lil reference to it somewhere in here >:)

POV: 3rd person

Ships: Analogical, Royality, and Demus/Dukeceit/Receit

CW: Swearing, yelling, eating, sympathetic Remus and Janus, fire, mention of failing classes, vines, being watched

Lemme know if I missed any :D

Word Count: 3041

“Twist this...and then you-” The inventor muttered to himself as he made a few adjustments and tweaks on his latest machine. It was supposed to harness the power of magic from other worlds, so that it could benefit this world. He knows they exist...he just knows. A few sparks flew at him as a knob was turned. “Don’t you dare start acting up on me. I spent a year and a half on you, I’m not letting you give up on me now,” he scolded the piece of machinery. He had an amusing habit of talking to objects. As if the invention had heard him, little gears started turning even though he hadn’t meant it for it to be turned on. Not yet. But it seemed like it was doing it out of spite. An unpleasant noise erupted from it before he quickly turned the knob back to its original position. “That’s enough out of yo-”

“LOGAN!! DINNER’S READY!!”

“Soooo..” Patton started, taking a bite out of a piece of garlic bread. “Any progress on your cool lil’ device you got in your room?” He asked, looking over at his roommate.

The voice scared Logan out of his wits, flinching as he pushed up his glasses. “I’M COMING!” He called back, standing up from his seat and tiredly walking out of his bedroom to the kitchen. He didn’t seem to realize the pink-ish glow emitting from the machine behind him.

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“It’s not...exactly doing what I want it to do. But that’s alright, I can still fix it,” Logan replied, scooping some spaghetti into his mouth.

“Ooohh..okay! Virgil, how were your classes today?”

The boy in question sat across from Patton, hunched over and eating slowly with one hand, the other one shoved in his jacket pocket. ��Failed ‘nother exam. I’m thinkin’ of giving up at this point…” He mumbled, poking a meatball.

“Noooo! Don’t say that! You still got a lot to look forward to!”

“I agree with Patton,” Logan said, looking over at Virgil. “You’re trying your best and that’s what matters. It’s just one mistake, it’s not that big of a deal. You’ll be ok.”

“But what if I won’t be? Ughh..my grades are going down so so low… Sometimes I just don’t wanna be here. Not away from you guys, of course, but..just- somewhere where I don’t have to stress myself every night and break down almost once every week.”

“Like Logie said, you’ll be okay! Here, how about this, you take a well-deserved break and me or Logan can do your work for you?”

“That wouldn’t work because he wouldn’t be learning the things he needs to in order to pass. The least we can do right now is try to keep his mind off of work for a short time. But he has to get back to doing his assignments after.”

“Um..,” Virgil muttered quietly, as not to interrupt either of the boys. “I guess my little ‘break’ starts now…? If so, then uh..can I see Logan’s machine thing?”

Logan and Patton looked at each other, the more optimistic of the two grinning. “Yeah! I’d like to see it too!”

The inventor sighed, shaking his head lightly. “Fine, but do not touch it.”

His roommates cheered as a small smile made its way onto Logan’s face.

After dinner, they were grouped in Logan’s room, staring at the little device.

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“So...how does it work?” Virgil asked, tilting his head slightly. Logan gently took the device and held it in his hands so the others could see. “Well, you’re supposed to turn this knob,” he explained, turning said knob. The machine sputtered to life, however it seemed...off. “But it doesn’t seem to be working correctly at the moment.”

Patton stared at the tiny device in amazement, Virgil doing the same until he got a notification from his phone. He pulled it out, pure frustration showing on his face.

“UGHHH- I don’t even wanna be IN THIS WORLD anymore!” He groaned, shoving his phone into his pocket.

Suddenly, child-like laughter filled the air.

“Wh...What was that?” Patton asked, fearful.

“I’m..not sure,” Logan responded, looking around. Vines grew from the ground and latched to their legs as three small portals appeared beneath them. They were pulled down into those portals before they could even scream.

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Logan woke up to the sight of trees, the moonlight shining through them, and the feeling of dirt beneath him. He shot up and looked around frantically before his eyes landed upon two figures curled up next to one of the trees. On closer examination, he realized those were his roommates. Patton seemed to have calmed Virgil down from a panic attack.

“Are you two okay…?” He asked, going over and sitting with them. At the sound of Logan’s voice, Virgil suddenly latched onto him. “God- I thought you died! I’m so sorry..This is my fault, I’m so so sorry..,” the boy muttered, his grip tightening.

“I...believe it’s my fault. It was my invention, I shouldn’t have shown it to you two when it wasn’t even working properly.”

“Guys-” Patton said, trying to warn them.

“No but if I hadn’t got so angry-”

“I don’t think it had to do with your anger.”

“Guys-”

“But what if it did? We weren’t pulled in until I got that stupid notif.”

“There’s nothing in the device that would make it respond to human emotions-”

“GUYS!”

“WHAT?!” The two shouted in unison, seeing Patton looking up.

“There’s people..w-watching..,” he whispered.

Virgil and Logan looked up as well. Two pairs of eyes stared back at them, one pair green and the other pair red. Shadows hid their bodies from view, if they even had bodies. The two entities laughed, sounding exactly like the laugh they’d heard before being sucked into this alternate world. Patton scooted over to his roommates hurriedly and stayed very close to them. The entities above seemed to look at each other before the one with green eyes suddenly disappeared with a gust of wind. Red eyes looked back down at them, suddenly dropping from the tree and landing with a flourish. In the light, it seemed that the entity was a boy, about the same age as the three humans in front of him. Little flames burned from the tips of his hair that he didn’t seem bothered with. Speaking of, his hair was tied in a ponytail that hung over his shoulder. He wore a white shirt with gold lining at the top, its sleeves going down to his elbows and hanging loosely. A red sash was tied around his waist. Black cloth was tucked into it from the back, making it sway behind him whenever he moved. He wore simple brown shorts that seemed to have been torn from what used to be a complete pair of trousers. Gold ribbons wrapped his legs in a criss-cross pattern, tying into knots at his ankles. His ears were pointed, making him look like an elf. His eyes always seemed to have a fire burning in them.

He grinned at the terrified humans and held his hand out to them, but it seemed more directed at Patton.

“Greetings, humans! You may call me Princey. You’re not supposed to be here!” He sang.

Patton was the first to speak up, albeit in a shaky tone, “N-Nice to meet you, Princey. I’m P-”

“Ah ah ah! Nicknames only. Real names have power in our world, and you wouldn’t want to fall prey to anything...unpleasant, now would you?” The fae interrupted. He narrowed his eyes, but his grin stayed.

“And how’re we supposed to know that you’re not one of the ‘unpleasant’ kind?” Virgil asked harshly, suspicious of this seemingly magical stranger.

The faerie’s eye twitched as he pulled back his hand, “You certainly seem to be one of them, so you tell me.”

“You did not-”

“If the shoe fits, rusty human.”

“Alright alright, umm...maybe we shouldn’t fight?” Patton suggested, looking between the two.

“Yes, we don’t need to cause more problems to add to the ones we already have,” Logan agreed, pulling Virgil closer. The smaller boy huffed and muttered an “okay.”

“So we’re all in agreement that we’d rather not fight right now! Perfect! Now, let’s start this over. What would each of you like to be called?”

“Can I be called Pat..? Is part of our names allowed?”

“I...suppose. You have a very sweet-sounding nickname. And you two?” He gestured to Logan and Virgil.

The inventor sighed, “Call me L, please.”

“Alright, very simple,” Princey commented, looking over at the last boy to share his nickname. “..You know, I might just call you Rusty.”

“Don’t call me that-”

“Too late, Rusty.”

“I have a question,” Logan stated, looking up at the fae.

“Yeeeesss?”

“Why did you call him a ‘rusty human’?”

“Ah! It’s something only Neighbors, such as I, would get. Each human that comes through the forest has a distinct smell. For example, Pat smells like roses.” He sighed dreamily. “My favorite flower… As for Rusty over there, he smells like...well- rust. It’s utterly disgusting to us.”

“..Is ‘Neighbors’ the name of your species?”

“Sort of…? Neighbors is what you call faeries, however that term is dull to some. If we’re talking about the subspecies of fae, I’m a fire sprite.”

Virgil snickered, covering his mouth to hide his smile.

“What’s so funny about that? I’ll have you know that you should respect us magical beings, lest you be cursed or spirited away!”

“I’m gonna call you Soda,” The boy replied behind his hand.

“Wha-”

“Ooooh! Because he’s a sprite!” Patton said, pointing finger guns at Virgil. “Ayyyyyy!”

“Ayyyyyyy.” The other pointed finger guns right back at him.

Princey and Logan just sighed, one being confused and the other used to his roommates' antics.

The fae clapped his hands. “Okay okay. To get you all out of potential danger, you’re going to have to come with me. I’ll take you to my abode. Be warned, my brother and his boyfriend live there as well.” He shot a look at Virgil, “I’m not going to kill any of you. It wouldn’t benefit anyone.”

They looked at each other and seemed to be in silent agreement as they stood. Princey started guiding them through the trees and the bushes, careful to avoid anything that could kill these new humans.

“So...Why are you helping us? Not that I don’t appreciate it, I just...wanna know, y’know?” Patton asked as they walked.

“...It’s lonely here. The other fae are very..gossipy. You do something dumb and suddenly it spreads around like wildfire. So I usually stay away from fae that I don’t already know, as I wouldn’t want any...betrayals or damages to my pride. I trust that you humans are not the same...?”

“I don’t think so.. Right?” The boy looked over at his two friends, who seemed to be having a silent conversation with one another. He sighed and gave up on the question, feeling a bit left out. Princey seemed to notice, gesturing for Patton to walk with him at the front, to which the boy hesitantly but happily did.

After a bit of walking, they came across a little cottage in a clearing. Smoke billowed out of the chimney as they approached it.

“Well,” the fire sprite sighed. “Here we are! It’s not much...but it works.”

“...I thought it’d look more like a giant mushroom or something,” Virgil commented, a bit suspicious about how normal the house looked.

“Why would we live in a fucking mushroom? A MUSHROOM THAT SIZE DOESN’T EVEN EXIST- Where are you getting these ideas?!”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, faerie boy?” The emo replied, waiting for Princey to open the door or something. Was there even a lock on the front door?

As if on cue, the door swung open to reveal another faerie, similar to Princey. This one, however, wore reversed colors. A black shirt with silver lining and a green sash instead of a red one. He had a silver streak in his hair, dangling over his eyes. His hair was braided, draped over his shoulder as well. The most peculiar thing, though, was the fake mustache he wore and the green wings protruding from his back, speckled with black.

“Wretched brother! And...other people!” The new faerie greeted, moving aside so they could get in.

“Greetings to you too...Duke,” Princey muttered, leading the small group inside.

“That’s his name? Duke? What, is he a dog?” Virgil asked, semi-sarcastically.

“Based on his behavior, he might as well be,” The fire sprite grumbled, flopping on a nearby chair and sighing. “And no, that’s not his name. Remember what I said about those, Rusty?”

“Yeah yeah, they ‘hold power’ or whatever. But why do you guys need to disguise your names when you’re the one who’s able to use them against us? You’re not at risk.”

“Actually, we are. I’d also rather you not call my beloved a dog,” A new voice said, the source of it being a figure that had just walked in from the kitchen. The humans looked at him, a bit startled. It didn’t seem like this one was the same as the brothers. He wore a wide-brimmed black hat with a yellow ribbon tied around it. The shadows created by the hat covered one half of his face. The half that was visible seemed normal. He had dark brown eyes that made him seem wise and intimidating. A black and gold capelet laid on his shoulders, linked together with a gold chain. He wore yellow lace gloves with black ribbons wrapped around his wrist. He was even wearing thigh-high stiletto boots.

“mY BOYFRIEND!!” Duke screeched as he half-ran and half-flew to the new faerie. He latched onto him in a tight hug, his wings flapping slightly in happiness.

“Could I inquire what nickname you,” Logan started, gesturing to the mysterious fae, “would like to go by? And what type of faeries are you two?”

“Hm...Call me Deceit, if you will. Duke’s an Ariel and I’m a Leannan Sidhe.”

“Ariel?? Like the mermaid??” Patton wondered aloud, sitting next to Princey on another chair. It was obvious the two wanted to be close to each other with the way they were glancing at each other.

“I...don’t know what a ‘mermaid’ is, but I’m assuming that has nothing to do with the faerie world, so no. An Ariel is a type of sprite, a wind denizen, or in simpler terms, they can control the wind. They’re known to be mischievous, despite their job of purification,” Deceit explained, fondly playing with his boyfriend’s hair.

“And a Leannan Sidhe…?” Logan asked, sitting on the couch with a notebook and pen in hand. Where did he even get that…

“A subspecies of a fae you humans would refer to as a ‘vampire’. Young men let us feed on their blood in exchange for talent. It could also be exchanged for...other things.”

“Oh. Is the amount of blood a lot…? Because it would kill the human if you took too much.”

“It’s just enough that the human wouldn’t die on the spot. However, those we feed on don’t usually lead very long lives. Enjoy what you have and die or yearn for more and die greedy.”

“Greedy?” Virgil repeated, sitting next to Logan and clasping his hands together. If he was being honest, he actually considered offering his blood to the vampire, despite how shady that’d be.

“What you sought for certainly didn't come from you, did it?”

“N..No…”

“That’s what I thought.”

Awkward silence fell over the room. Duke fluttered his wings happily as he cuddled closer to Deceit. It created a little gust of wind that unfortunately threatened the life of Princey’s flames, to the fire sprite’s annoyance.

“Do any of you know why we’re here..?” Patton asked quietly, shuffling a bit closer to the fae next to him.

“I do! I do!!” The wind denizen chirped, speeding away from his boyfriend and stopping in front of the human. “So when the nerd over there made the weird machine, we were able to find connections to your world! But we didn’t know what to do with it, so we left it alone. But theeeeennnn, Rusty said a few magic words, and some of the faeries in our world took advantage of it, so that’s why you guys are here!”

“What magic words???” Virgil called from the other side of the room.

Duke cleared his throat and did a half-hearted attempt at imitating Virgil, “i dON’T evEn WAnnA be iN thiS woRlD ANyMOREEeEe blAHhhhh.”

“Okay, I said everything BUT that last part.”

“I know, it’s just that you’re overly angsty.”

“IT’S PART OF MY AESTHETIC-”

“Let’s calm down for a moment,” Patton said softly, giving a tiny and nervous smile. “What part of that was magical?”

“All of it! When humans say something, whether they mean it or not, some specific types of fae listen closely so they can cause maaaajor terror and disorder. Like this one time, some girl was angry at her lil’ brother so she went, ‘I wish you were never my brotherrrr!’ or something dramatic like that, and then the next day, the boy was gone! And nooooobody remembered him except her. She got really scared, but lucky for her, a couple of mages came by and helped her.”

“...Mages?”

“Yeah! They’re either like...human-like faes or sleigh-beggies.”

“Sleigh-beggies??? I honestly don’t think that’s the actual name-”

“Doesn’t matter what you think! That’s what it’s called. Sleigh-beggies are just humans who’ve been gifted with the sight to see otherworldly things. It may sound cool, but trust me, you don’t wanna know how many things are crawling over all of you right now.”

At that, both Patton and Virgil screeched, trying to get rid of the creatures they couldn’t even see. Logan sighed and shook his head.

“How do we get back?” He asked, looking over at Deceit as it seemed like he was the best person to ask.

“Well…” The fae started.

“You’re just going to have to stay and find out.”

[End]

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[mmblaq]

would you like to.... elaborate on the relationship between tohru and shigure? :')

hello! of course, i rant about this probably 800 times a year so here we go!

Spoilers inbound!!! You have been warned!

there is the old debate in the fruits basket fandom on whether or not Shigure actually cared about the kids- namely Tohru. As manga readers know, Shigure’s goal the entire time (from the moment he met Tohru) was to use her as a pawn to break the Sohma curse. Its an inherently dangerous plan- he knew very well how brutal the Sohmas could be (as did Hatori who tried to warn Tohru), especially the woman that this was all for- Akito. And we have all seen the moments where tohru is harmed by it all (akito pulling her hair and pushing her around, akito pushing her off a cliff, threatening tohru and her loved ones, etc)

With that in mind, Shigure blatantly said to Hatori that he doesn’t care what happens, and he doesn’t care who he has to hurt to reach his goal. I think the Sohmas hardened Shigure a lot, and he wants you to believe that he is selfish enough to let people get hurt and he wouldn’t feel bad about it at all, but i don’t actually think thats the case. Shigure lives with Tohru, sees her everyday, she takes care of him, feeds him, does his laundry, brings him snacks while he works, and many other small things that he doesn’t ask her to do but she does because, as we all know, tohru is an angel. In return, shigure offers comfort, advice, a safe home, and a new family.

To me, this was the start of Shigure’s masquerade. As we all know, the series presents a timeline where we first view Shigure as a funny guy, a bit of a pervert, and someone who was generally not very serious, but of course this shifts a LOT as soon as he begins to show his “true colors” (the conversation with hatori, the solemn moments with Akito, etc.) However, i think the real façade was the opposite.

I think his true colors were actually the moments he was in that house with tohru, kyo, and yuki. The moments he shares with them. When he eats meals with them and jokes and teases them all, when he cleans up tohrus cuts, or when he convinces kyo to give public school a try, when he supports ayame’s attempts to reconnect with yuki. its all for them.

Of course, you could definitely say that it was all for his goal and he didnt actually care. Wouldn’t that be such an Oscar-worthy acting job?

But let’s discuss his goal. What is his goal? to break the curse? Yes. But what does breaking the curse mean? it means happiness, joy, love, and growth. He wants Akito to be able to move on and live her life- but if that were the case then that means everyone else in the zodiac would also live their lives. I dont think it was ever just about Akito. I dont think his real moments were the dark ones with Akito in a dimly lit room, i dont think they were the conversation with hatori on his goal and hurting people. It was all a cold façade to me, and the real shigure was the warm goofy man that wrote cheesy romance novels just cuz he could.

i believe everything he did was for everyone, including tohru. As he gets to know her, he comes to love her as real family. And tohru loves him too. You can see this in the smaller actions. And you can see this in the bigger ones too, like when he attends the parent-teacher conference as her guardian, or when he makes sure that tohru goes to the lakehouse and the onsen with the sohmas. when he pats her head comfortingly, when he lessens her worries, gives her amazing advice (remember the laundry analogy? lol), to me that is love and care.

shigure and tohru are certainly a relationship i adore. With everything i said before this in mind, shigure had a darker side, but i think he is inherently light and that lighter side comes out around tohru, and its not fake care or love. Shigure begins to see her as more than a pawn, and even states at one point he feels guilt when he looks at her. And in return, tohru deeply cares for him. Its an interesting brother/sister or uncle/niece kind of relationship to me and i love to see it. Theres a sadness that both of them feel because of the sohmas and can bond on that feeling- and dont even have to speak words. Maybe its because they are both dogs, but they always seemed to have a connection that didn’t require words. The affection is just there.

Overall, i think shigure really is someone who cares about others, despite what we are made to feel on the surface level of the story. I think he cares a lot for tohru over time and theres a mutual affection between them. i truly believe shigure would die for tohru, and ill argue that till death haha

im sorry theres a lot of shigure analysis here, but i feel that’s required when speaking on his relationship with tohru. If anyone actually read this- lemme know what u think!

#fruits basket #shigure sohma #tohru honda #idk what else to tag lol #thanks for prompting me to elaborate!!!! lol i hope it makes sense

[criminally--reid]

Go Home, Spencer

Warnings: er smut? Fingering, unprotected sex, dirty talk, yaknow; also not rlly edited n kinda rushed but like whatever :/

Pairing: spencer reid x fem! Reader

Word count: 1.2k (1,268)

(authors note at the end if ur down I guess. kinda important i guess i dunno)

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“Mmmh, j-jesus fuck! Nnng so- fuck! So  fucking good. Holy shit-” 

Buzz Buzz Buzz 

An incoming phone call interrupts you. You pause your video and answer the call from Morgan telling you to check on Reid. He hadn’t been quite the same since he went through everything with the last couple cases. You slip on a t-shirt and shorts and hop in your car to head to the office. 

“Everything okay, Spence?” He’s in the meeting room, whiteboards covered in chicken scratch, cork boards covered in pictures upon pictures of crime scene photos. 

 “No.. No it’s not okay. I- I- I don’t understand how I didn’t see it-” 

“Wha- what are you talking about?” 

He runs his hands up his face and into his hair as he storms off to the break room; me hot on his trail. 

“I can’t believe I had the initial profile wrong. I was so certain I knew, but he killed again. I thought I had it right; thought I knew.” 

“Spence, we caught the guy. It’s over-" 

"We could have caught him sooner." 

"Spence, it's done. It’s friday. You can go home. For once, stop profiling and enjoy yourself.” 

“I can’t just stop profiling. It’s what I do all day, everyday. I’d have to turn my brain off to quit. Like right now, you’re eager to get home. Not to someone, but something. You’re a bit fidgety. radiating an insane amount of body heat. I’m guessing you were watching porn before Morgan called-” 

“I didn’t ask you to start profiling me, Spencer, and how’d you know Morgan called?” 

“Merely observation…and Derek’s always the one that calls.” he continues, stepping closer. 

“Spence-” 

“You told me to enjoy myself... I’m about to.” He steps even closer so his front is flush with mine. I have trouble meeting his stern gaze until he places two fingers under yourchin, forcing eye contact. “Tell me, Y/N, was I right?” I nod yourhead and look away. “Not talking now are we? Words.” 

“Yeah, Spence, you're right.” 

A grim smile creeps across his face accompanied by an almost sarcastic laugh; a mix between a scoff and a chuckle. “Spence? Seriously. I put so much effort and time; blood, sweat, and tears into earning a doctorate for everyone to call me Spence? Or spencer? Reid? No one respects my title, huh. I go above and beyond so I get the doctor respect, but still nothing.” 

“I- no- of course we do. This team would be nothing without you. We- we know how hard you work, Spen-" 

“Turn around.” you do as he says, turning around and gripping the edge of the large wooden table that sits in the middle of the room. He runs his hands up you back and around your neck, pulling your ear closer to his mouth. “What was it about?” 

“Wha-” 

“The video. What was it about?” 

“Uh- i-it was, uhm, a- a boss and his uh employee..” 

Spencer lets out a sinister yet somehow innocent laugh. “That excites you? You dirty girl. Is that something you think about a lot? Fucking whoever’s in charge of you at work?” You hesitate before slowly nodding your head. “I hope a co-worker can fulfill your fantasies.” He snakes his opposite hand down to plant a firm slap on your ass, eliciting a moan from your chapstick-coated lips. 

He unwraveles his arm from around you and drops down to his knees behind you; taking your shorts down with him, revealing that you have no underwear on. 

“No panties…” he whispers almost to himself. Excitement swells inside you as well as on the surface of your skin as he peppers open-mouthed kisses all over the back of your thighs, getting everso closer to your heat. He pries your legs open, and you let out slow, deep, shaky breaths in response. They soon become shallow - almost nonexistent - as he slip stwo fingers inside you. “So wet,” he snickers. He quickens his pace with each thrust, and you're a mess in no time. 

“S-spencer,” you choke out. 

Another harsh slap on your ass. “Who?”

“Dr. Reid.. please..” 

“Please what?” He quickens his fingers, rendering you almost speechless. 

“Fu-fuck me, Dr. Reid, please.’’ 

Immediately, he stops in his tracks and removes his fingers; an empty feeling washing over you. He stands up, his front flush with yourback and you can feel his bulge pressing up against your thigh, through his pants. “Open,” he says, and you part your lips allowing his fingers to dance inside, coating your tongue with your own juices. 

“Good girl.” 

You hear the sound of him undoing his belt followed by his suit pants hitting the floor. You spread your legs slightly, more than ready for him. The tip of his length makes contact with your slick folds and your insides tighten up automatically. “S- Doctor, please.” 

“As you wish.” 

He slips inside easily, and you feel full once again. He goes agonizingly slow; torturing you. Slow, long strokes, filling you to your hilt; then all the way out and back in again.

“Doctor Reid, faster, plea- ohmygod!”   

“Shti! So fucking tight.” 

The sound of his thighs hitting the back of your slick ones fills and echoes through the room. A harsh slap on your ass followed by a squeal adds to the audible pleasure. He removes his hands from your hips to tangle one into your hair and the other one snaking around your front to rub hellish circles on your clit. You collapse onto the table - putty in his hands; an absolute moaning mess. The knot that began before you got there returning full-force, threatening to unwind. You clench around his length, trying to hold back your orgasm and relish in the immense pleasure. But all too soon, the floodgates are threatening to open; aching for release. 

“Mmh- you gonna cum for me?” Spencer breathes out from behind you, his pace ruthless and steady. 

“Mmfuck, Spence- yes.” 

His grip tightens in your hair, and he pulls your head back - ear level with his mouth as he lowly taunts, “How do we ask nicely?” 

“Doctor Reid,, plea- fuck! Please.. Can I cum, please?- S-so fucking good. Spencer... please?” 

“Cum,” he whispers in yourear; sending shivers down your spine. Almost instinctively, you clench around him and your juices explode. An uncontrollable, high-pitched cry leaving your mouth as anticipation finally reached its apex. 

A few more strokes and Spencer pulls out and finishes on yourlower back, leaving you with an aching empty feeling once again. His hands falling on either side of you holding him up. Both of us panting like race dogs. He stands up - putting some space between you and him - allowing you to turn around and admire the sight in front of you: A wild Spencer, glistening with post-sex sweat, dressed in nothing but a haphazardly buttoned beige button-up, running his fingers through his sweat-dampened hair. 

You both hurry to throw your clothes back on. 

“So…” Spencer starts.

“That was.. -” 

“Yeah, it was.” Spencer attempts to sputter out a sentence, and you both laugh at his failure.

“Listen, I- uh.. Okay,” you laugh. “Go home, pretty boy. Enjoy the rest of your weekend, and don’t even think about this place until Monday.”

He stands in front of you once again, your back up against the table, his hands lightly resting on your sides. “I think I’ve had enough fun in the last hour to last you the rest of the weekend. Given that, I’m obligated to come back tomorrow.” 

“Jesus Christ, Reid.” you chuckle, and he joins in.

“Fine. Monday.” He places a kiss to your forehead, grabs his cross-body bag, and heads to the door. A quick wink, and he’s out of yoursight all too soon. 

“Monday,” you whisper lowly to yourself, and smile like a total loon all the way back to your car. 

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a.n.: ok so like this isn't rlly edited but whatever I already said that akajak

the thing is, I have a few more of these already written (that I should actually prob look over n edit). But I cant decide if I should try harder to make them a series or not. The story lines VAGUELY run together, but like I references different seasons of spencer?? like does that matter ?? or? Maybe it could just be like an analogous series bcos the plots kinda make sense individually.. eye dunno bbies,, gimme ur opinion if ur reading this :)

Also,, lemme know ur opinion on the spacing. I feel like this.is too far apart, but i feel like if i dont double space or whatever, the words will get jumbled up and it'll be harder to read? It is for me at least.. lemme know what yall prefer

Ok so I made the spacing smaller. I feel like it's hard to read but maybe I'm just an idiot:/ lemme know uwu

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid smut #cm #criminal minds #smut #fanfiction #x reader #self insert #mgg #matthew gray gubler #derek morgan #penelope garcia #jj jereau #jennifer jereau #emily prentiss #aaron hotchner #david rossi #jason gideon

[deaf-sakura]

So someone insinuated that I’m a horrible teacher because I teach SPED and call my kids ‘gremlins,’ but rather than get salty I’m just gonna tell y’all all the gremliny stuff they’ve done this week.

I have one boy who can barely move his limbs, so getting him to be active and engage with stuff is always a struggle. EXCEPT WHEN IT’S TIME TO GO HOME, he’ll give us the cheekiest grin and use every ounce of his strength to lock up his arms so we can’t get his jacket on him. I swear I’ve never had a harder game of tug-o-war than when I’m trying to pull his rock-solid arm through his sleeve.

Same kid REFUSES to paint with me, even though I hold his hand so I’m the one doing the more challenging gripping and he can just move his hand as he likes. I take my hand off for ONE SECOND, ONE SECOND, and he gives me that cheeky grin again and slams his hand into a bowl of paint. Paint on our faces. Paint on our clothes. It works his way up behind his ears and neck and I still can’t figure out how he managed that. We apologize to mom for sending home such a messy kid, but she just says she wouldn’t have expected anything less.

One girl has no expressive language but she’s ALWAYS LISTENING. You could say anything that mildly resembles the words poop, pee, boobs, butt, nuts, balls, or booty, and from across the room you’ll just here this loud “AHAHAHAHAHA!” I could just say, “I dumped everything on my desk-” “AHAHAHAHA” “NOT THAT KIND OF DUMP, OH MY GOD!!!” (then all the other teachers in the room are laughing about how Ms. Deaf-Sakura “took a dump” and then the girl’s laughing even harder).

If a kid CAN feed themselves, we really need them to, because that’s not a skill you’ll ever want them to lose. Of course, one girl knows that if she just sits there long enough, never touching her food, I’ll freak out over sending a kid home hungry and she gets hand fed like a damn princess. Of course, this only applies to her ACTUAL lunch. Once she works her way to the Magnificent Pudding Cup, she can take it from there and I am effectively dismissed.

Once a kid was going down the hall with his gym teacher and passed the principal, and just fucking threw a ball in his face. No anger, no provocation, just...yeet! (this principal was kinda awful so the kid basically did nothing wrong and I stan a legend).

We let the kids get out of their wheelchairs and hang out in a “cozy corner” after lunch because they could all use a good stretch. All of a sudden I just hear this odd scraping sound and see this boy crabwalking over to me (did not even know he could do that! Some of their most impressive feats occur when they are up to no good). He keeps pestering me aggressively until I figure out he wants his leftover honey bun. I pull it out and ask, “Is this what you want?” “YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!” (I’m not even exaggerating with the length, it was like a minute-long ‘yass’ session).

“...Does that mean yes?” “Yes ma’am!” c:

Commence me handfeeding yet another child perfectly capable of eating on his own as he stretches out on the floor like a lazy old tomcat.

BTW if you’ve made it this far into this little rant, I’d like to say this: I don’t think the person who implied this meant any harm, but honestly I would ask them if they’d respond the EXACT same way if I were talking about regular kids? Is ‘gremlin’ just an analogy you’re uncomfortable with, or do my kids’ special needs make them above any sort of reaction from me?

Cuz lemme tell you one reason why they act like this: They’re kids. They’re funny. They’re mischievous. Sometimes they’re brats. Sometimes the best part of their day is that little split-second when an idea pops into their head about what they can do to make me want to pull my hair out, they do it, and I commence pulling my hair out and fussing at them because “omg why would you do that?!” They have a fuckton of personality, and that’s the best part about them.

And honestly if I never reacted to their shenanigans, if NOBODY saw their goofiness as them just being funny and just assumed they’re doing it “because they’re ‘’’’’’special’’’’’ 😢” then that’d honestly SUCK, it’d be like them trying to reach out to a brick wall and getting no warmth or feedback from people who are trying to ‘care’ about them.

TLDR: MY STUDENTS ARE AWFUL TO ME BUT THAT’S KINDA ONE OF THE BEST THINGS ABOUT THEM.

#educhums #student teaching #special education #disability visibility #i teach sped #i teach middle school #intellectual disability #wheelchair user #SPED #teaching #first year teacher

[funnylori]

Baking alchemy: if the recipe says use a pan, use metal; if the recipe calls for a dish, use ceramic or glass. Otherwise you may need to adjust baking times and temperatures to get an even bake.

For example, my bread pans are glass, and that's why the inside of my banana bread is crazy moist (ie almost underbaked) and the outside is so browned. Though, using glass for pies instead of the recommended metal pans is handy if you're new to pastry. It will help you see when the bottom of your pie is truly baked. It can be dangerous to check the bottom of hot pies, so use the buddy system. Don't be spilling hot pie filling all over yourselves.

Also, know your oven. Get an analog oven thermometer and leave it in there. I used to have one I'd hang from the center rack so I had a good idea of how it was doing. My oven is hella slow on a good day. I think the element needs maintenance.

I like to use chocolate chip cookies as my gauge of how an oven is heating. The time it takes them to be perfectly baked is what I keep in mind for everything else. Normally the recipe I use says it should take 9 minutes to bake but they are still raw then. It takes my oven 12 minutes to get them browned on the edges and still have just baked but still gooey soft centers. If you're not confident about your mixing skills using store bought dough is totally okay! It's honestly easier to check temperature with dough you know is consistently made.

☆☆☆WRITE NOTES DIRECTLY IN YOUR COOKBOOK☆☆☆

You'll learn new things every time you make something. Adjustments you like. Things that work or don't work. You'll 100% forget what those are at some point and then be frustrated. Also, use bookmarks like little sticky note tabs to help you find your favorites.

Anyway, I'm making a rhubarb pie for my dad because tomorrow is his birthday. I'm not sure how I'm gonna deliver the pie to my dad safely, but that's another story. But I make pretty good pie crusts because I use my dad's recipe. It's flakey, tender, and tastes good. I hate chewy or though crusts. My dad mixes his dough so gently it's often not strong enough to actually get a slice of pie out of the pan in one piece. It tastes so good we don't care. I like to mix mine just a touch longer so it holds up better, but it's really easy to over mix it and make a tough crust.

Tonight my husband was chatting about how one of his friends was getting help making pastry for crusts via zoom meetings. He said I should make a video of mine and share it. Maybe I will if people are intrested. I can do the fancy way and the bare bones no special tools way. I like to bake and I like to make things accessible to everybody. I still wrote it out for him, you can have it too.

If you have read this far my perfect pie crust recipe is 3 parts flour to 1 part fat and a pinch of salt.

For me that's usually 2 cups all purpose flour and 2/3rds cup shortening for a single crust in my pyrex 9.5 inch glass pie pan with a little extra left over for decorating. Fruit pies need a top crust or lattice so in that case I'd use 3 cups flour and 1 cup shortening.

Blend the fat with the flour in a bowl. I use a pastry blender cutter thing (not the kind that are a bunch of round wires with a handle, but the kind that's more metal with flat blades like this one). You can also use a couple of butterknives for this. Use a twisting motion with the pastry blender to cut the fat into the flour until it's combined into about pea sized chunks. I like to scrape the blender with a knife or fork every few turns. Don't over work it or it will get tough! You want the chunks, it'll become flakey bits. There will still be some finer bits that are more flour.

Stir in ice cold water a couple tablespoons at a time until things just start coming together. Like, be cautious with the water and use a fork to combine it with the dough with kind of a whisking motion to moisten the dry flour bits and get them sticking to the floury fat bits. How much water you need varies with the weather and humidity. Definitely don't get the dough too wet. If it gets sticky you've gone too far. You only need enough water to get it all to just come together into a ball. Once it starts coming together you'll see it's kinda shaggy, that's your flakes! Gently push it together into a ball and flatten into a puck or disk. Push the edges together so it rolls out evenly later. Don't knead the dough! If it's not staying together maybe give it one or two light kneading turns in the bowl but no more or you'll get a tough crust. If it's warm or a hot day, wrap the dough in plastic and put it in the fridge for a bit. Keeping the fat cold keeps the flakes.

When you're ready, generously flour a flat surface and roll it out. If you're worried about picking it up to put it in a pan, roll the crust out in between two floured sheets of waxed paper. Beware that it'll totally still stick to the waxed paper if you aren't careful to keep checking that it's floured enough while rolling it out. I have a fancy silicone mat I got to put on my table when I roll out crusts, but it's honestly a pain in the ass and stuff still sticks if there isn't enough flour.

For sizing, hold your pie pan upside down over the crust and roll at least two inches wider than that. Drape the crust into the pie pan, don't stretch it. Lift the sides and ease it into the bottom. Wrap it a little bit over the edge of the pan and trim the excess. This recipe has a habit of shrinking in the pan, so having a bit extra around the edges helps keep it in place. Prick all over with a fork if blind baking / baking it empty, and bake at 425°F until golden brown, which is probably around 15 minutes.

For my fat I always always use butter flavored vegetable shortening such as crisco*. It tastes good and works consistently well. Butter is sometimes used, so is lard. They have different water contents and work differently so experiment with them before expecting them to work with my recipe. Shortening is solid and works good at room temperature. Butter should be worked colder and has water in it which changes how bakes turn out. I've never tried making a butter or lard for crust myself though.

My mom always made us a treat with the extra crust bits cut off from the pie pan. She'd put the funky strips on a cookie sheet and dust them with cinnamon and sugar and bake it them for us. Usually she'd forget to pull them out until we could smell them burning around the edges.

*when trans fats were banned because they're truly awful for the body, the formulation of vegetable shortening changed to include palm oil, which is so so bad for the environment and deforestation destroying orangutan habitat. It might be option for crusts, but it can have ethical issues as well. Check your ingredients and where they come from. Bob's Red Mill has an article on shortening, what it is, why you want to use it for crusts, and what it can be made of.

Anyway, I love pies and have strong feelings about crusts that goes quite deep. I can keep going, if y'all wanna know more about anything. Lemme know if you want directions to good videos or if I should make one myself. I'll post a picture of the pie tomorrow once it's set and we cut into it.

[jjba-hell]

Fate and Fortune

Part 8

Part 7- only linking the part before the current one from now on. All the earlier pieces are under the Fate and Fortune tag ^ω^

Content warning: violence, blood, Vera talking about her past and presumed death- ya’ll know the deal

Moots (^з^)-☆: @risottoneroo @fyre23 and @rat-makes-stuff (anyone else wanna get tagged, lemme know)

Part 9 being published right after this- yes, I would hate to see ya’ll in suspense so the follow up is already there.

Also this one is HELLA long

When they landed in Singapore, Vera wasted no time in guzzling down an ungodly amount of water and then crawling into her hotel bed to sleep off the remnants of her nausea- the peculiar thuds coming from the Frenchman next door not enough to deter her from her slumber.

“Mr Joestar apologizes for your luggage issue but I think he’s compensated well enough.” Avdol placed a clip of Singapore dollars onto her bedside, walking around to peel the blockout curtains open- as by her request.

“What will you be up to today?”

“I’m going to be with Mr Joestar, attempting to see Dio using Hermit Purple.”

She looked up at her guardian, smiling at the frustration softly bubbling at the surface of his facade. “I wanted to ask how he realized his stand works with pictures- more specifically smashing Polaroids.”

He gave a huff of laughter. “He informed me of his ability- I never suggested such a thing, in fact I was convinced a crystal ball would have been enough but essentially he beat me to it. We are about to try a television now, however.”

“Godspeed, Avdol.” She laughed as he exited her room.

Vera had just closed her room door when Noriaki called from down the hallway in the elevator. “Good morning, Vera.”

She strolled into the empty elevator he held open for her- extending the same greeting before watching the door close. “What’s our plan for today?”

“Define ‘our’.” She had initially only playfully teased but when he answered with “You and I.” it was her qeue to blush. “Oh, well-“ she cleared her throat. “I’ll be replacing most of my clothing today so unless you like shopping...”

“Oh you don’t have to worry about me- your sparkling conversation is more than enough thanks for me.”

She laughed to herself, rolling her eyes at him. “You are such a charmer!”

He tilted his head to the side, smiling slyly. “Pardon my assumptions, Vera but I truly don’t see you as someone who’s helpless under a charmer’s words- begs the question doesn’t it?”

“Ahh you think I want to be charmed.” She stepped out of the open elevator, Kakyoin trailing after her.

“Without a doubt.”

To Vera, being with Noriaki felt natural- he fell in step with her effortlessly, as effortlessly as the conversation flowed and her hand found his when there was a crowd. Being close to him- it felt right. Or was it safe? It was hard to tell sometimes.

“Well, now that we’ve come to the end of our journey- allow me to thank you for accompanying me.” She pushed her hotel room door open and put her bags down inside before closing it again and leaning her back against the closed door.

“Your company was all the thanks I could ask for.”

She smiled her most genuine smile and reached for his hand. There was rarely protest when she did this- his hands were surprisingly rough but warm- Vera chalked it up to his artistry being the reason.

She made him close the gap between them, pulling him closer until his shoulder was leaning against the door. “And you call me a charmer.” He commented, quietly, as if that little space just outside her door was for them and them alone.

Her heart was admittedly racing in her chest- the analogy of butterflies in your stomach always made her laugh but now, standing there so close to Noriaki- so close she could smell the shampoo in his hair and admire the slight silver streaks in his eyes... it made sense.

Vera assumed the feeling she was feeling was affirmative as she reached up a bit and brought her hand to the back of his neck. Noriaki obliged, of course, bringing his face closer to hers.

The gap only seemed to get smaller, her other hand moving up his arm- naturally trying to get on her tip-toes to help gain some height. By the time she closed her eyes, their noses were almost touching and then she waited, just the sound of her own heartbeat in her ears.

All at once- but not violent in the least- Noriaki’s lips brushed gently against hers and his other hand landed on the other side of her other shoulder- essentially caging her against the door.

The one action brought her excitement... but was painfully tainted by the fear that shot up through her spine at the other action. Her head turned away from him, the hand behind his neck moving to grip his wrist beside her.

“I’m sorry.” The words came from him, her eyes opening and gazing up at him. His hand moved away from the door- slowly and carefully, like moving too quickly would scare here off. Noriaki’s brows were knitted together in concern,

“It’s not you.” She tried to say- her voice failing her miserably in volume. That soft expression on his face didn’t falter, a small smile spread over his face. “You don’t have to explain anything to me, Vera.”

His hand moved to hold hers, squeezing softly as he stood a bit taller once again. “You’re shaking.”

She peered down at where their hands were connected- noting how her hand was shaking in his. “Oh.”

“I won’t hurt you.”

Her gaze shot back up to him. “I’m not thinking that.”

“I know. But I figure it was something you needed to hear, right now.”

“Called it!” Anne’s voice called from the end of the hall and like a spell had been broken they separated back to their casual distance as Jotaro came down the hallway.

“Called what, kid?” Vera regained a bit of her voice back.

“You two are the couple.”

“Why does there have to be a couple, exactly? Y’know what nevermind- I got you some better travel clothes while I was out, can you just go try them on?”

“What are you? My mom?”

Vera only raised an eyebrow as she opened the door and let the kid in.

It was pretty quiet on their way to Calcutta- she supposed that she had become somewhat accustomed to the swaying of the sea- although it really didn’t help her getting any more sleep.

“Why are you always up at this hour?” Jotaro grumbled as he came to join her for a smoke break- once again at the dead of night.

“We really have to stop meeting like this- it’s become the only time you seem to talk to me.” She joked, offering him her lighter.

He didn’t respond- she figured he wouldn’t so she filled the silence for him. “I’m up at this hour for the same reason as you.”

Vera got nightmares of her parents’ deaths, it only seemed logical that Jotaro suffered the same fate because of Holy.

“Do they go away?”

“I don’t know. I’ve only been struggling with them for about two years now...”

He scoffed, standing up a bit straighter. “I don’t know how you handle it.”

“What? The sleep deprivation or the insatiable grief?”

Jotaro’s hand moved over hers, much like she had done with his before- the words that followed however seemed to pain him to say. “Quit fooling around. I’m serious.”

It wasn’t often she met someone who’d explicitly ask her to be serious. He may not have had to look her in the eye when he asked but she got the message- drop the sarcasm.

“I really don’t know.” Her voice started softly. “I just distract myself, I guess. I’d rather fill the silence with sarcasm than let my own thoughts consume me. I’m not so good at doing that when I put my head down though...” she gripped the railing under her hand tighter- fighting hard against the tears sliding down her face. “I feel so weak.”

Her vision blurred and right then she moved off- turning away from the conversation but Jotaro caught a hold of her wrist. His grip was firm but not crushing, subtly pulling her back.

The tears continued to flow as she looked over her shoulder at him, the smile on her face forced painfully to avoid more tears. “Unless you’re gonna hold me, I suggest you let go.”

Jotaro snapped them together like magnets- pulling her snug into him, her head on his shoulder. The shock delayed her thoughts for a moment- a barrage of ‘is this a joke? A stand attack? Is this even Jotaro?’ But when she finally accepted and hugged him back, her thoughts melted away.

How long had she gone without being held like this? Why did it feel like the first time in months her mind was quiet enough to release all the tension she held in her body? A heavy sigh followed as she practically melted into Jotaro’s firm embrace.

He separated them gently, standing up straight to peer down at her once more the hand he had first held, now properly entwined with his fingers. “Stop with the ‘weakness’ crap- got it?”

With her eyes dried she could give him that sarcastic grin once more. “Or what?”

He leaned in low, their faces almost touching. “Fuck around and find out.”

And with that he started walking back below deck- Vera trailing behind him. “Oh no, is Jotaro actually gonna tell me what he actually thinks about me?”

“Yare yare, woman- you know how I feel about you.”

“On the contrary- I wasn’t sure you felt anything at all, up until this point.”

In front of her room he sternly told her to go to bed and wake him up if she had a nightmare but she only shrugged it off- thanking him regardless. “And miss the opportunity to enjoy a cigarette on my own?” Was how she played it off.

Regardless she’d gotten a few hours of sleep in before they docked in Calcutta- more than she could say she’d had in a while.

“And you, Vera? No concern for the culture shock?” Polnareff had asked her as they waited for the ship to be free to leave.

“Well I took a round of birth control and an oxybutynin*... so I guess I’m not scared because I’m just well prepared.” She answered with a painfully wide grin.

Jean’s face dropped just in time with the door for their exit and immediately she stayed with the elder men- taking Mr Joestar’s extended arm to push through the crowd.

“Is this common occurence?” Noriaki asked as they all squeezed together on a crowded bus.

“Well I may be dependent off of Mr Joestar and Avdol’s movement but the chances of anyone bothering me are low. Did you get your wallet back?”

He laughed with a nod.

At the restaurant Vera went to change back into her traveler’s set- asking the table to order for her.

She’d long known to watch her own back in life but it would be a lie to say she was waiting for the knife to her throat the second she stepped out of the bathroom stall door.

Whoever or whatever it was clasped their hand over her mouth to stop her from screaming. Her frantic gaze fell towards the floor length mirror facing the stall door.

It’s breath huffed hungrily in her ear as she struggled. She knew her attempts in that moment were useless but she wasn’t trying to fight for survival, she was trying to stop their escape.

Mirrors.

Jotaro said something about mirrors.

It was probably the worst gamble she had ever taken but hey- Fortune was on her side wasn’t it?

She sent Fortune out to close the curtains of the window- plunging the room into darkness. The grip on her mouth and the painful prod at her throat loosened- her qeue to attack.

She sent Fortune towards her back where she guessed the perp was holding her from. Through Fortune, she could feel a successful hit but not without the cost of a few weak lashes at her arms. The barrage of attacks coming to a stop when Fortune grabbed hold of its head and shoved it into the wall beside her- the soft crack under her palm hopefully being an indicator of good news.

For a moment she had thought she was winning until the blood stain dripping down her neck over her clothes was too prominent to ignore. Had the adrenaline allowed her to ignore the lightheaded ness? Was she bleeding out?

She let Fortune hover closer to her to heal up her neck just enough to stop the bleeding but it didn’t change the fact that she had lost too much blood to be comfortable with.

“Goddamit I took the birth control to avoid blood!”

The light ruffle of the curtains had her bring a very translucent Fortune back for a fight but when there was silence and she couldn’t see anything in the mirror she deemed herself all-clear.

Where was that ringing coming from? Vera stumbled through the hallway back to the table where she only then noticed that she was having trouble swallowing.

Avdol’s jaw dropped as he saw her first- nearly leaping out of his seat to prop her up over his shoulder. “What happened?”

With a lot more strain than was quite fair she spoke. “Mirror attack. Stand.”

Jotaro was the one to get up and pick her in a princess carry. “We need to get to a hospital- now.”

For a moment she was about to joke about how much she enjoyed being carried but the searing pain in her neck had her nearly convulse straight of his arms. Jotaro’s grip on her tightened as she fought against him, the pain being the worst she’d felt in years.

“I’m sorry- I had to cauterize it.” Avdol’s face came into view for a second just before her vision started to swim.

“That really fucking hurt.” She hissed, feeling Jotaro start moving, her swimming vision going dark.

When she woke up she was in the hospital, with Jotaro and Kakyoin outside her room, catching her as she dragged the IV along the hallway with her.

“Well rested?” Mr Joestar had asked as they got into the taxi to the hospital.

“Somewhat. Where’s Avdol? At the hotel?”

There was a strained silence that followed.

“Polnareff left to go after the stand user that attacked you both- his sister’s killer.” Kakyoin answered.

“And Avdol is making sure he doesn’t get himself killed.”

If it wasn’t for her exhaustion, she’d have taken offense that Avdol chose to make sure Polnareff would survive and yet she laughed at the idea that he thought she was capable enough to take care of herself.

“Sounds like a tomorrow problem.” She grumbled as she tipped her head back and rode out the rest of the way to the hotel.

A few hours later she found herself treading through the streets in search of her guardian. He hadn’t called in a few hours and her gut feeling was telling her there was some kind of trouble brewing... 

A part of her had to laugh at the irony. Avdol often veered her away from any possible dangers but was front, line and center to go after an idiot like Polnareff who didn’t know any better than to take a bait on an emotional whim. Unsurprisingly the others had felt that same premonition and had spread out to help find the two.

The longer she walked the deeper her stomach dropped until her worst nightmare came to light.

A bloody Avdol lay in the middle of street.

* oxybutynin is a medication that lowers the frequency/ need to urinate (yes, I felt for Polnareff- that shit’s nasty)

#jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #JoJo part 3 #jotaro kujo #Noriaki Kakyoin #Joseph Joestar #Muhammed avdol #Jean Pierre Polnareff #Fate and Fortune #OC content #OC Vera

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If the prompt shop is still open... "I'm starting a war. A *tickle* war." With Patton and Roman? That would literally make my night and day

For this blog prompts literally stay open until they are eaten by the Tumblr void. So yes I can and will write this for you.

Aka: the 3 times Patton got away with tickling Roman and the one time he didn’t.

tw: a little Roman angst, and a little bit of Remus being a trash rat.

word count: 522

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Ship: Royality, background Analogical

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Nonviolent wars were commonplace in the mind palace. Not everyone would get involved in them. Logan says that they were childish. Patton claimed that wars were bad. Thomas just didn’t know what was going on in his head. However, there was one time that Patton actually was apart of one of these wars.

It was quite the effort for this to happen though.

It all started with Patton wanting to tickle his boyfriend.

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After long days Roman would often put on a Spotify playlist of powerful broadway songs. Songs such as Waving Through A Window, Defying Gravity, World Burn, She Used To Be Mine, and so on and so forth.

The song that was currently playing was Monster from Frozen and he was really feeling it.

“Is everyone in danger as long as I’m alive? Was I a monster from the start? How did I end up with this frozen heart? Bringing destruction to the stage, caught in a war, that I was never meant to wage.” Roman was unaware of the audience behind him. “Do I kill the monster? Father, you know what's best for me. If I die, will they be free? Mother, what if after I'm gone, the cold gets colder and the storm rages on?”

Roman was really into it now. “No! I have to stay alive to fix what I've done, save the world from myself, and bring back the sun.” Patton knew where the song was going. He had heard it a bazillion times. “If I'm a monster then it's true, there's only one thing that's left for me to do. But before I fade to white I'll do all that I can to make things right.”

Roman took a deep breath and hoped to the Broadway gods that he would be able to hit that high note “I cannot be a monster. I will not be a monster! Not tonight!” Roman cursed under his breath at the fact he couldn’t hit the note.

“Watch your language, honey.” Patton smiled from his spot on the couch. Roman nearly jumped a foot in the air.

Patton giggled and walked up behind Roman. “You know that song is pretty sad Roman.” 

The prince figured that his love would be going for a hug but that was not the case. Patton started violently tickling Roman’s sides.

“OH MY GOD!!” Roman shrieked through his laughter. “PAT STOP!!”

Remus rose up. “Are we murdering my brother?” He asked. He saw the sight of a very flustered Roman and a very smiley giggly Patton. “Oh ew. You’re being gay. Let me know if you two fuck later.”

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Roman and Patton were cuddled up on the couch watching Finding Nemo. As much as Patton loved that movie his mind was wandering elsewhere. He tried to repress the thoughts, even though that is the exact opposite of what Logan had taught them when Remus first appeared. As Logan had said, repressing the thoughts only made them more prominent figures in his mind.

Patton had stopped actively paying attention to the movie quite some time ago. Roman still hadn’t noticed. Patton decided he was going to act on his thoughts. He snuck his arm around Roman’s torso. He didn’t think anything of it and rested his head on Patton’s shoulder. Patton began to tickle Roman’s side once more and laughed as the other started shrieking with laughter

Once Patton had had his fun Roman looked over his shoulder pouting.

“Aww, sweetheart, it’s ok,” Patton tried to be consoling but was rather challenging to do so while laughing.

Roman broke and started laughing with Patton as they turned their focus back to the movie.

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Patton had walked into the kitchen in search of a snack. He was feeling rather dangerous and was planning in getting two cookies.

He was prepared to find Remus existing on or in the fridge doing something weird. What he didn’t expect to find was his boyfriend stuffing his face with cookies. Patton didn’t hesitate to tickle Roman’s sides. Roman started shrieking again.

Upstairs in Logan’s room, which was directly about the kitchen, Virgil and Logan heard everything.

“I swear to you Logan. They’re trying to cover up the fact that they’re fucking by shriek laughing.” Virgil sat up from the cuddle session that was going on in his boyfriend’s bed. “Or they just don’t moan like normal people.

Logan had been agreeing with Virgil on this subject for a while now. “But that’s directly below us in the kitchen. Why would they do it in the kitchen?”

“Logan. Babe. Lemme explain something to you,” Virgil put his hands together. “When you’re horny. You're horny. You don’t think with your brain. You think with your dick. So who knows. We’ll just watch to see if Patton is walking funny tomorrow.” They had also decided that Patton was a bottom.

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Roman had been in his room all day trying to get the script for the next episode right. The last time Patton had seen the side in question was the prior night when he had mentioned how he was going to be working on the script all day.

Patton walked into his boyfriend’s room, knocking on the doorframe. Roman perked up and turned around. Patton walked in and sat on the bed.

“Roman, honey, have you eaten anything today?”

Roman looked into the lamplight. Patton knew that Roman did that when he was being called out. 

“Have you taken a break at all today?” Patton hoped the answer was yes. He knew it wasn’t though. Roman’s intensified gaze into the light told him all he needed to know.

Patton pulled Roman out of his desk chair. “Take a break and getaway. Runaway with me from your work. Let's go lay down. Where we can cuddle.” Patton sang softly as he led Roman to the bed. 

“I love you so much, my love,” Roman mumbled as the two lay down. Patton once again tickled Roman’s sides to lighten the mood. Roman started laughing but squirmed out of his boyfriend’s grasp. 

He pinned Patton to the bed and leaned in. “I’m starting a war. A tickle war.” He whispered into his lover’s ear. Patton’s face was bright red and he started laughing at the declaration of war. Patton’s laughter turned into shrieks louder than Roman’s when the prince had started to tickle his sides.

Patton was against the nonviolent wars of the mindplace 99% of the time.

The exception was when they were tickle wars with his boyfriend.

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This took much longer than anticipated to get done. Sorry for making you wait. I do like this though.

#Em's crappy attempts at writing #royality #analogical #sanders sides

[jewels2876]

He's An Idiot

A/N: Congrats to @shield-agent78 on 500 followers - this will eventually be a series, not sure how long yet but the plan is now in my head

This is also filling my @star-spangled-bingo square:  Failing to Them How He/She Feels

My prompt was this image: 

Word Count: 940

Warnings: none

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Bucky was an expert at a number of things: hand-to-hand combat, knife throwing, tracking down people who didn’t want to be found, dealing with Steve’s mothering. The one thing he wasn’t good at? Telling you how he felt.

You had come to the Avengers not long after Bucky; unlike Bucky, however, you radiated joy (those empath skills of yours coming in handy) and made fast friends with everyone. Well, almost. Bucky was guarded, knowing you could easily read him; he tried to avoid any one-on-one time with you for the longest time.

And then one day he wandered into the common room of the Tower; you were sprawled out on the couch, some cooking show playing on the TV. He gulped and tried to race out of the room, but you called out to him. “Don’t bother trying to hide. Everyone’s on assignment. ‘Cept us.” He sighed and plopped onto a comfy chair, keeping his distance as much as he could.

You sat up, ignoring the show. “You know, I won’t ever use my talents on you unless you ask,” you told him slowly. “I haven’t yet. I won’t start now either.”

Bucky studied your face. You had a button nose he secretly wanted to kiss; your eyes normally wide and sparkly were calm. Your lips were glossy but he knew it was only because of the clear lip balm sitting on the coffee table in front of you.  Finally he cleared his throat and broke the silence hanging in the air. “I appreciate that y/n; I imagine it has to be hard being an empath.”

Your lips turned into a small smile. “It can be. Wanna know more about it?” Bucky nodded so you continued. “At first I could hear everything; have you seen that episode of Buffy called… ‘Earshot?’” Bucky shook his head. “I’m pulling that up now to stream. But anyway! Once I practiced, I was able to filter out the thoughts. Then just when I thought I had a handle on selective thought listening, the auras showed up. OMG!”

You paused as you found the episode and shared it to the TV. The familiar theme song started and you relaxed back into the couch cushions a bit. “Oh yeah, so then I was seeing people and animals surrounded in these weird colors. That hurts your eyes, lemme tell ya!” You paused again to chuckle at the show.

“So I finally was able to filter the colors; kind of like the old TV filter, black and white to color? Bucky looked impressed at your analogy. “And THEN!”

“No and then,” came out of Bucky’s mouth. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped. “I mean…”

You smirked. “Did you just quote a modern movie?” You feigned surprise. “One of my favorite movies?”

Bucky couldn’t help his own smirk. “Yup.”

The sound of your full-bodied laugh was his undoing. If I wasn’t in love before, I am now, he told himself. He tried to keep himself in check; your laughter seemed to distract you from paying him any attention. Before you could recover, Bucky stood up. “I have to go. But thanks for telling me about your powers.”

He was already halfway out of the room when you recovered enough to reply “I like talking to you Buck.” The last syllable stuck in your throat as you watched his retreating form. Your smile faded and you brushed a stray tear from your cheek. You had been trying to hard to get to know Bucky but he kept his walls up around you. You always got the barest hints of happiness and warmth when he was around. You weren’t sure if it was coming from him or from you.

Tired of being avoided, you turned off the TV and stood. You stretched a bit having sat too long on the couch; a yawn escaped and you grinned at yourself. Then you squared your shoulders and headed off in the direction of Bucky’s room. You took a deep breath then knocked on his door. A muffled sound could be heard; you took it as a greeting and opened the door.

Bucky was buried underneath his covers, his head and flesh arm the only things showing. You grinned at the soldier hiding under his covers. “Some scary thing you turned out to be,” you teased. Bucky grumbled but didn’t emerge. You sat on the other side of the bed, leaning back on your forearms. “Ya know, I have a confession I think you’d like to hear.”

Bucky raised his head slowly. “Really? Is it a really good one?”

“The best.”

Bucky kept his beautiful eyes trained on your eyes. “Okay, I’m game.” His heart melted as a lazy smile lit up your face. Your eyes met his; it was easy for Bucky to notice the twinkle in them.

“So… I’ve had this crush on you since I came here,” you started. “I was hoping you felt the same way about me?”

Bucky didn’t move, didn’t answer, just watched you.

You took a breath and went on. “I can sense happiness and this warm glow around you; I think it’s how you make me feel instead of me reading you. I was hoping…”

Bucky ducked his head at your words. Was she lying before, he wondered.

You felt your heart sink at his silence. He wouldn’t meet your gaze now and you flushed hotly. “That’s okay.’ You broke the silence. “At least I came clean… see ya around Buck.” You slid off the bed and ran out of the room.

Bucky fell back under the covers. Damn it! Why didn’t I say something?

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Backstage-Ch. 1

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So, I don't know if you've noticed by now, I'm a very angsty person. I write a lot of angsty things. I do write fluff and stuff like that from time to time, but there's just a lot that fires up my creativity. This story was inspired by an edit croftets113 made on instagram! You should follow her. Her edits are really freakin cool. Hope you enjoy!

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Part 2

Title: Backstage

Pairings: Analogical, past Prinxiety

TW: Crying, heartbreak {lemme know if there's more :)}

Summary: He thought they were inseparable. They both couldn't stand being away from each other. Guess Virgil had different ideas. One day Virgil had a little chat with Roman and it went south. Roman didn't take the news well and avoided Virgil for a while. As Roman was breaking, Virgil found light at the end of the dark tunnel, Logan. He and Virgil got together. And they were so happy. And Roman now has to watch from the side, feeling ever so hopeless that Virgil will change his mind.

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This couldn't be happening, could it? No...no it couldn't. This is all just a big prank that he's pulling. "Roman, please say something. Please?" Virgil pleaded. Roman just sat at the table, completely stunned. He could feel his heart breaking by the second. "Roman, I told you, it's all me, okay? This has nothing to do with you. I'm sorry Roman, I just...think that-" He was cut off by Roman scooting his chair back to stand.

"I get it Virge! You're not into me anymore! It's fine! I'm fine! You're fine! Everything's fine!" Roman could feel a lump in his throat start to form.

"Ro, I'm really sor-" he was once again cut off by Roman.

"There's no need to apologize! I'll be fine, see? I'm already smiling and over it!" Virgil knew he was lying. After all that time they'd spent together, he could read Roman like a book. He could see right through, and he knew Roman wasn't fine. He knew Roman wasn't okay. "Hey, since our little chat is over I might as well head up to my room now. I'll catch up with you later V!" Virgil tried to stop Roman, but he was too late. Roman dashed for the stairs, trying to get to his room without breaking. But of course, he was stopped by Patton.

"Heya kiddo, you alright? You look upset.."

"Me? Oh yeah, I'm fine! I just need some time in my room alone for a bit. So I can get my creativity into gear!" Patton looked concerned at his friend.

"Roman, you know if some thing's wrong, you can tell me right? I'm here for you kiddo." Roman could feel that he was almost to his breaking point. He needed to get to is room ASAP.

"I'm fine! I just need some time in my room okay? Okay, bye now. He said, dashing around Patton and into his room. Once he was inside he locked the door and just kinda stood in the middle of his room.

There were so many memories of Virgil everywhere. There were pictures opon pictures of them together. He started to break down , collapsing in on himself, holding himself tightly as if everything were to just fall apart at once. This wasn't fair. Virgil couldn't do this to him. He didn't understand. As his state got worse, he reflected on the events that happened that afternoon.

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It started out just as any normal day. Or as normal as it could get. The night before Virgil was acting strange, avoiding cuddling and snuggles and stuff. Roman didn't understand at the time but he just figured it was or of those days where Virgil just needed some space. And at night, Virgil suggested to sleep in his room instead with Roman. That was another thing that they'd usually do, but he didn't really mind. He did want to give Virgil his space if was one of those days....

The next day, or today, was the same. Except he avoided most physical touch. "Odd," Roman thought. "He's never usually like this unless something happened..." Roman was then conflicted in that moment. He could either:

Ask Virgil why he's acting so odd. Only if he'd be up to it, or

He could just leave it alone and not think too much on it

He decided to go with one. He wanted to know why he was acting so odd and if there was any way he could help his stormcloud. So, he proceeded. "Heya V, can I ask ya something?"

"Uh...sure, shoot." Virgil said, getting a little worried.

"Are you alright? You've been acting kind of strange recently and I just want to know if there's anything u could do to help..." he said, taking a quick glance at Virgil.

"Ah shit." Virgil thought. "I've gotta tell him the truth! He deserves to know! But it could really hurt him. Like, really fucking hurt him..." He thought for a bit more, biting his lip to hide his worry. He could feel waves of anxiety hitting him at once. He felt nauseous. "Here, let's just sit at the table for this..." He led Roman to the table and pulled the chair out for him. It was the least he could do, he was about to break Romans poor heart, damn it!

"So..." Roman started. "What's up?" That was the question Virgil was dreading. He didn't want to answer. But he had to. He had to come clean to Roman. It was only fair.

"Look... I know this isn't what you want to hear when you first wakeup but..." Virgil paused. He was so scared to continue. He didn't want to do this. He really didn't want to. But it had to be done. "I think...that maybe we should...part ways for now...." He said, choosing his words carefully. Roman just looked shocked.

"But...but why?" Roman asked, sounding already broken. "When did this come up? I-I though we were happy together....I-I don't get it..."

"Look, I just... I don't think I'm real happy though. I'm glad you are, it's just...Gah! I don't know how to describe it! I was happy with you, but I feel like there's something missing...I don't know what, but I think I need to try to find it with....someone else, I guess... and believe me, this has nothing to do with you. You are an amazing person who deserves so much better. So please, Roman. I'm sorry. Please forgive me? We can still be friends?" Roman just sat in pure shock. Vigil noticed his expression changed very quickly as Roman went into thought. He looked so sad, so torn up. Virgil felt god awful for this. He truly did.

This couldn't be happening, could it? No...no it couldn't. This is all just a big prank that he's pulling. "Roman, please say something. Please?" Virgil pleaded. Roman just sat at the table, completely stunned. He could feel his heart breaking by the second. "Roman, I told you, it's all me, okay? This has nothing to do with you. I'm sorry Roman, I just...think that-" He was cut off by Roman scooting his chair back to stand.

"I get it Virge! You're not into me anymore! It's fine! I'm fine! You're fine! Everything's fine!" Roman could feel a lump in his throat start to form.

"Ro, I'm really sor-" he was once again cut off by Roman.

"There's no need to apologize! I'll be fine, see? I'm already smiling and over it!" Virgil knew he was lying. After all that time they'd spent together, he could read Roman like a book. He could see right through, and he knew Roman wasn't fine. He knew Roman wasn't okay. "Hey, since our little chat is over I might as well head up to my room now. I'll catch up with you later V!" Virgil tried to stop Roman, but he was too late. Roman dashed for the stairs, trying to get to his room without breaking.

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That brings us back to our current situation. As memories flooded his mind, he tried to shove them back into his mind. He didn't want to remember. He didn't want to feel this heartaching pain. He couldn't stand to feel so empty. So lost. He knew his room and the house inside and out just like the back of his hand. And now he just feels confused. He feels so lost. Dammit, why did he have to do this to me?! He thought. "IT'S NOT FAIR! IT'S JUST NOT FAIR!" He yelled out, hugging himself even tighter. Everyone in the whole house looked to the stairwell concerned. Everyone was awake and downstairs at this point.

"What the hell-" Logan was cut off as he felt a gentle hand in his shoulder. It was Patton. He just shook his head and mouthed, "give him some time..." Logan only nodded. And just like that, as Roman was shattering, Virgil asked, "Hey Lo, can I talk to you? Alone?"

Logan nodded and they went into the kitchen. Virgil knew this moment wasn't right, but he couldn't hold back any longer. He was going to confess to Logan and hope for the best.

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Phew! It's finally done! This took me about a few weeks but it's here! I'll be working on part two. I'm sorry for the cliffhanger! I hope this'll leave you hype for the next chapter! Hope you enjoyed!

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[imtoobiforyou]

Finally You’re Crystal Clear

Human AU with Logan and Virgil as housemates.

Pairing(s): Eventual Romantic Analogical

Word count: 1,458

Warnings: swearing, drunkenness, sensual(may be sexual depending how you read it) tension. Please tell me if more warnings are needed!

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    Logan came crashing through the door, startling a piece of the void dozing on Virgil's chest. It ran off. Virgil, suddenly cat-less, glared at the intruder.

    The "intruder" did not meet his glare. He swayed one way, then the other. He took a step, narrowly missing the cat now darting away into a room, and nearly lost his balance. After a few beats of squinting, he slowly made his way from the front door to the kitchen in wobbly steps. His face was unmistakably red even under the dim light of the house. Virgil gawked after him.

    "....Are you fucking drunk?"

    "It would seem so."

    Logan's speech was curt and matter-of-fact as always, but there was a hint of lag in his pronunciation. Virgil was reminded of a buffering computer.

    "You are never drunk."

    Logan blinked at the kitchen counter, showing no sign of having heard Virgil's remark. He slowly walked around it and reached to fill a glass with water. He stared at the clear liquid rising up the cylinder, transfixed by the dancing lights illuminating the surface. They looked like bright little bubbles floating around in midair. He slowly raised the glass.

    Has he ever been this drunk before? Logan found it difficult to remember.

    "...'Never' is a strong word, I'm afraid."

    "Not if it's accurate."

    The voice came from much closer than Logan expected, and the glass nearly slipped from his already shaky hands. Virgil was suddenly at Logan's side, quickly grabbing the glass to keep it from falling. His reflexes were on point, as always.

    Logan felt Virgil's fingertips over his own. He swallowed.

    "I..."

    "Wait, and where the hell are your glasses?"

    Logan raised his head to look at Virgil for the first time. He squinted.

    "Glasses?"

    Virgil's blurry face scrunched up in a grimace. His hand not holding the glass came up to push away a strand of hair plastered on Logan's forehead. Logan couldn't make out his expression. He felt a vague sense of displeasure about this fact.

    "You look disturbingly like Roman without your glasses. I don't like it. Put them back on."

    "He's my twin brother, of course we..."

    "Huh, I keep forgetting you two are twins. You literally look the same but I prefer one face over the other, funny how that works."

    Logan hazily registered that their hands were still intertwined around the same glass. There was some significance to this, wasn’t there? He was not sure. He did not like being unsure. His traitor brain was short-circuiting.

    "That... doesn't make sense."

    Virgil's mouth twitched up in a half-smile, or it seemed to. Logan was becoming more and more annoyed with his limited sight. His friend suddenly fell quiet for a few seconds, so Logan used the opportunity to try to map out Virgil's outline. His hair looked messy. Did he nap with the cat while he was out?

    Virgil blinked his eyes at Logan’s scrutiny, then snapped his fingers between them.

    "Seriously, where are your glasses? Did Roman take them? I didn't know he's that petty."

    Saying this, Virgil broke eye contact and eased the glass of water out of Logan's hands, setting it on the counter. Logan found himself instantly missing the contact. He sighed.

    "No, he was.... agreeable, today. Having Pat there helped, I expect."

    "So you decided to get drunk off your ass instead?"

    Logan found it in himself to be offended even in his drunken state. He crossed his arms in typical Logan fashion.

    “Are you accusing me of irresponsibility? Me? Unbelievable.”

    Virgil did not look impressed. He shoved his hand in his hoodie pockets.

    “You came back from an outing 20 miles away, tripping all over your feet and without glasses. Yeah, I’m the paranoid one for worrying.”

    Logan tightened his crossed arms and was about to retort when he felt something hard press between his arms and his chest. Giving Virgil a quizzical look, he uncrossed his arms and looked down at his chest. He blinked, looked at Virgil once more, then finally found the sense to check the inner pocket of his jacket. He felt his ears reddening.

    “Oh my god, I can’t believe how drunk you are.”

    Letting out a huff of laughter, Virgil grabbed Logan’s jacket and fished his glasses out of the pocket.

    “Look at that, Roman really was the more responsible brother for a change.”

    Logan stared at his glasses in Virgil’s hand. Come to think of it, he vaguely remembered Roman removing his glasses and putting them in his pocket, saying something like “You’ll break them like that, what in Merlin’s beard has gotten into you today?”

    “Oh.”

    Virgil sighed, and Logan was almost certain there was a ghost of a smile on those lips. He was cleaning Logan’s glasses with the hem of his shirt, as if that was the most natural thing in the world. Logan’s mouth felt strangely dry. Slightly humming, Virgil checked the clear lens on the kitchen light.

    “Here, put them on and come back to Earth. ..Wait, I forgot, you’re drunk as fuck, I can’t trust your hands. Lemme do it for you, okay?”

    Virgil was standing there with messy hair and an almost shy little grin on an annoyed face. And of course, Logan answered yes without really listening to the question, because when would he ever say no to Virgil.

    “Stand still, I’m gonna freak out if I poke your eye.”

    And suddenly Virgil was so, so close. Logan’s heart skittered to a stop. He felt Virgil’s hand snake around the back of his head, supposedly to keep him still. He felt Virgil’s breath on his cheek. Even without his glasses, he was sure he could see the pattern in Virgil’s deep brown iris, and how his eyes were ever so slightly shaking.

    Logan heard the ghost of his brother’s voice echo in his head, like a long-lost memory- even though he’d heard those words that very evening. You’re unbelievably thick, aren’t you? Roman was laughing tipsily, a pint of beer in his hand. You’re so in love it pains me.

    A familiar weight settled on his nose, and Virgil’s face suddenly came into focus, crystal clear and always beautiful. Logan felt as if he was seeing him for the first time.

    He really was in love, wasn’t he. The Roman in his head smiled.

    “Thank you,” he choked out.

    “No sweat, man.”

    “Virgil,” Logan hastily called, before the boost of courage faded away. Virgil met his eyes in question.

    “Why do you worry about me?”

    “...Woah, did the alcohol get in your head?”

    Logan groaned internally. He wasn’t going to let Virgil deflect like that. Not this time. He lightly grabbed Virgil’s hand, keeping him close to him. He looked into his widened eyes, silently praying, and in numb disbelief that he was actually doing this. Virgil stared back.

    “Why do you care about me so much?”

    “....I,”

    After a split second, Virgil huffed, averting his eyes.

    “I mean, we’ve been friends,” he muttered.

    "We're not just friends and you fucking know it.”

    Logan was just as taken aback as Virgil at the profanity that came out of his mouth. His heart was pounding: his drunkenness, his frustration, and Virgil’s close proximity were all keeping him in a strange high. He stared at Virgil. Virgil stared back.

    “What did you just say?”

    Logan considered.

    “.....Fucking?”

    “No, no, you moron, before that.”

    “Oh.”

    Logan went silent. Virgil waited for a while, then ruffled his hair in frustration.

    “Logan.”

    “-I, uh...”

    Logan grimaced slightly.

    “feel...... that we could be more than friends.”

    Logan wondered if it was the alcohol or the adrenaline that was making his vision swim.

    “Do you want to date me?” Virgil finally rushed out. He looked so freaked out, Logan would be worried if he wasn’t freaking out as well.

    “-What?” Logan croaked.

    “I...I’m not going to repeat that.”

    “I.......yes. Yes.”

    “Like... date me date me?”

    “....Yes, .....wait, there are multiple types of dating?”

    And at that puzzled look, Virgil finally broke into a smile. He giggled, suddenly giddy and lightheaded. He crashed into Logan’s arms. Logan had to quickly lock his legs to not fall over.

    “Oh, shit, you’re drunk. I’m sorry-”

    Virgil’s face was lit up in a huge grin even as he stood back up, and Logan felt a smile creeping onto his as well. Virgil pulled Logan into a gentle embrace, burying his nose into his shoulder. He sighed.

    “I will kill you if you forget about this in the morning,” he mumbled.

    “I won’t.”

    And Logan had never been more sure of anything.

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