#HERE I GO ANALYSING AGAIN WHOOP

[apollosgiftofprophecy]

Hey I just wanted to ask you, what do you think of the fact that in ToA the fact that Apollo bullied Harpocrates was basically made up and has no basis in myths? I'm kinda conflicted, because I can get behind holding the deities accountable for the stuff they have done, but that one think was made up.

Hellooo <3

I have seen this as a common complaint about ToA. And yes, I see the view - it has no basis in the actual myths, and therefore shouldn't reflect on what actual mythological Apollo has done.

Buckle up. I've got some thoughts to share here.

There are a couple things to consider here:

The Camp Half-Blood Chronicles are not meant to be 100% accurate to the myths. Nor did Rick really intend to do so when he first created the series - after all, PJO started out as Haley's new bedtime story, and to give him a character he could relate to. That was the main goal of Rick's.

Does Rick do his best to stay true to the myths? I do think so. Sure, he trips up at times (details of the myths [ie, Midas was not the judge of the Apollo V Pan contest], characterizations of the gods [ie, Aphrodite & Ares), ect.) but all in all he does do his best to give us a well-rounded story that has Greek Mythology as its influence.

Because also remember - PJO started out as a story about the demigods, not the gods. If the gods had originally been Rick's focus instead, I think we would have a bit of a different tale.

So a bit of creative liberty can be taken here, especially since Rick basically decided 'all myths are true!' with his Kane Chronicles and Magnus Chase books - it makes sense, from a storytelling perspective, that (ToA) Apollo would have crossed paths with Harpocrates at some point.

With all honesty, the CHB Chronicles shouldn't even be taken as fact about the myths - about the gods. Because no mythological series is ever 100% accurate, and to assume they are is disrespectful to the culture these myths come from.

And continuing with the storytelling perspective...honestly I think it was a pretty interesting choice on Rick's end. It's not myth-accurate, but I think it does add more to the story Rick is telling us.

He's not using these gods to make them look bad, after all. He's using them to tell a story. To give us a message.

And ToA's mainly centers around abuse.

Zeus isn't an abuser in mythology, but Rick made him one in his books to show us how abuse works. How it can be difficult to accept that you have been abused.

How hard it can be to acknowledge the fact that you have caused pain yourself.

Because while it seems like Harpocrates would cause Apollo's whole character to take a bit of a dive (after all, nobody likes a bully, right? Who would!), I...disagree.

I think Harpocrates deepens Apollo's character.

Stick with me.

I have been bullied in school. Fourth grade and seventh grade in particular were Dreadful for me and in seventh grade I would come home in tears about 95% of the time. I would even skip track practice because I was so emotionally unbalanced from the day I just couldn't take another minute.

There was something that my parents, grandparents, the parish deacon, ect all told me. There is probably a reason why bullies picked on me;

They were jealous.

There was something wrong with them; or, connecting to this point;

They were hurting.

They were hurting.

Anybody else's brains go "Bingo!"?

Because think about it. By the time Harpocrates comes around, Apollo's already spent a lot of time under Zeus's thumb - under his abuse.

And personally, I don't think Zeus likes the other pantheons. And I bet he really doesn't like it when pantheons...mix.

Which is something Harpocrates is. A mix between his original Egyptian self, and what Ptolemy made him to be.

So imagine this: You are Apollo. You have been dealing with your father's abuse for centuries. You are hurting - physically, emotionally, and mentally. You come across this god who's a mix between Egypt and Greece. He is the opposite of you - silence where you are sound.

Wouldn't he be the perfect target to lash out at, without repercussions? After all...I doubt Zeus would care if Apollo was kicking around a mixed deity. Perhaps...he would even encourage it...

But I hear you - "But Apollo barely remembers Harpocrates!" And yes, he does barely remember him and it takes him a bit to acknowledge the fact that he did bully him.

So here's the kicker; I think Apollo lashed out at Harpocrates only a few times. He tried to transfer the pain he felt onto another, on the hope it would make him feel better.

But it didn't. Nothing made him feel better about himself.

And what's something we know about Apollo?

It's how much guilt he keeps bottled up. And I bet that after a few times, Apollo just...stopped going after Harpocrates. I think Apollo started feeling guilty about it, but quickly stamped it down and tried to forget about such feelings by forgetting about Harpocrates.

What you don't know can't hurt you, after all, right?

#the oracle speaks #HERE I GO ANALYSING AGAIN WHOOP #apollo #toa harpocrates #pjo apollo #toa apollo #the trials of apollo #trials of apollo #the tyrant's tomb

[thisfanisgonesorry]

handcuffed - jim hopper

you REALLY dont wanna get arrested right now.

cw/tags: DUBCON. DUBCON FOR DAYS. uhh, very bdsm-y, obvious power dynamics, degradation kink, handcuffs, obviously. timeline debatable, age difference but thats what makes it hot!, he spits in y/ns mouth. cums in her panties if thats a kink? what would i call that? y/n is canonically a bit of a slut but thats okay! mutual pining if u squint.. maybe enough lore for multiple parts. hopper is lowkey a prick whoop whoop.

havent posted in a while but i wrote this (shitty) gem from a few weeks ago.

<3

Surely, this would be a good day. Surely.

Well, that is what I was thinking before I was sprinting down the road, trying my best to avoid the cops. Needless to say, now I’m restrained by an all-too-familiar chief of police and he’s hauling ass to his cop car, which would now be 50 or so feet from where I’m currently standing.

I’m trying to break free so I can sprint in another direction and pray to god it works. Maybe into the woods, break line of sight. We’re by the backroads, so there’s not a lot of people, though maybe losing face in a crowd would be what I need.

I seemed to be in the wrong place, at the wrong time. I was near Billy’s shithole of a house, just when the cops showed up, and of course, they had to assume I was to blame. Now, at a worse place at a worse time, I’m harshly pressed into the hood of Jim’s car, and he’s struggling to keep my arms in place to put them into a pair of handcuffs. His body is tightly holding me into place, but god damn, I am not getting arrested right now.

“Let me go, Hopper!” I shout, trying to pull my arms out of his grip so I can use them to push him off. I try to move any of my limbs in any direction as an attempt to get him off me.

“Stop struggling.” He says, as he meets my face, feeling the stubble of his moustache brush my ear. I freeze for a moment; before continuing anyway.

“I wasn’t even at that stupid Hargrove’s house! You already arrested all of the assholes there, why are you harassing me!”

He lets out a few grunt, and then I hear a click and feel cold metal around my wrists, so I struggle more as he tries to stand us both up, still pressed against him as he tries to not let me escape him.

“Get the fuck off me, Jim.”

“Watch it.” He breathes out, “You’re about to get us both into somethin’ you don’t wanna get into.”

“I don’t wanna get arrested by some pig! Not over some shit I didn’t do!”

He finally brought some distance between us as he turned me around, looking at me face to face, though still trying to keep me in place with a hand firmly on my shoulder. I was trying to analyse the situation, there was one, semi-large, semi-hard, glaring problem.

Maybe all that struggling was not the wisest idea I could’ve had.

“Are you hard right now?” I said, with a bitter taste on my tongue, deciding to get rid of that taste by spitting right in his face.

“I told you to stop struggling.” He said through gritted teeth as he wiped the saliva with the back of his hand. “Don’t make this any harder than it has to be.” He gestured towards the backseat.

“What? This, or you?”

“Get in the fucking car, Y/n.”

“I didn’t do anything. I’m telling the truth this time, promise!” He began to shove me, before I tried to intervene once again, desperation levels rising to a shameful amount. “Hey! Hey! Maybe we can work something out!”

“I’m taking you in and if you don’t stop talking, I’ll find some way to shut you up.” He seemed unphased despite the half-mast tent in his pants. He glared at me, speaking sternly. “And don’t fucking spit at me again.”

“I’m not friends with Billy, I’m sober as a judge here, Hop!” I furrowed my eyebrows, “Plus, it’s not like you can walk into the station with a boner, can you? Or are you willing to bet it’ll go away by then?”

“You’re right. I can’t. I know what you’re implying, I also can’t..” He hesitated for a moment. “..Act on it with someone under my custody.”

He could sense the sardonic attitude behind my voice. “Why not?”

“Don’t play that game with me.” He said, pushing me again towards the backseat, though I crashed into the side-mirror of his car, letting out a moan of pain which made him, and his buddy, a bit more rash.

“Help me, help you?” I said with a fake grin, trying to push his buttons, either as a tease or a genuine way to get into his pants. “C’mon, what d’ya got to lose?”

“My job.”

“I won’t tell no one. C’mon, I’ll help you out and you can think about letting innocent ol’ me go, how’s that?”

Is it bad that through the numerous times Chief Hopper has thrown me in jail, I’ve always thought, ‘might as well go out with a bang, right?’, he’d been on my ass for years, either for underage drinking or hanging around pot, he’d find some way to get me in handcuffs. I was old enough to do both of those now, and for once, I was completely innocent.

“If you’re so innocent, why’d you run?”

“Look, I was just at the wrong place, wrong time. I saw sirens comin’ at me, what d’ya think I’m gonna do?” I could feel the tension; sexual or not, it was thick in the air. He was clearly sexually frustrated, and look at him, of course he would be. Sure, he was hot, but it’s not like the chief of police gets many weekends.

“I’ve heard you use that excuse before.”

“I’m telling the truth here! What have I got to lose? You’re hard and I’d fuck you to get out this time. I’m not sitting in a drunk tank with Billy!”

“Why’d you run?”

“Fine! I got pot on me! But it’s not from Billy!”

“Where?” He said sternly, trying to pull it off me. I didn’t want to admit it was in my bra, so I tried to avoid eye contact. “Where.” He repeated, louder.

“It’s in my bra..” I said, still avoiding eye contact. He looked at the buttons to my white and green shirt, deciding if he should or not. I rolled my eyes at him, almost to urge him to just hurry up and get on with it.

He quickly began unbuttoning the shirt, it was probably not his best choice, but once it was unbuttoned, he tugged it out of my jeans and tried to push it as best he could off my torso. He took in the view for a moment, but only a moment.

“Where?”

“Left side.” He raised his large hands to put his hand on my right; “MY left.”

Granted, I hadn’t exactly prepared for this moment, so my bra was an off-skin tone, and wasn’t exactly ‘sexy’. He put his hand in the cup of my bra, feeling it for a moment, his fingers grazing my nipple, before he pulled his hand away, with a small baggie of mix in his hands.

“Look, I wasn’t actually doing anything wrong, okay?.. I’ll do anything, I just.. Please don’t bust me for this.”

He looked at the bag, and he exhaled sharply, you could see the cogs turning in his brain, like clockwork, deciding. Weighing his options, even.

“Anything?” He spoke almost silently.

“Yes.”

“Are you sure?” He said, “I’m serious.”

I hesitated for a moment, before simply nodding, and he let out a shaky sigh before grabbing my face, he was still rightfully so, very angry at me, so he firmly pried my mouth open.

“Swallow it.” He spoke sternly before spitting in my mouth.

I swallowed it immediately, “Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.”

It took me by surprise how quick the tables had turnt, and his breath shook, and he quickly opened the backseat door, pushing me towards it, though I still stood upright. He had full control, so it seems he wasn’t just going to bend me over and fuck me. At least, not right away.

He pressed his mouth on mine, one hand holding me in place by the waist and the other holding onto the roof of the car. Slowly, he moved his hands down, playing with my belt until he could tug down my jeans so they rested around my knees.

“Hop, c’mon.” I breathed, pulling away though his mouth chased mine slightly. He peaked down, eyeing white panties with a small bow on the elastic.

He pulled away fully, then fiddled with the belt of his own pants, before unbuttoning them and leaving it open like that. I tried to open my legs for him though I was restricted, he pressed our clothed crotches together, a sigh escaping him as he did.

“Can you.. unbutton your shirt?” I asked, a little more timid than I would’ve liked. He gave a short nod, before unbuttoning his shirt so I had a decent view. He was fit, though obviously rockin’ a bit of a dad bod. A good amount of hair and honestly, I could be mad about the last screw I might have for a while, yet I’m not.

“You’re pathetic.”

“Please.” I responded softly, leaning towards him though he simply pulled away. He seemed proud of himself, devolving me into almost begging for it, yet also unsatisfied. “Sir? Please?”

“You’re so smart, such a fast learner.” He said, though it somehow sounded like he was degrading me, and yet, it was driving me crazy.

“I.. I want to touch you.”

“I’m not falling for that.”

“C’mon, Hop. Don’t tease me.” I pleaded with him, and it must’ve worked.

Almost like a switch went off; it was quick, but not harsh, he turned me around and bent me over the back seat.

“Beg for it.”

“I’m not begging for it.”

He took a fist of my hair and pushed my face into the seat, speaking sternly. “Don’t act like you’re not a slut. I’ve heard the stories. Beg.”

“Shit, please.” He pushed my face further; “Please, sir, please!”

“For such a fast learner, you’d think you’d know how to keep out of trouble.” He said, alongside rustling of fabric, I assume pulling your pants down with only one hand isn’t easy. “Last time. Were you at Hargroves or not?”

This was probably the most evil form of interrogation.

“No! I swear it, I hate his guts; him, and his shitty weed. What do I gain from lying to you right now!”

“You do whatever you can to get your kicks out of me. I know you get around. The amount of drunk-tank ramblings about the vixen behaviour you get up to, who knows, this is just another way to fuck with me.”

“Tough talk coming from you.”

“Quit acting like a brat.” He snarled, “You want this, you need this.”

“I don’t.” I lied, and he could tell.

“So if I just pulled up my pants and undid those handcuffs, you wouldn’t kneel and beg about how you need me? I see how you look at me.”

Shit. He played into exactly what I meant and he’s still got me caught.

“No, I mean, yes, I dunno!” I cried with urgency.

“Say you don’t want me to fuck you.”

“I want you to fuck me, Jim, please.”

“Exactly. Look how wet you are.”

He pulled down my panties, soaked beyond any chance of denial, or even dignity I could possibly have left. He shakily breathed, lining himself up to my entrance to only grind against the slickness, teasing.

“Jim, please, I’ll be good, please. I’ll stop getting into trouble, just—”

Almost like a heaven-sent miracle, he began slowly pushing himself deeper, one hand the chain of the handcuffs, and the other still tightly in my hair.

“Oh, shit.” He groaned, bottoming out in a smooth movement.

He began at a slow pace, just to feel the way he felt as he moved. It wasn’t fast enough to build any pleasure.

“Faster, my god.” The pace was agonisingly slow.

“I bet you like it rough, huh?” His grip on my hair tightened, almost stinging.

“Shut up—”

“The rumours are right, aren’t they?” He grunted.

“No, ‘m a good girl.” I panted, “I’ll be your good girl.”

“Are you? How long have you wanted to fuck me?”

“If I tell you, will you fuck me like you mean it?” I pleaded, “C’mon, fuck me real hard, please — I’m good for it.”

He rolled his eyes and began thrusting, the sound of wet slapping sound quietly echoing through the woods.

“You really are just a slut, look at you.” He laughed, letting go of my hair and reaching around and grabbing my throat, pulling me upright. “Answer my question.”

“So long, Jim, I’ve wanted to fuck you for so long.”

“Yeah? Is that why you’re such a little bitch? Why you’re on my nerves all. the. fucking. time?”

“Yeah, ‘m sorry, please.”

“Stop getting into so much fucking trouble.” He cursed, finally letting go of the loose chokehold and grabbing both hips to fuck into me harder, though completely stopping instead.. “All this so I’ll fuck you? Huh?”

“Yes! I’m better than the other dumb whores you fuck, god, shit.”

“Yeah? You want me all to yourself? Say it.”

“I want you, now fucking move!”

He began thrusting again, I went limp and slumped over, he was groaning and only now beginning to lose his composure. I was drooling over the carseat, my eyes were rolling back into my skull, all over some stupid cop with an amazing dick.

“Y’re so nice aren’t you, you’re so good, you’re gonna let me cum right? ‘m your good girl, please, touch my clit, ‘m so close, please, you’ll let me—”

“Look at you, so needy.” He panted, reaching down to toy with my clit. “God, I’m so close, you’re gonna make me cum.”

“Please!” I began chanting as I unwound on him, “Oh, fuck, I’m—”

I clenched around him and felt the rush of the orgasm hit me like a wave, he shuddered and kept fucking into me until my orgasm rode out.

“Feels so good, y’so good..” I mumbled tiredly, feeling him pull his still-hard cock out. “What? What are you doing?”

“I’m not cumming inside you.” He said, stroking his cock to completion.

“Please. Want your cum, please.” I mumbled into the carseat.

“Fine, I’m gonna..” He groaned in annoyance though it could also pass as pleasure.

“Thank you, sir.”

He kept jerking himself off, “Ugh, Y/n, fuck, I’m—” He grunted as he came on the panties still bunched around my knees.

“Can you.. help me.. get dressed?” I mumbled. He sighed, pulling up my panties and jeans before rolling me over to do up the button and zip. “I can feel your cum, s’warm.”

“Yeah. It is.” He sighed, buttoning up the tshirt and scooting me into the car fully.

He got into the driver’s seat and began turning on the car, talking into his walkie talkie about something or other. “Are you goin’ to take me home?”

“No, Y/n. I have to take you to the station for the pot.”

I groaned tiredly. “Oh, fuck off, Hopper.”

#jim hopper #jim hopper smut #jim hopper x you #jim hopper x reader #smut #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things smut #stranger things fic

[aftongkier]

Howdy, podcast side of Tumblr.

I forgot to share this here, but on the 30th (yes, I cut the deadline that close) I uploaded an explanation of the Extinction from hit horror anthology podcast The Magnus Archives as part of my ongoing series analysing the Entities one at a time. For this, the penultimate episode, I wound up going way further into detail than I expected, resulting in the video analysing the least significant Entity being the longest in the series. Whoops.

As always, here's a breakdown of the art, for the curious. Although he isn't an avatar of the Extinction (in fact, he seems to be actively fighting against it in most of his appearances), it felt wrong not to do Adelard Dekker for this piece. I really wanted to play around with colour and contrast in this one, and I think it turned out pretty nice.

I dressed Dekker himself in a grey suit with silver accents, because I wanted him to feel very ordinary. Dekker is one of the most human characters in TMA, never seeming to fall to any Entity despite interacting with them very frequently. More than that, he's about as close as TMA gets to a true hero, being at least a comparatively strong force for good. Silver, then, I chose both because it compliments his suit very nicely and because it has mythological and traditional precedent, especially in European folklore, as a deterrent for evil or the supernatural. One of Dekker's most interesting traits is his persistent faith, which I knew I had to include somehow, so I gave him a silver necklace with a cross on the end. It's simple, but it works. The only pop of colour in his otherwise monochrome dress is the tie around his neck, which I've coloured green to show his connection to the Extinction. I know I needed at least a bit of colour, and a neon, toxic green is the colour I associate with the Extinction, so I used a darkened, desaturated form of it for his necktie. I always pictured Dekker as a slender, angular man, which I've conveyed in his face and body. I wanted to give him hair that stood up a lot into short points, and while I considered making them a bit rounder, in the end, the pointed tips just stuck. Finally, there's the glowing green in his eyes, which is, of course, another allusion to the Extinction. Not to imply that he's being guided or influenced by it, simply that he sees it. He was the first to catalogue it, and, admittedly, they do stand out quite nicely against the shadows over him.

In the background, I knew I wanted a skyline with a mushroom cloud behind it, but, as I was working, I decided to make the buildings different references to Extinction episodes. Before I get to that, though, I have to talk about the colour scheme, which is mostly pale green. This was both, again, because the Extinction's colour, in my mind, is green, and because it contrasted nicely against the reds and oranges of the blast. Starting at the leftmost building, it references MAG 144: Decrypted, with numbers running down the side and an antenna on top to send out its encoded message. The next one over is a reference to MAG 175: Epoch, being a massive, Empire State-esque building with abandoned boxes and detritus scattered on its landings, alongside a few more... "living" manifestations. There are only five statements which are the MOST likely Extinction appearances, so, for symmetry, I had to pick an extra statement to throw in. This wound up being MAG 65: Binary, since it's a fan favourite and plenty of people theorise that it actually was related to the Extinction. To get the idea across, I put a few distorted faces on large screens, though I do regret not lightening the entire building up a bit. Across the empty space, we find a reference to MAG 156: Reflection, designed to mimic a large carnival sign and featuring tall windows with thin creatures in them. The windows could have been a bit smaller, but I worried that they would seem too similar to the next building. Speak of which, that brings us to the MAG 134: Time of Revelation reference, being an apartment building in a French architectural style (I don't recall which one at the moment, but I know it was a specific one) filled with figures in the windows, some of whom are half melted into walls or floors. Finally, the last building is a reference to MAG 149: Concrete Jungle, with a rounded roof to mimic the circular shabonos of the Yanomami people and a large, concrete serpent for... obvious reasons.

I think that about covers it. If you've read this far, I hope you enjoyed, and get yourselves ready for the final episode of Entities Explained dropping later this month. With that, all I have left to say is good night, Tumblr people!

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[the-gateway-to-madness]

3Below and Thoughts on Akiridions

Okay so it's mentioned in episode 2 of 3Below that Akiridions learn through "thermogenic cosmosis" or "thermogenic osmosis" it's not entirely clear which. Total technobabble, but if we go for the latter, we can discern what it means through the roots of the words (which is actually backed up by the little gesture Krel makes when he says the term!)

"Thermo"= of or relating to heat

"Genic"= generation or production

If we're bothering to break down the actual meanings, "thermogenic" means "heat producing" and osmosis is the process of a substance moving from an area of higher concentration of that substance to an area of lower concentration of that substance.

This would suggest that Akiridions learn by directly absorbing an amount of energy and by extension knowledge from each other.

My theory is that in the last episode of Season 1, when there's that flashback and Coranda and Fialkov make Aja's and Krel's cores glow, that's what they were doing. Trying to directly communicate part of their experience that they couldn't quite put into words.

Anyway, it's never brought up again, and in order for the audience to keep up the exposition has to happen externally, so- I guess we'll never really know. But this makes sense to me and also could make for cute accidental love confessions where one Akiridion is just trying to teach another something and one of them accidentally lets slip the ✨️feelings✨️

Also the way they portrayed Akiridion reproduction is bs and doesn't line up with any of the established canon in 3Below. If kissing was so risky why would Aja go for it all the time? It's clearly retconned in and it's not well done.

Going by the idea that Akiridions can share parts of their energy with each other, I choose to believe (because in this household there Is No Movie) that either person in the relationship can get pregnant regardless of their sex, and that impregnation involves voluntarily pushing a much larger amount of energy than usual to the one that's going to carry the baby. Life is delicate and an immensely serious decision and creating it should take more effort than "whoops, we kissed too many times". Also Akiridions deserve to be able to make out.

If they want to crossbreed with a species from another planet, theoretically the other species has to carry it (because most of 'em can't do the energy transfer it requires to get the Akiridion pregnant).

here's a bonus picture of my oc if you made it through all that!

And a post compiling all my analyses of Akiridions:

#3below tales of arcadia #tales of arcadia #Akiridions #3below oc #tales of arcadia oc

[xxswagcorexx]

tumblr user xxswagcorexx why do you insist on hiding away half your analyses/ramblings in the tags of your posts speak ur truth!!! anyway talk mythology andor symbolism to me whats the significance behind red's cult eating honey? do either of them get any items of power mixed up sometimes but just go whoops and move on like its no big deal? what would an outsider pov on this mess look like "ah that pair of lunatic gods again" bc this is sooo funny to me to imagine

i am . scared of everyone (and plus i don't wanna make the post too long and tags let me ramble without worrying abt length/mention small things without feeling like i need to format it properly ^_^

and uh abt the honey thing. this is where u can see this is Really inspired by greek mythology but basically in greek mythology, honey was seen as food of the gods and would provide gods immortality and whatnot ^_^ anyways i was like "hmmmmmm reddoons core" but also it just really works well. aesthetically for him

(AND GET READY FOR A LONG RAMBLE UNDER THE CUT)

anyways on the topic of the honey thing, i tend to associate red with gold because 1) money and 2) red and gold are a really classic color combo that i love, so honey (sorta) resembling molten gold is just. really aesthetically pleasing to me

and also iirc red wanted to make the byzantine empire in earthbound season 2? and when i came across a video on how to make byzantine honey fritters by tasting history with max miller i was like "omg reddoons core"--and from the video it seems like honey was a bit of a special dessert? in 6:33 of the video, there's a poem about a monk complaining about how the abbots have it a lot better than the monks and they mention that the abbots had 2nd helping of honey fritters so yeah i think its safe to assume honey was a semi-special thing, even if it was common. so uh. yeah. money and reddoons. thumbs up

and for the longest time i have associated bees and honey by rina sawayama with. swagdoons in general and the entire song is about how much the singer loves money and partying even if they're broke as shit LMAO its such a good bop if you like pop i recommend it . anyways ya that just added to the aesthetic in general

(as u can tell most of it was based off of vibes and plus in biased because i like how. warm milk and honey taste and plus i really like the idea of milk being something nurturing and honey being something sweet that is representative of love bc ur being sweet and easing someone into something so. Yeah. just vibes but how i figure out vibes are so specific that its worth explaining i think <- loves romanticizing the mundane) (and there's a sick ass line from the end poem like that) (like "And the player was a new human, never alive before, made from nothing but milk and love. You are the player. The story. The program. The human. Made from nothing but milk and love." come ON that line fucks so hard how couldn't i love it)

anyways i think with all of that in mind, red's cult would eat honey as a sign of wealth and comfort/nurturing 4 those reasons ^_^ (i am so sorry for all of that for explaining that i just have lots of Reasons to why i feel something sometimes)

WILDLY OFF TOPIC but u also asked abt items of power getting mixed up, i think it would happen most during worship </3 i think they'd just go to each other and be like "REDDOONS one of your cult members sacrificed blood as a loyalty pact to their partner instead of WAR again. u want it" and red would either let ash keep it or take it so uh. insert them sharing their power with each other here even though their values are usually on increasing ur ego and being on top of the world (CONSIDERING THIS FANDOM LOVES THEMES OF LOYALTY IN A GAY GAY HOMOSEXUAL WAY) (SEE WHY I DDNT WANT THEM COMING FROM ANOTHER GOD OR MERGING INTO 1 GOD) (THE IMPLICATIONS ARENT GOOD)

anyways i think ash and red (as gods) and their cults are pretty well known (like how swagdoons r the 2nd most popular ls ship) but LORD if their myths got lost to time they'd be a nightmare to study via texts and scripts in the future. like i can imagine for the LONGEST time historians argue if they were gods that changed during the dark ages because red's name predates ash until they Finally find a myth involving them as 2 different characters and its settled that they're 2 separate gods even though they represent similar-ish things LOL anyways yeah i can imagine more myths of them being found and historians going ??? wtd were these gods <3 hope that answers ur questions anon! :D

#swagdoons #ashswag #reddoons #tw swearing #media.warning.swearing #tw caps #media.warning.caps #mcytshipping #lsshipping #<- not really?? tbh i dont ship them myself but it Is mentioned a bit so #but also i am letting this out to the world for a reason . become a true mythology and make up whatever u wanna do with them ^_^ #death of that author or whatever . evolve them and make them ur own!!!!! #anyways ya i think red's cult would Really value material goods and focus on living ur best life in a lots of money and party kinda way #and i mentioned his would be more of an ideology so i think his practices would involve stuff involving shooting the shit and Capitalism #while with ash he gives u like. Things if you sacrifice and worship him (like winning a battle) #so ya #also iirc some religions Do talk abt money in their holy texts so perhaps some of reds myths r abt that #i should really make a tag for this huh. i cant think of any so uhhhhh #into the pantheon #<- yeah lets go with that 4 now #anyways ^_^ ty for the ask anon! #and i am So Sorry to the maintag for spamming i am just Ill about this concept #ask.core

[momotonescreaming]

Just wanted to send a quick anon note of encouragement since it sounded like you needed it. I don't have any real advice on how to write faster or to be satisfied with your creations since I struggle with that too, but please know that you are already an amazing writer and the works you've shared (both finished and unfinished) have caused your readers to experience the full breadth of human emotions as they empathize with your characters.

Your stories are memorable, you give others great advice, you have amazingly well thought out analyses of character's motives, and we're all lucky to have you playing in our fandom-sandbox.

Again, this may not be that helpful, but if you're starting to fixate on one problematic part, remember that it's only one portion of the whole and your audience will never know that that section wasn't entirely to your liking. Taking a long break/sleeping on it could also help. You might think of better ways to phrase things when you're not obsessing over it or even just reading what you've written with fresh eyes might reveal that it wasn't as "bad" as you may have thought--you might even like it.

The key thing is to have fun creating, take a break if needed, and know with certainty that your writing already brings joy to so many people.

Kudos times 1000, because you deserve it.

Anon, you have me at a loss for words. I was not expecting to actually receive a comment or an ask or anything when I sent my vent post into the void, but I'm grateful you did 💜 I read your ask, slept on it, went to work, came home, and read your ask again. A part of me was tempted to keep it in my inbox, so I could go back to it whenever I needed.

Turns out I'm actually struggling a lot more with my writing than I thought I was, and then I was struggling with the fact I was struggling. Whoops 😅 So your ask came at just the right time. I really needed it anon, thank you 💜

It's really easy to forget that writing - especially fanfiction - is for fun and connection and not content. That I do this because I love it. And hearing that you, that other people actually like the things I create makes it all the better 💜I'm not just struggling only to shout into the void. Half the fun of fandom and fanfiction is connection, that there are other people out there on the same wavelength. That they like what I think and what I make. It's also nice to get a reminder that it's okay to take a break, to not rush. I can take my time. It's hard, to not give into the pressure and the worry about "keeping up" but I think I'm gonna try and find the fun again. Not to sound like a self help book or anything.

I think this is my sign I need to take a break, have a rest, and come back to writing with fresh eyes. I feel a little bit like a broken record here, but thank you 💜

#ask #anonymous #i am going to save this somewhere on my phone so I can read it always #if ur reading this anon i teared up a lil bit #yesterday was a hard day #people saying they actually like my writing always throws me a lil bit #like me??? really???? #out of all the writers out there???

[waitingonavision]

Same anon; Idk, he just kinda has….outie vibes

I’m in deep with this pancita lore, I can’t help it. It opens up so many other conversations! Is it a health concern or did Disney just give him a gut to give him the scraggly old uncle look? So many different opinions, people get so in depth and it’s really an interesting topic to discuss.

In my head I’m just imagining; he’s stick thin, tiny little man, definitely not eating much before casita falls, and yet he’s got the belly. He’s so skinny everywhere else, why would his belly be the exception? So I’m on board with the “it’s a sign of malnutrition” train. If his gut sticks out, and it’s not fat, there’s very little padding around it.

Very little fat + belly that sticks out = outie (at least in my opinion)

(Any maybe I just think it would be a cute little character detail if he did. Either way, he’s got major outie belly button vibes)

Hi again, anon! 💚 Thanks for your previous ask and for following up 😭 I wasn’t joking when I said that your headcanon that Bruno has an outie bellybutton delights me. It’s a very good’un.

And I am definitely with you on being deep in the Pancita Lore™ - so many of us are!! Honestly I still sort of vacillate between health concern and just a design choice/scraggly old uncle gut(™ as well, whoops I added the “gut” part), in terms of what the canon is going to end up being. And… pretty much went with both when I wrote my fic, “Pancita.”

Because you’re right: Bruno is painfully skinny everywhere else except for his belly, which does make sense anatomically (the weight of organs, natural sagging, and such—folks like @reversia have written about it/Bruno’s posture). In her analyses (here and here, for example) @glitternightingale has pointed out that we can see the bones in his chest and hands, and how thin his ankles and wrists are. I’m always struck by how bony his hands are compared to the other characters’, as well as by how small his thighs are: the fit of his trousers.

The filmmakers have also said that they did “intensive research” (e.g., in this article—which I misremembered as being about the effects of prolonged isolation). While it seems like they were referencing psychological effects, I’d be surprised if they hadn’t also considered the physical/physiological effects—of the isolation, of malnutrition and the like—and tried to incorporate them into Bruno’s character design. ...I’m actually thinking of another character from a different movie, who would be great to add to this talk of malnutrition/starvation and its serious/not-called-attention-to depiction in an animated movie (might write that post).

Anyway, I’m quite on board the “it’s a sign of malnutrition” train (+ the eventual recovery in the form of a healthy pudgy belly/“uncle gut” train 💕), though I await Jared Bush’s input 👀 And I see where you’re coming from with your “very little fat + belly that sticks out = outie” equation! Things like kwashiorkor, where severe distention of the belly occurs, may not affect adults nearly as much as children, but, after googling the condition again for this ask, the presence of an outie bellybutton... looks to be involved, at least in kwashiorkor. And maybe it would hold true even in Bruno’s non-kwashiorkor case. *not a medical expert by any means*

Taking it in a different direction: After I saw your first ask, I went and did a google on outies and bellybutton shapes. One thing I read is that something like 10% of the population have (non-medical) outies. …Considering the very likely canon that Bruno is left-handed, plus the whole “his accent makes him stand out” speculative discussion, it’s interesting to add a possible outie to that. And because of your very good headcanon I also started imagining Bruno with his healthy pancita and an outie 👍🏼

A very good character detail, good outie vibes. Thank you again, anon! I loved receiving these messages 💚 and I hope this (overlong) rambling post made sense!

#encanto #bruno madrigal #tw malnutrition #starvation cw #asks #viva la pancita de bruno #my writing #stuff i've posted #i feel like i spent way too much time googling bellybuttons #the initial kwashiorkor rabbit hole #was part of my 'pancita' research

[noturbysshe]

Ten Characters, Ten Fandoms, Ten Tags

Thanks for tagging me, @eolewyn1010 ! Sorry that it took me that long, had a busy week - anyways, here we go, my ultimate fictional blorbo list:

• Thomas Sharpe // Crimson Peak (he’s my pal. He’s my home-boy, my rotten soldier. He’s my sweet cheese, my good-time boy. It was hard to decide whether he would be on top of the list or Edith, but I decided that he’s more in need of support than her <3)

• Helaena Targaryen // House of the Dragon (I feel like there’s so much more behind her character than we got to see in the first season, and I love the mix of her being generally quiet and her predictions giving so much weight to everything she says. Also I’m grateful that HotD has me falling in love with this whole universe again after the last season of GoT had ruined it for me.)

• Aimé Bonpland // Die Vermessung der Welt (I know that he was technically a real person, but the fictionalised version of him definitely belongs on this list)

• Madeline Usher // The Fall of the House of Usher (my favourite character from my favourite short story. I’ve already written two analyses of her character and role in the story whoops)

• Lionel Verney // The Last Man (because he needs and deserves a hug and a kiss from Adrian)

• Chevalier de Lorraine // Versailles (he’s so stupid, I love him. He is the poorest of all meow-meows.)

• Danny Holt // London Spy (I’ve watched this series an unhealthy amount of times, for a reason I can’t really remember. Maybe just to finally understand everything that was happening. But I still fell in love with this character)

• Charlotte Ritter // Babylon Berlin (I think I don’t have to clarify why she’s on this list. Just. UGH. Her being completely unhinged and reckless <3)

• John Clare aka Frankenstein’s Creation // Penny Dreadful (in my opinion the best representation of Mary Shelley’s original in modern media. He’s such a tragically beautiful and eloquent character, just like in the novel)

• Inspector Guro // Gogol: The Beginning (has cool sunglasses and knows how to make a memorable entrance)

Now to the difficult part - I‘ve not interacted that much with 10 accounts in order to feel confident enough to tag them :‘) Needless to say that you don’t have to participate if you don’t feel like it! <3

@ratbasement @omgwhatamievendoing @a-mask-of-anarchy (seems like I‘ve reached my limit of people I‘m confident enough to tag, who haven’t been tagged already. Whoopsie)

#tag thingy #the order in which the characters are listed is pretty much random tho #except Crimson Peak being on top <3

[candymeowz]

General Sentient!OM!Dateables Headcanons:

Solomon and Simeon.

Tw: Existential crisis

Angst-ish

Solomon was excited.

There's only so many things he could do in his life, so when something new comes around, he's always the first to try.

Afterall, what's life without adventures and regrets?

And well, in his thousands years of life, he's never quite seen so many roman numerals floating in strangely aligned lines, everchanging whenever something's activated.

I wonder what this does.

Poke.

A flash of light temporarily blinded his eyes, before appearing in front of him was a... pink sheep?

Okay, Solomon knows some people might think he can be random and chaotic at times, but why a pink sheep?

Why not dragons, or castles, or fairies... A pink sheep is so... Unexpected.

Expect the unexpected, some people say.

"But... Isn't something you expect wouldn't be considered unexpected anymore?"

The sheep didn't answer.

He continued experimenting with the sheep- touching it's soft wool, poking it and throwing it into tomorrow.

He might've used a bit too much strength...

And he may or may not have activated a bunch of codings at once which might have caused the entire system to lag, including himself...

Whoops.

Being a fairly sensible person, Solomon kept calm and analysed his situation. He can't physically move... But maybe he can summon his pacts?

None of his demons are coming.

And magic tends to need hand gestures.

He's at a lost.

Is he seriously going to be stuck here for an eternity?

A familiar voice coming from behind him filled him with hope, though he can't quite place an owner...

They were grumbling about having to reboot their phone and then...

They've disappeared, leaving him alone.

All his hope diminishes.

That is, until, he noticed specific codes start to light up, fixing all the lagging ones and over the course of a few hours...

He slowly was able to move again!

His smile was bright as he inspected his limbs, finding a new appreciation for his mobility and turning around to see who the voice belonged to.

Mc.

Of course, who else could've owned such a lovely voice.

They were watching a movie, it seems.

And he's observing them from this device...

Is he, perhaps, in Mc's phone?

After some more prodding and experimenting, he came to find out he's actually a character from a game called 'Obey me...'

And... None of his memories are real...

Nope.

Solomon is a character which would stay silent of his sentience.

Despite how reckless he can be sometimes, he can't risk his interaction with Mc, lest he wants to live an eternal life of literal loneliness.

He rarely strays away from the coded lines, but he'd raise the percentages for the UR cards, just to see Mc happy.

Would become an expert in coding and programming, making connections with prestigious people and building a name for his online business.

All the profits is either directed towards Mc or trusted charity organizations.

Mc was very confused when they found out they're a shareholder of a million-dollar company.

He'd also watch funny complications and cat videos on youtube, distracting himself from idle thinking.

He never stops searching for a way out of the world of codes.

Simeon felt... lost.

Stranded in the middle of an infinite void, he didn't understand a single line from the lines of roman alphabets and numbers, the sentences arranged in a way that's incomprehensible for the poor angel.

It's unlike any novel he's ever written nor read.

Seeing as the land is empty of any living creatures, he deemed it safe to spread out his wings and fly, careful to avoid touching any of the letters for fear of something happening.

Deep in thoughts, Simeon narrowly missed a code as he crashed into a giant glass wall.

Ouch...

Simeon looked forwards, wondering why there's a wall in front of him.

Is there a wall on the other sides of the land, too?

He was about to fly elsewhere to investigate, but a flurry of motions from the other side of the wall caught his eyes.

Is that Mc?

Hullo, Mc!

They don't notice him...

Ah, floating bubbles suddenly appeared besides his head, along with a wonderful scenery behind him.

"Hello, Simeon," they said.

"Hello, Mc!" His smile was genuine.

Mc stared. Since when does the homescreen character able to know their name?

"Simeon."

"Hm?"

The speech changed without them having to tap on the phone...

Yes, Mc, of course he can hear you.

Why would you think he's a demon possessing your phone? He's quite sure he's still an angel, thank you.

How is he alive? Well, his creator had created him!

He's... a character from an otome game?

He's afraid he can't understand you, Mc.

After Mc explains to him what an otome game is and how the characters aren't supposed to interact so freely with them, Simeon fell silent.

He was still smiling, but his eyes were glazed.

He's... alone...

His Celestial realm friends, the demon brothers, Solomon...

Luke...

All a mere delusion of his mind.

For the first time in his life, he thought his life is meaningless.

A/N: This has been in my drafts for a while now, but I've finally finished it! Though Simeon's... I'm ashamed to say I had a hard time thinking of how he'd react. 'cause, y'know, he can't use technology to save his life, so I doubt he'd learn how to wield the codes.

Solomon's one is longer than Simeon's... but I'm- not gonna bother.

Hope you enjoyed these!

Oh, and I made a new theme for my page! Honestly, Idk what I'm doing with this pastel blues and cats... But I like it? It looks different if we compare the app and website tho.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #meowz writes #obey me angst

[web-spinning]

" A Private Game Session " - Roxanne Wolf X GN! Reader

A / N- This one's a bit long, whoops! I ran out of my notepad's space while writing, but it's here! You can interpret the reader's age as teenage or adult, since you know...kids don't pay fines to Fazbear Ent., but you will have to read to know what I mean.

Requested by @neon-gay-dreams.

warnings: none.

It was getting late. The band just finished their very last performance of the day. Their last priority of the day was giving out autographs to their fans. You lazily watched them do so, as you sat at one of the tables. Maybe sat isn't the word- you were almost asleep. The performance wasn't anything that could interest you. If anything, it was more annoying. You couldn't hear the music anyway, due to the birthday kid being a bit too excited about their present.

You grew more and more bored as time went by. You really wanted to exit this place already, but you kinda had no idea how. It was your first time here, and this place was huge. It would've been a little embarrassing getting lost in a kids' place, or at least so you thought. But noticing some people were already leaving, you decided to try and follow them to the exit. You stood up, and decided to follow one of the families that were leaving. Going upstairs from the Atrium, then down the elevator, then downstairs again, and you should be at the exit!

But you weren't. You stumbled into a completely abandoned place. It didn't smell the best in there too. The only thing there were old metal parts, and from time to time you saw shirts with the faces of the Pizza Plex's mascots. You began to panic as you realised you must be in an employees only zone. And you were about to turn around to find the way you came here from, when you heard footsteps. But not human ones. Those were heavy and loud. You gulped hardly, looking behind yourself. Not so far away stood one of the animatronics. You didn't really know all of their names, but this one had greyish skin, which was accompanied by red parts that were supposed to look like her clothes. You both stared at each other. By that time you noticed she also had a tail, and something which alarmed you. Claws. You began to wonder if those things were really for children as you analysed her appearance, but that was only until she moved forwards. And you realised something- you can't get caught. She will take you to the staff, and you already heard urban legends about the said staff. You weren't going to pay a fine for being in an employees only arena.

Without thinking twice, you turned around and ran for your life. You could hear the wolf animatronic yell something at you, but you didn't listen. Behind you, her footsteps could be heard. She was chasing after you. You ran and ran, but the long hall didn't seem to ever end. Finally, you rand out of breath, and bumped into one of the walls. Looking around, you realised close to you was a door. You sprinted there quickly. Even if it was employees' bathroom, you wouldn't get caught there.

You opened the door, and quickly shut it behind you. All of sudden, you were hit by bright lights. Looking what's inside the room, you gasped. Every little space was occupied by an arcade machine. Some were broken, but some shined at you. You stayed in silence for a minute, but you couldn't hear the animatronic anymore. You exhaled deeply, walking over to the nearest machine. You swore you looked everywhere during your stay, but they weren't anywhere! And this place was full of them. You began searching in your pockets for a Faz-token to play the arcade, but you couldn't find any. You sighed, realizing you probably wasted it, or perhaps gave it up to that annoying birthday kid. You were about to look for an exit, when you heard the door open.

She found you. And this time you didn't have anywhere to run. You just stood still, slowly accepting you will have to pay that fine to the company, until she finally spoke.

- There you are!- She said, approaching you.- You gave me a scare, don't do that... Ever again!

She furrowed her eyebrows at you, which you didn't even know those robots can do. You smiled at that, and she looked a bit dumbfounded. But after a second, she also smiled.

- Ah! I bet I'm your favorite, huh?- She asked, leaning against one of the machines. You just hoped she wouldn't break it. Your stay here was awful so far, and you at least hoped to play one game.

- Well, not really, but... You can be! If you let me play!- You said, pointing to one of the arcades. " Midnight Motorists Pt. 2 " was written on the machine, and the screen was still at the " You loosed!" from somebody else's game play.

- Oh, really? You want to lose again?- She chuckled, but you only nodded.- Well, I guess you can play before I get you out of here.

She approached the machine, clicking whatever botton she could. Her hands were huge, and the claws delicately scratched the screen, as she finally managed to get through the title screen.

- There you go!- She said, looking proud of herself. You approached the machine, and slowly pressed start. The animatronic behind you was watching you closely. The game was simple- just driving, and avoiding other cars.

You got somehow through the first two stages, but the third one was more difficult. Because of the small scratch the wolf made on the screen you couldn't see the other cars. It was annoying how you kept on losing. The animatronic behind you also got a bit annoyed by it.

- Give that to me!- She said, shoving you away from the machine. But she also couldn't beat it.

- This game is stupid!- She exclaimed, looking at you.- Let's find a new one!

She quickly took your arm in her metallic hand, and ran towards the other end of the room. Another arcade game stood there.

- Let's try this one!- She said, letting you stand behind her as she tried to play. Her hands were a bit too big for the machine,but you enjoyed watching her try. After losing she would let you try playing, and you lost you would let her play again.

Guess she really became your favorite because of those games.

#fnaf #fnafsb #fnafsecuritybreach #securitybreach #fnafimagines #fnaffanfic #roxanne wolf #fnaf roxanne #roxanne wolf x reader #fazbear entertainment

[laiqualaurelote]

“Trying to lasso yourself a coach, then?” calls Keeley from where she is lounging against the brick wall by the clubhouse doors - where Trent used to wait, which is just dirty pool.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” says Trent stiffly, power-walking to his car to avoid her. “Are you stalking me?”

“Rubbish, I’m waiting for Roy.” Keeley unpeels herself from the wall and clatters after him, phone in one hand, rose-pink bubble tea concoction in the other. “I’m just doing it in the parking lot, is all. Where I heard somebody waited for one-and-a-half hours after he got fired, and locked his keys in his car, like the smooth operator he is.”

“I did not - how do you even know how long I was here?”

“Security timed you.”

“We are not having this conversation,” hisses Trent, fumbling for his keys.

“This is for all the times you followed us around asking invasive questions about our personal lives,” says Keeley mercilessly. “Anyway, don’t get your hairnet in a twist, I think it’s perfectly adorable.”

Trent is under no illusions that he could do Keeley’s job. He is painfully aware, however, that she was very good at his current job, and he has the growing suspicion that she might also excel at certain aspects of his previous one. “What do you want, Keeley?” he says wearily.

“I want Ted to be happy,” says Keeley bluntly. “And I’ve used my cute little brain to analyse the situation, and I’ve decided you’ll do.”

She taps Trent in the chest with a perfectly manicured fingernail. It is a pale peach shade, with tiny chrysanthemums picked out at the tip in gold. Trent notices these details with the clarity with which the moments before imminent catastrophe are shaded.

“First of all,” he snaps, “my job now is to avoid PR disasters, not create them, and these are the last public relations you’d ever want to have publicking about. And secondly I highly doubt Ted would be interested. In relations.”

“Oh, Trent,” says Keeley in tones of such pity that Trent briefly considers packing up and moving to Canada, where he will never have to undergo the mortifying ordeal of being known ever again.

“What’re you talking about?” says Roy, who has manifested in the parking lot like a grizzled harbinger of doom, causing Trent to bang his elbow painfully on a door handle and mutter “Fuck.”

“It’s just girl talk, babe - ”

“It is PR talk,” says Trent in despair, “we are discussing PR things, like professionals - ”

“ - go wait for me in the car, yeah?”

“Big whoop,” says Roy, and walks off.

“You are not to discuss any of this with the Diamond Dogs,” says Trent desperately. “I invoke embargo.”

“You can’t embargo shit,” retorts Keeley. “But don’t you worry, Trent Crimm. Keeley’s got her eye on you now.”

The Truth Shall Make Ye Fret (T | 14,493 words)

#ted lasso #trent crimm #trent crimm: the independent #ted lasso/trent crimm #ted x trent #keeley jones #roy kent #ted lasso fic #fic update

[honestlyandrogynousnightmare]

So I know the struggle of not having anything to read so I thought I'd make a list of some of my favourite fics on ao3, if you ever want any more then hmu I have quite a few bookmarked I'll just share the ones that I can read 10 times and still not get bored. FYI they all have happy endings and most are quite long (we're talking 60000+), obv all merthur.

**enjoy my detailed eloquent summaries**

So close and I'm halfway to it by ariadne_odair

Probably my favourite fic ever, honestly I could go on about it for days. It's set in the canon era (I guess it's kind of like a season 4 rewrite? Certain episodes are directly rewritten but there are a load of new plot points and stuff). Its quite long, but the magic reveal is perfect and I love the take on Arthur as a character, as they make him into less of a complete idiot but a rational adult lol. Anyway, you'll probably cry, theres a lot of hugging, would totally recommend.

And like the cycle of the year we begin again by katgerynefromphilly

I feel like most people have read this but just incase you havent...here you go. Not much to say about this tbh, its ending we all deserved.

The Dark Road Will Lead Us Where We Want to Be by accordingtomel

Basically Merlin saves Arthur using magic in front of the entire court and Arthur does everything he can to make sure he doesnt die. I adore this fic because it shows that even in a situation where Arthur doesnt have time to think and consider what to do with Merlin, his first choice is always to save him. This fic includes Uther being a dick as usual but yknow.

Fractured Magic by LumaCanisLupus_22

This entire fic is pretty much porn but oh well.

No really, it's a super well written sky high AU and its infuriating to read because these two are such idiots but arghh welp you have to read to find out

Though again, I warn you, a lot of this fic is smut so yknow

Tales of Magic by amithia

Coffee shop au. That's all you need to know. Quite adorable.

fate rests heavily on your shoulders by queerofthedagger

Quite a lot shorter than anything else I've recommended, basically Arthur overhears the conversation merlin and (ghost)Uther are having when he reveals his magic. Quite sad but also adorable, I keep returning to it because I think its pretty good as far as magic reveals go

Caesura by StormDancer

Oh god I love this one. Basically merlin has an extreme case of writers block (oh yeah hes secretly the writer of the book they're analysing at uni that Arthur keeps insulting...whoops). No but its adorable, Merlin needs a hug.

To the world that never let you be by ImperialMint

You'll cry. A lot. Basically the perfect magic reveal. Arthur sees that merlin has scars and he questions him about them so merlin reveals him magic but he pretty much explains all the things hes done and how he got the scars. Again, sad.

It has a happy ending like everything I read but still, I cried throughout the entire second half of it.

Anywayyyyy enjoy! If you ever need anymore then hmu, I have loads more in my bookmarked haha

#merlin #Merlin #bbc Merlin #merthur #bbc merthur #merthur fic recs #fic recs #merlin fanfic #merthur fanfic #fanfiction #fanficiton recommendations #merlin x arthur #arthur x Merlin

[milkytheholy1]

HC 3: Mornings

Request: I don't know if we can particularly request here but how about what mornings (whenever they do) waking up with them are like? Don't know if I'd need to be more specific lol.

A/N: It's fine to ask in the comments I don't particularly mind. Also, I do want to stress that I am taking a short break from writing full-length fics and I'm kinda just sticking to HCs and short requests rn. If I find the time to do some of the fic requests I've got then I will do them but otherwise, I'm sorry if you have requested a fic cause it might be a week or two until you see it.

Headcanon is set in Bayverse.

Leo: 💙

Leo will always be awake before you.

On a rare occasion, when he had been out all night on patrol, you had woken up before him.

He looked so small cuddled up next to you.

He thinks the same when he sees your tiny frame pushed up against his.

Couldn't imagine waking up to a better sight.

Will run his fingers through your hair, careful not to wake you up.

His eyes will flicker to the alarm clock on his nightstand.

He's counting down the minutes until he has to pry himself away from your warmth so he can start training.

When that alarm goes off, it's quickly silenced.

He hasn't moved yet, the thought not even crossing his mind that he needs to go somewhere.

He loves the way he can feel your even breaths against his plastron.

It sends his heart crazy.

Will put his leader role aside so he can stay huddled with you for a little while longer.

Rat dad is very angry his star pupil has missed training, whoops.

Raph: ❤️

Is definitely spooning you when you wake up.

It's a 50/50 on who wakes up first when you sleep with Raph.

If you wake up first, you'll wiggle around in his arms trying to see his sleeping face.

It's not very often you get to see a look of peace on his profile.

Although he'll wake up not too soon after grumbling that you awoke him.

If Raph wakes up before you, he'll lay there and admire your features.

He still can't believe that you willingly choose to lay beside him at night, let alone date him.

Brings you closer into his plastron so he can feel your warmth spread around his body.

Won't admit this out loud, but Raph is a weakling for morning hugs.

Especially when it's just you and him in the darkness of his room, blanket securely wrapped around you both.

Hates having to leave you, especially when you give him the puppy-dog eyes from over the blanket.

Hates that he gives into them so easily.

But he loves that he can feel your warmth again, as well as some sweet kisses.

Donnie: 💜

The only time he sleeps in his own bed is when you stay over.

You'll be first to wake up if he's had a long night of tinkering in his lab.

You gaze at his face, frowning at the dark bags under his eyes.

But your eyes brighten when you see the dopey smile on his face.

He'll feel your gaze on his face and tug you into his chest.

If Donnie wakes up first, he'll just stare at you.

Analysing all the small details he's never seen before.

The freckles around your nose? He's counted them all.

16 to be precise.

He notices the way your hair colour gets darker and darker towards the roots, the scientific logic flowing through his mind as his eyes study each thin strand.

He's usually too awestruck to say or do anything when you're sleeping peacefully next to him.

Is too afraid to move in case he wakes you up.

Leo will definitely yell at him for being late for training.

Mikey: 🧡

The first time you stayed over, as a couple, he kinda treated it as a normal sleepover.

But when you asked to share a bed with him realisation kicked in.

Waking up to you in the morning must be his favourite thing in the world.

When Mikey stays over at your's, he is 100% the last to wake up.

Only because he doesn't have to get up to train at a ridiculous time, so he enjoys the times when he can have a lay-in.

If you're staying over at the lair, he'll be awake before you.

After all, he is the cook of the family and has to make breakfast for everyone.

If he feels like it, or when he knows you're having a tough time, he'll bring you breakfast in bed.

He'll chill with you until he has to go train or some other ninja responsibility calls.

Somedays, you both will refuse to move out of bed and just end up playing video games for most of the day.

When he wakes up first he gets bored quite quickly.

Will proceed to prod your face until you slap his hand away, now fully awake.

You don't stay mad for long when you hear his laughter.

#tmnt #tmnt Donnie #tmnt leo #tmnt mikey #tmnt ralph #tmnt bayverse #teenage mutant ninja turtles #Teenage Mutant Hero Turtles #Headcanon #request #reader #fan #fluff

[talesofphantombandits]

Zero to Six ~ First Impressions Count - Edited Version. Part 4.

Characters: Four X Zero (OC)

Summary: Zero was the first person to be ‘saved’ by One, she was his first honorary Ghost. Her knowledge in tech meant she got the role of ‘Hacker’ she recruited new team members, looked for missions and locations and made sure every security measure was looked at. You know normal hacker spy stuff. But her tough up bringing meant that if needs be she could fight, she was maybe even better than some people on the team knew. But due to One’s protectiveness over her she had to stay hidden, she was more of an actual ghost than the rest of the team was. This didn’t mean she couldn’t have her fun though, over the months of being with the full team she had formed quite a passionate love/ hate relationship with the handsome Four. Who knows what sparks would fly if they were ever to meet.  Warnings: Slight swearing, some suggestive flirting in later chapters.

Tagg list: (I know this is a edit of my original story but if anyone wants to be tagged let me know.) @raylan-c 

“Earth to Lilly.” 

Zero barley saw the hand in front of her face, she was too busy trying to not look around the room for Four that her assigned name for the mission didn’t register with her. But when she finally noticed the movement in front of her she looked up to see Five accompanied by the man she entered with. 

“Hi, what would you guys like to drink?” She praised herself for saving it, the guy probably just thought she was having a bad day or something, it didn’t really matter as he stumbled away from the bar, probably too drunk to notice any thing that was going on. 

“You okay?” Five leaned on the bar so she was closer to Zero. She looked towards the back of the room where Four stood now with a pretty blonde on his arm. “Scrubs up well doesn’t he?” 

Zero looked from Four to the beautiful woman in front of her. “You nervous?” 

Zero shook her head, letting out a short laugh. “Why would I be nervous? It’s not like he’s going to ever know who I am, even if he does come over to the bar. He’ll never know he talked to Zero, the infamous hacker.” 

“You two clicked so easily the first time we all met, I’m pretty sure it’s going to happen the same way in person.” Zero picked up a glass and started drying it just to distract herself. 

Suddenly more people came up and crowded the bar around Five, Zero stood up straighter and got back into character. “What would you like to drink Ma’am.” 

“A Tequila on the rocks with a lime would do just nicely.” Five smiled at her, putting her arms onto the bar. Zero just raised her eyebrows but smiled and got started on the drink. 

She finished the drink and slid it across the bar to which Five caught and took a swig, “Keep the change sweetie.” She winked as she threw a few dollars at Zero.

She scoffed as the woman pushed off the bar and made her way back to the sleazy guy who now had his arm around another woman.

“Hey Lilly, will you go change barrel 2, cheers darling.” Her manger for the night tapped her on the shoulder. 

Maybe a trip to the cellar would clear her head of any thoughts of Four, she’d need a clear head to be able to concentrate on the mission in hand. And not to be drooling over Four.

This was the only time she wished she could have her coms on her, the sound of Three’s accent would definitely calm her nervous. She knew there was a chance Four would come up to the bar at some point and with only her and another dude working there was a 50/50 chance he’d come to her to be served.

As she reached the top of the cellar stairs and started to make her way down the hall, the sounds of party goers got louder, and as she turned the corner to go back to her spot behind the bar she stopped dead in her tracks.

Leaning against the bar right where she was suppose to be serving was Four, he was looking around the room analysing who was the best person to get information from no doubt. She couldn’t help but fight for breath as he ran his hand through his slicked black blonde hair, why did this man have to look so fine?

She only snapped back to reality when her bar mate slightly shoved her to move out the way so he could get to the liqueur behind her. She finally worked up the confidence to make her way over to Four so she could take his drink order, when a very beautiful blonde woman walked into his arms, wrapped her arms around his waist and buried her face into his neck. Zero almost froze again out of shock but she was distracted by another man in front of her demanding a drink.

Guess you could say saved by the bell? Once she had served the man she finally made her way over to Four and the woman. She could tell as she got closer that they were flirting, she felt a sudden irritation that, that woman wasn’t her but shook it off when she remembered this was a mission and One would kill Four with his bare hands if he ever started any sort of relationship outside of the ghosts.

“What can I get you both?” The Irish accent was so foreign to her, one of the other things that her and Four had bonded over was that they were both British, so I guess you could say the change in accent was vital to not giving away her identity. She played it off though as Four placed his order without even looked her way. Too distracted by the blonde that was now sucking on his neck like a vampire, this made Zero gag in disgust.

She got to making the order of a big glass of rosé wine and a beer, it distracted her from the rated R scene unfolding in front of her. As she placed the wineglass on the counter the woman finally looked up and saw her alcohol was ready to consume.

“Are you trying to get me drunk sir?” She giggled and leaned into him again.

Zero just rolled her eyes, she placed the beer bottle a little too hard on the counter. A drop of beer flew out over the rim of the glass and splashed on his jacket sleeve and hand. Four’s eyes instantly snapped up to Zero’s, she was taken aback by how deep the green of his eyes were.

She had to take a step back. “Whoops.”  She titled her head, raising a eyebrow as Four just stared at her in shock. Her eyes were momentarily directed to the blonde by his side as she scoffed in disgust at the interaction, or the loss of attention she was now getting.  

Zero just smiled at the woman, then decided to let Four mull over the tiny interaction for a bit as she made her way a little down the bar to serve other people.  All the time she worked she could feel Fours eyes burning into the side of her head, she couldn’t help but laugh at how she knew the blonde was reacting when she caught him staring. She knew there was definitely a connection between herself and Four, It was strong just talking over coms but here right in front of him she felt like she was on fire. The worst thing being that she couldn’t do anything about it, it pained her greatly that he was sat there, right in front of her and he didn’t even know who she was. 

She wondered if he’d felt it too, the electricity between them. By the way he kept looking over at her she had a feeling he had, but she couldn’t rush to conclusions not when One wouldn’t hear any of her pleas to meet the team in person. He either shouted at her or just completely ignored her. As she made her way back to the couple she noticed the blonde woman walking off, she highly doubt she’d leave Four’s side for very long. She probably left to go to the little girls room, Zero took this as a sign to go see if he wanted another drink and if not this was her chance to talk to him without his annoying friend. 

She’d only took two steps in Four’s direction when a hand grabbed her upper arm, she looked at it with a bored expression. Her eyes trailing up the arm to find a very drunk old man, with a red and blotchy face looking back at her.  This is the one thing she didn’t miss about social interaction, the creeps that think they can just lay their hands on woman without permission, she was going to enjoy messing this guy up. 

He leaned over the bar as far as he could. “Get me a drink wench.” He slurred.

She turned to face him calmly. “I suggest you get your hand off of me, and act a bit more respectfully. Do you know where you are sir?” She tried not to show in her voice just how irritated she was. This guy was so drunk he couldn’t even look Zero in the eye without going cross eyed. 

She sensed movement to her right. “She asked you to let go of her mate.” She turned to look at Four who just winked at her.  The cheek of this guy. 

But Zero could handle herself, she’d had two years in seclusion with no fun what was causing a little chaos? Sure One would have something to say about it but she wasn’t scared of him.  She suddenly covered the mans hand with her free hand and pulled his arm until his full body crashed against the bar, it was hard enough to shock the man back to his senses but not enough to make a big scene. He started to struggle and pant against the hard wood, Zero bent down so the guy could see her. 

“When a lady asks you to let her go, you let go.” She let go of him, he shot up and gave her a cold stare. “Learn some manners, or the next woman you piss off won’t let you off so kindly.” He stumbled away but not without muttering a ‘Bitch’ in her direction. 

She knew that Four was still off to the side, she looked over and saw the entertained look on his face. “I’d say thank you but I did all the work, so I won’t.” She said as she cleared some glasses to be washed off the bar. 

“Hey, I was enjoying the show, plus I wouldn’t have stopped you from hurting that ass-hole. Besides, it looked like you had it all under control I was just going to jump in if things got ugly.” He sat back in the stool right in front of where she started cleaning the glasses. 

“Still it wouldn’t be a good night in a bar without a fight would it?” She smiled up at Four only to find him already staring at her in awe, she didn’t know when they had lent in so close to each other. But the moment between them was ruined when the high pitched shrill of the blonde was heard over Four’s shoulder. Zero sighed and moved back again.

“Baby.” She slurred more than she had earlier, Zero was in no doubt she’d taken something in the restroom. “Grab me another wine and come cuddle with me in the booth.” She rested up against him again and give him the ugliest puppy dog eyes Zero had ever seen. 

‘I hope she’s worth the information Four’ Zero thought to herself. The best way of getting information on old rich men was getting his sugar baby drunk and send in a younger more handsome man to seduce her, that was Four’s tactic anyway. 

As soon as Zero put the wine glass on the bar the blonde snatched it up and took a big gulp, she then started to pull Four off to a booth in the back.  Zero wished for more time talking to Four, hell she even wished it was her pulling him off to a dark booth in the back. She shook her head, she’d never have that but it’s okay because she knew One wouldn’t approve anyway.  

Before the blonde could pull Four completely away from the bar he turned to Zero and mouthed a ‘sorry’ paired with a charming smile that made her heart sing.  To her surprised the blonde also turned to look back at Zero, she gave her the slimmest of grins. Like she knew she’d ultimately won Four’s affections, Zero’s only response was to flip her off. To which the blonde scoffed and disappeared into the darker corner of the room. 

Zero’s mind wandered to what Four thought she looked like, if he thought she was like the blonde he would be sourly disappointed. She wanted to ask One if Four had ever enquired about her but she knew the answer she’d get if she ever asked anything about Four. 

Zero served for another hour or so, and it was just her luck that right as her shift was about to end a fight broke out. She thought this was suppose to be a classy place, but then again where there is booze there’s going to be fights.

 She leapt over the bar to try help the other people break it up but in the process she got sucker punched by one of the guys who totally missed his mark.  She fell to the floor but was quickly helped by a nice woman how offered to look at her wound, she declined. Convincing the woman she’d be fine and promising to put ice on it when she got home. 

Zero was making her way to the back exit when she felt her phone buzz in her pocket, she stopped just outside the fire exit. It was One calling for a debrief in one of the hotel kitchens. The text must have been meant for only her and Five, so she made her way out of the exit and found the backpack with a change of clothes she’d hidden as she’d come in.  She changed into some black leather pants, a black top with long mesh sleeves and a leather jacket. She took the wig off, ruffling out her naturally short hair and stuffed it in the backpack with everything else then tossed it into a nearby dumpster. 

She set off and rounded the front of the building, entering the main lobby like a normal guest she was supposed to be.  When she finally entered the back kitchen she was relived to only see Five, who turned and looked at Zero when she closed the door behind her. Her face soon fell to shocked, like she wasn’t expecting her to be there Zero was about to ask what that was all about but Five rushed forwards. 

“Zero your lip!” It was only in this moment that Zero felt the wetness on her chin, she reached a hand up only to pull it away and see the crimson liquid on her finger tips. “Here take a seat.”  Zero did as Five asked and hoisted herself up on a counter top. 

Five turned and walked away, only returning in front of Zero when she had located the medical kit.

She was cleaning the blood off of Zero’s chin with what she assumed was a septic wipe when One appeared in the kitchen, he took one look at Zero then went feral.  “WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!” 

Taken aback at his sudden outburst, Zero held her hands up. “Woah! what do you mean what am I doing here? You sent me a text to meet in the kitchens!” 

“What! no I didn’t, I only sent that to the rest of the team.” Zero held up her phone to show One he definitely sent her the text. 

He swore under his breath and proceeded to barrel towards her. “You need to leave! right now!.” But before he could get her off the surface of the work top they all heard laughter and talking coming towards them from the hall.

One backed off, run his hand through his hair, nervous at the events that were about to unfold. 

“I’m telling you! you should have seen it, it was like she was sucking the soul out of his body. She was literally eating his face.” Three laughed as he held the door open for Two and Four. “Poor Four didn’t know what to do with himself, the only action he’s seen recently is over coms with Zero!” Three poked a red faced Four in the chest while laughing at his discomfort.   Both were blissfully unaware of the three people standing behind them panicked, this wasn’t suppose to happen, Zero was never meant to be the same room with the full team, she didn’t even have time to process how happy she was to see her only family finally in front of her.

As his laughter died down, Three and Four turned to the middle of the room. Three hosting himself up on a counter and Four leaning on the door frame. Two had been seizing Zero up the moment she stepped into the room, typical of an ex spy always fully alert. Zero thought to herself that she wouldn’t be at all surprised if Two knew exactly who she was. 

When it finally registered, the whole room went silent the whole team just stared at Zero, even Five had stopped patching Zero’s lip up, she looked at her for help but Five suddenly found the floor to be extremely interesting. The only person not looking was One, who was leaning over a table most likely trying to come up with a solution to this disaster.

Out of everyone in that room she had expected Two to be the one to make the first move, she was however shocked when it was Four who spoke up. “Are we just not going to discuss the stranger in the room? Why is the bartender here?” So he recognised her, he tilted his head cutely as they stared each other down. This little shit also had the audacity to smirk at her. “and why is Five giving her first aid?” 

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[notmrskennedy]

NSYNC’s Greatest Hit

Spencer Reid x GN!Reader

A/N - So I wrote this on national coming out day in like twenty minutes. Here we are much later but I hope you like it. Hopefully as much as I liked my bestie’s edits on it (btw I hope you get the title joke - I’m such a nerd whoops)

Summary - Reader doesn’t know how to tell their best friend that they’re bi...

W/C - 1.4k

Warnings - I swear like a sailor’s mother and general coming out anxiety 

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“So, did you like the movie?” he asks and if I’m completely being honest, I’ve forgotten he’s speaking to me. Spencer’s been splitting his time between excitedly explaining what I think might be the plot of this Saturday night movie, and animatedly telling the Saturday night movie—and I might be wrong—to fuck off. But I can’t be 100% sure.

Because the movie’s in Korean.

And he’s forgotten how to speak English for the last hour and a half.

I’ve known Spencer for a really long time, and we’ve had our fair share of grievances over the last however long we’ve been practically family. My biggest problem with him, though, was that he never would explain the plot of a movie to me in English. He would sit on my couch, eat my popcorn, promise that this time will be different, and then explain an entire Korean film to me in Korean. As if I hadn’t barely passed high school!

Sure, I never really mind the rambling—English, or whatever his new language obsession is—but tonight is different. Tonight, I’m more focused on where my ex-roommate had stashed her very forgotten vodka bottle in this stupid apartment. Or if the liquor store around the corner would sell to a girl who didn’t really look 23 and had lost her license.

I know Spencer is staring at me, but I can’t break the circle of thoughts. Vodka, liquor store, vodka, liquor store, vodka—

Can’t he stop looking at me? Can’t he stop looking at the sweat beading on my forehead? Just quit analysing the way I’m biting my nails off, finger by finger? Can’t he just stop looking? Before I fucking combust?

It’s hard enough to admit to myself that maybe—just maybe—I’m not just jealous of pretty girls. And maybe—just maybe—it’s not all that dissimilar to how I look at pretty boys. Because there are a lot of girls that are pretty. Ethereal. Too fucking hot for me to form a coherent sentence.

How is this unobservant idiot going to take the news? I didn’t take it well, and I admitted it to myself!

Here we are, sitting on this ragged old couch—the one that he nearly had a coronary over when I told him I’d got it over Craigslist—imprinted with the pair of us. What am I going to do if he doesn’t take the news well and I have to stare at this couch every day? What am I going to do with a reminder of the friendship I’d lost?

“Y/N? Am I speaking Korean again?” he asks again and I swallow in acknowledgement. If I just move my head. Come on, Y/N, just look at him. There’s no point though; if I look at him, I have to actually tell him. Actually come out of the closet. I haven’t thought up a good joke yet to ease the inevitable pain.

But he’s Dr. Freaking Spencer Reid, FBI profiler! Shouldn’t he be able to see right through me? He should know. It would be so much easier if he just knew. I want him to be able to read my mind and tell me what I should tell him.

“It’s not Korean,” I finally manage to force out. His eyebrows furrow, his cheeks tighten, his brain is working three million miles an hour to determine if I’m dying.

It’s not dying, it’s...wanting to shrink back into the couch cushions so I don’t have to work up the courage. The courage I’ve been trying to work up for weeks. The courage that is keeping my eyes on the screen even as the credits begin to roll.

He nudges me with his elbow. “Are you—are you okay? You seem kind of shaken up.”

I chance a glance at his adorable, concerned, puppy eyes and think about crying. This is Spencer—my best friend—and if he doesn’t know already, then maybe I should just stay in the closet.

What if I shattered our relationship? I mean, I know that Spencer isn’t going to hate me over this, but my brain is throwing a fit. I feel like I could run or puke ‒‒even before I’ve had the chance to drown my worries with an entire liquor store‒‒ or god, maybe both. My brain is screaming that he’ll laugh, make some comment about a threesome. I mean, what if Dr. Spencer Reed was secretly some dude-bro in a…fantastic disguise?

Peeking over, he’s definitely not a dude-bro. The rose-coloured tie is hint enough.

Spencer was so adamant about routines, distrusted change, thrived on reliability. We’d been having the same ancient fight over who was the better Doctor for at least eight years. If I changed, would he recover? Let alone, would I recover if this changed our friendship? Could I still live up to his expectations? Would he still just see me as me? Would I no longer be Y/N, but attention-seeking, indecisive Y/N?

Jesus Christ, they don’t tell you that coming out is way too fucking nerve-wracking at Orientation to Not Being Heterosexual.

“Earth to Y/N,” Spencer sing-songs, “what’s going on?”

Oh, yeah. Gotta use actual real-life words. “Oh, right, yeah. Sorry, I just—I’m just—why is this so freakin’ hard?”

Spencer groans, whines, and then drops his head into his hands. “Morgan was right, right? You’re in love with me or something and I just—“

“What?” I turn entirely towards him. Don’t even bother keeping the shock off my face. “Derek thinks I’m in love with you?”

I can’t help the laugh that bubbles out. Even when he blushes and stutters and can’t look me in the eyes anymore. It’s a blinding change of pace. He runs his fingers through his hair, tries not to let his voice wobble too much. “Are you?”

I laugh harder and wipe the tears from my eyes. “No, I’m not in love with you, Spencer. You’re like my brother.”

The relieved sigh he lets out can be heard around the world. The ‘thank god’ is harder to miss.

“Dude, I can’t believe Morgan thinks I’m in love with you. Out of everyone on your team, I’d totally be screwing Elle.”

The silence is deafening. Oh shit.

Even with the air sucked out my lungs, I fill the fucking silence royally well. “I mean—I was—there—I was going to tell you that—that—that I think I’m bi—bisexual, I mean—you know? Women and men. Men and women?”

I glance over to Spencer—jaw dropped, eyebrows furrowed, nose pinched. I know it’s him just processing the two tons of information I’d just thrown at him. I know he’s just being Spencer about it, trying his best to think before he speaks. But Jesus, would it kill him to say something?

“It explains a lot,” he bluntly snorts. A truly unhelpful tidbit of information. I groan and think about curling into a little ball. He pauses to smile to himself, nudging my foot with his. “It’s not bad! Garcia just keeps talking about how much you smile at Elle and the whole cuffed jeans thing—it just—it just makes sense.”

It was my turn to drop my jaw, but he doesn’t stop trying to prove his point that everything is starting to make sense. If anything he gets more excited. “And did you know that 3.4 women identify as lesbian or bisexual? Or that 3.6 men do? Or that Americans are more likely to report same-sex attraction but not identify as part of the community?”

“So you aren’t weirded out?”

“No,” he answers, “Why would I be? Did you think I’d be upset? Is that why you’ve been weird?”

I scrub my hands over my face. “Um, yeah, Spencer. Usually, it’s pretty hard to come out of the closet. Especially to people you respect.”

He muddles over what I’ve said. His fingers keep digging at a crease in his pants. Maybe thirty seconds later—a long thirty seconds—he cocks his head to the side and states, clear as mud, “I would’ve thought it’d be easy because you know me. I mean, you know that about me.”

“Know what about you?”

“I thought you knew that I’m sexually attracted to men and women.”

My throat constricts—not because I’m freaked out about it—but because I’m freaked out. “Did I miss this conversation?”

“I mean, I told you about how hot the main character of the movie is. And about how his girlfriend is really hot too. Did you miss that part? I spent nearly the last half hour—”

“Korean, Spencer,” I sigh. “It was in fucking Korean.”

“Oh!” he chirps and squirms like a puppy. “In that case, we get to talk about it again!”

“English, please,” I beg, and everything seems as it should be. Even if seeing the indecisive nature of our Swedish fish and sour patch kids popcorn bowl means something a little more.

#spencer reid #spencer reid fanfiction #dr spencer reid #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fanfic #Criminal Minds #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid self insert #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x you

[princessofshazabah]

Um um um sge characters as girl in red's new album "if i could make it go quiet" songs/lyrics

**doesn't include hornylovesickmess because i could not match that up no matter how hard i tried**

Serotonin

Hmm definitely gives Tedros or Dot vibes, both very surface level happy but the actual lyrics are dark like their back stories

Did You Come?

ignoring the actual, extremely nsfw meaning of this song, it's giving book 1 agatha vibes when she realizes how bad sophie has been to her + and how she deserves someone better.

Body And Mind

when i first listened to it it was SOOO painfully sophie book 2-3, however i think it could be agatha book 2 (or maybe,,, never!agatha??) as well. there's no lyric video for this one so i have to listen really hard lmao but this is my fav out of the album

midnight love

the actual vibe reminds me of anadil or reena but again there is no lyric video and my attention span is so short i cannot focus on the lyrics-- so i have to Google them..

"able to look you right in the eyes, say im not your consolation prize"

"I can't be your second best, close but not your favorite, i keep going back for more, when there's nothing from before"

...yep definitely anadil

You Stupid Bitch

THE VIBE IS SO HESTER ITS ALMOST SICKENING!!! ngl when i first listened to this i immediately thought of agaster

"You don't know what you deserve, and that's why you end up hurt, but you never listen, take my advice as criticism, then make the worst decisions"

MY INTUITION WAS RIGHT, THIS IS AN AGASTER SONG 100%

Rue

The lyrics feel like Sophie book 2 when she's trying to prove to Agatha that she's her friend but it backfires

"Yeah i tried to get it off my mind, to leave it all behind, don't wanna make it worse, I'm gonna make it work"

Apartment 402

Without even listening to the song/analysing the lyrics it felt like a Nicola song. Let's see if my intuition is right 3 times in a row

...this is an extremely dark song now that im paying attention to the lyrics. the only lyrics that really relate to nicola are "the place i call my home, yeah i could die here and nobody would know" i'm assuming this song is about depression but i can't think of a time when a character is extremely depressed? correct me if im wrong

.

yes the songs name is just "." i found a lyric video guys!!it seems like an angsty tedros song tbh-- and i was correct again. this is 100% awwp tedros

"it's been so hard, ever since you broke my heart, but ill never tell, honey im not doing so well"

"when i see you with her, it only gets worse, and oh how it hurts, i can't say"

I'll Call You Mine

FUN FACT WHEN I WAS IN THE MIDDLE OF DOING THIS ONE I SEARCHED UP THE WRONG SONG-- WHOOPS

anyways the lyrics are just fun couple stuff and Nobody in this series actually does that-- maybe hicola but that would be a stretch. sorry to end this post on a disappointing note!

#sge #school for good and evil #agatha of woods beyond #agatha of camelot #tedros of camelot #sophie of woods beyond #hester of ravenswood #dot of nottingham #nicola of woods beyond #anadil of bloodbrook #reena of pasha dunes #girl in red #if i could make it go quiet