#This may just be the ramblings of someone who should be asleep

[alieinthemorning]

Sorry if this goes against the rules (dark nature but idk if this counts) but like, can u write about Leona feeling especially depressed and not being able to even get out of bed, then the reader-insert comes to wake him up (on behalf of Ruggie) and then realised and comforts him? Like angst to comfort! But no rush and no worries if this request is declined! I'll just ask something else then!

Lean on Me [Leona Kingscholar]

Content: Depressed Leona Kingscholar, Blood and Injury, Literal Sleeping Together, Bathing/Washing, Hurt/Comfort, Strong Language

Pronouns: None

Continuation of: For Thee, Not for Me [Leona Kingscholar || Malleus Draconia]

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He knew he should have just stayed in bed. Shouldered this shit on Ruggie (he was competent enough), and just not have been fucking bothered.

But he did, and it came with consequences (other than him leaving his bed).

He wasn't paying attention, too stuck in his own head to realize that one of the mutts had fucked up, and the damn disc was headed straight for his noggin.

Shit was flying fast enough that it knocked him clear on his ass. It hurt like hell, the pain in the side of his head and his back, but shit—he'd rather be on the fucking ground than possibly bleeding to death than standing and acting like he wasn't on the fucking cliff's edge.

But then there you were (of course you were), kneeling beside him as you assessed the damages. You gently brushed the sticky brown locks away from the wound, wincing at what you saw. You caught your bottom lip between your teeth as you silent contemplated something.

He opened his mouth, ready to stop you from doing something stupid (that stupid thing being saving his life).

But it was too late.

“Worry not, there’s nothing for you to abide by. Leave all your worries to me. For Me, Not Thee.”

And then he was sitting up with just left with a dull headache,

and your unconscious body that fell into his lap.

You'd been asleep for a week now. Vita told him that it was a combination of a White Cold and Rapid Blot Accumulation. She told him that it wasn't his fault, that you were well aware of the consequences of overusing your Signature Spell.

Epel did bother hiding his glare. He was pissed, and rightfully so. He may have looked up to him, but he considered you as family. And here he was sitting at your bedside, as if he had the fucking right.

But regardless of Epel's silent furry, he remained there.

But he knew that wasn't it.

"You fucked up." Ruggie had told him one day as he had delivered his lunch. He didn't tell him to do, but his reasoning had to do with you.

"If you don't feed you, and I don't feed you, guess who's gonna be pissed."

When he asked Ruggie to watch you, he never expected for him to actually befriend you. He even stopped taking the money he had been paying him, calling it dirty money. He shrugged it off, less money out of his pocket.

"You better start learning how to grovel, Prince." Title, no name. "Or else someone else will force you on your knees.

If he had been paying attention to his surroundings, you wouldn't have been laying here. If he had been paying attention to you, he would have realized that you weren't fit to even be at practice that day (because he knows that you'd fight him tooth and nail to heal whoever was hurt).

Zigvolt had given him a good right hook when he appeared in the infirmary. Silver was there as well, he could have stopped him, but he didn't (and he didn't blame him).

"You'd best pray to any and all gods that will listen, Kingscholar." His eyes flashed with something dangerous—a promise. "May my lord forgive me for what I will do to you."

Hell, he should have just stayed in bed and wallowed like a fucking coward.

Draconia appeared late at night before Vita officially kicked him out. He simply looked over your sleeping form with a pitiful look on his face.

That didn't wash away when his eerie Fae gaze found his own muted chartreuse one.

But he didn't, and now you were the one paying the price.

"Oi, Vita." A chair scraping against tile.

Two muffled voices, a door softly shutting, and a sigh.

You give yourself a few more minutes to accumulate to your current setting before slowly opening your eyes.

"Was that Leona, Vita?"

The one frowned as she looked at you over her heart-shaped glasses. "That's really the first thing you ask me?"

You give a dismissive hum, "...I suppose so."

"You are such a—yes, that was him."

"Okay." And then you closed your eyes again.

Close to a week later is when you were discharged, and allowed to return to classes. And that's exactly what you didn't do. Instead, you went on the prowl for a hiding lion. However, you were surprised to find that he wasn't at any of his usual spots, but instead decaying away in his room.  

The blinds were fully drawn, shielding him from the sunlight that attempt to penetrate. His room was more a mess than usual, as if he had torn through it himself in a fit of rage, before fizzling out and finding his final resting place.

You pursed your lips, that's probably exactly what he did. Oh well, that didn't really matter, so instead of worrying about that, you set about to clean the room.  You heard him shuffle on the bed a bit, but disregarded him until you were finished.

And when you were, you faced him. "..."

"..."

If he wasn't ready to talk, then that was fine. You eyed his body for any external injuries. There didn't seem like there were any, so you turned heel, heading for his en suite bathroom.

"Oi..." It was soft and weak, like he wasn't really addressing you, but just saying it in general confusion. You ignored him in favor of fulling his tub with water and oils (just the way he liked it).

When you were done, you simply gestured to the bath, not waiting to hear any sort of answer because you were already pulling the sheets off the bed before he could protest. So he followed your silent directions and entered the bathroom (leaving the door unlocked).

You made quick work of his bed, then got himself a fresh set of clothes as well as yourself (you knew how he was about outside clothes).

You knocked on the door. "Can I come in?"

"...yeah."

He was fully submerged, a layer of bubbles covering what needed to be covered.

"Can I wash your hair?"

Despite his lips twisting into a frown, he nodded. You knew why. Of course you did. He felt guilty for what happened to you. And yes, maybe, he did have some responsibility for what happened—you also shared in that. You knew that you were getting close to blot, you also knew good and well that taking on Leona's injury would push you over the edge (not to the point of blotting, but damn near close).

But you still took it on, and you'd do it again.

Then hours later, after slipping in and out of dreams, you heard him whisper against your chest.

"Thank you."

"Of course, you can always lean on me, you know." You smiled, setting a kiss on the crown of his head.

"Since I am your healer, after all."

I ended combining these two because I wanted to use this title for the depression piece, but couldn't because I didn't know what else to name the For Thee, Not for Me Continuation. 

SO! I after having a "WAIT FUCK I CAN WORK WITH THIS!" moment, I decided to combine them!

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#alie requests #alie requester: anon #alie requested: AO3: SadgeCamp #leona kingscholar x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader

[amillieaway]

prompt: I’ve been cursed

“So, how’d it go?” Draco’s hopeful gaze met Hermione’s as she entered their shared office. He was leaning towards the door with rapt interest. An uncommon sight for a man usually reclined in his seat, feet kicked up on the table because mandatory Ministry work was utterly beneath him.

“Not good.” Hermione slammed the door with the heel of her boot, tugging self-consciously at her jumper sleeve.

“Care to elaborate? Granger?!” Draco shot up to his feet. “What happened?”

Behind her desk, Hermione folded over her arms, weeping.

Draco stood above her, frozen. His arms were stretched as if to touch her but he’d paused midway, uncertain. A strange sensation burned his stomach, like someone had punched him swiftly in the gut. Hermione was usually so settled. Irritated more than half the time. Bossy the other half. She did not weep or hide her face or make sniffly whale noises. Draco was at a loss for words. And anyone who knew Draco knew he was never at a loss for words.

He shuffled around. Eyed the door, contemplating escape. But her blubbery sob nailed his feet to the floor. He should have taken the meeting himself. “Granger… if you would just tell me what happened, maybe I could… I mean… is there anything I can… I mean… why are you crying… I mean…”

“I’ve been cursed! And it’s all your fault!”

He was stunned. “The old hag cursed you?”

She jumbled up her left sleeve, revealing a black tattoo covering her forearm in intricate moving swirls. “She said I was impure.”

Draco felt the blood drain from his face.

“Not because I’m Muggle-born!” Hermione looked disgusted, reading him like an open book. “Apparently I’ve been marred by love.”

“Your pardon?”

“She said that I’ve been deceitful in dealing with her because of my alliances to a Death Eater. I told her you were only a colleague. And she cursed me for lying to her. She claims you’re in love with me.” Hermione looked livid, which would be reassuring because it was a Hermione-mood Draco knew well. But this was not okay. He wasn’t in love with her. Well. If you called mere admiration love. She was a competent supervisor. And decent lunch conversation. Plus she looked cute in business casual. Especially when her legs were out and she had heels on, those strappy ones that clasped around her dainty ankles. But that was all. Admiration. And fine. Maybe he‘d been a little distraught when she went on a date last Friday. But only because he had to finish their Knockturn Alley restoration proposal alone. One they’d decided was best she present solo because his former Death Eater ties may seem dishonest.

“I’m not… I mean… I don’t think… I mean… how would that even be your fault?” Draco was burning up. Blood was roaring through his ears. He wanted the ground to swallow him up. Granger’s tattoo was moving like a current in his direction.

She looked away, manic curls covering her expression. “Shesaidilovedyouback,” she cough-sniffled.

“What?”

“Which is completely untrue. I told her you were merely good office company. More competent than half the idiots I’ve worked with in the past. And fine. Maybe I like your hair. Is that such a crime? Besides, a well-dressed man is always nice to look at and….”

Draco tuned out her rambling because her cough-sniffle confession was catching up to him. Did she say: she said I loved you back? Or: she said I left you bad? Surely the second made no sense. But the first was even more unusual. Because she wouldn’t. Ever. Would she?

Draco reached for her cursed arm.

“Don’t!” She tore back but it was too late. His finger had grazed her wrist.

Tingling ensued, crawling up his fingers and down the length of his arm as if it had been asleep.

Hurriedly, Draco took off his blazer, flicked his shirt cuff open and rolled up his sleeve. A matching tattoo crept up his arm, its current rushing toward Hermione like a magnetic force. A loud thumping noise echoed in his ears like a heartbeat, except it was quicker than he was used to. He placed his hand on his chest, realizing it didn’t match the vibrations.

“It’s mine,” she confessed, watching him bleakly. “I can hear yours too.”

“Mine?” He swallowed.

“Your heart. The curse, it binds two people together. She said it was one thing to deceive her. But deceiving ourselves was uncouth. It’s meant to be eye-opening.”

“Eye-opening,” he repeated hoarsely.

“She expects us to return with the proposal a month from now. Together. If I manage to make a decent fellow out of you then she’ll help us with the Knockturn efforts.”

“A decent fellow out of me?” Draco scoffed. He was perfectly decent, thank you very much.

“Someone who cares about another’s feelings more than his own,” she elaborated. “She says you’re conceited and selfish.”

“Does she now.”

“That you’ve only ever cared for those who share your blood. She wants to see you care for someone else.”

“If she claims I’m in love with you, doesn’t that prove it?”

“No. You haven’t done anything besides give into your feelings, and even then you’re in denial. She wants to see you change…” She looked up at him with bloodshot eyes, a pained expression on her face. “She doesn’t think you would ever publicly love a Muggle-born witch. That you still think I’m beneath you.”

“That’s not true,” Draco cut in, hating the look in her eyes. She believed the stupid hag. “Come with me.”

Curious as always, Hermione didn’t need much convincing to follow him out the door. Taking the lifts down to the atrium, they entered the bustling hall.

He stopped amidst a sea of commuters, fireplaces roaring, heels clacking, shoes squeaking, papers shuffling, chatter all around, and beneath it all, if Hermione paid close attention, she would hear the pounding of Draco’s heartbeat as he took her into his arms and kissed her in front of everybody.

In a month, the hag will discover a couple so deeply and openly in love that when she offers to remove their curse, they’ll request she leave it be. The physical connection seems to be useful during certain nocturnal activities of their own.

xx

#amillieaway #dhr #draco malfoy #draco x hermione #dramione #dramione drabble #hermione granger #drabble

[creative-caramel-coffee]

The Sickness Excuse

Pairings: Weems x Thornhill x Reader (platonic)

Word count: 1.2K

Summary: You used the excuse you were sick one too many times with Principle weems so what happens now your actually sick and can't leave class?

TW: Vomit (I think that’s it idk)

A/n do I ever write fics without someone throwing up?

PART 2

It was the middle of outcast history, the most boring of all your classes and you still were feeling awful. Your stomach had been unsettled for what felt like far too long. It would knot and then go loose before tying itself up again. With each knot the nausea would build but weems already had her eye on you for the amount of history classes you had skipped, and you were running out of excuses. You knew if you skipped and got caught you were in for it. Especially when you used the sick excuse last week and you had no proof of actually being sick. No fever. Yet. Just that uncomfortable pain in your stomach.

The teacher was an old wolf named Terrbine Fleetsted who honestly looked like he was napping and based off the way his little white musta he was moving with the slow rise and fall of his chest you looked to be right. Trying to be as subtle as possible you rested your head on the desk somehow feeling worse. Enid was sat next to you pretending to be working but really, she was writing down some gossip for her blog she had heard in the quad on the way to class. She was rambling about something, and you had honestly stopped listening or paying attention. Your eyes were closed which was probably why when she jabbed you with her pen you jumped a mile.

“Jesus tap dancing Christ enid!” You almost yelled and enid shot you an odd look.

“Dude, have you listened to anything I’ve been saying?” She said with a fake huff. You knew she wasn’t mad the way her eyebrows were twitching she was merely concerned.

“‘M fine ‘nid” you mumbled going to rest your head back on your arm.

“You don’t look too great, maybe you should go lie down.”

“Gee thanks. And i can't weems would probably go dark ages on my ass and burn me at the stake if i miss anymore of this boring ass class.” You said into your elbow.

“Weems can’t be mad for you being sick?” She said sounding confused.

“She won’t believe me. Used the old sickness excuse one too many times.”

“What excuse?” Enid said and before you could answer your stomach knotted painfully and you knew you were going to be sick. Spit pooled in your mouth and you knew exactly what was coming. You jumped up from your chair drawing eyes around the room, yet the teacher stayed asleep. Like a bullet you shot from the room and raced through the halls. Sprinting into the nearest bathroom you could find you dropped to your knees and locked the door before pouring out the contents of your stomach into the toilet. Had you been further than a mere inch from death (as you put it) you may have noticed Enid’s panting breathing coming from behind the door. She knocked rapidly and you barely made out the sound of her yelling something.

“Y/N LET ME IN RIGHT NOW.” She yelled and after a minute you heard nothing. Maybe she gave up? After the small reprieve you rested your back against the stall hearing the door open again. Dammit who was it this time. You heard the distinct clicking of heels and you automatically straightened your spine. Your stomach however revolted at this action and sent you pitching forward into the porcelain again. You gagged and tears stung your eyes as you brought up more of your stomach acid. It burned and you hated every last second of it.

“Honey whats going on in there? can you let us in please?” A voice asked which you faintly recognised as Ms Thornhill. What was she doing here? You simply whimpered and then heard the heels again and watched exhaustedly as the lock on the door turned from the outside. Two faces peered into the stall, and you simply looked at them and blinked, too tired for words. Principle weems and Ms Thornhill stood looking at you for a second before Thornhill quickly came over to you. She gently grabbed your cheek and laid her other hand on your brow to check for a fever.

“Darling are you ok? What prompted this?” Weems asked from where she was observing at the door. Enid had seemingly gone back to class, and you mentally thanked her for not seeing you like this.

You simply sighed and lent over to flush the toilet.

“Honey did you throw up?” Thornhill asked and you nodded weakly.

“Oh darling.” Weems said softly. “Why didn’t you leave class earlier.” She said and you shrugged not wanting to admit you felt you couldn’t. The principle frowned and you closed your eyes and rested your head against the wall.

“Bring her to my office, the nurse went home sick and i have some training in this kind of thing.” Principle weems said and Ms Thornhill nodded. The head mistress swapped spots with Ms Thornhill inside the stall, and she gently scooped you up from the ground and into her arms. You weakly rested your head against her collar bone and closed your eyes.

“Do you feel you may be sick again?” Principle weems asked and sighed softly as she felt you nod into her neck. She motioned for Ms Thornhill to follow, and she grabbed the small black bin from under the sink before trailing after the principle out of the bathroom. You thanked the high heavens nobody saw you being carried like a baby by your principle through the halls but overall, you were too exhausted to care.

You must have been dozing lightly because you felt weems adjusted you and open the door to her office and soon you were being gently lowered to the couch. Ms Thornhill set down the bin beside the bed which was luckily empty. Weems tucked a blanket around you and slipped a thermometer under your tongue. You were too tired to protest and simply hummed and closed your eyes.

You felt a hand brushing the hair from your eyes and back away from your face.

“Ms L/n how do you feel now?” Weems asked and you nodded which was met with a chuckle.

“Honey that doesn’t tell me much.” The principle said and Ms Thornhill smiled sadly down at you. You let out a low dejected hum and Weems frowned.

“Bad huh?” She said and you nodded again, and she removed the thermometer.

“101.2 did you eat something odd?” She asked frowning at the stick.

“No i don’t think so. Just…”

“Just what?” Ms Thornhill prompted.

“Just a coffee from the weathervane and something from the new bakery in Jericho. I dunno it tasted slightly odd I guess.” You mumbled and the principle looked at you sadly.

“Oh darling.” She said. “I’ll be sure to follow up on that. But right now, get some rest and I’ll wake you up a bit later for some medicine when you’ve settled some more.” She said and gently drew circles on your stomach. You hummed in agreement and shuffled around a bit to get comfy which made both teacher's chuckle. Once you had deemed yourself safe and comfy enough to fall asleep your breathing evened out and you knew you would be well looked after.

MASTERLIST

#weems #larissa x reader #Larrissa weems #platonic #marylin thornhill #Thornhill #nevermore #outcast reader #reader is a student #student reader #enid Sinclair #Princple weems #sickness #sicfic #illness #comfort #hurt / comfort #sick comfort #vomiting #Wednesday Addams #Wednesday addams comfort #Larrissa weems comfort #y/n #reader #sick reader #food posioning #excuses #whump #fluff #slight angst

[greyskyflowers]

More Visored/Ichigo ramblings because I just love them so much.

Is it trauma, power dynamics, or hollow instincts? The world may never know.

Jk ~ If I'm writing it then it's all three.

⚠️ Visored/Ichigo because that's my jam and I'm partying alone ⚠️

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It starts as a joke, mixed in with the stupid shit they send each other. Sending Ichigo messages like remember to eat, moron. Or stg you better get a full 8 hours of sleep tonight or I'll kick your ass.

But Ichigo does a lot better when they remind him to actually take care of himself. As much as he takes care of others, he's terrible at taking care of himself.

They make him eat when he's with them. He'll eat about half before being distracted or say he's full and try to pass it to one of them. They shove it back at him and tell him to eat, not taking their eyes completely off him until he finishes everything. He never gets sick or uncomfortable, so they're not forcing him to overeat. They think he doesn't remember what it's like to feel comfortably full, usually eating just enough that the hunger doesn't hurt.

There's a gnawing hunger that comes with their hollows sometimes, a hunger for things that Ichigo isn't ready for yet. It's not real hunger in the way humans get hungry, but it does make eating hard sometimes.

Ichigo sends them pictures of what he's eating when he's not with them, sometimes making sure to include his unimpressed face, and something about not needing to be reminded about eating like a child.

They disagree.

They also text him to remind him to actually sleep, frowning when they get responses about hollows or doing homework. The low smoldering anger for Shinigami that constantly lives in them now burns a little hotter each time Ichigo shows up with new injuries and bruises under his eyes or when their texts show read at 3am. Especially when they know that there's shinigami assigned to the town who don't seem to do anything.

They get creative. They train him until he's so exhausted he falls asleep after cleaning up, slumped against their shoulders or curled up in their bed. Convincing him to use their bed took awhile, but his hollow desperately wanted a pack and Ichigo didn't fight it too hard. They like that he'll smell like them, even though it's a warning that no one but hollows will be able to sense.

Bed may not be the word to use when it's big enough to fit all of them comfortably and has more pillow and blankets than they can even count anymore.

They all sleep together, something that started from a combination of their hollows prefering it and safety in numbers. Ichigo naps in sheets that smell like them and leaves his own scent behind every time he drags his skin across the sheets. It should be upsetting, the scent of someone who isn't them in their space but it isn't, in fact it's comforting. Especially when he doesn't stay with them. They know Ichigo isn't there with them, which their hollows huff unhappily about, but it smells like he is and it's just enough to settle their instincts.

Ichigo always ends up finding the nearest person when he's asleep. If anyone gets in the bed to rest while he's in there, he always finds his way to their side and presses in as close as he can. It's a big bed, it has to be to comfortably fit all of them even though they usually end up piled on top of each other and tangled up.

If he falls asleep sitting next to someone, his head will find their shoulder or he'll slump down until his head is on their lap. He sleeps better with skin contact, the ever present frown on his face fading when he's made skin contact.

He's bad about letting them know if he's hurt, his mindset seems to be if he can still move, or as long as he's not actively bleeding, then he's fine. Bruises are the worst, big ugly ones that they won't know about unless Ichigo wears something that shows it, it gets exposed during a spar, or he moves stiffly and can't hold back a wince.

That also means he has the bruises they give him from sparring longer, and they never claimed to be good and proper okay? Ichigo wearing marks they gave him is appealing. They'd rather give him other marks to warn people off, and they want to say that they didn't know they'd end up wanting this but Ichigo was always going to be theirs.

Someday they'll be able to make sure he's constantly covered in their scent and they can bite and suck all the marks they want onto his skin. They'll be able to keep him in their bed every night and smell him when they first wake up. They'll be able to check him for wounds or bruises he thinks aren't bad enough to mention and remind him that just because he can tolerate the pain doesn't mean he should have to.

He starts to keep some spare clothes with them but they take every excuse they can to have him wear something of theirs. On one memorable occasion he even wore a pair of Lisa's leggings, blushing and mumbling that he was cold and they felt soft. Lisa rushed to tell him he could wear them whenever he wanted, eyes flicking down to where the dark material clung to his legs. It's a soft, thin material and borderline see through in some spots where the material stretched over muscle, like his hips and thighs.

At some point Ichigo seems to catch on, and they're all able to stop pretending they're just interested in friendship.

Ichigo does his own clumsy scenting, not quite right but it's clear what he's trying to do and they don't correct him. The furrow of his brow says he's going to figure it out eventually.

He rubs their cheeks together when he's tired or hurt, or when he knows they're upset or hurt, not quite scenting but it's adorable, and his hollow is trying very hard to figure out what feels right.

He doesn't hesitate to nudge food over to them if he thinks they aren't eating enough. If they get distracted training or doing something else, he brings them food and hovers until he's able to make them sit down and eat.

They can't resist holding out bites to him occasionally and grinning at the faint blush before he takes it.

He spends a lot more time in their bed. And the kid is a fucking tease once he gets going because the amount of reasons he find to strip before rubbing his scent all over their bed is unreal. So much bare skin means his scent sinks into everything and stays, everytime they roll over or land on the mattress a burst of Ichgo greets them.

Knowing he's barely clothed, or wearing theirs, and vulnerable in their bed is incredibly distracting. He's sleep warm skin and pliant limbs, little protesting noises leaving him when they pile around or on him.

Hiyori is the first one to leave a mark, the urge to bitebitebite becoming overwhelming and she's behind Ichigo, wrapping her arms around him to keep him still and biting down on the curve of his shoulder and neck. He doesn't react, just keeps talking like he doesn't have someone clinging to his back and chewing a dark bruise onto his shoulder.

It's fair game after that and he's always got marks on his throat and shoulders, the delicate inside of his wrists and inner thighs, and the soft skin of hips and lower belly.

He leaves his own marks on them, not near as dark or deep as theirs, and it fades quicker. He bites at them with dull human teeth instead of the sharp hollow teeth he needs to make a lasting mark, another thing he's still getting the hang of.

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Do I like to think that they would all text each memes and stupid shit? Yes.

Didn't get Kisuke added in this one but I like to think he's always involved too ~

#bleach #ichigo kurosaki #visoreds #ichigo x visored #ichigo x everybody tbh #hollow instinct au?? #if i bite it its mine #reaping souls with greyskyflowers #going to drag all of you into poly andor qp visored hell with me #visored

[caroldantops]

valcarol interrupted mid-play bc carol needs to go save the universe but she was super in subspace and val couldn’t quite bring her out so instead she has to instruct her to go.

‘c’mon princess, that’s it, get your suit on for me honey. you’re gonna go save the world then you’re gonna come right back here to me, you understand?’

she may or may not have been edging carol before she got the call and decided to give her some incentive

she also may or may not have ‘forgotten’ to take out the plug snuggled in carol’s ass.

‘silly me, princess. it’s okay, it’ll be a nice reminder of who you belong to, wont it?’

carol goes off and saves the world and crumbles into vals arms when she returns.

‘it’s okay pretty girl, i know how big and strong you had to be… it’s okay to not be big now, let daddy take care of you now..’

idk the more i think on that scene the more that little!carol is making sense. carol who will only let herself be vulnerable with her daddy and carol who will either be the strongest person in the universe or a tiny baby who needs val to cut her food up and cuddle her at night and braid her hair…

tell me why i was about to give a lecture on dont do this!! as if NEEDING to leave midsession because theres a universal crisis is something yall would have happen

im fucking obsessed. i just. thinking about the intensity of the drop after makes me so emo because theres zero chance this happens without carol having SEVERE subdrop and i think val would go through some domdrop as well. feeling like she put carol in a position where she couldnt fight her best and therefore was endangering her more...

before my very long ramble starts - as far as little!carol goes, im on the fence! i think she'd really enjoy some parts of it and others not so much. i could be won over though im sure. yall know its my weakness.

um this turned into a thinkpiece about valcarol dom/subdrop. sorry.

carol having to go from feeling powerless to powerful and and just the fact that she submits to valkyrie in order to get away from that responsibility that burden only to have that safe space be invaded by one simple phone call that she could hear valkyrie try so hard to get her out of, yelling at fury that he should call someone else up, she'd go find thor herself if needed but no dice.

carol is able to yank herself out of subspace to fight, what choice does she have, shes basically in survival mode at that point and doesnt even really know whats going on until shes landed back in valkyrie's arms. sobbing and grabbing onto her and valkyrie choked up seeing carol so so upset and overwhelmed

valkyrie keeping it together as best she can to comfort carol enough, help her bathe and get her something to eat and clean up any injuries, til carol passes out from pure exhaustion. val making sure carol's fast asleep before pulling away from her in bed and wanting to go for her alcohol stash but she knows carol might need her again so she doesnt want to get drunk so she just goes and stands in the kitchen for a bit, gripping the counter and steadying her breathing and she can feel tears coming but fuck she doesnt want them--

and then she feels arms around her waist, a small still raspy from crying voice asking "hey, whats wrong?"

valkyrie finally crying but that kind of crying you get when youre mad that youre crying and carol's just listening to her ramble about how she shouldnt have let carol go, it was stupid of her to let her run out like that without taking more time to try to bring her up from subspace

carol kissing the palms of valkyries hands, kissing her cheeks and touching their foreheads together. "it wasn't ideal. it was hard. but you did all you could. and im okay. im safe. we're both safe. okay?"

"okay." valkyrie nods and wraps her arms tight around carol.

definitely takes them a while to feel comfortable entering an intense play-space after that. worried about if carol or valkyrie gets called away again. but once they feel secure again they start workshopping precautions to take. slowly work their way back up to playing again, ask other kink friends for advice. come out of it with safety plans and a stronger bond.

yeah sorry i have a LOT of thoughts and feelings about this clearly!!

#c: carol #c: valkyrie #blurb #fuck it its blurb nmow. #s: valcarol

[rick-rayson]

*vibrates excitedly* okay okay then could you plz do Yara Flor sfw alphabet 💖😍💖😍💖😍

YARA FLOR - SFW ALPHABET

A/N: 100 posts wooHOOO. AND it's of my baby.. that I haven't read in a long time ngl. As a result, I do apologize in advance if it's OOC!

A - Affection: How do they show affection?

Deeply affectionate despite not wanting to come off as too smothering. She likes to think she's slick when she brushes against you, always sits next to you, and gets you things that remind her of you when she's out. Whenever she catches herself in the act and gets embarrassed, prepared to be met with ramblings of, "What? I can't say hello?", "Is it wrong to be caring?".

B - Beauty: What do they find beautiful? What do they look for?

Feel like she likes intelligent, meek people. Watched some really horrible stereotypical TV show with Jon or something and found the nerdy characters cute. Especially likes it when someone who is usually reserved is still able to take initiative, very specific but she likes it. Curly hair !! I feel like she finds curly hair really beautiful. She also loves locs with pretty beads, she finds them super pleasing to hear.

C - Cuddles: What kind of cuddler are they? Do they like cuddles?

You will never, EVER get her to verbally state that she likes cuddling, ask her and she'll scoff thinking that's a legitimate answer to your question.

But catch her when she's sleepy and see just how easily she melts against you. When she's awake still her hold on you is featherlight.. until she falls asleep. Then pray to the gods that she doesn't crush you in her tight bear hugs.

D - Devotion: How devoted are they? Are they all in?

Is that even a question? Yara is unapologetically sincere in how she holds herself, and if she's willing to share herself with you then you gotta be pretty damn important to her.

With Yara you are blessed with the utmost assurity that wherever she ventures, and wherever she finds herself, she's still your Yara. She may not be explicitly forthright with her loyalty, but she doesn't have to be. She's a solid person in your life.

E - Embrace: How do they hug?

If you're taller than her she goes for the midriff or the neck, shorter and she'll embrace you around your shoulders. She's the type to sway a bit if the hug is long. She's the type to catch you off guard with how staggering her hugging can be.

F - Flaws: What are some of their faults?

Yara is stubborn to a fault, which is either good or bad depending on the situation.

She tends to have plans and goals that she will stick to no matter what, which makes it hard to collaborate with her.

"It's either my way or the highway, except if you pick the highway I'll be sad so don't do it >:("

G - Gentle: How gentle are they?

She tries to be gentle for the sake of others, a sense of responsibility over herself, both physically and emotionally she tries.

H - Honesty: How honest are they about what they don't like and what they do?

Pretty dang honest. If you're someone from the Justice League it's a no from her on the dating scene. She can be seen as an occasionally blunt person but she's good with her words.

On the other end she's honest about what she does like too.

I - I love you: How long does it take for them to say it?

I'm stuck between thinking she could go a while without saying it, or immediately say it to you unabashed after like a couple weeks. There's like no in-between.

J - Jealousy: How jealous are they?

It's not that she's jealous it's just that why should she keep silent about how you're her partner? Especially to strangers that don't seem to be getting the hint?

Aside from that though she's not painfully jealous, but she will put someone in their place it she has to.

K - Kisses: How are they as a kisser?

Yara is something else, one part of her has you convinced she's never kissed anyone in her life, and the other part has you believing she's the goddess of kisses.

Deep, feverish kisser, the type to leave you dizzy from it. Her warm hands cradling your skin as her lips plaster onto yours and even that's not enough. Does it until sbe leaves you breathless.

L - Little Ones: Do they want kids?

Not anytime soon, Yara still has adventures far ahead of her to think about kids.

M - Mornings: How are mornings spent with them?

Can't really tell who's the first to wake up, but Yara's usually the one to get up first. She brings you and herself something to drink as you sit in bed, washing away your drowsiness and planning for the day ahead between soft mutterings. Mornings with Yara is liken to bathing under sunbeams.

N - Nervousness: What gets them nervous? What are they scared about when it comes to the relationship?

She's scared that she's too out of sync with other people, that due to her rather unique parentage and upbringing that there's a disconnect between her and others. It's harder to notice among the Future State JL because well, they're like her. But she's not fond of being tied down to such a team anyways.

O - Openness: How open are they?

Generally a pretty open person, she has her secrets (like where she stashes extra snacks for Jerry) but none that are malicious or that would put the relationship in jeopardy.

P - Patience: How patient are they?

Yara... Isn't the most patient person. Those types that tap their foot and look around to find something to distract them from the time, that's Yara.

She can be quick to anger but not with her relationships, mostly at the misgivings of others.

Q - Quiet Moment: Share a quiet moment

She takes you flying on Jerry in the afternoon, waiting for the sun to set as the two of you take in the flowing wind and the beauty of the world that's now so small in your eyes. Such an occasion would usually warrant laughter and cheers loud enough to hurt your throats, but in this moment, it's nothing short of euphoric.

R - Romance: How romantic are they?

OhohohOOOOOO... She's a mess. Tries to impress you and make you swoon over her and she's a little rusty, but it's hard to say that to her when she's beaming at you as though you're the reason for worship. The sun and moon. When she's not trying so hard to woo you, and does her own thing from the sincerity in her heart, she has you smitten.

S - Support: How do they support their s/o? Are they protective?

She's willing to go above, beyond, and below (coughcough the Underworld) for you. Yara knows what it's like to fail to protect others, so she's so devoted to your safety and wellbeing.

T - Try: How much effort do they put into the relationship?

Yara's swept with puppy love and then some when it comes to the relationship at first. She puts in a lot of effort.

U - Unspoken Words: What do they wish they could say?

She wishes she could say how much you mean to her without wanting to cringe at how sappy she is.

V - Vulnerability: How do they show vulnerability?

She doesn't, doesn't try to at least. But you can tell with the way her body relaxes at the sight of you, when her hand searches for just a bit of you to ground herself in, to commit to her memory the touch of your skin. You kinda have to figure it out based on visual cues, because the words die in her throat when she has you near.

W - Whole: Would they feel incomplete without their s/o?

She'd definitely feel crushed if you were in a relationship for a while, but she'd be able to move forward, even if her heart hurts.

X - XOXO: What's a loving gesture you should expect from them?

Expect get-away's, it helps Yara and she hopes it helps you, the two of you don't even have to do anything. Once or twice a week Yara just brings food and takes you somewhere to be alone. Being a member of the Justice League can require her to prioritize the job over most things, but you're still important to her and she will make it apparent.

Y - Yearning: How much do they miss their s/o?

More than she'd like to admit. Whenever she gets a little bit of quiet time between the work she does, her mind automatically thinks of you.

Z - Zzz: Sleeping with them, how does it go?

Snores. (/hj) grips onto whatever part of you she can find. Certified duvet thief through and through. Sprawls out until the two of you are a mess of limbs.

#dc comics #dc x reader #dc x y/n #dc x you #yara flor x you #yara flor x y/n #yara flor x reader #future state wonder woman #wonder woman x reader #dcu #dcu comics #dc #dc future state #future state justice league

[sparklypinkflightsuit]

The Witching Hour: Chapter 2

Pairing: Detective!Bob Floyd x Reader

WitchAU

Warnings: Smut, Angst, Fluff, Witchcraft, Cheating, Mentions of Death, Alcohol, I think that's it?

-- Chapter 1 Here --

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"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you." Bob mumbled as he walked up the path onto the clearing. "Were you talking to someone?" He asked, looking around the ledge.

You shook you head, quickly realising he probably couldn't see the subtle movement. "No, uh, just my dad. We used to come here together sometimes..."

"I'm sorry." Bob offered sympathetically, "May I?"

You moved over and motioned for him to sit.

"So, what brings you here, Bob?" You chuckled, trying to change the subject.

"Not sure." He chuckled back, "Must be fate, I guess."

You grinned, "Yeah, must be. Thrice in one day, it's like you're stalking me or something." You joked.

Bob let out a surprised chuckle, "Yeah, sorry about that, it must seem weird. Totally coincidental I swear."

"How did you know my nickname, anyway?"

"Would you believe me if I told you I just did?" He looked over at you.

"Nope." You grinned at him.

Bob breathed out a laugh and it was silent for a moment.

"So where's your girlfriend tonight?" You asked, immediately wishing you hadn't, as the words came out almost accusatory.

"She's asleep. I couldn't, for some reason, kinda just had the urge to get up and walk."

"Yeah, I know the feeling." You mumbled. "What brings you to Whidbey, anyway?"

"Uhh, well... I kinda just wanted to get away for a while, from work and life and all that, and drive until I found someplace nice. I saw the sign for the island and something told me it was where I needed to be. Roxy decided last minute she wanted to come." He shrugged.

"Roxy." You rolled your eyes as her name slipped out of your mouth. You bit your tongue as you realised your slip up, and that you were seconds away from hexing a woman who had done nothing to you.

Bob looked at you, amused.

"Jealous?" He joked, you flushed bright red.

"You wish." you chuckled.

But maybe you were jealous, and there was no way you'd admit it, especially not to your mother, but sitting this close to Bob the total stranger, it felt electric.

"You should probably get back soon, before she starts to worry." You smiled at Bob once more before you stood, and you turned to walk back towards the path, "Goodnight Bob."

"Wait, Bree, before you go..." Bob stood.

You turned back around, your arms now crossing over your chest as a cool wind began to lap around you.

"Am I crazy to think we've met before? I mean, I've been trying to shake this feeling since I got here, that I've been here before. And then I see you, and I'm filled with this strange... I dunno, sense of familiarity and nostalgia I guess. Is that possible if I've never met you before?" He rambled, a sudden urgency in his voice which you felt may have had something to do with his late night explorations.

You thought for a moment, and took a deep breath through your nose.

"Do you believe in fate, Bob?"

He nodded, "I guess, in a way."

"Well, maybe you were meant to meet me. Maybe what you're feeling isn't familiarity or nostalgia, maybe it's precognition. Dunno what for yet though." You grinned, and you turned and left.

Bob stood on the ledge for a while after you disappeared from view, going over your words in his head. Precognition. Did he somehow know he was going to meet you? Was he meant to meet you?

Before you came into his world, Bob Floyd had felt... something. He could never quite shake the feeling and it was always there, in the back of his head, like life was never perfectly complete. No matter how good things were, how exciting a new relationship felt or the rush of that new promotion, a piece of him yearned for something he could not quite place.

That was until this morning, when he drove into town. The sun drummed down on the car and the aircon had long stopped working.

Roxy complained about the heat, and she swore it suddenly got worse as soon as they got onto the island.

"I can't take it anymore, Bobby, I need water." she whined. Bob sighed, they weren't far from their Bed and Breakfast, but he knew he'd be in for a long evening if he didn't appease her now.

Bob pulled the car up alongside the curb, a small convenience store nearby.

"I'll be back in a sec." Bob mumbled as he got out of the car.

He walked down the curb to convenience store, but as he passed a small alleyway that led down towards the docks, he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. He stopped suddenly and he watched you through the window of your store, laughing and chatting away as you restocked the shelves.

He didn't realise he was moving until he was crossing over the threshold and the bell jingled, snapping him out of his trance.

The moment you turned to face him, the feeling of something missing suddenly disappeared, and for the first time in Bobs life, he felt he was exactly where he needed to be.

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It was a few days later when you saw Bob again, only this time he hadn't spotted you first, and so you hung back as he walked out of the Bed and Breakfast, Roxy hot on his tail.

"I told you I'm sick of this place. We've been here 4 days and we haven't done anything! I want to go home." She demanded, dropping her already packed suitcase, and crossing her arms across her chest.

Bob rolled his eyes and turned to face her, "Look, if you want to leave, then take the car and I'll get a Greyhound or something. I'm not ready to leave yet, Rox."

"Why? What's so special about this place?"

Bob was about to answer, when he spotted you out of the corner of his eye, and turned to make eye contact. You smiled awkwardly as you pretended not to eavesdrop, browsing the colourful bouquets in front of ‘Mrs Montgomerys Floristry and Cupcakes’. You tried to appear busy and uninterested.

Roxy noticed the small interaction, and shot you a glare. You didn’t blame her, you seemed to be everywhere they were.

“Get in the car, Robert. We’re leaving, now.” She demanded, snatching the keys from his hand. She opened the trunk of the car and lobbed her suitcase inside, slamming the trunk shut. Bob didn’t move.

She opened the drivers side door and stood waiting for him to move, but he stood in front of the car and shook his head.

“I’m not leaving yet, Rox. To be honest I think it’s better if you go, if you’re not enjoying yourself.”

“And leave you to do what, exactly? Huh?” She shot you a glance again, and this time you decided it best to walk inside the florists and out of sight.

“Is there something going on here that I should know about?” She pried further.

“No, Roxanne. I just… I need a break, and I like it here!” Bob shot back defensively. “I never asked you to come in the first place.”

Roxy bit back a hurt chuckle, “Okay, sure. Well I’m sorry for thinking maybe you’d like your girlfriends company on your random-ass road trip, Bobby! But if that’s how you feel, I’ll go. See you at home.” She mumbled, climbing into the car and slamming the door.

Bob watched as she drove away, and he felt guilty. There was something going on, he didn’t mean to lie, but he didn’t know what it was himself so how was he meant to explain it to her?

He sighed and brushed a hand through his long, sandy hair, a silent war raging inside of him.

He suddenly remembered you were stood watching the entire fiasco, and turned towards the florists find you.

Inside the florists, you browsed through the colourful arrangements. You really should get something for your mom, she loved fresh flowers at the dinner table, but never wanted to pick her own. Her garden was too precious.

The door opened and you tried not to pay any mind to whoever walked through, already feeling nosy enough having eavesdropped.

You picked up a mini bouquet of lavender and baby’s breath which you thought would go well in your room, when you felt a hand on your arm, an electric shock jolting through you. You dropped the bouquet and Bob immediately dropped down to his knees to pick up the scattered flowers.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you. I… I just wanted to apologise for what happened out there. I don’t make it a habit to have arguments in public.” He chuckled nervously.

You dropped down to help him pick up the bits of lavender. “Don’t apologise, I shouldn’t have been listening in the first place. I might have made it worse by being there.” You mumbled, your eyebrows furrowed.

Bob looked up at you and bit his cheek. He wanted to tell you that if anything you made it easier for him to tell Roxy to leave, but he knew exactly how bad that sounded, and shook the thought from his mind.

You stood once you’d finished bundling the flowers back together, and looked at Bob for a long moment. Bob nodded awkwardly and turned to leave.

“Do you wanna come over for dinner tonight?” You blurted out.

Bob looked surprised, but a smile suddenly spread across his face. “Sure, that’d be great, thank you. What time?”

“Any time after 6 will be fine, we tend to eat late but we can have some drinks when you get there.” You grinned. You were so going to hell.

“I’ll see you then.” He grinned back, and walked out of the store.

You smiled to yourself and bit your lip as you walked over to the counter to pay.

“Hi Bart, just these two please.” You said as you plucked a yellow arrangement from the nearest shelf.

The door suddenly flew open again and Bob stuck his head through the gap with a slightly amused expression on his face, “Uh… I just realised I don’t know where you live.” He chuckled.

“Oh, right, yeah sorry. Bart have you got a pen and paper I could use?”

Bart slid over a notepad and pen and you drew Bob directions to your house.

“Thanks Bart.” You smiled, and handed the paper over to Bob. “See you later, Robby.”

Bob went bright red and disappeared, you turned to Bart to pay and toted your flowers up the hill to get ready for dinner.

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“Bree I told you I’m going visit your grandma to pick up the last of your dads stuff before she moves, I can’t host a dinner party tonight.” Your mom huffed, running around the kitchen to pack the last of her things before she left for the week.

“You don’t need to be here, I’m just letting you know there will be company so can you… ya know, hide your spellbook and anything creepy?” You joked with her as you chopped a carrot and threw the little cubes into a pot.

“The only creepy thing I have is you.” She joked back, kissing the side of your head. “Alright, I gotta go. I love you and call me if the house burns down… after you call the fire brigade.”

“Ok love you! Drive safe!” You called after her as you licked sauce off of your thumb. You did a little jiggly dance at the taste, you were so good!

You were excited for Bob to come over, but you were a little nervous. He was, after all, off bounds. A taken man, but you found yourself getting giddy every time he was around.

You threw ingredients into the blender for your margaritas later, and went upstairs to change as the food simmered.

You flicked through your wardrobe and tried on a few different outfits, eventually deciding on a long sleeved mesh black dress, with a small cami dress underneath.

The sound of a broom clattering onto the tile floor downstairs alerted you that Bob was near, and the hair on the back of your neck stood up. Your blood felt electric.

Running down the stairs, you scanned the house quickly to make sure there were no spellbooks or anything out of the ordinary on display, before making your way to the kitchen to stir the pot on the stove.

The doorbell rang and you quickly picked up the fallen broom and went to answer it.

You opened the door and your breath was knocked out of you. Bob looked beautiful.

He had his hair tucked behind his ears, little curls poking out below them, and a white shirt which he unbuttoned slightly, his toned, tanned chest slightly on display. Did he know what he was doing to you? He held a bottle of wine which you took from him and placed on the hallway table.

“You looked… beautiful.” He breathed

You bit your lip to stop the grin that would surely threaten to split your cheeks, and invited him in. Bob hugged you, and you felt the electric shock run from his fingertips through to your waist. You pretended not to notice but you could see Bob was surprised.

“You look great yourself.” You said softly, distracting him. “Shall I open this now? We can have margaritas later if you like.”

“Yeah that sounds like a plan.”

Bob followed you into the kitchen and you uncorked the wine, pouring two glasses for you and Bob.

He sniffed the air and wandered over to the pot of food.

“That smells great, what is it?”

You chuckled as you walked over and handed Bob his wine. “It’s just a vegetable stew, we grow a lot ourselves. I’m also baking some bread to go with the sage and rosemary butter, hope you don’t mind.”

Bob stared at you for a moment, an expression of curiosity and awe awash his face.

“What?” You asked, suddenly shying away from the intensity of his gaze, “Have I got something on my face?”

“No.” Bob laughed, “This is just…”

“Too much?” You worried.

“It’s perfect. You didn’t need to go through all of this effort for me though.”

“It’s no effort, I enjoy it.” You smiled, sipping on your wine. The two of you stood for a second in silence next to the stove, and you realised you were drifting dangerously close to Bob. You took a step back and pulled in a deep breath.

“So dinners gonna be another 20 minutes or so, do you wanna go outside and drink in the garden?” You asked, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Yeah I’d like that.”

Bob followed you out into the garden where you’d set up a little table and two chairs, the sky hadn’t darkened yet and the sun was just beginning to dip over the sea, casting a bright golden light over everything in its path.

The way the sunset made your eyes and skin glow took Bobs breath away.

You sat down and made polite conversation for a while, but your eyes kept drifting to the exposed skin on his chest, and the veins that ran down his forearms. You caught yourself more than once imagine what his lips would feel like against your-

“Bree?” Bobs voice snapped you out of your dirty daydream. “Are you okay?” He looked worried, you must have really zoned out.

“Yeah! I’m sorry, what were you saying?”

Bob grinned, “I was just asking what kind of music you liked.”

“Oh, well… all sorts, I don’t really have a favourite, but I have got a lot of Fleetwood Mac on CD.” You laughed.

“I love Fleetwood Mac.” He mused.

“Wait here, I’ll grab my CD player.” You grinned, and you sprinted towards the house.

You rifled through the storage cupboard and pulled out your old CD player and some new batteries, and checked your Rumours CD was still inside.

You walked outside and placed the player on the porch, and pushed play.

‘You Make Loving Fun’ began to play through the tinny speakers, and you laughed.

“I promise I didn’t pick this song.” You sat down as Bob began to sing along to the song.

You groaned, “You actually know the words?”

“You bet your pretty little self I know the words.” He grinned, standing from his seat and holding out a hand to you.

You eyed him cautiously, but decided to take his hand anyway, and he pulled you to your feet, the electricity buzzing through your veins.

He gently slid a hand around your waist and pulled you into him as he began to move to the upbeat song as he sang.

“I never did believe in the ways of magic, but I'm beginning to wonder why! Don't, don't break the spell. It would be different and you know it will. You, you make loving fun! And I don't have to tell you but you're the only one.” Bob sang along, his voice as playful as the expression on his face as he twirled you around and pulled you back to him. You laughed, and couldn’t help but sing along.

You were both in fits of laughter by the time the song came to an end, you playfully shoved him away as you fought to catch your breath.

“Don’t quit your day job, Bob Floyd.” You grinned, as you continued to move slowly on your own as Rhiannon began to float through the speakers.

Bob stood watching you, a smile plastered across his beautiful face as he enjoyed the way your body swayed and twisted softly in the golden sunlight.

“You’re something magical, you know that.” He said earnestly.

You stopped and turned to face him.

Bobs expression was now a mixture of desperation, sadness and adoration. You weren’t in control when your legs began to move you towards him, or when you grabbed him by the collar and pulled his lips to yours.

Something otherworldly was at play in that moment.

But you weren’t pulling away either.

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- Chapter 3 Here -

I don't have a Taglist for this series but I will be updating my Masterlist as I go! <3

#lewis pullman fanfic #lewis pullman x reader #lewis pullman #robert bob floyd x reader #bob floyd x reader #bob floyd fic #robert bob floyd #bob floyd #bob floyd fanfiction #bob floyd imagine #bob floyd x you #top gun bob #robert floyd x you #robert floyd x reader #robert floyd #practical magic #top gun maverick #magic #witchcraft

[haywire-hetfield]

Same anon that sent in the Jason/James 26, if you’re feeling it maybe #3? Same pairing. I feel like it’s rare to see James as the bottom and you write it so well

Sure thing! And thank you so much! There's a couple ships I really love bottom James with and jameson is absolutely one of them. (Maybe even my favorite one.)

Send me a number along with a pairing (or leave it as dealers choice if you dare) and I'll write you a snippet! (500 words or less)

3) "Shh. do you want them to hear? I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you?"

The walls in the house were too thin and the rooms were too close together to offer any real privacy. That had been something Jason had learned very quickly. That being said, that hadn’t deterred James and Jason too much. Jason found himself resting against the headboard of James’ bed, the door locked and sunlight pooling in through the window. 

Normally, they did this at night, hoping the others were asleep by that point and may stay asleep. Jason definitely hadn’t been complaining when James nudged him into his bedroom and pressed close to him. By the time James was sinking down on his cock, his brain couldn’t even conjure up a worry to have. 

He didn’t know what had gotten James so riled up, but he moved quickly. James’ hips rocked down against him in steady, rough motions. Jason’s mind was barely keeping up with it all, so he settled for just holding onto James and enjoying the experience. 

Jason knew he was probably being too loud. He was naturally vocal during sex and it seemed amplified today, various noises tearing their way out of his throat. He should quiet down, he knew he should, but he couldn’t. Even trying to bite back his sounds only did so much. 

“Shh, do you want them to hear you?” James asked him suddenly, grinning down at him. Jason let out a shaky laugh, although he didn’t answer the question. It seemed rhetorical. He just focused on trying to be quieter, but that proved to be harder than expected as James tightened around him. “I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” James’ voice was softer now and it felt like it sent a bolt of electricity down Jason’s spine. 

Jason hadn’t considered that before, but he wasn’t totally against it. There was something so wrong about wanting them to hear what they were doing and that was what made it exciting. He imagined them hearing, knowing that he was getting to fuck James and hearing how good it was. How James was letting him do this. 

“Fuck, who cares?” Jason managed to say once his brain and mouth started working together again. “Let them hear. They’ll know how good it feels to fuck you,” He rambled and it was James’ turn to moan a bit too loudly, and that filled Jason with a lot of pride. He loved seeing how many sounds he could draw out.

Jason tightened his hold on James, planting his feet enough to fuck up into James. It threw off James’ rhythm for a moment, but they soon found one that worked for both of them. Jason would definitely bring up the voyeurism aspect of this again another time. He’d never considered himself to be someone who liked that kind of thing, but he couldn’t deny how excited it had made him. And now, he was determined to see how loud he could make James get as well. He wanted everyone to know how well he fucked James. 

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[doobnnoob-tf2]

What do u think would happen if like.. Someone put a box full of puppies at the entrance of the base and left, would they take them in?? - ☕( Sorry if this is too Hard to understand english isnt my first language)

puppies?  left outside?  well they’re gonna be making some noise.  Sniper will most likely be the one to discover them.  he wouldn’t know what the hell to do at first, really.  eventually, he relents.  he’s weak, one of the puppies barks up at him and his heart melts.  he picks the box up and takes them inside so they’re safe from the elements and everyone can figure out what to do with them

upon bringing them in and setting the box down to show everyone, Scout and Pyro immediately pick out a dog each and start gushing.  Scout’s always wanted a puppy and immediately sets to begging everyone to let him keep just one please oh please oh please!  he swears up and down he’ll do everything for it and no one will even know it’s there!  Pyro is thrilled with the idea and starts to help with begging

Heavy and Demoman also each grab a puppy.  Demoman is quickly starting to be persuaded by Scout’s idea of keeping one.  he’s already coming up with the idea of turning one of his old grenade launchers into a tennis ball launcher.  the one Heavy is holding yawns and falls asleep in his arm and he moves away from the others so it may have more quiet to take its nap.  he pets it ever so gently, not even needing to be persuaded anymore

Soldier picks up the final puppy and already names it.  Sargent Barks.  he and Lieutenant Bites will be best friends, he just knows it!  he’s already setting up the first play date for them to meet, rambling on about all the battle plans he’ll have to change with this newest addition to the team

Spy is the one who suggests the idea they should maybe instead take them to a vet.  they’re mercenaries, not a kennel.  a vet can find them homes, that’s for the best.  why is no one listening to him?  they don’t have anywhere to keep a puppy!  no one points out that he’s yet to stop petting the one Scout is holding but everyone notices

Medic cringes, not because he’s opposed to puppies.. but because who knows if they’ve been vaccinated or have worms or are diseased.  he rounds them all back into the box and takes them down to the Medbay to run tests and give them what they need.  someone goes to accuse him of taking them for their organs and he scoffs at the idea.  they’re puppies, HE only deals with black market organs.  the audacity!

at the end of the day, Engineer collects the puppies and drives them to town so they can go to a vet and find homes.  he agrees, it’s for the best.  everyone is sad as he puts the box into his truck and drives away.  and yet no one stops to tell him that a disguise mask with a puppy drawn on it flutters out the window.  everyone looks around and Scout is nowhere to be seen.  Spy lights a cigarette and wonders aloud - in a very sarcastic tone - how that must have happened

don’t worry, you did great!  and I’m naming you Tea!  C:

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 headcanons #tf2 scout #tf2 soldier #tf2 pyro #tf2 demoman #tf2 heavy #tf2 engineer #tf2 medic #tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #sharing one braincell #//Tea Anon

[justice-is-a-weapon]

In vino veritas [Dazai x gn reader]

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Chapter 10 / ?

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TW: The reader mentions using alcohol to cope and A LOT of swearing

!There’s a lot of German being spoken in this one. Don’t worry I put the translation in brackets behind the actual words being said!

e.g.: “Guten Tag!” [Good day!]

During my time spent alone I resorted to coming to bars. Maybe in hope to stumble upon him but he was nowhere to be seen. I had tried to contact him by texting him if he wanted to meet up but I was left on read. Dazai, this fucker, had successfully ghosted me. I was increasingly becoming more annoyed and yet still clung to this idea that “maybe he was just busy”. As I said, I frequently visited different bars in Yokohama, and no I totally didn’t try to drink away the pain of being left without a warning. I was telling myself I just had to “have fun again” and what better way doing that than with several vodka shots or a cuba libre.

So that’s why I was sitting here, four weeks after not having heard from this dunce, in another bar I had already forgotten the name of. It was already late but I was determined to wait just a little longer. I knew he worked mostly at dusk. Sometimes at night. So I had hoped he may go for an after work drink. Gosh I was so stupid. I was waiting like a foolish little dog for his owner after it had been abandoned at the side of the street. Maybe that’s what I was. A silly little stray dog.

I then heard the door open.

A guy with a fancy hat entered the bar. He was about 5 feet tall. Okay, maybe 5’3. He had ginger hair and quite a strong build for such a short dude. His clothes looked expensive and his gloves seemed to be made of the finest leather. So it was even funnier to see a guy like this, stumbling around in a bar at 2 am, barely being able to stand up straight. He swung himself from one chair to the next in order to not fall. I tried not to laugh, sensing I might get in trouble for it later on.

A thing you should know about me is that I seem to magically attract drunk people. Somehow one will always take a seat right next to me at some point and then starts rambling to me about their day, their wife, their financial problems or whatever. I don’t even think I look that approachable but as someone who sits alone most of the time I get unwanted company every so often.

And that seemed to be the case once again because the guy I’ve now settled on looking like a human puss in boots took a seat right next to me. And just like expected he started to ramble, his speech quite slurred and in a loud tone. Even the bartender looked a bit frightened.

“My ex-partner is such a fucking arsehole!”

I’m not religious in the slightest but right then I was praying to God to please spare me this time.

“Like- You see this dude- That man has the audacity to just show up, at my work that is, and act like nothing ever happened!”

Fucking hell, this dude is completely nuts.

I got an idea to maybe get myself out of this situation. I looked at him in a confused manner and then spoke in the most German accent I could muster, in a mix of English and German: “Oh sorry I not speak any Japanese. Ich kann nur Deutsch. Ich hab keine Ahnung was Sie von mir wollen” [I can only speak German. I have no idea what you want from me.]

I am a fucking genius.

Mentally I gave myself a high five. This was the most genius idea I’ve ever had for sure and I could enjoy my drink in peace, then go home and watch another one of those reality tv shows that escalate way too quickly while falling asleep on the couch. This was the good life for sure. At least I thought so when I heard his agitating, grating voice again.

"Oh, warum hast du das nicht gleich gesagt? Also wo war ich… Ach ja! Mein Kollege, okay Ex-Kollege-“ [Oh why didn’t you tell me from the beginning? So where was I… Oh yeah! My colleague, okay ex colleague-]

You have to be fucking kidding me. If there was a God out there this must’ve been his punishment for me never really going to church. I just wanted to disappear into the bar before me and never return again. I would have expected anything from this night really but an angry ginger ranting to me about his ex partner was not on my list of probable events. His usage of the informal “you” also made my blood boil ever so slightly. Like dude, you do not know me and I’m of age at least be more formal. We’re not friends alright?

Yet I still tried to listen and nod along. I didn’t want any more trouble in my life and I doubted I could win a lawsuit against this guy.

“Und dann denkt dieser… Dieser ARSCHLOCH, er könnte einfach so bei uns einbrechen, weil ‘er braucht was’, und er reduziert mich dann immer auf meine Größe! Ich hab… Wie heißt das? Durchschnitt! Durschnitt-Größe!” [And then this… this asshole, thinks he could just break into our place because ‘he needs something’ and he always reduces me to my height! I have… what is it called? Average! Average height!]

I excused him his few grammatical errors. To be quite fair I was pretty impressed. He clearly had a lot to drink and let me tell you: I can’t speak German that well if I had as much as this guy had. Maybe this could be an interesting conversation after all.

“Okay ich check’s aber immer noch nich’ ganz: Dein Ex-Kollege? Ex-Partner? Der kommt trotzdem noch?” [Okay, but I still don't quite get it: Your ex-colleague? Ex partner? Is he still coming?]

“Ja!” [Yes!]

“Und warum stört er dich jetzt so sehr?” [And why does he bother you that much?]

“Weil er mich einfach verlassen hat, verdammt! This.. this son of a bitch… Er hat mich einfach so im Stich gelassen! Ich habe ihm vertraut! Und dann geht er!” [Because he just left me, dammit! This.. this son of a bitch… he just let me down like that! I trusted him! And then he leaves!]

He takes a deep breath then hits the bar counter, making me jump. He then looks at me.

“Ich bin mir sicher, für solche Leute gibt es einen ganz bestimmten Platz in der Hölle. Ich weiß, ich werde da auch landen, aber er hat ein VIP-Ticket.”[I'm sure there's a special place in hell for people like that. I know I'll end up there too, but he has a VIP ticket.]

Oh shit that got real deep real fast.

“Das hört sich persönlich an… Ganz sicher, dass ihr nur Kollegen wart? Nich’ mehr? Oder interpretier ich da was falsch?” [That sounds personal... Are you sure you were just colleagues? Nothing more? Or am I interpreting something wrong?]

I can’t tell if the red on his cheeks is from the alcohol in his system or if he feels called out.

“Weißt du was? Lass uns Wein trinken!” [You know what? Let’s drink wine!]

My eyes widened. I may be able to pay for cheap liquor but I’m definitely not going to order myself expensive wine just for fun. Maybe I should make that clear. He already seemed to order the most expensive bottle of the house.

“Oh sorry aber dafür hab ich kein-“ [Oh sorry but I don’t have any-]

“Ich zahle, du hörst zu. Deal?” [I pay, you listen. Deal?]

I just nodded.

“Warte… Wie heißt du nochmal?” [Wait… What’s your name again?]

I stopped and stared for a second. Shit. I need a name. That’s when I spotted a bottle of Jack Daniel’s behind the barkeeper. Maybe I could use that.

"Daniel. Ich heiß’ Daniel” [Daniel. My name is Daniel.]

He nodded then telling me his and giving me a handshake.

“Chuuya. Chuuya Nakahara. Schön Sie kennenzulernen.” [Chuuya. Chuuya Nakahara. Nice to meet you (formal)]

Oh wow so he was capable of using the formal form the whole time. But I had another problem: I was slowly realizing what kind of guy I must be dealing with here. I had heard of him before. The amount of money this dude had, the coat, the gloves and the fact that the bartender was scared shitless and yet didn’t kick him out. This man right before me was a mafioso. I began to sweat. How have I not noticed before? This was bad. So very bad.

The glass of wine was placed right in front of me just a minute later. Chuuya had already started talking my ear off. Somehow I felt sorry for him. He seemed so hurt, desperate even, in the way he talked. I felt the urge to maybe stroke his back and tell him to “let it all out” but ultimately decided against it, unsure if he even liked touch as a form of comfort. What was striking however was the similarities in our situations.

“Und dann geht er immer. Einfach so. Ohne etwas zu sagen.” [And then he leaves. Just like that. Without saying anything.]

He took a deep breath.

“Und dann bin ich allein.” [And then I’m alone.]

He had calmed down now. The anger had turned into sadness. Not exactly a better feeling but one I could deal with more easily.

“Ich versteh dich, um ehrlich zu sein. Ich wurde auch letztens erst geghostet. Ich weiß immer noch nicht, ob ich weiter warten soll. Gott , ich weiß nicht mal, ob ich ihn überhaupt als Arschloch abstempeln kann, obwohl ich ganz genau weiß dass ich ihn nicht verlassen hab, sondern er mich.” [I get you to be honest. I was recently ghosted too. I still don't know if I should wait any longer. God, I don't even know if I can even label him an asshole, although I know for a fact that I didn't leave him, he left me.]

He looked at me with a sense of pity, then looked at his glass, then furrowed his eyebrows. After that he clinked our wine glasses together and announced proudly:

“SCHEISS AUF MÄNNER! DIE KÖNNEN MICH ALLE MAL! DIE HABEN UNS NICHT VERDIENT!” [FUCK MEN! THEY CAN ALL GO FUCK THEMSELVES! THEY DON’T DESERVE US!]

I laughed loudly at that and he did too. I was beginning to kind of like this dude. I raised an eyebrow while smiling at him.

“Aber bist du nicht selbst einer?” [But aren’t you one yourself?]

His confident smile dropped for a split second.

“Hahaha! Wir ignorieren das mal.” [Hahaha! We’re going to ignore that.]

I had a lot of fun (and wine for that matter) with Chuuya that night. It felt good to have laughed again after being constantly worried for so long, not knowing what was going to happen next. He had taken my mind off of Dazai. Even if it was only for a night.

It all ended with him getting increasingly more quiet. He was beginning to nod off. He had definitely had too much to drink. How would he get home? He just meant he’d call someone to pick him up. I demanded he do it now but he seemed to struggle with his phone. He finally had enough after trying to press the buttons for about five minutes without achieving anything. I eventually took his phone.

“Wen soll ich anrufen?” [Who should I call?]

I managed to say as softly as possible, trying to show him I genuinely wanted to help.

He managed to croak a “Kouyou… Ozaki” before he finally passed out with his wine glass still in hand. I ended up asking the bartender to fish out her contact and watch Chuuya while I was outside making the phone call. The phone rung three times before someone picked up.

“Please don’t tell me you’re drunk again.”

Straight to the point. I see.

“Uhm… hi?” I ended up stuttering “Well, yes, he kind of is. Blacked out to be quite frank.”

“Who are you and where should I go to pick him up? I’m sorry if he was of any nuisance to you.”

The woman that picked up sounded rather formal and collected in contrast to Chuuya. Her voice was rather nice to listen to.

“Oh no no! He wasn’t a nuisance. Bar Mimi? It’s right next to Miyuki-dori Street, First floor. I don’t know how to describe it any better. We met here because he just started talking to me but no he wasn’t a nuisance. You can tell him I actually have enjoyed his company.”

“I’m sure I will find it.”

With that the call ended. I returned his phone to him, wrote a little note telling him I hoped he got home safely (in German of course), paid and then took my leave.

Thank you Chuuya for this completely absurd but very enlightening night.

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[So Ophelia is spending their time alone for now. However this will take a turn in the next few chapters as we will slowly figure out what even happened in the first place. Anyway I hope you enjoyed this (less Dazai-centric) chapter! As to what is going on in my life; I am through with most of my exams for now. The big ones are in April already tho and I’m lowkey freaking out about it. (I’ll just tell myself “in vino veritas” is my preparation for the English exam haha)]

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[noaltbruh]

okay, recently I've got drunk-

how the passione (or la squadra, it is up to u bae) guys would take care of a dumbass like me?

supposing that I'm their s/o cuz I'm lonely asf🥲

LMAO This is one of the best asks I've seen in a while. I've never seen a drunk person in my life and I pretty much have no idea of what you should do in this situation, please bear with me.

Writing Bucci gang, hope you'll like it nonetheless :,)

Bucci gang taking care of drunk reader 🍻

Giorno 🐞

I see Giorno as someone who doesn't really enjoy drinking thankfully considering he's 15 and the few times he does try some wine at fancy meetings, he always makes sure not to exaggerate.

On top of this, his father would come back home drunk and brutally beat him more often than not, so I can't help but believe that seeing someone drink a lot in front of him sort of triggers the boy.

Because of this, he tries his best to keep you under control and stop you before you can cross the line. He won't be too insisting though, he's afraid of coming off as overzealous, so he will just give you a quick warning before you get to the place.

It doesn't work.

Once he sees what state you are in, he'll bring you back home as soon as he can, especially if he notices you making a fool out of yourself with a bunch of strangers or, even worse, important people.

Aside from the image he has to maintain though, he is genuinely worried for you. He will put your arm around his shoulder and calmly walk you to the car so you can get home, he also makes sure you don't accidentally trip on yourself.

Once you get home, he'll gently help you get to bed and change into something more comfortable. His next action would be telling you to go to sleep, although it doesn't seem like you're going to listen to him.

If you start to ramble about some random nonsense, Giorno won't be surprised. He's not much of a talker and will let you go on and on with your speech for as long as you'd like.

If you get emotional, he's a good shoulder to cry on and will just lightly smile at you while you let it all out.

He will ask you multiple times if you need anything or if there's something he can do to make you feel better. You can guess he had never had to deal with a drunk person before, but he tries this best to improvise and pretty much treats you like you were sick.

He'll make you rest your head on his lap in order to help you relax a little. He has this calming aura all around himself, which means that his effort to make you feel at ease in the chaotic mess that is going through your head actually brings positive results.

I can see him creating small animals as a way to distract you a little, like a little lady bug that gently goes through your hair.

Even after you fall asleep, he will keep watching over you for quite some time before joining you, he just wants to make sure that you don't try anything reckless.

He'll ask you to be a bit more careful the next time the two of you go out, but he's very glad that the drunk you is nothing like his "dad".

Bruno 🤐

Okay, Bruno is the best choice in this case. He's the most mature member and has dealt with Abbacchio's alcoholic tendencies in the past. He believes he knows what's best for you in that moment, although he may come off as slightly overbearing sometimes.

Unlike Giorno, who only gives you a quick warning, Bucciarati knows very well how reckless you tend to be with this sort of thing, which means that he'll remind you multiple times not to exaggerate and will probably keep an eye on you the whole time.

Even so, he can't stop you from turning into a drunk mess, giggling one minute and crying on the floor the next one.

The man rapidly takes you away and doesn't even let you walk back to your place, he will probably bridal-style carry you until you get there.

He'll probably use Sticky fingers to close all the windows in the house, just to avoid accidents, while he proceeds to help you lay down.

He will leave his stand to watch over you as he goes grab a basin in case you felt the urge to throw up.

While he's at it and passes by the kitchen, he'll get you some snacks to eat, as it should help you go back to being sober more fast.

He'll try to get back to you as fast as he can though. He will keep you very close to himself and gently kiss your forehead while you burst crying over something insignificant. He can't help but think it's kind of cute.

The most insisting one when it comes to you getting some rest. You will not get up from that bed until it's all passed.

He'll use the sweetest voice possible to put you to sleep as he's still busy cooing you, there is no point in trying to resist.

Bruno won't be sleeping that night, he wants to make absolutely sure that nothing bad happens to you and will spend the entire time working on some paper work while you get better.

He won't let you near alcohol for the next two weeks.

Mista 🔫

He. Is. 18.

And he will do what any 18 years old would do: abuse alcohol. I'll tell you more, it's his fault if you got drunk in the first place: the two of you were hanging out during one of your usual dates, and he proceeded to challenge you to see who could handle alcohol better.

You lost and now you're drunk.

Now, at first he will make fun of you and will probably join in some weird argument you were having with a dude passing by. However, after he notices how you seem to be getting more and more out of control, he realizes that it's his duty to bring you home before you murder a homeless person.

And unlike the ones before him, Mista will literally drag you around like a potato sack and almost throw you on the nearest sofa as soon as you're back.

He's not sure of what to do to make you feel better to be honest, but he can guess that he should keep an eye on you 'till you calm down a little.

He's also the type that will listen to your incoherent arguments and conversations, but he will actually talk back, unlike Giorno.

Probably provokes you with some weird theory like the one about vegetarians to see how you react. At the same time though, he's also genuinely concerned and will not leave you for a single moment.

He probably calls out the pistols for some extra company, the way you barely recognise them and just point at this tiny yellow beings around you gets a good chuckle out of him.

After the last random topic, he unusually gently places your head on his laps and orders his stand to get a good, warm blanket for you.

He's also going to tease you the day after, but he'll want to do it again, he can't deny that seeing you act like that was quite entertaining.

Narancia 🍊

To your surprise, Narancia may know more about this topic that one could guess at first.

He highly dislikes drinking, both because Bruno has always told him to stay away from alcohol, and because his old "friends" would sometimes get drunk in front of him, which was not a nice view, especially for the young child he used to be.

I don't think the two of you were out when it happened. You just had the brilliant idea of stealing one of Abbacchio's wine bottles, which resulted in your senses getting all messed up in quite the short time.

And even though he has some sort of "experience" when it comes to this matter, he's completely clueless at what he's supposed to do to help you in this state.

He probably takes a deep breath and uses his three remaining brain cells, who tell him to keep you at bay before you go set something on fire.

Once he's made sure you can't get away, he'll hold you super close to himself as to calm you down a little and will ask you multiple times how you are feeling.

He doesn't get an answer, of course, and if he does, it's just incoherent babbling.

Probably gets you a glass of water or something, not realizing it makes you feel worse.

If you get sentimental and start crying, he'll cry too.

He lets out a long sigh of relief as you slowly close your eyes and pray for you to stay away from alcohol for as long as possible.

Fugo 🍓

Fugo doesn't really have an opinion on alcohol and is okay with his partner drinking some once in a while. He's never seen someone get drunk in front of him though, and remains stiff at first, when he realizes that the liquid has reached your brain.

A part of him immediately starts to panic as soon as he sees you approach a bunch of strangers and reveal some personal, embarrassing stuff about yourself and your boyfriend. Fugo has to use all of his power of will in order NOT to snap at you and tell you to stop making a fool out of yourself.

He'll push you away and get you home as soon as he can, probably accidentally making you fall on the ground in the heat of the moment, he didn't mean to, I swear.

He starts to blame himself for letting you end up in such poor conditions and apologies to you multiple times, as he helps you sit down on the nearest armchair he spots in the huge salon.

He goes to get you a blanket and comes back to you lying on the floor and giggling to yourself. He let out an annoyed sight as he contemplates asking for help, when a realization finally hits him: he may not have dealt with someone drunk before, but he tries his best to keep the "one braincell duo" under control. Your brain activity at the moment is the same Mista and Narancia always have. If he can handle them, he can handle you.

He assists you with laying a bit more comfortably and makes you rest your head on his chest with a nervous smile on his face, in a somewhat desperate, but well intended, way of reassuring you.

He usually doesn't like way intimate physical contact like this one, but decides to make an exception due to the circumstances.

He'll ask Purple haze to go get him your favorite book and gently begins to read it out loud to you, he knows it helps you relax. When he's not yelling, his tone of voice is actually a rather soft one and is pleasant to listen to.

He can't help but crack a little smile if you were to say something random out of the blue.

Only after you fall asleep he realizes that there's the possibility of you waking up and feeling the urge to vomit, so his stand grabs a basin as well, just in case.

It probably takes him quite a while to fall asleep, because of the position you're both laying in and because he fears what would happen if you woke up feeling even sicker.

As a result, he ends up not getting much rest that night. The morning after he will act as if nothing is wrong with him, but he will be asking you multiple times how you are feeling and if you remember anything about the night before.

Abbacchio 🔄

I'm honestly surprised you didn't get both drunk considering who we're talking about. In this case, the two of your were trying some wines together during one of your nights off. However, you forgot how much the man can handle alcohol compared to you.

In a very poor attempt at looking fancy and classy in front of him, you ended up becoming exactly the opposite of what you were trying to achieve.

Abbacchio knows that sensation too well, although unlike you, he gets even moodier and harder to deal with than usual. He does feel some sort of empathy for you in this situation, and will put an hand over your hip as he guides you back home.

As soon as you arrive, he asks you if you need to go to the restroom and accompanies you if you answer "yes". The sight of the situation...Is nothing new to him, although it's not a pleasant one.

Once you're done, he leads you to your shared bedroom and just...Caresses you with a gentleness that almost doesn't seem to belong to him.

He doesn't feel the need to calm you down with words, he believes you wouldn't understand him anyway. He's not one for physical affection, but he feels a bit more comfortable in this context, as you don't even fully realize what is going on.

He's confused by your naivety and cheerfulness in this state, but simply observes you as you keep on smiling at him with this innocent look on your face.

He finds himself smiling back, but doesn't even realize it until you mention it.

It's an old habit of him, but I believe he would still keep some emergency food in his room just in case, maybe even just apple slices wrapped in a napkin. He invites you to have some, making sure you don't accidentally choke.

He won't sleep that night either. He feels like it's his duty to be there for you the whole time while you're in this state, just like someone else was there for him before.

Trish 🎙

Trish is a minor, but I don't really see her enjoying alcohol in general if I'm being honest, only extremely fancy cocktails, and those are a rarity too.

It doesn't even cross her mind the thought that maybe, just maybe, you're not as picky as her when it comes to this sort of thing. This leads to her actually being quite in shock when she sees you getting drunk for the first time.

I'm guessing this took place during one of the many parties she attends as a pop star, but as soon as she notices some excessive hiccups from you, she will quickly come up with an excuse for you to leave the place before the situation gets out of hand.

She partially blames herself for not being careful enough with you, but she knows that it's not something too out of the ordinary for people of your age, and soon switches her focus on making sure you feel better...Or at least, not worse.

In the moment she dials the number, a taxi is already there to pick the two of you up. Trish makes you rest on her shoulder during the whole ride and is very delicate with helping you walk out of the car once you arrive, one step at a time.

She's never dealt with someone drunk though, so she is a bit clueless as to what practically do once she gets you to sit down. As such, she checks online for advices and guides on to how to act.

Not to her surprise, it says not to leave you alone even for just a moment, which gives her a nice excuse for pampering and cuddling with you.

She'll notice your bright red cheeks and will comment on how adorable they look, before kissing your forehead.

If you'd like to, since she's feeling good, she'll let you play with her hair, as long as it keeps you happy and distracted from causing any sort of trouble.

She also knows how people become more honest when they're drunk, and will probably get you to spill some secrets about the gang to her, or she will ask you some provocative questions like if you really love her and such.

Once she sees you falling asleep, she's quick to join after you. It was a rather peaceful rest for the two of you.

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[lilac-den]

Ah, your answers and IF are well worth waiting for, author.

Lmao 6 books and 3 can end with game over's essentially and you won't say which? a little cruel dear author, a little cruel lol, kidding. Fun times ahead then.

Now a couple more asks, delving into the archive and Dolo's answers leave me wondering lol should we be afraid of them? or treat them preciously and protect them to the best of our ability? or both?

Also how would the Ro's react to a clingy drunk love confession from Mc in the instance of Mc super drunk holding onto Ro in any way they can get their arms around them and mumbles "i love you" before promptly falling asleep on them?.

- confused British Anon

Currently, 3 game overs are possible 👀 Might include more-

As for your question, British Anon:

Zeus: Well, there can be two diff events: Pre-crushing and crushing.

Pre-crushing - "[Name], I advice you to withhold your alcohol intake to avoid accidental romantic endeavours."

Crushing - "[Name], I am restricting your alcohol intake to prevent accidental romantic endeavours." Pause. "No, in fact, it would be safer if you only partake in this much alcohol when I am close by. I will not have your inebriated state taken advantage of by others."

"But Zeus, aren't you the one who-"

"End of discussion."

(Note: Zeus isn't looking to restrict MC's control; they're just worried that MC might confess someone else accidentally and the person ends up a creep looking to bring drunk victims home. They'll calm down a bit more though if MC explains that the confession is a first and it's probs cuz they do like Zeus that way.)

Hermes: Sighs in annoyance and mumbles about MC needing to control their alcohol before tucking them in bed (and sleep on the same bed because, of course, MC had to be such a koala!). Hermes wakes up pretty late, so MC would have the time to run or stay if they wish. But Hermes would just comment last night as 'drunk rambles' and won't take a drunk confession seriously.

Dionysus: Stutters, flustering and lots of blubbering. They wouldn't know what to do after tucking MC in! Do they really like them? Did they mean it? Surely they'll need to talk about this come morning, right? Dionysus would be so fretful about this that they'll have a tough time sleeping. But they'll try not to go confrontational about this with MC, since it's a drunk confession. There is a likelihood that MC might have meant someone else (cue 💔) or MC just felt lonely? Y'all need a good talk before this poor soul wears themselves down.

Ares: They'll let MC sleep on them; they're not particularly heavy to Ares due to Ares's strength, so it won't be surprising if MC wakes up to their (MC's) bed. Ares would observe MC's behaviour in the morning though, asking if MC remembers anything of last night. If MC tries to deny remembering or genuinely doesn't remember last night, Ares would ask if they want to know what they did last night. If no, then Ares would consider the confession as what a drunk person usually does (Ares had more than enough experiences with drunkards). If yes, then Ares would tell them to MC and wait for MC to choose if they want to continue the topic or avoid it altogether.

Dolos: This little fucker is gonna end up recording this event, just so they'll start teasing MC like "Aw, tweety bird, you looooove me!" Of course, this would be done between the two of them. But I don't think Dolos would believe this to be a 'proper' confession, so they won't immediately assume you two are dating. They would consider this as an increased likelihood of MC reciprocating them though, so they may get a bit more active in their moves (if they haven't already. . .)

#Silverking #ROasks #drunk MC

[classic80sand90smovieloves2]

Meeting and Dating Adam

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

(I don’t know why this one gave me so much trouble. Probably because I was writing it on like three hours of sleep and a slightly burnt out brain but I hope you enjoy anyways!!)

- Meeting Adam is ingrained in your memory; though not for reasons that one would consider good. You remember the moment with perfect clarity not because of the inherent chemistry between the two of you or because of how attractive you found him, but because of how strange it was trying to interact with him.

- Adam was a neighbor of yours, one who lived in the apartment just a staircase across from yours; though the close proximity did little to further your relationship. He never spoke to you; so much so that you contemplated the fact that he might be mute, yet you’d seen him outside on more than a few occasions and tried your best to be welcoming and kind: greeting him as you returned/left home and rambling to him whenever you could; trying to get him to warm up to you. 

- You figured that any person who wanted to get to know someone would jump on the opportunity to start a conversation; no matter how shy they may be, but Adam never did, and a part of you stood to wonder if he just didn’t like you. An insecurity which would wind up being the catalyst in the shift of your relationships dynamic. 

- You had a small potted plant garden in front of your apartment that you generally took to watering every other afternoon and one day, while you were doing so, Adam had returned home from the store, meeting your eyes as you peered up the stairs and greeted him with your usual friendly smile. He looked down and away from you as you did so but you persevered, awkwardly telling him about what you were doing as he lingered by his front door. 

“Did I do something to upset you?” You asked after a particularly long and awkward pause and in response to your question, he’d glanced up with a look of surprised confusion and shook his head. A wave of relief washed over you and you smiled, rushing out an ‘oh good’ as he watched you fumble around; a small smile finding it’s way onto his own lips. 

- It wasn’t a sentence, or even a word, but it was something and it gave you a sense of hope that you never thought possible. He stood outside for a couple more minutes, watching you as you continued to take care of your plants before he finally entered his apartment and disappeared for the rest of the day. 

- Regardless of how little the two of you interacted, Adam and you always seemed to be perfectly in sync: awake at the same time, outside at the same time; etc. You’d always assumed that it was a coincidence but it never failed to bring the idea of him being the perfect companion to the forefront of your imagination; should you ever manage to get that far. 

- Blame it on the loneliness or whatever else you could think of, but you were determined to be a part of his life; and his little acknowledgement towards you only served to reassure you in your efforts to get close to him. You started speaking to him much more often, and though it wound up being more of a one sided therapy session as opposed to an actual conversation, you found yourself growing more and more comfortable in his presence; and found that he was starting to loosen up in your company as well. 

- Because of this, you found yourself bold enough to venture over to his apartment late one night, noticing that his lights were still on while you yourself were struggling to fall asleep. 

- And though you felt a bit silly and worried that you’d be bothering him, you powered through your nervousness and knocked on his front door; stuttering out an apology once he opened it and asking if you could come in. He opened the door a bit further and silently let you inside, holding back his dog as you rambled out an explanation and looked around his apartment curiously. 

- You were so caught up in looking around that you barely even heard him speak; or maybe you were just so used to him not speaking that you thought you’d imagined it. Either way, it wouldn’t have surprised you: after all, the statement was so out of left field that it probably should have been a hallucination.

- His first words were asking if you wanted some ice cream: …god, he really was bizarre. 

- But if he was bizarre then so were you because you mulled it over silently for a couple seconds before smiling and saying sure; leading to you sitting down in his apartment for a while and coaxing sentences out of him between bites of cold dessert. 

- Adam still doesn’t talk much after that but he isn’t as totally silent and as awkward around you as he once was. He lets you do most of the conversation making but every now and again, he’ll go off on a tangent and really start to tell you about something and it always manages to make you smile; regardless of what your mood had been prior to that moment. 

- If you’re waiting for a confession from him or an invitation to a first date then rethink your decisions and realize that you’re not going to get either of them any time soon. If you want your relationship with Adam to progress then you’re gonna have to make the first move yourself; probably by kissing him and seeing how he reacts. Which is exactly what you chose to do....

- One day, after weeks of getting to know each other and very obviously falling in love, you found yourself in his apartment, listening to records and just enjoying each others company. After mulling it over and chickening out a few times, you mustered up some courage and leaned in; pausing yet choosing to ignore his instinctual flinching back before pressing your lips softly to his own. 

- The kiss was featherlight and clumsy and probably left a lot to be desired but the shaky breath he let out as you pulled away from him made your entire body melt. He looked like he was seeing fireworks in front of his eyes as you searched his face for any signs of protest and the way he moved just an inch closer to you told you everything you needed to hear as you leaned in to kiss him again. 

- How could you be so evil as to steal a sick mans heart?

- There’s very few things that can get in the way of Adam enjoying your affection and location has never been one of them. He doesn’t have enough social awareness for pda to ever bother him so he welcomes any attention you want to give him with open arms. He’s touch starved after all; you have years of isolation to make up for.

- Though he definitely finds it difficult to make the first move in the beginning of your relationship, he starts getting more and more used to it the longer the two of you are together. And though he may still prefer it whenever you come to him, he’ll begin to feel comfortable just coming to you whenever he feels the need for a little human contact or just wants to shower you in affection.

- Holding hands. It might not be your preferred choice of affection, but you got so used to doing it during his “too flustered to think” phase and now it’s just a force of habit; one that both of you tend to enjoy. 

- Kissing him on the cheek is a guaranteed way to cheer him up regardless of his mood; though any type of kiss is fine by him. He can feel the tingle of your lips for the rest of the day and he never gets tired of it; especially when he’s having a hard time. 

- Most kisses with Adam are clumsy and soft; a sort of barely there and featherlight type of kiss that leaves you wanting more. But occasionally, he’ll kiss you with a restrained sort of passion; one that makes you melt where you stand and reminds you that he loves you more than anything in the entire world. He speaks through his actions and his kisses write poetry that rivals Shakespeare.

- Connecting your foreheads. It’s one of the few types of affection that he always seems to initiate himself.

- Pet names really aren’t Adams thing; unless they’re being directed towards him. He only ever calls you by your full given name but he never minds; and oftentimes really enjoys, hearing you refer to him as some lovey dovey term of endearment. Nothing makes him short circuit and fold faster than hearing you call him “baby” or something of the sort.  

- You are; quite literally, the only thing besides sheer exhaustion that can make him fall asleep on a regular and healthy basis. You don’t even have to be doing anything; though cuddling with him certainly helps, just being in your presence; listening to you making noise and smelling your perfume, is enough to calm him down and send him to dreamland. 

- Speaking of cuddling: it’s grown to be quite the obsession of his. Most of the time you’re either sleeping on his chest or he’s sleeping on yours: usually while his dog lays at your feet, and depending on who’s who, you’ll either listen to his heartbeat or the sound of his soft breathing and begin to drift off to sleep yourself. 

- That being said: it’s fairly normal for him to stay awake and watch you sleep; finding comfort in the peaceful look on your face and the quiet moments between you where he just gets to cherish your presence and the feel of you in his arms. Just try and forget about the fact that he confessed to watching you sleep before the two of you started dating; it’s not important right now. 

- You know those boyfriends who refuse to learn anything about your hobbies or go to certain places with you because it’s “just not their thing”? Adam is the opposite of those. He loves spending time with you, so much so that he’ll let you drag him all around town and spend hours at a time trying to understand your interests just because he wants to be closer to you and knows it’ll make you happy; and seeing you happy makes him happy.

- Being allowed to do pretty much whatever you want with him. Drag him to different places, dress him up, cut his hair, fuss over and annoy him, etc. He takes it all like a champ and comes back for more the next day.

- Staying in a lot and just listening to records or watching different films. He likes his quiet time; especially when it involves you, so never feel afraid to ask for a raincheck on that really involved date that the two of you planned if you just feel like relaxing at home.

- Slow dancing alone in your apartments.

- Playing board games together.

- Walking his dog with him.

- Visiting the orphanage he grew up in and watching as he reminisces; quietly pointing out all of the locations and details that were included in the childhood stories that he told you so much about.

- Star gazing together. Whenever the two of you are out late at night, he’ll point out the constellations and the moon and the different planets you can see from Earth and tell you all about them; sometimes really sweetly tilting your head so you can spot them better.

- Visiting each other at work; if you don’t work together already.

- Watching him as he whittles and receiving some of his carvings as gifts every now and again. He loves seeing them scattered around your room whenever he visits and promises to make you as many as you want when you first express how much you like them.

- Speaking of gifts: he only ever seems to give you things that you’re sure you’ll cherish for the rest of your life. Handmade creations, perfect replicas of things from your past that you’ve told him about, things that mean a lot to him that he wants to share with you, etc. You’re almost always close to tears whenever he surprises you with them; which usually prompts him to apologize like he’s done something wrong.

- Give him a gift and he turns into a kid on Christmas; no matter how small it may be. He’ll love it because it came from you; not because it’s inherently cool or expensive. Not to mention, the mere act of receiving a present helps to heal his inner child and makes him smile like nothing else.

- Adam went through a lot of repression and trauma growing up so on occasion, you’re just gonna have to comfort and be there for him: letting him know that you aren’t going to go anywhere and that’s it’s okay to react however he needs to as he gets used to the feeling of being loved and cared for.

- He obviously doesn’t talk a lot but whenever he does, he always manages to say something sweet: whether it be giving you compliments or reassurance or just telling you that he missed you; even if you were only gone for a couple of hours.

- He finds it easier to write his feelings down instead of expressing them out loud so expect a few love letters and notes to be left around your apartment whenever he has something important to say; like telling you how much he cares about you or how amazing he thinks you are.

- Surprise flowers. He favors colorful little bouquets over roses and that’s something you especially love about him; how even his preferred floral arrangement is so …him. 

- Inside jokes.

- Most people in your life; rightfully, think he’s a little weird so get used to standing by your man and ignoring their rude/pointed comments. He may be weird but you love him regardless and that’s all that matters, right?

- He almost always walks with you whenever you need to go somewhere: wanting to know that you got home or to work; or wherever else you may go, safe. He’ll wake up early, stay up late, or go on break strategically just so he can be there for you. And if he really can’t make it, he’ll call you or have you call him as soon as you get home just so he knows that you’re alright. He’s a bit overdramatic but it makes you feel good to know that he cares about you so much.

- Please just bring your own jacket when you leave the house: don’t make him give you his. And no, you may not ask him to give it to you, but he’s going to do it anyways and you should know that by now. Trust me, you don’t want to walk home while watching him shake like a leaf from the cold; it’s like watching an ASPCA commercial that doesn’t end.

- He has absolutely zero shame when it comes to how in love with you he is. He openly admits to missing you; even when you spend almost all of your time together, and sprays himself with your perfume in the morning so he can smell like you for the rest of the day. Some would call him obsessive; and they’d be absolutely right, but sometimes that’s just the price of true love, baby. 

- Please move some of your things into his apartment when things start to get serious between the two of you. Just seeing a stray hair tie on his bedside table makes him giddy; imagine how happy he is when you ask for one of his dresser drawers. 

- The two of you share cute little routines with each other: like him waking you up every morning with a warm drink and a long soft kiss.

- He’s an avid reader so it’s no surprise that you’d borrow each others books. I have a feeling that he doesn’t annotate his own novels but he’d cherish the ones that you do; tracing your writing with a small smile before turning the page and continuing on.  

- Regardless of how long the two of you have been together, he still looks at you the same way he did when he first met and fell in love with you. Your presence still manages to distract him; even if you’re doing nothing of interest, and you’ll notice him staring on more than a few occasions; merely giving you a small smile whenever you manage to catch him and fondly shaking his head when you shyly ask him “what?”. 

- He rarely ever works up the nerve to ask you out loud, but every now and again he’ll nudge his head against your hand, lay his head in your lap, or ask you to “help him with his hair” and you’ll just have to realize that he wants you to run your fingers through and play with it. The contented sigh that leaves his lips and the way his eyes flutter shut never fails to make you melt; probably just as much as he’s melting in that very moment. 

- Is it weird that he secretly enjoys hurting himself? Yeah, kinda. Is he a masochist? No: he just enjoys having your undivided attention and sympathy while you patch him up afterwards. He has a high pain tolerance, clumsy hands, and severe mommy issues: what more do I have to tell you?

- I already mentioned that he’s obsessed with you, right? Because he’s like really obsessed with you. Almost every thought of his involves you to some degree: whether it be seeing something on his own and instantly wanting to tell you about it or thinking about how it reminds him of you, or just plain remembering everything you tell him. At least he’ll never forget your birthday, right?

- You’re his biggest motivating factor and it never fails to make you feel loved and appreciated. You know how hard certain things are for him, and yet he still agrees to give them a chance just because he knows they’ll mean a lot to you; like going to a party or getting the heart transplant that all his doctors say he needs. 

- Speaking of his heart: its one of the few things in your relationship that’s actually started an argument between the two of you and though he’s terrified of losing the love he has for you, he can’t stand the thought of not being with you for as long as possible or accidentally hurting you by refusing to get the help that he needs. It might take a while but he’ll agree to get the transplant and you’ll be with him every step of the way; making sure he’s got no other choice but to remember just how much he loves you. 

- Okay fine; lets talk about his creepy behavior. Adam is kind of a stalker and he does some questionable things; things that you’re just gonna have to look past and accept if you want to be in a relationship with him. He never really had a chance to be normal and/or learn the intricacies of right and wrong so you’ll just have to be patient and understanding with him: explaining why he can’t do certain things; like breaking into your house, no matter how innocent or kind the intention behind the gesture was.

- I think a majority of the time, Adam won’t realize that somebody is trying to flirt with you, and even when he does, he’s far too shy to do anything about it; unless you’re openly uncomfortable and seemingly want his help. You’re fairly open about your disinterest in other men so it isn’t often that he feels the need to be insecure or jealous. As long as you’re safe; and as long as you’re coming home to him, he’s perfectly fine and trusting of you. 

- Protective doesn’t even begin to describe how he feels about you. There’s nothing on this Earth that’s as precious to him as you are and he’ll do absolutely everything in his power to make sure that you’re okay; regardless of the situation. 

- Arguments are a very rare occurrence in your relationship; mainly because the issues you have with him aren’t something you can resolve with a simple fight. He already has enough trouble as it is when it comes to being open about his emotions; and/or confessing to things he knows you wont be a fan of, so try your best to stay calm and have a civil discussion with him. Getting angry or yelling at him won’t do anything besides make him shut down and avoid you. 

- He might not apologize in the way you’re expecting him to but they’re still always sincere. He never means to upset you; most of your issues stem from ignorance not malice, so he’ll always try his best to make it up to you.

- Side note: Adam is a very “no love lost” type of person. Even if you’re both mad at each other and not on the best of terms, he still wants the best for you and wants to make sure that you’re okay. You can hate him all you want; though he’d prefer it if you didn’t, he’s still going to look out for you and help you out whenever he can. 

- Even though he struggles to tell you he loves you out loud, you never feel as though he doesn’t. He shows you he cares through his actions and confesses his love for you on paper. Words have never been his strong suit but if they’re yours then feel free to shower him in as many “I love you’s” as possible: he never gets tired of hearing you say it and if you’re patient with him, you’ll definitely hear him say it back one day. 

- The two of you cherish every moment you have with each other and though your time together may be short, you’ll love him for the rest of your life and he’ll love you for the last of his. 

#untamed heart 1993 #adam untamed heart #untamed heart imagine #untamed heart imagines #untamed heart headcanon #untamed heart headcanons #90s movie imagine #90s movie imagines #90s movie headcanon #90s movie headcanons #i lowkey dont know how to tag this lol

[potatochip-oc-dump]

i am going to dump a bit of lore on your doorstep (by copy and pasting smth i wrote on discord a few days ago) so i can give context to something i have drawn

disclaimer: it may be long and wordy. but thats what its all about baby

"in short i finally figured out how Arthur gets their name.

so to preface this i must offer. context. be warned this is gonna be one of those Rambles.

before we begin, i am debating on whether or not i should keep the 'arthur possessing gidget' thing, change it to where they possess chip (?), or get rid of it... my reasoning being: i think it makes more sense for arthur to be closer to chip especially cuz they end up as siblings in the end, ALSO i dont remember why gigi had to be the one that was possessed and i think the story would work just fine if it was somebody else.

in fact itd probably work even better with chip not only bc the theming of Being In The Wrong Body and everyone claiming u r somebody youre not works even better if its with chip, it also works cuz chip in the story is frequently like... whats the word. overlooked. or not taken seriously.

but anyways:

two, there is a plot point sometime during chip & gidget's stay in the castelle manor in which everyone but chip is trapped inside a dream by moonlight (in the waking world they are all asleep & cant wake up) bc she is searching their dreams in order to find Arthur (and kill them)

hopefully that doesnt sound. too convoluted. ah. anyways. something something chip teams up w arthur to enter their dreams and wake them up. i think.

i think probably arthur was either forced into going w chip or he agreed relunctantly, but (assuming he is still possessing someone) chip asks arthur if they can see his real face. and he agrees but in a way that makes it clear he is Lying

they wake up in (.....i dont think i have a solid name for this place yet. i think i called it Space 2 in my lore doc for the bit but i think itll be called 'otherside')

and Arthur just looks like a weird version of [whoever they were possessing at the time.] chip comments on it and art's like 'oh you mean my REAL REAL face yeah ok let me. um.' (they change into an exact copy of chip.) 'Better?'

at this point it is becoming clear that arthur might not have a 'real face,' but chip doesnt know that yet

meanwhile there is some chatter between the two, w arthur passively explaining who Midnight and Moonlight are. ALSO there is a fun fact i think about moonlight canonically having a preference for Women & that Arthur's pre-death appearance was modelled after the first human woman. i think. at one point they get onto the topic of art and chip asks Arthur if they like to draw, in which they respond: 'no.' Riveting.

something something climactic point where arthur breaks down and finally admits that they dont have a body, dont have any of their powers, and they cant even remember what theyre supposed to look like. he says that he feels useless!

& then chip says something like 'you dont have to have powers to like. create stuff.'

and then they draw together :]

chip agrees to help give him a "new face" so to speak by drawing him a FURSONA (it is a JACKRABBIT with a RAINCOAT AND UMBRELLA and an EYEPATCH and like. epic scars. and two swords. and a pet dolphin & demon wings. and other convoluted detailed design elements akin to that of a sparkledog) which they lovingly name 'Arthur.' (maybe w a last name like 'skullcrusher' or soemthing)

and arthur like draws his own version of that. which is Close to what Arthur's design is currently. & he's like 'yeah. so um. uhh. close your eyes i cant do it while youre looking.'

(chip puts their paws over their eyes.) 'um ok! what are you doing?'

'im gonna show you the real me.'

& then he looks like the character he drew."

#oc #chip pockett #arthur #saying stuff #lore dump #im having one of those moments where i think of a plot point thats really really good #qnd it gives me tons of motivation to come up w more stuff #i am fine tuning this story and when i am done it will be very very wonderful #that is my dream

[jailforwriter]

Alright, let's tackle this...

So, here's the thing. This piece of advice is my nemesis. This piece of advice has led me down many a dark road, full of bloated and unnecessary descriptions of gestures and expressions and people sighing so much their lungs should've rightly collapsed. And it's not because it's bad advice per se – in fact, it can be, dare I say...really good? Only sometimes, though. It's a bit complicated, so let's get into it!

"Show, don't tell" is fantastic for new writers. It's shorthand for "you're not reciting a textbook on new and exciting synonyms for the word 'sad'." And it's absolutely true – you should, ideally, delve a bit deeper than that. Firstly, let's look at what it's good for:

Experience and connection: a vivid description of the pinks and purples of dusk, "as though flower petals scattered across a starry pond", is certainly more effective at evoking emotion than just saying that the sunset was pretty. Chances are the reader has seen a sunset like that at some point and can therefore extrapolate some emotion from the awe they felt in that moment. And if nothing else, it'll engage their senses enough for them to paint a pretty mental picture, which puts the reader in the driving seat for a bit. Hopefully they weren't falling asleep, but hey, it happens, so make 'em work a bit!

Immersive and dynamic: look, if you tell me that the monster's gaping maw – full of jagged, razor-sharp teeth filed to bloody points – snapped closer to your protagonist's face, wafting a rotten, coppery stench into their eyes that made them water, I will 100% feel more uncomfortable than if you told me that the monster was scary and wanted a snack. This technique can be particularly effective when it comes to building tension and the emotions that come with it, as it can foster a sort of chumminess between the reader and the character (not ideal when a monster's about to get them, but we made the reader care, so...checkmate).

Avoids exposition: ah, yes. The dreaded "e" word, only minutely edged out by the word "exam", capable of evoking the kind of budding horror that we as writers have to work hard to get across on-page. Basically, since you aren't just relying information like rattling off a shopping list, you're going to retain the reader's attention more efficiently and, hopefully, be more mindful about what does and doesn't need to be on the page. Listen, I hate this just as much as you do, but rambling will kill the narrative mega-dead.

"But Tumblr user jailforwriter," I hear you say, "doesn't that mean that 'show, don't tell' is actually really good?"

Yes. Kinda. Again, complicated. For now, let's look at the other side of the coin: the reasons why this piece of otherwise fantastic advice can be misconstrued and completely wreck your shit.

Oops, All Description: look at you! You got so good at description and implication that, instead of plainly conveying that a tertiary character with no long-lasting impact on the plot is a snake-handler, you now have three pages of this dude buying frozen mice at the pet store and treating all the bite marks on his arms. And yes, that can be fantastic – when it's relevant. Otherwise, it'll read like filler and drag the pacing through the mud. It takes a little bit of discernment to figure out when all that detail is important and when just saying "he handled snakes" suffices, but that's part of the process, babey 😎. (Don't despair, though. As we continue to demystify it, it'll become clearer, I promise!).

Vagueness and confusion: you know your story. I know you know your story. You know every little detail inside out and how it impacts the plot. Unfortunately, 100% of readers are not, in fact, you, dear reader. Aside from the cruel reality that I cannot body-swap with someone who owns a cat whenever I want, the other main issue with this is that we may not be expressing what we think we're expressing, pretty much ever. When we over-describe and avoid stating things plainly as a rule, the reader will have to interpret a whole lot of stuff, which can get to be too vague and confusing when they, through no fault of their own, arrive at the Wrong Place. And I'm pro-girlboss gaslighting in books, absolutely, but only when it's narratively resonant and not an accident (lol).

Length and lack of variety: AKA "shucks, I've already described the sun as everything from a painting to a bruise twenty times, what now? Ah, I know! Unnecessarily lengthy and contrived metaphors!". Nope. Not the way to go, my guy. We've all shoehorned our fair share of metaphors in places they oughtn't be (don't lie to me, I'm under your bed) but chances are, if it's happening too often, it's time to include some plain ol' telling the reader what's UP. It'll shake up the prose, too, which again, might just wake them up a bit.

So, yep. You know what's up. It's that "balance and moderation" stuff your parents failed at drilling into you, but that you nonetheless learned after getting a tummy ache from eating a whole family-sized bag of M&M'S at 3 A.M. (As an aside, experience is the best teacher, particularly when the experience in question sucked ass, so there's another reason to make your readers experience emotion rather than telling them how to feel!).

To conclude: "show, don't tell" is a matter of perspective and discernment, which yes, is a copout, but to that I say: how dare you say something with the word "cop" in it to me? Yuck ew.

Happy writing!

#writeblr #writing advice #writing #writing tips #writerscommunity

[nogenderbee]

Hello! I REALLY LOVE YOUR WRITING, IT'S SO ASHDSFJSH-

Anyways~, can I request a, d, n, t for rui?

(It's okay if don't wanna to write it)

Hello! Thank you so much <3 and don't worry I don't mind writing it so ^^ enjoy hehe

Rui A, D, N, T fluff alphabet

⊱ Admirer ═ What if they would be secret admirer? How would they act around their crush? And what will they do for them?

Rui may seem like someone bold and secret admirer doesn't suit him, but there he is, being your admirer. He would sneak flirt notes with couple of sweets at your desk every morning before classes, and will watch from afar for your reaction. If you giggle or will have big smile on your face, he wants to tease you about it the next day but at the same time he doesn't want to be creepy.

Rui is the type of admirer who would act like he only sees you as a best friend when you talk personally. Something you don't know tho is that admirer you were telling him stories about is actually he himself.

"Hehe~ I'm interested when will they realize that it's me..."

⊱ Distance ═ They are in long distance relationship. How do they act in it? Do they have any plans for meeting their lover?

Rui doesn't talk to people online much, the only people he talks to online are probably the ones that are also interested in robots like him and sell or exchange mechanical parts. So for you to start talking you'd have to sell or exchange some parts or Rui would have to be very bored and just start texting on some fandom groups he's interested in.

But if you do start dating, Rui makes sure to talk with you at least every morning and every night. If you're also type of person who doesn't sleep untill late hours, he would love to face time with you and just talk about your day or even do his inventions meanwhile you do your things, he still likes quality time together. If you fall asleep, prepare that he will take multiple screenshots and tease you the next day in the morning, but he can fall asleep sometimes too! And stay a little longer after Rui falls asleep and you're going to hear him rambling through his dreams.

Rui wants to meet you really badly, but at the same time he knows that both of you have your private lives where you live, so he will try to meet you on vacations. He will try to get your address in excuse that he wants to send you something as a surprise gift, and once he does he goes to your house and buys you plushie that you might like. And once he's finally at your house he knocks and gives you his gift personally.

"Hello, I came to deliver surprise gift for the prettiest person in the world~"

⊱ Nickname ═ How do they call you? Where did they took this idea from?

Nickname for you was more accidental... but let's start from beginning: Rui wanted to give you a nickname because he thought it would be cute and maybe even fluster you a little, but he couldn't really think of any good idea. He came back from practice to their new show which has a little romantic topic... which you didn't mind because it's acting after all! So when he came back home and greeted you, he accidentally called you "Darling" instead of "YN" because he has this in his lines and just said it. But after seeing your reaction, he decided that it would be a perfect nickname for you!

After that accident, Rui didn't stopped calling you that, in fact he takes every single opportunity to call you like this. Although if that nickname makes you uncomfortable, he will think of something else, but if you're comfortable then he will call you like that ALL. THE. TIME. it doesn't matter if you're talking to his friends, family or if you're alone, he still wants to see you flustered or at least show you that he loves you.

"Hello Darling. I'm finally ba- Oh your face is so red YN! Or maybe I should keep calling you Darling?"

⊱ Type ═ What's their type? What type of person do they want to spend their life with?

Rui has two types: First type is someone who gets easily flustered, and can easily turn into blushing mess. Second type is someone who would flirt back to him, so he and his lover would have flirt completion, and it's not so easy to fluster him!

But Rui still would appreciate with "mom energy". As we know this man literally has crappy sleep schedule and completely can't take care of himself, so he would need appreciate someone who can at least check up on him. But if you actually take care of him like: bring him food in case he forgets his, share or bring additional scarf, make sure he goes to bed at proper time then he's immediately in love with you.

"I would admire someone who can take care of me! But naturally I'd like to take care of them too."

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