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redr0sewrites · 9 months

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Blade x reader General Headcanons (sfw + nsfw)

*gently hands this to you and then scuttles away like a large cockroach* not proofread so yea <\\\3 u can tell i have a blade bias <3

🥀CW: a little angst, blade is Bad At Feelings ™️, reader is sorta assumed to be a stellaron hunter, dom/sub dynamics in the nsfw, switch!blade, knife kink/pain kink, just filth tbh

🥀 minors dni with the nsfw portion

sfw!

we all know bladie is RIDICULOUSLY emotionally constipated- if he likes you, he is in COMPLETE AND UTTER DENIAL

he will be staring into ur soul like he hates ur guts but the whole time his heart is pounding out of his chest

he has a very stoic face, it takes a while for u to learn to read him 😭

tbh ud prob think that he hates u for a while cuz he just stares at u

once u both get over the initial awkwardness of him constantly looming over u and hovering around u and staring at u, and once u realized that no, hes not creepy or insane he just wants to be around u, u guys would probably become close friends pretty quickly!

i dont think hes the type to jump into a relationship, his commitment issues get in the way

u would DEF have to be friends first, but he would still be enamoured with u

very observant, he notices all of the little things u do

one of the very first things that tips u off to the fact that he has romantic feelings towards u would probably simply be the fact that he literally cares SO MUCH about ur life and routine

hes memorized ur schedule, how u make ur coffee/tea, what ur favorite movies and shows are, he can tell when ur sad or stressed, he just finds comfort in learning details about u

he prefers to listen in conversation rather than speak, he can listen to u for hours

if u like something or are interested in something, suddenly he is too and he wants to learn all about it

at this point all the other stellaron hunters are rooting for u two to get together

kafka would try to set u both up like all the time

shes never seen blade so devoted to someone

whenever u walk in the room, he always seems to light up a little in excitement

i honestly feel like he would confess first but only for the sake of kafka not telling u before he does💀

it would probably be after an especially tiring or exhausting mission, after the maras been making him feel shitty

blade always feels so safe around u and he would just suddenly blurt out the fact that hes in love with u

after the initial shock, when u tell him the feelings are reciprocated hes ECSTATIC

but wont show it

he'll just let out a small (but cute): smile and nod

kafka, sam, and silverwolf are in the background recording the whole thing 💀

hes awkward at first

SUCKS AT PHYSICAL CONTACT TBH

blade's love language is def acts of service

he loves doing things for you and he loves helping u, it makes him proud to know that he can help make u feel safe

will fucking destroy anyone who hurts u

like actually destroy

nobody had ever seen blade so angry or ruthless as the day u were hurt on a mission

afterwords hes cradling u in his arms, clinging to u like ur gonna disappear😭

he knows how fleeting mortal lives are and hes genuinely so afraid of losing u

hes not good at talking things out or expressing his feelings

hes also not great at apologizing but he will try for u and only for u

arguments with him kinda suck cuz he can be stubborn and doesn't understand emotions

blade would feel terrible afterwards tho

would probably sit next to u and just take ur hands in a silent apology and gently run his thumb in a soft circle on ur palm

he likes it when u wear his clothes, he can be possessive and seeing u in his (probably much larger) clothes makes him a little feral

overall, u guys have ur ups and downs, but are ultimately a power couple and he loves u sm what can i do to find me a blade smh

nsfw!

SWITCH ENERGY‼️

when hes dom, hes MEAN

blade can talk so filthy sometimes, his voice is so deep and rough and when hes got you folded in half, ruthlessly pounding into u theres nothing u love to hear more than his scornful voice switching from degradation to praise <3

into marking on both ends, he loves seeing u covered in hickeys and scratches but also enjoys being littered in stinging marks for him to admire later

i feel like blade would like positions where he can be close to u when hes dominant, such as mating press or missionary

SIZE KINK! if ur smaller thank him, he love love LOVES to use his larger stature and weight to pin u down

seeing u squirm and writhe helplessly beneath him turns him on

will pin ur wrists above ur head, leaning down to whisper the filthiest words in ur ear, the entire time his cock is thrusting so fast in and out of ur leaking hole, ur mind is melting to mush at the stimulation. on top of that, his free hand is roughly playing with ur cock/clit, while he nips and bites roughly at ur neck. its all so much, too much...

rahh i went off there for a sec

anyways <3

blade wouldn't understand the hype to exhibitionism until the both of u got together

the two of u r fucking in a storage closet while people outside r just continuing their everyday lives, his hand clamped roughly over ur mouth to silence u, but that doesnt stop his own breathy moans and growls from slipping through

i also think blade would have a knife kink, hed find sick, twisted pleasure in running a knife over ur soft skin as u squirm

hed never actually hurt u, he could never do that

u both def have a safeword

but the idea is still arousing

he isnt as vocal when dom when hes sub, when hes dom its more low growls and groans and moans while when hes sub its more moaning and whimpers and whines

when hes sub, hes so into pain

if u pull his hair, this man will immediately submit

HE HAS AN ORAL FIXATION IF U HAVE A COCK HE WOULD ADORE TO SPEND EVERY WAKING HOUR SUCKING ON IT. if ur exhausted and want to keep blade occupied (cuz his stamjna is INSANE), give him two of ur fingers to suck on<3

he just looks so pretty with ur fingers in his mouth, a small trickle of drool leaking past his parted lips as he stares up at u in utter adoration with lust filled eyes

blade is SO LOUD when u fuck him from behind, he doesnt know why he just finds it so hot

he also has a reverse size kink, someone as small as u taking control of him and using him for ur own pleasure is such a turn on

he has such insane stamina, he could have u fucking him for literal hours and still want more

esp when hes sub, there needs to be a lot of foreplay leading up to the actual sex or else he will be needy for like ever

is actually so touch starved its funny, when the two of u had ur first time where he was sub he came in under a minute

he was super embarrassed, even tho u found it super hot

blade can be a tease if he wants to be, sending u photos of him naked with his hand wrapped around his aching cock, eyes blown wide with lust<3

he thinks punishments are hot, but prefers to be praised and pampered

call him a good boy, he will MELT

he wants to be good for u so much, he needs u to get himself off its almost pathetic :( he cant cum without u there helping him, whenever hes needy and ur not around he always ends up in a puddle of his own arousal, his release slipping away as soon as it begins to build. his cock is aching, he needs u, he cant even get off alone

after sex is when hes most vulnerable, blade is very kinky and mellow after sex esp when he was sub

big on aftercare, deep down he wants to be taken care of and held

he also loves taking care of u, loves washing u as u bathe together after a rough night of lovemaking

he loves it when u mark his chest cuz he can show it off the next day

blade wants everyone to know ur his, and vice versa

THIS GOT SO LONG WTF???

BARK BARK BARK can u tell i have such a big fat stupid fucking blade bias hes so silly i love this goofy man sm i need to pepper him with kisses and then fuck him senseless 😔

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caligvlasaqvarivm · 3 months

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what are your thoughts on the ministrife situation? imo literally the worst fate for eridan to be damned to tbh

i think he will eventually (after <5 minutes) just shoot cronus and leave. (CW for mentions of abuse and cronus's romantic grossness and stuff under the cut).

Ignoring the extremely creepy and gross fact that Hussie doesn't seem to have a problem with the age gap (it's There, we've acknowledged that it's creepy and weird, i personally think it highlights how immature the dancestors are despite their physical age, and it actually serves to hint at how trash they are, but it's still really uncomfortable in the moment and never gets properly called out. In any case we've talked about it critically, we can move on and talk about characterization now), he and cronus are actually kind of polar opposites. Given that Cronus, along with many of the dancestors, are riffing on what the fandom interpretation of their Alternian counterparts are, it's kind of a fascinating look at all the things Eridan ISN'T.

The fandom (especially at the time) had flattened Eridan down to "overdramatic Nice Guy hipster who won't stop hitting on people," with varying degrees of sympathy. In other words, they took all of Eridan's outward presentation - the narration calling his genuine anxiety and distress "overblown emotional theatrics," the fact that his being rejected was a running gag - entirely at face value, while also missing what sort of archetype he was actually supposed to represent.

At no point does Eridan ever actually mention a hipster interest, like vintage clothes or indie media. It's all entirely in his design and Karkat calling him a hipster (it's not even in his character introduction), so presumably, it IS a part of his character (Karkat knows him really well), but it's probably a part he keeps to himself, like his love of wizards.

Moreover, he isn't really a Nice Guy. The closest he gets is thinking Nepeta owes him a chance for saving her life, but as far as we can tell, he only ever asked her once, got rejected, accepted that rejection, and has never taken out that rejection on her. When he complains about it, he frames it as a bitter "I guess what I did wasn't enough," not "she's an unreasonable witch withholding romance from me even though I'm so nice to her." All other romance attempts are crimes of... just being way too forward.

He bursts into Kanaya's DMs demanding she auspicetisize with Vriska because... that's what she likes to do, right? The same happens to Terezi in [S] Karkat: Wake Up. He comes on strong in Rose's DMs and after getting a little annoyance back, goes "wow, we kinda have something," and does not realize her blowing up his computer is a rejection because she didn't explicitly tell him no and he's a dumbass. And even though he's nasty at Sollux because emotionally, he's still bitter about Sollux "stealing" Feferi from him, at least CONSCIOUSLY he's recognized the rejection on both fronts and has repeatedly told Feferi that he has no more interest in getting back together with her, in spite of her recognizing that he's emotionally not over her. And speaking of Feferi, his confession to her is entirely genuine and respectful toward her feelings. At no point does he indicate that he feels like she owes him a date.

These aren't Nice Guy actions, they're "I have 0 social skills or self-awareness" actions. And also a little bit "due to my trauma and anxiety and desensitization to murder, I struggle to care about other people" actions. He's not even actually casteist or genocidal - I spent an entire essay arguing that.

But regardless, that's what the fandom ran with, in large part because they didn't bother reading between the lines. Ironically, like Eridan, they just believed what he told them. I don't even necessarily blame the fandom - at least part of this obfuscation was intentional, and a clever trick on the part of the writing. By highlighting Eridan at his worst, and having the narration be complicit in his self-delusion and mockery, the story is able to put the audience in the same mindset as his in-universe bullies - Eridan is dumb weirdo whose emotional problems are worthy of ridicule, not sympathy. Let's all point and laugh!

This sets up his meltdown to be more of a twist - even though his literal introduction is him killing something and talking about genocide, the very real danger he poses is forgotten both by the audience and the other characters because they've gotten so used to dismissing his feelings that they ignore his cries for help and the warning signals he gives off. And it makes his character more relevant and meaningful, because this happens in real life all the time - I'm sure we either all either knew, or were, the friendless weirdo at school who, upon reflection, definitely had either some bad shit going on at home or severe and untreated mental illness (or both).

The reason I'm bringing up this fandom misinterpretation is because, like a couple other dancestors, Cronus is very much a riff on the fanon version of his Alternian counterpart. Unlike Eridan, who's not actually casteist, but desperately trying to act the part, Cronus IS a casteist sea dweller who thinks he's better than lowbloods and land dwellers. Unlike Eridan, who seeks emotional connections with others, and accepts rejections, Cronus is only looking for some action, and keeps trying even well after he knows he's been rejected. Unlike Eridan, who's so consumed by anxiety and trauma that he's pretty much unable to function properly, Cronus DOES exaggerate his problems and explicitly leverage them for attention and sympathy. And unlike Eridan, who feels crushed under the weight of duty and responsibility, and tends to blame himself when things go wrong, Cronus refuses to take responsibility for anything, immediately blaming anybody BUT himself.

They're practically exact opposites, and this is, again, a clever trick on the part of the writing. It's an excellent usage of a foil: though superficially similar, the differences between these two really serves to highlight just how much Eridan is NOT the things that Cronus IS.

And it's especially interesting given that Eridan spent his entire life trying to emulate Dualscar, to the point of modeling his outfit after the guy. To him, it was not only his duty, but his inevitable fate, to wind up as Dualscar's successor. And when he finally meets the guy in person, his opinion is "even I think you're trash."

If that isn't a form of rejecting the values his society has told him repeatedly that he has to uphold, maybe in the service of perhaps setting up some sort of redemption arc or something, I don't know what is.

I've seen people point to this moment as kind of a hee haw funny one-off joke, look at how little Hussie cares about Eridan, but that's not what it is to me. You don't really need to say anything more about their relationship to each other. Eridan thinks Cronus (and by extension, everything Cronus stands for - and everything Eridan has tried to be) is garbage, but is lonely and friendless and desperate enough that he feels pushed into accepting it anyway. It's extremely consistent with his characterization and character arc.

So uh, yeah. Join me next time for more deep dives on how this funny innocuous thing in Homestuck actually Means Something.

#homestuck #eridan ampora

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moriartyluver · 9 months

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can we have some mtp boys (separate) on how they’d treat a fem! Reader who is on her period. You don’t need to make it historically accurate & if you’d prefer, you can make it modern au. Thank you!!!

A/N: I did this in a modern AU as suggested because I have no idea how people would have dealt with periods in the 19th century

Characters: William James Moriarty x fem! Reader , Albert James Moriarty x fem! Reader ,Louis James Moriarty x fem! Reader (separate)

Format: headcannons

Genre: hurt/ comfort, fluff

Prompt: the Moriarty brothers with a reader who is on their period.

Warnings: reader is afab, reader is female, established relationships, periods/menstruation etc.

LOUIS would be such a good partner in general so when you’re on your period? He is doing everything!

He’s already very much a househusband male wife kind of guy but it just gets so much more malewifey when you’re on your period

Oh you’re hot water bottle got slightly less warm? Louis is filling it up for your instantly

He will literally shower you in heating pads

I don’t think he’d be very physically affectionate in general, his love language is definitely acts of service and it’s very evident all the time, but if you ask to be held, hold you he will.

He’ll make you anything you want to eat no matter how strange (I always get really weird cravings on my period so if you do aswell, be prepared because Louis will stop at nothing to make you happy)

He has a whole storage cupboard packed with pads and tampons and whatever else you may use, all with your preferred sizes and brands because he’s just that caring. You never run out of pads or tampons with him around.

If any ones annoying you, he’ll be super pissed off and will actually get into a fight for your sake.

If you’re feeling emotional, he’ll be by your side reassuring you that everything’s okay. He’s a bit emotionally constipated but he tries his best for you.

If you ever need sheets to be washed or clothes to be cleaned, he won’t mind at all and he will definitely not get upset.

He himself doesn’t go out unless necessary so he’ll try stay at home with you all the time, just in case you need something (even if you insist that you’re fine)

Overall rating? 10/10 wifey material

WILLIAM probably knows more about your period than you do. Not in a gross mansplaining way but in a well educated husband kind of way

Like he definitely knows when you’re going to start you’re period based on symptoms and stuff before you get that little red surprise in your underwear. Worst feeling tbh.

He helps you learn how to track your cycle and if you’re an inconsistent period girlie like myself, he’s a great help. Imagine just getting ready to go out and then William tells you to make sure to take a pad/tampon/cup with you before you leave 💀

He pampers you too, especially if you live together, but not in the same way louis does.

He’s a bit more strict when it comes to what you should and shouldn’t eat (it’s the protective teacher in him). Liam makes you take magnesium supplements and makes sure you eat healthy even if you’re craving junk food so your cramps don’t get worse.

He’s probably calculated the perfect temperature for your heat pad/hot water bottle 😭

Probably a little more affectionate than his younger brother would be. If you’re complaining about being cold or uncomfortable, he’d put whatever book he’s reading down and hold his arms wide open for you. William absentmindedly rubs your back while listening to you complain about having a uterus

Definitely pressed kisses to your forehead while you ramble like the old fashioned lover he is 🤭

He makes sure to buy you really good quality pads/tampons and is sure to memorise which brands or types you prefer. Might slip a chocolate bar in there too. He also buys you painkillers and gives you the correct doses and everything at the right times

If you don’t feel like speaking much (he loves talking to you for some reason. its adorable) he gets a little upset but he’s a surprisingly good communicator. He doesn’t want to make you feel uneasy and bless his heart, he does all the chores and everything so you don’t have to suffer further while your uterus tries to fucking kill you

Overall rating? ∞/10 (I am totally not biased) I want to marry him idc if he’s a drawing

ALBERT is stupid. I’m sorry that’s a mean way to start off

I think we can all agree he has OCD or OCPD but he’s so sweet to you despite some seeing periods as a ‘Filthy’ thing.

You bled through the sheets? He’ll calmly help you fix that dw sweetie. If you bleed through your pants in public and anyone gives you any dirty looks or some weird shit because people hate uterus havers, he’s not called one of the most unhinged mtp characters for nothing 😊

Ok but this man knows nothing about periods though. I’m so sorry. Like you had to explain to him that no you can’t hold in the blood nor do you use your pad as a bandaid of some sort

Would probably send you one of these :(yes I made that)

He needs Louis to go shopping with him to help get you stuff because this man is smart enough for eton but not enough to know that different colours on pad packages are not flavours 🙄

Also he’s a shit cook so you still have to do that if u don’t wanna starve

Probably the most affectionate out of the brothers. He’s very cuddly with you when you need him to be (mainly because he feels bad for being so damn useless)

Overall rating? 2/10 💀

#moriarty the patriot #william james moriarty #william moriarty #william moriarty x reader #yuukoku no moriarty x reader #moriarty the patriot x reader #mtp william #yuukoku no moriarty #yuumori x reader

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eternal-echoes · 7 months

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Several people have pointed out Twilight's interrupted thoughts here and were wondering what Twilight was going to say before Anya and Yuri cut off his train of thought.

I think I can speculate to what they are.

In both cases, Twilight seems to allude to his job as a spy. In the cruise arc, Twilight saying "And that's why I -" was in silent response to Yor saying, "I hope this peace can last forever" which is the reason why he became a spy and in the Winston Wheeler arc, he was saying, "which is why-" after he was reflecting on his defeat from Wheeler, who was much stronger than him, while also looking at Yor's beautiful face. Tbh, he was looking at Yor in both cases.

It's been running theme in the series that he's not aware of his own feelings for Yor (and Anya) and anything he does for them he just say that "it's for the mission." But what if he's actually aware of his own developing feelings for Yor, as evidence from his conversation with Franky after Franky's failed date with Monica.

He knows his romantic feelings for Yor are there, but as a spy and people who live in the shadows, he has to suppress them for the sake of the better world. So when he was drinking with Franky that time, he tried to nip his developing feelings for Yor. He tried to flush them away with alcohol. Because if he trusts someone, it could end his life.

As a spy working towards world peace, that is one thing he cannot afford to lose.

Also considering that in the last arc, Fiona pointed out that he's been losing his edge:

This is due to that he got beaten up by Wheeler after he duked it out with Yuri, which wasn't just physically exhausting but also emotionally draining as well BECAUSE of Yuri's relationship with Yor - what he loves about Yor (excellent mothering) and what he admires about the Briar sibling (sibling bond) - he almost destroyed.

He was so weak during his fight with Wheeler because of Yor.

Because he cannot afford to lose his life because as a spy working on Operation Strix that would risk losing the peace between East and West, which prevents children from crying - which is the whole reason he became a spy in the first place, he would have to make a huge sacrifice in order to keep aligning himself with that goal. And that sacrifice would be sacrificing his own happiness - the possibility of being with Yor - which means completely eradicating his feelings for Yor.

Because before he thought he can just get away with burying them down and maybe keeping a little bit of it alive. But maybe this time, he would be more like Fiona - being stone-faced for the rest of his life. He would kill his own heart to be a better spy. Someone who won't be defeated by Wheeler again.

So I think what he was going to say is:

Cruise arc: "And that's why I... (can’t be with you, because I have to focus on preserving a world where there are no wars.)"

Winston Wheeler arc: "But the thing is, Yor... I live in a world in which only the perfect survive. Which is why - (I cannot let these romantic feelings for you to keep developing.)"

Or something along those lines. At least something about referring to his relationship with Yor.

Idk if anyone wants to chime in and add anything?

#spy x family #spy x family manga spoilers #even tho they don't recognize their marriage as real i think Loid and Yor at least recognize that have a deep friendship going on #or maybe not since Loid tells himself that after Operation Strix Forger family would be no more and wont see them again after #Will need to edit

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underqualified-human · 1 year

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Chase Redford SFW Alphabet

→ A/N: Requested By Anon

→ Warnings: None

→ Fandom: Ever After High

→ Pronouns: She/Her

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Pretty basic tbh

More often than not he can be found holding your hand

Also likes to give you cheek/nose kisses

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

You beat him in a fight and he just went 'We are friends now’

The friend dynamic that I like to call organised chaos

Spontaneous trips/adventures, relaxing movie nights, weird late-night talks, etc.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Loves cuddles and refuses to be anything but the big spoon

Wants to make sure you’re comfortable

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He’s pretty worried that he won’t be able to be a good dad, but if his partner wants children he’d be ok with it

He keeps his own room pretty organised, very ‘put-something-away-after-you-use-it’ vibe

Also pretty good at cooking for the most part

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He’d try to do it quickly while not making eye contact, he knows if he did he’d lose track of his thoughts

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

He’s pretty loyal, so he sees no problem in getting married whenever his partner is ready

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Pretty gentle in both regards, not much else to say

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Likes hugs, but doesn't do them often due to the armour

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

He’s pretty sure that he’s in love with his partner once he’s in a relationship

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He’s secure in his relationship with you, doesn't get jealous at all

Assuming he does, he’ll just stand there awkwardly and stare

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Likes cheek kisses, both giving and receiving

His kisses are usually quick

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Pretty ok with babies, but can’t handle toddlers to save his life

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He gets up at 6am sharp, it is the law

Probably goes for morning runs, but won't force you to go if you don't want to

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Goes to sleep pretty early in the night.

Has a pretty normal night time routine, will accompany you with yours if you ask him to

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He reveals things pretty quickly, but does so through off handed comments that he doesnt really expect you to remember

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Doesnt get angry very easily, like a 9/10 when it comes to patience

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing or do they kind of forget everything?)

He remembers a fair bit about you, though not little things you mention in passing

If he wants to know something he’ll just ask you about it

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He’s pretty concerned about his partner’s safety

If he can’t accompany her to a place, he’ll give her a dagger

He feels like he can handle himself but would appreciate his partner worrying about him

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He sees himself as his own worst enemy, he’s constantly trying to one-up himself when it comes to gifts and events

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Tends to overwork himself when it comes to training.

Because of this, he may also become distant for short amounts of time

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Not all that much really.

He stays physically active but that's mostly because he's a knight.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He's pretty used to being alone, so once you come along he gets attached really quickly

Doesn't really feel incomplete per say, but does think about you a lot more

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Not the most original but he definitely had a crush on the white knight before he knew Darling was the one in the suit

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Dislikes people that are rude unpromptedly

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

I think he's a pretty light sleeper

Also snores so he's accidentally woken himself up at times

Gets hot pretty easily so his blankets are pretty thin.

If you want to sleep next to him you'll probably have to bring your own blanket

#aries writing #chase redford #chase redford x reader #eah x reader #ever after high x reader #ever after high

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tkblythofficial · 4 months

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TAROT PART 2 - 03 Feb 2024

Part 3 will be up soon! She’s making the notes and details too :) I love Tarot 2.0! She’s amazing!

* Entertainment purposes only *

Me: People love your rant on T. You didn’t hold back.

Tarot 2.0: I don’t like or care about these people so my opinion is my opinion. T is selfish to me. He’s goofy and good hearted but there’s an underlying cunning and sly nature to him particularly about things he thinks he’s right about. He’s such an Aquarius man. He points fingers at everyone else except himself. When things blow up in his face, he’s quick to either run or place blame elsewhere. It pisses me off tbh. Sorry, I know he’s your celebrity crush of the week or whatever but he needs to grow up too. In all my readings he thinks R is immature and too intense for him right now but he’s immature with dealing with his feelings. Like okay? You’re attracted to R so you deny it because you’re in a relationship? You should’ve kept it professional from the beginning to avoid this. But deciding to kiss her during rehearsal knowing you felt more is shitty. You weren’t thinking about BB when he had your tongue down R’s throat. You weren’t thinking of BB when you were in your bed with your dick in your hand while R and J had sex in her trailer—

Me: Girl…WHAT?

Tarot 2.0: I don’t give a fuck! Moving on, now I understand why he’s running from R (she's a little crazy imo) but refusing to talk to someone and hurting their feelings isn’t the right way to go about things. He triggered her by saying she needed to be professional over kissing her. How does the make any fucking sense? You had a great kiss which meant something. He knows that people called her unprofessional during the hate campaign so he knew he was hurting her by saying that. All of this over a kiss? He’s losing his mind because he’s trying to be respectful of BB (what a fucking joke, too late dude!) and she’s crying with her bf beside her because T hurt her badly. R can’t express what’s wrong with her to J, the dumbass, who’s stuck on stupid. She’s crying on his shoulder and J doesn’t know what’s wrong. R and T are nuts!

Me: Oh.

Tarot 2.0: I need a drink.

Me: ANYWAYS! T is a good lover? Condoms? Tarot 2.0 stop! We need details!

Tarot 2.0: I keep pulling the Lovers and Knight of Wands cards for him. It’s the ultimate good in bed type of card. It’s at least 7 and thick! Snow lands on top!

Me: …What?

Tarot 2.0: 7 inches of pound town! Thick and creamy like buttermilk.

Me: :0

Tarot 2.0: :)

How did R feel about the kiss?

Pulled: Eight of Cups (reversed)

Tarot 2.0: R has such sad energy, I feel sorry for her. If she were a Barbie doll, I would throw her away. She’s in a relationship but very lonely. She knows this relationship with J is bad but refuses to be alone. She’s emotionally immature. I agree with T on this but he’s the reason why she’s clinging onto this trash relationship. If T talked to her after the kiss, she wouldn’t feel the need to cling more to J. It’s funny in a way. T did the opposite of his goal, he pushed R closer to J because of his kiss reaction. He told her to move and be professional? So guess what? She ran into her bf’s arms and J once again saved her! A sad cycle she’s in. But the kiss was toe curling and she thinks it’s one sided. Yikes!

How did T feel about the kiss?

Pulled: King of Cups

Tarot 2.0: What a little bitch! His ass is feeling like a king after kissing R! Meanwhile she’s lonely and felt isolated after the snowbaird kiss because he told her it didn’t mean anything. His Aquarius selfishness is coming through strong here. However, I hate to admit it but this is a great card for R. It means T is dedicated and loyal. Also it usually represents an older man since kings tend to be older and more experienced. Something that she wants. A King is very charming and a great partner to have. It’s kind of a good thing he shut down things? Because he’s trying to be loyal to his gf despite his growing feelings for R.

Why didn’t R leave T after he hurt her feelings?

Pulled: Seven of Wands (reversed)

Tarot 2.0: not surprising with this girl. She’s trying not to let T affect her or her relationship. She’s blaming herself for thinking too much about the kiss. Poor girl doesn’t realize that T made her feel bad on purpose. She feels guilty because she didn’t protect her feelings or J. She carries a huge burden from this and is very self critical over it. So she doesn’t blame T for his reaction, she thinks he reacted appropriately and she was being delusional. She’s very delusional but not about this. I wish I could tell her that but she’s a love struck idiot when it comes to J.

More importantly, R and T are magnetic. They can’t let each other go no matter what. R would rather have T in her life than not at all. She’s very possessive of him and holding on tightly. She’s been hurt before so while it stings, she still loves T dearly.

What draws R to T?

Pulled: Page of Wands

Tarot 2.0: oh wow *speechless*

Me: what?

Tarot 2.0: She loves him a lot. Now I feel bad for going off on him slightly.

Me: Really? You love going off on people!

Tarot 2.0: I do but he truly brings her a lot of joy. He’s very exciting to her and passionate. He makes her feel alive. That's how deep of a connection she has to him. It’s overwhelming. Her energy lights up when talking about T. I understand why she overlooked him hurting her. A few days of pain doesn’t take away from the months of pure joy he brought her.

What draws T to R?

Pulled: Queen of Swords

Clarification card: Ace of Pentacles

Tarot 2.0: oh lord. He thinks she’s strong. He admires her resilience through adversity and her compassion. He respects her a lot and thinks she’s the best thing that’s happened to his career so far! He’s so glad he’s met her. She’s truly a positive influence on his life. They also share common interests! I’m see long and fulfilling conversations with these two! They clicked immediately. Yin and yang feelings here.

How does J feel about R?

Pulled: Three of Cups (reversed)

Clarification cards: Four of Cups and Queen of Wands (reversed)

Tarot 2.0: oh he’s not as dumb as I thought! Still dumb, poor thing but not as dumb! He knows about R and T’s hidden feelings and it made him pull away slightly. However, he’s happy Zeglyth is over with now and is ready to move on and start fresh with R possibly. But he’s very burdened by her too so he’s debating if he'll let her go eventually. I agree with him here actually. He’s not a therapist! Sure your partner should be there for you emotionally but he carries a lot of her emotional distress which makes him distressed and tired of dealing with it. The project he’s doing now is a much needed break from her. Sounds harsh but it may have rejuvenated his feelings for her when he gets back.

What would happen if R and T dated? What does all hell break loose mean here?

Pulled: Ace of Swords

Clarification cards: Two of Swords and The Star

Tarot 2.0: Ah, I see it! Okay. So if they get together, a lot of people will be hurt. Exes, friends, family because it’s basically like “I knew they would get together, they lied to us when we asked them about it”. They would face a lot of scrutiny. People would accuse them of cheating and being deceitful. Two swords suggesting either R or T will leave their partner and choose each other which is a painful decision. The first few months of Zeglyth dating will be rocky as hell. However, the star tells me everything will be okay after a while! They will heal and move on!

What is the secret between R and T?

Pulled: Nine of cups

Tarot 2.0: these two are hilarious! They dodged my question and their energy shifted immediately. Whatever secret it is, they really don’t want me to know. But I still pulled a love card here. How interesting is that??? Whatever the secret is, they’re happy about it! Distant but happy! It really connected them. Usually when I have blocks on secrets it’s because of childhood trauma (so the secret has been buried for so long!) or it’s a hidden secret or inside joke between the couple. It may be an unspoken secret between them. Perhaps they didn’t talk about it but they know about it? Does that make sense? Like a secret can be shared information or you can look at someone and know exactly what they're thinking without using words? I think that’s what’s happening here. They have an inside joke of some kind and the rest of us want to laugh but they won’t share the joke. I hate these two. I want to fucking laugh. Tell me the secret, bitch!

Explain the kiss! Shoving tongue down each other’s throat? Moaning and grinding? What the hell?

Pulled: Six of Wands

Tarot 2.0: what a card to pull at this question. Spark flew! They felt on top of the world during their kiss. Whew. They are very successful together. A power couple. Turning heads and thriving in attractiveness. A lot of raw energy and emotion is overflowing at this question. No wonder T is spooked. That’s actually scary. Meeting someone and having a life changing kiss. Okay. Now I feel bad for really criticizing him earlier. He’s trying to be a good boyfriend to BB but that’s a type of kiss he wasn’t expecting. I sympathize with both of them god damn. Being in a relationship and a kiss changing everything is very painful. The guilt is eating them alive. I see why T hurt her feelings. It wasn’t the right thing to do but I understand why he was very harsh about it. He could have handled it better but they needed a reality check at that moment. And he’s sorta of right? They should be professional about this. The kiss wasn’t professional and they needed to remain focused. J was on set too. Disaster avoided and movie saved! No scandal. I see his vision now.

she’s currently doing the notes for:

How does T feel about R and J’s relationship?

Is it possible R and T ever get together?

What is the future between T and BB?

How does R currently feel about T?

How does T currently feel about R?

What T date someone else besides BB and R?

Will R fully heal mentally and emotionally?

Are they actually friends? Is it PR? Are the feelings romantic or just attraction?

What about will R’s career be like in the future?

What about will T’s career be like in the future?

What will T and R be 5 years from now?

#my post #zeglyth #written in the stars #tarot 2.0

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forgottencillian · 8 months

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OOC | Cillian & Brigit

so!!!! cillian!!!! has!!!! feelings!!! for!!! brigit!!!! and unfortunately he is cruising to make it EVERYONE'S problem smdh hahaha ok so i feel like he's lowkey the laurie to their march girls and if we follow that analogy, brigit is DEF his jo, like, i feel like he grew up w them but it was always a lil different w brigit bc he was always a little bit in love w her, even before he really knew what that meant yknow like she's always just had this special place in his heart but then!!!!!!! she turned him down!!!!!!! w a laugh!!!!!

i deffff think that shut him down hardddddd and, like, he probs tried to play it off like 'hahaha yeah what a ridiculous idea omg imma laugh' but then he was like 'sick for a week' and couldn't come to work bc he was too busy staring into a frozen lake and writing tragic poetry while all his dreams of his future shattered around her (he was def v dramatic abt this to his poor bro idk what to tell you lkajsdlkfjdsjf) tbh, i think he always knew it was doomed bc she was a lady and he was a servant and, like, he was ok w that...(and still lowkey held on to hope bc she was never super conventional and her dad just wanted her to be happy etc etc etc and i think he bounced between whether he thought it was mutual too all the time etc) but then to learn that it wasn't even that standing in their way, it was the thing he had loved most (her laughter) between them just really...wasn't a fun time

once he 'recovered from his illness' he def tried to pretend it was nothing by being in particularly good spirits (supposedly) when she was around, and generally tryna play it cool, but i think he ~does hold her a touch more at arms length emotionally than he ever did before bc he doesn't wanna get hurt again, but he also can't resist being around her bc he still has feelings and, even if he didn't, she'd still be his bff and he will always love her etc and it's just...extremely complicated

anyway, idk how long ago the not!breakup happened? but that would def play a role in ~where he is now~ in this emotional journey, but i can say i do think that cassandra has made it at once better AND worse????? bc, like, its really nice to feel wanted after being rejected etc and he genuinely enjoys her company!!! but then he gets back from that and he kinda feels like a jerk bc he's lying to her and using her to help destroy her fam which is obv not a great (boy)friend move lakjdsfkjldsf but also like there's brigit right there and what is he doing messing around when the person he's always loved is right there and maybe he can still convince her they belong together, and, like, he just feels like hes cruising to get EVERYONE hurt and yeah its a M E S S and i feel like the result is that he just acts kinda...strange, like kinda running hot and cold and its all v emotionally confusing for everyone probably alksdjfkljdsjkf id say im sorry in advance but i know you're not even a little bit surprised me and my characters are out here causing chaos hahahaha

#brigit malconaire #ooc

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moonlightdancer26 · 11 months

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im not a massive prongstail shipper (prongsfoot <3) but i've had this headcanon for fucking ever and it just isnt appreciated enough in marauders circles childhood bestfriends with supposedly unrequited crushes its a v popular marauders headcanon that james and peter knew each other before hogwarts, having both come from established magical familes so i just get brainrot about bb james and pete running around and doing all those childhood bestie things like getting married in their gardens and making wedding rings out of paper etc etc and just,,, neither of them realised they were each others first crush? as they grew up they realised "oh,,, oh i like liked him, didn't i. you dont usually marry people you feel completely platonically about." they are both emotionally constipated teenage boys who spend ages stewing in angst going "i loved him, but he'd never love me back D:" even though if they had a single conversation talking about their hisss feelings the problem would easily solve itself. but they dont, and years in the future, everything goes to shit. and peter doesn't realise that james still kept that tiny paper wedding ring

YES YES YES, I always loved the idea of Peter having an unrequited crush on James but I was always kinda hesitant to fully explore the ship, and today I just went fuck it and decided to announce it on tumblr.

I totally believe Peter and James are both the most oblivious mfs to ever exist, so the idea of them both having crushes on each other and assuming the other person didn’t reciprocate their feelings so they kept it to themselves sounds so accurate.

I’ve heard a bit about that headcanon before and tbh it sounds like a pretty interesting one, I’d like it if it was more explored in fics.

doing all those childhood bestie things like getting married in their gardens and making wedding rings out of paper etc etc

lmaoo I used to always do this with my irl bestie (we’re still inseparable to this day) 😭 we were (are) also major Swifties so when Taylor released Paper Rings 4 years ago we were like OMG REMEMBER WHEN WE USED TO- *goes down memory lane.* Imagining baby!Peter and baby!James making them and having pretend-weddings in their gardens legit sounds like the purest thing ever 😭<333

and when they’re at Hogwarts and well into their teen years they both start thinking “yo wait……. maybe I actually liked him” but never say anything about it due to the fear of being rejected or realising the other person forgot about the weddings and paper rings. And when James got with Lily, that was when Peter accepted that he was genuinely in love with James and couldn’t handle the pain of seeing him with someone else, let alone “Evans.” He then started resenting the Potters and kept thinking to myself “what did I do wrong? why didn’t I tell Prongs when I had the chance?” And part of the reason why James agreed to switch to Peter as the Secretkeeper was because he remembered what it was like when they were kids and trusted him fully because of it. Then when the opportunity to betray the Potters to Voldemort came, Peter took it.

and peter doesn't realise that james still kept that tiny paper wedding ring

Y E S. and at one point James gave it to baby!Harry bc his fingers were almost the same size (either baby!Harry had chubby fingers or James and Peter had skinny fingers, we’ll never know), Lily noticed it and asked what it was. James told her it was “just something he put together,” Lily didn’t buy it because the paper weddimg ring looked a little worn out but decided not to say anything.

excuse me while I go sob into a pillow.

#literally crying ugh this has sm angst potential #prongstail #peter pettigrew #james potter #harry potter #hp #ask #asks

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missparker · 1 year

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For the Unusual Fic-Specific Asks For Authors

Perspective Flip: I’ll write a scene from [that fic] from another character’s point-of-view

Would you consider doing Sharon’s point of view for The Hug™️ in Brenda’s bedroom from “where I’m going now, I don’t know”? If not, that’s totally ok! (I know that might not be one you want to revisit!) But, regardless I feel like I just want you to know that that scene is probably one of my absolute favorites I have ever read in fic or book. The tension, everything that’s led to that point, the absolute anticipation and intimacy is something I think about on a weekly basis. I can actually feel that scene, and I still hold my breath every single time I read it.💜

this made me like, GASP with excitement tbh

Sharon’s prediction, made over coffee and croissants with Charlie one morning while Brenda slept, was that Bobby and Joyce coming to visit would be good for Brenda in the long run, but perhaps set her back emotionally in the short term.

“We know she loves us,” Charlie said of the Johnson clan as a whole, “but we also know that she’s not much for visiting.”

Sharon thinks that it’s not the actual visiting that Brenda finds off-putting, but the time and the distance. Brenda’s family was always too far away, but even when they came to her, she worked through it all.

However, Brenda’s workaholic days seem to be behind her. Perhaps the best thing to come out of this overall shitty situation.

Sharon’s plan is to give the Johnsons space but she’s too curious to stay out of it completely, so she calls Brenda just to make sure everyone has arrived and been collected safely and earns a desperate dinner invitation for her trouble. Brenda’s high-pitched, casual tone is far more concerning than if they’d just spoken normally.

She’s worried that the keen observational skills that Brenda and, to a slightly lesser extent, Charlie have is a Johnson trait and that Brenda’s brother will take one look at her and know what’s in her heart. That she is and always has been harboring untoward thoughts about his sister.

Sharon dresses nicely for dinner. She doesn’t dress up, but she wears her designer jeans and the tailored blouse and spends a few extra minutes curling the ends of her hair. She let the sales lady in Sephora convince her that black eyeliner was too severe for her complexion and brown too dull, so she’d purchased a plum colored eyeliner to smudge into her lash line and she hates to admit that the woman was right and her green eyes do pop with minimal effort.

She stands on the porch for just a moment, wondering if she shouldn’t ring the doorbell, but that feels strange she gives a courtesy knock and lets herself in. The door is unlocked, of course, because it always is. It’s like Brenda wants to get murdered in the night.

Bobby Johnson looks so much like his sister that it’s a little disorienting at first. He’s taller than Brenda but only by a few inches. He has the same build, rail thin and wiry. The same coloring, the same wide mouth and deep set eyes. She remembers him from the funeral, but Sharon hadn’t sat that close to the family and everyone looks different in funeral clothes.

Introductions are made. Charlie is obviously nervous because she’s made a feast and keeps darting in and out of the kitchen, the backyard, her bedroom, never staying more than a few moments. She’s wearing the apron that Sharon got her for her birthday. Williams-Sonoma, a crossback chambray that she’d tucked into a whole basket of kitchen things. Sharon can see the little egg timer shaped like a peach sitting on the window sill now.

Dinner is delicious and the backyard glows warmly with string lights as the sun goes down. It all seems to be going fine at first, until Charlie’s mother starts asking pointed questions about what Charlie’s doing with her life out here in California and Brenda excuses herself and never comes back.

Of the two Johnson women that Sharon has grown so fond of, Charlie is the one most able to hold her own, so Sharon leaves the table too, carrying her plate and setting it in the sink. Brenda isn’t in the kitchen or the living room and the bathroom door is ajar. When Sharon doesn’t see her in the bedroom either, she feels a tendril of worry and moves to go make sure Brenda’s car is still in the drive way and she isn’t speeding toward Mexico, but then she sees her out of the corner of her eye, back against the wall, partially obscured by the open door.

She’s about to ask if Brenda is okay, but Brenda raises a finger to her lips and points to the open window. Then she extends her hand and Sharon takes it. Brenda gives her a good tug and she steps forward, and suddenly they’re flush. Sharon feels her heart jump as her blood starts to pump. Brenda reaches out and puts her arms around Sharon, so she does the same, melting into the hug.

Brenda smells like sunshine, like sunscreen and blooming jasmine and freshly cut grass. Sharon wants to put her face into Brenda’s neck and breathe deeply. She wants to run her tongue along Brenda’s jaw and slide her hands into all those blonde curls, but of course, she won’t. She squeezes harder in an effort to hold herself in place, on good behavior.

And then, as if Brenda has read her mind, Brenda turns and pushes her face into Sharon’s neck. Sharon’s entire body roars to life. She can feel every pore, every hair stand on end, every blood vessel swell. Her breath hitches and she tries to hold it together.

Out the window, she hears Charlie say something, but she couldn’t say what.

Brenda sighs and her breath is hot on Sharon’s neck. Sharon drags her hand up Brenda’s spine and she can feel each vertebrae through the fabric and skin. Brenda’s so warm and alive and as she moves her hand back down, she finds the hem of Brenda’s shirt.

When her hand moves back up, it slips under the fabric and slides along Brenda’s skin. Sharon didn’t mean to, she just can’t help herself. Brenda whimpers and arches her back, her breasts pushing into Sharon’s.

What are they doing? What are they doing? What are they doing? Why is Brenda torturing her like this? Does she know how Sharon feels? Did Charlie spill the beans? Is Brenda screwing with her? What are they doing?

Sharon feels the band of Brenda’s bra and Brenda’s exhale is a shuddery groan.

“Shh,” Sharon says softly. She doesn’t want to get caught and she certainly doesn’t want whatever is happening to stop. Her mouth is so close to Brenda’s ear. She presses her nose behind it, rubbing lightly, drunk on the smell of her.

Brenda twitches, like maybe she’s going to push Sharon away, but instead she puts her hands into Sharon’s hair and squeezes and Sharon can feel it in her scalp and then, in response, pleasure shoots down her spine and settles low. She’s breathing hard now, trying to suppress every urge in her body. Does Brenda even know what’s happening right now? Is she in there or is her brain locked away someplace safe where nothing can hurt her and her body is acting on autopilot… Sharon hopes not. She hopes that she’s the only one Brenda would touch like this.

She scratches the skin of Brenda’s back and when Brenda’s feet slide apart, Sharon’s body reacts and she angles her knee between Brenda’s thighs. Brenda sinks down with a whimper and Sharon can feel her, feel her center hot through Brenda’s cotton pants and the thick, dark denim covering Sharon’s legs. She wants to push hard against Brenda, wants Brenda to grind against her until she comes, Sharon’s tongue in her mouth to catch the sound.

They haven’t even kissed.

She pulls her hands out of Brenda’s shirt and cups her face instead, searching her eyes and hoping to find the answer. Is Brenda ready for Sharon to kiss her? Does she want it at all? Brenda’s eyes are glassy and her pink lips are parted, her breath coming out in little gasps.

It would be easy to kiss her now. But Brenda’s family is just on the other side of that wall, and Brenda looks dazed and lost and it wouldn’t be right.

Just as the arousal overtook her with lightning speed, Sharon now feels defeat coursing through her and she lets her head fall, landing on Brenda’s shoulder. Brenda hugs her again, their hearts beating fast and in sync.

“We should go save her,” Brenda whispers.

Sharon moves back, giving them some space and they part piece by piece until all contact is lost and all that’s left of the moment is Sharon’s tousled hair and Brenda’s wild, dark eyes.

this fic got published, for the one person left on earth who doesn't know that. buy it here!

#the closer #fic life #brenda x sharon #honey in the marrow #emily waters

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libratxt · 5 months

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it’s that time of year again… 🎄🎅🎉🎊 no. the highlights of your 2023 media consumption of course! just like last year, i want to know your top 5 films, books, tv shows, songs/albums, pop culture moments if that’s your thing, and as a bonus: any favourite personal moment/achievement in the last year? new to you, new in release, either works! can’t wait to see your response and wishing you a happy new year! 😁🩷

yay!! i was so excited to receive this in my inbox again this year 💖 overall i feel like i consumed less media than last year? but here's a roundup of some of my favorite things this year:

movies

so most of the movies i really really enjoyed this year didn't actually come out this year lol but i really enjoyed:

skinamarink - i love horror and while this one might be too much of a slowburn for people, it really filled me with dread so yay!

birdman (or the unexpected virtue of ignorance) - i'd been meaning to get around to this one for a while and finally did! totally worth it. the writing and acting: immaculate!

stop making sense - one thing about me is i will enjoy a music doc. the energy in this is so so wonderful. i love david byrne, i love talking heads. left the theatre in a great mood

saltburn - a controversial pick probably. but i had fun! don't really care for the criticisms that it fails at being class critique. it's about being a little pathetic freak and wanting to crawl into someone else's skin for me.

crash (the cronenberg one) - another one i'd been meaning to get around to for a while. i've seen most of cronenberg's stuff and i deeply deeply enjoyed this one. it's about sex, it's about violence, it's about desire, it's about all the weird things the human body can do. i love cronenberg and this one was perfect to me. mwah!

music

crash (charli xcx) - i know, i'm a little late. i listened to this religiously this year. having seen cronenberg's crash this year also added a little extra flavor. obsessed. love it. several songs are on my spotify on repeat as we speak.

this is why (paramore) - ahh so much fun! i love paramore, love getting a new paramore album. the remix album is great too. i also got to see them this year and had a blast! paramore was the first concert i ever went to so getting to see them again is full circle for meee.

desire, i want to turn into you (caroline polachek) - fun!! i do prefer pang but i had fun!

skylight (pinegrove) - sleepy, twangy indie album. i enjoyed! it was soothing this year.

joy as an act of resistance (idles) - the opposite of a sleepy, twangy album! i'm hoping to catch idles in the new year since they're stopping in town :)

not a great tv year for me tbh

succession - succession my beloved! banger of a final season. it will go down in the annals of my favorite tv shows for the rest of all time. kendall roy you will always be famous.

adventure time - revisiting adventure time for the first time in forever. it's fun, it's sweet, i have a soft spot for it. i'm on its final season but have yet to finished because i'm emotionally attached at this point.

video games

baldur's gate - all i've done with my time lately is play baldur's gate. eat, sleep, breathe baldur's gate. i have not touched my sims in months because i have no space but for baldur's gate on my computer. finally got a ps5 and immediately got baldur's gate so that i can finally play it properly because my mac can only barely run it!!! i'm emotionally attached to my little tiefling cleric. i am already fantasizing about my next playthrough.

top me moment!

lol as for personal successes this year: i got a fellowship with a really well-recognized poetry organization in my city that i have so much love for and that truly does so much good work for our community. i have been slowly working my way through the ranks. i started as a mentee last year, taught some poetry classes for them, and this year helped run their month-long festival, and am now working directly with them to help plan their month-long festival for next year. it feels so aligned with the kind of career i'd like to have in my life. next goal is to hopefully lock-in some kind of permanent position with them once my fellowship is over. hopefully i will have good news about that in next years wrap up! thanks again for asking this, i truly get a kick out of it!!

#ahhh i can't help but write an essay #i wish i had consumed more media this year but genuinely felt like i didn't have much i was interested in?#i think potentially the writer's strike and actor's strikes may have had some influence on that #anyway thanks again for asking imo 💖#cheesehair #yearly roundup

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youraverageaemondsimp · 14 days

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https://www.tumblr.com/youraverageaemondsimp/744485444227596288/currently-thinking-of-modern-tom-bennett-x-ethnic

https://www.tumblr.com/youraverageaemondsimp/744674367584206849/i-so-wanna-write-a-modern-tom-bennetaemond

writing these two now.

the minute reader met tom, it was, tbh, hate at first sight. she liked his sister, louise, well enough. but him? that bastard was a bit unhinged! he drank. smoked. slept at the back of a pub. without a doubt, did not finish his education. well, people had their preferences but, it was not a good look for her. last, but not least, he was a playboy. all of those things that would warrant a series of red flags to reader and her family! hence, her resistance to him flirting with her.

but, alas, luck would be on tom's side. soon, reader received noticed that her grandmother was dying. the only wish her dying grandmother had was to see her granddaughter get married. reader, who had vehemently announced her refusal to get married due to a family trauma, decided to relent. tom, who has always genuinely loved her for an extremely long time, decided to volunteer, much to reader's chagrin. but then again, she didn't have much choice, due to the fact that she has scared off many potential suitors. so, she decided to accept his proposal.

it was a quiet and intimate wedding, filled with her family. reader only invited louise as a close friend but that was it. she had no friends to begin with. as well as doug.

much to reader's surprise, she enjoyed kissing tom when she said the words, "i do". tom could not help but smirk at her blushing against him.

but, of course, their marriage, initially, was not an easy one, as reader had to take care of her ailing grandmother. all of that, coupled with her grief, led her to become extremely emotionally exhausted. they did not go to their honeymoon, as reader wanted to spend as much time as possible with her grandmother.

tom, noticing what was happening, ended up helping her as much as he could. he would provide her with little cups of tea, as well as ensuring that the house was clean as well. he would also ensure that a blanket would be over her body to prevent her from shivering.

after her grandmother died, she broke down incredibly hard. tom, with no reservations, rushed to her and held her tight. he could not help but cry with her as well.

it wasn't until that the dust settled down, did reader have a reflection. she noticed the way that tom would always be there for her. the way he held her tight. the way he would ensure that the blanket was over her. the way he would ensure that her feet would always have socks on them whenever she was too tired to put them herself.

and that was when, out of boldness, she finally reached out to tom. it was in there bedroom. the lights were glowing and warm. tom looked at her. his gaze was incredibly intense. it was as if he knew what she wanted to do.

"are you going to do it, love?" he asked with a smirk.

and that was when she reached out and wrapped her arms him tightly. she could feel tom's arms wrapping around her before running his nose on the column of her throat, deeply inhaling her scent. he then trailed little pecks of kisses along the column of her throat. his lips then landed on her forehead, cheeks and her mouth. soft pecking noises filled the air, as well as their soft sighs of contentment. their hands then started exploring each other's curves, committing them to memory before slowly depriving each other of their clothing.

"you are beautiful, love," he whispered, as he weighted her breasts with his palms and flicking her nipples with his thumbs. wetness then seeped through her core, as she threw her head back and sighed softly at his constant ministrations of her tiny peaks.

with that, he then threw her on the bed before inserting his fingers inside her core. she threw her head back, as her series of moans and cries were captured in his mouth, before finally inserting himself inside her. it was painful, of course, with tom slowly kissing away her tears, before rocking gently inside her. soon, tension built up, before the two of them cried out their releases. the two of them then slept their arms and limbs wrapped around each other.

"question, tom, did my grandma actually made a deal with you to marry me?" reader asked the next day.

"uhhhhhh..........no comment".

"you did, didn't you?!"

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#asks #anon writings ✍🏻

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wildskissed · 7 months

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Spicy Edition:

Eve is honestly not big at all on casual sex, but that doesn't mean that it can't occur. She just prefers feelings more than some lust to have sex with someone, so if you wanna just have a one night stand, you gotta work for it, I'm sorry. She won't do it unless she feels like she's emotionally benefitting from it in the moment OR it will make her partner in the moment feel better, and she actually cares about them a little first. It's not the healthiest approach for sure, but if they're interested in her and she's interested enough and it's for their benefit, she could be persuaded.

Her idea of foreplay is more than a romantic date, or needy kisses, or fevered touching, or longing eye contact--she firmly believes in getting her partner off at least once with her hand and/or mouth before sex/sex. It's her way of memorizing her partner and their sounds and showing her appreciation for them that they'd even sleep with her in the first place. I know, I know: very unsurprisingly, her protective/giving nature also translates into enjoying going down on her partner in a very reverent manner with praise before and after.

Eve is a switch. Honestly, once a relationship is established in the sex area, she is a tad more dominant and has a slightly higher sex drive because she thoroughly enjoys sexual intimacy with someone she loves, but she thrives on adapting to her partner's needs. She also has needs of her own and sometimes it's just nice to not be the one that's 'in control'. She's also a big fan of riding but being railed is just as pleasing.

SHE LOVES CUDDLES. Honestly, she likes cuddles more than sex, but she especially is fond of naked cuddles. The intimacy of getting to run your fingertips along your partner's skin and be skin to skin is comforting for her. She's hard pressed to be the first person to leave the bed, actually.

Piggybacking off of that: cock-warming. She's absolutely into that.

Eve is into tying her partner down and then getting them off multiple times. Be that scarves indoors, or vines outdoors (druid magic is a trip, okay?). If you get deep in a relationship with her, she's going to ask to do this at least once.

She is a little more receptive to sex early in the morning, especially after a night of snuggling and sharing a bed, but she can get revved up late at night pretty easy too. That's not to say you can't rev her up at any point under the right circumstances, but yeah...

Now that she's got magic, she does use it during sex sometimes, or before in grand gestures. Actually, sometimes after in grand gestures of appreciation, but she enjoys the weave the SENSATIONS it brings, and how you can be one with your partner through it without the need of words.

Eve likes to mark her partner up, so she can see her handiwork. She also likes to trace and kiss scars, freckles, etc., and overall have her mouth and hands all over them. Praises will be whispered along fevered skin and they just won't stop.

While she is sensitive about the scars on her neck, she will absolutely MELT if you kiss them before/during/after sex. Kissing her neck is actually also a surefire way to turn her own if it's followed by words of affirmation in relation to the scars.

She does like to dress up in lingerie, and due to the sensation of the material, lace is her preferred type.

Eve will honestly try anything at least once. If there is a kink you've got, or an idea you wanna roleplay, etc., she'll be super receptive about it. She's big on sexual intimacy in all its forms and that means communication about what does it for you and what you'd like to explore. That's just as IMPORTANT as the rest of it.

She admittedly has a little breeding kink, I am sorry. I say a 'little' because it's conditional to the type of relationship you have with her outside of sex.

Eve is pretty POSSESSIVE of her partners, tbh, but she'll never make you stay if you don't want to. It more extends to she prefers sex behind closed doors, but also gets off a little on semi public stuff where people could happen on you but aren't actively there.

She's also not huge on poly relationships because of this unless every person in the relationship feels the same amount of wanted and heard. She's just not super great at sharing, so poly relationships would be work, which they should be anyway--everyone involved should be EQUAL.

#╰•★ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ᴀ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛʏ ɪɴ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ★ [headcanon]#╰•★ᴄᴀʀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ʙᴇᴅᴘᴏꜱᴛ★ [nsft]#that's so many things but oh well #there's prolly more too but this is enough for now

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chill-vibes-but-rainbow-panic · 1 month

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7, 8, and 11 from the thingy that you rb earlier

:))

OG List

(I apologize in advance for the long answers, I just love answering stuff like that and I have a lot to say :] )

7. Your favourite tropes to read/write/draw

(I love them all the same, but it is slightly different for each, so I'm making a destinction)

Read: Honestly, kidnapping. I love characters getting kidnapped, and their loved ones worrying/rescuing them. This also includes more-or-less any type of 'going missing'-plot (incl. Char A just running away themselves). Just the feeling of "I have no idea where or how they are, and if they're even still alive", and then the relief when they meet again. Hmmm

Write: 'The world has been cruel and hard to you - therefore I won't be. I want to show you the beauty it has to offer, too <3' This is the best way I can describe it. Characters who've just had a rough time/life being unconditionally cared for and supported. Getting everything their heart has desired for so long. Short: Hurt/Comfort

Draw: While I have yet to draw this myself, actually (because humanoids are hard), any drawing of one character being hurt or scared, while another stands over them caringly and protectively - obviously willing to kick some ass if needed - has me go wild.

8. You hope more people will come to appreciate ___ (a ship, a trope, an episode, etc)

I understand that some people find the market oversaturated by now - that's valid - but still: Redemption

I love redemption so much. I want the story to gently cup a character's face and say "You are broken, but not beyond repair. You can get better, and be happy, and be surrounded by people you love and that love you back." They don't even necessarily need trauma or have gone down a super dark path, I also enjoy: "Character is a massive jerk, and we follow them down the road of being less of a jerk". These are honestly the main reasons both the 'Good Uncle Sly' and 'Apple Cousins' AUs exist.

There are few exceptions I can think of, of villains I'm personally obsessed with, and have not made a version of, where they are redeemed. I look at Reginald Bushroot, and Camille Chameleon, and the Dark Curse - and while for some more than others - there will usually be something at the back of my mind asking: "What if you didn't have to? What if you found love? What if you got to live a quiet, gentle life? What if one day you realized you live in a reality you would never have imagined come true? In a good way? What if everyone could be okay?"

Just

Redemption

11. If you're a writer or artist, what fic or piece of art are you proud of making?

Fic: Family Discount

I was honestly surprised how many people liked that fic. Between 11 fics in total, this one definitely has some of my favourite comments (and it also has a surprsing amount of comments, I didn't expect that tbh). I was a little worried about posting a fanfic chapter-by-chapter, because the last time I tried that I basically (though not officially yet) stopped after one, because I can't write slice of life, it seems.

But so many people got emotionally invested in my writing, and I honestly didn't expect that? But even though I'm forced to take a semi-long break (for exam reasons), it is extremely motivating, and makes me feel that (as vague as it sounds), my stories do do something. How much joy the stuff you make can bring other people, is honestly so cool. Even if it's just a little fanart, or an ask, or a slightly-self-indulgent fanfic :)

I'm proud of having actually got this far, and also having written something me and other people love to read

Art:

I'm actually a little embarassed of this drawing, which I know sounds counter-intuitive to the prompt, but I swear, there is a reason it's here!

This is my first, and currently only drawing of the Flim-Flam-Brothers

I had basically no idea what I was going to do with their designs, and I also only had 60min, with limited tools (because Colormari)

But the thing about this drawing, was that our prompt was basically just "New Years Resolutions". And mine was that I wanted to create more art, without getting bossed around by my inner sense of cringe. Because, while I have absolutely no problem with ranting and rambling and talking about my favourite characters all over the place; as soon as I want to put them into any form of art, my organs feel like they'll turn me inside out. It's the reason this blog has dozens of rambles about how much I love Darkwing Duck, and yet zero art of any of its characters (made by me).

But I made this - and kept it around - even though I knew the characters wouldn't look the best.

So this is the drawing I'm most proud of, because it actually exists :)

#I hope it's fine I talked about so many different aspects. I'm pretty sure you're supposed to pick one lol #But you guys already know that I have many tropes I love <3 #I think you can notice a pattern with them lmao #(Take a sip of water everytime I say “honestly” /j)#Sorry about starting to unravel the inner workings of my mind on this ask lowkey; Anon. Hope you enjoy reading my rambles #And thank you so much for the ask!#ask game #fandom positivity #tropes #other's art #chill's art #long post #swearing #ask for chill

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dxncingwithastrxnger · 1 year

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4. let’s run away and don’t ever look back

A/N: Only 5 days since I posted chapter 1 and we’re already at chapter 4!!! That’s a whole new record for me and I’m already starting chapter 5 as well, I have a good feeling about the rest of the story, tbh 😌 There’s a big Trilance fluff moment right in the beginning, but after that, it’s mostly some other character interactions and plot movements!!! Also, you get introduced to quite a few headcanons of mine in this chapter that I very much enjoyed writing out!! I hope you guys enjoy this one!!!!!

Pairing(s): Tristan x Lancelot, slight Meliodas x Elizabeth

Summary: Tristan and Lance part ways the next morning and Tristan takes the time apart to talk with both Isolde and his parents about his new decision while Lance does the same.

Tags: Aged Up Characters (21-24), fluff, lots and lots of fluff, both platonic fluff and romantic fluff, prescription medication, discussion of characters’ mental disorders, coming out, I think that’s it

Song Inspiration: Teenage Dream By Katy Perry

Word Count: 6,946

Not beta’d, all mistakes are my own.

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[Series Masterlist]

[Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] [Chapter 5] [Chapter 6] [Chapter 7] [Chapter 8] [Chapter 9]

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[Author Masterlist]

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[3 Months Earlier]

Tristan wakes up feeling like he's on a cloud. Physically and emotionally. A steady heartbeat is heard right below his ear and he smiles, turning his head to nuzzle against the bare chest he was laying on. He hears a snort and lifts his head to look at its origin, the still sleeping blonde man he's tangled up with. He takes a moment to observe Lance. He was so still and quiet, yet even asleep, his face was full of life. His cheeks were colored a soft pink and his lashes fluttered against his skin delicately. His lips were parted slightly, his breathing slow and quiet. Tristan couldn't help but compare him to an angel. A sleeping beauty. Tristan bit back a giggle. Maybe I'm not the only prince. He thinks to himself.

He shakes his head at himself and rolls over, onto his back and off of Lance. He gives a full body stretch, his back arching as he does so. His entire body feels sore in the most pleasant way and he gives a contented hum as he settles back down on the bed. He blinks up at the ceiling, noticing a plain white ceiling fan resting still above him. He pushes himself into a sitting position, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed and planting his feet on the floor. The floor is made up of wooden floorboards that are a natural, light brown color. He looks up to look around the room more, curious to learn more about his mysterious Sir Lancelot.

The first thing he sees is plants. There's a large window in the wall in front of him, a cushioned, white bench along the wall right under it that has cupboard doors along the front of it. The window sill looks to be about 5 or 6 inches wide, making it the perfect place for the many potted plants that are placed on it. Tristan stands up and walks over to them, leaning one knee on the bench to observe them closely. There's six plants in all and there's only two that Tristan can really identify at all. A medium size fern and a gathering of peace lilies. The others are all flowers in various colors, ranging from purple to orange to yellow and white. Tristan smiles softly. He stands up and turns around, only to spot more. Some of the same potted purple flowers are on his left nightstand and there were 4 little succulents lined up along the top of his dresser, something he hadn't noticed last night. Tristan looks to the man still sleeping on the bed in the middle of the room, his head tilted slightly. He definitely never could've guessed Lance for a plant dad, especially with this many. But he wasn't complaining, not at all. He was just even more determined to learn more about the man now.

Tristan hummed to himself softly as he looked around the room again, looking for his clothes. He grimaces at the scattered clothes around the room. In the heat of the moment, he doesn't really care, but seeing it now, he feels the immediate urge to clean up. And so he does. He gathers their clothes from the night before and puts them all in the laundry basket he finds in the corner with the exception of his jeans. As much as he hates having to re-wear anything like this, it's a necessary evil since he'll have to go back out in public before he can get anywhere that has a proper change of clothes for him. He might not have to wear the same shirt, though. He looks between Lance and his dresser, considering. Finally, he decides to just go for it. He walks over to the dresser and rummages through it, snatching a pair of boxers and a red short sleeved shirt. It was definitely going to be too big on him but an oversized shirt was way better than oversized pants. He just hopes that Lance doesn't mind too much and if he does, then Tristan will just buy him a new one of each to make up for it.

He gathers up his clothes and scans the room once more. There's three doors in the room. He knows the one almost directly across from him is the main entrance to the bedroom. That left what he assumes is the closet and a bathroom. All he can do is guess, so he walks over to the door closest to him and swings it open, thankfully finding that it's the assumed bathroom. He steps in, closing the door quietly behind him. He quickly relieves himself and then gets dressed, enjoying just how large Lance's shirt is on his shorter frame. He walks over to the sink, looking at himself in the mirror on the wall behind it. His hair is a mess, as expected, and his neck is covered in hickeys. He blushes, bringing a hand up to press his finger to one of them, shivering as he does so. He pulls the collar of the shirt down slightly, noticing a few more littering the top of his chest. He bites his lip and adjusts the shirt to cover as many as possible without looking weird, but there was no way for him to cover all of them. Seems he'll have to borrow more from Lance then he originally planned to.

He sighs softly and washes and dries his hands before reaching into his back pocket to pull out the comb he knows is there and runs it through his hair as best he can. He isn't able to get all the tangles out, he'll need a full-sized brush for that, but he does manage to get it looking decent enough to be seen in public with. After placing the comb back in his pocket, he turns the facet back on and splashes some water over his face a few times, patting his face dry with a washcloth he finds on a towel shelf afterwards. Lastly, he pulls the tube of strawberry lipgloss out of his right pocket, smiling down at it as he does so. It wasn't his usual brand or flavor, but it was a gift from Isolde and he cherished it greatly. While he may not love her as his parents intended, he cared about her deeply. She was his best friend, the sister he never had, even if he's pretty sure she's in love with him. He just hopes that when he breaks things off today, he doesn't hurt her too badly and that they can still be friends afterwards. He isn't sure if he could handle losing her. His smile turns wobbly and he feels a burn in the back of his throat in reaction to the direction his thoughts have gone and he shakes his head rapidly, blinking his eyes a few times.

He quickly returns to the task at hand, applying the lip gloss to his lips and pocketing it once more afterwards. He blows out a long breath before turning away from the mirror and walking back into the Lance's bedroom, staying quiet in case he was still sleeping. As the door closes with a soft click behind him, he sees that the blonde is indeed still asleep. He smiles at him briefly before heading for the door to the hall. Right as he's about to step out of the room, he freezes and then backtracks a few steps. He stands there for a few moments, his eyes on the two pairs of shoes on the ground, one his own and one Lance's. Don't do it. Just leave them. Just go. He tries to demand, but his own brain was working against him. He growls as his body moves without his say so, grabbing both pairs and walking over to the door, placing Lance's shoes on the left side of the door frame, toes pointed towards the wall, and doing the same with his own shoes on the right side. Ignoring the instant relief the action brings, he quickly leaves the room, closing the door behind him.

He walks down the small hallway and enters the living room, enjoying the amount of natural light in the room. And he's only a little surprised to see more plants. The living room has a similar window and bench setup to the one in the bedroom, but this one was bigger in order to match the bigger room. In the two corners of the wall holding the front door to the apartment is two potted trees, both around the same height as Tristan himself. The window sill had eight pots lining it, each one filled with soil but no plants sprouting from any of them yet. In the right top corner of the window, there was a hanging basket of what Tristan recognized to be flowering jasmine, his fifth favorite flower. And finally, two more taller plants, one on each side of the window bench. These were nearly as tall as the trees, but they were both growing big, bright yellow flowers. It was a color that Tristan absolutely adored and he walked over to one of them, reaching out to touch one of the blossoms gently.

"Try to be careful with those ones." A soft voice calls from behind him. He whips around in surprise, eyes landing on the tall blonde standing in the open space between the hallway and the living room. Lance smiles at Tristan as he continues speaking. "They're real delicate flowers, they can rip easily." He informs him.

"Oh." Tristan says simply. He turns back to the flowers and traces a single finger over one in a featherlight touch just once before pulling his hand back. He then turns around and heads to the open kitchen area attached to the living room. Out of the corner of his eye, he catches a glimpse of Lance eyeing him carefully. Tristan suddenly has the feeling that he was just put under some sort of test, though he was confident that he had passed whatever it was. He notices more succulents in the kitchen and gives an amused chuckle.

"What's so funny?" Lance asks curiously as he also steps into the kitchen.

Tristan looks at him with a raised eyebrow. "Plants, huh?"

Lance's expression softens into understanding as he snorts softly and nods. "Uh, yeah. You can blame my mom for that. And my uncle, too, I guess." When Tristan gives him a questioning look, he continues, smiling softly. "Where they grew up was mostly just woods and after moving to the city, they couldn't help but keep as much of the outdoors with them as possible. I grew up surrounded by all kinds of plants and I guess I came to love all of them, too." He admits, his cheeks darkening slightly as he runs a hand through his hair.

"That's actually really cute." Tristan tells him honestly.

"Psh, sure it is." Lance immediately brushes off the compliment and turns away from him, but Tristan sees the red that spreads to the tips of his ears and he smirks at the sight.

Tristan feels the urge to start teasing him, but he decides to resist it for now. "Where are your cups?" He asks instead.

He opens up a cupboard next to the sink that's the same color as the floor of the bedroom and living room. "Right in here." He moves back to allow Tristan to see inside the cupboard. "If you're looking for water, though, I also have bottles of water in the fridge." He informs him.

Tristan smiles. "I'll take one of those, then. Thank you." He takes a step forward to peck Lance on the cheek. As he pulls back, Lance starts to say something before he freezes, his eyes widening slightly.

Before Tristan can ask what caused his reaction, he gets an answer. "I-is-is that-" He chokes out before stopping to clear his throat. "A-are you wearing lip gloss or something?" He asks.

Realization dawns on the silverette. Oh. So he hadn't noticed last night. "Yeah, I am. I usually am." He admits. "Is...that a problem?" He asks uncertainly, trying not to let the sudden jolt of fear that runs through him show on his face.

Tristan can almost see the gears turning in Lance's head as he processes, his face becoming one of understanding and then quickly shifting again as his eyes darken slightly, leaving Tristan very confused, his brows furrowing. Lance then kisses him fiercely, the action filled with desire and leaving Tristan burning all over when he pulls away a few moments later. "Definitely not a problem." Lance assures him quietly.

"So I've noticed." Tristan mumbles back, his cheeks warming over with a light flush.

He then turns around without another word and walks over to the fridge, seeing multiple water bottles lined up along the bottom shelf of the fridge door. He leans down to grab the fifth one in the row, closing the fridge as he opens the bottle. He swallows down about half of it before setting it down on the island in the middle of the kitchen as he hears Lance turn on the kitchen faucet. He reaches into his left pocket and pulls out his little pill capsule, popping it open and dumping the three pills inside into his hand. He pops them into his mouth and swallows them down along with the rest of the water in his water bottle. When he pulls the plastic away from his lips, he freezes, seeing Lance staring at him again. He has a glass of water almost to his lips, hovering there as he looks at Tristan with curiosity. Upon seeing Tristan looking back at him, he nods his head towards the blue pill capsule Tristan still has sitting on the island.

Tristan gives him a smile, but it's more sarcastic than anything else. "Actual meds, not a drug problem, just in case you were questioning that." He jokes half-heartedly, grabbing the pill capsule and closing it before putting it back in his pocket. "Two for Bipolar Disorder and one for OCD." He says quietly. The only way to let someone know you're open to trusting them is by being honest right from the start. That's what Dr. Dreyfus says, anyways.

Lance sets down his water glass and turns to him with a soft, affectionate smile that makes Tristan feel all fluttery inside. The silverette watches as he walks over to the opposite side of the sink and opens up another cupboard, pulling something out and placing it on the counter. It's an orange prescription bottle. "ADHD." Lance tells him.

"Ooh." Tristan says slowly. "Well, that's good to know." Tristan returns his smile.

Lance shrugs. "It's not too big of a deal." He then gestures a hand behind Tristan. "The shoes - back in the bedroom - that you?" He asks.

Tristan gives him a sheepish little grin, rubbing the pads of his fingers over his palms in a nervous habit. "Yeah. Sorry about that. I tried not to." He admits.

"Hey, no, you don't need to apologize for something like that. You lined up some shoes, it's not like you rearranged my entire apartment or something. Just not something I'm used to someone doing after I've spent the night with them, that's the only reason I really even noticed in the first place." He says sincerely before picking up his abandoned water and downing it in a few gulps. Tristan gives him a grateful smile when he's able to catch his eye again.

Tristan spots a trashcan in the corner and tosses his water bottle into it. "Hey, do you, uh, have anything I can use to cover, you know," He gestures to his neck. "All this?" Lance walks over to him as he speaks and he places his hands on the other man's chest, looking up at him. "As much as I'd love to show off your handiwork, the paparazzi are probably already out and prowling the streets and if my parents find out I hooked up with you last night through the internet before I even get the chance to talk to them about my decision, then there's going to be some problems."

Lance wraps his arms around Tristan's waist. "Is that what I am to you? Just a hookup?"

Tristan would've started to worry if not for the teasing glint in the man's red eyes. "Of course not. You're quickly becoming much more important than that." Tristan says shyly, ducking his head and looking at him through his eyelashes.

It's true. He's not stupid. He knows what's going on between them is anything but platonic, and it's way more than just sexual. He wants to know every single thing there is to know about the man in front of him, everything he's willing to tell him. He wants to know more about his childhood and meet more of his strange friends. He wants to know about his favorite places in the city and why he grows peace lilies instead of daffodils. And with how comfortable Lance's arms are around him, he's convinced he wants to be held by them forever.

Lance observes him with soft, tender eyes. "Yeah, I know what you mean." He whispers, and he kisses him again, slow and sweet. It feels like some sort of unspoken promise that neither knows the meaning of yet. Lance pulls away from the kiss only slightly, his lips hovering right above Tristan's. The silver-haired man's eyes stay closed, lingering in the moment just a little longer.

"You can take the black jacket by the door when you head out. It should be big enough on you to keep your neck covered up. I'll toss on a hoodie as well. It's a good thing it's supposed to rain today." Lance says quietly and it takes Tristan a moment to process what he's talking about. When he does, he sighs in relief.

"Thank you so much, seriously."

"You're welcome. Though I'm sure you would've managed just fine without me telling you." He quips, grinning and gesturing to the t-shirt Tristan is currently wearing.

Tristan blushes, remembering exactly where the t-shirt came from. "I can go ahead and give it back if you'd like. Wearing my button up from last night isn't exactly ideal, but I'd do it if you preferred I not take your shirt with me.' He says.

Lance leans forward and nips at his ear, causing a gasp to escape his lips. "Don't you dare. You're not giving that back to me until after I've had the chance to fuck you in it." He whispers. Tristan whimpers softly at the thought. But before the silverette can respond, the place where Lance was is completely empty. "I just gotta get dressed real quick and then I can drive you home. I'll be right back!" He calls from the hallway.

Tristan stands there sputtering for a moment, face completely red, before he recovers enough to yell back at him. "Rude!" All he hears in reply is Lance laughing loudly from his bedroom.

~*~

Four hours later, Tristan is showered, freshly dressed, walking up to Isolde's doorstep. She lives in a quaint, little, brick townhome on the south side of Liones. He walks up to her front steps and slips through the door, closing and locking it behind him. He had asked her if it was okay for him to come over today and she had told him that it was and that she would leave the front door unlocked for him as always. He pushes his hands into the pocket of the large jacket he's borrowing from Lance, fiddling with his car keys.

"In the kitchen!" She calls out to him.

He smiles and walks through the house until he reaches the kitchen. She's bustling around the whole space, the light pink apron she's wearing covered in flour and other powdered baking ingredients. He doesn't see anything wrong with the scene until he notices the smell of the room as well as the batch of already baked cookies out on a cooling rack. A strong scent of cinnamon and nutmeg. A bowl of cinnamon sugar resting off to the side. She's making snickerdoodles. His absolute favorite. His brows furrow and he looks at her, finding her standing completely still and already staring back at him.

"What's wrong?" They both say at the same time.

"Wait, what?" Tristan blinks.

Isolde sighs and grabs a kitchen towel from the counter behind her, using it to wipe off her forehead. "Tristan, you've been acting weird since yesterday. You were so quiet all day, you spent way more time than usual getting ready just to go to The Rogue, of all places, you were so tense the whole time we were there, and then you just ditched with Lance so quickly, I just-" She throws her hands up in a frustrated gesture. She looks his form up and down as if just now actually looking at him. "What's with that big jacket? See, you're acting weird!!" She exclaims exasperatedly.

Oh, Isolde. Always working yourself up. Tristan takes in a long, deep breath, wishing there was a way he could stall this conversation a bit longer, but he knows there's no point in pushing it away. He and Lance agreed that they'd break things off today and he was still planning on talking to his parents after he finished talking with Isolde. "Isolde. I'm ending our arrangement." He breathes out, holding his breath.

"Oh, thank gods." Is the first thing out of Isolde's mouth and the thing he expected to hear the least.

"Excuse me?" He coughs.

Isolde walks over to him, reaching out and grabbing both of his hands in hers. "Tristan, I love you to death, but marrying you would be the equivalent of marrying my brother." She makes a disgusted grimace and he can't help but mimic her expression for a moment.

"Yeah, that's exactly how I feel about you. You're amazing, Isolde, but I really couldn't ever see you that way and I'm really, really glad that you don't see me that way, either." He tells her sincerely.

She smiles softly. "No worries, Trist. You're honestly not even my type anyways."

At Tristan's questioning look, her smile turns shy. "It's not just you. No guy is my type." She admits.

The silverette's eyes widen. "Oh. Oh. Wow. I...never even realized. That's...wow. Of course, I accept you, you know that. Well, at least, I hope you know that, cause if you don't, then that would be a problem that I definitely need to fix because I'm-I'm rambling and I need to shut up." He takes a deep breath.

Isolde giggles, letting go of his hands. "Everything's okay. I know what you mean and I do know that you accept me, I've never thought anything different. I am curious, though." She studies him closely. "After all this time of just going along with it, what's gotten you to finally switch things up?"

Tristan's face blooms into a brilliant fire hydrant red, making Isolde look at him with great interest and curiousity. "Alright, this is gotta be good. Spill it." She demands.

Tristan chews on his bottom lip. "Okay, first of all, I have to apologize. Because I totally lied to you about what I was doing last night." He admits sheepishly.

Her eyes narrow and one of her eyebrows raises, her arms crossing over her chest. "So you didn't go spend the night with Lancelot?" She questions.

"Oh, uh, I, uh, definitely spent the night with Lancelot." He says, clearing his throat as the heat burning across his face spreads to the tips of his ears. Rather than try to explain outloud, he decides it best to rid himself of the jacket. It's getting a little stuffy wearing it since he's inside now, anyways.

He avoids looking at Isolde completely as he unzips it and pulls it off of his shoulders, folding it over his arm. He studies the floor for a long minute or two before finally looking up to see Isolde's reaction. All he's wearing under the jacket is Lance's red t-shirt, which he had slipped back on after his shower, which means that all of the dark bruises on his neck are still on full display. Isolde is looking at him about how he expected her to. Her eyes are wide, staring directly at his neck, her mouth open in surprise. She looks the definition of shock.

"So, you-. But you-. And he-. His apartm-. I-I mean-" Isolde shakes her head rapidly. "J-j-just wait a second, let me get this straight." She stutters out finally. "Lancelot..." She looks at Tristan again now. "And you. You guys-" She cuts herself off, gesturing to the man's neck.

Tristan chuckles nervously. "Y-yeah, we did. Lance and I. We slept together. Last night. At his apartment." He confirms.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I got that part now." Isolde starts pacing back and forth in front of him. "I mean-" She stops and gives him a skeptical look. "Lancelot?? Really?? Isn't he supposed to be getting engaged to Guinevere??" She questions.

Tristan's eyes harden slightly at the mention of Guinevere. "Yes, he is, but he doesn't have any feelings for her. Like, literally. They're not even friends, based on what he's said." He informs her.

The pinkette in front of him looks at the counter she's standing next to, lost in her head. "Huh. Weird. The way Guin talks about him, you'd think the two were all in."

Tristan scoffs and crosses his arms. "Not even close. It's all one-sided. She just likes to think that she has some claim over him when in reality, he wants nothing to do with her, which is exactly as it should be." He says, irritation seeping into his tone. He couldn't help it. He doesn't like Guinevere at all, never has. There's just always been something about her that makes him feel uneasy, though he's not quite sure what. Not only that, but she was always clinging to Lance whatever chance she got and Lance was clearly uncomfortable each time she did it, yet she either didn't care or wasn't paying enough attention to him to even notice.

"...Tristan, was that a hint of jealousy I heard just now?"

Tristan's eyes shoot open. "What? No! Why would I ever be jealous of Guinevere?" He immediately denies her claims.

Suddenly, Tristan's vision is filled with nothing but Isolde's face, the woman grabbing his shoulders lightly and leaning down so that her face was level with his. "Trist, what aren't you telling me?" She asks him gently.

Tristan immediately deflates and groans as he steps over to one of the kitchen island stools and plops down onto it. "Lance and I have been flirting with each other for the last 8 months, pretty much ever since we first met. For awhile, it was just attraction, but eventually it started to change. Or maybe it had been like that the whole time and I'd just never noticed. But suddenly it wasn't just that I wanted to sleep with Lancelot, I...wanted something more than that, I thought. And that thought solidified more as time passed and then we'd settled on a date for the wedding and I just couldn't take it anymore." He runs his hands over his face. "So, last night, we talked before we went back to his place. I told him how I feel and he feels the same. We made an agreement that I would end my arrangement with you while he ends things with Guinevere, and then him and I are gonna get to know each other, see where this whole thing goes." His voice is quieter as he finishes talking, a small, warm smile spread over his face as he looks down at where his hands are resting on the island counter.

"Tristan Nathan Liones, is that the look of love I see on your face?" Isolde gasps playfully.

Tristan turns to her, sputtering. "What- I- No!" He looks down as he nibbles his bottom lip. "Not yet, anyway..."

Isolde squeals and pulls Tristan into a tight hug that Tristan gladly returns. "Oh, Trist, I'm so happy for you!! This is amazing!!"

Tristan laughs. "Thank you, Isolde, I know it is." They pull back from the hug, Isolde holding him at arms length. "I think he's really great so far." He pauses for a moment. "...this morning, he told me that I'm becoming important to him." He whispers, gaining another squeal from Isolde in reply.

He laughs some more as she coos at how cute that is while walking over to the fridge and pulling some things out, starting to get back to her baking. He sits and watches her mix and knead and bake for a couple more hours, the two of them talking the whole time. Tristan is so glad that things have worked out between them like they have.

~*~

"Hey, Thetis, is my mom busy right now?"

"I wouldn't know, Tristan, she's not here. She's working with your father today." His mother's assistant tells him formally.

"Oh, okay. Well, thank you for letting me know." He thanks her.

"You're welcome." She says before hanging up. He sighs. Same old Thetis.

He switches lanes, then, heading for city hall instead of his parents' house. The difference in drive time isn't much, thankfully. He pulls into the outer parking lot that the public used. It wasn't very crowded at the moment and he's hoping as much as possible that he won't be here for very long. He locks his car behind when he gets out before stopping a moment and making sure his jacket is adjusted correctly. He doesn't even want to imagine what would happen if his parents saw any of those damn hickies.

He enters the building, relieved that it doesn't seem to be too terribly warm inside. He waves at a few people as he walks through the halls. He's a familiar face and he knows all the passcodes to the staff only rooms and elevators, so it's not too much trouble getting to his dad's office. He spots Rose at her desk, as usual. She's his father's secretary. From what Tristan's heard, his dad didn't actually want one at first, but everyone else convinced him to, eventually. Rose has been around for nearly ten years now, ever since he was a preteen, and she's about that much older than him by now.

"Hey, Rose!" He greets warmly.

"Mr. Liones! It's been awhile since you've been around here, how have you been?" She asks just as warmly.

He sighs inwardly. For the longest time, he tried to get her to just call him Tristan, but he gave up on that ages ago. "I've been good. Really good. And you?"

"Oh, I've been wonderful, thank you. Oh, and your parents are right through in the office." She informs him.

Tristan is about to open his mouth to thank her when he suddenly realizes what his mom and dad together in a close space with a lockable door might mean. His face scrunches up into a look of disgust that Rose seems to notice immediately. "Don't worry, Mr. Antin is in there with him. I believe they're discussing this year's Pride parade." She says with a laugh, knowing exactly why he'd pulled that face.

He visibly relaxes. "Okay, good. Thank you so much." He tells her as he walks forward, seeing her nod as he pushes the office door open and walks through.

"...I don't know, I just don't think we should do all that without getting a confirmation back from 'em first." He hears his Uncle Ban say.

"It's really no problem. They'll come through for us, just like they do every year." His mom.

"See? It'll be perfectly fine, Ban." His dad.

As he enters the room, he observes them. Uncle Ban is leaning his back against the right wall of the office with his arms crossed over his chest while his parents are standing in front of his dad's desk. His dad is looking at the papers scattered all over his desk, his hand under his chin and a thoughtful look on his face and his mom is standing right behind him, peeking over his shoulder.

Uncle Ban mutters something along the lines of, "Why do I even bother?" before the door finally closes behind him with a heavy thud, drawing the attention of all three people right to him.

"Oh, Tristan!" His mom comes rushing towards him with open arms and he returns her hug without hesitation.

"Hey, ma." He greets her.

As they pull away, a warm hand is placed on his shoulder. "Hey there, Trist." His father says with a grin.

"Hey, pa." He replies, returning his grin. Then he turns to the other man in the room and greets him as well. "Hey, Uncle Ban!"

"Yo, kid, how ya been? It's been awhile." He points out.

"That's true, actually. The last time you came to my office was nearly a year ago." His dad says, walking back over to his desk.

Tristan walks towards the desk as well. "I've been really good. And I wanted to talk to you guys about something, actually." He tells them, looking pointedly between both of his parents.

Both of them look at him with furrowed brows. "Oh, okay. Would you like Ban to step out for a few minutes?" His mom asks him gently.

"Oh, um, no, he's fine to stay in here. I don't really plan on taking very long, there's just something I want to tell you both in person." He explains, his nerves flaring up now that he's actually at this point. He just can't say anything about Lance. Not like he had been planning to, anyways.

His dad sits down in his chair and his mother leans against the front corner of the desk. Even Uncle Ban comes over and stands next to Tristan's dad, a grin on his face and a mischievous glint in his curious eyes. The eyes of all three adults are now on him and he holds back a nervous squeak. "So, what is it?" His dad prompts.

"Is everything okay?" His mother questions, her eyes worried.

Tristan isn't sure if he's even breathing or not anymore. He quickly forces the words out, afraid that if he takes too long to say it, then he'll end up bolting out of the room before he gets the chance to. "I'mnotmarryingIsolde." He forces out.

"Um, what?"

"Excuse me?"

"You're gonna have to repeat that, sweetie."

Tristan mentally slaps himself and huffs slightly, his cheeks puffing up as he lets out a deep breath. He shakes his head at himself and straightens his shoulders. "I'm n-not marrying Isolde." He wanted the sentence to come out sure and confident, but in reality it came out small and quiet, barely above a whisper. He looked at his mom, not wanting to see the look of disappointment his dad was undoubtedly sending in his direction.

"What?" The silver-haired woman questioned. "Why? Did something happen between you two?" She questions, her concern growing.

"Oh, no, nothing like that at all!" He reassures. "Isolde and I are perfectly fine, great even. Nothing's happened between us." He finally looks to the two older men behind the desk. His dad's face is completely blank and his Uncle's face is skeptical. He looks down for a moment, thinking of Lance. A blush comes to his face and he can't help but smile as he remembers his morning with the man just earlier. The two of them had left Lance's apartment and stopped for a quick breakfast together, Tristan learning that the blonde prefers his coffee with plain creamer but no sugar, and that he favors biscuits over croissants.

He gets lost in his thoughts for a moment and is suddenly brought back to reality when his mother speaks up again. "Oh. I see." Tristan's head shoots his head up as his mother steps closer to him, reaching her hands up to tuck his hair behind his ears before cradling his face gently.

"Ma...?" He asks uncertainly at the same time that his dad says, "Elizabeth...?"

His mom has a warm, knowing smile on her face. "Tristan isn't going to marry Isolde because there's someone else he has feelings for instead."

Tristan's blush deepens slightly upon realizing how quickly she was able to figure him out, but he returns her smile, nodding in confirmation. "Yes. Things aren't very far along, yet, but I think I'm going to fall in love with him, ma." He admits softly.

"I think you already are." She tells him and his stomach flutters. Is that true? He wonders. Have I really started falling so quickly? The knowing in his mom's eyes only grows as she watches the emotions swirling in his eyes and she kisses his forehead before stepping away from him.

He finally looks to his dad, his nerves returning. His father is still looking at him with that same blank look as before, but suddenly, he grins widely and lets out a small chuckle. "Okay, Tristan. As long as this guy is treating you right and makes you happy, then I'm perfectly okay with your decision!" He tells him brightly.

Tristan stands there blinking at him. What? He waits for the blonde man's expression to change, for it to be some sort of joke, but his dad's grin was completely unwavering. Tears spring in Tristan's eyes and before he even realizes what he's doing, he's behind the desk and throwing himself forward, hugging his dad tightly. The man doesn't return the embrace right away, instead staying completely still at first, before slowly wrapping his arms around his son.

"He's treated me wonderfully so far and he makes me feel like I could do anything." He admits quietly.

"Good." His dad says. He reaches up and pats the top of Tristan's head a few times. "Good."

"Man, first Lance and now Tristan. What even is today, huh?" Tristan perks up at hearing Lance's name as he pulls away from his dad.

"What about Lancelot?" His dad asks the other man.

"The kid called Elaine and I up this mornin', says he isn't gonna marry Guinevere. Wouldn't tell us why, though." His Uncle Ban tells them. Tristan bites back a victorious smirk at the news. "But it's whatever. As long as he knows what he's doing. Anyways, do we get to know anything about this guy of yours, Tristan?" He asks with a grin.

Tristan shakes his head, nibbling at his bottom lip. "No, not yet. There's still a lot that him and I need to figure out first." The silverette tells his uncle honestly.

The tall man's shoulders slouch. "Aw. That's no fun."

"Don't worry, Ban, I'm sure Tristan will share more once he's ready to." His mom reassures. Tristan nods and turns to smile at his mom gratefully.

Soon after that, Tristan is leaving his dad's office and heading back out of the city hall. He feels so much better than he did 24 hours ago and he can't wait to see where this new path takes him. Right as he steps through the front entrance and out into the light drizzle that's falling from the clouds overhead, his phone buzzes in his pocket. He pulls it out and sees a text from Lance. He beams and unlocks his phone, pulling the message up to read through it.

'Just finished talking to Guinevere and already talked to my parents this morning. No other strings to cut. I believe this means I'm all yours, your majesty 😉'

Tristan bites his lip, giggling softly. He walks over to his car slowly as he types out a reply.

'I believe it does, Sir Lancelot. But only if I can be all yours, as well 😘'

Tristan falls into the driver's seat of his car, feeling giddy and warm all over. He has a feeling that this will be one of the best decisions he's ever made.

~*~

A/N: What did you guys think?? Please let me know!!! There’s gonna be lots of more characters in the next chapter, most of them being introduced in this AU for the first time!!! A few more ships as well!!! ALSO!!! In the series masterlist, I’ve added the names of all upcoming chapters, so if you’d like to take a peek at those to try and see what kind of hints you can find, you can now do so!!

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