#right after i told myself i'd never write any xD

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To Thaw a Frozen Heart (MLP Fanfiction)

Summary:

During a family visit to the Crystal Empire, Spike finds a starving changeling. By helping him he is forced to learn a hard lesson about friendship, family and what it takes to be a true hero.

(aka “The Times They Are a Changeling” rewritten but I added more ~drama~ and personal headcanons for more depth)

A/N: Very different from what I normally do, I know. First time writing fanfiction and in another language no less. Should have enough years of experience with English by now, but in case I made any grammatical mistakes, please do correct me; I would love to learn! Also I know I should probably be posting this on an actual fanfiction site but I don’t wanna create an account just to post this one story

Rated T

Word Count: 5.255

Genres: canon-divergent, angst with happy ending (technically includes hurt/comfort?)

Warnings: mentions of starvation

It was supposed to be a simple family visit.

Although, being the adoptive little brother of the Princess of Friendship and brother-in-law to the Princess of Love made that hard sometimes.

Trouble always seemed to find them, as if they were heroes from one of his comic books. Considering how many times they had actually saved the world (and that one time they were truly stuck in said comic book), Spike figured they might as well be.

Still, he was looking forward to the trip. Visiting his family in the far north would be a great and relaxing vacation. Even Starlight tagged along in order to visit her fillyhood friend Sunburst.

But instead of being welcomed with open arms upon arrival, they were held up by the royal guard.

A changeling had been spotted in the Crystal Empire.

The news had shocked them. The last time they saw these dangerous creatures… well, that almost had not ended well.

Obviously the royal family was distraught. They had already doubled and tripled their security, checked each and every visitor; whether it was a tourist or a resident returning home.

Twilight and Starlight immediately offered to help. Cadance said she was happy enough to have them here at all.

Her voice may have been calm as always but Spike could tell the whole situation was stressing her out. Especially with a newborn filly that had practically turned the empire into a changeling magnet with all the love that poured through the citizens. 

He wanted to help, too. And it seemed the crystal guard was overjoyed to have him join their search party.

(Shining said they’d wanted him to accompany them, but deep down he was certain they were only humoring him.)

Spike somehow found himself leading the troupe in the snowy landscape, giving them directions to search this and that way.

He felt a little silly ordering them around like that.

Just a few years ago he would have happily played along with his "adoring fans" (in the only place anypony had ever treated him as a hero to begin with).

Now, as he suddenly found himself all alone in the icy mountains and freezing his scales off, he only felt like a lost little child.

Not that he was still a child, mind you! He was already a teenager in dragon years by now. Although, he had to admit, he was still lost.

And when he slipped through the snow and ended up in an empty ice cave, he was about to give up completely and just turn around. 

Except the cave wasn’t empty.

And he just found the dangerous creature the guards had been looking for.

-

Turns out there was no threat at all.

 The changeling - no, Thorax - was nothing like the changelings they’d seen back then at Shining and Cadance’s wedding.

He was still young, barely a year or two older than Spike, and he felt like an outsider in his own home. While the other changelings learned at a young age how to hunt and feed on their prey, Thorax had always found their methods to be too barbaric. 

It wasn’t until his very first mission in Canterlot (to "watch how it’s supposed to be done", so he could "learn from the older ones how to do it right") that he saw what real love was.

The ponies’ friendship had inspired Thorax, but at the same time it had made him feel even more out of place in the hive.

In the end, he found he had no choice but to run away.

He’d been on quite the long journey thus far. Yet no place he visited had even let him explain himself before ponies started running or chasing him out. It must have been the recent Crystalling that had instinctively driven Thorax to go even further north.

All the while, Spike listened attentively to his story. Hearing how someone was disowned by their own kind like that brought him to tears. No one deserved that, especially not someone like Thorax.

Growing up as the only dragon among ponies, he had always been an outsider himself. But it had taught him to keep an open mind and not judge another creature by what they looked like.

Considering the way Thorax’s skinny legs were shaking (from the cold or exhaustion, he wondered?), Spike found he could believe him.

Still…

he couldn’t help but ask: “Are you not going to steal my love?"

Thorax’s eyed widened at that.

“No! I wouldn’t- I would never take it without permission!"

Huh. That he hadn’t expected. 

“But isn’t that how it works?"

“Well, yes. I mean, I’m not sure- It just feels wrong to steal it."

Odd. Why was Thorax so unsure about that? Shouldn’t he know about his own species’ biology?

Then again, Spike hadn’t known until he was four years old that dragons could withstand temperature as hot as lava.

Logically it made sense now, with being able to breathe fire and all.

But at the time he had curiously crawled into the open fireplace, which had almost given his parents a heart attack as they had quickly pulled him out - only to find him completely unharmed.

(It was Twilight who had happily suggested heading to the library and looking for a book on how to properly care for a dragon. Sadly, the interspecies relations had been pretty much non-existent back then and no pony-made place could help them on the topic).

Spike shook himself out of his pondering (literally, for the freezing cold made him shiver) as another more urgent thought brought him back to the present.

“Wait, so when was the last time you ate something? I doubt you could even ask anypony before they ran off."

“Uh..." Thorax started to awkwardly rub one foreleg against the other as he thought. Then he winced and stopped. “A few days? Maybe a week…"

“An entire week?!"

“There was this one… bird on my way that offered me some love." (Spike didn’t like that pause mid-sentence, nor the image of a vulture that immediately sprung to mind.) “Tasted like pity, though. N-not that I’m complaining!"

The more Spike learned about Thorax, the more it hurt seeing him like this. He had to do something!

So he made a decision right then and there.

“That settles it! I don’t know how this works but… I hereby grant you permission to eat my love!" he declared as confidently as he could, so Thorax would accept his offer (and a little to convince himself that this wasn’t a crazy and stupid idea after all).

“Are you-" Thorax couldn’t even protest as his legs nearly gave out underneath him and Spike had to steady him.

“Yes, I’m sure!"

With the last bit of strength Thorax had left, he made a small noise of agreement before finally lighting his horn.

Poor guy wasn’t used to being treated as kindly as this, Spike thought absentmindedly. But that just made the dragon all the more determined to help.

Having his love taken from him felt… well, he wasn’t going to lie, it hurt a lot.

His head was pounding and it felt like his heart was being pulled. Or rather tugged, surprisingly gently, which was probably the least painful thing about all of this.

He wasn’t sure if the ground moved or if it was him. Everything was becoming more and more blurry, but he wasn’t about to give up.

He wanted to do this and if this is what it took to keep Thorax alive, he just had to bite his tongue and endure it a little longer.

Spike didn’t even realize it was already over until he heard Thorax’s worried voice over him (over him?) and he looked up to see the ceiling of the cave and two bright cyan eyes.

“Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?"

Of course he would ask that. Even after almost starving to death because he absolutely refused to take any love that wasn’t given to him with consent, Thorax was still more concerned about Spike’s wellbeing than his own.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Still a little dizzy. Don’t know what I was expecting."

Spike hadn’t even noticed he’d fallen to the ground in the process. At least the snow had somewhat softened his landing.

When Thorax extended a hoof to help him up, the dragon had to do a double take. Weren’t there more holes before…?

He saved that question for some other time. There were still more important things to do first.

“You know, the others got it all wrong", Spike began. „They think they’re looking for some evil monster, but that’s not you at all."

“Well, at least you believe me. You’re the first one who even listened to me."

“And I won’t be the last!"

That concerned look was back on his face. “What?"

“You said not a single creature even let you explain your situation before the already assumed the worst, right? But if I’m there and tell them what’s up, they’ll realize there’s nothing to be afraid of and they’ll let you stay."

Thorax seemed less convinced of these words. “You really think so?"

“Well, yea-"

Spike cut himself short when he thought back to what had happened to his now sister-in-law and how she’d been trapped and replaced.

And his brother and how he’d been brainwashed.

Everypony’s reaction when Chrysalis had revealed herself.

The attack on Canterlot that had followed.

Then he looked back to Thorax, a little healthier now but still weak from almost starving. Cold and lonely and still way too nice to simply take what was needed in order to survive.

The image before him clashed horribly with his memory of the wedding.

Sure, In the end love had saved them and the changelings were quite literally sent flying back to where they had come from.

But this was Thorax.

Would they hurt and banish him as well?

“On second thought… maybe we should ease them into it.“

-

He’d been a fool. An utter fool to believe his presence would be enough to change everypony’s minds so easily.

It’s not like Spike hadn’t thought this through at all.

Thorax still disguised himself as a crystal pony, going by the (admittedly uncreative) alias “Crystal Hoof“. They had come up with a quick background story as well, but other than that, Thorax could just be himself.

The locals were soon very fond of him and his lovable personality and Spike had been so certain that, with a little more time, Thorax could stop hiding behind the fake pony form completely one day.

Of course things couldn’t be that simple.

Happy to have a distraction from the tense situation at hoof, Cadance was eager to invite Spike’s “pen pal“ into the palace to meet Flurry Heart. That’s when everything went downhill.

There was so much love in the room coming from both the family and close friends. It must have been too much at once for Thorax who had barely eaten anything up to that point.

Self-preservation instincts briefly got the better of him, making him reveal his true changeling form as he let out a few sharp hisses.

Everyone gasped in terror.

The guard was called immediately and in a matter of seconds they had Thorax surrounded, pointy spears directed at him. Even Cadance spread her wings, ready to fight, leaving her daughter in Sunburst’s nervous grasp.

Meanwhile, Twilight and Starlight looked ready to cast either defensive or offensive spells.

“I-I-I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to!“ Thorax apologized meekly. But of course, nopony listened during all the commotion.

“Spike! Get away from that thing!“ Shining Armor shouted.

“Wait, you don’t understand-“

Spike’s protests fell on deaf ears as Twilight enveloped him in her magic and pulled him to her side.

Next to him, Sunburst thought something out loud about disguising itself to get to Flurry Heart, while Shining tried to interrogate the cowering changeling.

“We have you outnumbered, so don’t even try to escape. Now tell me, how did you manage to slip past our security and how many more of you are out there?“

“I’m alone! A-And I don’t want to fight!“ Thorax barely managed to stutter.

Watery cyan eyes searched for Spike, silently begging for help.

It was at that moment Spike realized what the decision he had made earlier truly meant. And there was no going back on it now.

He ran forward, placing himself between the captain of the guard and the encircled changeling.

“Stop! Can’t you see you’re scaring him?“

“He’s scared? I think I almost fainted…“ Sunburst quietly commented somewhere in the background.

Spike paid him no mind. He only focused on Shining’s reaction.

„That’s exactly what it wants you to think.“

“No no, you don’t understand! He’s my friend!“

Another round of gasps echoed through the room.

“See, it has already brainwashed you!“ Shining only yelled in return.

His concern for Spike’s safety was clear, but so were his growing frustrations with him and the deep loathing towards Thorax.

“Spike, please. It’s going to be okay. Let us handle this.“ Twilight tried to reason with him.

This time she used no magic. But he could tell by how rigid her outstretched hoof was that she’d still teleport him out of here if necessary.

Spike felt guilty for what he had to do next, especially after knowing very well how desperate Twilight had been to get everypony to believe her about the “evil Cadance“ years ago. She’d been all alone in her efforts then, but now so was Spike.

“I’m only asking this once as your older brother: Get out of the way.“

The stallion fixed him with an intense glare. Spike mirrored him, before taking a deep breath,

turning around,

and spitting out green flames.

He made sure to hit each and every one of the guards on their helmet - high enough to both miss Thorax completely and only leaving the ponies stumbling back in confusion. 

“RUN!“ Was the only thing Spike could scream before Shining grabbed and pushed him to the side while using his magic to charge an attack.

For once, Thorax didn’t hesitate.

In a flash of light he turned himself into something small enough so that he was hard to catch. A buzzing noise soon faded out of the castle and the guards were left to aimlessly follow it.

An insect probably wasn’t the best choice for this climate but as long as Thorax escaped unharmed, Spike could breathe a little easier again.

It didn’t last long as Shining marched up to him and started yelling.

“WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!  Siding with the enemy? What’s gotten into you?!

“Maybe Spike’s been captured and replaced by a changeling?“ Sunburst piped up before immediately being shushed by Starlight. The mare still had her horn lit up for a spell of some kind.

Both were ignored by the arguing siblings.

“He’s not evil! All he wanted was to make friends and you attack him! He could have gotten hurt!“

“WE could have gotten hurt! Don’t you remember what happened the last time we saw changelings?“

Of course he did.

He had been much younger then, still not used to all the adventures he’d suddenly been dragged into alongside his sister. When Chrysalis had revealed herself, all he could do was stand there and watch.

He’d been too scared to move or even make a noise. While Twilight and her friends had been out there fighting, he’d hidden behind Cadance, lucky enough not to have been put into a cocoon like Princess Celestia.

Even the bride, glued to the spot with whatever that gooey substance was, had still looked fierce.

But exactly that had been the problem, hadn’t it? Unlike the others, he didn’t spring into action. He was only ever on the sidelines watching and playing moral support, because what else could he do?

It’s why he never got called a hero.

And now that he could be one, he’s being told he’s doing something wrong.

The one time someone truly needs him and he knows he can help, they tell him he shouldn’t.

As it turns out, a real hero doesn’t simply fight for what others think is good, but for what he knows deep down in his very soul is the right thing.

Even if it means he has to do it on his own.

“I don’t know how often I have to tell you this,“ Spike tried to keep his voice as calm as he could, “but Thorax is nothing like that. You would know that if you actually talked to him.“

“It’s been telling you lies then! And if the Crystal Empire ends up under attack because you chose to pity that creature-“

Shining fell silent when his wife laid one steady hoof on his shoulder.

“Dear, that’s enough“ Cadance told him gently but stern, and, internally fuming, he eventually listened.

The situation had been a lot for her as well.

If anything, Cadance should hate changelings the most. But she was the Princess of Love for a reason, and it seemed impossible for her to hold a grudge for as long as her husband apparently could.

Twilight was the next one to try and mediate between the two.

“Spike, it is very noble of you to stand up for a friend like that, and I know you just wanted to help, but we can’t be certain yet if that changeling really is as innocent as he claims to be. For all we know, he could have brainwashed you with his magic.“

Her concern was evident but Spike could tell she was still not getting it.

“You still don’t believe me, do you?“ He didn’t mean to show how hurt he truly was but his voice betrayed him.

Suddenly, the room that had been filled with so much noise just minutes ago, fell very quiet.

“Of course I believe you“ Twilight reassured him, “It’s just that…“

“You think I’m still just a dumb kid“ Spike finished for her.

“I never said-“

“The guards did the same thing earlier, don’t think I didn’t notice that! I know you’re just looking out for me - and I’m grateful for that! - but you have to understand, Thorax doesn’t have family or friends like you. He’s all by himself, so if I didn’t help him, no one would. F-For crying out loud, when I found him he was starving-!“

Spike choked on his last words. He didn’t even want to imagine what might have happened if he hadn’t met Thorax at all.

Another very worrisome thought raced through his mind at that: If love fed him, what would hatred do to him?

“Spike…“ He ignored Twilights attempt to comfort him.

“I have to find him“ he whispered to himself and ran off without another word.

Everypony else remained frozen in place. None of them knew what to say after all of that.

“Just so you know…“ Starlight eventually spoke into the silent room, „he wasn’t under any form of mind control.“

Everypony’s heads turned to look at the unicorn in confusion.

“I checked if there were any foreign spells cast on him while you were distracted by your arguing“ she elaborated. “Just figured you, uh, might want to know that.“

“That means he really was acting on what he felt in his heart was the right thing“ Cadance concluded. After a beat of silence, she looked out of the window and added: “Looks like the wind is picking up. I fear a storm might gather.“

Twilight and Shining looked at each other then, both their emotions now settled down.

“We should look for him. Make sure he doesn’t get caught in a snow storm out there.“

“Spike or the changeling?“ Twilight dared to ask.

Shining left without answering.

-

Spike found him in the same place they had met hours ago.

Thorax was lying all alone in the cold snow, covered head to hoof in holes, and for a moment the dragon feared he was already too late.

But at the call of his name, Thorax stirred and just barely lifted his head. He looked more sick than ever.

Spike was at his side right away, gently holding the changeling’s head and resting his own forehead against his.

Neither of them had to say anything as Thorax already fed on the love he was being given.

It didn’t hurt this time. Probably because Spike was practically giving out all his heart - a strong push instead of the pull from before.

The effect was more positive as well, reducing the amount of unsettling holes until they only reached just above the knees.

Spike leaned back after Thorax finally recovered but kept his claws cupped around the other’s cheeks.

He still couldn’t believe how anyone could be so cruel towards someone this kind.

If only he had known what such direct exposure to hatred would do to a changeling…

“I’m so sorry about all of that. I didn’t think they’d go so far.“

“It’s okay. I didn’t expect it to go well anyways. I’m just so glad to have you as my friend.“ The small but genuine smile Thorax gave him right then could have thawed all the ice in the mountains. Or maybe it was just Spike’s face that suddenly felt warm.

Their quiet moment together got interrupted by hoofsteps trudging through the snow. 

Thorax tensed up at the unexpected sound while Spike couldn’t decide whether he should stand up and get ready to fight or keep Thorax close to him.

He ended up with one claw clenched to a fist and the other pulling Thorax closer protectively, but relaxed slightly when instead of an armed guardspony he only saw Twilight.

“Thank Celestia, there you are…“ she breathed out in relief.

Her mane was disheveled and the scarf she was wearing looked like it was haphazardly thrown around her neck in a hurry.

She wasted no time in pulling Spike in for a hug and quickly checking if he was alright.

“Wh- What are you doing here?“ Spike asked, more hostile than he’d meant to.

“We’ve been looking everywhere for you two. The weather is getting worse and I don’t want you to get stuck out here during a snow storm.“

“Wait, both of us?“

Twilight nodded in that curt, polite and princess-ly manner she’d picked up over the years since she became an alicorn. Despite the seemingly detached formality, her eyes shone with an honest kindness.

“Well, I’m not leaving without Thorax“ Spike made clear as he freed himself from her embrace. “So I’m not going anywhere unless he’s allowed to come as well.“

Another nod.

“I understand. I also just wanted to say, I’m really sorry about before.“ She made sure to address both of them. “I didn’t even consider the possibility of a changeling being friendly. I was too caught up in the moment and didn’t listen to what you had to say.“

Twilight raised her hoof in an invitation then.

“So if you’ll allow me, could we start over?“

She looked directly at Thorax this time, a hopeful and almost sheepish expression on her face.

Thorax couldn’t quite believe what he heard. He quickly looked at Spike for confirmation before he got up and shook the alicorn’s hoof.

„I’m Thorax.“

„Twilight Sparkle. A pleasure to meet you.“

Thorax visibly relaxed at the quiet echo of emotions passing him by. Still hesitant, ever so slightly afraid, but also clearly willing to put any prejudices aside and get to know him if her actions were anything to go by.

Spike noticed the more confident posture his friend had; head held higher and ears perked up. It made him feel at ease, as well, knowing that he’d at least managed to change one pony’s mind about Thorax.

The feeling didn’t last long, however, as Twilight spoke again: “I’ll let Shining know I found you, so he can stop the search.“

She lit up er horn and let the magic wander to its tip. It formed a small magenta light orb, then floated away through the cave’s entrance.

Spike had never seen her cast that particular spell before but he didn’t like what it implied.

“You’re not gonna lead him here and let him capture Thorax, are you?“ The changeling in question let out a small scared noise at that.

“Of course not“ Twilight was quick to calm him. “But he was worried about you, Spike. And it’s still him you have to convince about Thorax.“

“You should just go without me then.“ Thorax suggested all of a sudden, much to Spike’s surprise.

“What? You can’t stay out here in the cold all by yourself!“

“I’ve managed a few nights before. Besides, you’ve already done so much for me. I don’t want to cause you any more problems with your family.“

“First of all, none of that was your fault! And secondly, when I said I was going to help you, I meant it. That includes getting you out of this freezing cold.“ Spike paused briefly as he considered the probability of actually finding a better shelter in case things didn’t work out with the Crystal Empire, and looked to his sister for aid. “Right, Twilight?“

“I’ll… see what I can do about that“ she chuckled.

She didn’t have that much political influence, at least not in this kingdom, but she figured trying was the least she could do. She owed it to them.

The wind howled outside as the three of them stood there inside the cave, waiting for the inevitable confrontation they still had to face.

The darkness creeping in made everything look a little eerie. Yet, when Spike shuddered, it wasn’t out of fear.

After everything that had happened, he completely forgot why dragons lived far in the south again. He was rudely reminded when the frost started to bite at the tip of his claws.

Twilight only wordlessly took off her scarf and wrapped it around him when she noticed.

The peaceful atmosphere changed when a new voice resounded through the stone walls.

“Twilight? Spike? Are you in there?“

Thorax immediately ducked his head when he recognized the stallion making his way towards them. Spike was shielding his friend from the new threat in a matter of seconds. 

Despite his strong built, Shining Armor wouldn’t even have looked that menacing. Like Twilight’s, his mane was ruffled from the weather outside; Snowflakes were stuck to the blue strands and slowly melting.

He really didn’t seem all that intimidating until he laid eyes on Thorax, and the changeling felt like he was staring right at his soul and judging him with his piercing eyes.

Further back, more hoofsteps followed. Thorax let out an involuntary whimper at the memory of all the guards that had cornered him.

The captain, standing tall in front of the unlikely friends, turned around to give new orders. Spike listened with bated breath as the other stallions were told to fall back and return to the palace.

When Shining faced them again, he addressed his little brother first.

“Could you move out of the way?“

“What are you going to do?“

Spike stood his ground while Twilight kept her distance. Shining did search for her gaze briefly but she only gave him a knowing look, silently telling him she’d done her part to make things right. Now it was his turn.

“I just want to talk.“

Spike frowned at him and wavered slightly. He really wanted to believe he got through to Shining after all, but the prior events still made him worry for Thorax.

“Are you going to tell me I’m wrong again? That I don’t know what I’m doing? That I should stay away from my friend?“ He was still bitter about their argument and didn’t hide it. He’d felt so betrayed when his own family, the very ponies that had taken him in when he was a baby, were acting so hostile.

He’d always thought ponies could be easily swayed with something as sappy as a song, but today proved it was nowhere near as simple.

“Actually, I’m the one who was wrong. And I want to apologize. To both of you.“

The two were baffled at that. Whatever nasty remarks Spike had planned to say remained unspoken as he let Shining continue.

“I did what I thought was right in order to protect my kingdom, but I didn’t realize I would hurt my family in the process. Spike, I want you to know that I don’t ever want to keep you from making your own choices. You clearly see something in this changeling that I don’t. And while I still don’t fully trust him, I do trust you. So if you say he’s your friend, I will treat him as such.“

Somehow, Shining Armor, captain of the guard and co-ruler of the Crystal Empire, had never looked so small. Maybe it was because he truly felt guilty for his actions. Or maybe because he only allowed himself to show weakness in private conversations like this one.

Either way, Thorax could sense the stallion’s faint emotions. All the burning wrath from before had long simmered down and instead all he found was unconditional love and care for his family. (He wished, someday, someone would direct these emotions at him.)

“So you’ll give him a chance?“ Spike asked, almost afraid to be hopeful, but also finally lowering his guard.

Shining nodded firmly, then looked at the changeling cautiously stepping out of his hiding spot behind Spike.

“So, you’re Thorax, right?“

His eyes widened just a little before he gave an awkward reply. 

“Yes. I, uh… come in peace?“

Shining almost laughed at that. Almost. But it was enough to ease his stress and make his lips form a tiny smile for the first time that day.

-

Thorax ended up staying in the palace with permission (and for the first few weeks under supervision) from the royals themselves.

Spike had wanted him to come with them to Ponyville at first, but then he remembered how prone the locals were to herd panic.

At least in the Crystal Empire news about a changeling wouldn’t spread so fast to other places.

Besides, Thorax himself had insisted on staying as far away from his former home as possible, still unsure and a little scared if Chrysalis would send someone after him for treason.

At least among the friendly faces of the crystal ponies he felt more like he belonged than anywhere else before.

That feeling wasn’t mutual at first, but eventually the royals as well as the rest of the empire warmed up to their new resident.

Even Sunburst, despite his previous fears, was surprisingly the most interested in learning about Thorax. Twilight and him occasionally exchanged notes on the positive effect sharing love had on their changeling friend compared to the rest of his kind after Spike had mentioned his own observations.

As for the friends themselves, they kept in touch by frequently writing letters to each other. (Twilight was absolutely thrilled to let Spike borrow her special “Pen Pal Quill Set“ to do so.)

It took a while to get to where they were now. It certainly wasn’t easy, either.

But it gave Spike hope that maybe one day Thorax could come visit him in Ponyville. And this time when he introduced him, his friend would receive nothing but love.

——

MLP:FiM and its characters belong to Hasbo

I only own the artwork and (I still can’t believe I’m saying this) the story

#mlp fim #story + art #fanfiction #right after i told myself i'd never write any xD #tw: mentions of starvation #changelings are starved love bugs headcanon #implied queerplatonic(?) Spike and Thorax #no seriously there is something implied here but i don't know what it is myself #this is why i'm an artist not an author #no beta because i'm too shy to ask anyone

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It is currently 4am in the morning, I can't sleep, so let's do this now. (Pretty sure I've done it before but this is simply going be the updated version🤪)

15 questions + 15 friends; I was tagged by @spezialgelagerte-rokokokokotte thanking youuu <3

It got quite long, so I'll put a cut here😅

1. Are you named after anyone?

No😊 (and I say this confidently because I named myself)

2. When was the last time you cried?

Two days ago, on my birthday (I was just a little emotional), but @maxwellshimbo was there to comfort me💚

3. Do you have kids?

Not of my own, no. And it's unlikely that is ever going to happen.

4. What sports do you play/have you played?

I did ballet as a kid but quickly got tired of it and started playing football, which I technically STILL play (it's been 84 14 years💀) but I am falling out of love with it. I used to do archery for like a year which I absolutely loved and hope to do again sometime! I'm in a club for lifeguarding (German peeps will probably have heard of DLRG👀) so I spent quite some time at the swimming pool as well. Though I am not as active in actual training anymore. And I did ballroom dancing for a while. Like standard and latin dances. My favourite was probably Cha Cha Cha and my least favourite was definitely Quickstep😵‍💫 it was fun tho! I danced with one of my best friends and I did the leading parts which made me feel kind of gender euphoric. I also like to go for a run every now and then but overall I'd consider myself a not so sporty person. I like to relax a lot🥴

5. Do you use sarcasm?

I cannot live without. It just comes naturally.

6. What is the first thing you notice about people?

Just the overall vibe I guess. And whether I like them or not.

7. What is your eye colour?

It says blue-grey on my ID but I've been told they're actually more green-ish and I kind of agree.

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings. I don't like scary movies, I think they're ridiculous.

9. Any talents?

Hm. Well...my dad jokes are pretty good🤪 but apart from that...I guess I'm quite creative?🤷🏻 I speak 3 languages fluently? I can touch my tongue to my nose? Idk xD

10. Where were you born?

In some small town in northern Germany. Fellow Germans will probably know it for one (1) big tourist attraction but I'm not going to specify it here.

11. What are your hobbies?

I play theater. I play several musical instruments (bass, flute, ukulele, kalimba and some more but I'm not as good). I like taking pictures and editing them. Sometimes I write fanfic and/or poetry. And I like to relax in my bean bag🥴

12. Do you have any pets?

I have a cat but I haven't lived with her in 3 years. (Due to an allergy🤧 and me moving out of my parents' house.) I visit her from time to time tho!

13. How tall are you?

It used to be 1,68m on my ID but I recently had to renew it and now it says I'm 1,71m...I think I might actually be smaller than that though🥴

14. Favourite subject in school?

Always all the languages. Never any of the sciences. I loved music class as well. And all the school bands I played in. I miss that.

15. Dream job?

Please, that is the WORST question you could ask me right now😩 I feel a little lost. I'm currently studying to be a translator but is it what I really want? I don't know ;-; I miss working at the kindergarten lately. But I don't know if I'd wanna do that full time either. I'm so insecure and I hope I'll figure it out soon.

Phew. This took me almost an hour. Well. Let's see if I can fall asleep now. 1½ hours left until my alarm goes off. Good night😴

No pressure tags: @daughterofhecata @miaisreadytorun @bistdueinbaum

#alin answers tag games

[justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms]

Hii!! I saw your requests and was hoping to jump on the train:>

Could i get matchups for sk8 the infinity and/or genshin impact? (I'd love to see both, but please know just one is okay!! I'm grateful for any work you're willing to put in)

My pronouns are she/her & I'm pansexual!! If it helps any i do tend to prefer more dominant/intimidating types

My zodiac is Capricorn & my MBTI is INFP:> (a goofy mix, right? Hehe, it often throws off a lot of people, saying i don't seem like your stereotypical capricorn.)

For my appearance, I'm 18 so pretty young XD

My hair is long and a light dirty blonde, reaching down to my lower back, I prefer to keep it down. I'm white, and my eyes are hazel (green and brown mix, since I know theres a few options there).

I'm pretty tall! I'm 5'8, and I'm also really slim! I can't help it, my metabolism is very high and i also dance a lot. I have a lot of piercings too! For facial piercings, i have snakebites & my left eyebrow pierced, all with small silver jewelry (if your curious to my jewelry, my lip has small silver horseshoes, and i have a small silver barbell in my eyebrow.)

My ears are, of course, pierced too. On the left side i have two piercings in my earlobe and on my right side i have two ear lobe piercings and a cartilage piercing near the top. (Fun fact! I had an industrial bar on the left, but after it came out one time i never put it back in. The reason being a keloid scar i have there.)

If you'd also wish to know my typical daily wear, i usually wear leggings and a comfy tee. I usually only have my facial piercings & cartilage piercing in lately because I don't have any discreet jewelry for my ears:> no makeup here!

Personality is pretty cheery, as you could probably guess lol. I actually have really bad social anxiety though! Luckily, with my new meds & years of therapy, I'm starting to be a little better. Unfortunately, I'm still essentially agoraphobic.

Once i get to know someone though I'm super happy to chat! Whether that be me rambling to fill the silence (i do this a lot, i can enjoy a comfortable silence but i often find myself sharing small, insightful stories.) I get pretty silly once we're close, too. Although, only within the other persons comforts (eg. I might play fight more with someone who isn't sensitive to touch than someone who is, although i don't actually play fight much lol just needed an example.)

I'm stubborn too! My thoughts are my own and i will not allow someone to force their opinions on me (yes, i will still take advice and criticism, just not a senseless "the way I feel is the only right choice.")

Another note is that I'm often told I'm very kind! I care deeply for those around me, and if i think it's warranted I'll easily lend my help, even to a complete stranger. I also often choke down my anxiety/panic to compliment people when I'm out, just to brighten their day a little

On mental illnesses that may provide you insight on my personality: i also have ADHD! i forget stuff a lot, and i get distracted easily when something catches my eye

For likes/dislikes, I've been doing ballet since i was 2! Now, I'm also doing so many other styles, including lyrical, jazz, hiphop & tap! I'm also teaching acro to young children:)

I write as a hobby, and i enjoy drawing/art!

For dislikes, I'm super sensitive to others emotions, an empath. Large crowds are easily overwhelming, and i can become overwhelmed if too much is happening at once too

My hobbies also include reading! And playing the flute, i think I went to about pre- professional level classes. Now, i play in my free time for fun

Sorry if this is really long!! And tysm if you get to this🙏

Have a good day/night!! Be sure to rest lots and eat well<33

Hi Ilayda! Thank you for your request! Sorry it took so long. I hope you like your matchups!

In Sk8 the Infinity, I match you with...

Joe likes that you’re talkative and cheery. He deals with Cherry’s stoic attitude so much, you’re a nice change of pace.

Also likes play fighting with you. He banters with you the same way he does Cherry and doesn’t mind gently roughhousing on occasion. He won’t go much further than hair ruffling though. The last thing he wants to do is actually hurt you.

Since you’re good with kids, please help him out with Reki, Langa, and Miya. Sure, they might be a bit older than the kids you’re used to dealing with but they like you and Joe isn’t going to say no to having a bit less on his hands.

Please play the flute for him sometimes. He would love it if you provide the musical ambiance for his restaurant but won’t pressure you if you feel too shy to. He’s more than happy to have you play just for him as well.

Joe will help you avoid large crowds. If you want to watch him at S, he’ll find a nice quiet spot for you where you can watch the race.

In Genshin Impact, I match you with...

Social anxiety? Itto’s never heard of it. Please explain to him what makes you anxious and how you feel so he can better understand how to help you avoid those situations.

He certainly understands what it’s like to be easily distracted. But you have different things that distract you so most of the time, if one of you gets distracted, the other will be able to pull them back on the right track.

Please teach him how to dance. Itto has shocking rhythm and he’ll never be great at dancing but he wants to dance with you so teaching him the basics will help with that.

Dancing with Itto would be a wild time. WHat he lacks in rhythm and coordination, he more than makes up for in enthusiasm.

Loves that you like helping others. He’s got a tough exterior but in his heart he’s a sweet boy and he’s so glad you’re the same.

#writing #fanfic #matchup #matchup request #sk8 the infinity #joe #kojiro nanjo #genshin impact #arataki itto

[sendryl]

For the fic writer meme 9 and 10!

9. The hardest fic to write overall and right now is There's Never Been a Moment You've Been Forgotten. I love this fic, I have it outlined and I have plenty of future scenes written, but! People keep asking me to update. And that stabs right into the part of my brain that is adhd (hates doing assigned tasks) and is also defiant af (hates doing literally anything it is told to do). So like. Yeah that one is so difficult to write right now because my motivation is shot to pieces. Which sucks, because I'd really like to update it too! But it's not healthy for me to write it atm because my brain starts spiraling like crazy and then the Bad Thoughts come. :/

Lol sorry Malakia! None of this ire is aimed at you, friend. You were probably not exactly asking in order to invite therapy hour... Whoops. XD Yeah, I just got a message like a day ago, from a reader, asking me to please either update or tell people the fic is abandoned so I'm uh. A little salty about it rn. XD They weren't awful about it or anything, but yeah. My defiant brain is kinda frothing at the mouth angry rn.

ANYWAY MOVING ON!

An Undertale (my current fandom of choice) difficult fic to write is probably Puzzle Runner. I'm honestly really worried I won't be able to write Papyrus well enough as a romantic lead! Like, he's so enthusiastic and charming and such a breath of fresh air, and that's not what my soul is like at all?? So I'm worried I'll portray him wrong and then be disappointed in myself.

Oh man. I should not answer these at 4 am, all of this is becoming Therapy Hour. Ahhh whoops??? 😅😅😅

10. The easiest fic to write is probably any of my soulmate fics? I just. There's something about that trope that is so comforting and freeing for me. Oooh or any song fics. I love music, so including music in the fic or basing the fic on the story and flow of a song is so fun to do! I just gotta remember that I'm writing the fic for me and not for the people who hate song fics. XD

A specific Naruto fic would be Sex and Coffee, which is not a soulmate fic but is the fic that fills me with the most pride. I woke up at 2 am, rolled over and wrote it on my phone in one continuous stream over the course of two hours. I read back over it to edit for maybe ten minutes and then posted it immediately and went back to sleep right after. Seriously, if I didn't know better I'd think I'd gotten possessed. Easiest fic I've ever written, hands down. XD I love that fic to pieces. So I guess this one is the real answer. But I'm not gonna edit the earlier bit, lol.

A specific Undertale fic would actually be Neighborhood Blues. I also wrote that first chapter in a bit of a blur. XD I guess the easiest fics to write are the ones that spring fully-formed from my mind like Pegasus from Medusa.

Anyway, I just had a thought about Neighborhood Blues XD XD XD XD XD

Gotta go write it down before it escapes.

#naruto #undertale #writing #Malakia #Tnbamywf #There's never been a moment you were forgotten #The irony of that title never fails to spitefully amuse me #Neighborhood Blues #Puzzle Runner #Sex and Coffee #My writing #My fics #sen writes

[ailec-12]

For the "Fanfic Ask Game" and because you deserve a mini break! Only positive questions: 💖 📥 🏅🌈 (for HP) ✨ 🍰 and also you're the best, good luck with all the Sunday work <3

Awww, thanks! You're making me blush. x3

💖 What do you like most about your own writing?

They way it makes me feel anchored and free at the same time and the way it can touch people's hearts.

📥 What is your fave fic to receive comments/messages on?

All of them! For real, it doesn't matter whether the fic has 2 or 200 comments, the moment I get the email notification I'm already smiling.

🏅 What is something you recently felt proud of in regard to your writing (finished a fic, actually planned for once, etc).

Updated my WIP!

🌈 What inspired you to write House Potter?

It was a lot of things coming together, I think. I started writing it in December 2019. Just a few months before, during summer, @hklnvgl had told me about this massive Severitus fic she'd been reading. I remember thinking what a fucking weird trope. xD Before that, I'd never read HP fic except for a Snarry deaging some years ago. Anyway, I got sucked into the Severitus fandom that very night and for some months to come.

And I love deaging stories, so of course I ended up reading de-aged Snape being taken care of by Harry and, somehow, I also found TASB. TASB was all I'd never thought I needed, tbh. And I couldn't find more quite like it.

So, fast forward to December. I'm once again with Dory, we've watched the Downton Abbey film, but I end up talking about this reverse Severitus trope and how I'd like to write a Severitus myself. I also remember saying I'd only got feelings but no plot. One of us —for the life of me can't remember who— suggested what if Snape got de-aged and was taken care of by someone other than Harry. Jily was a win-win right away because it meant Harry wouldn't become an orphan.

✨ Choose three adjectives to compliment your own writing.

Ah, shit, this is so hard. xD

Heartfelt, detailed, passionate.

🍰 Name one of your fave comfort fics (doesn’t have to be your all time fave).

A fic I don't think I've recced before:

A Place for Harry, by MagnificentAndStrange (Severitus, 12k, complete)

Summary: Christmas is supposed to be a time of giving and caring, but nine-year-old Harry Potter knows the Dursleys will do whatever they can to make him miserable. After a terrible day at primary school, he doesn’t expect the evening at Number Four, Privet Drive to be any better, but perhaps it’s not too late for something good to happen.

Another fanfic ask game =P

#Ask meme #Fic writing #House Potter for Children in Need #Comments #evilbeanghost #Ask Ail #* #Fic rec #HP #Severitus

[yuvon-writes-letters]

Okay, who am I going to answer first...

Dear Jessy, as well as Yuvon I am dearly sorry for your loss. My relation to Matt goes the same way as with Yuvon and she already explained, so I will not repeat this story. I don't think you'd want that now.

I too, agree with everything Yuvon told you about him. Of course we can never be 100% sure about 'your' Jake. As with Yuvon, if you just want to close this, please stop reading now.

I know four Jakes now. Mine, a Jake we call TSB, Yuvons Jake and Jake of a person we call Rai.

None of those Jakes is to any extent a murderer and even less the MWAF.

You could call me Matts counterpart in this world, even though I am as well as Yuvon a girl. Your counterpart and myself aren't in a romantic relationship either. I wish [this word is completely blacked out] and I were

Two of the Jakes I talked about had personal contact with me, more than just letters. And you could say they safed my life. Or at least do everything they can.

Again, we cannot be 100% sure that the Jake of your universe didn't do it, but even though there seemingly is evidence against him, it just doesn't make any sense, right?

What would you do if an innocent person was caught now? And even more Jake, who probably gets even more problems now. [The words could be readable if you hold it in light. But probably even more if you have a bit experience with reading crossed out words] After he trusted all of you. I cannot imagine what I'd do if the same thing

It's for me the same as Yuvon, once more. Please don't ask me any questions after when you and Thomas were in Michael Hansons house.

I..I think I don't have to say more to you in the moment. Sorry if I sounded a bit rude.

You may skip this part, if you even read till here, Jessy :)

Have I been rude in my part to Jessy? I didn't intend to...Reading her letter just was like a real punch in the gut. [The writing becomes a bit shaky and the word 'imagining' is a bit smudged, as if it got wet] The thought of what might happens there right now makes me feel sick. And imagining that the same thing could happen to TSB because of me now...

But back to business. I need that now.

I already have a place chosen and Jake was so friendly to get Max and myself tickets and a place under a wrong name. I still payed though, I would feel bad if not.

It's evening now and the call happened. Same as last time, with the difference that some kind of anxiety kicked in. But luckily Jake texted me immediately afterwards :) So it wasn't too bad.

Yeah, it seems the Duskwood Detective Inc. is a real tragedy-magnet...

I feel so sorry for Matt, I mean, he's kind of our counterpart, right? Like the Jakes are counterparts.

You're right about Max, I'll do that. That sounds good. And in the end, the MWAF is a real danger, stalker, whatever. At least not friendly.

I mean, it seems that the Crow-Crew not trusting Jake is in many universes...BUT did you realise something in Jessys letter? It seems Lilly and Dan believed Jake to be innocent. Dan. Which is kinda cool and refreshing.

I also definitely wait for them to contact me!

And yeah, I packed a whole pencil case. And I'll probably steal my favourite pen from work. Just because.

Btw, Jake, I don't know what you and Jake talked about, but he seemed very excited after I sent him your answer. Thanks for that I guess? And he lets me tell you that this helped him enormly. He'll 'text' you again when he has more results about whatever it seems.

Oh, and about..what seemed to be your last question? I don't know.

So, Jake said that he wanted me to tell you no, he never had this experience. He couldn't. He has an idea what you're talking about but that doesn't fit to him. Another thing, though. But he doesn't want me to know. He'll tell you when he writes a message just for you again.

Damn, you make me curious..But I won't read what I am not supposed to. Those are Jake things.

Now I hope I didn't forget anything, if so just remind me. I'll answer that next time :)

Lis, and in some way, Jake🐾🔥

Lis,

I don't think there's exactly a way to avoid being rude in a situation like this. Walking over eggshells is irritating. Being straightforward is rude. All the middle paths are irritating AND rude. I did the best I could in my letter to Jessy, but I'm pretty sure I failed miserably.

I feel really bad for basically Jessy's entire timeline. Jessy lost Matt. Matt was killed. Jake was captured. Hannah seems to still be missing, from what I can tell. Thomas lost Hannah. Cleo lost Hannah. Lilly lost Hannah AND Jake. Dan has to watch the bad end unfold and watch his friends spiral into depression. It’s basically one of the worst endings I can think of to all this.

I’m sure that TSB isn’t going through the same things now. Goldie probably gave things a nudge in the right direction in that timeline so you wouldn’t be too torn up about it.

Alright, at least things still are going chronologically. And it’s good Jake helped you get your destination all set up, and that he texted you after the call :)

Yeah, you, me, Rai, and Matt all seem to be counterparts of a sort. Not quite as closely as the Jakes are, but still.

You’re right! I missed that. Maybe Dan and Jake managed to get over their animosity in that year? Or maybe Dan saw the same weirdnesses with the crime as I did. But Dan sort of leaps to conclusions a lot, so probably not the second one.

Looks like the Jakes want to talk behind our backs XD   I’ll hand this over now.

—Yu

(The handwriting changes to Jake’s.) Hello, Lis.

I am somewhat confused. If I am understanding this correctly, an alternate version of Jessica who dated an alternate Detective named Matt contacted Yuvon after Matt’s death, somehow. I believed that only entities and detectives could write letters to Yuvon in here: is that not so? If the restriction does not exist, that opens up quite a few possibilities I have never considered before.

Additionally, Matt’s version of myself was framed for his murder, if I am understanding correctly. I cannot comprehend a version of myself that would have been the kidnapper. And both Lilly and Dan both believed my counterpart to be innocent? Odd, given his recent behavior towards myself.

In any case. At least the timeline seems to be moving predictably as of yet, and your bolthole is secured.

Tragedy does seem to stalk the footsteps of you and your counterparts. It could be chance, mixed with the risk factor of being in your position, but I am becoming more and more inclined to say that even those of us who have not encountered entities are their playthings. Do you concur?

I am glad I was able to help your Jake. I am not sure what to feel about my theory being confirmed, however. On the one hand, confirmation is a comfort: I am not overly fond of the unknown. On the other, that makes me very markedly different from at least your Jake, in a way I would not usually assume would vary across universes. I wonder if there are any other Jakes like myself.

No matter. I will speak with Yuvon as you previously suggested shortly. It will likely be a long conversation, so please do not expect letters for a while.

Sincerely,

Jake

(The letter tucks itself into the paper clip with the others.)

#duskwood letter game #yuvon writes letters #duskwood #duskwood game #duskwood everbyte #duskwood ep8 spoilers #duskwood jake #duskwood jessy #lis

[crystu-cii]

OF COURSE!!!! I'd say you're hella close to it!!! Definitely closer than I am XDD 💖💞💝💕💝❤️💕💕❤️ A G R EED /hj XDD

Yeah ;w; oohh that sounds super interesting!! I can understand not pursuing a story tho, stories are d i f f icult-- XD fun, but difficult, and you need an attention span for them! (Why do you think I only write one page stories??)

OMS yessss that's so accurate tho-- like I haven't changed much if I'm being honest (I spend a LOT of time inside.. XD) awww-- I can understand that- in japan we didn't have a backyard, so I stopped going outside much at all-- occasionally I biked to convenience stores or walked to vending machines, that was cool, but no backyard :/ having no backyard sUCks, like where am I supposed to scream into the void?? INSIDE?? /j

OMS-- CRYS XDD what a Mood™ tho- "oh I'm gonna continue this thing!!" *does something else entirely*

XDD It was done Against My Will™ (get Against My Will on the album I Haven't Awoken Well Rested Since I Was A Child by the band The Bags Under My Eyes Aren't Makeup! XD) MOOD-- I spent the quarantine summer doing nothing but staying up until the sun rose and sleeping until it was at its peak- where did the time goooo

I AGREE HOW DARE HE- LIKE EXCUSE?? YOU TINY HEATHEN??? anyways now I'm trying to go back to squirting him with a squirt bottle to startle him(even tho he's a fan of water, the harsh spray startles him) but anyways thank you crysss I'm never getting a cat in my life now bc of this rude child (dogs are superior anyways /hj)

(and now time to reply to the OTHER ask cause I'm efficient and not going to send two separate asks to respond to things that can be responded to at the same time.. ....why did I even ramble about that wtf henry(huh I never refer to myself by name that felt weird))

Okay!! No worries dude, you can always take your time with replies, I just don't trust tumblr XD 💞❤️💕💝💝💖💕❤️💖 of course!!! Thank you!!! 💖💕💕💖💞💕

Oooh!!! That sounds super fun!!! Man I miss hanging out with my friends-- but my closest friend(lives in my neighborhood) has a parent who works in other people's houses, so high risk, and the rest live several hours away :)) but anyways yeah that sounds hella!!!! I love that y'all were just like "okay well. we're gonna hang out anyways." XDD

Aww-- I'm glad you are!! My brother and his bf were supposed to come but I think we have to postpone that cause someone in his workplace tested positive for covid :( YESS FOODDDD-- oooh cheesecake?? I've never heard of having it on Thanksgiving!! Usually we have pumpkin, cherry, apple, and pecan pies!! (We're having pumpkin and cherry ones this yeah!! Two pumpkin pies, a cherry pie, and a cherry cobbler--) I... Have never heard of pineapple pie in my life! Sounds like it would make pineapple-on-pizza haters burst into tears tho--

YOURE WHAT-- CRYS YOU HEATHEN IT IS NOVEMBER!!!!! /j I can't stand Christmas music, being a choir student made me not be a huge fan of it-- too much Christmas music.. ugh. (Straight no chaser is tolerable at least. And Pentatonix. And covers by artists I like. But if I have to hear Jingle Bells ONE MORE TIME--) YESSS BESTOW UPON ME THOU'S PRESENCE AND PRESENTS... Ooh nice!! Pfft XDD Yess- I have multiple on my wishlist-- mostly for the switch-- OMS I CAN'T BELIEVE I DIDN'T ASK FOR THSC-- MAYBE IM THE HEATHEN--

Okay, it's January 5th! Literally not even two weeks after Christmas-- Feel free to scream happy birthday at me :3 XDD now I'm curious, what's yours?

awhhh thank you ;w;; 💕💞💕💞💞💕💞

and legiT- and omg- also what i do a lot is thinking i have a story all in control but then i realise that i only focused on the main parts and nOT the transitions and all that shit and then i end up last minute thinking them- XDD and ngl one page stories sound SOO much better- imo- not just for writing- but for reading as well- whenever i go to see a fanfic I always read the ones that has one chapter- dunno how to fully explain it- possibly cause its satisfying to see a story actually have its end other than a long lasting series that will never end- XDD oneshots are my FUEL

buT WoW omg this topic has now made me realise how i barely go outside- XDD i wish there would be other thingd around my neighborhood other than a "park" that has DEAD GRASS and the sprinklers go off like every hour for some reason- duNNo what the builders were thinking but i guess i dont mind- i stay in my house a whOLELE lot xD

and YESS IT GETS ME EVERYTIME- "hey lets draw-" *-WRITES-* XDD AND ABHAHAHAHA (NOW ON YOUR LOCAL MUSIC STORES- XDDDD) and omG MEEE- the times i would usually sleep would be around 3 am to 6 am- ironically my mom has a more screwed up schedule than i do- and SHE STILL HAS- last night she told me that she hasnt slept in 48 HOURSSS- MaMAAA PLEASE SLEEP

GO AWAY CAT HEATHEN- XD and omG a squirt bottle of water yes XDD and awh i definitely understand now how youll not get a cat- sounds like a hecka pain ;0;; i never even had a pet before (or not that i would recall- oh wait i think i had fish but i have an embarrassing story that made my mom ban fish from the household- OH MAN the shame)

and yeahh oh man- i hope you are okay with all these topics XDD and thank you!! 💕💞💕💞💕💞💕💞

awwhh i see- i wish you can hang out with your friends without it being too risky! that reminds me of that one time where my friend said "hey so uh you guys can hang out at my house since at my parent's workplace someone was positive for covid" and then immeadiately after they were like "SO WE NEED TO GO TO ONE OF YOUR GUYS' HOUSE" and Im LIKE- UH- NOO??? nOt AfTEr you just say THAT- nuh uh- thankfully we didnt hang out that day- better safe than sorry xD

and omggg those pies sound AWWESOMEEEE- i always wanted to try pumpkin pie before but when i asked my mom that she was like "nO iTS diSGusTing" and im like "*visible confusion*" and lOwKEY SAME- pineapple pie just sounds a bit off but my mom was really hyped to make it xD i'd actually say its not that bad! but im still not a fan of pineapple so uhhh xD (aNd YEAH IT DOES feel like it would make those haters cry-- XDD)

and PFHAOHFA IM A LIVING HEATHEN- XDD omg at this time of year- it gets CRAZYY for me- first off- Tree is a true filipino- right when it was the first day october- youd hear them say "FUCK HALLOWEEN"(and id just whine to them like "BUT HALLOWENENENEN") and then their family set up a whole christmas tree and over-the-top decorations- and omg- if you hate christmas music- you would despise the philippines sO MUCH- when the FIRST day of SEPTEMBER hits- CHRISTMAS MUSIC ON ALLLLL THE STORES- it will drive you WILDDD ( yeah its actually a normal filipino thing- not that i ever went to the philippines myself at tHAT time of year- but my friends and family tell me all about it- filipinos are the true christmas maniacs XDDD)

and awhhh choir must be a pain ;0;;; that would remind me how on one concert- the beginners class of choir screamed on purpose even though they werent supposed to- the teacher got so pissed XDDD and YESSS PRESENTSSSS- and awh man- i actually dont own ANY consoles at all- so the only things i can ask for is steam games- last year for christmas i got just shapes and beats- which was WORTHHH

and oo YAY- now i shall mark that on my calander- XD and mine is february 7!

#the rambles of crystu

[whats-the-story-tc]

18th-22nd of May

"The One with Attack and Defense"

Remember this post of mine? Yeah. Nice start to the week. I shit you not, when I saw those sentences, all of them about love, dating and heartbreak, all of them with her name, that name I find myself saying time and again, I freaked out. I didn't know how to react. The wounds were still healing from the last time she'd unintentionally hurt me, and I knew we were going to check this homework in online class the next day. But how was I going to utter her name with a straight face?

Straight face was not something that I could use to describe that week's English class. Soon as V turned up, Cynical Twat started playing music, and she waited patiently until she couldn't anymore. Even then, her voice was smiling when she said "[Cynical Twat], you know I can mute you, right?" Music over. V complains about being tired. Class starts.

As we all know here at @/whats-the-story-tc, V isn't afraid to speak about... saucy themes in poetry. Well, that Tuesday she was particularly brave and I was losing my mind over it. Our different energies that day only clashed once, in connection to a poem written on Mr. Poetry Man's honeymoon, where he's already burying himself and discussing his wife's future remarriage. "Interesting timing," I said, "what with it being his honeymoon." It was a short-lived analytical discussion, mostly things that were super evident anyway but we still felt the need to say them. "Nice of him." "...odd." We said at the same time. You can probably guess which one of us was the more outspoken.

Little did I know this would be the last time we speak voice-to-voice.

Two hours later, I had my online German class. Luckily, the teacher didn't have me read any of the sentences with V's name — half of them we didn't even check. Still, it was the hardest role I've ever had to perform as an actress: the role of someone, who that name means nothing to. I checked myself on the camera constantly, glared at myself to keep a straight face so I don't react. And let me tell you, when the sentence "I am in love with [her name]." was said out loud, first in German, then in my native tongue... I managed to control my face so I didn't burst into a smile, but inside, I astral projected to an entirely different plane of existence.

Come Wednesday. Nothing much. Even more [Her name]-Sätze in my German homework, and V being rather very bold. She had us find poems about family, and when she pointed out the easy ones everyone would write off the top of their heads, which we couldn't list this time, she just wrote a ;) after her sentence. Hah. Someone's feeling rather very cocky, isn't she?

Blood froze in my veins on Thursday when I saw I had a private message via Google Classroom waiting from her. Then I got a smaller whiplash when I read it.

She corrected the tests mentioned here. And she knew. She found out we were cheating. All 28 of us received the same, scolding message privately, word-to-word. The only funny thing about the whole thing is that she pointed out how most people wrote something else and completely missed the topic of the essay — the essay I didn't show them how to do.

I knew she knew. V is a smart woman, she had to know I was the culprit behind the answers being spread. I was scared she'd think less of me, though somewhere within, I knew she isn't the kind of person who would. But all my fear turned into anger when I saw these in our group chat for answers, sent by our lovely Blond Boy in the Back, whom I'm sure the regulars have missed:

BBitB: Lazy whore

BBitB: She copies the same thing

I lost my mind. I couldn't very well snap at him without being suspicious, but I knew I had to answer that. Because nobody talks about her like that in my presence.

S: Or maybe it just applies to everyone.

BBitB: Why couldn't we write the same thing then xd

S: Those two things aren't exactly the same.

Allow me to translate you a quote from the best book I've ever read, because I feel like it applies perfectly here:

"but [she] loves [him], that impossible [man] (...), and what she could never be capable of doing for the sake of her own hurt dignity, she did in [his] defense."

(names censored, so my countrymen on here don't recognise it easily)

The above words are the best ones I could use to describe what I did next, something I never thought I'd have the courage or confidence to do. I stood up to my classmates. I didn't mention V much, even though it was because of her, I generalised, and demanded that they be original for the sake of their own futures. I could no longer ask nicely.

That night, and the next day was incredibly melancholy. I was preparing, planning, writing a speech in my head. I felt like V wasn't going to forget this just like that, that she was going to speak about this next Tuesday. And because I feel responsible for my class, at least partly, I felt like I had to talk to V about this privately. That I had to tell her everything that happened. For a brief while, I even thought about taking the blame, but she wouldn't believe that.

We created a new chat, with only half the class, the trustworthy ones, who don't just expect answers but return the favour. When someone asked who else we should add, Comparison Boy, staying on brand, just wrote:

CB: I'm looking at the group chat, don't think we left anyone out, this [V's full name] looks trustwor.... oh wait, sorry, she's already here.

S: Idiot 🤣🤣

Soon after, I told them about my plans of speaking to her, when we got scared that our homeroom teacher might know, that V might've told her, and we discussed how much we should tell her.

S: Only the people I trust will know [the full truth], and that means exactly one adult.

CB: Your mirror image?

This bitch... :D

And how well did it all go? What did I tell her? Well, that's a story for next time. ;)

~ S ♡

[Every story I share here, no matter how specific I get with my wording, depicts actual events from my own life.]

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[panickedpansexualprincess]

I don't dislike Tilde per se. I liked her a lot in TSS. She was strong and took ownership of her sexuality. But in TGC I think she was unneeded and unbelievable. She turned Eggsy into a prince/kept boy, forced him out of a career he loved, was a drug user, and manipulated him to propose/marry her. Not the signs of a good person or a healthy relationship. Still I'd never post hate for her in any of the tags. I just wish everyone would tag for her and her relationships so blacklist can catch it.

I appreciate that you don’t intend to post any hate for Tilde. I can also see why you might feel the way you do about her. I don’t think it’s near that cut and dry, though, to be perfectly honest. And, since you messaged me about it, I assume that you’re open to talking about it all, so I’ll be frank.

Although, haha, before I start the frank part, I’ll say that while I don’t tag individual characters, that’s not part of my tagging system, I do tag my Kingsman ships, so I can rec that if you want to block them, you might want to block ‘Royal Eggs,’ ‘Royal Hartwin,’ ‘Royal Merwin,’ and ‘Royal Merhartwin.’ Those are the ship names I’m using and the ones I’ve seen others use.

Okay. The frank, thoughtful bits now.

I was mildly unsure about Tilde on my first watch through. Mostly because yeah, okay, the most likely reason they wrote her in was to give Eggsy a heterosexual relationship, in an attempt to try and avoid slash ships. Which, is kind of funny, because good lord the Hartwin overtones are insane in TGC, far more so than I ever picked up from TSS. It’s like, they wrote Eggsy into a het relationship, and then ramped up the gay to about five thousand. And I’m saying that as someone who doesn’t ship Hartwin as my main ship, cause my main ship is Merwin, but lord in heaven was the Hartwin strong in this movie. So, uh. Guys, guys, mixed signals here. XD

(Which is why I just figure he’s bi. Or pan. Or somewhere around there in the inbetween. XD)

That said, I didn’t stay unsure for long. Mostly because, well, A. the idiots already fridged one of our strong ladies because wtf (and she’s not dead, dammit, I refuse), so I am going to happily embrace Tilde for the wonderful lady she is- and she is a strong woman in her own right, as we know from TSS. B. I was insanely happy that if they were going to pair Eggsy off with a lady, at least it wasn’t Roxy, because good lord no please no. By which I mean, with no disrespect towards people who ship Roxy/Eggsy, they are my NOTP/BROTP, and I just. No. Let Roxy and Eggsy have their broship, pls. C. I was actually really happy to see her back as more than just a sex joke. Which I know a lot of people tried to reduce her to one in TSS, and just. No. D. Poly ships. I love me some poly ships, because I wholeheartedly believe the human heart can love more than one person, so yeah, okay Eggsy loves Tilde. Got it. Doesn’t mean he can’t still love Harry, or Merlin, or anyone else. Embrace the poly ships! I do!

So. My doubts were soothed, and I dived happily into accepting Tilde and her relationship with Eggsy. Which brings me to your concerns.

I’m going to hit the ‘drug user’ bit first. Which is a big issue, and a sticky one. Now I say this as someone who, until this year, had never touched any drugs ever. Which, I broke my record this year, once, because it’s one possible treatment for some of my health issues, and when I tried it, I just went. Eh, this does nothing, whatever, I’m good, thanks anyway. So I have no connection to drugs, or affinity for them. But I’m a firm believer in the freedom of choice, especially when it comes to a person’s own body, and one of my beliefs is that the government really needs to butt out of trying to control what people do with their own bodies. Which means I’m actually pro legalization of drugs. Which was really kind of odd/funny, because I agreed with some of the things Poppy said in the movie. Which sounds a lot worse than I mean, haha.

It’s. Kind of a point, in the movie. Poppy is, of course, a psychopath and completely in the wrong with everything she was doing, but. She wasn’t wrong about some of the things she said. Like, the commentary she makes to Charlie, re: sugar vs cocaine. It’s also kind of a big thing if you look at Fox: she argues with Not!Trump about how not all drug users are the bad criminal types people stereotypically associate with drugs. Fox makes the rather poignant point that she uses whatever it is she uses to help her get through life, because frankly, working for Not!Trump is a nightmare I wouldn’t wish on anyone. Champ makes the point too, and Ginger, when they talk about Tequila; he’s a good man, a good Statesman, he just has a bit of a wild side. Additionally, if you read the book, it very poignantly hits on the people who use drugs medicinally, to deal with things like cancer and mental health issues, but who are affected by the Blue Rash because of where they got their medicine from. And let me tell you, that was a point that hit kind of hard in my house, because none of us are neurotypical, and if our doctor prescribed it to use, marijuana could actually be a medicine for some of us. And we are, ironically, in Kentucky, not even two hours away from Louisville where the Statesman are based, and bills to legalize medicinal marijuana have been proposed here as recently as January of this year.

So what I mean by that long ass paragraph is. Being a drug user isn’t necessarily a bad thing. And that’s a point that is specifically raised in the narrative in the movie. Because yeah, Poppy is fucking batshit crazy, but her end goal of legalizing drugs? Isn’t batshit crazy. Which is why Not!Trump and Whiskey end up firmly in the Bad Guy camp, because they’re willing to condemn billions of people to death for something that’s not necessarily bad.

So does Tilde use drugs in TGC? Yes, of course, she gets the blue rash. We see her light up. Am I going to condemn her for that? No. She smokes something in a moment when she is under extreme stress and upset. That’s her choice, for her body. And that single use isn’t enough to show us if she uses it irresponsibly, or if she’s out of control with it. I’d actually assume that if she was out of control in her drug usage, Eggsy wouldn’t be with her. As he points out, he grew up in a place where drugs destroyed lives; I highly doubt he would be with someone who was destroying their life with drugs. I’ll also point out that he doesn’t actually seem concerned with her usage. He’s scared as hell that she has the disease, but he never condemns her usage or seems against it.

Alright. So the manipulating him into proposing bit. Hoo boy. I understand where you’re coming from. It was a thought I had in the theatre myself, while watching the first time. However, after a lot of thought, I don’t think that’s what’s going on here.

I’ll say flat out; I think that bit is a bit of shoddy writing. I think it was unnecessary, and that it should have logically been something Eggsy and Tilde would have already discussed, considering that honeypots are something they were trained on during training. They were told to get to know Lady Sophie biblically, remember? Which, yeah, turned out to be a ruse for the train test, but it was definitely something they were trained for.

But, the fact that I think it’s shoddy writing aside; it has been pointed out to me, when I was pondering it, that it could very likely be something they hadn’t discussed yet because their relationship, while almost a year along in TGC, had kind of a jump start with both of them suffering from. Issues. You know, being held captive, having just lost his mentor, and they kind of jumped into it headlong, and probably missed some big discussions that they should have had, but didn’t. So we’re looking at this as;

Tilde doesn’t know that honeypots are a thing Eggsy might be expected to do. Clearly, they haven’t talked about it. All she knows is that, this man that she loves, who clearly loves her, is suddenly telling her that he needs to sleep with another woman. And that’s a Big Thing to have suddenly thrown on your plate, especially when it’s a situation of “I need an answer right this moment, fate of the world depends on it.” So it’s pretty damn understandable that Tilde is thrown for a huge loop by it all. She’s shocked, surprised, and definitely feeling hurt. And here’s Eggsy, telling her he wants to spend the rest of his life with her- which in any other situation could easily be a proposal. And, in the confused, hurried, disarray of emotions she’s dealing with- she’s not pressuring him to propose, I think it’s pretty clear that she thinks that might actually be what’s happening.

So here you’ve got both of them super stressed and freaked out and confused. Eggsy’s stressed as fuck about it, doesn’t want to have sex with Clara, but is asking anyway, cause the world is kind of at stake, and he kind of accidentally almost proposes. Tilde is stressed as fuck, and hurt by this sudden request, and confused, and she thinks he might have just proposed, but she’s not sure, because wtf, and. And then Eggsy’s backpedaling, because shit, shit, shit, public figure, and fuck. (And, one of the things that I liked in the book, is that you get more of Tilde’s POV here, because she’s struggled with being the Crown Princess all her life, and now it feels like Eggsy is rejecting her because of her being the Crown Princess.) Confusion and hurt abounds on both sides of that conversation. And if you pay attention.

Eggsy says they need to sit down and Talk about this. Later. Tilde is upset, but gives a (somewhat understandably bitter) okay, and walks away for the moment. And it’s pretty clear that they’ve both made mistakes here. And that they both greatly care for each other, because otherwise they wouldn’t be that hurt.

And. Yeah. It’s this whole huge convoluted ball of fucked up emotions and mistakes and they should have talked about this already, but because writing, they hadn’t, so it all comes out fucked up and misunderstood. But I don’t see any of it as Tilde forcing Eggsy to propose. She’s thinks he has, and then surprise, no, not really, and where do they go from a misunderstanding like that?

Which leads into Tilde forcing him to be a prince/kept boy, and forcing him out of a career he loves. And. I’mma say one thing here, first off, because. Kingsman.

There ain’t no way, ‘prince’ or not, that Eggsy’s going to stop being a Kingsman. That’s definitely not the way things work in the Kingsman world. And I think Vaughn is smart enough to know we would freaking riot if he even tried that. XD I mean. We talked Harry back to life from a headshot, we can talk Eggsy into still being a spy even while being a prince, haha.

That out of the way- Tilde in no way forces Eggsy to become a prince, or a ‘kept boy.’ Let’s give Eggsy more credit than that. If he didn’t want to marry Tilde, if he didn’t want to be with her, he wouldn’t. Eggsy very clearly loves her, tells her flat out that he wants to spend the rest of his life with her. And yeah, okay, becoming the future queen’s consort is probably going to cause some issues with Kingsman- but he makes that choice. Saying that Tilde forces him into it just… makes me think of the people who tried to say that Eggsy forced her to have sex with him at the end of TSS. Which, frankly, is ludicrous. At the end of TSS, Tilde is clearly very happy to propose sex with him. And at the end of TGC, Eggsy is clearly very happy to be marrying Tilde.

And that. Was a lot of tl;dr, haha. Hopefully tl;dr that makes sense, and isn’t too rambly. But. I have a hella lot of feels about this, and have put a lot of thought into it. I really love Tilde, and I have come to love her relationship with Eggsy. (And I love my poly ships that include her.) And I really would love to see more of fandom embrace her and it, but that’s of course going to be up to individual preferences. It might be some people’s NOTP, and that’s alright. I have my own NOTPs in this fandom. And you know what? I co-exist with them. I block tags and posts if I need to, and I just try not to comment on them, because live and let live. This fandom is such an open and welcoming one, and I hope it stays that way.

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[tinknevertalks]

For some reason Tumblr isn't letting me paste the text in! :( Anyway, I'd like commentary for everything in "Words Don't Come Easily" from "L is for love" onto the end, please

This is the section I’ll be blathering on about.

L is for love.

That was it, all that was written on the twice folded yellow note. It was battered, and creased, as if it had been carried everywhere, waiting for the right time. She’d found the note in the pocket of his shirt after she’d put it on, the first thing to come to hand that morning. In these quiet moments, where they’d read in bed whilst he played with her hair, or vice versa (he was almost kitten-like when she’d card her fingers through his spiky locks), or when they’d wake in the cool, morning light, his almost electric, zingy scent would permeate the air. It clung to everything, and all she could smell was him, calming her quicker than tea in her favourite cup. Asking him about the note should have made her heart beat erratically, but that enveloping aroma and the shirt on her back kept her relaxed.

She turned to him, note held out gently between thumb and forefinger, not wanting to further damage the little, bruised confession. “Nikola?”

“Yes? Oh…” He noticed the paper, and smiled sheepishly. “Forgot to take that out…”

“Oh?” Her head tilted.

He looked decidedly uncomfortable. “You weren’t meant to find it…”

Now her brows furrowed. “Why?”

Not looking at her, he admitted, “The last time I mentioned love I set my brainless vampires on you and got a hand through the chest. Didn’t really want a repe—unf!” Lunging across the bed and kissing him soundly stopped the flow of words. It was a strategy she had employed on more than one occasion.

“I love you,” she told him as she pulled back to look deep into his eyes, clenching the note in her hand.

His eyes widened minutely, before he confidently held her face and kissed her again. Her toes curled as his tongue played with hers, his hands sliding into her hair as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “I love you too,” he murmured against her lips.

This is gonna be long bois, so hold onto your hats.

So yeah, when I first realised I was going to be using L for Love (I had to make myself a list, alphabetically, of what I’d used for each letter so I wouldn’t reuse any - though I toyed with the idea of Nikola leaving so many notes that he couldn’t remember which letters he’d used), I knew it wasn’t going to be a note he left around where anyone could find it (because even though he left some saucy notes in her room, they were to do with sex, not love, so they were safer, in a way).

Then the idea turned into, “He’s not gonna just give it to her,” and, “What if she found it in his clothes?” (I have a thing for her in his clothes, if you hadn’t guessed XD), around about the same time. So I started writing it, on paper (because it really does work better for me).

And it was longer than what I already had (by then I had about a third of them down, mostly the ’[Letter] is for [word]’ ones), and not very in character, but something tangible. So as I wrote more of the lead up (and complained on Tumblr, and looked for words), I made certain sections longer so that this one wouldn’t be so out of place.

So yeah, that note was probably written by him quite early on (possibly the very first, but never as a note he’d give her - see his reasons for not saying it - more as random scribbling that wasn’t an equation… (Omfg, him writing him and Helen as an equation that balances oddly but works for them? I need that now… Damn. My. Brain.)) which then gave him the idea of sending her these tiny love letters.

L became his talisman; he carried it everywhere. If his shirt didn’t have a breast pocket, it would be in the inner pocket of his jacket. He’d open it, every now and then, sorta just marvelling at his own admission - he’d said it before, but had been an idiot and she’d left with Druitt (again) - but not wanting to possibly ruin anything with Helen (because of her own reticence regarding emotions and emotional ties that weren’t firmly rooted in family and platonic places). Maybe not the most in-character thing for our resident drama queen, but he’d already done the, ‘Tell her!’ routine, and look how far that got him.

And so, when Helen does find it, battered, creased and bruised, it’s a (possibly heavy handed) metaphor for his feelings for her - he’s carried it for ages, they’ve both hurt each other (what’s some light shooting between friends? - And now I can’t help but imagine the fic where Oxford!Teslen test the true extent of his healing capabilities), but it’s there, its endured.

Anyways, Helen finds it, she’s all content (waking up naked next to an equally naked Nikola? Lady’s gonna be content - there was a bit about clothes being flung around the night before, but it slowed the pacing and muddled the paragraph, so it got cut) and calm and she’s known for a while she loves him, because he may be a prat, but he’s her prat.

So for him to say, ‘Whoops, you shouldn’t have seen that, cause last time I said I love you, I behaved like a dick,’ made her realise that she needed to verbalise her feelings. So she does, for the first time since he came back into her life the first time she experienced 2008.

Usually I hate the, ‘Kiss to make them quiet’ trope - how rude, they were talking! - but here I knew it would be the only way she’d get his attention, by being proactive and disconnect his brain from his mouth. So kissing! XD And holding on tight to his confession because words on paper can’t be changed (and also see above about the metaphor and stuff)… And him kissing back! XD And the image of him telling her he loves her against her lips was just a self-indulgent, decadence thing for me.

(On paper, she doesn’t kiss him first, she just clambers back into bed, straddles him, holds his face and says, “Bloody hell, Nikola, I love you!” And he gets all mooshy faced, so she says it again, grinning, and they both grin and kiss in the “morning” light. The version that went up on AO3 worked much better for them. And I did want it to get smutty, but it would’ve changed the whole tone of the piece and it seemed right to finish it there.)

So there you have it! XD Any more questions, or any other sections you (as in anyone reading this) want a commentary to, ask away. XD

#ask meme #answer #viennainspringtime #sanctuary #teslen #i can write for ages about my own fic #i am that vain #thank you for the ask darling!

[squaredancing-weston]

text || Brobastian (Week 2)

Bas: Okay fine - strategically placed mirrors, then, that get all of my best angles. But I mean, worst case scenario, we get a shitload of reflections of me. I don't see the downside. No, Brodes, /you're/ missing the point. It'd be far more humane to actually give me the relief I need rather than leave me in a permanent state of frustration. I mean, I don't know about you, but that sounds like more exertion than having someone tease me by opening me up, only to leave me wanting more. And, I mean, it's really only teasing the other guy, too. I'm sure he'd rather just pound me until I'm screaming his name while watching myself come apart in several different angles - god. It'd be so hot. So in what way does teasing me make more sense for either party, really?

Bas: The only person you're making laugh is yourself, so you have an audience of one. Which is you. How does that not sound sad to you? Nobody even showed up for your stand-up show, Brodes. Shame. I don't know - I find mocking other people hilarious. Take Hummel for example. Guy's so easily stirred up - it's great.

Bas: What, you think that just because I'm not interested in romance that I can't appreciate The Sound of Music? I know, I know - more nazis Surprise, surprise. Point is, if I went through life trying to avoid every single show that has romance, I'd be left with very little to watch. I'm not /that/ tired. Sleeping is boring. Seriously, it loses its appeal after the first few days. Trust me, I know the people I've slept with. Like I said, I go for quality. I mean, I might have had a few 9s, but I've never dipped lower than that. Yeah, well, one of the reasons I learned to sneak out a little quieter - to avoid shit like that again. Experienced or not, it sounds like you could've used someone to break you back into the world of hooking up - and what better way to start than me? Although there is that saying about saving the best till last. I said I tried whips /once/, moron, and I wasn't into it.

Bas: Didn't say that I couldn't be, but I'm not gonna die from having sex. Like you'll have any say what goes on my grave, unless it involves a poem about how hot I look naked. I'll draft something up for you, too. It'll probably involve chaps. You haven't seen me in weeks. For all you know, I look perfectly fuckable. I've seen the shows - I read /some/ of the books, but honestly, I'm not really into glorified food porn, so I gave up. No, you chose the old woman. "Girl" isn't the right way to describe her.

Bas: I wouldn't go that far. His ass /does/ rival mine, but I still think I've got the edge. Please - Blaine's everyone's type. You sure about that? I mean, I've known the guy since high school, Brodes. Plenty of time to corrupt him on some level. I have my ways.

Bas: Well, you could, but the question is - would it be as fun as talking to/about me? I doubt it. Who says you can't have it both ways? Now, Brodes, don't tell me you're going back in the closet. Sleeping with just girls is no fun. I /could/ stop answering, but where's the fun in that? As you keep insisting on reminding me, /I'm/ stuck inside with nowhere to go. Question is - what's your excuse?

Bas: What I had in mind didn't really involve mayonnaise, but I know that sometimes you get easily confused. She won't have /time/ to eat. They're /kids/ - they don't need to learn that shit until college, and it's really not all that hard to bend over in front of someone. I don't need Reese Witherspoon teaching me how to do it.

Brody: Fine, fine-- we can get you a bunch of mirrors so you can always see yourself fucking straining and hot and sweaty with this sensual sex monkey keening all over you. Better? But Bas-- the whole point of this was the fact that you're on your back for the next week-- and not in a good way. So you're not getting relief. We were trying to create a scenario that made it more manageable, remember? Not to get you fucked. So we found you someone that could manage that level or restraint that would drool and lave all over you without actually getting you off-- because you're sick and can't get off right now. So rather than put you at risk by giving in to his base instincts and spreading you open and just fucking slamming into you so hard that you can taste him cumming, he's choosing to wait for you. It's kind of romantic, really.

Brody: You only think that because you're only hearing one person in this conversation-- lots of people at work think this whole thing is hilarious. But even if they didn't, isn't it more important for me to find me funny? I'm awesome. Of course you do-- seriously, Kurt's just a kid, Bas-- you really don't need to be so hard on him. I mean, I know that's the only type of //hard// you can manage right now, but still XD

Brody: You're a Julie fan? Damn, that's sort of cute, peacock-- now I'm going to have to put together a compilation to have someone follow you around with at school. Hide a running playlist in your classroom... You do seem to enjoy your thwarted Nazis. That's true-- you'd be stuck with Annie and The Wizard of Oz and Chicago-- neither of which featured Nazis. Very disappointing. Okay-- so now Sleeping Beauty plotline in your South Park movie. Got it. Well, technically you //don't//, since you've just met them XD But yeah, I get your point, and if you think that there are enough 10s to keep up with your lifestyle, I'll believe you. Trust me-- sneaking out of the state was the only way to avoid it. Considering you were still a barely-drinking Bas, I would have felt bad for taking advantage of your innocence, but I appreciate the thought. God, I hope you're not my last, Bas-- that would just be depressing as hell. No offense. Uh huh-- just the once; not into it. Got it ;)

Brody: You could die from over-exerting yourself, punk. That's how people die in marathons-- their hearts give out. And you're sick, so sex would be your marathon, and then I'd catch all sorts of flack that, let's be honest, wouldn't be //that// great to begin with. Well then how can I say I told you so if you're dead and I can't write it on your tombstone? And thank you-- I will not be responsible for your boasting from the grave. Your body won't fit in the casket with your head still inflating. The chaps again Bas? Seriously, maybe I'll just buy you a pair and //they// can relieve that frustration for you. I know what sick looks like-- I don't need to see you daily to know how crappy you still look. So you've seen the shows, but you didn't follow "You murdered and raped my sister" between the bouts of, you know, murdering and raping? And then DYING? Were you having sex while you were watching? No-- my choice were the Tyrell siblings, and I chose the girl. I said if I were //you//, I would choose the old lady, since she wouldn't split me in half, first with her dick and then with her sword. And plus SHE'S NOT DEAD.

Brody: Yes-- your ass is straight as an edge. Definitely shapeless, especially compared to Blaine. I don't know-- I feel like I'd be corrupting him or something. He's just young, you know? The guy doesn't have a favorite sex position, for pete's sake. Takes off from the physical appeal. Yeah, I'm sure //some// ways-- just not all of them.

Brody: I guess that's up for debate. I mean, no one's projecting their freaky kinks at me if I'm talking to normal people at least. I was never in the closet, asshat. I was just kind of standing unawares in the doorway. And quitting this tete de tete with you is hardly shuffling back inside. I'm on lunch.

Brody: Well, I figured you had that weird thing about food play, so maybe you could make use of her excessive condiments. So you're going to reduce her to fainting from hypoglycemia? Rude. So you're saying you never batted your eyelashes to get what you wanted until college? Why do I doubt that?

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[yuvon-writes-letters]

It seems many letters have to travel today. But that's fine.

Hey Yu, Jake :)

Huh, where to start...Ah I know! Yeah, I guess you're right. Reading and not taking part probably is like reading an amazing book and always waiting for a chapter or something. And that not everyone wants to be part of our freak-show (I mean, that's basically what it is) is completely understandable. I think my reaction was also a bit in the heat of the moment. But really, asking for waffels or pancakes?

But putting that aside; the letters, papers or whatever..How is the deciffering going? Anything till now?

And I really hope that both of you are not in any kind of great danger (as far as we can say this with your situation)

Pocket Dimension of a reality warper.. [the writing becomes a little shaky here] hm yeah, that sounds logical.

And sorry, I just cannot write while laughing. This whole thing reminds me a *little bit* of a character from my favourite show. (If you both know Supernatural) But yah.

Also no, you two were right, my Jake didn't answer when I wrote the other letters. (And no, I didn't flirt with him. At least I don't think so)

But I know now why he didn't respond at first.

I did send Nymos this message you told me, Jake, and after some time it returned 'true'. Like you said. That was honestly pretty relieving.

And that also made Jake (I am writing him with a different pen now, it's easier) text me back.

It seems I really went totally wrong over the situation, but I wasn't really thinking right when I was back in my flat.

I guess I couldn't have worried him more. When he called me the night I returned (you know, after he saw the picture the MWAF sent me and he texted me my golden friends' message and I didn't reply) he got access to my camera. It seems in my shock I didn't realise.

Yu, I texted you how I looked like, right? I mean, basically like hell. And, who would've thought, as if I'd been kidnapped.

And like this I told him he shouldn't worry. Yeah, not my greatest moment.

It also was kind of dark so it could have been that I wasn't alone (at least from Jakes perspective). Oh, and did I tell you that my shirt was torn where the bullet originally hit me? So he saw the raven scar...I didn't realise that till now either.

Long story short: I worried him sick.

Cause when I texted Jake this morning he couldn't be sure it was me. Or me alone. And he didn't want to bring me in any more danger. So he started doing Jake-stuff and accessing goldies profile.

But that didn't work out as planned. I mean, sure, it's the profile of an entity...So I guess it makes sense.

And then I texted Nymos.

He's just reading the last letters (I think). We didn't talk about the 'erased-kidnapping-thing' yet. But he promised me that he'd find a way so we could safely call... :)

Thank you Jake, I guess without you Jake would still think I was kidnapped [the 😅 emoji is drawn there]

Lis🐾🔥

Ps; I almost forgot: Jake say thanks, too xD

Lis,

I’ll ask Jake how the deciphering is going in a bit. I’m going to pretend I don’t notice him stealing glances at me for a little longer first XD

Though I don’t think he’s doing it for the normal reasons people steal glances. He’s sort of hypervigilant, I’ve noticed. Which makes sense. I just can’t tell if he’s worried I could be a threat or if he’s looking out for me. I’d understand if he sees me as a possible threat, this IS the first time we’re really meeting after all. Doesn’t make me feel great, but honestly given how he got here, I COULD be a serious inadvertent threat. I don’t blame him at all.

I don’t think I’m in danger? No danger I don’t put myself in, at least. Where’s this coming from all of a sudden?

Jake told you the demiplane theory, I’m guessing. Yeah, it does seem logical. Also, I have watched Supernatural before, but it was a long time ago and I never watched the whole thing, because I got obsessed with something else and forgot all about it XD   I think I made it up to the beginning of the leviathan arc or so, I don’t remember what season that was though.

Oh, wow, we completely misunderstood the situation with Jake didn’t we? XD

I’m glad it got cleared up, at least, and that you two are talking again. I wonder if it confused him at first that you knew to send that code to Nymos. Though obviously he probably gets it now. ...I also wonder just how many features Jake actually put in Nymos. Every time I deal with the bot another feature seems to pop up.

You’re welcome, Lis’s Jake :)

Alright, I’m gonna get my Jake now. Talk to you later! Or write to you later. Something. Bye.

(The handwriting changes to Jake’s.) Hallo, Lis.

What is this about waffles and pancakes? Please excuse me for a moment while I ask Yuvon.

I am not commenting on this matter.

As for the deciphering: I have made no progress thus far. It is quite vexing. Yuvon has taken to searching the “Death Room” from top to bottom, hoping to find something of interest or that could help the matter, though she has agreed to leave the actual deciphering to myself.

It is impossible to tell the exact depth of the danger we are in, as I suspect that may vary by the whims of whatever pulled Yuvon here in the first place. I do not know what “Supernatural” is. I’m afraid I will need to bother Yuvon again. At this rate, I am somewhat afraid she will grow frustrated with me.

It does sound like a fairly interesting show. Perhaps, once we are out of this place, I will be able to watch it. Perhaps even with Yuvon.

Oh. That does make quite a bit of sense, actually. I feel quite a bit of pity for my counterpart, now. If I had seen Yuvon in a similar state, I believe I would have likely reacted much the same way. I am glad I recalled that function; I would prefer not to have my counterpart suffer undue stress.

It is a shame my counterpart could not find anything helpful in the golden profile, but I suppose it is to be expected. These entities seem to find enjoyment in completely bypassing the laws of logic, physics, and reality itself where they are inconvenient.

You are welcome, Lis and Jake :)

I am glad I was able to help you both.

It is troubling that Yuvon believes I see her as a threat, however. It is quite the opposite. I am not entirely sure how to proceed, or indeed to even begin tackling that issue, but clearly this needs to be worked out quickly.

Though, I worry that this may be merely the least of Yuvon’s troubles. She is not precisely the most open person in the world, especially when it comes to her own issues. It was quite difficult to make her speak about Richy’s uncertain fate.

As for NYM-0S’s features: I suppose you will have to wait and see ;)

I should likely return to attempting to decipher this nonsense. Goodbye for now,

Jake & Yuvon

(The letter tucks itself into the paper clip with the others.)

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[squaredancing-weston]

text || Brobastian (Week 2)

Bas: Well, maybe it should be in a room full of mirrors, then. That way I get to see myself /and/ the other guy. Although I feel like just fucking me would actually take less effort than the teasing would. I mean, there's only so much of someone rutting against me that I can take - especially if they're murmuring in my ear about all of the different ways they plan on having me. That shit gets /exhausting/, Brodes - there comes a time where you just want someone to fill you up, or - fuck, I feel like riding them would be easier than just the /tease/. I mean not that the tease isn't all manner of hot, but, you know - there /are/ limits, and pushing them with me in this state would just be cruel, you know? Best just to give me the relief I need.

Bas: When your material revolves around crappy jokes at my expense, then that's just sad. Really - you have /one/ subject. I know you're obsessed with me, Brodes, but come on. Hey, I'm not the one trying to be a comedian, here. That's on you.

Bas: Can't say I've counted. What - you think I don't own any R&H? You underestimate me, as usual. While I appreciate ballet as an art form, yeah - no. Besides all of the dizziness, it really is just gonna send me to sleep again. I've slept enough. Why do you equate my ability to find people to sleep with to a lack of standards? While I might have had some questionable hook-ups in the past (all hot, just some... questionable people), I do like quality. Newbie Brody sounds adorable - man, I'd have loved to corrupt him - but I digress. Just because you're fine going home alone, doesn't mean we all need to do so. Don't get me wrong, there's been a night or two where I haven't hooked up, but it's really not very often. Why skip out on the chance for some good sex? Fine, fine - he can do the groundwork, but I'm making my intentions clear.

Bas: Man, you can be so dramatic sometimes, you know that? Tell you what - if I die from sex, you can rest assured that you were right, and I'll have gone out in probably the best way that I possibly could. I'm not /that/ sick - I'll be fine in a few days. I already told you - nobody said /anything/ about being ass-raped to death apart from you. Seriously, I worry about you sometimes.

Bas: He's been hovering, yeah. You don't really /need/ to angle Blaine - his ass is a good view no matter where he's standing in the room, so long as he's not directly facing you. Although the rest of him is perfectly pleasing to look at, too.

Bas: You mean there's no one to obsess over. Don't worry, Brodes - me and my ass will be back in no time. Oh, but if he's as bad as you claim he is, you're fine mocking over texts? So cruel. I don't deserve this shit. I didn't say anything about not liking it. If nothing else, she'll give me something to do during lunch hour. And by /do/, well.... I'm sure you know what I mean. Yeah, but what happens when she puts on Legally Blonde and they start thinking that they can get a law degree and win trials based on their perm maintenance knowledge? And I bet she wouldn't even show the Broadway version.

Brody: Doesn't a room full of mirrors mess with the reflection though? Like kind of skew the coloration or something, because it's just reflection on reflection on reflection, etc? But yeah-- I mean, you could definitely play with more than one, get all the angles. You're missing the point, Bas. The point isn't what would take the least effort: it's what has the biggest payoff. And since you can't really handle that level of exertion for at least another week, the tease has to last until you can properly enjoy it. So until then, they can really only get by themselves by talking about how intense it's going to get-- how they're going to spread you out, stretch you open one finger at a time, three fingers deep, before lapping up your ass like a cream to a cat. Fucking bringing you to a breaking point if you don't have their full, thick, throbbing cock inside of you, punching up against your sweet spot hard while their hands are //finally// reaching around, slicked up so they're wet and hot and completely covering you and just pumping like you guys haven't fucked in weeks-- which, you know, you haven't. Because you've been on bedrest and he's not going to fuck you until you're off. It's a medical thing, Bas-- I mean, it's that or nothing, you know? And I figured since //nothing// was basically killing you here, it'd make more sense this way, right?

Brody: I hardly see that as sad-- who deserves jokes at their expense more than the proud peacock? I mean really? And it makes everybody laugh. I cater to my audience, what can I say. And you're worse than they are, Bas-- I know you; you'd rather hear anything about yourself than the funniest jokes about anyone else. Tcha-- everyone's a critic until the light's on them.

Brody: Well, let me know when you think of a ballpark figure. //You// watch Rogers and Hammerstein? Like more than just in passing? You do know people usually fall in //love// in those shows, right? Without sex? Or are you sleeping through those parts? You realize sleep isn't the enemy, right? I mean, I'm not encouraging you to sleep through culture in its purest form, but if your body's trying to drag you under, that's usually a sign. It might have something to do with the fact that there's a limited number of bodies in Ohio and you've likely slept with the majority of them-- and they definitely could not have been all 10s, Bas. I wouldn't be surprised if you couldn't give some of them a 7 after you took off your beer goggles. Yeah, I'm familiar with the questionable aspect-- I've seen that scar on your back XD Hey-- Newbie Brody was still plenty experienced, just...a little gun shy. Let's just say I didn't leave Sparks without a little bit of crazy chasing me out. And if 22-year old Bas was when whips were involved in your sex life, I wouldn't really want to be corrupted, thanks. Well, I guess I just don't mind the break to focus on other things then. Sex isn't air for me. Bas, I've heard you guys talking-- I'm pretty sure your intentions are perfectly clear by now. Like bird flying into a window transparent.

Brody: //I// can be dramatic? That's a laugh, considering some of the shit I've seen you pull over the years. So I can write on your grave: Brody Told You So You Assless Peacock ? I mean, since if you die by //my// dick, I'm going to be in the next grave over, it seems only fair. Okay, okay-- you're just unnecessarily stuck on bedrest while coughing like hell. You're not sick. I'm still not sexing you up while you look like that. You know, when you say crap like that, it makes me believe you never even watched the show, much less read the books, and that hurts my feelings. I mean, did you think they'd be asking about the actor(s-- since the guy was recast three different times at least) or what? Because I'm pretty sure they would have clarified that point if that had been the case. Hey-- I didn't choose the dead guy. I chose the manipulative girl with experience.

Brody: well, so long as we're in agreement that his ass is way better than yours, I'll totally agree with that. I mean, personally, he's not really my type, but I don't blame you for pining over the innocent soul you failed to fully corrupt. Everyone has the one that got away, Bas.

Brody: I'm sorry, are you implying that I couldn't easily find someone else to talk to or about? Because I'm pretty sure that the conversation is significantly more diverse around the people that are actually //allowed// out of the house. Well, a) I can't see you, and 2) didn't you just say you were fine? XD Can't have it both ways, peacock. Speaking of obsession...you know you could always just stop answering, right?

Brody: [unsent] holy fuck please do not actually seriously consider that as an option-- why the fuck did I say that god fucking dammit I'm pathetic

Brody: I guess-- just make sure you wipe off the desk before and after-- and rinse out her mouth. God mayonnaise just bugs the crap out of me. I mean, obviously it's not hurting her, because she looks great, but why do people need their sandwiches to look like someone dumped a vat of glue on it? Yech. I admit, if your kids are watching Reese Witherspoon the Lawyer-based movies and not coming out of it with any worthwhile lyrics in their head, I'll be a little disappointed. But I'm sure she'd give them all time to perfect the bend-and-snap, since you won't be there to demonstrate whenever you need something from the principal XD

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