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aristia-pjoheadcanons · 8 months

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HOO Crew - Argo Headcanons

Headcanons of the Heroes of Olympus cast on Argo II.

I´d like to imagine that they had bonding activities Behind-The-Scene, just so they can understand how each person works and figure out their strengths.

UNO, TWISTER, SPIN THE BOTTLE, TRUTH OR DARE, WOULD YOU RATHER- ANY GAMES AVAILABLE. Leo has thought of it all.

Connor and Travis probably snuck in theri prank supplies for them to use. Annabeth and Piper wouldnt mind pranking the boys - swapping theri shampoos and making them smell different. (small pranks that only they notice)

Percy and Frank are just confused why the duo is giggling and sneaking glances during breakfast.

Hazel wouldnt want to miss out, having the ourage to just walk into Annabeths/Pipers room "Hey, what are you guys up to?" and joining on the fun.

Making strategic plans for every duo, trio, and combining different people together for every scenario. My girls would think of everything, Annabeth taking the leader-role. Plan a way to attack a monster, with FRANKXANNABETH LEOXANNABETH, PERCYXJASON - Like I said, different combinations of people and figuring out the best choices.

Frank and Annabeth are the most versatile out of everyone. They can be combined with everyone. Percy, Jason and Leo have some drawbacks-since theyre used to doing things in their own tempo even though they have already been on a quest with people they cna easily defeat a monster by themselves. Piper and Annabeth decided to work together - a girl with emotions as her weakness (her pride) x a stubborn girl that ran away from her emotions but is forced to see it as her strength (because of the abilitiy Aphrodite gave). Piper being the best medeator, the balance that holds the glue but can also need reassurance - if the stress is too much she needs support.

Annabeth, Frank, Jason combo would work but would be somewhat slow since theyre all leaders and have great minds-but they have different POVs of things and can often fall into a deep discussion-which you often dont have time for on the battlefield. its not like they argue, but theyre the types of people to think very deeply for every plan. Jason would see the strategic side of Frank and invite him inside his cabinroom, because he can see a leader inside of him. Then, Jason would invite him to join his and Annabeths planning.

Piper and Percy would be awkward at first, until they start talking about monsters theyve fought. Percy loves the stories Piper tells, because they always have wisdom and something to learn from. Her stories helped him understand that every situation different perspetives if youre willing to see it. It taught him patience & tolerance. Instead of being quick to anger, control is important-perhaps thats why he could control the poison in Misery, Pipers teaching helped his powers grow in a different way.

Leo having insecurity issues, would struggle to fit in with the others. I see him almost as a self pitying character, but he denies any self pity at the same time. With Hazel and funnily enough, Frank he would see strength. More on this later.

Nico would sit on the highest branch on the ship. Frank would fly and give him a blanket and silently sit there as a bird. Nico would only eat grapes, Hazel would always offer food and Nico would smell it and say it smells nice but never eat it. "When you eat, I feel full" he would say to try to reassure her.

Percy wouldnt mind letting people use his room as a way to hangout, but the problem would be cleaning up after sleepovers. Leo has snacks stashed everywhere, where not even Coach Hedge can ge this hands on. They would all be on a sugar high and have a hard time sleeping afterwards.

You would think that it is the girls who gossip in theri room the most but NOO its the boys. They all gossip about someone or something. And they live for it. They would try to invite Nico but since he would say no, they just make sure to gossip where Nico is sitting so that he can atleast hear. The girls would be downstairs and the guys would be on deck talking smack about some bitch in the past.

Jason and Percys dynamic would be fine, but they would butt heads for no reason. Which could mostly be due to stress and not sleeping well. I just dont really see them fighting over any leader spot, since WiseGirl is there to take that role.

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kirschteinoir · 9 months

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about you.

vendetta!leon kennedy x reader.

❝ ”and I'll miss you on a train, i'll miss you in the mornin'. i never know what to think about...” “i think about you.” ❞

leon has a favourite bar and one day, you decide to visit him there.

wc; 2277

!! gender-neutral reader but wearing perfume is mentioned, i wrote this with a slight age-gap in mind (what can i say i love me a dilf) but can be read without, drinking, mutual pining (TENSION!!!), leon is a bit of a lewser in this sorry i can’t resist writing cringefail leon

𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘢!𝘭𝘦𝘰𝘯-𝘤𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘪’𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺,,, 𝘪 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘪 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱

to anyone but you, it sounded like he was just talking nonsense about an arbitrary bar on the wrong side of town. no one gave leon more than a nod of acknowledgement every time he brought it up, wondering what was so special about this place. but not you - you slipped him a telling smile as he spoke, peering through his long blond lashes.

you hadn’t seen the D.S.O agent in a few months now - you’d had your own commitments and he’d had his. this didn’t stop him from crossing your mind often during your missions: you thought about his eyes, once sky-blue bright but now dull and frozen over like the arctic, his soft blond hair, which was so often matted with blood and sweat that you weren’t even sure he was blond for a while after you met him.

you didn’t know why you’d suddenly had the urge to grace this side of town with your presence, the side that is lit only by neon signs and cigarette butts. the rain patters against your umbrella as you wander down the alleys and the clack of your expensive shoes against the asphalt echoes in the narrow spaces. for a reason unknown even to you, you’d slipped into your best clothes before you’d left - the kind of clothes you reserved for official government meetings and stuffy medal ceremonies. you’d even sprayed a little extra of your expensive perfume in hopes that he would compliment it like he always did.

your relationship with leon was complex to say the least. all you knew of him were longing gazes after the other had left the room, a lingering touch for a second too long as you handed paperwork to him or when he brushed past you in doorways. you knew nothing of his past - his family, his friends or how he became one of america’s best B.O.W hunters - but you could paint his face from memory and pick out his cologne in a blind test. you could map the freckles on his face and trace your fingers over the stubble on his cheeks.

the hour becomes later and later as you sweep past various storefronts and other shifty establishments - some closed for the night, some advertising theri after-hour ventures. you decided to allow yourself to indulge in your thoughts of leon tonight: how had you met again? no matter how hard you tried, you blanked every time you thought about your first meeting with leon. to you, he felt like someone you had never not known and had always been a part of your life (and by extension a part of you). this line of work had a reputation for numbing you to the human condition, making everyday feel the same and replacing your earlier happier memories with unspeakable horrors.

it’s not long before you find yourself in front of a non-descript wooden door that had been painted over so many times and beaten by the elements that it appears a dull, unassuming brown. the glass windows have blackened with the build-up of grime and the brass handle is half-rust by now.

there’s no name, no sign: just a single flickering LED light to draw your attention to the uneven step sitting poised under the door, reading to ensnare the oblivious and send them flying. you lower your umbrella, feeling the rain mist your face as you shake off the excess water and tuck it under your arm. a deep breath escapes you as you push open the door, the wood dragging over the stone with an ugly screech.

you step inside and drop your umbrella into the basket by the door, sighing as you glanced around.

this is exactly the place where leon would be on a day like this.

despite looking unkempt and almost abandoned on the outside, it was rather cosy on the inside thanks to the cheap yellow lights casting a sickly warm glow. very few tables littered the bar floor and even fewer customers to occupy the sticky stools. those who had chosen to sit at the tables sat alone, their backs facing everyone else. they sipped their drinks like robots, staring into space or at the cigarette smoke dancing up from the ashtrays. their gaze barely flickered to you as the door slammed behind you.

there was no ambient music, no chatter - nothing to audibly entice you except the thump of pitchers on the tables or the clumsy clink of a bottleneck against a glass.

there was only one man sat at the bar. you dust down your clothes and clear your throat a little - you weren’t actually expecting him to have to face him tonight. the air feels sluggish as you march over to the bartender and ask for an extra dry martini. he nods once to let you know that he heard you before turning around, effectively leaving you alone with him.

“long day?” the deep timbre of his voice shakes you out of your thoughts as you bite back a smile. you turn to face him, resting your elbow on the grimy bar counter.

“everyday is a long day,” you respond with an honest edge in your voice. his features look tired and worn even under the soft yellow glow of the lights. he chuckles at your response and takes another sip of his drink, pretty pink lips wrapping around the cool glass. you watch his adam’s apple bob as he swallows the last of it in one go. you avert your eyes, your heart racing a little.

leon doesn’t need to look at you to know that you’re beautiful today, as you are everyday. even when the pair of you have been covered in blood and guts and you have mud all over your hair and face and your under-eyes show your many sleepless nights, leon still finds you breathtaking. he’ll never forget when you both met for the first time: you, a new recruit just wanting to make the world a better place and him, already numb to the things he’d been forced to endure. the mischievous glint in your eye as you sized him up and how you got him to smile within the first fifteen minutes of knowing him will remain in his memory forever.

he can feel your gaze on him as his glass clinks against the wooden table. clearly, you’re waiting for an invitation to sit with him - he wants to tell you that you don’t need one, ever.

“i don’t bite,” he muses, his finger circles the rim of his empty glass absent-mindedly.

your laugh makes him feel lighter than any mixture of spirit and liquor ever could as you slide over to the stool next to his.

“geez, you reek of liquor. how long have you been at this shithole?”

you raise your eyebrows as you sip your martini, swallowing dryly. now you’re beside him you can see the details of his face: his rough stubble, the faint wrinkles on his forehead from the constant furrowing of his eyebrows and, your favourite, his long blond lashes guarding his cerulean eyes like reeds around a pond. his irises are brighter than normal but still hint at exhaustion and you try not to stare for too long.

leon doesn’t respond: he doesn’t feel as though he needs to. he knows you know the answer to your own question, as if the empty bottle beside his gloved hand wasn’t a dead giveaway.

you mutter his name under your breath as you reprimand him lightly and he feels a lump forming in his throat as his heart skips a beat. his fingers tighten around his glass and he finally allows himself the privilege of looking at you for the first time since you walked in here.

he draws in a quick breath as he’s engulfed by your appearance: you’re a deity to him as you swirl your drink, watching the gin swish against the side of your martini glass. leon feels utterly undeserving of your company and he sighs, letting his hair fall over his eyes.

he doesn’t want to burden you by falling for you.

“what are you doing here?” he asks gruffly, no longer wanting the attention to be on him. he watches from the corner of his eye as you shrug.

“you kept talking about this place so much that i had to come and check it out. i had a gut feeling you’d be here tonight.”

leon smirks and stares down at his calloused hands: the ones that wield pistols with the same ease as he does his toothbrush. his fingertips, constantly smeared with gunpowder, should never be allowed to touch you. his smirk falls.

“pretty miserable gut feeling then, if it led you to me,” he jokes softly. his bad habit of self-deprecation made him cringe but you laugh, downing the last of your martini.

“ever the optimist, leon. lighten up, will you? i haven’t seen you in ages. don’t you think it’s fate that we met tonight?” the alcohol was beginning to daub your judgement and although you only half-believed in what you were saying, the thought that seeing leon tonight was because of divine intervention made you smile. you lean closer to the blond, trying to coax a more relaxed side of him out.

he’s caught off-guard by your openness and lifts his glass to his lips to ease the awkwardness of his reaction. it’s empty though, so he sets it down again.

“fate? i...i don’t believe in fate...”

you roll your eyes playfully at his leon-esque response.

“you know what i mean. it’s funny though, because i was just thinking about you the other day.” you’d meant it to sound light-hearted and friendly but leon senses something else hiding between your words. he raises an eyebrow at you, genuinely curious.

“thinking about me? to what do i owe the honour?”

he finally turns to face you fully, crossing his arms over his chest. his leather jacket squeaks as he anticipates your reply.

“nothing like that...” you begin, sensing the smugness of his question. “you just crossed my mind, s’all.”

your answer doesn’t satisfy leon but he doesn’t push you, knowing you’d let him in eventually - you often found yourself being more chatty, more open, more vulnerable when you spoke alone with leon. it constantly eluded you as to why: he didn’t exactly have the most welcoming personality. you just couldn’t help yourself, taking his comfortable silence as a sign to continue whatever you were rambling on about. it was a dangerous habit that you knew you had to reign in, for both of your sakes.

he notices the lull in conversation and his throat starts to close up - his hands feel a little clammy and he realises that he doesn’t want you to leave just yet.

“can i get you another drink?”

your cheeks heat a little as you nod. “sure. i’ll just have another martini,” you say sweetly.

he nods stiffly and flags down the bartender. he doesn’t order a refill for himself, which honestly surprises you.

“are you tapping out for the night?” you joke, motioning to his empty glass with a smirk.

the blond dares to chuckle at your joke, shaking his head. now that you were here, he wanted to remember every second of it and he knew another bottle would breach his usual limit. no, he was very much staying sober from now on.

“a thank you would be nice,” he quips, leaning forward and resting his arms against the table. he steals another glance at you, getting lost in your features as he commits them to memory for the millionth time, afraid of ever forgetting you. he doesn’t realise he’s staring until you clear your throat softly and look towards the bottles of liquor lined up behind the bar.

“thanks...”

“you look nice today,” leon blurts out at the same time as you thank him. he immediately fidgets in his seat, not meaning to speak over you.

whilst leon has complimented you before (nice shot!, you just saved my ass., good work today. ect) this one felt new. it stirred something within you that you had been trying to suppress ever since you first joined the D.S.O. your gaze snaps up to his face and you try to discern his own feelings right now. he was making it difficult though, by refusing to look at you.

“thank you, leon,” you say tenderly.

god, the way you said his name had his mind reeling. he sucks in a sharp breath at your tone, knowing he was fighting a losing battle by trying to stay on his side of the line.

“sorry..i-” what was he even apologising for?

you cut him off by placing a hand on his arm as an attempt at reaching out to leon, hoping he’ll meet you halfway. his cornflower eyes flicker up to yours in surprise and you can see his lashes fluttering as he figures out what to say next.

“there’s this new vietnamese restaurant that opened up near my place. i’ve been meaning to go recently but i’ve always been away on missions...”

his eyes visibly soften and he relaxes as he realises what you’re doing.

“oh really?” he breathes, daring to glance at your lips for a fraction of a second. this doesn’t go unnoticed by you and you smile.

“yeah. i was thinking of going tomorrow actually. around 7.”

after a pause, leon nods.

“maybe you’re right. fate did bring us together tonight.”

you bite back a laugh, taking another sip of your martini.

about me.

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tropicalscream · 16 days

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i get so fuckin feral irt puppyboys. cute dog boy makes me go all in on big doggirl top.

i.loooove picking them up and showing how much stronger i am before biting and licking amd marking and tasting every inch od them and eating their cute puppybutts while they whine and shiver amd fingering them and sucking them off until they cant take it anymore

before i fuck there mouths until the cute lil doggy is dumb and cock drunk then i chomp on their neck and pin them down and shove my fat dicknin them and mate them over and over and over and over till then.cum theri brains out

then to finish up ill sit on their fave make them eat my fat doggybutt snd jack off on their tits ~

all while.givimg them so much praise

#im verse switch and generally prefer to subbttm (.bc i never get to) but this is uuuh yeah #slutweed doge hours

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itzgruvia · 4 months

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Gruvia fanfiction: hurt/comfort, sad and a little bit of fluff by the end.

Warning: mention of self-harm, depression, anxiety, bullying, and blood.

Original posted in AO3

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Juvia was never one to indulge herself into someone's personal business, unless she was asked for.

She was private herself, and she never wanted to ask for help or advice concerning her anxiety disorder, even if she deeply wanted to seek their comfort, but this isn't about Juvia.

it was about her only lover, her sweet man, and compassionate boyfriend.

Through out their intimacy and romantic relationship-which was still developing- they always tried to share their problems, their insecurities, it has been difficult for both, especially for a person like Gray, always wearing a ghost-like shield to separate his friends from his life.

Juvia could say the same thing about herself, mostly because she doesn't want to bother people.

But they went through this, they discussed about it and how they'll try to lean on each other when it gets too hard, and so far they have been showing a little bit of vulnerability.

At least that's what Juvia thought.

It was a late afternoon, Juvia was finally done with her classes and ready to join her friends in the FT salon room, and end the evening with a nap, she can feel a headache coming to upturn her night.

She wanted to take the stairs rather than the elevator, to get her legs pumping after sitting in the hard wooden chairs in her class, it makes her legs numb and uncomfortable, And once she was about to take the next stairs, she heard murmuring, two people were conversing in hushed tones. it didn't take her too long to realize who thery were.

Gray and Erza, of course no one can miss her orotund voice.

Juvia knows they were having a private conversation, something she shouldn't be listening to, but she couldn't budge from her crouching position ( how did she get to crouch in the first place?).

She wasn't jealous, she is very much confident about that, because she knows better than be jealous of Erza, and despite her overriding imagination and her traumatic past that deprived her from having any trust towards her new friends, she believed that Erza is better than a cheating friend. moreover, she wouldn't do this to Jellal, or Gray or to her.

But Juvia had a feeling that this might be something she had to hear, even if she'll feel guilty after it.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Erza asked, rarely does Juvia get to hear worry laced in her voice.

"Yeah" Gray replied, although it took him a brief moment to do so. Matter of fact, she noticed how tired he got in the last few days, but she didn't worry too much about it, she assumed it might be university loads of assignments.

"You know you can talk to me about anything" she assured the boy, a weird sense of worrisome began to crawl over Juvia; why is she pushing him to speak up? must there be some history that Gray didn't bother to mention to her?

"I am alright Erza... trust me" he responded.

there was quietness for a moment, Juvia urged to take a little peak from where she is hiding but she doesn't want to risk being founded, it will cause problems and Gray might even be disgusted and break up with her and all her friends will find her weird and leave her alone like before-

her exaggerated overthinking stopped abruptly when she heard the rustling of fabrics.

she carefully leaned to see that Erza was rubbing his arm in comfort. It was all peculiar to her.... well maybe not new but unusual, especially to Gray, she isn't that affectionate compared to Natsu and Lucy.

Well, if Juvia were to be general, the Red haired woman was never this gentle with anyone but she has her motherly moments.

so this was very surprising for Juvia, and it made the worrying pit in her stomach stronger.

"If ... you have the idea of doin-"

" I am not going to do it" he retorted, in a rather sharp manner, he sighed after a moment.

"I swear it's nothing like that... I'm just tired" he added, less bothered than before.

"Alright... let me know when you need me, okay?" gripping his shoulder gently, Juvia could see the nod of her boyfriend; he agreed.

once they started to move, Juvia panicked for a second, if they do find her here she'll throw a bunch of stuttering words thus making her look like an idiot and ending her perfect romance.

but instead, they both agreed to take the elevator down to the common room ( which made her remember to go there as soon as she undress from her outfit), fortunately for her, she doesn't have to stand in an awkward anxiety inducing situation.

Once she heard their voices disappearing and the sound of the elevator, she slowly left her hiding place and ran upstairs to her dorm floor, all while her brain is racking through what she had heard.

Gray is hiding something from her and he doesn't want to tell her. That's one thing she is confident about.

But what she doesn't know is the content, what he is going through, is it bigger problem than she can imagine? She has never seen Erza that worried and particulary towards Gray.

it says a lot.

the loud chattering of her friends didn't distract her from her circling thoughts about Gray, he was sitting next her, their knees touching while arguing with Lucy about whatever topic that Juvia didn't bother to listen to.

She doesn't know if she should ask him about it, she feels like she might be pushing him into a corner and making him pour out his stress out and that's not something Gray is found of, she knew that by experience and she doesn't want to make the same mistake.

However, she is scared, what if ... it's a huge thing that concerns his life? She knows that Gray tasted that empty sense of life once when he was young, he told her that and Juvia cried by the end which made Gray nervous.

And what if Gray isn't happy? what if he doesn't want to ... go on anymore? she can't always trust his pretty smile, she can't be reassured by that even if she knows him by the back of her hand.

"Juvia?" her beloved's sexy! voice called out to her, while nudging her knee with his slightly. She snapped out of her haze, and looked at him.

he didn't look all worried but the usual frown on his face slightly changed, something that meant that he was observing her silent demeanor.

once she immediately set her eyes on his beautiful handsome face, she fought against the overthinking of hers. Gray would do that no more, not after what he told her; the fact that she was here with him and breathing with him was enough for him to continue living (his words not hers).

so maybe Juvia is overthinking it.

"what are you thinking about?" , he asked.

she blinked, feeling nervous after she got caught dazing in front of her friends, although she couldn't see Lucy in her spot anymore.

"it's nothing, just some assignments to do" she chuckled to hide the nervousness from her voice, but she knows that she failed just by forcing that small laugh from her lips.

Gray kept looking at her, an invitation to vent about whatever is eating her up, but Juvia doesn't know how she can bring forth a subject that concerns him, plus how can she tell him that she was eavesdropping into a private conversation?

.... it's not like she followed them, it was a coincidence.

However, if she stores this worry to herself, it will haunt her tonight, and she has an assignment test tomorrow, she can't afford to go without sleep in her system (not like she never done that before).

Maybe stating it at first won't make it a problem.

"well... I heard something today" she began, fiddling with her fingers in her lap.

Gray leaned on his arms, his elbows on top of his knees, she felt a little bit comfortable talking with the fond gaze that he is wearing in his face.

"I accidentally heard you and Erza talk about something today, in the staircase.." she told him, not daring to look at his eyes.

"Juvia didn't mean to first of all, but based on the conversation, Juvia is feeling a little bit worried about you..."

she finally glanced at him and she felt the anxiety pile up in her stomach.

Gray's face was... conflicting, like he was scared but he is masking it with anger.

" you were eavesdropping? what the hell Juvia-"

"Juvia wasn't! I was taking the stairs!"

"you never take the stairs!"

"i do when I want to walk!" Juvia never wanted to raise her voice at her beloved, but the way he is taking the conversation was ... nerving, as if he is accusing her of discovering a secret door that holds his deepest scars.

he got up from the coach, ready to leave the conversation, running away from it.

"My love, Juvia was just asking!" Juvia tried to follow after him.

"don't ask questions I won't answer Juvia!" he looked back, harsh expression covering the fear in his eyes.

Juvia gathered a moment to breath in, she doesn't want her anger to control her emotion, but it made her feel so unfair, it was so unfair that she got to share her deepest scars, her trauma, her fear, her joy, her sadness.

and he offered her everything, so why is he pushing her away?

" what is it that you are hiding from me?" she asked quietly.

" I don't need to tell you"

"that's so unfair!" she yelled, her fists clenched from her sides, and she finally blurted it out, in she failed on keep her emotions controlled.

she can see her friends coming through the entrance door, concerned over the raised voices. It is actually way more concerning when it's the rarest couples who fight.

Gray looked taken back by Juvia's tone. She rarely does that to anyone, but if she did it towards him, it indicates that there's something bigger.

"i always reach out to you, even when I am afraid" she continued, she felt her face heat up like a furnace.

" so what are you afraid of?"

the question triggered something in Gray. She can see his usual frown vanish from his face, and for a moment she saw him scared, as if she caught a glimpse over his past self.

but Gray clenched his jaw and turned around to leave, Cana and Lucy didn't try to reach out to him, they just let him leave with their mouth agape from what they've witnessed.

Juvia felt the frustration hitting her at once, clenching her hair tightly, she can sense the painful clutch.

she fell back into the couch, huffing in disappointment.

It turns out asking him was a problem.

Gray is hating himself, no matter how much he blasts the music into his ears, it couldn't block the loud noises in his head.

he admits that this was the worst fight he ever had with Juvia, everything was sudden to him, like a slap to his face, Juvia never yelled at him with anger, actually, she never yelled at anyone before.

but it's his fault anyways, he was defensive because he was a coward, who didn't want to show his scars to her. how could he? Juvia was a gentle soul although she always tries to deny it with her past "Shameful acts" of whatever, but everyone has their own piece of tainted wrongdoings.

Gray doesn't care if she killed someone before, she is still that blinding sunlight that engulfs his cold chest with warmth.

and he is afraid that if he pulls up his sweater and shows what he did to his wrists will make her see him in a different way, whether with disgust, fear, or pity.

he had seen those people before. he met them, and he was friends with them before they stripped him from his secret self-harming and pulled down their masks to reveal their true colors.

pity, disgust, fear...

if only Erza hadn't stopped him in the staircase, if only she wasn't so frightened-

Gray sighed, he pulled his headphones away from his ears.

no he thought, here's no one else to blame but me.

come to think of it, Erza had the right to ask him about his wellbeing, he kind of found it hard to keep on the same damned routine of university, and on top of that the unnecessary load of assignments he has to do, it makes him anxious just the thought of them.

but it doesn't matter now, he had another problem to fix...

Gray was never a fan of communication, and after today? he can sure label himself as the worst at communication, he shouldn't have yelled at her, he shouldn't have looked at her that way, she deserves better.

maybe if he could just end it.

"when you face a problem with someone you love, you harvest your self-hater and think that people deserve much better than you do, and then you end everything."

she heard him coming closer to her place, where she is swinging her legs from the rooftop. She would have been terrified if there wasn't another rooftop built right under it, so the fear of breaking a leg or two from a fall is impossible to happen.

she felt a heavy weight over her body, warmth embraced her as she slowly tugged the coat with her fingers, although she wasn't feeling the cold.

she saw from the corner of her eye,Gray shifting his position over the railing of the roof, leaving his legs dangling similarly as hers. she didn't have the courage to look at his face again, which made her frustrated to death, because the silence hanging between them was driving her mad.

should she say something? should she start by apologizing? she could if the heavy lump didn't pressure her from forming words.

"I'm sorry", she heard him say, oh so softly that made her heart hammer with speed.

why should he apologize when she started this whole mess? she opened her lips to argue against who's fault it was, but he beat her into it, " I didn't mean to yell at you"

Juvia finally turned her head to look at him, he was avoiding her eyes and instead looking blowing them, his black messy hair was moved by the wind of the season, and it made him look so ethereal.

she shook her head instead and looked below them as well. She noticed a small creature-probably a squirell- settling himself in one of the tree branches, enjoying his treat.

"Juvia is the one who is sorry, I shouldn't have listened to your conversation.."

" I could have just explained what you heard instead", this time their eyes locked at each other, she feels the heavy awkward air began to shift away alongside the wind.

she would be lying if she said that she wasn't curious about their conversation because she knows that if they don't discuss it right now she will be left with a sleepless night, yet she doesn't want to push him into pouring down his scars if he doesn't want to.

"Juvia doesn't want to pressure you-"

"I want to."

he interrupted her, and Juvia doesn't have a choice but to listen and give in into her curiosity impulse.

Gray took a breath, and Juvia felt the nervousness seeping from him, so she hesitantly offered her hand towards him, she doesn't know if he is comfortable about it or not, so an offering is better than a bold move, like she usually does.

He looked surprisingly at her hand and smiled slightly, grabbing her hand while interlocking their fingers together, "you usually just hold it, why are you being polite?" he said, pointing out the fact that she is impolite when it comes to showing her affection towards him.

Juvia snort:" for now I'll be polite "

she grasped his hand for reassurance, and smiled at him.

"well.." he began, "since you know that I didn't enjoy my life in Korea, and that I had to work a lot and study everyday like some slave, and why my mental health was dropping all the way down" , he stopped for a moment, breathing in through his nose, and exhaling; and Juvia waited patiently, she could even wait for ages she won't mind.

"I used something so I won't try and kill myself"

Juvia's worrying pit started expanding, making her whole body tense with the thoughts running over her head about her beloved hurting himself.

" I used to self-harm."

the blue-haired girl remembers the feeling of being absorbed by fear, how her whole body freezes whenever she encounters a crowd, how the fright will make her shiver non-stop and her mind draws blank. She is familiar with this.

but she never felt fear choking her being like right now.

self-harm.

just the thought of seeing her lover sinking those sharp razors to his wrist so he wouldn't try suicide as an option, she felt like crying.

Gray broke the eye contact between each other, realizing how much of a shock that might have been to her, she can sense how tightly he is holding her hand right now, as if she would run away from him any moment.

"i am sorry" he apologized, he looked dejected, and Juvia could maybe see a glimpse of his old self.

but why is he apologizing? does he think that she'll run away out of disgust from what he suffered? does he think that Juvia would leave him because he had other means to keep himself from dying?

"Do you think that Juvia will leave you?" Gray didn't glance at her, so she grabbed his chin with her hand, turning his head to look at his grey eyes, they were red, ready to brim with tears. "This isn't your fault, and ju via wouldn't even think of leaving your side after opening up to me."

she can feel the tone of her voice quiver, but she held it because her sweet lover man is the one who has the right to tear about it, not her, no matter how much she wants to.

"you are very brave my love." she said softly, cradling his cheek, which were cold under her hand. she knows that he won't believe it, not now at least, it might need time for him to realize how courageous and strong he is, she is aware that he went through this all alone.

"i am not going to leave you alone, Juvia promises on her life."

the lid broke and everything in it scattered out.

Gray cried silently, and Juvia brought his head into her chest, to cradle him from all the pain and the danger of the world, she can sense her own tears ready to fall like a rain shower.

they held each other tightly under the glimmer of the stars and the dark sky, while the whistles of the wind gave them a bittersweet shiver, but all they could feel was each other's warmth.

Gray wants to not give in into his self-blame tendency, and while it's hard, opening up to Juvia made him feel that something clicked, like a puzzle joining to fill a whole picture.

Juvia completes him.

and so they cried, their fingers still locked together and the time passed not knowing for how long they were in each other's embrace. and nobody broke their heartfelt moment.

#gruvia #gray fullbuster #juvia lockser #gray x juvia #fanfiction #attempt of writing #fairy tail #this fanfic lowkey has a universe i made by myself #wink wink

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finickyfelix · 9 days

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Character Voice Tag:

Thanks for the tag @illarian-rambling!

My line: "No I can't get up, there's a cat on my lap."

Knoron: It looks like I won't be able to go anywhere for a while. There's a cat sitting on me. Theri-vin: Why is this cat sitting on me? Doesn't it understand that I have work to be doing? (Pretends to be very annoyed by the cat and acts like he's going to move it any minute but he never actually moves it.) Tsalir: I don't have time for this! I have things to do and this lazy cat doesn't. (Actually does move the cat.) Shylar: I'm afraid I can't get up, since it seems that this cat has decided to take up residence in my lap. My sincerest apologies, but I would hate to disturb it. I'm sure you understand. Talinar (the only character from Honored who actually has a cat): I'm not going anywhere. Sunshine's here. Everything else will have to wait.

Open tag for anyone who wants to rewrite a line in their characters' voices! Your line is "What in the world are you cooking?"

#writeblr #my ocs #wip:honored #character voice tag

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spacebarbarianweird · 3 months

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WIP game

I was tagged by @vixstarria Tagging @not-so-lost-after-all and @brabblesblog

So this is the extract from the longfic about dhampirs - taking place 45 years post-game, it is about adventures of Alethaine Ancunin and other half-vampires she meets on her journey. This is an insight on the lives of 7000 vampire spawns in the Undedark. Alethaine (high elf/necromancer), Mierni (human/wizard, Gale's adoptive sone), Ulsha (Paladin of Lathander/Half-Orc, born in the Underdark), Theris (Tiefling/Bard, non-binary and horny)

The little wizard grasps his staff tighter as Theris slaps his shoulder. "Mierni I have a question. Were you adopted or kidnapped? I mean, let's say guests would come to the renowned Gale of Waterdeep. Would he say "This is Mierni, my son and heir" or he would lock you in the basement? "He…would tell me to go to my room. And sit there quietly." "It's not the answer to my question. And it also doesn't explain why he so easily let you go with us" Theris raises his voice to attract the women's attention. "Oh no, Theris, don't you see?" Alethaine grins. "He just saw how trustful we are." "Trustful?! I do drugs, and your a necromancer. The only moral person here is Ulsha, and she looks like Groomsh's youngest wife! Let alone the fact she is from the Underdark!" Theris pats Mierni's head. "I am sure Gale wanted you dead!" "No, he didn't! He wanted me to see the world!" "And die in the process!" Ulsha doesn't comment on it anyhow. Alethaine comes closer. "How bad was it in the Underdark?" "You really wanna know?" "I do." The Half-Orc chuckles. "It was bad. When the spawns were released from the dungeons, they rushed to the Underdark, murdering, raping, and feeding. It was a bloodthirsty horde worse than then the abyssal demons. Some of them dissapeared to return to their homes, to their past lives, mostly dwarves and drows. But I am afraid many returned to the surface to be vampires, the hunters on the innocent. Among those who remained underground only 1000 were still sane. The others… They are more like animals, than sentient beings. They live in small colonies, like stray cats, and constantly travel looking for prey. As for the sane ones, the "sane" 1000…" Ulsha makes a pause, collecting the thoughts. "Dalyria, one of the "leaders" tried be to their queen or chieftain, whatever. She called it Coven. But soon 1000 divided into 10-15 clans in a neverending war with each other. It's a feud. A fight for food, resources, territory. All the clans were more of less equal until … dhampirs started growing older. Dhampirs became the ultimate weapon - we can sense the presense of vampires, we can stalk them in the running water, in the sunlight, we can starve them… "My clan never pretended they "got" me for any other purpose than to make me their champion, to fight their wars. Dalyria was in rage when she learned and she called upon her sons, the twins, who lived on the surface. They massacred each vampire at me home. It was a bloodshed I had seen before and I wish to never witness again. I thought they would kill me but they showed me the way up to the surface and told me to never come back. The Underdark is no place for dhampirs, it will be our demise should we return there."

#dhampirs of the sword's coast #meet the dhampirs #alethaine ancunin #dadstarion #baldurs gate 3 astarion #astarion bg3 #my fanfic

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beantothemax · 11 months

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top five goblins ive drawn

finally, a GOOD ask/lh

big fan of how he’s sitting in your hand in this one

thinkin about appl…… . … …🍎

me when I fuckign GET you

he’s fuckin scared!!!!!!!!!!

therb ion 👍

thank you for this ask blaze I love any chance to appreciate your goblin theri’s

#asks #spitblaze

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7krxz · 11 months

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ok im just gonna ramble about this epesode

SPOLIER WARNING

wait ranboos mask was blinking when he was saying he wanted to die im like pretty sure it was

if that wasnt ranboo asking us to kill him im actually gonna lose it

frank /was/ a dead person are you actually kiddingme

the slime was blood what. so does that mean in the first epesode the slime was um the slime was. the slime was maybe. was the slime blood

DID HE EAT GUTS ??!?!?!??!?!?

the thing is its like,, ranboo was certain to die wasnt he? he was going to die it was just a matter of time and i hate thinking about it so much

at first i thought these tapes were like different options that could have happen but a lot of people are saying they r different episodes its like so awesome

i thought it was like, multiple things that could happen during the stream, they couldve got caught by those mask guys, they maybe didnt take off charlies headphones, 'the audience' didnt chose die and chose live instead, it was a 50/50 vote, the other options, what coulve happened

ALSO AWW I OVE THIS S MUCH

just how like it shows its a set and it wasnt real is just so cool

they showed this stuff so well,, the voice acting, the acting in general, the music, shwoing everything off it was actually perfect like i wouldnt change anything

AND THIS FREAKING SCENE OMG IT WAS AWESOME JUST LIKE SEEING THAT HE WAS ONE SECOND AWAY FROM BEING CAUGHT AND CAPTURED AND BEING PUT THROUGH LIKE THE 4TH WALL AGIAN IS ACTUALLY ISNANE AAAUGHGBAE(G

WHEN CHARLIE WAS JUMPED BY THAT 'SECURITY' GUY I WAS SO NERVOUS I THOUGHT RANBOO WAS GONNA DIE I THOUGHT THEY WERE BOTH GONNA DIE

im oretty sure charlie died so that um...WHY COULDNT CHARLIE HAVE LIVED AW MAN I MEAN I GET THEYRE THE MAIN CHARACTER AND EVERYTHING BUT MAN

I DONT HAVE SS FOR THE REST OF THESE BUT LET ME TALK ABOUT THEM

during the countdown i was so stressed man i hd knots in my stomac i was just like omg what is going to happen is he going to die right off the bat what do i do do i just sit here do i check his twiiter ot see if he has posted anything?? uhGUA(BHE

i want to take the show and everything away becuase i dont want to be like /omg forget everything did ranboolive just curse/ i get its surpirsing but they put a lot into this, they dont want you to be stuck on that they want you to focas on whats hapening they want you to make theries im just getting annoyied watching stuff that they worked hard on getting ignored just because of one tiny detail

i get it i was surprised when ranboo cursed but please dont just watch it was and then be like whatver all i was here for was the face reval, or whatver H E CURSED WOAHH THATS ALL IM HERE FOR BAY BEE

its so akward getting away from the sersius part ugh

this isnt all i was gonna ramble about i think but i dont have enough screenshots to talk about eveyrthing. nad if i did it would be every second of the vod

im defiintiy making art of this later, ive gotten to the point to where my typing cant even be considered typing anymore lmao

thanks for listenign to me ramble on about a somethingi really like :3c

#genloss spoilers #generation loss #gen loss #genloss #spoilers #im not normal about this expect 1000 more posts on this

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twistedroseytoesy · 1 year

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once upon silvers dreams

sweet silver stuff, hopefuly i wrote him ok, I don't know his character very well.

Another assignment by professor crewel for the dream potion led to mc sitting next to a tree by the forest thinking over who would be ok going into their dream. They know sometimes their dreams were odd due to being from another world. And as an extra part of the assignment was to try and connect more to someone they are aquatinted with but not really friends with.

It was an interesting conundrum for Mc since they knew and had a lot of friends but didn’t have many people that they did know but weren’t friends with. They continued to sit for a while, their thoughts drifting here and there. Then they noticed a few animals around. even more strange were 2 birds carrying a dark jacket to the other side of the tree they were leaning against.

They watched the birds gently drape the jacket over a man with silvery hair, sleeping aginst the tree. The immage reminded them of an old movie they watched a long time ago. They smiled as they hummed a song from it and sat back down, mind wandering. in theri haze they reached for their water bottle but grabbed and drank their potion. They realised once they swallowed then sighed. Quickly writing a note to the man, remembering his name from one of the 2nd and first year mixed classes. Silver.

They quickly fell asleep as they set the note next to him along with the other potion bottle. Silver woke shortly after to his animal friends gently nudging him. Ne hoticed the note and potion.

"dear silver, sorry about the suddenness of this note, I need your help with a dream potion assignment. If you are ok with it, could you drink it and join me in my dreams? I'll owe you a favor. Hope to see you soon Mc"

He looked down at the potion and shrugged, he knew his master was fond of the kind, magicless human, and this potion was just to be a part of their dream. It couldn't hurt to help. So he quickly downed the pink potion and drifted off to sleep once more.

He woke up against a tree his dark coat and hat missing from his uniform. He had his batton out and it nseemed he was practicing against an old dead tree, if the grooves were anything to go by. He felt the need to look for his missing uniform pieces so he started to wander around, until he heard soft singing. Something that felt familiar yet alien to him.

"I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream I know you, the gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam Yet I know it's true that visions are seldom all they seem"

He moved a bush out of the way and noticed Mc danging with some ghosts near the edge of the forest, the ghosts wearing his dorm outfit giggling as they danced around Mc as they sang that intriguing song. "But if I know you, I know what you'll do You'll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream"

they happily hummed as they continued to dance. The entire situation felt familiar yet not to silver as he watched. He suddenly felt the dram push him toward them as they spun toward him.

"But if I know you, I know what you do You love me at once" They sang before Silver started to sing with them. "The way you did once upon a dream" He finished alone sinc eth Mc stopped singing due to their surprise at a new and unfamiliar voice. They looked at the ghost with silver at their back and the ghosts just shrugged before disappearing, letting the clothes they borrowed fall to the ground.

"Oh!" They said now looking at silver and pulling away from him.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you." He said. Moving to grab his stuff.

"Well, it's not that. it's just that you're a... a" They stammered now embarrassed at being caught singing.

"A stranger?" he finished for them. They nodded and looked away back toward where ramshackle would be.

"But don't you remember? We've meet before." he said turning to them, now in his full uniform.

"we-we have?" they said now looking back at him, surprised.

"well of course, you said so yourself, once upon a dream." he finished with a small smile. they smiled back, before moving toward ramshackle. They were about to say something but he started to sing. He as a bit supprised himself but didn't fight as the dream led him along.

"I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream I know you, the gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam" he sang, catching up to them before leading them in a dance through a small field of wildflowers. they looked surprised before they joined his singing. "And I know it's true that visions are seldom all they seem But if I know you, I know what you'll do You'll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream" they finish together. They both snapped out of the strange memory/ scene the dream had them do. Silver quickly pulled away, sighing.

"I'm sorry about that, I don't really know what over came me. forgive me if I confused or startled you." he apologised.

"no, it's ok. I remember that scene. it's from a movie I haven't seen in a while. I think I was thinking about it as I fell asleep... So this is somewhat my fault you had to do that." They said. awkwardly patting his back. He chuckled before looking around at the familiar, yet slightly distorted dream world.

"I hope you got the data you needed for the assignment, I'm unsure how else I can help," he said now looking back at them. They smiled at his kind words and smile.

"All i really needed to know is that it can add someone to my dreams to interact with, so it worked perfectly. Thank you silver." the world started to fade around them both.

"it seems that our dream is ending. Thank you for the experience Mc. Ill try and remember ho we knew each other once upon a dream." he said before they both woke up.

#twst #twisted wonderland #my stuff #my writing #twst x reader #twst parody #parody #twisted wonderland mc #sorry to cut this one short #I'm really struggling to get these stories out #oh well #hope you like it #sorry if I didn't write silver that ell #I don't kno him at all #eventually we will #I just see him as really nice and polite #anyway #roses ramblings #twst silver

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reborrowing · 9 months

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Stranger Swap - First Day, p3 (OLD)

if you are here you're kinda lost. I just don't like deleting things. the actual part three is here.

getting to the part where I get to break things! 🧡

Stranger Swap Masterpost First | Prev | Next Breakfast! Phoebe edges closer to accepting that she's not dreaming. Word Count: ~2300 cws: unreality, brief reference to past abuse, peril? threat of death? that. Taglist (reply/DM/ask to be added): @whumpsday

“Do you think you could be a little gentler this time? You practically threw me on the bed and I don’t have so many pillows in my kitchen.”

Val bit their lip and lowered the hand that held the renter as steadily as they could. They were annoyed at the way they couldn’t keep it from shaking. They were trying so hard to be different from the humans that they’d been around, trying to be safe and comfortable. So far, all that tension had just ensured that they were rough with her anyways.

They braced their wrist against the counter and sucked in a breath as she started to move again.

Val could feel everything she did all at once: leaning forward, planting her feet, the way her muscles twitched, the way her fingers adjusted as she pushed herself up. The sensations of an entire second body. It should have been overwhelming and if they thought about it, it was, but physically it only tickled with all the weight of a stray strand of hair.

They ached knowing that that was their place in the world, and again because they’d lost even that. Val didn’t feel like anything good had been gained by becoming an imitation human.

The renter flinched as she stepped onto the counter. She stopped and leaned back to linger. Val’s hand twitched impatiently at being held down. It was enough to knock her off balance and back towards theri palm. A scrap of paper blowing in the wind.

“Hey, what? Is something wrong?” Val asked with a frown.

Other than everything?

She laughed self-consciously.

“No, um. I’m just not loving how life looks from this angle. Maybe that’s all this really is, a stress dream about what a slob I am. You’re good. Unless you want to clean my counter, then you’re great,” she said.

“Why don’t you just dream it cleaner?”

She paused, making sure to crane her head back far enough that Val could see her exaggerated eye roll. Her spider’s feet shuffled back towards the edge of their palm and finally shimmied onto the counter. (It wasn’t even that dirty.)

“Don’t think I’m not trying to dream this better, but I never was good at that lucid dreaming thing,” the renter said. “I’m kinda surprised that it’s this coherent, like that you came back and all.”

Val bit their tongue. They still couldn’t tell how serious she was about the dream thing. She was either a fantastic liar or fucking insane and they weren’t going to argue with either.

Phoebe’s eyes danced around the kitchen as she looked for somewhere comfortable (or at least tolerable) on the kitchen island. There were dried-up puddles of what she hoped was soap scum splattered everywhere around her and faint sour smell rose out of the sink, preventing her from straying too far in that direction. She kicked aside a couple pebbles of mystery crumbs as she took in the sheer scale of the open space. It felt like a temple or some other architectural marvel instead of her outdated apartment.

“I’m not going to clean up after you, but here. You can sit on this if it's more comfortable,” Val said.

She glanced back and her head swam as Val’s arm suddenly stretched out overhead. She was torn between alarm and curiosity at the movement, which was like a falling tree. Their hand stopped just short of her to set down a rug-slash-folded paper towel.

“I guess it’d be too much to expect you to cook and clean for me, right? Thanks,” she said.

She sat on the edge of the towel and leaned back so she had a good view of their face, just in time to watch it sour again.

“I don’t really…I’m not much of a cook. Don’t you have cereal or something else we could just eat?”

She did. She really didn’t want to try it. Her jaw ached just imagining trying to gnaw through a Cheerio she could wear as a bracelet. Maybe it would be edible if she dunked in milk first, but she wasn’t sure how she would manage that—leaning into a bowl Val was eating from? That sounded way too awkward. And with her coordination, it’d probably end with her taking a bath in their milk.

She ran a hand through her hair as she tried to mentally search through her pantry. It was strange to sit here, on the counter, and be unable to reach anything. She could barely get a good look at anything that had been left out with Val blocking her view. She wished she’d grabbed muffins yesterday, that sounded…honestly, fun, like a cartoon. She paused for a few seconds in half-hearted hope that the dream would conjure them up for her. She sighed and pulled out a knot as she lowered her hand.

“I have bagels, I guess, if you’re feeling too lazy to make anything, over there. I don’t have a toaster though, my roomie kept it when I moved and I keep forgetting to buy a new one,” she said.

“Does that matter?” Val asked, leaning across the chasm between the two countertops. Phoebe took a sharp breath as they dropped the tower of bagels a few feet away from her.

“I don’t know, maybe? Some people toast bagels, I can’t toast anything, I was just letting you know. There’s cream cheese in the fridge though. Knives are over there,” she said, pointing.

“I’m really not picky.”

They really weren’t. Now that they’d calmed, they were strangely agreeable—almost obedient, really—towards whatever she suggested. She wondered if it was really just a new extension of the same fear they’d had when they woke up, that they were just afraid of pissing her off. That still didn’t make any sense. Maybe they were trying to keep her asleep, somehow? Calm? She’d already skipped over that when she fell off the bed trying to get her phone down.

This was still a dream, even if it had been going on for much too long now. She was holding onto that belief until the idea frayed into absolutely nothing. Certainly, she’d wake up before then.

Val opened the fridge. Immediately, that hazy almost-fear Phoebe kept having dropped to her stomach and twisted, screaming that something was wrong, now too loud to ignore. It kicked and churned against her guts. She swallowed before it could crawl up her throat and settle in her thoughts.

Val themself was too surreal. They didn’t align with anything that existed in reality. They were a giant, probably-maybe an alien. Watching them just reinforced that this was all just the end result of eating leftover pasta at forbidden hours. But the refrigerator? She saw plenty of vaguely rectangular buildings that size. Seeing Val rip it open was like watching the facade of an apartment block roll into the street.

They both flinched when Val slammed the fridge closed. She forced a smile when they looked down at her. Nothing was wrong, at least not any more wrong than it had been all morning. They gave her another expression she couldn't quite make sense of. Pity, maybe?

She forced herself not to worry, not to care too deeply. She could be disoriented and dizzy, that was fine, that was perfectly safe, because the worst that would happen was the outcome she was waiting for. She would wake up in her own bed. She was safe.

She watched Val slide the now-literal tub of cream onto the counter and clumsily wrestle a bagel from its pack. They held the knife in their whole fist like a toddler might as they sawed through the bread. Val caught the way she was staring and their posture suddenly stiffened. Their ears pinkened and pressed back into their curls. They hastily swiped a lopsided layer of cheese on the first half of the bagel and shoved it towards her.

She swiped a finger through the cheese and looked up. Val was back to avoiding eye contact. Their jaw tightened as they slapped a thick layer of cheese onto the second half and took a seat at one of the stools. The whole room darkened as they came between Phoebe and the glass door that was way off in the distance, on the other side of the tv room.

“You know I’m not going to eat all this, right?” Phoebe said.

“Mm.”

Giant bagels turned out not to be a very good choice for breakfast either, they were too dense to tear through easily. Val tore off a bite for her, then turned quiet again when she pointed out that it was still larger than her head and not actually that helpful. The cheese was good enough though, even if the texture was strange. She made a joke about being a mouse that Val answered with a really unpleasant scowl.

“Do you need caffeine? Or are you always so moody? I’ve got tea, if you want. If you share, maybe the caffeine’ll wake me up and you can go home or…stop being, I guess,”

“You make it sound so fun. But I think I can do tea.”

They pulled her tea out of the cupboard without further direction, which fueled her lingering suspicion They had definitely been here before. They knew her and they knew the apartment. They looked uncertain about just about everything else, even just basic existence.

Making the tea, for example, went about half as well as their prepping the bagel. Knife to bread was pretty intuitive, but she had to walk them through the steps to steep her tea.

They set something down on the counter by the cup. Phoebe stared at it for a long moment, but it wasn’t until Phoebe picked it up that she was hit with the smell of mint and recognized the threads inside as the cap from her toothpaste. The ridges were deep enough to offer a decent grip, despite its bulk.

Bulk.

It was a toothpaste cap. It was practically a bucket.

She shook her head and forced a smile. Dreams! She leaned over the tea to scoop out a capful for herself and immediately started sweating as the steam engulfed her. She exhaled in uncomfortable surprise and pulled back as quickly as she could.

The tea felt even stranger in her mouth than the bagel crumbs, too viscous to drink normally, like melting jello. She could almost chew it. It made her more curious about what was happening here. Her own spit felt normal in her mouth, which meant it was very much not normal and as impossible as the rest of what had happened to her. A not insignificant part of her wanted to cut into herself to see how her blood was doing.

But dream or not (and it was), it would probably freak Val out, and they were just starting to calm down. Plus, she realized there was no way for her to pull down a decent knife, never mind wield it. A toothpick maybe, if she had any clue where she might have any of those.

Her bucket of tea went quicker than it should have, partially because the texture made it hard to take sips and partially because she was too intrigued by the texture to put it down. Shortly after Val sat down to contemplate finishing the second half of their bagel, she got up for seconds. Val had left the teacup on the kitchen-side of the island after their single (very polite!) sip determined they were definitely more of a coffee person.

She meant to skip up the coaster that Val had set her teacup on just like she had the first time. Instead, she tripped over it. But there was a reason Phoebe didn’t think of herself as a climber. It went in line with a general lack of athleticism and ultimately a poor sense of balance that meant when she tripped, she fell.

She didn't recover with grace.

She caught herself with the spirit of a slapstick cartoon as she tried to avoid the scalding vat.

She fell forward against the side of the teacup, splashing tea onto the other side of the counter. She reached up to steady herself in the same split second her foot landed on the dropped toothpaste cap and rolled out from under her. She fell again, now pulling the whole cup towards her. Her eyes widened as she caught a faceful of steam and she flailed backwards.

Everything around her moved too fast and her thoughts blurred into paste. She felt paralyzed.

She screamed, but she wasn't sure if it was out loud or in her head or out in her real body. This one was falling, that much she could understand. She was staring at familiar laminate flooring from 50 feet up, 45 feet, 40.

She wasn't waking up.

Val's body had already pushed into action by the time they thought to curse or really recognized what was happening. One hand caught the mug before the rest of the scalding liquid could coat the counter and the other hand shot out to catch the renter.

They pinched the rough neckline of her dress. A claw long overdue for filing pressed against her skin, just between her shoulders. Val’s breath shuddered. They were only dimly aware of the hot tea pooling around their knee. She could’ve killed herself. They could have killed her just as easily.

"What are you doing?" they managed to squeak out, long seconds after she was doing anything. The thought of breaking a person, accidentally or otherwise, terrified them as much as the threat of being broken.

They curled their third and fourth fingers around her waist and twisted their wrist so she wasn’t dangling quite so precariously. The teacup clinked against the countertop as they freed their other hand to let her fall softly into their palm.

She landed on her back and stared blankly up at them. She didn’t make any attempt to move.

#gianttiny #gt writing #pppppp I feel like the first half needs trimming and is boring #but I think that's just bc I like to be excited?#either way. good chance I'll come back and edit this one #my writing

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dirthara-dalen · 3 months

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Was tagged by @frauleiiin! Thank you so much for the tag!

3 ships

Canon ship: This is hard to be honest as i don't really do canon ships anymore. It had to pick out of the ones i do have then one of my favs is Anakin/Padme. I grew up watching the prequels and always loved them (ty clone wars for making theri relationship even better)

OC Ship: Ligastar/Theron is my comfort ship if that makes sense

Ship of the week: Right now it's Vilkas/Vector due to how much i'm working on their fics atm

First ship

Oh man...I was like in 8th or 9th grade when the term was finally explained to me. I'd honestly have to say it was either Sailor moon/tuxedo mask or Inuyasha/Kagome.

Last song

Your Mother is Dead - Nicholas Britell (Andor: Vol 3). I have several playlists for various ocs that i listen to while planning out future story beaters etc...ya, I've been spamming this one lately as well as the cover by Jeremy Brauns Music

Currently reading

I cannot remember the last time i was able to sit down and read a book. I struggle to do so due to my ADHD but I have been reading a lot of cookbooks lately so i guess they count? My most recent 3 are 'Stars Wars the ultimate cookbook', the Final Fantasy 14 cookbook, and lastly the critical role cookbook

Last film

I can't really sit through movies anymore as i get bored extremely fast and need something to do at the same time. The last thing I watch and actually still am watching is Classic Time Team!

Currently craving

My aunts homemade mac and cheese but i'm too lazy to make it. After she passed away years ago i was left to decipher her secrets and am the only one in the family who can make it exactly like her :D

I tag @eorzeashan @lanabenikosdoormat @kemendin and @swtorpadawan

no pressure in doing this and sorry if you've been tagged before

#swtor #i love doing these things

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colorisbyshe · 2 years

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man im sorry you keep getting ace discourse questions. youre too cool for this

It's fine. I know to some 14 year olds it's a very pressing that they think really matters. We're watching the rise of global fascism and the horrific effects of climate change devastating the most vulnerable people who cannot escape... but to some people, whether or not cishets can reclaim "queer" and sit at the cool kids table is the most manageable topic they can put on their plate.

Listen, to avoid future asks because I DID just get an influx of followers, I will put my thoughts out plainly:

Aphobia isn't real. It can't be.

Asexuality doesn't any shared experiences or identity to be oppressed. By that I mean, asexuals can be straight, gay, bisexual, or aroace, there is no shared gendered attraction. And "asexuality" can mean totally aroaceness, just a lack of sexual attraction, or a complete lack of sexual desire. Aces can want sex, consent to having sex they don't want, or just not want sex. Aces can even feel sexual attraction (demi, lithro, grey). When you make your identity a spectrum that includes the opposite of what your identity is... you no longer have an identity.

If you do not have an identity with a pool of shared ideology or experiences or even more abstract things like desires... there is no basis for oppression.

People DO face discrimination for not having sex and lacking sexual desire but that discrimination is more heavily tied misogyny and ableism, maybe misdirected homophobia. Most of the time, it isn't even tied to misogyny, it IS misogyny—it's just basic flavor rape culture.

On the flip side, people also face discrimination for having sex and having too much or the "wrong" sexual desire. For many marginalized groups, that means having ANY sexual (or romantic, shout out to the aros who think they're oppressed) desire at all.

So, if a celibate cisgender straight woman who feels sexual desire but just doesn't want to act on it is being harassed for turning down a man, is that aphobia? No. That's rape culture, baby.

And then there are aces and even aroaces who have sex, want sex, are kinky, and love to flaunt it. What aphobia are they facing? This means a non-ace woman is facing more "aphobic" discrimination than an actual, supposed asexual.

Aphobia is not real.

A culture made to punish and demand sexual desire IS real.

And, unfortunately, a lot of rhetoric within the ace community ends up reinforcing that rape culture, hurting their own cause. So, even if I did think a cisgender, straight person who MAYBE lacks sexual attraction and mAYBE doesn't want sex is somehow oppressed and that all cisgender, straight people who face oppression are LGBT, I wouldn't... want to associate with a group bent on regurgitating conversion therapy classics like "You can healthily have sex with people you aren't attracted to" and "You can be sexually gay but romantically straight" (Mormons fucking love that one!).

In a society where so many people ARE pressured into sex they do not want, I do not want to associate with people using the same talking points as sexual abusers, only this time they're using it to justify why cishets can still be queer or whatever.

I really, genuinely wish the best to people who are truly asexual, truly aromantic, who ARE getting shit for their lack of desires, but the communities they belong to need to be fixed before they can even call themselves LGBT alllies, let alone LGBT community members.

And I think a lot of people need to work on themselves and acknowledge that maybe a lot of rhetoric in their communities are just a way to distance themselves from theri sexual and romantic inclinations and any shame they may associate with them, rather than providing "real" identity.

Cause a "straight" man who really, really wants to fuck other men is obviously in denial. So what can we say about an ace who really wants to fuck their partner?

Entertaining this denial only hurts aces and LGBT people in the long run. And if we can't have that discussion honestly, there is no reason for me to entertain the idea of giving LGBT resources, spaces, platforms to our oppressors. Cause even if cishet aces are oppressed, even the most oppressed people on the planet, being oppressed doesn't cancel your role in LGBT oppression. Cishet women are oppressed, face systems of oppression much more closely linked to homophobia and transphobia than aphobia would be, and yet still don't belong in our community, so why would any other cishets belong?

I don't think this view is hateful. I would LOVE to dismantle the rape culture that hurts aces and non-aces alike. I would love to have fruitful dialogues about the pressure to have sex you do not want and how isolating the single life can be or whatever the fuck. A lot of these conversations have already been happening in feminist spheres but let's have another go. (Cause, if I haven't made it clear enough, "aphobic" concerns are actually just feminist concerns.) But if my views make anyone think I'm aphobic... sure. Homophobia and transphobia describe systems of oppression but if a slightly blunt pushback on a tumblr ask is aphobia, then I guess we have a new definition for the "phobic" suffix in this context. Redefining words is an ace community classic, so I'm not surprised.

Anyways, I think I've hit most major points for any newcomers. I will not be accepting new asks on this topic (even asks that agree with me or want to add more); I will just link y'all to my wishlist or to a song I want everyone to listen to.

This is my final word on the subject... unless I find a truly novel thing to say. Or I'm just in the mood to rant. But I'll be doing that on my terms, not to play a game with any new anons.

(That said, thanks anon for this ask, I'm not mad at you, lol. Just had to get this out cause I've gained a lot of followers today and can sense drama on the horizon.)

#q slur cw #ace discourse i fucking guess man

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