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redwayfarers · 11 months

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one of those days

Fandom: Wayfarer IF Ship: Cassmel (Cassander x Melchior) Characters: Cassander Inteus (OC), Melchior Larkspur Words: 1084 Rating: Gen Summary: Cassander has a bad mental health day. Fortunately, he doesn't have to face it alone. Read on AO3

The day drags like nobody’s fucking business. It’s real fun having nothing to do with your time, you know - the half open book stares at me in accusation from the table, half done weave shakes its threads in disappointment. I told myself I’d finish it today, but when I woke up I found that my hands just refused to do it and would’ve rather broken the whole thing apart than finish it. The book could’ve easily met the same fate if I didn’t have enough wherewithal to just step back and declare myself useless for the day.

But cooking needs to be done. It’s not a question of want as much as it is a question of need, after all. We all need to eat. If you don’t eat you starve. And since I don’t particularly like starving, I managed to drag myself to the kitchen and listen to the chop chop of the knife. There are downsides, though, as there usually are. Chop chop is so routine that I could do it blind, so the part of my head that’s not focused on making sure I don’t cut my own fingers off is free to wonder.

And gods do I wonder. I’ve since stopped keeping track of what about, but that’s where I am now.

Theokleia came to mind at some point, unbidden. Maybe after the brief sighting of my face in the window. Maybe after the errant curl of hair fell in my eyes and I had to move it away. She wouldn’t cook, obviously. She has people to cook for her. She has fancy makeup and hairpins and decorative battle knives on her walls. And maybe she’s laughing now, having a grand old time, drinking at a party and whispering in another rich asshole’s ear.

Maybe Aiantes listens too. Does she keep the hairpin he gifted her decades ago, before my very eyes, when all I got was a stern look to shut the fuck up? Maybe she wears it across the hall, and maybe he smiles when he sees it shining in the magic lights. Maybe he even removes it later in the privacy of their bedroom.

Maybe I don’t really wanna think about my parents fucking, exactly. Brain, stop being weird.

“You’re murdering that poor eggplant,” Melchior says out of nowhere. “What has it done to you?”

I turn around and set the knife down. “My parents have sex. In general. In Vestra, too. I know the exact bedroom. Big bed, fancy ass curtains. Roses on the sheets. The mwah mwah sounds. All the good stuff.”

“Your… parents?” Melchior blinks. “Cassander, you have three siblings. It’s highly likely that they do have sex. Assuming nothing’s taking the place of that poor vegetable.”

“Yeah, I know. It’s a really simple thing, too. And my parents are doing it.”

“And here it’s where you lose me,” he says slowly. He has two big books of accounts in his hands and he looks so disheveled it makes me want to mess his hair up even more. “What do…” He sighs. “It’s been that kind of day, no?”

I laugh weakly. “Yeah. My brain's all weird. One thing led to another and here I am, mentally in my parents’ bedroom. Where I wasn’t normally allowed when I was a kid, too, even in non-fucking circumstances.” I look at my feet and wiggle my toes. “I am… I just..”

“Do you want to talk about it?” His voice is kind and gentle and it hits like cold water in a parched throat. He puts the books down and walks over, takes my hand in his and the world feels less loathsome all of a sudden.

“I don’t want to be angry anymore.” There it is. I’m getting better at figuring these things out. What a strange idea, actually understanding what’s behind all the weirdness in my head on a given day. “Don’t think there’s much to talk about. I just– I don’t want to think about my mother. But she comes unbidden sometimes, she’s a fucking weed of a person like that, and I get all– like this. Gods, I’m so shit at saying things.”

“I understand you perfectly well, if that has any merit,” he offers. “You’re not half as bad at saying things as you think you are.”

“You don’t count,” I say. It feels as though a weight’s been lifted off my shoulders, though. “You’re just trying to make me feel better by saying that. It doesn’t count.”

“Is it working, though?” He smiles softly. I bury my head in his shoulder.

“I hate you so much,” I whisper against the fabric of his shirt. He’s still holding my hand. “But seriously now. Were you.. Did you have any plans for.. This exact moment?”

“I was just about to get myself a cup of tea,” he says and kisses the side of my head. His hair tickles my ear. “Do you want me to prevent any more vegetable murder?”

“That’d be great. We gotta eat something and I’m the big bad vegetable murderer, as we both know.”

“Really scary, yes,” he laughs softly. I don’t reply, but I make no movement whatsoever, soaking up the warmth and the ease of his presence. He seems content to stay like this for the time being, oblivious to the life of a whole company of actors around us, and his free hand rests loosely on my waist. “I’m proud of you, though,” he adds after a while. “You were able to identify what was distressing you and asked for help.”

Any joke I might’ve had to those words dies on my tongue, heavy and sordid and venomous. He’s just saying things because I’m obviously not doing good for the most part, but a part of me wants to believe him. I want to be worthy of his pride but I’m not sure if I really am. “Didn’t solve shit, Mel,” I say instead, because that’s easier. Because it comes faster and more naturally. Because it shelters from this oppressive feeling that I might not be such a fuck-up after all. “I’m still as angry as I was before. Being able to say my mother’s a bitch doesn’t change shit.”

“It’s better than it was before,” he hums. “But let us cut those vegetables.” His voice turns small and private and easy. “Honestly, between the two of us, being responsible is very boring sometimes.”

And the world really does feel less loathsome for a while.

#wayfarer #wayfarer if #inspo birb has come to town #wayfarer mc #cassander inteus #melchior larkspur #cassander x melchior #wayfarer fic #is this self-indulgent? yes #but do i wanna work on my short story? no #so this is what i do #also long time no cass fic #think we need some #a palette cleanser if you will #my writing

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nostalgink · 2 years

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Just saw Rae's comments to your one post and have to correct this. And since I can't comment it I just send you an ask. XD (I hate myself to defend him rn, but let's just hate him for stuff he really did.) Claire is NOT from Sparrow. Claire was created to diss Sparrow. Ian Brill wrote Toy With Me. Apparently Sparrow got a thing for characters with the usual stereotype hourglass figure (breast, itsy bitsy tiny waist and thicc booty) and redheads. 1/?

See yeah I heard about some of that through the grape vine and reading around. Some friends and I were talking about how riddled with fighting some of these plot points are. I see what the diss is now, but it still seems like a weird way to fight lol. Also it's so funny he's like a weird kinnie about it to. Like bro you kin the joker not Quackerjack. Which as a side note to add if he's the irl that also makes him a furry???????? So that twitter statement is like..... look in a mirror?????? Who gave him the audacity he should have it revoked. He doesn't kin the clown, he kins the whole fucking circus. There are so many wtf layers to this shit. At the end of the day though I think the best thing about all this is a Queer woman replaced him for the new one. It's some of the biggest cosmic irony ever. I've gotten to pleasure of getting a response from her too. Just all around seems very sweet and approachable and it's so fucking refreshing.

I do get "you will be pleased" gives me so little to go off of, but it puts me at ease. I just want to live in a world again where this isn't their relationship in the comics.

#The Sparrow Incident #jack flaps #didn't mean to go rambling on but I wanted to add some good news into my posts about this.#a palette cleanser if you will

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daisynik7 · 10 months

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Nanami adores you. Absolutely, unconditionally, infinitely adores you.

He loves the way your lashes flutter right before you wake up, your bleary eyes instantly brightening when he flashes that good morning smile at you, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. He loves it when the two of you brush your teeth together in the bathroom, sharing the sink, nudging elbows, smirking at one another with toothpaste foaming in your mouths. He loves the sound of you humming the song of the week in the kitchen, preparing your coffee in the same mug you use every day. There is the tiniest crack on the handle from when it slipped from your grasp while you were washing dishes over a year ago, distracted by his hands around your waist, kissing the nape of your neck.

He loves how excited you get when you roam the farmer’s market on Sundays, intrigued by every single stall, delighted to try a different food truck than the previous week for lunch. The two of you share croissants this time, one of Nanami’s favorites, and he just loves watching you take a bite of it, flakey crumbs catching on the corner of your mouth. Because he loves reaching over to you, tracing the outline of your lips, wiping it away as you grin at him.

He loves the lazy afternoon naps with you, snuggled closely on the couch, a movie you’ve seen before playing quietly in the background. He cradles you in his arms, listening to your soft, steady breathing. He memorizes it; cherishes it. Having been thrown into the world of Jujutsu Sorcery, Nanami realized when he met you that he will never take any of this for granted. He loves everything about you, even the most mundane, ordinary things. It reminds him that he’s human, that he’s capable of living a normal life, not just one doomed in the hands of a curse. He can experience love in the purest form, all because of you. There’s nothing more special to him than that. No one more special to him than you.

#nanami kento #kento nanami #nanami fluff #nanami kento fluff #kento nanami fluff #nanami x reader #nanami x you #nanami fanfic #nanami drabble #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen nanami #jujutsu kaisen fluff #a palette cleanser after all the nanami smut I wrote LOL #divider by @/saradika #nanami imagines #jjk nanami

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murdrdocs · 8 months

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taking a bath w stiles … [inspired by this] references to sex but nothing but fluff !!

it’s nothing short of innocent and domestic: a bath ran with the bubbles and oil you’d been saving for a special occasion. the night wasn’t necessarily a special occasion, but the way stiles had fucked you was definitely special. almost all of your long standing fantasies fulfilled, bringing you to your peak over and over again, to the point where your body had absolutely no interest in taking you to the bathroom.

you’d quickly gained interest, though, whenever you smelled the fresh scent, one of your favorite aromas wafting through the open bathroom door and straight to your nose.

stiles had coaxed you into the bathtub, a promise of letting you be the big spoon working to convince you to take the shirt you had just put on off, and climb in before him.

you end up with stiles sat between your legs, both of you submerged in bubbly-oily water as stiles takes one of your hands in his and kisses along your knuckles. he tells you about his day, toying with your fingers, absent of any rings for once. you listen thoughtfully, the warmth from the water and your favorite boy almost coaxing you into a slumber.

that is, until stiles prompts you with a question.

“are you even listening to me?” the question was simple, but you jumped in your spot against the porcelain, eyes snapping open as you stared into stiles’ amber ones that displayed nothing but amusement.

“what? oh, yeah. definitely …” your statement is loose, clearly a lie, and stiles chuckles softly.

he presses his lips to yours, a soft chaste kiss that makes you smile, dazed and hazy.

“‘s okay,” he tells you, giving you two more chaste kisses before he settles in for a longer one.

your lips move in tandem, a perfectly rehearsed dance from constant practices. just like always, your hand finds his hair, soapy fingers tangling in the waves at the back of his head. stiles sighs, the tip of his pretty nose pressing into your cheek as he slowly raises one of his hands to cup your cheek.

when he pulls away, he kisses your other cheek, unable to keep his lips off of you for long enough to speak. somehow, he manages it.

“d’you think we could fuck in here?”

you laugh, unable to help it, your head thudding back against the tub. “you’re depraved,” you tell him, meaning it while also being too lovesick to notice what you’re saying.

he brings your head back level with his, the grip he has on your cheek maneuvering you as he wishes.

he leans in, lips move against yours when he speaks. “still not answering my question.”

#kinktober palette cleanser #bc my bsf asked for it #the things i do for her 🙄#stiles stilinski x reader #stiles stilinski #stiles stilinski x you #stilesworld!#celeste writes misc #teen wolf x reader

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viviraptor-art · 8 months

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after their loss in battle city, two former champions take a moment to confide in each other.

i've always wondered how a relationship between these two would pan out behind the scenes... would they already consider themselves "friends" once battle city rolls around, or still just fellow duelists? either way, weevil doesn't seem to care much for personal space.

bonus close-up and sketch under the cut:

(the emote i drew beside them really speaks for itself)

#yugioh duel monsters #shrimpshipping #weevil underwood #rex raptor #insector haga #dinosaur ryuzaki #yugioh #ygo #digital art #fanart #you ever start sketching an interesting pose and end up pouring your entire heart (20+ hours) into the final product. yeahhh #and uh you could consider this a palette cleanser for the shrimp angst im posting tomorrow. but you didnt hear that from me.#alt text

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swamp-chicken · 2 years

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for the writing prompts, maybe ethubs with “you’re my happy place” “dont get cheesy on me” hehe - 👻

Sorry you waited a month for this LOL

happy place 2903 words // cw intoxication, alcohol use

Bdubs was fast asleep, dreaming of something pleasant like horsies or rabbits, when he was woken abruptly by a loud clatter. Bdubs was instantly wide awake. Bdubs’ clock, barely visible in the moonlight, showed it was past midnight.

The monolith was mob-proof, but Bdubs had still been surprised a few times. Once, he had been woken up by a rogue skeleton that must have snuck in a window. Now… he peered through the dark, eyes focusing immediately on a shadow closing in on him. Bdubs shrieked and flung a pillow at the creature.

“Agh! Bdubs, it’s me!”

Bdubs slowly lowered the second pillow he held at the ready. “Etho?”

The figure drew nearer, and yup, it was Etho, hair shining silver in the moonlight. He stumbled into Bdubs’ nightstand. “Ow.”

Bdubs frowned. “Um, what are you doing here? Are you okay?” Bdubs kept Etho’s bedroom in the basement clean in case Etho wanted somewhere to crash near spawn, but this was very much not Etho’s bedroom.

“‘M fine,” Etho said, “just wanted to see you.” He tipped forwards onto Bdubs bed.

Bdubs scrambled back towards the wall. “Are you… are you drunk?” No. Impossible. Bdubs had known Etho for years, and the guy—while he had no issue consuming massive amounts of caffeine—mostly steered clear of alcohol.

In fact, Bdubs had only seen Etho drink once before. An evening long, long ago, in another world with another group of people. A little server get-together. They had been much younger then, Bdubs still tripping over himself to impress Etho. His stomach had given a flip, then, when Etho had chosen to sit next to him.

They were sitting on the ground, a couple of nearby dirt-and-timber houses the only infrastructure in this newly-discovered world. Genny passed some beers to Bdubs, and Bdubs offered one to Etho just to be polite. Etho had always demurred in the past, choosing instead to quietly watch them all make drunken fools of themselves. Usually he would cut out early, when things started to get too rowdy, and went back to his base alone. That night, though, Etho had taken the proffered beer from Bdubs’ hand with a shy smile.

Bdubs grinned. “You finally joining us plebs?”

“It’s a special occasion,” Etho defended, cracking open the can. “New world and everything.”

It was a new world, Bdubs marveled. Unexplored, unbuilt, and Etho sitting at his side.

The conversation that night was winding, people making plans, making toasts. Bdubs quickly learned that Etho laughed more when he drank. Bdubs liked making his friends laugh, he liked entertaining them, but there was something special about the way Etho leaned into Bdubs’ side while he laughed breathlessly. Something that made Bdubs’ chest warm.

As the night wore on, Etho leaned into Bdubs’ side more and more heavily, and Bdubs increasingly began to put on a performance for one.

“Hey, are you two listening?” Guude’s voice snagged Bdubs attention.

He reluctantly unstuck himself from Etho’s side. “What’d I miss?”

Guude gestured around the circle. “We’re deciding who’s building the nether hub this season. No one’s volunteered.”

Bdubs glanced around the group, most of whom were sitting silently. He cleared his throat. “I mean, Genny and I worked on the expansion last season… If you really needed someone, I guess I could…”

Etho leaned forward. “I’ll do it,” he said.

Bdubs glanced at him sidelong. “Really?”

Etho shrugged, smiled at Bdubs. “Yeah, it sounds fun.”

Bdubs found himself smiling back. “Yeah, it could be fun. I’ll help, too.”

Guude stifled a laugh. “Then that’s that. You guys are the nether hub team. Now you can go back to… whatever you were doing.” The group started chattering to each other again, a tone of relief in their voices.

Bdubs turned to Etho. “You know, they’re going to hold you to that. You can’t wiggle out of it by claiming you were under the influence.” Bdubs grimaced, remembering some past promises he had made while tipsy.

“I know.” Etho seemed unconcerned. “I really have been wanting to work on something big. A community project.” He hesitated a moment. “Something with you.”

“Aww,” Bdubs said. It took every ounce of his dwindling self-control not to leap to his feet and punch the air. Etho wanted to work with him. “Well, it’s going to be awesome. Got any building ideas in that genius head of yours?”

Etho settled back against Bdubs’ side. “Maybe,” he said, fighting a smile. “You’ll have to wait and see.”

“It’s gonna be so cool,” Bdubs blabbered. “I want to do something massive. Something with a dome? Like, a cathedral or something—”

Etho laughed, stifling a yawn.

Bdubs broke off. “Hey,” he said, wrapping an arm around Etho. “Tired?”

Etho nodded into Bdubs’ shoulder. “Should probably go to bed.”

Bdubs stood, brushing the dirt off his pants. “Come on, then.” He offered Etho a hand.

Etho rose to his feet, stumbling into Bdubs as he did. He was maybe a little more drunk than he seemed.

Bdubs was, too. “I’ll walk you back to your house. Protect you from any creepers.”

Etho snorted, leaning forward into Bdubs space, so close that Bdubs’ heart skipped a beat. “Right, you’ll protect me.”

Bdubs straightened indignantly. “What, you don’t believe me? I’m a stone-cold monster killing machine. Creepers run from me, skeletons cower in fear!”

Etho was giggling helplessly. He pulled Bdubs towards him and it took a moment for Bdubs to realize he was being hugged. “I’m so glad I met you, Bdubs,” Etho said into Bdubs’ hair, voice curling with fondness.

“O-Oh—“ Bdubs stuttered, his heart suddenly pounding. “That’s very… You’re sweet.”

Etho pulled back and his eyes were crinkled into a smile, warm. “I think I can make it back on my own. Thanks for offering, though.” His gaze traced over Bdubs’ face, lingering long enough that heat rose in Bdubs’ cheeks. “Goodnight.”

Bdubs swallowed. “‘Night,” he replied, but Etho was already walking away.

That had been the first and last time Bdubs had seen Etho drunk. After that, he kept up with his old habits. Refusing drinks, leaving before things got too rowdy. But something had changed between them. The warmth that blossomed in Bdubs’ chest when he saw Etho, the answering warmth in Etho’s eyes. The nether hub that they had sunk countless hours into, that had turned out even more glorious than Bdubs had imagined.

It had been a good night.

And now here Etho was, lying facedown in Bdubs’ bed and very clearly intoxicated.

“N’mnk,” Etho said, muffled against the blanket.

“Come again?"

Etho wiggled forwards, swinging his legs on to the bed.

“Shoes!” Bdubs shrilled.

Etho huffed against the mattress and kicked his shoes off. They landed on the floor with a thud. He turned his head to the side, out of the way of the blanket, and tried again. “‘M not drunk. Cub had me test some new potions.”

“Right… potions.”

“I was walking by Keralis’s place, and he and XB invited me in, asked me to try Cub’s new concoction…” Etho trailed off, blinking into the distance. “Oh my goodness. Those were drinks. I am drunk.”

Bdubs laughed. “What, you didn’t know?”

Etho seemed a little dazed. “I was wondering why Keralis seemed so surprised when I agreed to take a shot.”

Bdubs choked. “They were shots?”

Etho glanced at Bdubs and cracked up.

“Oh, brother,” Bdubs snickered, unable to hold in his own laughter. “You need a chaperone.”

Etho squirmed himself further onto the bed. “Maybe.”

Bdubs smiled down at him. “I kept your place downstairs just how you left it. Want me to get you set up down there?”

Etho hummed noncommittally.

“Ah,” Bdubs said. “You want to stay up here so I can tell you a bedtime story.”

Etho giggled and wiggled closer. He was practically in Bdubs’ arms by now. “Yeah, that’s it.”

Bdubs heart gave a little thrill, like it did every time Etho came near. Right, a story. He cleared his throat with a dramatic flair. “Once upon a time there was a guy name Etho. He was an okay redstoner, I guess. Maybe even decent. Then one day he met Bdubs, who taught him everything he knew…”

Etho laughed. His face was very close. “I think I know this one.”

Bdubs wanted to smooth the hair out of Etho’s eyes but he kept his hands firmly where they were. One propping his head up, the other braced against the bed, almost curled against Etho’s chest.

“You’ll let me stay the night, right?” Etho asked, quietly.

“Of course.” Bdubs’ mouth was dry.

Etho’s eyes were shining in the dark. He reached out and cupped Bdubs’ face, hand warm. Bdubs was frozen, he felt pinned down by the featherlight touch of Etho’s thumb tracing the line of his cheek. “You always take such good care of me,” Etho murmured. “Thank you.”

Void knows you need it. The quip was right there, ready to be lobbed at Etho so the moment could be laughed off and Bdubs could roll over and go back to sleep.

Bdubs didn’t want to laugh the moment off. He nervously wet his lips with his tongue, Etho distractedly tracking the movement with his eyes. “Well, I care,” Bdubs said instead. A little too honest, a little too exposing.

Etho smiled. He pulled his hand off Bdubs’ cheek but shifted closer, Bdubs’ knuckles bumping against his sternum. Bdubs lifted his hand obligingly and then Etho was actually in his arms, smiling at him dopily. Bdubs stroked his hand down Etho’s back and tentatively dropped the arm propping his head up, lowering himself down until he and Etho were level, their noses almost touching. They made uncomfortable eye contact for a long moment.

At least, it was uncomfortable on Bdubs’ end, his heart rushing in his ears, feeling like he had just scraped off a layer of skin telling Etho he cared. Etho seemed completely at ease, however, his eyelids lowering with each second that passed. Bdubs snorted. Etho was falling asleep.

“Hey,” Bdubs said, wanting to get an answer before Etho nodded off, wanting to at least try and level the playing field. “Why did you come see me? Really.”

Etho’s eyes were mostly closed. “Bedtime story,” he said, and chuckled at his own joke.

Bdubs rolled his eyes.

“No—“ Etho’s voice was so quiet Bdubs had to strain to hear it, despite how close they were lying. “I told you, I just wanted to see you. You’re my happy place.”

Bdubs felt like he had been hit by a truck. “Don’t—don’t get cheesy on me,” he stammered.

Etho blinked one eye open, peeking at Bdubs face. He flushed at whatever he saw there, then resolutely rolled over, his back to Bdubs.

“Hey!” Bdubs whispered hoarsely.

There was an unmistakable smile in Etho's voice when he murmured, “Goodnight.”

———

Bdubs woke early, like usual. Etho was still passed out in his bed, snoring soundly. He had rolled back towards Bdubs in the night, tucking his head against Bdubs’ shoulder. Looking at Etho curled against him, there was a pressure in Bdubs’ chest that was almost painful. He didn’t want to investigate it too deeply

Bdubs decided to get up instead. He carefully dislodged himself from Etho’s embrace, dressing himself and dithering around his room. Etho didn’t budge the whole time. Bdubs stood in his doorway for an extra moment, watching Etho sleep, before remembering himself. Right, he had things to do today.

His first task was some inventory-taking. His storage was a mess by now, shulkers practically carpeting the floor of the monolith. He sorted through them until he found what he needed for his next project, organizing it as he went. After an hour there still hadn’t been a noise from the bedroom. Bdubs was a little concerned by now.

Bdubs had an old potion recipe tucked up his sleeve, one that had come in handy after many a late evening with good company and good drinks. He didn’t use it that much these days, but he could still brew it without much thought or effort. He was only a few minutes at his brewing stand. Bdubs stoppered the bottle and carried the final product upstairs.

Etho was still lying in Bdubs’ bed, covers drawn up to his nose. His eyes were open. He gave a guilty start as Bdubs walked in.

“How are you feeling?” Bdubs asked dryly.

“Horrible,” Etho answered. His voice was muffled by the blanket.

Bdubs snorted. “Here, try this.” He held the potion out.

Etho’s snuck an arm out from under the covers and snatched the potion out of Bdubs’ hands. He brought it close to his face, inspected the contents of the bottle with his brow furrowed. He glanced at Bdubs suspiciously.

Bdubs could have gotten offended by Etho’s obvious mistrust, but the vision of Etho in his arms, giggling and relaxed, was too fresh. He swallowed a laugh instead and sat at the edge of the bed. “Relax, it’s a hangover cure, not a special ‘concoction.’”

Etho, apparently satisfied by that explanation, uncorked the bottle and downed it with one swig. He grimaced at the taste, but Bdubs was no slouch at potion-making. A second later, Etho’s eyes widened. “Wow, that’s strong.”

Bdubs sat back against the bed post, crossing his arms smugly. “Now does Bdubs know his stuff or what?”

Etho sat up, tentatively, leaning against the headboard. The blankets pooled in his lap. He worried his lip, glanced towards the door and then back at Bdubs again. “Thanks,” he said quietly.

This was normally the part where Etho would be scrambling out of the room, calling goodbye over his shoulder, and Bdubs wouldn’t see him for a few weeks. But for some reason, Etho wasn’t moving from his spot on the bed. He picked at his fingernails instead.

Bdubs let the silence stretch awkwardly. He was curious where this might go.

Finally, Etho spoke up. “Did I… say anything last night?”

Bdubs bit down on the smile twitching at the corner of his lips. “You mean last night, when you broke in to my room?”

Etho pressed his lips together and nodded.

“Last night, when you climbed into bed with me?”

Stiffly, Etho nodded again.

“Yeah, you said something.”

“Bdubs,” Etho whined. His face was red with mortification.

Bdubs let out a bark of laughter and Etho glared at him. “You said cute stuff! Like how I was your happy place!”

Etho covered his face in horror. “I did not.”

“Oh, you did,” Bdubs grinned. “It’s fine, though! You don’t have to be embarrassed or anything.”

Etho groaned, his face still buried in his hands.

“You really shouldn’t be embarrassed, though.” Bdubs fidgeted, then spoke before he lost his nerve. “’Cuz I feel the same way.”

Etho slowly pulled his hands away from his face. His brow was creased, expression impossible to read.

Bdubs leapt off the bed, stomach clenching wildly. “Yup! So. I’ll see you later. Gotta get to work.” He turned to leave.

Etho lunged forward and grabbed Bdubs’ wrist. He blinked up at Bdubs, looking surprised by his own actions.

“What?” Bdubs asked.

Etho pursed his lips. “Bdubs… that’s so cheesy.”

“That’s what I said!”

Etho was just staring up at him, eyes wide. “You—“ he started, then cut himself off. His expression firmed. He rose to his knees and reeled Bdubs in by his wrist. Bdubs stumbled towards him, confused.

Etho was bracing himself for something, eyes darting around Bdubs’ face. And then, abruptly, he leaned forward and pressed a firm kiss to Bdubs’ lips.

Bdubs froze, heart knocking painfully against his ribs. This was… Etho was…

Etho drew back, scanned Bdubs’ face anxiously.

“Oh,” Bdubs managed to say, voice weak.

Disappointment flickered across Etho’s face.

Bdubs shook himself. Surely Etho didn’t think… Etho couldn’t think… Did he not know how Bdubs felt?

Bdubs scrambled. “No, wait, I mean… here.” Bdubs took a deep breath and smoothed his hands along Etho’s cheeks, watching Etho’s gaze soften. He pulled Etho towards him and kissed him gently. More gently than Etho’s kiss, at least. Not that it was a competition or anything.

Etho melted against Bdubs, the tension falling out of him, and then they were kissing in earnest; Etho’s mouth moving against his, hesitantly, but with more assurance after Bdubs gave an encouraging hum. They were kissing, Bdubs moving his hands to cup Etho’s jaw, tilting Etho towards him. Etho’s hands settling lightly on his waist.

Bdubs pulled back, chucking Etho affectionately under the chin. “There.”

There was a flush staining Etho’s cheeks. “What, that’s it?”

“Yeah, I got stuff to do,” Bdubs said with a smirk, rocking on his heels.

Etho narrowed his eyes.

Bdubs snorted at his expression, stomach fluttering. “I guess I could be persuaded to stay a little longer…”

Etho tugged Bdubs down on to the bed. “I don’t know why I need to persuade you, since I’m your happy place and all.”

“It doesn’t work like that! You said it first, so you can’t tease me without teasing yourself.”

Etho hardly seemed to hear him. He was staring at Bdubs mouth again, expression hungry.

“Oh, fine,” Bdubs sighed. He glanced at the clock on the wall. “I don’t have anywhere to be until… noon? Maybe? I’m yours until then.”

Etho pounced.

#ethubs #hermitshipping #I just wanted to write some bb mindcrack ethubs. w the nether hub!!! and some kissing to boot!#this is a palette cleanser for you and me :)#i also started working on OGR last night lol #@babygirlbdubs #i think this is you but if not lmk and i will delete tag #my fic

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high-dragon-bait · 2 years

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Fenris and Zevran for the banter requests? Maybe even if Zevran is at the Warden’s side and Fenris romanced Hawke 👀

Hello I have no idea if this is what you wanted but it was so fun to write. It's shorter than the last one and it's kind of a huge shitpost but listen. I'm working on some weightier banters and wanted to do something light, but I'd love to do another, meatier one with these two eventually.

Enjoy!

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Zevran: Fenris, my friend, you must know how utterly blessed you are to be with someone as fine as the Champion, yes?

Fenris: I do know.

Zevran: Defeated an Arishok in single combat, lead a revolt against a madwoman's tyranny, all while as beautiful as a god. What a prize they must be.

Fenris, fondly: They are more.

Zevran: Of course... my Warden saved the world.

Fenris: Sorry?

Zevran: Freed a Dalish clan from a wolf's curse, slayed a darkspawn abomination in the heart of the deep roads, and buried their blade through the skull of an archdemon and they survived!

Zevran (Cont.): Oh, the love we made after that. If only I were a bard...

Fenris: Did you bring up Hawke only as an excuse to say this?

Zevran: But of course! You are more than welcome to share your own tales, however, I am ever so curious.

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Zevran: Is it true you glow while in the midst of love?

Fenris: What?

Zevran: I had heard you glow a gentle blue while loving, I must know if it's true.

Fenris: Who told you I glow?

Zevran: Your dwarven friend's book of course, who else?

Fenris: Varric?

Zevran: I was so moved by how he described your light. You haven't read it?

Fenris: I might, after I slaughter that dwarf.

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Fenris: I do not glow.

Zevran: What? Certainly I have- ah, I see. That is disappointing.

Fenris: I don't leave Hawke disappointed.

Zevran: Oh! He has some bite after all.

Fenris: Hawke knows that well.

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Fenris: Varric never wrote I glow.

Zevran: Alas, he did not, but now I know you've read it.

Fenris: I have, and it's dull.

Zevran: Wait...really?

Fenris: I would've expected more of Varric. For all his spouting.

Zevran: You can't just say that, you must tell me more!

Fenris: I can. I won't.

Zevran: Oh, you are such a cruel man.

#Dragon Age #DA2 #DAO #FenHawke #Zevran #Fenris #Zevran/Warden #I do feel bad only giving you this but. Listen. The next two are gonna be LONG and I wanted a palette cleanser #sorry!!!

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i loved the butcher!! cant wait to see more of rhodes ☺️

wait i just realized i can post this. this isnt finished but heres a wip of rhodes that i posted to my server a bit ago 🫶

why is there blood on their face and apron but not on their cleaver? i’unno

#mine | art #inbox | anons #🥩 rhodes williams #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere x oc #yandere art #trans yandere #transmasc yandere #t4t yandere #yandere oc #digital art #palette cleanser bc im too pissed to write now

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phantomram-b00 · 5 months

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Bro I swear I’m not trying to be an uncultured swine but another sound of music clip pop up and I’m like “I understand Aziraphale now-“ like- bro. 🥲

#good omens #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #good omens fandom #why must everyday remind me that I kin him more and more?#good omens 2 #aziraphale good omens #good omens aziraphale #you ever think Crowley might’ve pranked Aziraphale into watching it?#I can imagine Aziraphale watch it just to see the hype and came out wanting to watch something else as a palette cleanser

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lacependragon · 29 days

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The Bluey channel on Youtube posted Dad Baby a few days ago.

I'm going to take a guess and say they posted Dad Baby because it's not on Disney+, which is probably where a lot of non-Australians watch the show. But yeah, if you've never seen Dad Baby, go watch it on Youtube. On the Bluey channel. It's free!

And it's probably the second best episode of the show, tbh.

#bluey #lace speaks #disney plus #disney+#bingo #Youtube #'why do you watch bluey lace arent you almost 30 and childless'#dont you ever wanna watch something where everyone means well and its all resolved in ten minutes?#me too #its a great anxiety show #and a palette cleanser between dramas

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youredreamingofroo · 3 months

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i love making polls so im gonna do another:

I want to play a Sims game while I wait for this Sims 4 burnout pit in my stomach mends itself into motivation, and I'm literally open to playing anything that isn't fucking TS4 LMFAO. I'll specify what kind of posts they'd be depending on the game in the poll. I have fun doing what I do, I love making edits and I love making story and that will show through no matter what game I play, so if you want to see more of silly little "abilities"(?) but in a different game, then vote!

If you choose other sims games (like Sims busting out), 1) please actually tell me 😭 and 2) how/where I can get it or just send me a video or guide :)

#pleaseeee vote it's all i ask of all my silly little followers and mutuals #i dont know how many of you are retro simmers. but perhaps seeing anything that isnt TS4 would be a bit of a palette cleanser-#especially after the new update 😒#yapping

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oh-gh0st · 11 months

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um. hai......... publicly posting about them now (wow! be Quiet). ill give context under the cut (hope u guys like reading ^-^)

so its the first year that ghost is living in akatsuka and as per annual tradition the town hosts a festival to celebrate their shrine. choromatsu asked a week prior while hanging out with ghost on their library shift if they were going to go, but they told him they were still thinking about it. it was sort of obvious they weren't because they got annoyed whenever he asked. like they didn't even want the topic brung up… he was a little disappointed because he wanted to see them there, but they didn't seem like they were interested. afterall they had declined plans to hang out previously because they weren't that much of a social-lite. imagine his surprise when they said they would go! oh he was over the moon when he got home that day…. his brothers were quite pissed at him for subtly rubbing it in their faces, but they were also a bit jealous. ah well.

he was awestruck when finally met up with them outside their home. they had a muted, deep crimson yukata on with a very pale green obi tied around their waist. they looked amazing… he had a hard time keeping his eyes off of them the whole night when they walked around. obviously im not going elaborate, but you know what i mean…. coughing. anyways at the end of the night the town hosts a big fireworks celebration to honor the shrine. choromatsu asks ghost if they would like to join him and his family. theyre hesitant, but they do eventually agree. they decide to go back to the family a bit earlier than the other brothers, and this is where matsuyo gets intoduced properly to ghost. as a mom is, she's all over them, absolutely adoring how pretty they looked.

the rest of the siblings arrive, and theyre all teasing choro for bringing a "girl" over to the family blanket. after a bit more moments of teasing, ghost gets up and walks off, visibly annoyed. after scolding his brothers for teasing, he gets up and follows ghost, arriving at the top of the hill overseaing the rest of the families and people. it's a few moments right before the fireworks start. he asks them if theyre alright, and apologizes for his brother's behavior. theyre awfully quiet. theyre usually not this quiet….. hes starting to get a bit worried. 'are you okay…?' '… i need to tell you something.' they start.

choro doesnt say anything back initially because hes enamored with how they look. it helps that it was a clear night and that the moon was out, because the moonlight was hitting their face just right. they looked so cute, but they were blushing like mad. not even a scowl or an angry expression evident on their face…they were staring off to the side. the fireworks are getting prepared, matches lit to light the strings. ghost, in an instant, grabs choro's hands. their touch was warm but cold at the same time, bringing an oddly comforting chill to choromatsu. 'promise you wont laugh. or think it's stupid. please…' he looked down at them, their eyes flicking up to him through their lenses. '…i wont. i wouldnt ever do that, i promise.' he tightened his hands in theirs. the fireworks were about to go off any second now, as the crack of them lighting sounded throughout the area. families and people got ready, the anticipation boiling up to the brim in them.

ghost takes a breath, and stands up straight. they're looking dead at him, but their brows are furrowed upwards. they take a breath and start to speak. choro could feel how nervous they were, as a slight shudder was now noticeable in their hands. And as the first firework shot up into the sky, the ear-piercing sound ringing into everyones ears, ghost spoke. 'i love you, choromatsu matsuno.'

fireworks went off rapidly, loud booms looming throughout the sound of the night. but choro didn't pay attention to a single one of them. his eyes widened as he registered their words, his cheeks rising in heat tenfold. he just stared, too stunned to speak… no it had to be impossible. how could ghost love him if they hated his guts, beat him up whenever they got into an argument… scoffed at him with such a crimson face whenever he was right? but… he liked it. he liked them. liked them more than just a friend… more than just that. when he realized he had been staring for a while, he shook his head and stared at them. his mouth still hasn't closed. he stammered, but eventually found his footing. 'i… are you… you do?' 'yes. i do.' they replied through gritted teeth, looking away again. they were upset… did they think he hated the confession? but he didn't, that's the thing! so, knowing the one thing that wouldn't make them upset, he pulled them into a hug, pressing his cheek against their head. he leaned down to their ear, '…i love you too. i love you so much…' his voice was wavering. he was nervous. ghost stared ahead, now their turn to be stunned. as they processed his words, they playfully scoffed, slowly bringing their arms around his waist. they both stayed like that for a while. they might've missed the fireworks, but this was so much better.

#ghost's doodles #oso san posting #ghostoro #<- dont look at me. filtering purposes. scoffs #god FUCK FUCKING I HATE YOU PEKO FOR GETTING ME TO POST THIS. UURURHGGHGH #i was feeling self-indulgent last night. its one of the many scenarios in which either one of them confesses #ik i talked about a different scenario from the ask game about a week ago. that's prob the canon one..........#im going to throw myself off a bridge don't Look at me.#i need to draw ghost beating the shit out of him as a palette cleanser. i need to see him beat tf up #or ill draw atsutodo. we'll see.#fades out of existence

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