#anyway. new years resolution is to fix him (them)

[atomicqueer]

"i can fix him" complex but its referring to the massive pile of ripped and/or ill fitting clothing i own that i have not even begun to mend and/or alter yet

#complining a list of items and what needs to be done and its literally 'black jeans. 1 black jeans 2. old black jeans. older black jeans.' #(all with the thighs blown out. (thick thigh girlies with an addiction to black skinny jeans make some noise 🎉)) #also so much shit i bought at thrift stores that i couldnt try on before buying #that i wont return. cause. you know. i can fix him 🥺🥺🥺 #anyway. new years resolution is to fix him (them)

[candywife333]

One of the guys

pairing: OT7? alphas X chubby wingwoman HYBE employee Y/N (omega in hiding)

NEW MINISERIES (almost resembles a series of just dribbles)

Summary: She's the man. No literally. She totally is. At least in the perception of everyone at HYBE. She hangs out with the guys like a pro , strategizes with them to get them any girl of their choice, gets rid of their one night stands with ease, convinces their FWBs to leave them alone, provides constructive criticism about their sexual techniques, and even counsels them when they are having mental breakdowns. In essence, she makes MEN out of boys. Is that her job description? Not exactly. But she does it anyway. Because Y/N just happens to be one of the guys.

Warning: cursing, crude language, eventual smut

PART 1

"Y/N, does this outfit look good for the date tonight?!!!", Taehyung paced around in a panicked fashion, worried about being late for his date.

Y/N turned around slowly in her revolving chair nursing a freshly baked croissant in her hand, quizzical expression on her face, right eyebrow propped up in a strong arch. She calmly advised, "Lose the ugly plaid shirt and replace it with a plain black turtle neck. Get rid of that thirsty look on your face and wipe the sweat on the nape of your neck. You don't want to look like you just ran a marathon. As much as old spice commercials try to convince guys that women like sweaty men, we don't like guys looking like drowning rats on first dates".

Taehyung opened his mouth open in shock and disbelief at her cutting words. Y/N questioned nonchalantly as she propped her sweat pant clad right leg on the coffee table, munching on her crispy treat, " Have I ever mislead you boi? Till now, have you not bagged a chick under my guidance"? Taehyung winced, because he very well knew that not only him, but all the other members never lost when Y/N advised them with regards to the workings of women. Especially in regards to the mindset of omegas.

They were all alphas and any girl, or omega for that matter that they chose to pursue, they got. Mainly because of Y/N. You could call her a lifestyle manager or a counselor. The words were not apt enough to describe her position completely. She was all encompassing in her role. Nobody would be able to replace her.

Y/N was originally one of their junior managers, till they slowly realized that she was worth more than just that job role. Taehyung remembered the day they had met her. When Jungkook had been bemoaning his lack of p***y at the time, Y/n had remained in her usual uniform of black sweatpants and baggy black shirt with a smirking expression on her quiet face. Side note: None of them knew how y/N even looked like under those baggy clothes, she never changed her clothes, ever. Under any circumstances.

She had taken one look at Jungkook's pitiful, pathetic little face propped up like Orphan Annie on a blue loveseat, and remarked in her usual quietly cutting manner, "You need to wash that BO off your armpits boy. Brush your teeth. Use some salicylic acid on that face. And learn what weights are. Girls don't like oily spaghetti. We like it in our mouth when we eat it, but we don't like f**king it". They had all been startled at the time.

But she had resolutely continued her tirade, "You can take the advice or leave it. But I guarantee that if you fix what I said, you will have girls falling all over themselves for you, like flies over lasagna". After her curt statement, she walked away, a baggy legend , without even a glance backwards.

Over the years, since their debut, she remained in the background, mostly staying in HYBE's main building, acting as a mix between manager, mental health counselor, life coach and sex therapist. If anyone had questions that they couldn't get figured out anywhere else, they came to Y/N. Cause she was just that good. New idols swore by her, even giving up time off some times, just to have appointments with her biweekly.

She was too good, to the point that even the jade rock statue that was Yoongi, would consult her when he was struggling. And he never even consulted his parents, so that was saying a lot. It was even more hilarious that their head of PR and sometimes even Bang PD were found creeping into her office. She was a magician and a queen and she knew it.

Taehyung nodded at her suggestions, not questioning her and got ready to head out the door as Y/N made her way out of his dressing room. She rarely did much strenuous activity, so she had this habit where she calculated her steps daily and would be found randomly pacing around the HYBE building with her tablet in hand.

As Y/N left his room, Jungkook walked in, smiling at y/n in glee, making grabby hands to try to hug her. She swatted him away with a smirk and walked away as he entered the room. He grunted, " Looking good Tae. Off to bag Ashley I see. You are pulling all the stops for this one". Taehyung shrugged , "No choice dude. She is super selective about who she dates. Which is why Y/N told me to go for a basic but chic look. And she told me to keep some gum on me, in case my breath stank. Because apparently classy girls hate garlic".

Jungkook nodded absently, clearly not interested in girls like Ashley, the daughter of a makeup corporation's CEO. He motioned for Taehyung to come closer, as if what he were about to say were a top secret, "Do you ever wonder what Y/n ACTUALLY looks like"? Taehyung, bopped him on his coconut head with his right hand. "The hell do you mean, what she actually looks like. Not like she is lying to us. The girl doesn't even wear makeup". Jungkook shook his head frantically, "That isn't what I mean. I mean, we don't even know her shape, she dresses so baggy she looks like a blob. And her face is obscured by her thick black specs that honestly look more like sunglasses because of the tinting. And her hair is always pulled up into a bun, so we don't even know the texture of her hair".

Taehyung pondered these sentiments. For sure, Y/N was very bland when it came to appearance. The only distinctive thing about her was her ocean breeze fragrance. Otherwise she blended into the background. "Why are you suddenly so curious Jungkook? She's worked for so long at HYBE. Why does it matter"? Jungkook looked uneasy as he proclaimed after a pregnant pause and gathered Taehyung even closer as if to divulge some national security threat, "I have a suspicion that she has a........please don't tell anyone my conjectures........big ........ASS".

Dumbfounded at his outlandish statement, Taehyung exclaimed in disbelief, "You mean a BADUNKADUNK, A G WAGON, A DUMP TRUCK? OUR Y/N"?!! He nervously tittered, "no way man, no way". Jungkook winced as he continued, "Well I am sort of curious, because you see...", he twiddled his thumbs with trepidation, "I sort of was looking when she bent over to pick up a pen...and her shirt sort of slid up and I saw something that looked massive. You know, of global proportions". He paused as if in deep concentration, finger on his head, "Worldwide, if I had to put it in the simplest terms. And the stranger thing, is that her scent smelled like strawberry cheesecake for all of 2 seconds till it switched back to her usual fragrance".

Both of them stood there, puzzled in a quandary. This may not seem like a big deal. But it definitely was. Because if Y/N was pretending to be someone else entirely, their world view and perception of life, may have just shifted drastically.

#comedy #chubby y/n #ot7 #jungkook x y/n #taehyung y/n #chubby romance #eventual smut #plus siz e y/n #bts x plus size y/n #bts x curvy y/n #bts x chubby y/n

[lotusbxtch]

Lightning of the Blaze

Pairing: Joel Miller x AFAB!Reader

Rating: Explicit - 18+, MDNI! This is basically all smut.

Word count: 2.2k

Warnings/tags: no use of y/n, Oral (m receiving), vaginal fingering, unprotected P in V (wrap it up pls!), hair pulling, creampie, established relationship, mild masochism, brief degradation (one use of “cockslut”), swearing, Reader is described as having hair long enough to put into a ponytail and be tugged by Joel; just filthy smut I’m sorry (not sorry)

a/n: Not me having some *thots* before bed and needing to get them out of my head so I can sleep in peace lol. Not beta read, apologies for any typos! Dividers by @saradika-graphics , thank you!

One of your favorite ways to show Joel you loved him was to cook, but damn did you hate the cleanup.

“I knew I should have put down foil,” you mutter to yourself, desperately trying to scour the caramelized dry rub from tonight’s rib dinner off of your baking sheets. Hindsight is 20/20, unfortunately. Elbow-deep in suds, you cussed under your breath for making that new year’s resolution to leave a clean, empty sink in your kitchen every night. You frustratedly blew your hair out of your face, annoyed that you didn’t think to tie it up beforehand. Thankfully, you heard the door open, Joel having just returned from taking out the recycling.

“Joel baby,” you called out into the living room, “can you grab a hair tie from the bathroom and put my hair up for me please?”

“Sure, darlin’,” he replied, dipping into the bathroom to wash his hands and retrieve one of your black elastic bands. He padded into the kitchen and you glanced at him out of the corner of your eye, noticing his grey sweatpants riding low on his hips, his navy t-shirt stretched taut across his shoulders. Even in his “comfy clothes,” he still looked fine as hell.

You continued aggressively scrubbing the metal sheet in front of you as Joel approached you from behind, pressing his front against your back and hooking his chin over your shoulder. “You should’a let me take care of that, sweetheart,” Joel murmured into your neck, planting a soft kiss. “You worked so hard on dinner, it’s not your job to clean, too. How do you want me to fix your hair?”

“Just a ponytail is fine, thank you,” you responded. Joel gathered your hair into his hands in a ponytail, but you noticed he didn’t grab the elastic. “Joel, didn’t you grab the hair tie?”

“Yes ma’am I did,” he said into your ear, sending shivers down your spine, “but I think I found a better way to secure it.”

“Oh no you don’t,” you started, “I know where you’re trying to go with this. I need to get these dishes sorted, hun! Not now!” As if to dissuade him, you began scrubbing the pan even harder, to no avail. You heard him chuckle into your hairline.

“Oh sweet thing, you act like I don’t know exactly how to distract you,” he purred, and then he did it.

He gathered your ponytailed hair closer into his hand, and tugged.

The pain shimmered across your scalp, followed by a tingly wave of pleasure. You gasped out a moan. “Joel, please…..” you whimpered. “I’m trying to be good and stick to my goals.”

“Just leave the pan in the sink,” he offered. “Let it soak til the mornin’. You need to anyway, that rub ain’t goin’ anywhere. Here, I’ll help you.” Joel grabbed the retractable faucet hose, turned the water to warm, and started filling the pan. Then, without warning, he turned the hose into your front.

“JOEL, what the hell!” you yelped, surprised by the sudden spray. You looked down and noticed your white t-shirt was now fully see-through, revealing your pink lace bralette and pebbled nipples. Looking up, you saw Joel smirk in the reflection of your kitchen sink window.

“And now you’re soaked too,” he said, chortling at his own (bad) joke. You rolled your eyes until the brush of his thumb on your nipple caught your attention. He stared right back at you and you swore that even through the reflection, you could see his eyes darken. “But I think I can get you even more soaked.”

Joel began grinding his hardening cock into your ass, pressing you further into the counter. One hand remained wound around your ponytail, while the other dragged slowly across the top of your leggings. You whimpered, spreading your legs further apart to give him access. He chuckled darkly. “So eager, baby,” Joel whispered into your ear, slipping his thick fingers into the front of your leggings and into your matching lace panties, groaning when he felt your drenched folds. “Wetter’n the ocean for me, hmm?” he murmured. All you could do was nod your head.

Joel slipped a finger into your pussy, your copious slick easing his entrance. You choked out a moan, pressing even harder into his crotch, smiling when you felt him stiffen even further. “Only for you,” you said softly, “I’m only this wet for you, Joel.”

“That’s right,” he growled into your ear, pressing further into your warm wetness. The stimulation made your head spin, but the hard press of his cock pulled you out. There was something you needed even more than this, and something you knew Joel would go crazy for.

“I need to suck your cock, baby,” you moaned, pulling Joel’s finger from your cunt and immediately enveloping it into your mouth, lips suctioning and tongue caressing. Joel groaned brokenly, and then you met his eyes and said the words you knew would trigger him: “And I want you to fuck my mouth.”

You saw Joel’s eyes widen a bit, and then immediately a feral, slightly deranged glint swirled in his eyes. “God, you are so fucking perfect,” he whispered. “I need you to beg for it, sweet thing.”

“Joel, please,” you moaned loudly, and the next thing you knew he was spinning you around, the movement twisting your ponytail in his hand even more, sending another pain-pleasure jolt through your body.

“Yeah, you want this cock down your throat baby?” Joel groaned, yanking your hair back slightly. “You want me to use your ponytail to fuck your mouth?” All you did in response was drop to your knees, mouth wide open, pink tongue hanging out like a welcome mat for his dick.

“God, you’re such a dirty girl,” Joel muttered, pulling down his sweats, his hard length bobbing slightly. In one motion, he lined himself up and slid into your warm, wet mouth. Joel groaned, his hold on your ponytail tightening again, drawing out a whimper from you which vibrated down his shaft. “Such a perfect little cockslut.”

You began to move your mouth up and down his length, keeping your throat relaxed so he could get as deep as possible. Joel used his hand in your hair to guide your mouth, starting off slow to get you warmed up, and then progressively speeding up. Soon he was fucking into your mouth with passion, your throat making wet squelching sounds, mixed in with your moans every time he elicited pressure on your ponytail. Your body was buzzing, feeling alive with a flood of endorphins counteracting the sting of your scalp. You rubbed your thighs together, trying to find friction, and then suddenly Joel ripped your mouth off of his cock with a pop. You looked up at him with surprise in your eyes, your lips still in an O shape from the facefucking. He groaned at the sight, but pulled you to your feet. He’d fill that mouth with his cum another day, but not today.

“I need to fuck that pretty pussy, baby,” he gritted out, ripping off his clothes and then moving to the couch, laying back on it. “Ride this cock like you own it.”

You grinned devilishly, sauntering over as Joel watched you strip with hooded eyes, his length glistening with your saliva. Now naked, swinging your legs over his, you hovered over his lap, facing away from him, knowing how crazy he got for reverse cowgirl. Just as you predicted, you heard Joel groan again, reaching down to spread your folds apart to watch it swallow his cock slowly as you both moaned at the feeling. With one leg braced against the floor and the other folded so your shin laid against the couch cushions, you started a slow rocking movement, rolling your hips as you slide up and down his shaft. You leaned forward, bracing your hands on his ankles, spreading yourself wide so he could watch his cock disappear in and out of you.

“Fuuuuuck baby, you’re dripping down me,” Joel said, intoxicated by the sight before him. Your slick running down his hardness in rivulets, soaking his curls; your cream staining a ring at his base. He swiped a finger through it, slipping his digit into his mouth. “God, you taste so fucking good, too” he whispered hoarsely, making you clench against him.

“Joel, pull my hair, please,” you beg, riding him faster. He sat up to gather your hair in one hand again, jerking it back and ripping a moan from your throat. Your pussy spasmed, pulling a growl from him as well. He gripped your hip with his other hand, planted his feet on the cushions, and bucked up into you.

Your back bowed as Joel continued to thrust up, yanking your hair periodically to release a lightning bolt of pain-pleasure through your body. He pulled your head further back until he could whisper into your ear. “Rub that pretty clit of yours, baby. I want you to cum on my cock.” Joel released your hair, allowing you to move your body.

You released your hold on his ankles, sitting up and spreading your legs wide. Slipping one hand down your chest, you caressed and tugged your nipples before continuing down your torso and stroking your fingers across where the two of you were joined. You stroked Joel’s shaft as it plunged in and out of your folds, making him groan and press his head into the couch. Gathering the cream and slick at his base, you swirled it over your clit, moaning at the sensation. Your fingers pressed tight circles around the pearl, rocketing you towards your release. Joel bucked even harder into you, hitting that sweet spot only he could reach, making your cunt squeeze him even tighter.

“I can feel you getting close, baby,” Joel says, breathing harder. “Fucking sucking me in.”

“Yes, Joel,” you moan, swirling faster and faster, pussy tightening intensely, right on the precipice. “I need more.”

“Oh, I know what you need,” Joel says, the smirk in his voice evident.

Joel grabs your hair, yanking hard, as he whispers in your ear, “Cum for me, now.”

And you cliff dive right off the edge into one of the hardest orgasms in your life.

Your mouth opens up in a scream, but your orgasm is so intense that no sound comes out. Your body feels like it freezes completely and then explodes all at once. Waves of slick pulse down Joel’s dick, soaking him and the cushions underneath, as he moans deeply holding onto your hips and shoving himself as deep in you as possible, grinding to prolong your euphoria. You finally catch your breath, and a long, ragged moan erupts out of your throat.

“That’s it baby, good fucking girl,” he praises. “Fucking soak and choke my cock, just like that.”

Joel grabs your hips and starts thrusting with abandon into you, as you collapse forward, taking hold of his ankles once again. You bend over almost in half, giving him an unobstructed view of your puffy, soaked cunt. You bite at his shins, whining, taking and taking and taking.

“God, Joel, you fuck me so good,” you mewl. “I want you to fill me up.”

“Oh yeah?” Joel says breathlessly, fucking into you at a blinding pace, chasing his own high. “You want me to fill this messy pussy up with my cum, make it even messier?” His hips are a blur now, the sound of his hips slapping into your wet thighs echoing in the room. “I’m going to cum so deep in you that you’ll be dripping for days.”

“Yes, Joel, fucking fill me up. Fill up my pussy, I wanna be full of nothing but you,” you moan.

That snaps the final tether and Joel thrusts once, twice, three times and then buries his cock as deeply into you as possible, nearly roaring in pleasure, bruising your hips with his fingers, painting your drenched walls with his cum.

You lay on top of his legs, pussy weeping a mixture of your releases, both of you breathing hard. Kissing his shins, you pulse your cunt on him, giggling when his breath hitches from overstimulation. Slowly you sit up and slide off of his shaft, pressing your fingers to your center to stem the flow of your juices and his spend as Joel hands you a towel. You let the warmth drip out of your body, and then toss it back to him to clean up his lap. Once he throws the towel in the hamper in your bedroom, he shifts your body so you’re laying sideways, face to face. You nuzzle into his chest, warm and damp with sweat. The air in the living room feels humid, thick with the scent of sex. Joel kisses your forehead and runs his hands slowly up and down your sides as you both relax.

“Acceptable distraction from your noble pursuit of cleaning resolutions?” Joel posits, rubbing the tip of his nose across the top of your head. You sigh in (satisfied) defeat.

“Yeah, I guess so. Besides, I feel like new year’s resolutions are more like guidelines, anyhow. Let’s go to bed, baby.” You giggle as Joel leads you to your bedroom.

#joel miller #pedro pascal #joel miller x reader #joel tlou #tlou fanfiction #joel miller smut #pedro pascal cinematic universe

[yellowhollyhock]

raph vs a volcano day 20

The 1987 episode plot:

Donatello's health scanner predicts Raphael has only 24 hours to live. Raphael goes around doing good deeds and taking ridiculous risks because he's gonna die anyway. Meanwhile Donatello figures out his machine didn't work right and means to tell Raphael, but you see he is distracted doing good deeds and taking ridiculous risks. It culminates with Raph inside an active volcano (trying to stop it from erupting? bro??) and his brothers have to come rescue him.

I love this episode. For so many reasons.

1) What an interesting way to give Raph his role while keeping him in character within the new role they gave him for this show. Because Mirage Raph is the guy who always wants to help without pausing to think about whether they can. He's known for sometimes being impulsive and always being protective. And not just of his fellow turtles! He sees someone in trouble he wants to help. But usually in Mirage that's expressed with violence. So for the show they made the "crazy one" express the same traits through sarcasm instead and he became the witty one, and I love how future Raphs are both. And I especially love when 1987 Raphael himself is both

2) This is such a classic plot. It's like... the tribbles spoof/tribute or 'character gets kidnapped but acts so annoying they get released.' You know the kinds of plots I mean right? Our style of storytelling has changed (it's always changing) but tv shows in late 80s early 90s especially had these. You could pretty much guess the plot from the title because you know the characters and you know the story. The exciting reveal is mostly the jokes. There are words for what I'm saying but I haven't had an english class in a few years, so take this ramble and trust me. It's a beautiful example of whatever this is. And!

---2a, It doesn't have the classic resolution that 'character thought they had one day to live due to a misunderstanding' would have on a kids show. There isn't a 'moral' about seizing the moment and using your time wisely. There also isn't a moral about communication, so instead of the miscommunication being annoying like it would in a preachy episode, it's gloriously hilarious to watch

3) Speaking of that, the obligatory 'he tried to ask' scene is Raphael watching Michelangelo cry on Donatello's shoulder because "I'll miss him so much" "I'm sorry there's nothing I can do for him" it's the oven. The oven is broken. Michelangelo is sobbing in Donatello's arms like his world is ending because they're going to have to get a new oven because this one's beyond fixing. And Raphael fully believes that Michelangelo is begging Donatello to fix him, when this version of Donatello is so very none medic. Like I don't even know how to describe why and how much I love this scene. I think I killed english

4) The scene of Raphael in the volcano. I just. He's so funny. This episode really captures what I love about the whole show, which is that I am absolutely buying into it and feeling deeply about it, and simultaneously enjoying it ironically. Does that make sense? When you can put your whole heart into unironic enjoyment but your brain at the same time gets it's 'make fun of this' treat. So both types of fun at once.

---4a it's not trying to fix the plot holes it's enjoying that in this format you don't have to. I feel like this is severely under utilized in modern cinema. make things not make sense on purpose for fun. don't explain about where they are, how they carried that object with them, why there were not other consequences for certain actions. The fun thing about stories is they don't have to be realistic unless you want them to

so for today I had intended to write a Rise version of this episode. I think it would work well for them. Plus, Raph and Donnie bonding. However. That is going in drafts and will be coming. later (march for raph is my opportunity to collect drafts for the rise turtles apparently.) I'm actually still debating if Donnie would make a health-o-meter or if something goes down in witch down, but either way, ❤️💜

#tmnt #tmnt 1987 #rottmnt #march for raph

[inkdemonapologist]

EVERYONE'S DOING GREAT IN THE BATIM CTHULHU GAME....

Joey's legs were definitely Very Broken last session, so in this one Jack is uHHHHHH USING? THE GIFT???? THE MASKED MESSENGER GAVE HIM???? TO HEAL JOEYS LEGS????? im sure thats fine

What's also definitely fine and normal is Prophet trying to interrupt a ritual and getting all of the ink sucked directly out of his body by said ritual????? GREAT!! COOL!!!! NOT LIKE HE NEEDS THAT TO STAY CONSCIOUS OR ANYTHING!!!

anyway have some drawings of the music boys having a normal one, and also, if you like out-of-context TTRPG quotes, have some out-of-context quotes from the most recent session under the cut!!

[Sammy is played by me, Joey is played by Boo (inkyvendingmachine), Henry is played by Maf (inkcryptid), Jack is played by Mochi (whatyouwantedmetosee) and Thren (haunted-hijinxer) is our GM!]

[Sammy] Sammy’s going to play carnival games! [GM] Okay! He sees a pop-gun and a shooting set-up. [Sammy] … I’m not super good at shooting. Do I have to follow the rules? Can I just like… go stand up close to it? [GM] I mean… no one’s telling you not to… [Sammy] I’m gonna cheat. [Joey] I love the idea of Prophet just, climbing up onto the counter and, as the targets go by, just poking them with the gun,

[Sammy] I am… hMMMRRMRMMmmm… I’m gonna try to stop running off without the rest of the sheep… [GM] Prophet’s New Year’s Resolution,

[Henry] Henry’s going to pick them up and carry them over to Leon. [Sammy] Leon? Really? [Henry] HE’S A MEDIC! [Sammy] I mean, Jack’s here and Jack’s not going to be confused that Joey has horns! [GM] He does look a little, hyperventilate-y, but, uh, he’s trying to fumble for his medical stuff, [Henry] …well okay if he looks panicked Henry’s going to turn around and take him to Jack. [GM] Just turns around on his heel like “Nope, that’s no good” [Sammy] Leon’s like “OKAY GOT MY DOCTORS KIT RIGHT HERE UH UM UH” and Henry’s just like “No. No.” [Jack] Jack also has an indefinite insanity, he’s got the same risk of fumbling, he also probably has LOWER medical skill – [Sammy] Yeah, that’s true, [Henry] OKAY, then yeah, you’re right, I’m taking him to Leon – [Joey] *laughs* Henry turns – Henry carries Joey towards Leon, Leon starts fumbling for his medical stuff, Henry turns around, takes one step towards Jack, looks at Jack, y’know, recovering from this very intense negotiation between two machines… and then TURNS AROUND AND HEADS BACK TO LEON,

[Henry] He might just set Joey on the desk and then be like “He’s hurt, can you help him.” [Joey] (“Fix.”) [Jack] (This is when Leon lets us know that he is not a doctor of medicine.)

[Sammy] At some point, Prophet will pop back into the room and say something like, “Come quickly, my sheep! Yellow mist rose from below!” [Jack] Jack’s gonna… turn to face the Prophet. And he’s not sure what look he’s giving him, but he’s giving him a look of SOME form. [Jack] Probably mostly panicked, honestly, [Sammy] Sammy, my guy, read the room!

[Sammy] Is Bendy having this one-sided conversation Out Loud? [GM] Yeah, that’s what I’m imagining! [Sammy] Ohhh I’m sure this is FINE, what’s gonna phase Leon at this point, honestly!! [GM] Just things about, “Where did you go, we were all worried, what are you doing, I think your legs aren’t okay? Sorry I tried to stand on them, I hope I didn’t mess them up,” [Joey] Hm…… this is a lot of information to feed into a Just Waking Up Joey, [Jack] And now Joey knows what it feels like to be talked at by Joey Drew!

[Henry] *carrying Joey* If you die because of this, I’ll kill you.

[Jack] Jack is gonna put the audiolog in his bag. [GM] Pete approves of this. [Sammy] Oh my goodness, Pete don’t enable him! [GM] He will!

[Joey] I’m suddenly worried about Henry… [Henry] I’M worried about Henry trying to carry Joey down these slippery stairs! [GM] You should be! :) [Sammy] That's an ominous thing for the GM to say… [Henry] Next up, HENRY breaks his legs! [Sammy] EVERYONE STOP BREAKING YOUR LEGS!

[Jack] Should I do something interesting? [Sammy] Yes. YES! Don’t listen to me, but YES.

[Henry] Henry is looking at him, with– it’s been oddly hard to read his expressions lately, I think, but he is… you have his attention!

[GM] There’s a counter on that shooting gallery setup– [Jack] Y-yeah, just, just put him down somewhere, I guess;;;; I don’t want to know what would happen if he tried to do this while Henry was carrying him. I don’t think he knows what he’s doing…! [Henry] Okay, Henry will put him down… [GM] Peter is also wondering what Jack is doing, but– [Jack] ANYWAY! Um…Jack is going to rummage through all of Joey’s pockets! [Joey] *bURSTS OUT LAUGHING* [Joey] I KNOW THAT THIS MIGHT HAVE, OTHER REASONS, But I’m JUST LOSIN' IT at “okay put him down! *STEALS ALL HIS STUFF* Okay thanks!”

[Jack] I don’t know how to explain this! Jack doesn’t normally do things that require explaining! He just collapses, in the swamp!!

[Sammy] Hey, Jack, what happened to your Constitution? [Jack] Oh y’know! [Sammy] Okay, alright, just checking! [Jack] Y’know, normal things! [Jack] Anyway, Jack feels terrified, but also great! It’s fine. :)

[GM] I don’t think Bendy is clued into all this weirdness. He’s just like, that was great! He didn’t know people could do that, why don’t they do that all the time?

[Joey] Did the ink go into his legs and then heal them? Or did the ink go into his legs. [GM] His legs do not hurt anymore! There’s some of that weird, displaced numbness? Where the breaks were? But they don’t hurt! Anymore! [Joey] …okay, but, [Henry] I notice that does NOT answer the question.

[GM] And Sammy can see that the person there is holding a bowl up to this mirror, where it seems to be filling with this knockoff yellow ink! [Jack] They are juicing it!

[GM] Is Joey being careful, going down these stairs? [Joey] You said it’s a spiral staircase, right? [GM] Mmhm! [Sammy] Joey, [Joey] Joey is going to, attempt to – [Sammy] jOEY, [Joey] –slide the railing! [GM] There isn’t a railing. [Joey] There’s not a railing??? [GM] There is not a railing. [Joey] Awww… [GM] You could slide down the stairs I suppose??? [Sammy] (Bumpbumpbump) [Joey] Joey is going to be disappointed that whoever made this scene forgot the most important elements of a spiral staircase!! [Sammy] Joey Drew… [GM] It’s just stone walls. [Joey] *dejected* This sucks… How am I supposed to cartoon my way down! This is so dumb! [Henry] You just WALK DOWN! Like a NORMAL PERSON!!! [Joey] NO!!! [Joey] …How deep is the drop, again? [GM] About two and a half stories. [Henry] Joey we just got those legs fixed! [Jack] JOEY DREW DON’T YOU DARE.

[Jack] Jack’s good at this, at least! *rolls* ….. Jack’s theoretically good at this,,,

[Sammy] Oh, it’s Moonlight! He’s in Carcosa! [Sammy] This would be SO funny if it was like, vanilla-flavour Sammy, hearing these threats from this guy he interacted with like, ONCE [GM] Sammy DID hear threats with the guy he interacted with once! That was like, his interaction! Running away while being yelled at with all sorts of horrible threats of bodily harm. [Sammy] Sammy checking his texts like “Who is this…”

[Joey] Joey is going to ask Bendy what Henry is doing right now, how Henry is faring. [GM] Bendy will say that it looks like he’s stabbing tentacles, with a pocket knife? [Jack] Well that seems normal, and not at all alarming! [Sammy] Yeah, I mean, that’s just a thing Henry does sometimes, I dunno [Henry] Normal Henry Behaviour, [Sammy] Exactly! [Joey] Joey is going to tell Bendy to keep an eye on them, but he wants to press forward to see if they can stop the ritual, because he doesn’t think they have time to run back, and also, he thinks Henry deserves to get a really heroic shot. [Henry] Thanks,,

[Joey] YEET THE TENTACLE MONSTER! [Joey] Jack has experience with snake-yeeting, so it helps.

[GM] Oh, nevermind, Peter is not scooting away, he is not moving much. [Joey] (Peter,,, Now is not the time…!) [Jack] ...Because he’s freaked out, or because he’s injured? [Joey] Because he left! He’s not there! He took Jack’s job! He was in this stressful situation and he just peaced out!!

[Sammy] I feel like I’m not going to be able to use the “scoping out the hotel” bonus dice. I think that ship may have sailed. [Henry] Clearly, in 30 years, Sammy ends up back at the same hotel, and goes, “oh! Hang on! I recognise this place!” [DM] It’s just lodged in his brain, [Sammy] He still has the bonus die, 30 years later… gotta return to the wRECKAGE OF CONEY ISLAND… [DM] …Let’s not wreck Coney Island. [Sammy] It WILL be wrecked in 30 years! [Joey] We don’t have to wreck it! [Sammy] It’s gonna burn down all by itself. [Joey] All by itself… and also just, conveniently for insurance claim purposes!

[GM] There would be magical backlash, that would probably hit all concerned, especially probably the lady, and if she were to die it would be very bad for the art of dance! [Sammy] Okay… but it wouldn’t bring about the Yellow King, just nobody could dance anymore? [GM] …potentially. [Sammy] Technically, nooooobody told me “and make sure people are still able to dance afterwards” [Sammy] Obviously that’s the IDEAL outcome, but it’s not… a necessary thing… [Henry] Sammy please

[GM] Peter doesn’t seem like he’s breathing well, but you could probably sort that out just by, like, positioning him a little better – [Joey] WELL~! I guess Jack just has to perform CPR then~! [Sammy] *laughs* I WAS ABOUT TO SAY, Alright, time for mouth-to-mouth~! [Joey] …probably, away from the tentacles, though?

[Jack] And what’s goin’ on with… other guy whose name I totally remember? [GM] Leon! Mostly cowering. [GM] He kind of grabs onto Jack’s arm when he gets close, and he’s just got his eyes closed and he’s trying to get his breathing under control, and he’s like, *nervously psyching self up* “Okayokayokayokay! Okay… let’s go…!” [Jack] Oh… oh no I got attached to him…

[Henry] Henry’s gonna tell him he can go back upstairs to Allison, if he wants. [Sammy] There is a steam-engine-headed man up there, but, y’know. [Sammy] Beggars can’t be choosers.

[GM] Leon’s still not looking. [Sammy] Need to get you a mask without eye-holes, my dude. They do wonders.

[GM] You hear a voice that doesn’t, sound… classically human?

[Joey] He’s planning on doing Giant Cartoon Hand Grab, and yanking her out of the circle the moment he sees Prophet cause a distraction. [Sammy] These two work SO well together for how much they DON’T work well together.

[Jack] We make bad decisions here in the music department.

#jack fain #sammy lawrence #call of cthulhu: haunted hijinx #when in doubt just keep drawing #cthulhu game quotes #JUST A LOT OF NORMAL INKY THINGS HAPPENING

[destieltropecollection]

DESTIEL TROPE COLLECTION 2023 | DAY 26 | Fluff

Early Morning Rain | @sunshine-zenith

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 2,403 Main Tags/Warnings: Newly Human Cas, Established Relationship, minor injuries Summary: A freshly human Castiel, an early morning conversation in the rain following a hunt, and a Dean that loves him so, so much

The Ghost of Christmas Present(s) | @mittensmorgul

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 3,121 Main Tags/Warnings: Christmas Shopping, fluff, established Dean/Cas, Summary: Dean and Cas need to do some Christmas shopping. Neither of them are very good at it, but they finally figure out what to get each other. Basically, just each other.

Warmth In A Snowstorm | @aaronthe8thdemon

Rating: Mature Word Count: 3,794 Main Tags/Warnings: Nesting, Interspecies Relationship(s), Established Relationship, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Mild Sexual Content, Comfort No Hurt, Angel Mating (Supernatural), Grace-Soul Bonding (Supernatural) Summary: On the left is the room where they’re making the nest, plus a small little storage area. The nest is the entire reason Cas built this place, so that him and Dean could get angel-married. Legally speaking Dean’s dead and Cas doesn’t exist at all so they can’t get regular-married, but even if they could, he’s pretty sure he’d rather do this anyway. Actually he’s very sure he’d rather put together a nest and do a binding ritual with Cas than say a dumb pre-written script and eat a cake he doesn’t even like because pie is infinitely superior but weddings don’t have pie…

Accidental August | @aishitara

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 6,190 Main Tags/Warnings: Fluff, fluff and smut, established relationship, post-series, post-canon, bottom!Dean, top!Cas, Castiel and Dean Winchester have a profound bond, blow jobs, rimming, face-fucking, topping from the bottom, timestamp, Creatures of Light series. Summary: “Cas,” Dean says, the rich baritone of his voice settling sultry over Castiel’s skin. Calmly, Dean demands: “Look at me,” so Castiel does. In the dawning, Castiel can see Dean’s heart plain on his face, his soul thrumming with pleasure as he meets Castiel’s gaze. The feathery drag of Dean’s fingers over his collarbone becomes more deliberate, tripping along the length of Castiel’s neck and lighting a path along his every nerve. They hover over his throat, and Dean uses his index finger to push Castiel’s chin up, thumb settling with a possessive weight on his mouth. “Damn, you’re gorgeous,” Dean says, his voice barely loud enough for even an angel to hear, private. A moment passes and Dean’s voice becomes marginally louder. “And I love you so goddamned much,” he adds, leaning into Castiel’s space and kissing him. The air catches in Castiel’s lungs and a burst of love and euphoria kaleidoscopes inside him; it is still so new, this knowing that Dean loves him. That Dean wants Castiel as much as Castiel wants him. Castiel is incomprehensibly old, certainly to Dean and sometimes even to himself, but he has never in his life been so completely filled with joy as he is when the weight of Dean's love crashes into him.

The Right Words | @Kelsstiel

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 7,862 Main Tags/Warnings: Fluff, alternate universe - high school, deaf Castiel Summary: Dean Winchester screwed up. Not in a major way, not really. Running into a boy in the hall is hardly on the top of his "major screw ups" list, but when that boy happens to be deaf and absolutely beautiful in every single way, it suddenly is. And he's going to fix it.

Dean and the Doula | @whichstiel

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 8,432 Main Tags/Warnings: Doula Castiel, Uncle Dean, Alternate universe Summary: Castiel is Eileen's doula, and the yarn unspools from there.

Season's Greetings | @pluckydean

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 9,166 Main Tags/Warnings: Fluff, Pen Pals, Holidays, AU, Teacher!Dean, Teacher!Castiel Summary: Dean is ready to get back to work after winter break until the school administration reveals their New Year's resolution: bring teachers throughout the district together with an email exchange program. It's the last thing he wants to participate in, but a few emails with Castiel Novak might be enough to change his mind.

Cuddle Deprivation | Destielshipper4Cas (AO3)

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 14,222 Main Tags/Warnings: Creature Castiel, Fluff and Smut, Cuddling & Snuggling, Bottom Castiel, Top Dean, Alpha Dean, Omega Castiel, Pining, Human Dean, Happy Ending Summary: Cuddlibus Cas is in dire need of some alpha cuddles. He keeps running into his new neighbor who just so happens to be an excellent hugger. A mutually beneficial cuddle arrangement might lead to more than either of them bargained for.

Will You Be My Valentine? | @kcprexhatespshups-blog

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 15,147 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe-Modern Setting, Teacher Dean Winchester, Librarian Castiel, Fluff, idiots in love, Charlie can't deal with these idiots. Summary: Dean is a kindergarten teacher at NorthStar Elementary, Cas is the new librarian and Dean is head over heels. He doesn't make the best first impression and tries to make up for it with coffees and baked goods. Watch Dean fall over himself while convincing himself that Cas doesn't feel the same way. Caught in the middle of these idiots is Charlie. Will they ever realize they both feel the same way?

Daddy Dance Recital | @motherofdragonflies

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 16,234 Main Tags/Warnings: Modern!AU, Dance Dads, Castiel is Jack Kline's parent, Dad!Dean, Lust as first sight Summary: Single father Dean Winchester saves the day for his daughter Claire after joining her on stage at her ballet recital with baby Emma on his hip. Castiel, another single father in the audience, is instantly gone.

The Few Things | @huggybearsunshine

Rating: Mature Word Count: 18,372 Main Tags/Warnings: Human!Castiel, domesticity in the Men of Letters bunker, Castiel is saved from the empty, Dean is not okay Summary: Castiel has been saved and brought back to the bunker. Only thing is, Cas came back with a renewed sense of self and a need to be more open and honest about the things he wants. Dean isn't sure he's ready for this new, emboldened Castiel.

#destiel trope collection #destiel trope collection 2023 #destiel #fanfic #fluff #day 26

[waters-and-the-wilde]

okay speaking of wrestling and also apropos of 'Rita drags him in by his tie', I was previously having Thoughts about imminently post Got His Ass wherein Rita is bound and determined to drag Nureyev kicking and screaming back into being family again so uh. scenario.

Rita corners Nureyev for A Conversation after they Get His Ass, like plot resolution denouement loose ends and stuff where he's in the clear debt-wise, made his peace with Slip however that looks, he and Juno Have Talked but they're like just on the other side of Having Talked. like Things Are Okay but also everything's just so raw and they're being So Careful with each other, it's like the early days on the Carte Blanche again and it's hard to shake the feeling that any more disturbance is going to topple whatever they're trying to rebuild

so Nureyev is just. his whole brain is full of fire alarms. he's vibrating in place like a greyhound that just got picked up at the shelter after it got spooked and ran away from home. this time he has no high ground as the injured party, he and Rita have known each other for a year now so there's a lot less of her initial 'sniff out the new beau' hesitancy, and sure he knows Rita well enough that it's obvious she's not gonna up and Ruin Him on purpose when she wholeheartedly volunteered to get him out of the mess he was in but still. she's the most unpredictable person he's ever met, he has no idea how this is going to go.

like logically he knows that he and Juno are working shit out and logically he knows that Rita's kinder than the people in her life deserve and might continue to tolerate him, but ultimately she's Juno's best friend who might well just be about to give him the mother of all 'you're on thin fucking ice' shovel talks, like she can't possibly still approve of him anymore right??

so he's scrambling to do preemptive damage control, he's throwing everything he's got into trying to Fix This. going on about how he knows what she must think of him and how sorry he is and that all he has to say for himself is that he only wanted to keep Juno safe, that he couldn't bear the thought of dragging him down with him, not when he was free and their family was together and he knows he should have ended it when Juno asked him to and he just wasn't strong enough and Rita's like. yeah that's nice i know Mista' Nureyev, hey can I tell you what I said to Mista' Steel when he told me about leaving you in that hotel?

and Nureyev shuts up and braces himself and nods very seriously and then she's like, actually you might wanna take off your glasses for this, and now he's extra confused and possibly even more terrified, and she waits until he's put them in a little case and set it on a side table and then there's just kind of a blur and a whole Rita NYEEERRRRRRAAaGGHHH!!!! noise and WHOOMP

pillow to the face

(for context. in my brain. I sorta presume that Juno told her about what happened with Miasma at some point in the aftermath of Newtown bc he owed her an explanation about both times he went missing, and yes she was glad that Juno didn't run away on an adventure across the galaxy without her but she knows a dick move when she sees one and also probably has the full context of baby Mista' Steel's self-sabotaging romantic choices (Juno said there was a whole thing about him walking out when he was with Diamond so I am assuming that Rita was privy to any number of related incidents over the course of those years). finding out that he passed up the chance to run away on a romantic adventure with the mysterious and dashing gentleman who he'd been mooning over for month, who was apparently also smitten with him the whole time and saved his life and tried to take care of him when he lost his eye?? she waited until he was staring into the bottom of his glass and then started whaling on him with a pillow)

anyway Nureyev doesn't get a chance to do much except yelp and sputter and get his arms up before she whacks him with the pillow again. and again. and starts yelling like 'YOu! are! such! a! big! dumb! baBY! Just! 'Cause! YOU! Think! People're better off! Without you! Don't make you! All! Noble 'n stuff!'

and he gets with the program pretty fast, which is to say that he's just on the floor letting her do her worst because that's just what's happening now

'alright I yield! I surrender! have mercy your honor!'

'DAMN! RIGHT! YOU! DO! DidN'T! Captain! Mom! Teach! you! aNYThInG! Big! Stupid! Tough guy! Tryin'a! Do it all! Yourself! We're! S'posed to be! FaMBLY! Now you're! Stuck with us! FoReVeR!!'

tackles him with the pillow. starts tickling him. both of them are shrieking. he vaguely registers that Juno has appeared and is slouching in the doorway 'my love i beg of you call off the attack i'll do anything' and Juno's like 'sorry honey i'm a little busy' and is holding up something that is probably comms-shaped and 'Nooooo, Juno how could you, JUNO SINCE WHEN DO YOU KNOW HOW TO RECORD THINGS'

(and the thing is Nureyev was just letting it happen because he assumed this was catharsis for Rita's sake and sure it's not not for Rita getting it out of her system but she processes things pretty fast you know? and she runs out of steam and goes off to get a snack and he's just there on the floor with his hair in his face kinda punch-drunk and Juno sidles up and sits beside him and whoops turns out Rita found the Release Feelings Valve and Juno's like 'yeah she does that. went a lot easier on me but I think that was mostly because I'd just gotten out of the hospital when i told her about all that.')

(a couple months later Ruby turns up to scoop Jet in the nick of time from a dangerous raid on Dark Matters and he asks what it's been up to and it pulls up the footage that Juno copied to the databanks. he gets a good kick out of the fact that Rita was on the same page about the whole 'he is solitary and overconfident and alone he can only fail' thing and that she got the opportunity to address it in the most rita way possible)

#team janus beast #the penumbra podcast #rita my beloved #juno steel #peter nureyev #this is also a direct parallel to my headcanon about Jet scooping Juno like a naughty cat during midmorning scuffles on the Carte Blanche #and Rita getting comms footage of it as payback for two decades of having to Put Up With This Shit #which i stg i am going to actually write

[itsuji]

— helpless - New Years Special!

just an authors note: i am incredibly obsessed with hamilton songs that im turning them into fanfiction lmao, happy new year anyways lets get onto it!’

characters: damon maitsu, wolfgang akire ( might be ooc ), mark berskii, grace madison, ( cassidy, diana mentioned as a side characters )

genre: fluff, short drabble

scenario: in which the reader/character falls in love with the character/reader in the New Years Eve ‘party’ and becomes helpless.

written after prologue release!

The first time Damon laid his eyes on you, he treated you like everyone else. But in that party, he swore you got prettier. He couldn’t help but stare at you for the rest of the evening,

Lets be real, you weren’t dumb you noticed. Every time you would look at him he would always turn away and try to hide the blush on his face. Thats when you got the idea, when it turned midnight, you would kiss him.

The New Years Eve party was the only time Tozu let everyone check the time, one time only. Everyone stood in front of the tiny clock in front of them, Mark, Damon, you and some others in the back, not wanting to crowd around too much,

12:59 December 31st 2022

1:00 January 1st 2023

Everyone cheered as loud as they could, Cassidy took out some Christmas Crackers left over from last year, the loud sound distracted Damon, thats when you had your chance. You cupped his cheeks and quickly pecked him on the lips.

“ Happy New Year, Damon. “

“ What just happened. “

he was truly helpless.

Wolfgang, ‘the Lawyer Man’ — what Cassidy called him — was one of the most handsome people you’ve ever met, and definitely one of the most emotionally invested. It was the New Years Party, the only time ‘The Great Tozu’ allowed them to see real world time. Everyone had to attend, no murders allowed. You took off your jacket which you normally wore everyday. You took a loot at yourself in the mirror, and god damn, you swore something changed. Maybe you shouldn’t wear your jacket anymore, maybe next year.

You entered the dining hall, and and everyone was shocked to see you. “You look so pretty without it!“ Diana complimented. “ t’s really not a big deal“ You replied. Thats when Cassidy turned on the radio, and an upbeat song played “Aw, dang it we missed it!” The countdown was already over by the time the radio was fixed. “ Lamest New Year ever. “ Grace grumbled beside you.

Your eyes darted around the room, looking at everyones tired faces. Thats when Wolfgang stood up and took a seat next to you, “ You look really nice this evening Mx ( L/N ). “ He complimented

You grinned softly, “ Thanks, Akire. “ you replied. “ …Do you wanna get out of here? “ He asked as he turned around to face you.

thank god he asked, thank god the feeling was mutual too.

Mark Berskii wasn’t the type to take a liking to anyone, but at the New Years makeshift ‘party.’ something changed. The way you swiftly moved around the kitchen, the way you smiled when the others took their leftover Christmas Crackers, he felt his heart warm.

Everyones eyes stared deeply at the tiny clock on the kitchen counter, However Marks eyes were the only ones focused on you. When it hit 1:00AM everyone cheered and put their hands up, he saw your face get elbowed by Cassidy and went to your aid.

You were by the fridge alone getting an icepack for what would be a new bruise. “ Are you alright? I saw that. “ Mark asked as he walked up to you, you turned to him as you put the icepack on your face “ I’m alright, It’s just a bruise anyway. “ you replied “ If you say so. “

might not look like it, but he was helpless.

Grace Madison is one of the last people you think would be interested in you, you were her rival and grace was yours. You didn’t notice her interest until the New Years Party. You entered the dining hall and everyone seemed to be talking to eachother about their New Years Resolutions. That’s when you spotted Grace Madison and Toshiko Kayura talking to eachother alone in the kitchen. Grace the love of your life was talking to the very person she called ‘gremlin’ they didn’t look like they were arguing either. So you decided to spy on them, you walked into the kitchen and acted like you were taking a brownie from the counter.

“ When do I, y’know do it? “

“ Thats for you to decide, but I suggest you do it before New Year comes. “

“ …What if they say no? “

“ Then you can guarantee my title as the Ultimate Matchmaker, lamented. “

You took one of the brownies from the tray and left with what you heard. Toshiko said that her title as Ultimate Matchmaker would be gone if the thing that Grace would to failed, you quickly assembled the pieces of the puzzle. Grace Madison liked someone in this room. Now its your job to find out who exactly she likes, you were snapped out of your thoughts when Cassidy shouted that it was 12:59. Your eyes turned to the tiny clock on the dining table, thats when you felt a tap on your shoulder. “ Hey soybean, I just wanted you to know that I really li- “

“HAPPY NEW YEAR!” Cassidy shouted, cutting the golfer off “damn gamer. “ The golfer grumbled, thats when you realized, grace was down bad for you, or in other words,

she was simply helpless.

finally done! I would’ve finished this earlier but its new year so you get it!!

- 🌹 itsuji

#grace madison #grace madison x reader #diana venicia #project edens garden #cassidy amber #wolfgang akire #fluff #wolfgang x reader #wolfgang akire x reader #damon maitsu x reader #damon x reader #mark mayhem berskii #mark berskii #mark berskii x reader #mark mayhem berskii x reader #itsuji works! #new year 2023

[roberttchase]

If you are still taking prompts:

Matt (Brettsey) + How could you move on from me so easily.

Okay, so. Welcome to angst town. I also had a huge Hallie part written but decided to make it its own thing because it didn't NEED to be in here. Anyway. The angst is big in this one, sorry lmao. But also they get some closure. Enjoy 2.5k of Matt being the most depressed person in existence.

(also, i'd like to say now- they are both at fault for the break up, it wasn't solely Matt and it wasn't solely Sylvie. I see a lot of people saying she was the bad guy for breaking up with Matt, but her reasons were all completely valid. If I were in her shoes I think I might have done the same thing. They both needed to work harder at it, and while I think they might have been able to save it, I also think that maybe it was needed? Jesse leaving for real fucked everything up, but like duh he deserves a break and deserves to be with his wife and daughter and at the end of the day that's what matters most. so yeah, this fic might seem like it's not the best to sylvie at first, but I promise there is closure for them, and it's written in matt's pov so keep that in mind too!)

X X X

He spots her with a man the second he walks in, clean cut but with a beard, who looks at her kindly and smiles along with her. She’s laughing at something he says and Matt can’t tear his eyes away. She looks happy, like she genuinely wants to be talking to this guy across from her, and then he notices their hands- sitting on top of the table, intertwined. Any thought that this guy might just be a friend is shattered, and he realizes then that she’s on a date. A date that obviously isn’t the first, because who holds hands on a first date? Certainly not Sylvie Brett, that much he’s certain of.  It’s not as if he’s searched for her, not really. He’s back in Chicago to visit for the weekend; the first time since their break up, and he’s only stepped into the pizza place to pick up a pie to take back to the loft for he, Severide and Kidd to enjoy. Seeing Sylvie on a date is so out of left field he feels like all the air in the small hole in the wall has been sucked out of him. Turning quickly so she won’t spot him, he debated leaving, but Matt Casey won’t be a coward again. Instead, he walks up to the counter and orders, then steps to the side to wait, resolutely not looking to his right. Except. 

Except he can’t. He’s been pulled to Sylvie for years, no matter how much it might hurt at times. He glances over as subtly as he can, watching both of the beautiful people laugh and smile. His chest aches. He’s almost home free, almost out without being noticed, when the worker ruins it all. 

“Pizza for Matt Casey!” 

He knows she looks up, he can practically feel her state boring into the back of his head, but he keeps his eyes fixed ahead of him, walking up and grabbing the box hastily, barely managing a ‘thanks’ before bolting. He doesn’t look back, doesn’t turn to catch a glimpse of her shocked face, or the way the guy squeezes her hand a little tighter and asks if she’s ok. He has to get out and back to the loft. 

Unlocking the door to the loft, precariously balancing the pizza box in one hand, Matt rushes inside, feeling dumb. It’s not like the paramedic would have followed him. They’re not together anymore. She’s on a date with what he can only assume is her new boyfriend. He drops the pizza box on the island in the middle of the open kitchen, ignoring his best friend's confused look. 

“Dude, you okay? You look like you saw a ghost…” 

Matt’s about to reply when Kidd walks up, phone in her hand. Her brow is furrowed and she looks at the dark blonde with an unreadable expression. Severide looks from one to the other. 

“Anyone wanna tell me what’s going on?” 

Silence, and then- 

“Nothing.” 

“Brett was there.” 

The words all ring out at the same time and Severide sucks in a breath. 

“Oh shit.” 

“Look,” Matt rubs a hand through his darkening hair. “It’s fine, I’m fine. She’s on a date? It’s none of my business. Good for her, I’m happy for her. She deserves someone who makes her happy.”

The words sound oddly hollow and so familiar it’s like he’s back in the past. Jesus, how many guys has he watched her try to date? How many guys has he pushed her towards? She must have texted Kidd to tell her what happened. The room feels suddenly too warm. 

“Yeah man, you sound elated.” Severide raises an eyebrow. 

Swallowing down a snarky comment or two, Matt forces himself to shrug. It’s not like he can break them up; not that he would ever do that, and he’s not even back in Chicago yet. This is a four day visit, not a homecoming. Flipping open the box, he takes a plate and slides a large piece onto it. 

“Can we just drop it? We’re not together anymore, she’s welcome to be with whoever she wants and do whatever she wants. We broke up seven months ago, I’d be surprised if she hadn’t found someone by now.” 

The couple in front of him share a look. 

“What?” 

“Not to overstep Casey, but have you found anyone, or even tried?” Kidd’s voice is cautious but he can hear the curiosity. 

The truth is, he has tried. He’s tried twice, but both times were a disaster and he walked away from both doorsteps knowing it was one silly date with minimal chemistry and was going to fizzle out before he could even try to do damage control. 

“I’ve tried, yeah. Both times just didn’t work out.” He keeps his voice level, the idea of sharing all of his thoughts uncomfortable. “Who knows, maybe I’m just not meant to be with someone,” he tries to joke, but it falls flat and brings more silence. 

“Well that’s depressing,” Severide sighs, shaking his head. 

“Right, so,” Kidd bites at her lip, rubbing the back of her neck. “I may or may not have invited her here tonight, to kind of take her mind off of things? A girls night. So….”

Jesus. H. Christ. Logically, Matt knows it’s a normal thing to do- two best friends having a special night when one of them is upset, he witnessed enough of those with his sister, but why the firefighter thought it was a good idea to do it here, while he’s here? 

“Great, so I’ll be going…anywhere else, then.” Matt presses the heels of his hands to his closed eyes, trying to calm himself down. 

“Dude, stay, we can-“ 

“I don’t think it’s very smart to stay and be around when I’m the reason this is happening. He stares at his slice of pizza. He’s not hungry anymore. Putting the plate in the fridge, he makes sure his phone and wallet are in his pocket then gives what he hopes is a smile to his friends. 

“I’ll be back later, don’t wait up, might be a while,” he says with a tight smile. When no one stops him, he nods and heads out the door. 

It’s almost eleven o’clock when he walks back into the apartment building, heart heavy, eyes rimmed red and puffy from crying. He’s tired and emotionally drained from having gone to see his sister and then to the cemetery to visit his late fiancé. Talking to Hallie was always emotional, and today was no exception. Six feet hadn’t ever felt so far away. Sylvie’s always been more of a morning person than a night person, so surely she’s gone by now. 

The moment the door opens, his brain starts yelling at him to abort, to shut the door back and turn around. Sitting there on the couch, curled up next to Stella and under a big fuzzy blanket, is Sylvie, blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail, wearing a too-big sweatshirt that Matt doesn’t recognize. He blinks hard and steps further inside. 

“Hey, sorry, I-“ 

“We’ll shit Casey, way to undo all my hard work of making her forget everything,” Kidd groans. 

Matt kind of wants to punch something. How is it that she gets all this special treatment, that she gets all this sympathy from people and he’s treated as if he’s the bad guy? Everyone at fifty one seems to have come to the consensus that either the breakup was mutual or he’d done it. At least, that’s the vibe he got after stopping by for half an hour the day prior, while ambo had been out (not that he’d done that on purpose). 

“Sorry. I have a headache, so I’m going to head to bed, I’ll see you in the morning. Sylvie, it’s uhm, it’s nice to see you.”

Somehow his voice doesn’t waver for which he’s grateful. He knows he sounds like he’s been crying, his head is aching behind his eyes and his nose is completely stuffed up. That plus how he looks is probably giving them both the wrong impression. The Captain makes the familiar walk down the right hallway to his old bedroom, shutting the door quietly before letting out a large sigh. Wonderful.

He’s just finished changing into an old pair of grey sweatpants and a fire academy shirt when there’s a knock at the door, no doubt Severide being asked to make sure he’s alright. When he opens it, he stops dead and feels his heart pick up speed. Sylvie is standing there with her big blue eyes, her hand on her watch, twisting it. She’s nervous to talk to him, and now he feels like an asshole for no logical reason. 

“Hey.” 

“Hi, I just,” she clears her throat and blinks. “I just wanted to make sure you were alright. I didn’t know you were back in town.” 

The atmosphere is awkward and Matt isn’t sure if he should ask her to come in or not. He stays planted in his spot, feeling unable to move. The area behind his eyes gives a throb. 

“Just visiting for a few days. Hallie’s birthday is next week and I haven’t missed one yet, but I’m on shift so I thought I’d come early,” he explains, giving a weak smile. “And I’m fine,” he adds. “I hope you’re doing well. I saw you earlier today, obviously. You seem happy.” 

Sylvie nods, giving him a small smile. It looks half pained and half something else, maybe pitying? Guilty? 

“I’m,” she pauses, thinking. “I’m trying, to be happy. I’m working on it. And I hope you are too.” 

Matt contemplates telling her that he’s glad she’s happy, that he’s trying also, that he’s even found someone, just to make that sad look on her face go away. Instead, words start tumbling out before he can even realize what they are. 

“Can I ask you a question? How…how could you move on from me so easily? From us?” 

Silence. It’s so loud that Matt has to swallow and then continue just so it will stop. “You don’t need to answer that. I’m sorry, that was out of line. You don’t owe me anything, or any explanation,” he rushes to get out, hands starting to shake from adrenaline. 

“I haven’t, I don’t think. Gotten over you, I mean. But if I don’t try then I never will. And it sucks and it hurts, but I can’t just pause my life and wallow in it forever, you know?” 

Her eyes are shiny and Matt hates himself for once again making this wonderful, beautiful, funny, smart woman cry. Her words sting. It’s obvious just from the question that he hasn’t moved on either, but unlike her, he’s not really making much effort. He’s pausing his life, wallowing in the fact he and Sylvie aren’t together. He feels nauseous. Some tiny part of him had selfishly hoped that maybe once he came back for good their stars would align, like she had said. He doesn’t think they have stars anymore. Maybe just a big black hole sits where they once were. 

“I wouldn’t ever expect you not to move on,” he explains slowly. “I uh, I know you have that guy? He seemed nice from what I witnessed. I’ve always said you deserve happiness Sylvie, and that hasn’t changed. I just want you to be happy. And I’m sorry that I wasn’t able to provide that for you when you needed it most. All of it was unfair to you, and I understand why we didn’t work out. It does suck. But if you’re happy then I’m happy.” 

Sylvie stares at him and then steps closer. Suddenly her arms are around him, hugging him tightly. He hugs her back, suddenly realizing this is most likely the last hug they’ll ever share. 

“I’m sorry. I know you’re unhappy Matt. I know you’re trying. I know Portland’s been hard, and I know I couldn’t give you what you needed either. It’s not just me who suffered. And I’m sorry,” tears are falling down her porcelain face and Matt feels tears on his own too. 

He pulls back just enough to stare into her eyes and for a moment all he wants to do is have one last kiss, one last moment of feeling her and tasting her and having her. But he won’t be that person who kisses someone that’s taken. He doesn’t want to harm her new relationship. The words are washing over him and it feels like something in him has cracked open. Sylvie has always seen him, more than anyone- more than his sister, his mother, Hallie, Gabby. Sylvie’s the only one who’s ever been able to tell exactly how he’s feeling, even during the times he’s locked his feelings down as deep as they can go. 

“Thank you.” It comes out as a half sob, and he hugs her tight again, then finally, the spell is broken and they step apart at the same time. Matt’s a mess, Sylvie’s still beautiful, and he’s now certain that no one will ever come close to Sylvie Brett. She was it for him- the ring that’s still in his dresser drawer is proof of that. 

But they are over and Matt will eventually come to terms with that, at least he hopes he will. 

“You should g-get back to Kidd, she’s probably annoyed now,” he gives a watery laugh. 

“Yeah. Thank you, Matt. For everything. I’m sorry we ended up like this.” 

“I’m sorry too. Thank you, Sylvie.” 

She walks back down the hall, and he can see her swiping at her face. He turns and sits back on the bed that once used to be his and starts desperately trying to compartmentalize all the hurt and sadness. Sylvie changed him in so many ways, but this particular part of him won’t ever change, and he’s aware of it. Even she didn’t scratch the surface of this particular issue of his, but she also never got the chance. He hears her voice talking to Kidd and shuts his door, suddenly angry, not for a specific thing, but just angry.

Before he can stop himself, before he can calm himself down or remind himself he’s not who he used to be- an angry kid, an angry teenager, an angry man in his late 20’s who lost a best friend or fiancé, he moves. He doesn’t think about the fact the wall isn’t dry wall like every other wall he’s punched, but he comes back down to earth quickly, blind anger turning into pain as his knuckles hit brick and cement. The pain radiates from his knuckle through his wrist and he lets out a quiet, strangled noise. 

At least that’s something he can focus on instead of his never ending thoughts about the woman forty feet away. 

#my fic #prompts #brettsey #matt casey #sylvie brett

[fangirlshrewt97]

Smoke Curling Around Us

@burningsheepcrown is a hazard, but we love her anyways. Here is another Dhruya fic prompted by her doodle, which you can find here. 

Also I wrote this on my phone, I hope there aren’t any glaring typos I missed.

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Dhruya hissed in relief as the acrid burn of tobacco hit his lungs, a small relief to the migraine that was building in the back of his skull. The new IG had called for a meeting of the heads of all the divisions as well as some of the local heads of the smaller departments. And then proceeded to yell about them all being collectively incompetent.

Dhruva knew there were political machinations at play here that he was unaware of, but hearing the man lecturing them about not doing any work properly really made him want to scream. Not doing any work, as if Dhruva hadn't spent nearly a decade at this job, giving everything to it. Everything.

"I'm surprised you still smoke."

Dhruva stiffened at the sound of the voice that still made a regular appearance in his dreams. He resolutely stayed staring ahead as another body came to stand beside him. A flash of fire lit up his peripheral vision as Daya lit up his own cigarette and took a puff.

He took in another inhale of the cigarette. "Its only on rare occasions. These things will likely kill us anyways though."

Daya hummed. "Considering you apparently still work yourself to the bone, I still have my bet on you being your own cause of death."

Dhruva scoffed. "Did you sleep through that whole lecture we were just subjected to? Apparently we are useless and lazy."

"You know me Banga-" Daya started jovially.

"Don't." Dhruva cut in sharply, turning his head to glare at Daya.

The years had done wonders to the man, standing in front of him in a suit that made his shoulders seem incredibly broad. He had shaved some of the hair at his sides, and there were even a few flecks of white Dhruva could pick out. His eyes still took up half his face though. And the glasses, new, suited him. In fact they seemed to magnify his eyes.

Daya's smile dropped at Dhruva's interruption. "You don't get to be angry ASP garu. Oh, I'm sorry, I meant DSP garu."

Dhruva gave him another withering glance and marched to his office. He ran a hand through his hair, taking another big puff from his cigarette. He wished the burn extended to his heart too, it would lessen the pain.

But before he could get to his chair, a hand grabbed his arm, spinning him on his heel until he was pressed up against the wall of his office, hidden from view of anyone walking by the hallway. A convenient blind spot. Of course the bastard spotted it immediately.

"Stop walking away from me Dhruva." Daya growled, and it was only the second time Dhruva had ever seen him so clearly angry but holding it in. He still looked so damn beautiful.

"It was for the best Daya. We agreed-" Dhruva tried to protest before Daya got in his face. The lingering cigarette smoke was starting to irritate Dhruva's eyes. Daya grabbed a hold of his tie, tightening the fabric in his hand. It didn't even cross Dhruva's mind to push him away, not when his body felt like a live wire just from the close proximity.

"We didn't agree to shit. You unilaterally made the decision you thought would be best for us, and I let you walk away because I was scared too. But it's been five years, and I know. I know neither of us have found anything that came close to what we had." Daya growled, pulling the cigarette away from his mouth to quench it against the wall and dropped it on the carpet. He did the same to Dhruva's. The younger man couldn't see past the redness of Daya's lower lip.

"So? Are you going to say you leaving was still the right choice?" Daya asked, eyes hard.

If there was one thing Dhruva had learned in the past five years, it was that he wasn't as strong a man as he pretended to be. He grabbed at Daya's head and hauled him in for a kiss, a messy thing more noses and teeth clashing. Daya's glasses were biting into the skin of his nose. But they fixed themselves quickly, this rhythm familiar to their bodies even if their hearts and minds were out of practice.

Shit, they had to go back to the meeting with the IG in a few minutes. Dhruva moaned as Daya grabbed at his thigh, pulling it to wrap around his waist so he could grind their hips together.

"Dhruva..." Daya growled, and Dhruva whimpered. How many times had he heard that exact sound in his dreams in the past five years. Fuck he would let this man do anything to him.

Daya ducked down to suck on Dhruva's neck, and the younger man clutched at Daya's hair as he tilted his head to give him better access. Dhruva rolled his hips once, making Daya snarl against his skin as he slammed Dhruva's hips with his own.

And then suddenly Daya was an arms length away and Dhruva was left half collapsing against the wall. Daya looked deranged, lips shiny with spit as his pupils were dilated so large only a tiny ring of chocolate could be seen.

"Daya ..." Dhruva pleaded, but the other man stayed away.

"Here's what going to happen," Daya said, and god when had they become this way. But then again hadn't Daya always been the braver if the two when it came to matters of the heart? "You are going to clean yourself up, we are going to suffer through the rest of the stupid meeting, and then you are going to take me to your house."

Daya whimpered as he nodded clumsily. Daya's stare pinned him as well as his hands had. He reached forward to lightly caress Dhruva's cheek with the back of his hand. The gentleness of the action was in direct contrast to his rough behavior, and Dhruva felt some tears burn at the edge of his eyes. When he opened his eyes, Daya was standing close again. "You are going to take me to your bed, and I'm going to show you exactly why you were wrong. Understood?"

Dhruva felt a tear fall, but it didn't get far as Daya grabbed his chin and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "Enough breaking each other's hearts Bangaram."

And then he was gone before Dhruva could force his eyes open again. His chest was heaving as he struggled to breathe. His hands were shaking, and he desperately wanted another cigarette. But Daya had given him orders, and orders were one thing he was really good at following.

Taking a fortifying breath, he tried to fix his tie. He only had 2 minutes to make himself presentable.

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Forgive me for the title, I had no idea what to call this thing. 

Feedback is appreciated!!

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#rrr #dhruya #dhruva x daya #dhruva #dhruva film #daya #temper #temper film #my fic #my writing #dhruya fanfic

[ichorblossoms]

okay, bear with me as i try to articulate a mess of thoughts and vibes into coherent words here

part of what's so compelling to me about p2 of honeybee is that it's the only real span of time in-story that grimm and yarrow get together that's (mostly) devoid of some sort of extreme circumstance, and it forces them both to work on their own issues with intimacy but the thing is both of them have a a belief that they don't deserve the love they're given and default strategy of avoidance and that they can and do resort to, but at the cost of hurting the other

actually this got long so i'm putting this under a cut. ig cw bc i talk abt sex but nothing explicit

grimm is, for understandable reasons given their past, scared of attachment, more people you love means more you lose means more of yourself that's vulnerable means devotion you don't know how far you'll go for. so when it feels itself beginning to love yarrow again, it gets antsy and restless because it feels wrong but good but also like a death sentence but also like a new life and it knows it can't just give yarrow all of those feelings because what is yarrow going to do about that if grimm doesn't even know what to do? and so it runs away, or leaves yarrow's bed to sleep in the other room, or hovers in the doorway without coming in.

they also don't really see themself as A Human Person and have only really known either a solitary life of drifting or resolute loyalty to someone who only has selfish interests in mind, therefore it doesn't know how to live this sort of...domestic life and it didn't even think it wanted that until yarrow showed it that comfort is something grimm can have. but even if it knows it can have it, grimm still has a lto fo grief becuase it doesn't feel like it, an animal with blood on its hands, could ever do anything to deserve that, and that also feeds the restlesness and desire to run away, even when it knows it will only feel worse for doing so

yarrow's issues are more of a result of just being jaded with romantic relationships. he's consistently put in more effort with his partners than he has received in turn and is kind of fighting not to fall in love again because he doesn't want to endure yet another heartbreak, least of all with the person who left him to fuck off for five years (grimm does feel guilty about that and that fuels some of its self-punishment too). there's also subtle rejection/transphobia from past partners in the mix affecting his self-esteem, but more on that in a min. despite all that, he's softhearted and finds it difficult to fight his own feelings because he can't help but having some hope that just maybe, the past won't repeat itself and even though grimm left, they also came back like they promised. kinda just "i am doomed to give more than i can ever take and i don't know how much i have left to give, but i will do so anyways because i don't know how else to exist"

unlike grimm, they refuse to shut people out or close themself off, so it's not entirely obvious that he has any of these issues until most of grimm's problems have been confronted. yarrow also keeps that sort of stuff very close to their chest, so realistically i'm not sure how much anyone but grimm would find that out either

so you have grimm, who wants to just, be a person and live this life with yarrow, but it doesn't know how to do any of this and fucks up a lot in the process. and naturally, grimm doing shit like running off again (and coming back by that evening, but still) and constantly pulling away from affection makes yarrow feel like shit. even though he knows he has nothing to do with what grimm's going through, it's still setting off his rsd while he's trapped in this dilemma of "i have no reason to kick grimm out or cut things off and i genuinely love this person but at the same time they're indirectly hurting me and reopening old wounds." like sure, communicating does fix their problems to an extent, but it's mostly just like, time and patience, which makes it actually kind of tricky for me to accurately put a time frame of p2 until i actually finish writing things

and ALSO, because of how they do and don't deal with their various problems, this fascinating sort of switch happens between the two of them as they actually, finally settle into something they're happy to call a relationship and feel comfortable enough to have sex. where grimm WAS the one to punish itself and deny things mostly out of fear of being hurt, it isn't as much when it comes to sex (ofc they still do for above reasons, and trying to talk about it is mortifying at times bc it's still yarrow they want to fuck and taking off their clothes means not hiding that they're humod) but because they've had hookups and casual sex with people before there's an element of, "well i've already submitted to the mortifying ordeal of being known, it's not like showing you my dick is going to make anything worse". meanwhile yarrow, who has been pretty open and affectionate up until now is like "i'm stone and do not want to be touched during sex". kinda elaborated on some of this stuff here back in sept but there's been some development..? now yarrow is not actually stone per se (and my using of the term may change bc i don't want to invalidate ppl who are actually stone by having a character misusing the term), but has convinced themself that they feel enough sexual gratification through their partners to avoid confronting the fact that no one has made yarrow's pleasure a priority, instead they've internalized that as "while i am not disgusted with what i am, my body is fucking weird to everyone else and no one will actually find what i am attractive". so now GRIMM is the one who has to deal with desire and the rejection of those desires.

they're verse4verse so it's like, fine for awhile. eventually that comes to a head and they get over things and settle the fuck down but MAN it takes them a lot to get there. basically with how i envision honeybee, there are several plot-relevant sex scenes bc it's impossible to disentangle that from the wider developments the two of them have irt to intimacy and just. human connection and whatnot

but yeah all in all they're both products of their environments and relationships, and it's really fun to play with how they really do want to love each other, but there's a lot of pain they cause one another before they actually get to settle into something that's comfortable and fulfilling for the two of them, and that's JUST part 2. we're not even factoring in what happens after grimm's past and decisions come back to fuck things over for the both of them tee hee

#does this make sense? i don't know. i hope it does bc they are in my brain. so much. this was like an exorcism i think #they just make me. A. #putting the dog to sleep by the antlers the song that you are #no one should ever call me a fast writer bc it took me like three hours to type this post OTL #wait i just checked it's 1.2k words. hi <3 normal #if you see typos just ignore them. unless it's incoherent in that case please ask me to clarify bc i Will. lord knows i will #honeybee #rambles #grimmyarrow #grimm #yarrow

[victorluvsalice]

-->And then I looked at the party timer, and was like, “crap, no, I have to make sure that Smiler gets silver on this thing – where are the guests?” I quickly looked over the farmhouse, and found Cletus and Brian eating some leftovers from the fridge, and Myra upstairs – kindly fixing Smiler’s video creation station! Didn’t even know it was broken, thank you, Myra! (I mean, maybe SHE broke it, but at least she also fixed it!) Couldn’t find Cameron right away (I think he was eventually located just chilling in front of the house), so I resolved to have Smiler concentrate on the two in the kitchen, joining them and telling some jokes since that was one of the party goals. Though it didn’t actually complete until I had Smiler tell base game jokes, instead of vampire puns and special “let’s make fun of n00bs together because we both like video games” jokes. EAxis, you really gotta update some of these interactions... Anyway, the guests continued moving around seemingly at random, with Myra coming down for food while Brian wandered off somewhere (and Roxanne headed upstairs to use Victor and Alice’s computer for a bit – prooobably should lock it to just them), but Smiler persisted in making conversation with whoever was in the kitchen, and managed to complete the main goal of socializing with their guests by supporting Cletus’s facial hair. XD Bringing the party up to automatic gold! Yes!

Oh, and what were Victor and Alice doing during all of this? Chilling out alone in the party barn with Party Time the bot, dancing to the music and chatting with each other. XD I mean, that probably IS their ideal party situation, given they’re both supposed to be not that social. Alice eventually had to go outside and take a little nap to calm down her werewolf instincts, but she came back up to eat some hamburger cake provided by Party Time while Smiler wrangled their guests and got them all back in the party barn area. Mostly because there was one last thing that I wanted to do before the party ended –

-->Play a game! Specifically, Simbles, since I’d never played that game before! Smiler invited Alice, Brian, and Victor to play with them – Alice was a little late in joining as she was busy wolfing down her cake first, but she eventually found a seat and joined the others for a rousing game of Sim dominoes (where the “simbles” have geometric shapes on them instead of patterns of dots). Brian ended up leaving the game early, but Victor, Smiler, and Alice played past the end of the party, with Smiler winning. :) In fact, they won in multiple ways, because their party ALSO ended firmly on gold level (meaning they’ve won yet another stereo – I think I might just recycle that one straight of the inventory, why not), meaning they too managed to complete an aspirational milestone (FINALLY getting past the “Sir Gala Had” level of Party Animal) and thus fulfill their New Year’s resolution! :D Three for three, yaaay~

-->With both party and game over, though, it was time to do some clean-up around the house. Alice found some more spilled trash in the front yard (apparently a certain someone kicked over the trash can again while leaving >( ) and cleaned that up before emptying out the hamper, getting the clothes pile out of the yard, and starting a load of laundry (freshened by a daisy); Smiler washed all the plates their guests had left behind and cleared the spoiled food out of the fridge; and Victor fed Toothy after I stopped him trying to eat its cake. *shakehead* Victor, I already went through you getting nommed by a cowplant in my old save file – not interested in doing it again! Anyway, he and Alice then both proceeded to have leftover waffles while I stuck their various bits of produce and suchlike in the fridge – then got one of the giant oversized mushrooms OUT of the fridge so Victor could turn it into a seat. Because I just think that’s cool. XD The gang had a brief chat in the kitchen (with Victor and Smiler doing a little flirting as Alice cleaned up her plate), then Smiler went back upstairs for more video gaming time (on Victor and Alice’s computer again – REALLY gotta lock it) while Victor put the laundry in the dryer and Alice used the bathroom. I ended up leaving it on Victor Repairioing the downstairs bathroom sink after it broke while Alice was using it. XD

And there we are! One very satisfying day in Sims world! :D I’m so glad I was able to hit my goal of getting them all to hit theirs. :D And next time we visit, the gang will be celebrating Love Day! How will that go? We'll find out...

#sims 4 #the lazy save #victor van dort #alice liddell #smiler always #the one problem with parties in this house #the guests really do like to spread out #and there's actually not that many doors I can lock to keep them out of places #(though I probably should lock Victor and Alice's and Smiler's rooms #even if Myra entering Smiler's room was for a nice reason) #and I can't bar them from the house entirely #because the house has the bathrooms #so yeah #at least Sims looking for food meant that Smiler could at least always find SOMEONE to chat with #and get that necessary gold #ugh I HATE that the party-throwing aspiration does NOT count most of the new parties #the classic base-game aspirations need some SERIOUS updates #or at the very least the ability to recognize more DLC stuff #you know now that the game is 10 YEARS OLD #meeeeh #well anyway Smiler had a good party and that's what counts #that and enjoying seeing them play Simbles with Victor and Alice #they looked like they were having plenty of fun #we appreciate them having more group activities to try out #and a fun mushroom seat for outside XD #good stuff #queued

[wunderlass]

Coda

I hate how it ended for Echo. Here's how I fixed it without them having to spend any more time on the final scene. Thanks, as always, to @maxortecho for the beta work.

The desert air is cold and sharp on Liz’s cheeks, adding to the sting of tears clinging to her skin. She hates how they cloud her vision as she takes in what will be her last sight of Max for nobody knows how long. It could be weeks. Months. Forever.

Dallas is already on the other side of the portal, surrounded by unearthly structures in gleaming crystal. Waiting patiently for Max to join him, for their work to begin.

Max is framed by the stone archway of the portal, dark hair lit by the glow of the strange light filtering through from Oasis. She ought to be fascinated by what’s on the other side of it, but she can’t bear to tear her attention away from Max. He’s stoic, but she sees the sorrow in his eyes. It feels like he can’t look away from her either.

“Guess we have to wait a little bit longer for that road trip,” she whispers, the words hoarse and stricken around the knot in her throat.

He nods, his mouth tight in that way she knows signals that he’s trying to keep his emotions inside. He’s trying to be strong for her sake. “When I get back. We’ll go to the ocean then,” he promises.

The console hums behind them, a warning that its fuel will soon run out. And yet Liz can’t bear to let go of the moment. Of Max. Not yet.

“Do you think there are oceans on Oasis?” she asks, as if her words will slow time and keep Max here with her. “If you’ll get to see those.”

“I guess I’ll find out,” he whispers, and there’s no enthusiasm to it. She understands why. He’s not going to Oasis to explore, to discover what the planet has to offer, the way she would. He can’t do that without her by his side, because he has to come back to her as soon as he can. If Liz was there, they could take their time. They could stand on the shoreline and marvel at pink or yellow or silver water.

Her breath hitches. She’s momentarily stunned by her own cluelessness. Why hadn’t she thought of this before? 

“I could come with you.” The words are out before she has chance to fully think them through. “I could find out with you.”

It’s as if a light has switched on behind his eyes, and his own response is breathless. “Are you sure?”

It doesn’t take a moment to think about it. Beyond that simple idea, the simple resolution of still being able to be with Max, of not being separated by galaxies and light years – there’s all the discovery to be made. A new planet, uncharted by humans. Unvisited and unseen. With him.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything,” she says, then adds on, as if Max might need persuading. “I could help. I wouldn’t just be tagging along.”

But Max needs no persuading, his face splitting in a broad smile. “This could be our road trip,” he says, reaching out for her.

She reaches back without thinking, clasping hands. A moment ago they’d been saying their goodbyes, but now both their gazes turn to the portal. It doesn’t need any further discussion. Nothing has ever felt more right to her, except perhaps the moment she’d kissed Max for the first time.

“Ready?” she asks him anyway, taking her first step towards the portal. His mouth lifts in a giddy grin, and she wipes away the remnant of her tears with her free hand.

“Ready,” he agrees. There’s a beat, a silent rhythm between them, then they take that step together, crossing the threshold into another world.

See this is how you make a super quick tweak to the ending and make it happy, if you aren't a complete hack.

#roswell new mexico #rnm spoilers #rnm echo

[toomuchracket]

omg imagine george cutting the kid’s hair for them because he knows what he’s doing from doing “uncle mattys” ahhhhhh AHHH

i think that from the minute your daughter had hair, george was literally obsessed with faffing around with it - he'd hold her against his chest and just caress the back of her downy little head, and nothing on earth was more endearingly entertaining to him than when her hair got long enough to put in one of those sticky-up ponytails like pebbles from the flintstones lmao. she was quite a content kid, taking after george in that she would happily sit still and taking after you in that she would read books while she did, and whenever she sat on george's knee he would occupy himself by playing with her hair. and then it became a whole thing, him styling it for her - the year she turned four, george's new year's resolution was to learn how to french braid, a feat he mastered in like 3 weeks lol. and that's good for you, because it means you can take turns doing your daughter's hair before school and dance class and football and whatever else she's up to; you and george are both like "honestly, how has our kid got a better social life than we do lol".

the hair cutting happens on tour. you and george and the rest of the grown ups are chilling before the show eating pizza, watching your daughter and dylan (crossover event slay!) run around trying to choreograph their own dance routines to their dads' songs lol (yes, matty is filming the whole thing like kris jenner in the thank u next vid), and you turn to george like "our baby needs a haircut look at her fringe lol she can barely see. i'll look up a salon nearby and take her before tomorrow's show"; george is like "or i could do it. that might be easier. i've cut hair before!", and matty pipes up like "yeah george you've done mine". and you're like "oh you mean the time you cut it so unevenly that you both had to resort to completely shaving the sides? it's not exactly filling me with confidence, babe", which makes adam and ross snort. but george is undeterred lol - he calls your daughter over like "would you let daddy cut your hair, munchkin? i think we need to fix your fringe before you start looking like a highland cow lol", and your daughter's like "ok dad!", which makes you wince but you don't protest. so he sits her down on the coffee table in front of him, newspaper on the floor to catch the clippings, and carefully starts to trim the ends of her wavy hair - you have to be like "god's sake george, not THAT much off!" a couple of times, but for the most part he does a good job. your daughter seems happy with it, anyway; at least you think, from the brief second she spent glancing in the mirror before running back to her bestie lol <3

#mads answers asks #george asks #fluff asks #dad!george #dylan

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Fishbone #004

I miss Secret Horses

I started this project in a mood of hostility towards ai art, but I really liked the Secret Horses phase of machine learning images about, like what, three, four years ago? The delicious soft, dreamlike slurry of form and colour, it was beautiful.

I gather they were produced by slow models only capable of small, low-res images and that was one of the reasons that style died out, faster, higher resolution models outcompeted them--plus a lot of very boring people just prefer photoreal hypertiddies over Secret Horses. Couldn't be me. She's too gorgeous.

Anyway that's what this Fishbone is about. It's not a Creature, it's just a eulogy to a more interesting time in ai art, as I'm sure this entire project will become in time as the models get better and fuck up less. It's also kind of a eulogy to blockmounted airbrush posters of the 1980s and 90s. 10 layers, 5 source images.

I did notice that machine learning has a problem with horse muzzles. It frequently gets them so wrong that it's actually kind of charming (to me at least). I now have a folder full of nothing but fucked up horse noses and no idea what I'm going to do with them yet but watch out for that.

I've been musing on how the conversation here seems very focused on the alleged Midjourney deal to the exclusion of the alleged OpenAI deal. Text-based LLMs need continuous training in a way that image models don't, because they need up-to-date information about idk news and science and whatever so they're not stuck in 2022 forever. Realistically we were probably already mass-indexed years ago but relatively clean sources of new real-language text are swiftly becoming scarce as LLM output floods the web, and both structurally and culturally tumblr is inhospitable to the kinds of marketing and engagement bots taking over other sites (we have other more different horrible problems). So a deal with OpenAI actually going through is marginally more plausible (in my opinion) than one with Midjourney--and also much funnier.

Like, full respect to everyone who started posting nonsense and gibberish when the 404 piece dropped, but we've been posting nonsense and gibberish on this site for 17 years, it is the song of our people. The tumblr accent is real and ChatGPT developing it would be the funniest thing ever. Like, tell me this would not be objectively hilarious;

User: Hey ChatGPT how many countries are there? ChatGPT: More than seven User: No how many countries in the world? ChatGPT: At least three User: There are definitely more than three countries in the world ChatGPT: wellyou'renotwrong.gif

This would be "ChatGPT writes Omegaverse" all over again. Picture ChatGPT swearing up and down that Scorsese made a film called Goncharov because we like to play pretend. Or helpfully informing Alien fans of the Bush Cut because we like to log on and tell bald-faced lies for no reason. This is the webbed site of all time. We piss on the poor here sir. You can feed seventeen years of tetries choclay ornage and penis blast and homestuck rp to an LLM, but Watch Out.

But to be serious for a moment, the various flavours of fascists are probably a bigger hazard to any potential value of this site's text data. I would suggest Matt "please notice me Elon" Photo fix moderation and kick out the trash if he actually wants a real deal to happen but it'll be funnier to watch him get led down the garden path.

[rainbowvamp]

okay. wait.

C: "What I need is for him to be nowhere near me and the precious, peaceful, fragile existence that I have carved out for myself here." A: "I thought we carved it out for ourselves." C: "So did I!"

and at the beginning Crowley says that he's not really talking to "[his] contact in the bookshop" when he's talking to Shax. **

This feels like there was an offscreen fight. But I don't remember it. Did I miss it? Am I an idiot?

And you know what else? it is weird that Crowley was living in his car when he had a perfectly good angel boyfriend who could've fixed that. even if they couldn't live together for heaven vs hell reasons, he's giving Maggie her shop rent free for several months and not hurting about it. so why doesn't he help Crowley? like, if your bestie is living in their car, you let them crash on your couch unless you're a giant asshole or they're a giant asshole. so what's that about?

I'll be the first to admit that my ADHD means that I sometimes miss things, but did I miss something? I can't think of a place where I missed something. This is my second rewatch. What is going on? There was so much other STUFF happening, I literally glossed over this on my first watch other than going 'huh that's weird' a couple different times.

I'm not going to post this until I rewatch and I am LOOKING for what the fuck they fought about.

Edit: (post rewatch through 2.2)

You know what? I'm mad. I'm mad.

Crowley is mad because he thought there might be some escalation of their relationship now that they have both been "dismissed" from their duties. That's why he's pissed. There's no fucking fight. It's the emotional conflict of two people who are in different places. That's what they're not talking about. Because Crowley and Azariphale have a deeply emotional relationship. They obviously care about each other. But there's a specific kind of care that they don't allow themselves, that Crowley maybe thought they might be allowed now, but it's never come. Azariphale keeps holding back. Azariphale calls the Bentley "our car" and the bookshop "our bookshop" but Crowley is living in that car (HIS PLANTS are living in the car. You can't find space for some fucking plants Aziriphale?) and let's Aziriphale drive off in it anyway because he loves* him so much and Azariphale apparently owns the whole block and can't find Crowley a couch to crash on? Really???

And that's because I know Aziriphale cares for Crowley. he's directly motivated by trying to keep Crowley safe/nearby on multiple occasions. So what the fuck is this???? Like, commitment-phobia? Is this still "you move too fast for me, Crowley"? Maybe it's not fair of me to be dismissive of Aziriphales feelings like this. Crowley has been "on his own side" forever, and Aziriphale, while he does say he's on "our side", actually still sees heaven (his former cult) as the good guys. The right side. He never let go of that. And so he's reluctant to jump into anything because 1) dangerous to both of them, and 2) new things make him uncomfortable and he's resistant to change. In Aziraphale's mind, the relationship they have right now is working. It's worked for 6000 years. Why do they need to go and change it when he's so happy? He's so comfy. Everything is so good! But that's selfish. (Selfish angel lol) Because Crowley doesn't want things to stay the same. Crowley hasn't wanted things to stay the same since "let's run away together" and maybe it's not fair of Crowley to want more than Aziraphale is willing to give. Or maybe it is. I don't know. I don't know. Neil is making me feel big feelings and I'm going to have to go watch Sandman 1.6 to make myself feel better after this. Give myself some fucking resolution to tragic centuries long romance arcs. fuck.

*I don't know if love is the right word here. Not that I doubt that he loves Aziraphale. They absolutely love each other. But this word doesn't quite feel right and I'm so angry that I don't have the energy to go and look at the scene again to see if I can find a better word for it.

** I think he might be saying this to protect Aziraphale. I'm not willing to go back and look again. Once again, I need a Sandman 1.6 rewatch to wash the taste of this anguish out of my soul.

#good omens spoilers #gods #I mean. gods. #fuck. #didn't need to fall down this particular rabbit hole tonight #anyway #good omens season 2