#i have craved for this kind of drama for a long time

[mysticheathenn]

What are you Destined for?

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Pile l:

Where are you currently in life? (Tarot: Knight of Wands, Eight of Wands, Five of Swords, Eight of Pentacles, Two of Pentacles, and Eight of Cups)

Shuffling your cards, a sign that says dead end pops up in my head along with the song Energy by Keri Hilson. Currently, you may be at a job that doesn’t fulfill you or doesn't give you any kind of balance in your life that you desperately crave right now. Some of you may have issues with if not colleagues possibly the higher-ups at work because you don’t feel appreciated and like the song energy it’s draining you day in and day out and you don’t see the light at the tunnel some days. Some of you wish you could quit but you know people around you will see you as a fool because maybe this job gives you good benefits, discounts, it’s “stable”, or maybe it looks good to have on your resume but inside you’re dying. You know you can’t keep doing this job forever and know you need to leave soon but aren’t sure when to leave or even how because for just a few of you, you may not have a backup or even know what you want to do with your life. Maybe you’re a part of the group where your parents have told you X was a good career choice and you never thought about looking into anything else because you trust the opinions of others or trust in something that’s more predictable than having constant downs and ups.

What are you destined for? (Tarot: Knight of Wands, Eight of Wands, Five of Swords, Eight of Pentacles, Two of Pentacles, and Eight of Cups)

Travel, flexibility, and freedom are what you are destined for. I’m hearing influencers or even content creators for a lot of you. Just remember content creator doesn’t always mean social media you could possibly be an artist and use social media to help promote your brand. The song Belle from Beauty and the Beast is playing in my head. It’s the song where Belle is singing about longing for adventure and the great outdoors something more than this everyday life that has everyone satisfied and content with not wanting more.  You want to be your own boss and not have to deal with the constant drama of having other people around you telling you what you can and cannot do. This may be specific for only just a few of you but maybe you have a manager who doesn’t like to let you take time off from work or even play favorites with who they allow and don’t allow to do things. For those who want to be influencers, I’m mostly seeing travel, and artists (writers, bloggers, painters, sculptors, etc) again you don’t have to be but I’m feeling this pile wants freedom or at least a job where they can wake up how celebrities do. If you want to do nothing all day, that’s what you do. If you want to go to Bali at the drop of the hat that’s what you do and so forth. You don’t want to be tied down to a desk job your whole life and I’m here to tell you you aren’t. You are destined for this life pile 1 but it’s up to you to walk away and come up with a plan that will help you on this journey.

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Pile ll:

Where are you currently in life? (Tarot: The Hermit (reverse), 6 of Cups, The Fool, Temperance, The Moon, and The Tower (reverse))

Healing. I kept hearing the word healing over and over again in my head. Some of you are on a spiritual, religious, or even personal development journey where you are currently in solitude trying to work on your shadow self and other areas in your life that either haven’t been going well for you or something happened to where you had to take a step back and see the red flags to a situation that you were color blind before. For some of you this could have been a relationship (platonic or romantic) that forced you to see someone for who they really are and caused you so much pain to the point you just want to be left alone right now to heal and replenish yourself because you feel you can’t depend on anyone else. You feel everyone is out there to hurt you right now but you know deep down you don’t truly feel that way you’re just hurting and need to do some inner journey work to figure out what and where you go from here. I’m here to tell you it’s nothing but up from here boo.

What are you destined for? (Tarot: The Hermit (reversed), 6 of Cups, The Fool, Temperance, The Moon, and The Tower (reversed))

Generational Curse Breakers. With the 6 of cups someone handing over a cup filled with nothing but goodness and loving energy while you have a cup that is sitting behind you empty on a broken rock states you want to do and show up better for the next generation whether in your family or for people around you. You are walking down a new path that no one in your family or in your friends group has walked down before because you have seen growing up what certain environments, behaviors, or even thought patterns can do to a person and you don’t want that for yourself. You want to be able to uplift people, see people thrive, and grow in a loving environment. You want people to see and feel nothing but peaceful and calming energy from you like maybe your dream is to be that safe space for those you love or for your future children if you decide that’s what you want. You are done with people handing out traumatic experiences and passing them off as trophies or something that should be normalized. Good for you babe! I’m proud of you.

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Pile lll:

Where are you currently in life? (Tarot: Five of Wands (reversed), Seven of Wands, Knight of Pentacles, Ace of Pentacles (reversed), Ace of Swords, Five of Cups (reversed)

Rolling in the deep by Adele is your song pile 3. Even though the lovers, 3 of sowrds, or even 2 of cups isn’t in your pile I am sensing some of you are going through it with a relationship. Maybe you thought you found your prince charming and you wanted to prove that you’re a ride or die to the point it left you empty, drained. The meme “I done ride and died, ride and died so much I died” is coming to mind. Some fo you thought this person was some sort of savior for very few of you this person may have provided you a certain lifestyle only to throw it in your face constantly making you feel like a burden. This doesn’t have to be romantic as again no romance cards are here. This could be family, a job, or even friends who you feel you have given your all to and you’re just tired and left on E. The saying no one is coming to save you is coming to mind. You have to save yourself.  

What are you destined for? (Tarot: Death  (reversed), 6 of Cups, Wheel of Fortune, Temperance, 6 of Wands, and 10 of swords (reversed), 10 of Cups, and The World (reversed))

Victory is what you are destined for pile 3. Finding your community that loves and appreciates you for you exactly. You are the only pile where your destined for cards are different from the where are you currently in life question. So this tells me that you are going to go through a transformation. People you were once attracted to or would attract in your life (again doesn’t have to be romantic as no romance cards) will leave you alone as your energy is going to be changing for the better. You will be thriving to a point in your life where in order for people to reach you they need a bean from Jack and the bean stock or an extremely tall ladder for those who don’t know that children's story.  I’m not getting too much more information on this question as it’s quite straight forward and I rather not repeat myself. Just know your environment, yourself as a whole will be changing. There was a tweet that once said "I want the next person in my life to have to go through God in order to get to me."

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[nouearth]

because i love you.

jason todd x male reader.

summary: your birthday is a memory you often ignore. jason is determined to forge a new, unforgettable one.

wc: 3k. genre: fluff, comfort. warnings: domestic!au, crying, descriptions of food.

a/n: happy belated birthday, anon! i know this was late, but i wanted to priortize this over my other requests before it would be even later, LOL. hope you had a great one, and that this was a gift to remember!

request: anon.

“so,” a gruff voice briefly broke your focus from peering through the oven door, but the cookies had seconds left in the oven, so you'd figure a hum to acknowledge jason's presence would suffice.

it was a painful and mundane process to squat and watch the cookie batter form into heavenly, ooey-gooey chocolatey goodness. sure, you could’ve done something to pass the time—finish your backlog of books, or even the tv dramas you promised your friends you would finish soon—but the cookies always came out perfect like this.

once, you decided to do laundry while letting the cookies bake. as soon as the oven rang, the thought of over-baking your perfected recipe of cookies, that everyone had gleefully devoured and expected at every potluck, chased you faster than a wild fox could. to your bewilderment (and exhaustion), a few seconds longer in the oven changed the texture of the baked treats. though no one noticed, even if you insisted that the taste changed as well, it ruined your entire day and since then, you’ve made a silly promise to yourself to never let these cookies out of your sight.

even if your boyfriend was squatting with you, kissing you at the neck now. 

“earth to (m/n),” his lips brushed deep into your skin, and you could hear him inhaling your natural scent. for a minute there, he forgot you were baking, so the smell of chocolate and brown sugar certainly awakened an unexpected appetite in him. it growled. 

“hello.” jason stretched a whisper into your neck, and you chuckled when his gruff voice tickled you, vowels vibrating lowly into your skin.

“someone’s needy.” you turned to finally greet him with a smile, some kind of acknowledgement, and he begrudgingly accepted it with a kiss. it was almost as sweet as the sugar crystals in the cookie batter he sampled earlier. 

two more minutes now.

“guess i’ll have to bake myself into a cookie to get your attention these days,” jason muttered, pressing his chest to your broad back. the heat from the oven radiated in front of you, yet your back felt warmer.

your head leaned back on his shoulder, grinning towards his frown while he tucked his chin in the vacant space between your neck and shoulder. “whoa, are you envious of my cookies now? that’s kind of sick considering you inhale them within seconds after i take them out of the oven—“

“i eat anything.” jason stated dryly, his palms roamed over your stomach to chase his appetite away as if your body and his were connected. his lips found your neck again, adding to the flush of your skin while one hand slipped under the waistband of your shorts to satiate a different craving. your legs slowly sprawled to accommodate his inviting touch, humming. “they make a great pre-workout.” 

and with the close of your legs, access had been denied. “so, they’re not delicious like you’ve been claiming?”

jason widened his eyes, yanking his hand out of your shorts to put his hands up defensively. “wait, no. that’s not— okay, we’re getting off-topic!”

“hey,“ the oven sang, and with a delighted hop, you abandoned your boyfriend on the floor to tend to your long-awaited baked goods. “you’re the one that brought it up!”

the smell of chocolate and sugar billowed in the air when you opened the oven, and jason’s appetite returned like a parasite once the delicious aroma hit his nose. 

it hadn’t been that long since you’ve started baking, but your hobby had quickly become a beloved activity (and expense), and your affection for it was telling through the wear and tear of your oven mitts. you burned yourself a few times when the baking sheet pressed into various ripped holes, but despite jason’s concern, you never found it damaged enough to purchase a new one. besides, it didn’t take very long to learn the pattern of the hot spots.

two baking sheets, filled with freshly-baked cookies, slid onto the stovetop, and you closed the oven, turning it off after. steam rose from the bloomed batter and you marveled at the sight: rustic, crinkly brown doughs that harbored mounds of comfort and nostalgia in one snack. though for some people, in one bite. the smell hits you after, stung your nose with brown sugar and chocolate chips, and you approved the batch with a deep inhale. 

“what did you want to talk about?” a crack of kosher salt was topped to the cookies, adding to the rustic presentation of the baked goods.

“well,” the smell of the cookies pulled him back to his feet, then by your side as he watched the chunky salt enchant the goods to a higher level. “it’s someone’s birthday soon.” though he knew not to, he reached out to sample an edge of the dough anyway.

“careful,” you watched him with amusement and high curiosity, eyebrows raised to inquire him of the taste. though you knew the answer by the time the chocolate hit his tongue, it was tenfold more interesting than the topic of your birthday.  “what about it?” you asked, and he hummed in approval, greed guiding his hand back to the piping hot cookies.

“so—ow,” the heat bit at jason’s fingers and his hand yanked back to immediately flick remnants of the sting off. “didn’t you want to do anything? a party? dinner? you never even told me what you wanted for your gifts.”

“hm,” you took the oven mitts off and directed the draft towards the steam with quick and light swings, then towards jason’s fingers as he began picking at the chocolate that oozed out. “i never took you as someone who cared about birthdays that much.”

“yeah, well,” he blew on his chocolate stained finger once more before pressing it to your smile. “we’re learning more about each other every day, aren’t we?”

“and it’s kind of incredible how you haven’t dumped me yet.” you laughed and licked the bittersweet stain off your lips. jason only joined with a mere chuckle. he never liked it when you talked about yourself like this.

“seriously though,” jason leaned on the counter with his elbow, nudging your waist with a gentle pat. his hair delicately parted to the side, watching you like you were the only one. “what do you want to do? we can do whatever you want.” devouring the cookies was the last thing on his mind now. 

you’re the only one.

“jason,” the steam slowly waft in the air as you averted your gaze to the cookies cooling. salt glinted under the lights, and they have never looked sweeter. “it’s sweet of you and i appreciate it, but…” yet, there was a bitter aftertaste when you nibbled on a crumble. “i don’t really celebrate my birthday.”

“what?” his immediate instinct was to hold you, taking you by the waist as if it could protect you from the memory of the past. “how come? did something bad happen?”

“no, no. nothing like that!” laughing it off always helped you alleviate the bitterness of your thoughts. “it’s just…” but for some reason, your throat began to swell when you do.

“just…?” jason pressed his hand to your waist in a heartfelt attempt at squeezing an answer out of you. “come on, i’m at the edge of my seat here.”

you laughed, taking his hand off and then into your own, as you guided him out of the kitchen and to the living room. the sweet smell was dizzying now. plus your legs hurt from the squatting earlier. you needed some place to snuggle yourself into. preferably, your couch. 

“my family could never afford stuff, so it hasn’t been a thing since…” a yawn escaped your lips as you found comfort into the embrace of jason’s arms. his broad chest was a pillow you never asked for, and these days, you found it to be the best solace your head demanded for. “i guess when i was eight?”

“oh,” jason realized, then began stroking the side of your head as an apology. “i didn’t mean to pry or—“

“it’s no big deal.” in between his caresses, you quickly tilted your head back to press a kiss to his palm—a measurement to dispel his worries. “i’ve spent a longer part of my life not celebrating it, so it’s just a norm now! honestly, i didn’t even notice that my birthday was coming up until you mentioned it to me.”

closing your eyes, images of your family appeared in soft, fading blurs. they smiled through gritted teeth, as did you, and sweated through hard labor of work that managed to put food on a table. “and i also don’t blame my parents, if that’s what you’re thinking. i did at first, but shit happens.” 

though, never a cake.

“you really do nothing since then, though? not even cook yourself dinner or something?” the affection caresses spread to your cheeks and the warmth pulled at the corners of your mouth into a smile.

“i did once,” you shifted to connect your warmth to his. in midst, you were reminded that the smell of jason’s cologne will always triumph over the scent of your cookies. “but it just kind of made things sad, to be honest. it felt weird.” 

“but you celebrated my birthday.” the memories warmed him. “for someone who never celebrated their own, you sure knew how to throw a great party.” laughter, a delicious dinner, and drink shenanigans echoed in passing. “even if it was only us.”

you chuckled at the irony of it all, satisfied that you’ve managed to impress your boyfriend despite your inexperience. 

“well,” glancing up, you then held jason’s doting stare, collected it into your soul, and then sealed it into a vault.

“that’s because i love you.” 

the stroll from your car and to your apartment seized all the energy left in you. aside from carrying bags of groceries, the heavy weight slowly drained your arms of life, the long day of work had a major factor to your exhaustion. awaiting approvals while you were approaching a tight deadline was never ideal, but luckily it got extended, so you can sleep a teensy-bit better tonight. 

grunting, your veins pulsed when you lifted the heavy bags with one arm to punch in the code to your keypad, refusing to be defeated by packs of frozen fruit, greek yogurt, jason’s protein powder, and his mandatory cereal boxes. the beep and green light compelled a satisfied noise out of you and you immediately bouldered into your apartment, stumbling through the garden of your shoes and jason’s, and into the kitchen within a single, hurried stride.

“jase?!” you grunted loud from below, setting the groceries down as soon as the handles pressed into a certain spot in your vein that made you wince. jason’s voiced boomed from above. 

“yeah?!”

as much as you hated it when jason left his soda out, today would be an exception. you downed it in one dreamy gulp, and you could feel your body absorb the sugars, working overtime to churn it into energy afterward.

“can you put the groceries back for me?! i want to go shower!” the kitchen sink alleviated some of that humidity built atop your hands, but you needed it off your body.

“yeah!” jason shouted out. “i’ll be down in a sec!” 

it took you a moment, still high from the amount of energy you’ve exerted within the short amount of time, but the air smelled sweetly familiar. of vanilla, brown sugar, a hint of cinnamon, you sniffed out. 

must’ve baked the cookies i froze for him. you looked around, a sudden desperate need for another ounce of sugar in your body after your commendable performance today. 

and of course, he ate them all.

as soon as you came up the stairs, jason met you outside with a kiss—a password to your bedroom, you’d reckon.

your arms opened up for a hug. “they didn’t have the flavor you wanted, so i—“ but embracing the body of your lover, they were immediately occupied by a pile of your clothes for the night.

“yeah, yeah! that’s fine.” jason began nudging, then pushing you to the bathroom, scrunching his face. “you stink, go shower.”

“wait, why are you acting—“ bewilderment passed you as you stumbled back, and your curiosity was met by more push back, literally. the latter looked nerved, unusually antsy, and that was never a good sign. “jason, are you okay—“

“uh-huh, yeah! yeah, yeah. fine.” before you could even get another question out, the door slammed shut. “wash up! i’m gonna put the groceries back!”

oooookay..?

it took a few beats to register what exactly happened, but all of it was buried to the back of your mind as soon as you started the shower. refreshing and cooling as that soda you downed earlier.

damn, i should’ve restocked on that…

the cold draft cooled your damp skin when you stepped out the bathroom, releasing harbored humidity, and your stress for the day left along with it.

“hey,” your voice echoed while you stepped downstairs, expecting jason to either be on the couch or in the kitchen, most likely eating away at your snacks. “what do you want to eat for dinner—“

“jason?” instead, you were met with complete darkness—well, as dark as it could be while impending dusk approached your windows.

he wasn’t on the couch, entertainment-free. 

you stepped into the kitchen. not there, either. the groceries were put away, but the plastic bags were scattered around the floor. not a single soul, a whisper, or a sound, except for the crinkle of the bags as you stashed them into your recyclables.

either the shower cleared your sinuses, or jason plugged in a new wall fragrance, because the smell was sweeter compared to before. chocolate in its new top note, and vanilla, again, in its base. 

it was strange, you checked the oven. though it was warm, nothing was out of place. then the fridge, nope—jason didn’t stash any leftovers there. once again, catalogued the entire kitchen, suspiciously nothing.

you figured you’ll ask jason about it later, whenever he would come back, but for now, your priority was satiating that grumble in your stomach. as you browsed through your fridge for ingredients after turning on the lights, the cooling air wafted the sweetness away, only for it to return stronger.

and just as quick as the smell of chocolate returned, the lights flickered off.

“what the—“ you turned, and your curiosity was immediately startled by the presence of the missing man. “jesus, jason. where were—“

the only source of light that lit the room came from a soft yellow blur that flickered near jason’s chin. gentle, then not so when he took a step. another waver of light when the draft caught onto the light as he approached you. the light grew bigger, flickered stronger, as if it was connected to your heart and memorized every beat, and the smell of chocolate was pleasantly stringent to your nose.

cake. 

it was a chocolate cake all along, and jason held it with a smile that had been shadowed by the candle. anxiously, you’ve never seen him wore it with a grin before, but it made your heart skip another beat, then two when he confessed.

“happy birthday,” the dark of your orbs refracted the candlelight, yellow and orange light reunited with a wave, several excited waves as if they’ve lost you, and the smoke burning off it cooled the impending wetness of your eyes.

“what— what is this?” your breath hiked, and the candles found it calming, like the sea breeze as it brushed against them—through them. “what are—“

it felt like an eternity since you’ve been celebrated. no, it had been an eternity.

tears slowly rolled down your cheeks as you felt years pass by, heard the cries of a child that received nothing. 

the first year, it was because you were expecting of it. a gift that was never promised, but your hands were bare of nothing. 

the second year, it was hope. something that clung onto because you were promised something. 

the third year. it was denial. it had to be this year, right? you rocked yourself to sleep the night before.

the fourth year. anger. you screamed as if a gift was the only testament in the world to truly display a parent’s love for their child. 

then, the fifth year. acceptance. 

and since, you’ve matured, learned why, and thought it was for the better.

“make a wish,” jason said calmly, breaking you from the spell of your own thoughts.

“what?” you croaked weakly.

years of sheltering your birthday made you clueless, but luckily, jason was here to teach you—to remind you.

“make a wish, then blow.” as much as he wanted to hold you right now, he couldn’t risk his hard work dropping to the floor.

“oh—“ you did as you were told. you wished silently, closing your eyes until another swell of tears were forced to roll out, then blew. 

when jason turned the lights back on, the sight of the cake pulled a laugh out of you. slanted in its position, chocolate smeared all over the cake board, thick icing to cover up the mistakes, you laughed until you wiped tears.

“did you bake this for me?” you snickered, taking the cake and setting it down, because you needed to hug him, embrace him, squeeze him.

“god,” jason laughed, pressed a kiss to your head as he took you in with a strong hug. “if i bought a cake that looked like that, i’d demand two refunds. one for the cake, and one for the happiness they swindled from me.”

“i told you not to, though!” you playfully beat at his chest, the blush on your cheeks pulled a smile wider than you have ever felt, than jason had ever seen. “why?”

“because,” he sighed, then pressed his forehead to yours, holding your damp gaze like it was a prayer. the tension in both your bodies go limp, and he held you closer, worshipping you until he became besotted in your smell, your voice, your gaze, your touch.

“because,” jason repeated, and you held his cheeks, caressing his rough skin.

until even your existence wouldn’t be enough to sober him.

“because i love you.”

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[buryustogether]

the end of forever (god’s day)

aziraphale x reader x crowley

summary: the end of forever comes on god’s day.

word count: 2.6k

warnings/tags: angst, mentions of blood

author’s note: dedicated to @avocado-writing , with whom i did a fic trade and this was my piece!! this fic is part of their good omens original timeline, and i highly recommend reading it!!! <333

The end of forever started on a Saturday evening.

Granted, it was not the Saturday evening that dominates the beginning to every weekend, fitted with gentle rainfall pattering against the windows, and a book propped in your lap, and the comfortable ambiance of your lovers on either side as you let yourself be lulled into peace. Instead it was a dark, thrashing kind of Saturday, filled with panicked whispers over dances, and demons busting down the bookshop windows in hails of twinkling glass. It was blinding, seared into the forefront of your mind with traces of a halo detached from its angel and a pair of souls running away, bound for opposite sides of the universe and forever vanished into one corner together.

And, of course, it was snapped up in the jaws of the Metatron. He had taken Aziraphale for a stroll around the block once or twice, leaving you and Crowley to stare down the mess of what had become the bookshop and wonder if perhaps this had all been a dream.

“Fancy breakfast at the Ritz, love?” Crowley had said as the pair of you began to pluck cracked books from the floor and stack them to be restored and reshelved. With a wave of his slender fingers, he had sent the shards of glass cascading through the air like a silent breeze back to where they belonged in the window frames. “Reckon we deserve it, after a night like that.”

“Sure you’ll be able to handle the drive?” you had said and handed him the empty fire extinguisher, which had fallen down the winding iron staircase. “I’m sure you’re exhausted, Crowley. Spending all that time in Heaven? Must have been awfully straining on you.”

Though he would never admit it, Crowley rather enjoyed it when you fussed over him. He relished in the worry threading your voice together, craved the inevitable babying that accompanied your measures of protection. His chest had puffed slightly, and if you could have seen them, you were sure his wings had ruffled a bit.

“I’ll be alright,” he’d assured, then dropped into the chair he had long ago claimed as his beside Aziraphale’s desk. “Wouldn’t say no to a nap when we come back, though. Could sleep for a few decades, I think. Skip all the garish drama that’s sure to follow something like this. Care to join, nightingale?”

You had smiled at him, eyes full of exhaustion and yet at the same time, the restlessness that came with the knowledge part of your trio was still missing from the picture. “Afraid I can only keep you company a few hours,” you mused. “Immortal as I am, I don’t think I can lie still long enough until you decide to wake up.” Despite your teasing, you reached out your hand to caress his jaw, and he leaned into your warm touch. He knew it like he knew his own breath in his throat at this point, but he still nuzzled into your palm like an animal seeking warmth. Funny enough creature as he was, he was still, deep down, a demon searching your soul for any glimpse of love you might spare him. “I’m glad you’re okay, Crowley,” you said, letting your voice lower in volume so he understood you had dropped your jokes and cracks. “I don’t think I could bear losing you. Either of you.”

He had leaned up to kiss you then, lips and tongue seeking yours like, in spite of your words, one side or the other might tear you away from him. He tasted like cinnamon - an odd enough musk for him, but he had just returned from Heaven, after all. You were sure he hated it. But you had drank it in like it was the last thing you’d taste before you fell.

You found yourself some time later amongst the back shelves of the shop, knees and the heels of your hands aching as you painstakingly wiped away and polished the spots on the floor upon which unholy blood had been spilt and spattered. Aziraphale would not care to have those on his tile, thank you. A voice in the back of your head told you that one of your boys could simply miracle the mess away, but this seemed a bit more intimate - cleaning up the mess for your lover. This was your shop, too, in a way. And you wanted to rid it of any trace of what had happened here last night.

You only realized it was Sunday morning - God’s day - when you heard the bell above the front door jingle with its familiar chime, and the low rumble of your lover’s voices filled the empty space between the air. You couldn’t hear what they were saying, not over the sound of your brush against the floor and the dull ache in your lower back. After a long few minutes, you sat back and inspected your work.

Like the demon invasion of Fell and Co. had never even happened.

You were just about to call out to your boys when you heard a sharp hiss to Crowley’s voice that caused your heart to skip a beat. You twisted your head around to face the front of the store. Crowley only ever hissed when he let his disguise slip and his tongue split. And he only ever let his tongue split when he was so distraught not even a raging thunderstorm could comfort him.

Wiping your hands on your legs, you cautiously made your way through the organized maze of shelves toward the front entrance of the bookshop. There stood your lovers, the angel and the demon, staring one another down like they had never met, like their love had vaporized, like they had never met in that garden at the beginning.

“What’s happened?” you said and made your presence known as you stepped down into the threshold. “What’s wrong?”

Aziraphale turned to face you, obviously making an effort to brighten his features, but it was Crowley who faced away. Dropped his weight onto his arm against the desk. Reached up to tug off his shades, toss them aside hard enough that the lens cracked in its frame. The air crackled with a kind of tension that reared its head so rarely it was almost foreign to you. Or, perhaps, was that divine energy rippling the air, stirred and upset by the creatures standing before you?

“Darling,” said Aziraphale, then reached out to take your hands and placed kisses upon your knuckles. His lips were plump and soft, and when they made contact with the skin of your hand, a tiny sense of ease washed over your veins. “You needn’t worry about this. Just a… little dispute.”

“Oh, don’t lie to her like a child,” seethed Crowley from across the room, and whatever ease had settled your nerves disappeared in the blink of an eye. You felt your blood turn to ice beneath your skin when you heard a wobble, a shake, in his voice. Was your demon… holding back tears? He bared his teeth, which he’d allowed to sharpen like blades, and jutted out an accusatory finger toward his husband. “Tell them, or I bloody will,” he snapped, then lifted a deadly brow. “And you won’t like the way I phrase things, angel.”

Alarm blared like a siren in your head, flashed like lights that burned your eyes even through your lids. You knew at once this surely had something to do with last night, with the Metatron, and you were unable to stop yourself from snapping around to stare at Aziraphale expectantly. Where you searched for comfort and reassurance, you found only irritation and exasperation.

“Aziraphale,” you said, gripping his hands tighter as you gently shook your head with confusion. You only barely managed to keep your voice from shaking; something was very, very wrong. This was not like the time two hundred years ago when they had stopped talking to one another for a decade. This was far more serious, far more dangerous. “Aziraphale, what’s happening?”

Your angel stared into your eyes - or, perhaps, he was staring at his own reflection in your irises - and he let out a breath you had not heard him take in. “The Metatron,” he began slowly, softly, like you were a spooked animal who would run if he talked too loud, “has given me a generous, generous offer.”

From across the room, Crowley scoffed over his shoulder and gave another hiss from between his teeth.

“Based on a few of the…” Aziraphale seemed to struggle with the words. “Good deeds that have been performed the last six thousand years, Heaven has agreed to allow me back into its order - as the Supreme Archangel, now that Gab… Jim has vacated his position.” Despite the slow, sinking feeling growing like a black hole in your gut as he went on, the beginnings of an excited smile played upon the corners of his lips. “And they’ve even offered to redeem Crowley - as an angel again!”

The bookshop was a deadly kind of quiet, the kind that filled empty spaces with fear, and dread, and horror until there was nothing left but a rotting mess. Your mouth hung agape as you tried to process your angel’s words, tried to swallow down what he’s just said. Heaven wanted him back - would take Crowley back. That would be it. Their time on Earth would come to a close, a thunderous applause, a devastating end.

Yet there was a single question that hung tight in the air, one that waited like a dagger above each of your heads, waiting to see who would speak of it first.

Could you handle the sting when it planted itself in your back? “Aziraphale,” you heard yourself whisper as your brows knitted together and tears puddled in the corners of your eyes, “what about me?”

Though you could not see it, Crowley shut his eyes and pursed his lips, still attempting to stop the tears from falling down the gaunt planes of his cheeks. He knew the answer already, knew his angel far too well to pretend it could be anything different. He wanted to protect you from it, clasp his hands over your ears and snarl and snap at the world until he’d frightened everything that could hurt you far, far away. But you had to hear this.

Aziraphale swallows thick, holding your hands a bit tighter, like you might bolt from his grasp any moment. Even when you shift, he grips you in an iron grasp. “Well,” he drawls slowly, hesitation creeping into the corners of his voice, “of course, Heaven can’t grant holy status to… ah… humans. Immortal or not, I’m afraid, my love. But do you know angels hold the ability to possess human souls within themselves? Keep them safe and sound - isn’t that lovely? Why, I’m not the first angel in history to find a human they can’t let go of.” His hold tightens again, turning your skin pale where he grips you. “I - we could bring you with us. Your soul, darling.”

Every ounce of curiosity, of worry and fear, has morphed into a single sickening, dripping, venomous sensation that floods your systems, encases your body like a cocoon swallowing you whole; horror.

“You want to take my soul to Heaven,” you said quietly, so terribly softly that it was barely above a whisper. “Like a pet.” With this, you yanked your hands from Aziraphale’s and forced yourself to take three steps back. It stung like knives between your ribs to do so, to bear the expression painting itself across your husband’s face, but there was no other choice. “Aziraphale, you would trade us - trade this - to go back to them? After what they’ve done to you?” You took another step back, and you felt yourself bump into the chest of your demon. “After what they did to Crowley?”

You had always heard betrayal hurt worse from a lover than anyone else. Was this what betrayal felt like? Like stones in your pocket with a river pulling you under? Like venom slowly sucking your life from your very veins.

“No, of course not,” your angel tried, raising his hands. He opened his mouth to go on, then threw up a palm and sniffed out an exasperated huff. “If you both would just try and understand…”

“Oh, we understand plenty.” There came no term of endearment at the end of Crowley’s statement, no playful lilt or head nod. Only the cold, piercing gaze of those yellow eyes, and the slow wrapping of his hands around your arms, pulling you closer against him.

The movement caught Aziraphale’s eye, and hellfire flashed within them. “Oh, I should have known it would go this way,” he chided, pacing forward. “Here I thought you could, for once, Crowley, suppress your demonic ways of swaying her to your side. For once! Are you satisfied, you old serpent? Are you content with what’s happening?”

“How dare you!” The shout came from deep within your chest, an explosive rage nothing short of a scream that leaves the angel frozen where he stands. Those ocean eyes flicker to yours as you at last allow yourself to cry, to feel the sobs wrack your body like earthquakes and feel the tears gathering at the point of your chin. “How dare you let them come between us, Aziraphale! Between us!” You choked a bit and your angel visibly fought a battle within himself, wanting to pull away and surge forward all at once. “After everything… after everything we’ve been through, everything we’ve built, and you want to leave it to play God.”

“Of course I’m not leaving us,” your angel murmured, the crows feet against his eyes making themselves known as he knits his brows. Tears brim the edges of his vision. “I - I would be taking us with me. To somewhere safe… for all of us.”

“No,” you exhaled shakily, feeling Crowley’s fingers tighten around your upper arms. You shook your head at Aziraphale, your ears ringing and heart shattered. “Not safe for us. Better for you.” You peered into his eyes, into those watery blue eyes you could have drowned in, and saw your reflection staring back as he searched for something he could not find. “You miss Heaven, Aziraphale. You always have - and we know that. We all do.” There came a terrible, horrible, dreadful pause. “But we can’t go with you. We won’t.”

Your angel seemed at a loss for words. He simply stood there, staring you and his husband down. He gaped. Tried to form words. Took a step back.

Above you, his fingers now digging so tightly, so fiercely, so protectively, into your skin that his nails left marks, Crowley sneered and hissed in a voice filled with the desolation of a fallen angel, “You idiot.” You turned your face and tucked it into his shirt. “We could have been… us.”

Aziraphale said nothing for a very, very long time. Then he murmured, “I forgive you both.”

The bell over the door jingled, and he was gone, without leaving so much as a feather behind.

You sobbed loudly, awfully, horribly into Crowley’s chest, and you felt his own unholy, burning tears fall against your hairline as he stroked your tresses and kept you standing.

The end of forever started on a Saturday evening, and ended on a Sunday morning.

It was God’s day, after all.

#good omens #good omens crowley #good omens aziraphale #crowley x aziraphale #aziraphale x reader #crowley x reader #good omens x reader #the light the dark and the spaces in between fic

[no1heyyyyyyyy]

Sevika's tastes

Sevika is an old lady and she just wants to be left alone. She likes to look good but when it comes to clothes, Miss thing just doesn’t care that much. She always has practicality in mind. So, no dresses, nothing flowy, has to have natural fabrics so that her skin can breathe, and she requires that things are comfortable. Her shoes are always made for hardware with a strong sole and often reinforced. In the modern world, I see her working in metal working (specifically welding), so she has to have clothes that are multipurpose. Though, if she was forced to wear anything really nice, it would be a simple well-cut blazer and a button down with jeans or slacks that conform to her legs nicely. She prefers earthy colors, nothing too flashy. I think she’d really appreciate a nice dark green, or perhaps brown. I also feel that she would enjoy a nice flannel regularly.

With food, I’m afraid her palette is as unrefined as her clothing choices. She genuinely does not care what she eats, though she really likes chicken- loves hot wings, spicy food is her love. But, her comfort food will always be the food native to what part of India her family is from. I don’t think she’s the best cook, but she has a few family recipes that she knows so well (aloo gobi, chai, samosa, tikka masala, saag paneer). And, I think that on nights where she’s feeling really sad or lonely she always craves those foods. She’d love to cook with or for her partner, it’d be the best way to get to know her honestly. Because it allows for her to show vulnerability through actions and without words. She loves to take care of people and I think in modern times she’d mother her friends just a bit, always making sure they’re eating well, drinking their water, and sleeping right (if not she’ll give them some chai). She doesn’t eat beef or dark meats in general, and she isn’t the biggest fan of seafood or turkey. So, she sticks with her chicken and her paneer. She’ll eat tofu but it needs to be in curry or something similar.

This woman would love 80s hair metal, music is something that I genuinely believe she’d love so much. She’d play drums as a teenager, dead set on becoming the drummer of the next Metallica. She’d also love the old school heavy metal bands, Iron Maiden, Metallica, Black Sabbath, Pantera. She’d love them all. I think she’d like some old school 90s rap too, but none of the new-age mumble rap that’s going on. She wouldn’t really like Taylor Swift’s music, just because it didn’t vibe with her, but she respected Taylor’s ability to get a bag. She has had a huge crush on Adele ever since she heard the album 25 when it came out. She liked some of her music, but thought Adele was drop dead gorgeous and all mature and soulful and shit, hit her in the feels and made her whipped for this woman she didn’t even know.

For movies she loves shitty 80s slasher horror, nothing that makes her think. She’d sit back in her old recliner in her pajamas and house slippers whilst watching Slumber Party Massacre for the third time, and then put on Golden Girls because she feels that Dorothy Zbornak is her spirit animal. She likes a good sitcom too and a ridiculous drama (she loves Desperate Housewives), she likes the camp, the over the top acting and dumb plots, it makes her laugh and feel care free in a way she hasn’t been in a long time. She just wants to curl up with her pets (she would have many) and watch teen-based tv shows that revolve around crime or secrets (Pretty Little Liars, Riverdale, Vampire Diaries, even Buffy etc.). She likes how bad they are, but she gets so invested it’s ridiculous.

For personal scents she’d like more woody, alluring scents that are also kind of sweet. Think Amber by Rag n’ Bone (it smells so good), she doesn’t spray much, just a spritz, it wafts around her just slightly, just enough for women to fall at her feet. Her individual smell wouldn't be overpowering but it would definitely be clear. It’s grounding and soothing. Her sweat stinks though, every time she comes back from the gym, she goes straight to the showers because her own dogs don’t want to come near her b.o.

In general, Sevika is an old woman who couldn’t give less of a shit. She wants to be left alone with her life and her people and chill. Which is why, I feel like she isn’t that opinionated on much unless it’s boundaries or causes she cares about. She just doesn’t have the energy to be bothered with trivial things like which movie to choose for the night, or which restaurant to go to. She is tired and all she wants to do is eat good food with her partner and her pets in a little cottage in the middle of nowhere. She doesn’t like neighbors and she doesn’t like people in her business. She doesn’t need a perfect life, just one that’s hers.

for whatever reason the letters are being weird, it is killing me. Please ignore it.

#lesbiansafe #sapphic #wlw #lesbian #gay #butch #arcane #vi arcane #vi #vi arcane x reader #vi x reader #arcane sevika #sevika arcane #sevika #sevika fluff #sevika smut #sevika x reader #mel medarda #ambessa x reader #ambessa medarda #arcane ambessa #gn reader #hester

[fwkiera]

💋Skz reaction to you cuddling them for the first time💋 pt. 2

maknae line<3

genre: fluffffy

a/n: sry this took so long to post 😭 i’ve been wanting to write other stories too n i’m writing another one rn so stay tuned 👀

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han: His reaction wouldn’t be the most calm out of all of them cause he’s wanted to feel your body pressed against him for so long (not in that way) but he would hold you close and make sure to never let you go after that. You would being able to feel every breath of his on your neck but of course it didn’t bother you one bit. After that experience, he always asked to cuddle you every second that you were free. If you were cooking or doing that laundry, he would pick you up bridal style, turn off the stove (if u were cooking) and throw you directly in the bed just to fall asleep in your presence. Every time he did that, you protested against it n said “wait baby, i have to get the chores done” but he followed up with “chores can wait.. need you.” no one could ever resist the eyes he so naturally gives you and you cave into his desires with a small chuckle as he brings you back up to the room.

felix: he can be very emotional sometimes. so when you first decided to tell him ‘scoot over’ with the wave of your hand, he obliged just to have you snuggle up next to him. Him being the big spoon in this made it even better so maybe he sheds a tear or two. When you turn around and find the tear rolling down him face, you’re shocked but wipe it off n give him a little kiss. Once you turn back around to get your phone, he whines b says that he’s wants to ‘see your beautiful face’. you slowly turn back around again and nuzzle your nose against his chest just to fall asleep minutes later.

seungmin: once again, he’s another person that would act all cool about it but loves and craves your touch everytime of the day. if and when you do cuddle him, he can’t help but huff n puff so he can’t still keep his ‘mean dom’ side of him. but you don’t listen. if you did listen though, he would probably pout n look at you with boba eyes just like han. it kind of makes you confused since he was huffin n puffin not that long ago for you to get away from him. once you get back in bed or on the couch again, he pulls you close n plays with your hair which makes you slowly doze off into a hazy dream.

i.n/jeongin: he says he doesn’t like skin-ship, but when it comes to you, he’s into it all of a sudden. it takes you by surprise when you get into bed with your boyfriend and randomly he grabs your waist to pull you closer to him. you look at him with some confusion but all he ends up doing is kissing you and falls asleep soon after that. when he wakes up and find you gone from his arms and the bed, instantly gets up in a rush just to find you eating some noodles on the couch watching a random k drama you found. it makes him giggle a bit as he joins you on the couch and asks to eat some noodles with you.

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a/n: IK ITS NOT AS LONG AS THE OTHER ONE BUT IM SORRYY !! it’s 2am over here n my brains rotting😞 hope u guys liked it tho !

#skz #skz fluff #stray kids #stray kids fluff #jeongin #i.n #felix #han jisung #cuddling #fluff

[holywizardheart]

~Random astrology placements~

💕Venus in the 12th house

- often fall in love with unavailable men/women

- very secretive with their love life

- good at keeping secrets

- tend to be lonely

- idealizing their partner

- rescuer; always try to help people

- may have a problem setting up boundaries

- many people could take advantage of them

- appearing mysterious without effort

- can have a very complicated love life or could

- often fall for the wrong person

- romantic and selfless, giving, affectionate, dreamy

🥑Moon in the 6th house

- they need routines to keep themselves emotionally balanced

- their emotions may effect their health

- great care-taker

- someone who needs to be needed or appreciated

- they want to take care of people they like

- they become very emotional when they don't seem to get things done at work

- ready to help people

- very attached to their pets

- they want to solve others problems

- if moon is bad aspected they can have major problems with their health

- can have anxiety or tend to worry a lot

🔥Leo moon

- you express yourself from your heart

- always strive for the best

- might be kind of a drama queen

- you're a very joyful person (childlike)

- tend to be playful and energetic around people

- they constantly crave attention

- generous with their loved ones and friends

- likes to be supported and validated

- very charming and vibrant guys

- know how to express themselves especially in creativity

- people just love to be around you

💢Mars in the 2nd house

- They often have to fight for their financial security

- It might be really hard to gain self-worth and a value system for themselves

- hate to be dominated by money so I think this is the main reason why they want to be independent financially

- spend money so quickly (impulsively buying things)

- such a hard workers

- ^if I want this thing I'll get it no matter how^

- always the motivation becomes money

- they could experience some hardships when it comes to money and finances in childhood

- also they can be afraid of poverty

- you can have an athletic body because the 2nd house represents your beauty and body

🔮Sun in the 8th house

- they have gone through many challenges in their life

- transforming themselves and becoming the type of person that they wanted to be

- usually, they tend to be private and it takes a long time to open up

- uninvolved or missing father

- people can perceive them as a "mysterious" person

- they give off a "Scorpio vibe"

- they don't like superficial things or people

- they can be interested in sex, psychology, occult, dark stuff, death, etc.

- I also noticed that they know how to manage money well

#astro community #astrology #astro observations #astro notes

[psychwxrdd]

not a dark rafe but life could you write something about rafe falling in love with a nurse when he gets injured

ohhhh i love this!!!

big boy

🎀 - lmao i literally blush when i see this gif (not mine)

rafe's biggest secret: he loves that you take care of him. he loves when you're the biggest spoon, he loves it that he can be allowed to have human feelings by your side. you two met after he got into a fight between pogues and kooks, you were the nurse at the closest hospital. he immediately felt those butterflies you usually have as a kid when you have a crush for the first time, the moment you gave him that big beautiful smile.

it was something new: a light joy. he felt so pure and happy, your simple presence was enough to make the air fresh. he was so used to family drama and fights, so many stressful things, people judging his every move, it felt crazy to meet someone like you. it felt crazy that a nurse he met at the hospital trusted him more in a small talk than the people who knew him his whole life.

"this is not gonna hurt, i promise. just close your eyes" you said and he did exactly as you told, trusting you as if you guys knew each other for a long time. your hands were so delicated on his skin, you were just so sweet and kind... rafe didn't liked talking about it, but this always did something to him. he always secretely craved for feeling loved and cared for once, and not the one protecting and solving things. just for once.

he felt your scent and it just made him even more comfortable, he almost held your hand. maybe pope beated his head too hard? he just felt vulnerable and silly.

"if it hurts too bad, can you give me your number to reward me?"

she chuckled.

"you're a big boy, you won't feel pain"

he loved to remember that day. even tho he went to a horrible argument and things were all going wrong, all the bad things seemed to be erased by the moment he met you there. he would also never tell anyone, but he was kind of glad he was beaten up so he could had the chance to met his future wife.

#rafe cameron x reader #rafe x reader #rafe x you #rafe x y/n #outer banks #obx imagine #obx fic #soft rafe cameron

[cryptidcorners]

No format, because my brain is ROTTING. Derek Dandorth headcanons or character essay? Uhhh, I think so!

I honestly kind of deepened his whole character, lol. Sorry but I can't help myself. I promise I'm working on a fic rn !!

Some quick warnings are mentions of childhood trauma and such!

✦ Derek Danforth, someone who craves attention and emotional intimacy more than anything — while his relationships may be minor in numbers, he holds them dearly. His competitive nature, self loathing and lack of social skills (+ him being a bit of a loser) contributes greatly to his behavior. Most of the time, he wallflowers at a party or scrolls through social media.

✦ He challenges people who succeed much better than him. Derek has always been fighting for someone to see him, even if it's just mindless praise. Derek devotes so much of his time to appear better and he lives off the dopamine of people liking him. Derek doesn't seem to fit in with others and isn't as popular as most assume.

✦ Enjoys time consuming activities, such as his morning routine. I think he'd like writing as well. Just anything to kill time, he'll do.

✦ So sassy. Yes, he is very awkward — but Derek is incredibly charismatic and smiley when he's in his field. Anytime Derek is in uncomfortable places, he goes dead quiet. It's really just instinct to kind of go on autopilot when he isn't contributing anything. But yeah, he's a drama queen with a huge attitude.

✦ Probably has the most wildest music taste, or taste in general. I mean, have you seen his outfits?

✦ Very needy and clingy. In all his relationships, he's overly affectionate, sweet and chases any positive reactions. Constantly calling to check in on them, send in gifts or shower them in compliments. He's a hopeless romantic.

✦ Speaking of romantic, he's definitely crazy over the genre. He's so lovesick he probably has a shelf filled with books from the romance genre.

✦ Derek enjoys when people play with his hair, or share soft intimacy. Hugs that last too long, cuddling under the covers or talking nonstop — drives him crazy.

✦ Rambles about wine. I don't think he'd drink it too much but he'd definitely have a heavy preference and drop his opinions no matter what.

#👑 derek danforth #derek danforth #the Beekeeper #josh hutcherson #miscellaneous #i love this loser #📖 not a request/writing #headcanons #micky garnett #derek danforth x mickey garnett #derek danforth x reader

[rosielav]

Rosie's Favorite (currently finished/caught up) Podcasts:

The Amelia Project - silly, quirky, morbid but almost always more jaunty and eccentric than completely dark. Great for anyone who loves 'narrator' or interview type podcasts. If I'm not mistaken, I've posted some of my thoughts on here using the pod's hashtag.

The Mistholme Museum of Mystery, Morbitity, and Mortality - another narrator type podcast, and probably my favorite of all time. The main voice you hear is perfect imo and keeps you engaged in all the right ways, bringing tension where it's needed, and levity where it's funny or odd. Absolutely consumed this podcast with a voraciousness I haven't felt for a bit. Keeps you guessing and always wanting more from every exhibit.

Victoriocity - excellent voice acting, interesting and unique premise and setting, and great plot. One of the podcasts I'm most looking forward to returning :) think steam punk but also it's the 1800s still in weird ways. If you love an old timey British accent, you'll love this haha.

The White Vault - probably my favorite specifically horror podcast, that makes you wait for answers in a craving sort of way, a longing to know what's going on, and not slogging through a bunch of filler to then get answers. It's great, gorey, geographically diverse fun. Interesting mashups of various cultures re: mythology, history, religion(?). Another on my list to watch out for the return of.

Midnight Burger: the quick pitch is - a time traveling diner that always services people in need, no matter what time, space, or dimension they may reside in. Excellent cast of characters, great development, wonderful implementation of a new character(s), and in general a very comfortable vibe to return to (speaking of, once I run out of recommendations I may relisten to this one). Highly recommend if you like sitcoms with time travel splashed with a bit of horror.

Edit: just finished up another one, so time to add it to the list!!

Monstrous Agonies: A radio show advice segment, about, by, and for the Creature Community. If you like WTNV, but find it a bit intense sometimes, or a bit too plot heavy/etc, you'll absolutely love this. Instead of the whole show, you just get the advice segment, but oh ho ho, is it so much more than that. If you're queer, BIMPOC, from a blended/mixed/broken/anything but 'typical' home... I think you'll like it. Very much what I would call 'easy listening', meaning you can just ease into an episode without having to remember a huge cast of characters, a plots b plots C plots meta plots... And it just feels *real*, in that strange and beautiful way WTNV does, but instead of a fictional town, the setting is the real world, with real problems, and real solutions. Sometimes you really do just need to howl or cry or chew on some slippers and that's OK. Highly recommend for ADHD havers or anyone with a short attention span who loves a soothing voice.

Edit: Another absolute banger to add to the list

Wooden Overcoats - how do I even properly describe the experience of this podcast. Let's start with the basics: It's the story of twins who run a funeral parlor on a small island, in a small village. Their family has been running said parlor for hundreds of years, as the only funeral directors on the island. Until one day... They aren't. A man arrives and sets up his own funeral parlor directly across the square, and boy, do things change for those twins. If you've listened to (and loved) Victoriocity, or The Amelia Project, I guarantee you'll enjoy this one. Strange, silly, and interesting things are always happening, except this one doesn't have quite as much drama (well...... Perhaps a different kind of drama. I'd call this an interpersonal dramedy, with emphasis on the comedy). An incredible listen, through and through. I thoroughly enjoyed every single episode, and the ending was quite safisfying :)

Another EXCELLENT addition to this ever increasing list of content!!! I'm not even finished with this one, I just love it so much that I can't help but add it to the list:

Mission Rejected - you know in those spy movies, where the spy gets a secret message from HQ and they say 'your mission, if you choose to accept it...' ok great. Now imagine if 007 said 'no'. This is the story about the backups, the team that takes the missions rejected by the Top Spy Guy. It's got diverse voice acting (in many senses of the word - you can tell the voices apart, it's not exclusively straight cis white dudes, etc etc), wonderful worldbuilding, great pacing, an excellent plot, I really could go on and on. I highly recommend this specific podcast to anyone who wants something light to get deeply invested in, that has a lot of comedy but also develops the characters outside of just their bits. 100/10 no notes

Edit: not sure which podcast/podcast enthusiast rb'ed this yesterday but I'm so glad more folks get to see this list!!! It makes me so happy that lots of folks enjoy this list, a d share their fave ones, and!!!! Aaaggghhhhhhhhh!!! I love podcasts and podcast enthusiasts!!!!!

Also I have another one for yall :3 if you're looking for another improv comedy to add to your list!!!

Hey Riddle Riddle - exactly what you think it is, but also so much more. Three friends/coworkers who also happen to be sensational improv comedians solve riddles and puzzles together, while also introducing bits and skits and reoccurring segments, so it never feels like 'just a Riddle podcast' (whatever that means). I have laughed every single episode, which is a big deal for me (some comedy podcasts only make me laugh every few episodes, and I require at LEAST one laugh per episode). I can genuinely say this is one of the funniest podcasts I've ever listened to, and the absolute best improv I've ever heard. I'm all for committing to the bit, and this one absolutely delivers on both the commitment part and the bit part haha. Seriously can't recommend this one enough if you maybe listen to a lot of drama/horror and need something easy to listen to (easy meaning there's not a plot you have to be intensely listening for, you can just enjoy it casually). 1000/10, please listen and also tell me YOUR favorite riddles :)

#podcasts #podcast recommendation #Midnight Burger #victoriocity #the amelia project #the mistholme museum of mystery morbidity and mortality #the white vault #I spent a lot of time in Midnight burgers first episode wondering if Zebulon was Paul F Thompsons lmao #Anyways I love these podcasts please someone ask me about them #I desperately want to interact with more podcast people #Yell at me about podcasts #Ask me about my favorite characters or episodes #monstrous agonies #wooden overcoats #mission rejected podcast #Skip Grainger has made me realize what a blorbo truly is. I love this man. I love him so fucking much. With his little filing systems. #I want to scrunch him down and put him in my pocket forever I wanna just rotate him around in my brain he's the perfect lil guy #Finally a man i could truly feel safe around like... This man understands platonic love like no other man I've ever seen #hey riddle riddle

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

So I saw that you were looking for Daryl Dixon requests & I am ALWAYS looking for some quality Daryl fics 😉. I was thinking about Daryl waking up his girl in the middle of the night for some sexy time because he just can’t get enough of her. Plus size Fem/she/her reader pretty please 🙏🏻

༉‧₊˚. 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 || 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐱𝐨𝐧

― pairings: daryl dixon x plus size!reader

― era: season 10

― summary: daryl can't seem to act characteristically around you, and he can't get mad whenever you melt him into a puddle without even trying.

― warnings: established relationship, mentions of mutual pining, daryl is in love, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, multiple orgasms, penis in vagina sex, unprotected sex, soft sex, kind of needy sex, daryl dixon is needy, lowkey sub!daryl dixon but it's just because he's whipped, cumming inside.

― wc: 1010

⋆ a/n: this is the first request that i've been able to complete in a long time, and i'm not going to lie and say that it wasn't refreshing to make, especially since i'm not on a time crunch. i had a lot of fun writing this, thank you for your request!

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Daryl wouldn't say that he's an insatiable man, but when it came to you, he didn't know what he was. He wasn't like Merle, who was an addict, he wasn't Lori, the woman that constantly craved drama and someone to save her, he was just... well, he was him. He was the no-good redneck that shouldn't have survived, the one that had somehow made it to see many communities rise and fall. He thought that was it, that he was there to protect until he couldn't anymore, but then there was you.

He didn't know how or when it happened, but once he had seen you, it was like his whole world had totally spun off of its axis, like his heart had started beating again even though it had never stopped to begin with. After all of the loss, all of his sacrifices, he almost couldn't believe it. You approached him first; you made your interest for him known as you didn't hide your feelings for the estranged man.

He almost couldn't even believe you now as he spooned you from behind, a heavy arm rested over your fluffy chest. You muttered something in your sleep, your ass pressing up against the warmth radiating from behind you. He grunted, his forearm tightening against your stomach. Another thing that he loved about you, was not only your soul & heart, but your body as well. Now, Daryl isn't a shallow man, he isn't attracted to someone purely based off of their looks, he wouldn't be the man he is now if he did, but your body.. it drove him crazy. Everything about you did, to your hair, down to the curves of your waist, the bump of your hips, the ripples in your skin, your large stomach, he loved all of you and more.

So, that's why he was fighting himself as he grew hard against your bottom, his hands desperately trying to keep you still as you kept grinding against him. He knew he should let you sleep, but you were intoxicating, his senses were filled with your shampoo, his hands full of your soft skin, and he was only a man.

He called out your name softly into your ear, the scruff of his beard tickling the side of your jaw. You grumbled, your displeasured whine bleeding into a soft hum.

"What is it, D?" You mumbled softly, turning your head slightly so that your lips brushed up against each other's. "I— uhh." The slow movement of his hips was enough. "Oh, Dar. Take what you need from me." You cooed softly, pressing a full kiss to his lips before turning your head back around, getting comfortable as his large hand breached the hem of your pajama pants, then your underwear. You hissed slightly at the feeling of his calloused fingers caressing your outter lips, your breathing getting heavier as he began to work you open.

His fingers were so large, they could practically have you broken down into nothing as you desperately rode them, the man adding a second finger as he listened to your noises. The sounds you made were like a song that he would never get sick of listening to, like a cd that was constantly left on replay until it burned out. He curled his two fingers against your g-spot before adding a third and final one, his thumb practically covering your sensitive nub as you attempted to bury your face in your pillow.

"Daryl.. baby." You whined out, an arm reaching back so that they could tangle in his long hair. He grunted at your grip, a slight pressure pulling against his roots. He tucked his face into your neck, silently coaxing you towards your high as your moans reached a louder pitch. As you crashed, you convulsed around his fingers, clenching down in a feeble attempt to keep him from leaving you.

"Can I — Can I.." His words seemed to die out as they left his lips, the sound muffled due to his mouth being against your skin. You were needier than ever, reading his mind as you quickly shoved down your sleep shorts and underwear, the material straining against your large thighs as you propped your legs up. Daryl tugged his own garments down too, his heavy cock pressed up against your ass. "Put it in, Daryl. I need it, please." You whispered, but your request definitely didn't fall on deaf ears as he guided himself into your dripping heat, a large hand upping the back of your knee for stability.

His arm slipped under your waist, your upper torso pressing it into the bed as he gripped your full stomach harshly. He groaned at the feeling of your softness compared to the fact that you fit him so well, your tight heat practically strangling his dick as he desperately tried to keep himself from cumming too early.

"Yer so tight, I don' think I can last long." He groaned in shame, his hips grinding against yours pathetically. You breathed heavily at the minimal movement, the sensitivity of your inner walls offering you excess pleasure. "I don't — I don't mind." You turned your head so that you could look at him with slight difficulty. "You can use me, baby, I don't mind. I've already cum once, you know that's enough for me." You spoke against his lips as they grazed each other's. "I know ya don', but yer my girl, 'nd 'm supposed to take care of ya." You smiled softly, pecking his lips.

"If that's what you wanna do." Turning back around, he settled on short strokes, nothing too rough as he worked both of you into bliss gently, your walls feeling every veins and curve of his cock, practically memorizing them as your breathless noises combined together in a beautiful duet.

When he came, it was soft, a grunt falling out of his mouth and into muted air as you relaxed, the feeling of him surrounding you as you had begun to doze off in his warm embrace.

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[lovelynim]

heeheehee- How about lee!Dan Heng x ler!Caelus with 🌼? Idk, just something silly and playful, it can be literally anything (like Caelus calling himself a Tickle Monster, or playful chasing with lots of teasing and sweet compliments, or using the nursery rhymes- just anything that would make Dan Heng all "StOp wiTh aLl tHat cHilDisHneSs >:[" while he's giggling and blushing adorably.......)

It takes a raccoon to pester a dragon

Honkai: Star Rail - Dan Heng x Caelus

[500 Followers Milestone Event - "Games"]

A/N: OMG I LOVE THIS PROMPT SO MUCH BECAUSE- UGH, IT FITS THEM SO WELL AAAA *cahem* I mean, hi anon! Heheh, I want to thank you for requesting them because they are my current brainrot so far and I was craving for more content of them, heheh

Summary: Caelus asks Dan Heng to help him cure his boredom, but after having his request denied, the trailblazer decides to find another way to amuse himself.

Word count: 1322 words

It was a simple task: watch over the Astral Express while the rest of the crew was gone. Easy, too easy, honestly, considering they had just stopped by Herta’s Spacial Station. Even more: it was Dan Heng the one staying with him, what was there to fear?

But it was exactly because of how easy this task was that… Caelus was terribly bored. He felt like he could die because of it at any given second and nothing seemed to humor him.

No energy to spend on his gacha games, no videos to watch, no people to chat with… what was he supposed to do?

Dan Heng, on the other hand, seemed very amused, completely entertained and absorbed by the book he had in his hands. “The Tales of-” agh, whatever, Caelus couldn’t bother himself to finish reading it.

He let out a disappointed sigh, walking around the parlor car before returning to the couch where they were sitting. Watching his cellphone’s screen with a blank look on his face, Caelus slowly let himself fall, leaning his head on Dan Heng’s shoulder. “Dan Heng…” He whined, looking up to the ravenhead, hoping to get some reaction from him.

“Yes, Caelus?” He mumbled, his eyes going through word after word at an impressive speed. So focused, so determined to finish that story, so… boring. 

Caelus sighed again, placing his hand on the other’s arms, weakly tugging at his clothes. “I’m bored… help me ~” He pleaded with an extra dose of drama in his voice, making puppy eyes as he stared intensely at the other.

He wasn’t sure what the other should do either, truth to be told, but it didn’t matter. As long as he came up with something to cure that boredom, it was fine. But, much to his demise, Caelus didn’t get an answer from him. Instead, he was pierced with a cold and confused look.

“You should try reading something for a change,” Dan Heng said, almost as if scolding him for his lack of interest in the literature works they had in the Astral Express’s archive. “I’m sure a good book would keep you entertained for more time than that game you’re always playing.”

And, just like that, he resumed his reading. Caelus was stunned, jaw dropped in disbelief. A book?! Is that what all he had to suggest?!

Letting out a loud groan like some kind of spoiled kid, the trailblazer threw himself over the other male, nearly pushing him down into the couch. “Come ooon ~ let’s do something, Dan Heng!”

The ravenhead grunted, tightening the grip around his book with one hand as he tried to shove Caelus away with the other. “What are you? Five? Get- ugh, get a hold of yourself!”

The trailblazer giggled as much as the other whined, putting up a fight and slowly managing to get a hold on him, straddling his waist and trapping him on the couch. “Himeko told you to take care of me, not to ignore me! ~” Spotting an opening, Caelus quickly snatched the book from Dan Heng’s hand, throwing it over his shoulder before the other could react. 

“Hey! I was reading th-” as he was about to finish speaking, he felt how Caelus pinned his wrists against the couch, completely trapping him.

“You are not reading it anymore, are you?”

“No, because someone is pestering me.” Dan Heng replied coldly, trying to feign annoyance as a faint blush spread across his cheeks. He tried to squirm his hands free or shake Caelus off his hips, but the boy kept him in place with a firm hold. Dan Heng groaned again, letting out a deep sigh before looking up to the other man’s face. “Happy?”

“Not quite…” Caelus said with a grin, trying to think of his next move. Looking around the parlor car, the trailblazer finally came up with a plan. “Apologize for being mean to me.”

“What?” Dan Heng raised his eyebrow, slightly turning his head, knowing the heat would spread all over his face if he kept looking at Caelus like that. “I wasn’t mean to you.”

“You totally was,” the other insisted, making sure he wasn’t going anywhere. “Apologize or-”

“Or what?”

“The Tickle Monster will get you,” Caelus said, as confidently and proudly as possible, acknowledging the true threat of those words. Suddenly, silence quickly filled the space as the two men stared at each other.

The red tones in Dan Heng’s face slowly covered the rest of his cheeks, going up to the tip of his ears and down to his neck. “...Caelus, don’t you dare.”

“Are you going to apologize?”

“No, but,” he continued to talk, but the trailblazer was already inhaling as much air as he could, “I’m warning yoHOHO- AHahAHah, C-CahAHAhaelus!!”

Hell broke loose before he could finish, sending him into a loud - and embarrassing - fit of cackles. Dan Heng kicked his feet as much as he was allowed to inside of Caelus’s hold, trying to scrunch up his shoulders to protect his neck while the other blew one raspberry after the other against the spot.

Nuzzling his face against that tight space, Caelus took turn between covering the flush skin with light, ticklish kisses, blowing air right on the other’s ear and - last, but not least - blowing more raspberries, making sure to make it as loud as possible, knowing it would make Dan Heng blush harder.

“AhahAHAH, s-stoHOHOP IHIIHIT!! LehEHEHet m-me gohOHO!” Dan Heng cried out in mirth, closing his eyes shut as he tried to block the ticklish feeling with all his strength, but failed to do despite his attempts. “T-This ihihis chi- ahAHAh, childish!!”

After another round of tickling, Caelus finally decided to give the other a break. Lifting up his face to look down at him once again, he now saw, instead of the usual cool and collected Dan Heng, a mess of a man, reduced to a mere puddle of laughter. “So,” he started, cockly as ever, “are you going to apologize?”

“Ahh… hah, you- agh…” Dan Heng gasped, trying to catch his breath as his chest waved up and down, still recovering from the last assault. He knew his chances of escaping were narrow, even more now that the tickling took the best of him, but, still, he had his pride. “...just let me go, Caelus, stop with all that childishness.”

“Stubborness is also childis-”

“AHEM,” a voice broke into their conversation, making both of them look to the side. Their eyes were met by an angry, really angry, Pom-Pom. The conductor stared at them with disapproval, they could almost see a little steam coming off from his head. “No dating in the parlor car! What if we had a guest coming over? They would think Pom-Pom allows this kind of stuff in the Astral Express!”

“W-what?! We are not datin-”

“Pom-Pom doesn’t want to hear excuses!” The conductor interrupted Dan Heng, stomping as he seemed even more angry than before. “No dating in the parlor car!”

Caelus gave Dan Heng one last look before slowly slide off his lap, sitting back on the couch while the others did the same.

Letting out the last huff, Pom-Pom resumed to walk away, going back to the tasks he was so diligent with. Once they were back to safety, Caelus snickered, covering his lips as he chuckled quietly.

“Hope you had enough after getting us in trouble with the conductor, you- you brat,” Dan Heng hissed, picking up his book from the middle of the cushions and checking to see if it was damaged.

“It was worth it,” Caelus teased, smirking, “and you still haven’t apologized,” he added, quickly looking in the opposite direction when Dan Heng gave him a death stare. Well, he could let him slide off that for now, they would have time for other games later - when Pom-Pom wouldn’t be around to save the express’s archivist from the Tickle Monster.

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[harlowsbby]

Circles Part Two

“What would you do that for Neelam? I don’t really understand the reason or understand why you felt that it was necessary.”

After everything that just went down Jack was trying to figure out just exactly how everything blew up. One minute you were all dancing and laughing and just enjoying each other's company and the next you’re running out crying and everyone is pointing fingers at Neelam.

“I was protecting you and you can’t even get mad at me when you’re the one that brought it up.” To be fair Neelam was right Jack had mentioned brining up an NDA but that was before he got to know you as a person now, he knows you aren’t like all those other girls he’s been with.

“That was in the past Neelam you had no right to say all that shit to her.” He was fuming Jack knew you’d probably never speak to him again and honesty who couldn’t blame you.

“Whatever, I’m done with this conversation I didn’t mean to come off strong I just… I just want what’s best for you alright.” Neelam started getting emotional. “You’ve been through a lot, and you didn’t come this far just to lose.” Jack wasn’t angry anymore he was more so understanding.

He knew Neelam had good intentions when it came to him, but she just wished she would’ve talked to him first. “I appreciate you looking out for me Neelam but all of that with Y/N wasn’t needed.” He took a seat next to her. “She’s different in a good way she doesn’t care about all of the glitz and glamor. I just hope she can forgive me.”

“I’m sure she will and if she’s down for it I’d love to meet her again and apologize.” Neelam suggested. “You promise you won’t make her cry this time?” Jack threatened, “I promise I’ll be on my best behavior.” Now that he talked things out with Neelam, he can only hope and pray you'd talk to him.

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“Babe come on I feel like you ignoring him just isn’t fair.” Your friend Mia said. You had Drama drop you off at Mia’s house after everything went down because you knew Jack most likely would probably be at your house the next day.

“I don’t wanna hear anything he has to say I just feel like it was a set up and for him to have been already discussing the NDA with Neelam it just makes me feel some type of way.” Mia understood how you felt and you had every right to feel the way you felt mainly because you went in with open arms and a open heart, you wanted to be friends with everyone but that clearly didn’t happen.

“Well just get up out of bed and go shower at least you’re kind of smelling up my entire bedroom.” She joked which earned her a pillow to the head. “Fine I’ll get up and shower but why?”

Jack had messaged Mia via Instagram and had messaged her and explained everything that went down and asked Mia if she was able to make it seem like she was taking you out, when in reality Jack wanted Mia to bring you to Morris Deli so you’d be able to talk.

“I’m kind of hungry and I’m really craving a sandwich from Morris Deli.” She was being oddly specific. “Alright I’ll go get ready I’ll be downstairs in 10.” She nodded and left the room leaving you alone.

You sighed and got up you honestly weren’t in the mood to go anywhere or see anybody you just wanted to honestly cry. You knew Jack didn’t deserve the silent treatment or just being completely ignored you felt guilty knowing he was probably worried and stressed over the fact that you weren’t talking to him.

After you showered you tossed on the pair of leggings with one of Mia’s hoodies, after looking yourself over one last time you made your way downstairs. “Wow look at you all showered up and looking fresh and so clean.” Mia joked.

“Yeah whatever but lunch is on you today.” She raised her hands in defense. “Yes ma’am.”

The car ride over there didn’t take as long as you expected it to be, once Mia pulled up you got out of the car and went to walk inside the deli but stopped when you realized Mia wasn't following behind.

You quickly walked back over to the car and went to open it just to find out she locked the car doors, she rolled the window passenger window down. “Uh hello what are you doing?” You we’re getting irritated because you didn’t understand what was going on and you were getting looks from individuals passing by. “You see I’m not actually hungry.” Your eyebrows scrunched together, she wasn’t making any sense right now. “Okay so let’s go home then.” You went to open the door again just for her to drive up forward a bit.

“Are you crazy you almost ran over my toes.” She giggled. “Look you’re going to hate me right now but I promise you’ll love me later babe, good luck Jack.” She waved at someone standing behind you.

“Jack?” You turned around when you noticed another shadow appearing right behind you. “Oh it’s you.” Jack's smiled faintly. “It’s me you know your boyfriend the one you’ve been ignoring.” He song sang it was awkward for a few seconds the two of you not really knowing what to do or how to start the conversation.

"Look.” He sighed and looked up at you. “I’m sorry baby I didn’t know any of that was going to happen. If I knew Neelam was going to react that way I wouldn’t have taken you there I hope you know I’d never willing put you in any situation like that." Jack was being brutally honest with you and that’s something you deeply cherished about him.

“I’m sorry for overreacting you didn’t deserve to be ignored but it hurt when I heard her say that you’ve talked to her about having be potentially signing an NDA.” Jack took your hands in his. “I did discuss the NDA to Neelam and Drama but that’s only because I told them it wasn’t going to be needed.”

You titled your head to the side. “Why wouldn’t it be needed?” He grinned and looked down at the ground before drawing his blue ocean eyes back to you. “I truly and honestly love and adore you Y/N, I don’t know and maybe I’ll sound like a fool but ever since we’ve met I just feel like we have this never ending chemistry and I’d love for you to officially be my girlfriend?”

You felt as if your heart was about to burst out of your chest, you couldn’t stop the smile that appeared on your face even if you tried. “I’d love to be your girlfriend Jack.” He smiled and took your hand in his. “Well now that we’ve settled that I’d like for you to come back to the house later, Neelam wants to talk to you.” Your eyes widened. “Round one wasn’t enough? She wants to give me more shit.”

He chucked “No babe she wants to apologize so just hear her out she means good.” You we’re a bit skeptical at first but hearing somebody out never hurt, you just hoped you’d be able to amend things with Neelam.

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Later that night you arrived to Jack’s house once the two of you were inside you were greeted almost immediately by Druski and Urban.

“Wow look who came back I’m honestly surprised you did.” Urban joked and brought you in for a hug. “Me too I’m glad you aren’t letting that wicked witch keep you away from Jack.” Druski said. “She’d never be able to keep me away from any of you."

Your little sweet moment was interrupted by a cough, looking behind you is when you noticed Neelam standing there. She looked at Urban with a smug look on her face. “So I’m the wicked witch now Urban?” Urban’s stood there frightened as if he’s seen a ghost. “What? No I never said you were a witch I’d never.” He lied but Neelam dismissed him.

That’s when she focused her attention back on you. She gave you a half smile. “Y/N do you think we can talk for a minute?” You looked up at Jack who gave you a small smile and nodded his head. “That’s fine.” Jack gave your hand a little squeeze before following after Neelam outside.

Once the two of you made it to the porch you both sat on the steps, you wrapped your arms around yourself the cold crips air sending shivers down your arms. “I’m sorry for how I acted Y/N, I’m just very protective when it comes to Jack and the company he keeps.”

You understand completely where Neelam was coming from but at the same time you knew who you were and you’d never treat Jack like how he’s been treated in the past. “I understand Neelam but you need to understand that I’d never use Jack or put him through all of that I’m a good women and I love Jack just as much as he loves me, I just want everything to be okay between us especially since I know I’ll be around for a long time.” You confidently stated.

“You’re right you’re nothing like them and I’m sorry for making that comparison, so what do you think about us starting over?” You thought about it for a second just to tease her. “I think I’d honestly love that.”

Jack sat by the window and peeked at the two of you through the blinds. “What’s going on? Are they fighting.” Urban asked. “No, it looks like they are both laughing.” Druski started laughing, Jack pulled back from the window not wanting to get caught spying.

“What’s so funny?” He narrowed his eyes. Druski shrugged his shoulders and took a bite of his pizza. “You know with the two of them being friends I just hope you know they’ll both be bickering with you and I’m sure Y/N will side with Neelam 99% of the time.”

Jack had an uneasy feeling in his stomach now. “Shit you’re completely right I didn’t even think about it, is it too late to make them hate each other?” Jack innocently asked making Druski laugh. “Oh no man you’re stuck for life now.” Druski laughed once more and walked back into the kitchen.

When Jack went to turn back around to look outside he jumped when he was met face to face with Neelam and Yourself looking right back at him. “Jack!!” You both yelled from outside the window. “Stop being a weirdo and go sit down somewhere.” Neelam demanded. “Yeah being a creep isn’t cute.” Jack groaned and muttered things under his breath in a way he wished the two of you would’ve never made up.

#jack harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow x you

[galacticleague]

speaking my truth on npmd because im thinking about this alot. i think the reason it falls flatter than tgwdlm and bf as a musical is that tgwdlm and bf have a running theme — want.

(whole thing undercut)

the cast of tgwdlm want human connection - charlotte wants sam to love her, bill wants alice to love him, mr davidson wants his wife to choke him while he jerks off etc etc, and eventually paul goes from 'i want what anyone wants, money, kids, a partner maybe idk' to - to put it simply - wanting emma (putting it very simply, if i went into detail this post would go off the rails). this switch is what makes him vulnerable to the hive and this want to live and to survive and to be happy with emma is satiated by pokey by giving him the connection he craves via hivemind, this is how it works for everyone. they want to be happy, pokey makes them happy by removing any need to want anything in the first place.

similarly, in bf, the adults of hatchetfield are still miserable and they want to be happy, they have this void within them that they feel they need to fill with products and consumerism. if they buy this stupid fucking doll their kids will love them, they will be happy, etc etc. and this want to be happy is similarly satiated by wiggly via the cult - they have something to worship, or - in lindas case - people who worship them. they have purpose, or at least they think they do, but whether their problems have actually been solved or not - they are still content.

but in npmd, this is less solid. theres that bit where they have to sacrifice what they want the most, but this is near the end. its kind of all over the place, and this wobbliness(?) is sort of just emphasised by the fact that there is no specific lord in black, its all of them. now i loved the summoning when i first watched it because im obviously a huge hatchetfield fan so i like. know who these characters are but as ive seen others say, alot of npmd does rely on knowing hatchetfield lore - understanding injokes. and in hindsight it just... isnt great for the cohesion of the plot.

tgwdlm and bf both have specific themes, specific lords in black, they have subplots but they have a solid throughline that is easier to follow. to me, npmd feels like its all over the place and it just feels kind of...mid for lack of a better word.

i think there were some moments that were just kind jarring? i guess? like if i loved you coming directly after ruths death was really strange, tonally. i wish they spent more time on ruths death tbh she deserved better. richie got two songs and an opening scene. anyways i digress- i feel like whenever i think about it im always like. i just wanted More. which is weird cuz its already like 2 hours long but idk. IDK!!! if i loved definitely felt unnecessary to me- like just conflict out of nowhere. i would have liked more build up to it. maybe im just salty that it took up stagetime that could have been used to grieve ruth but. sorry for the random if i loved you slander i think my point here is that some moments and some subplots felt more tropey, injokey or like fanservice??but not in a sexual way?? - is that the right word to use idk - than actual compelling plot moments. tgwdlm is an incredible work of theatre and uses subversions of tropes to communicate a great story, bf is a detailed criticism of american consumerism and how capitalistic societies force people to rely on products to make their lives better, npmd is. high school drama with ghosts. it just doesnt hit as hard on its own.

i dont want to be one of those "im a better writer, and THIS is how i would have done it!!!! im going to fix this!!!" people so im not going to do that but i think something i would have liked to see was focus on just one lord in black, probably nibbly because i feel like he fits the most and has the least preexisting story. i mean for gods sake, why does wiggly have the most speech time out of all the lords in black again!!! he already has an entire musical about him!!! greedy bitch- well i guess thats kind of his thing. i think i just want to see more of nibbly tbh, he has one nmt story and he only shows up at the very end. anyways that was kind of a side rant sorry gang. there isnt a problem with having a story featuring all the lords in black, but i think it just doesnt quite work in npmd for like structural reasons as well as plot cohesion.

i did enjoy npmd, im not pretending i didnt, but narratively it is the weakest hatchetfield musical and i just wanted to put my finger on what it is specifically. please dont take this as like hate or slander, i am a huge starkid fan, but i think it is important to consume media critically.

also i am not a professional i am a teenage drama and english lit student who likes media analysis and narrative design so just. take everything i say with a grain of salt :)

if you read all this, thankyou and if you disagree please lmk what you think(civilly.i do not want discourse in my notes)!! i could be hugely wrong about this and just need to think more about npmd and id love to see others' analyses!

#long post #sorry gang #i feel like people are gonna be like “oh but its fun and silly sometimes things are just fun and silly” and yeah i know that #look at my url and pfp. starship is my favourite starkid musical like yeah i Know that #but within the context of the hatchetfield series #it just feels...weak. compared to the other musicals #IDK! idk #this was inspired by that one starcanwrecked confession btw i should go back and rb that #please dont crucify me for this #npmd #starkid #hatchetfield #npmd analysis #hatchetfield analysis

[starlightsearches]

Hysteria was so good omfg….. so good in fact it could be a lil series 👀 Would you consider doing a part 2 please? If not, that’s okay!! :)

Hysteria pt. 2

Part 1 Here

Thank you so much, my love!! I really hoped that this would just be a two-parter, but what i have here has already taken me AGES and i wanted to give the final smut all the attention it deserved. let me know what you think pwease!!

Eddie Munson x Femme Cheerleader! Reader

Requests are always open! Comments and reblogs make my day 💖

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, RC is not a nice person, Eddie is also not nice but RC probably deserves it, infidelity, a very bad relationship between RC and her boyfriend, lots of mentions of fucking but no sex in this part, some delicious fucking ANGST!!!!, threats of violence and drama, bad bitches having a hard time talking about their feelings, you'll probably want to read the other part first but i'm not a cop.

You should not be staring at Eddie Munson. Especially not in the middle of the cafeteria. 

But you can't take your eyes off of him. Not because of the way his frizzy hair catches the light like a halo, or how he's smiling wide enough that you can see his dimples from the other side of the room, torso stretched long over the edge of the table. It's not because you know how the little hollow spaces around his mouth feel against your skin.

It's what he's got caught between his fingers that has you tripping over your feet to get to him.

A shiny white polaroid picture.

Somebody was talking to you—one of the girls from the squad blabbing in your ear about fuck all as you step into the crowded lunch room. You don't even mumble out an excuse, pushing past the bodies in your way, ignoring the glares that follow you all the way to the freak table.

"Give me that."

Eddie's passed the photo to one of his friends, and that's who you snatch it from. He's a freshman, clearly, with a mop of curly brown hair covered in a dorky looking baseball cap. He lets out a soft cry of protest; you silence him with a look.

But you're not in the photo. Nobody is in the photo. 

You were expecting something explicit—expected to see your own fucked-out body spread on his sheets, his rings glinting where they laid against your cheek and his spit smeared across the insides of your thighs. You expected a picture that would have you dripping through the cotton panties you were wearing. You were expecting some kind of thrill to know that Eddie had been looking at it where anybody could see it. 

So the reality is a little jarring. 

It's a polaroid of a fucking dog.

Not even a cute dog—a little mutt, laying on its belly in the dry grass, washed out in the bright sun. A waste of fucking film, if you didn’t know what it was really for. 

Your mouth presses into a tight line, lips pinched between your teeth, and you keep your gaze down, unsure what will happen if you look Eddie in the eyes when you’re feeling so insane. 

Now is not the time to laugh so hard you’d snort, or rip his throat out with your teeth for getting under your skin. Now is not the time to fall all over him like you’ve been fucking craving. 

None of the boys at the table are brave enough to make a sound when you look up—not even Eddie, although he wears quite the grin.

It takes more than one deep breath before you feel safe enough to speak.

"Cute, Munson,” you deflect, popping a hip as you flip the photo back in his direction, “I didn't know you had a girlfriend."

"Don't worry, princess,” he smiles, cocky as all hell, “we're not exclusive."

Somebody laughs. It’s a high-pitched, nervous little giggle that sticks out amid all the heavy silence of listening ears. Eddie leans back in his seat, hands cupped behind his head the same way he had the night you went to his trailer. Echoes of the same shivers he’d pulled from you brush across your skin. 

You want to say something biting. You open your mouth, ready for it, and nothing comes out. Eddie's shirt has ridden up a little, a thin sliver of pale skin revealed beneath his black t-shirt. Maybe even the edge of a tattoo.

Fuck.

He sees where you're staring. He could call attention to it, if he wanted—people at the nearby tables are all waiting to watch shit go down—but Eddie doesn't say anything. His cheeks grow a little pinker.

"What's going on, baby?"

Double fuck.

Connor’s here. You feel his thick arm squeezing possessively around your waist, tightening like a snake sizing up its meal. Your whole body goes still. 

“Hey, babe.”

Your boyfriend smiles in a way he probably thinks is charming, and one meaty finger steers your head in his direction. You're given no warning before his tongue is in your mouth, cracked lips brushing clumsily over yours.

Fuck. Fuck. A millions times fuck.

You slip your hands behind his head, out of view. You don't want anybody to notice the way your fingers curl into fists, nails digging against your palms as you count down the seconds until he stops touching you—pretending to kiss him back and pretending to like it even as your throat and stomach burn. 

Eddie’s noticed. You can tell the second you look at him, his brows divoted towards each other, gaze twitching between your tightly-balled fists and Connor’s sneer. 

“What’re you doing talking to these pricks, babe?” Connor asks you, totally ignoring Eddie and his friends. You shouldn’t roll your eyes at him—shouldn’t make it obvious that you’re growing a little tired of the prom king attitude—so you freeze your expression like plasticine, and keep all the hate on the inside. 

You hand him the polaroid between your fingers, put on a bitchy exterior that doesn’t look much different from your normal exterior. 

“Eddie was just showing us all his new girlfriend.”

Connor squints at the photo, huffing a dumb little laugh from between his lips. You’ve set him up for about a thousand good punchlines. Of course he goes for the most obvious. 

“Finally found a bitch who’s willing to fuck you?” Connor asks, tossing the picture at Eddie.

It smacks against his chest before falling pathetically to the floor; Eddie doesn’t move an inch, eyes on the ceiling, jaw tight. But everybody hears him when he mutters, “not the only bitch.” 

Then his gaze slides to you.

Oh. fucking. shitting. bitchfuck. The surrounding tables go silent, and then burst into activity, filling the room with little murmurs. You watch the stunned looks change, realization blinking on expressions like a string of Christmas lights, feeling every pair of eyes crawling over your skin.

Connor’s breath is hot and heavy in your ear, and he explodes in a rush of movement, gripping the collar of Eddie’s jacket in both meaty fists.

“The fuck did you just say?”

“Connor! Jesus.”

He shrugs you off where you grab at him, his elbow hitting hard enough in your chest that you fall back a few steps. You rub at the spot with your palm, forced to watch like everybody else.

And even though Connor’s got him in a grip tough enough to keep his feet off the ground, it takes Eddie a generous second to rip his eyes from you. 

“I don’t know what’s gotten into you, freak,” Connor spits right in his face, “or what kind of shit you’ve been smoking, but you better watch it. ‘Cause there’s no way a girl like mine would ever want a greasy little prick like you within a mile of her.” 

And Eddie could ruin everything for you in this one shining second. You can almost see it—the smirk of his lips as he tells Connor, tells everyone, about how he made you fucking scream for him, how you begged on hands and knees for the freak of Hawkins to fuck you.

But he doesn't. And, to his credit, Eddie's hardly phased by Connor’s random outburst. He keeps his face neutral, raising his hands in surrender.

“Hey man, listen—I didn’t mean anything by it,” Eddie tells him, and it’s only a little bitchy, “promise.”  

The cafeteria wouldn’t be quieter if it were empty, all eyes on the freak table and your boyfriend and the guy you can’t stop thinking about fucking. 

After a tense second, Connor’s grip loosens on Eddie’s jacket. Maybe he believes what Eddie told him. Or maybe he’s just remembered that if he got suspended again, coach would bench him for the rest of the season. 

“Stay away from her, got it?”—he steps away with a final threat—“or I’ll bash your fucking head in.” 

Connor yanks you away with a hand at your bicep, and your fingers are numb when they curve around his jacket sleeve. It’s like he hardly feels you there, all deep, heavy breaths and poisonous stares back over his shoulder. You want to look back, too. But you know better.

“I’m gonna kill that fucking freak, swear to god,” he tells you.

You know he means it. 

You skip fifth period. 

Nobody even looks your way when you push past the clanky metal doors into the pale sunshine, probably passively assuming you’re on your way to hotbox in the parking lot or make out under the bleachers—which, to be fair, you’d done before. But you don’t stop walking when you reach any of your usual hiding spots, past the goal post at the far end of the football field and into the damp leaves beyond the tree line.

It’s quiet out here. Which only makes more room for your racing thoughts, rattling through the leaves and dead brush that soften your footsteps to an almost silence.

But you're not sure where you're headed. Guys talked about it all the time—the picnic table in the middle of the woods where Eddie did business—but none of them ever brought their girlfriends with them.

You thought it was because Eddie was a creep, that Connor was protecting you from his dealer’s lewd comments and stares when he left you alone in his Jeep every time he went to go buy. 

But the way he looked back in the cafeteria, how easy it was for him to grab at Eddie and how unphased Eddie had been by it all . . .

Maybe your safety wasn't even on Connor's radar.

Luckily, the journey to the table is a straight shot through the woods. One second there's nothing but green leaves and branches in every direction, and the next you're stepping on beer cans and candy bar wrappers at the edge of a clearing.

It's about as underwhelming as you pictured it. A dinky old picnic table in a sea of flattened, molding leaves. Piles of them lift beneath your shoes, releasing the smell of damp earth into the air with each step.

Might as well sit while you wait.

The slats dig into your ass, not that that matters. You'll sit here all night if you have to. You can peel the splinters from your cheeks later.

Your fingers run along the scratches on the table's surface, names in hearts and gossip from two, three years ago, maybe more—all overlapping and criss-crossing until you can't read any of them.

Except for one, near the edge. Eddie's name is carved deep with repeated wear, the lines black and thick enough to snag at your fingers when you trace at his clumsy scrawl.

Ugh, fuck him. This dickhead makes you cum one time (or more, whatever) and now he’s got you thinking in metaphors. 

The waiting doesn't take away any of your worry—just multiplies it, like you've got to make enough to fill all this empty space, have to send some of it back to Hawkins High and keep a cushion between Eddie and his obvious death wish.

Maybe Connor wouldn't beat the shit out of Eddie at school, but there were plenty of places he and his friends could corner a loner.

Places without witnesses. Places with a lot of beer and their own cheers multiplying off echoey walls.

Places where there'd be nothing to make them stop.

“I’m not gonna fuck you out here, if that’s what you were thinking.”

" Jesus,"—you jump, and a few more splinters implant themselves on your landing—"Eddie."

He's standing at the edge of the clearing like you summoned him—thought his name one too many times and he appeared by magic.

If that worked, though, he'd have showed up in your bedroom every night for the past week. And your shower. Maybe at least once during study hall.

"I would be kind of hot, though," he continues without meeting your eyes as he wanders over to the table, fidgeting with his rings. You swallow the lump in your throat when he curls his thick fingers under the table top, giving an experimental thrust of his hips.

Eddie wears a cool look when the table wobbles, metal supports groaning from the movement. "But I don't think she could take it."

"Eddie—"

It's like you hadn't said anything. He’s on a roll, rubbing a hand over the uneven stubble on his jaw, considering the options with his hip popped.

"I've always wanted to fuck someone on the edge of a table, though. Think your boyfriend would come looking for you out here?"

"Eddie."

A smirk blooms across his face. "What do you think he’d do if he found me balls deep in your pretty pussy?"

"Eddie—"—you slam your palm on the table, make him look you in the eyes—“stop.”

Whether you wanted him to or not, he listens. Maybe it's too bad. You were kind of hoping to hear more about the whole fucking on the edge of the table thing.

Eddie's arms cross over his chest, jaw jutting toward you.

You're stunned silent for a second. He's actually gonna stop talking long enough for you to speak.

"You- you can't pull shit like that again."

Eddie plops down into the seat across from you, hands clasped together, wearing this look of false innocence.

"To what shit are you referring?"

"Fuck, Eddie," you reach out for emphasis, "this is serious."

You're surprised by the feel of his hands—the soft heat of his skin and smooth contours of his veins—even though you're the one who reached for him, fingers slipping under the edge of his sleeve and circling his wrist.

His expression softens, big eyes getting bigger, pink tongue sandwiched between his lips. You're not even thinking about the way you felt the last time he had his tongue pressed to your skin. Just touching him like this has your heart pounding.

You slip your hand back, palm flat to the wood. "You can't antagonize Connor like that, okay? He's fucking crazy."

"Uh, I was trying to antagonize you. Your boyfriend showed up uninvited."

You want to laugh, but that would give him the wrong idea. "Well, you shouldn't be antagonizing me, either."

Eddie kicks his feet up onto the bench, hopping on the table top so he can lean in close. “Probably not, sweetheart. But have you ever thought maybe you shouldn’t have a boyfriend who’s, uh— I don’t know—fucking crazy?”

He tries so hard to look nonchalant, but you’re picking up on the signals. The shake in his hands and the twitching muscle in his jaw. 

Oh, god. He's fucking serious. As serious as you've ever seen Eddie get.

The breeze blowing through the clearing sets goosebumps across your arms. “I can handle Connor, okay? But you have to stay the fuck away from him.”

Eddie rests his chin on his hand, pursing his lips together. “What if I don’t, sweetheart? You gonna punish me?”

Jesus Christ, he’s stubborn. He’s a lot of other things, too, but you gotta focus on the stubbornness right now or you’re gonna end up bent over the table.

Eddie’s eyes go wide when you don't respond, hand dropping away from his face.

“Oh my god. Are you, like, actually worried about me?"

It’s the way he says it—like you weren’t even human to him until now, like he can hardly believe you’re capable of feeling anything but apathy or rage. 

And it shouldn't hurt. You didn't climb to the top of the social ladder of Hawkins High by caring what every dumbass guy whispered behind your back. Or what they said to your face.

You had skin like armor, and normally a comment like that would barely make a dent.

So why do you feel like crying?

“Fuck you, Eddie.” 

You're up from the table before the look of surprise solidifies on Eddie’s face, already into the trees before he’s caught up with you. It doesn’t matter, anyways. He’s already seen it.

You care about Eddie. You care about the freak. And you don’t want to see him get hurt because of you.

“Hey—” Eddie catches you with a hand at your wrist, circling it in his big, warm grasp, “shit, don’t—”

You throw his hand off you, wild, too big for your body. “Don’t what, Eddie?”

You're just so fucking tired of this. Of thinking about him all the time. It's like you're drowning. Wanting Eddie's going to kill you.

“Don’t-” he stares at the tips of your white Keds, digs his own shoes into the dirt, “don’t go back to him.”

“Yeah, okay,” you laugh at him, harsh and mean because maybe that’s who you are at your core. “And you and I can live out our Litte House on the Prarie shit here in the fucking woods? He’s gonna come looking for me, Eddie. He already wants to kill you.”

“That’s not what I meant.” 

You know what he meant. You can see it in his big, brown eyes, the way he’s fucking terrified to look at you. And he’s probably right to be, after everything you’ve done.

Whatever. Fuck this. Fuck your feelings and his pretty baby cow eyes and anything else that made you believe that things could be better.

“Did Tommy invite you to his party Friday?”

Eddie kicks a clump of leaves in your general direction. “I’m always invited to Tommy’s parties.”

That’s not true. You’re always invited to Tommy’s parties. Eddie’s always invited to deal. There's a difference.

You wrap your arms over your chest, fighting off the chill from a gust of wind that isn't there.

“Don’t go."

Jesus, you sound needy. Needy and weak.

Eddie scoffs. “Are you fucking serious? I make, like, a month’s worth of gas money selling to Tommy and his stupid friends—”

And would get the ever-living shit kicked out of him if Connor saw him there.

You stomp towards him, ending up chest to chest, your words coming out harsh through your teeth.

"I will buy you out."

Eddie's lips part with a soft pop, eyes tracing your face. You can't tell if he's offended that you've offered him money (which was kind of a dick move, if you’re being honest), his expression—normally so easily decodable—coolly masked.

Okay,” he says, pausing, like this is just some deal, "while we’re making demands . . . break up with your boyfriend.”

“Eddie . . .”

You can’t remember the last time you felt like this—throat tight and raw, barely balancing on the knife’s edge of tears. It’s been a long time since you’ve cried over a stupid, fucking boy.

You wish Eddie was just another stupid fucking boy. 

He shoves his hands deep in his pockets, staring up through the leaves. “Just- think about it, okay?” 

And he walks off without looking back. 

tagging: @dotslabyrinth

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[wangxianficfinder]

In the mood for a Fic...

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1. hii for the next itmf do you have any recommendations for fics in which sizhui is wangxian biological son? any au or length is fine thx <3

you can have the best of me, baby by stiltonbasket (Not Rated, 9k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Pre-Relationship, Dual Cultivation, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Sunshot Campaign, Getting Together, a-yuan is wangxian’s baby, Happy Ending)

five years gone by quillifer (E, 14k, WangXian, Mpreg, a/b/o dynamics, Alpha WWX, Omega LWJ, Breakup/makeup, Miscommunication, Pregnant Sex, consent is king, soft sad and horny, Happy Ending, Bottom LWJ, Top WWX, Hurt/Comfort, Modern AU, Unplanned Pregnancy)

🧡 Many Lan babies Series by LuckyMoonly (Varied, 414k, WIP, WangXian, Story collection, Mpreg, Pregnant WWX only, Family Fluff, Found Family, Kid fics) has several where A-Yuan is Wangxian's biological son

Nothing but your heart by airinshaw (E, 21k, WangXian, Modern AU, A/B/O Dynamics, Implied Mpreg, First Time, Getting Together, Angst and Drama, Angst with a Happy Ending, Anal Sex, Whump, Breeding Kink)

Until The End by abCEE (M, 365k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, war changes people, resulting to OOC, no pinning, Established Relationship, Mpreg, Good Uncle LQR, a little grey LWJ, a bit of JC bashing from LWJ, BAMF JYL, 16 years of yearning, mainly CQL verse but has scenes from the novel as well, LSZ is WangXian's Child, WWX Has a New Golden Core, Canon Rewrite, Happy Ending, Fix-It of Sorts)

My Pride and My Prejudices by Erbyrose, TitanPandora (T, 122k, WangXian, ZhuiYi, Father-Son Relationship, Canon Compliant, Misunderstandings, Bonding Over Dead Parents, Character Study, Sizhui calling WWX Mom, Family Drama, Survivor Guilt, Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Mpreg, Suicide Attempt, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Heavy Angst, Grief/Mourning, Major Character Injury, Male Lactation, but it's not sexual, REALLY LONG CHAPTERS, Attempt at Humor)

Transcendent by AkatsukiShin (M, 162k, wangxian, fantasy au, demons, half-demon WWX, pining WWX, mpreg, childhood memories, angst w happy ending, fluff, hurt/comfort, mystery, action/adventure)

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2. Hiiii! Lovely blog, you’re a godsend truly!! Anyways I was hoping that for the next itmf you’d rec some fics with identity shenanigans?

Like, it could be wwx in mxy’s body but only lwj knows so everyone else is all confused because ? Hanguanjun moved on form wwx? Impossible! Or maybe a fic where they mix it up a bit and it’s lwj that’s disguised or something like that! Basically a good old fashioned identity porn fic. Wangxian please! Thank you so muchhh

By Any Other Name by ShanaStoryteller (Not Rated, 31k, Wangxian, Canon Divergence, Crossdressing, Misunderstandings, Identity Porn, Identity reveal)

🧡 a paper friend by soft_wanning (G, 4k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Fluff, Paperman!WWX, Identity Porn, Meet-Cute, Different First Meeting)

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3. Hi! This is my first time doing this, sorry ^^. Itmf lwj kind of repeating his parents story, by marrying wxx and hiding him in cloud recesses (before he dies) and maybe putting himself in seclusion? The more angst the better, but preferably one where lwj isn't toxic, just really really worried. Idk if i should ask for more or less specific things, but thanks either way! I feel like I've read every fanfic like this (I've found like, 3) and I crave blood and tears. Thanks for the opportunity ^^

it's a webcomic and it's still ongoing, but House of Gentians by Pakhnokh on tumblr is amazing

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4. Hi! First of all I want to thank you for your hard work, I have found so many great fics through this blog. <3 And now I’m in a mood for a (preferably) established relationship wangxian fic where WWX is the one taking care of LWJ. Maybe some hurt/comfort and protective/possessive WWX? That would be my jam if any fics come to your mind~

hello my old heart, how have you been? by ravenditefairylights (M, 10k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Temporary Amnesia, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Domestic Fluff, Trauma, Unreliable Narrator, Pining, Hair Washing, Hair Brushing, Hair Braiding, Soft WangXian, A lot of prose, wangxian are MARRIED and they have a SON, LWJ Needs a Hug, Sleepy Cuddles)

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5. Hi! I was hit with the unexplainable need for some fics with ghost WWX who's searching for something (a family member or he's connected to one of his things and people don't realize it maybe), like looking for one of his siblings or for A-Yuan or one of the Wens and just like haunting everyone everywhere (or just one place), I don't know if there's even fics like that, there should cause it's a good plot in my humble opinion lol. Thank you mods! @jiangclaritybell

scatter and sunder by silversshadow (T, 15k, XuanLi, WangXian, Temporary Character Death, Canon Divergence)

💖 Ghosts Shouldn't by ShanaStoryteller (Not rated, 15k, wangxian, canon divergence, grief/mourning, angst w happy ending)

asymptotic by chinxe (T, 26k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Slow Burn, Misunderstandings, Pining)

The Ghost of Lotus Pier by daiki (G, 3k, JL & WWX, JC & WWX, ghost WWX) Its ghost wwx but for me he is more guardian angel than ghost

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6. If possible, could I also get fics with NMJ and NHS being involved in the płot or fics taking place in the Unclean Realm for one of the IITMFs? I dont wanna swamp you guys with request messages so I wanted to combine them, hope that is fine. (rest of ask in a FF)

1PB2PB3PB4 is a good author for NHS and NMJ-centric fics

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7. Hello, I hope you're doing well. This request is for the IITMF.

Fic(s) where WWX is politically powerful in the cultivation world; but not as a sect leader. I mean

He's a sect heir;

Or a head disciple, but with power and authority of the same, not as how he was canon, with only responsibility but no authority.

Only canon era please.

Please only rec fics where he's a cultivator as I've read a few where he was a non-cultivator but politically powerful.

Thank you for your time 🌼🌼 @utxqia

All Things Belong by kuroi_atropos (M, 64k, WIP, WRH & WWX, WangXian, WWX is a Wēn, Abuse, Whipping, Manipulations, Warning: WRH, Smart WWX, Possessive Behavior, Warning: JGS, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Past Rape/Non-con)

Lynchpin by ShanaStoryteller (Not Rated, 103k, WangXian, JC & WWX, Time Travel, Fix-It, Lynchpin [PODFIC] by Opalsong, [PODFIC] Lynchpin by Gwogobo)

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8. Hello everyone can you recommend wangxian or quartet time travel fic

❤️ Tragedy is Not the End by Hobbsy3 (T, 358k, wangxian, Time Travel, Torture, Hurt/Comfort, Golden Core Reveal, Canon Divergence from Qiongqi Pass, Angst with a Happy Ending, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Yunmeng sibling bonding, good dad wwx, good dad lwj, JZX Lives, JYL Lives, Junior Quartet Dynamics)

does the requestor know about the time travel comp? that way I don't rec stuff on it already

How Much Love Has the Inch Long Grass by Vainwyrm (M, 12k, WIP, WangXian, ZhuiLingYi, XuanLi, Time Travel Fix-It, Permanent Injury, Disability, Canon Disabled Character, Physical Disability, Non-canon disabled character, Self-Worth Issues) if the requestor is okay with ‘triplet’ instead of ‘quartet’ then How Much Love Has the Inch Long Grass by Vainwyrm has a lot of interesting things going on in it for a time-travel AU

parent trap by tongzhi (T, 23k, JL & LJY & LSZ & OYZZ, wangxian, JYL/JZX, time travel, cloud recesses study arc, humor, matchmaking)

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9. Do you know any fanfic where Lan Zhan is kind of rude to Wei Ying (or like, he rebukes all of WY's attempts to befriend him) only to end up regretting it when WY finally leaves him alone?

the earthquake in the room by phnelt (E, 39k, WangXian, College/University, Modern: No Powers, Canada, Getting Together, Mentions of lwj/others, inter-faculty romance, strangers to lovers to frenemies to lovers, mostly book characterisation)

Of Bunnies and Sleeves and All Happy Things by moonwaif (G, 3k, WangXian, two dorks, failed attempts at flirting, Lan Zhan is jealous, but he doesn't know it, unresolved romantic and sexual tension, Mutual Pining)

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10. Hello! Idk if this is the way but I’m looking for fics where lz of the past time travels to the future and finds himself married to post canon wwx. I love those type of fics but I can’t seem to find them now :’(

An Arrow Through Time by syrus_jones (M, 166k, WIP, WangXian, Crack Treated Seriously, Time Travel, Reverse time travel, into the future, Potentially a Fix-it-fic?, Mistaken Identity, WWX is a Little Shit, POV LWJ, Angst, Gay Panic, Falling In Love Humor, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Canon Divergence, Post-Canon)

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11. I’ve been playing “I say no” from heathers the musical on loop for a few Days now and now ITMF xiyao heathers-inspired? I hope someone knows one, thanks!

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12. Hello! Itmf WWX being a badass swordsman? People being in awe of how well he fights: twining through enemies, sword flashing, people stopping in awe at his capabilities (like "oh, he isn't just a badass with talismans and dark energy, he was head disciple of Yunmeng Jiang for a reason!"). Thank you! (Bonus points: him wielding other cool weapons like daggers or a whip!)

A Glimpse of Past Glory by masked (T, 1k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Swordfighting, BAMF WWX)

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13. Hi do you know any fics where Lan Xichen is called out for his hatred of Wwx because he thinks Wei Ying ruined both his and Wangji's life. Like it can be anyone calling him out, i just want to see him feel guilty about it.

When has silence saved anyone? by Vrishchika (T, 6k, WangXian, Post-Canon, LXC Critical, Gūsū Lán Sect, Not for LXC Fans, novel canon, Salt, Angry LWJ, Angry LSZ, Family Feels, WWX Protection Squad, LXC Gets Scolded, Based on Chapter 99 the Novel)

break by justdoityoufucker (T, 3k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, LXC Critical, JC Critical, Canonical Character Death, Guānyīn Temple Scene, BAMF WN, Protective WN)

💖After Truth Lies the Honest Path by Vrishchika (M, 10k, wangxian, canon divergence, truth serum, WIP)

aftereffect by justdoityoufucker (T, 3k, wangxian, LXC & LQR & LWJ, LWJ & LXC, post-canon, canon divergence, politics, LXC critical, JGY survives a bit longer)

Bitter Recompense by mondengel (M, 1k, LXC & LWJ, Angst)

Wasting Time, Asking Why by mondengel (Not Rated, 1k, LXC & LWJ, LXC & JGY, WangXian, Angst, Character Study)

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14. ITMF for something really intense and intimate. Like the fic is written so well and intense the you get overwhelmed. Preferably canonverse, but i don't mind otherwise. Please let it really be intense and intimate. @whateverweilanlovechild

Damn I wish The Roots Grow Riotous was still on ao3 for #14. Really intense and strange but beautiful with a hopeful but not typical ending. I have it if op wants to try but mind the tags. Modern au. The Roots Grow Riotous by hansbekhart (E, 104k, wangxian, modern, fashion au, garment company, casual sex, group sex, implied/referenced cheating, switching, recreational drug use, angst w/ happy ending, single dad WWX, panic attacks, implied/referenced self-harm, grief/mourning, catharsis, body horror, floral horror)

Tempo Rubato by Spodumene (E, 107k, WangXian, Modern AU, Angst with a Happy Ending, Romance, persuasion au, Separations, Mutual Pining, Depression, Miscommunication, Emotional Roller Coaster, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Reconciliation, Eventual Smut, Jane Austen Fusion, Underage Kissing)

💖 love, in fire and blood by cicer (E, 360k, wangxian, immortal WWX, slow burn, pining, arranged marriages)

Vagabond by xantissa (E, 65k, WangXian, Slow Burn, Mystery, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Frottage, Case Fic, murders, Supernatural, Angst, Fluff, Happy Ending, extreme fluff, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, badass!LXC, top!LWJ, Bottom!LWJ)

i don't love you (but i always will) by sixstepsaway (E, 71k, WangXian, XianQing, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Soulmate AU, wangxian endgame!!, handjobs, this ends wangxian and happy i promise, Angst with a Happy Ending, i had to give lwj an oc soulmate, Blanket Permission, Infidelity, Emotional Infidelity, Cheating, Pegging, Bottom!LWJ, top!WWX, Bottom!WWX, slight femdom!wq, Implied Consensual Somnophilia, Cockwarming, implications of consensual polyamory, undernegotiated polyamory, internalized ableism, Grief, Pining while fucking)

simple love | 簡單愛 by auberjing (E, 19k, WangXian, Modern AU, Hurt/Comfort, Slice of Life, Getting Together, Falling In Love, Strangers to Lovers, Caretaking, Angst and Feels, Grief/Mourning, Eventual Smut, Happy Ending, Hopeful Ending, Nude Photos, Nude Modeling)

lotus flowers rising from the dark mud by nu_breed (E, 122k, WIP, WangXian, WWX/Others, MingXian, LWJ/Others, JGS/LWJ, JGS/WWX, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Courtesan WWX, Courtesan LWJ, Pining while fucking, Palace Intrigue, Rape/Non-con Elements, Dubious Consent, Non-Consensual Sex Work, Top/Bottom Versatile WangXian, Minor Original Character(s), Light Dom/sub, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Light Bondage, Hurt/Comfort, Warprize WWX, Period Typical Attitudes, Values Dissonance)

The Murder of Crows by cerbykerby (M, 101k, wangxian, slow burn, pining, yiling wei sect au, fluff & angst, dark, romance, WIP)

Turn Left by kianspo (M, 186k, WIP, WangXian, NieLan, Canon Divergence, Fix-It of Sorts, Friends to Lovers, eventually, references to child sexual abuse, not main characters, Neurodivergent LWJ, Slow Build, Lán Family Feels, specifically, Twin Jades of Lán Feels, lwj-centric, Twin Jades of Lán Dynamics, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies)

If I Could Go Back in Time by Runningbarefoot (M, 122k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Role Reversal, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending, Grief/Mourning, YLLZ WWX, Eventual Happy Ending, The Twin Jade Brotherhood, Hurt/Comfort, Healing, Character Study, Twin Prides of Yúnmèng Dynamics, Slow Burn)

And I Will Call You Home by Spodumene (E, 42k, WangXian, Case Fic, Post-Canon, Getting Together, Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending, Love Confessions, Canon-Typical Violence, Blood, Ghosts, Suicide, Explicit Sexual Content, Attempted Sexual Assault, LWJ whump, Original Character Death(s))

crossed the world with these empty hands by spookykingdomstarlight (E, 166k, WangXian, Modern AU, Artists, Non-Linear Narrative, POV LWJ, Established Relationship, Pre-Relationship, Getting Together, Demisexual WWX, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Happy Ending, Weddings, Separation Anxiety, Family Drama, Dysfunctional Family, Self-Worth Issues, Casual Sex, College/University, Temporary Long Distance Relationships, Relationship Pressures and Stresses, Insecurity)

The Vessel by Solmae (M, 54k, WIP, WangXian, XiCheng, Drama & Romance, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers)

A Life Without Regrets by naqaashi (M, 74k, WIP, WangXian, Time Travel Fix-It, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Crack Treated Seriously, musical cultivation, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Rogue Cultivator WWX, Murder Husbands, Happy Ending, PTSD, BAMF WWX, Cultivation Sect Politics, Worldbuilding, Módào Zǔshī & The Untamed Combination, No Yīn Iron, Genius WWX, Inventor WWX, Artist WWX, Musician WWX, Bad Parent JFM, Bad Parent YZY, Cultivation Theory, Sentient Burial Mounds, Dysfunctional Family, Grief/Mourning, Parent-Child Relationship, Angry WWX, Angst, No Golden Core Transfer, BAMF LWJ, Idiots in Love)

every love story is a ghost story by aisthuu (M, 59k, WangXian, Modern AU, Reincarnation, Character Turned Into a Ghost, Post-Canon, Angst with a Happy Ending, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Mixed Canon)

Alter by Solmae (E, 162k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Drama & Romance, Slow Burn, Rape/Non-con Elements, Gang Rape, Forced Prostitution, PTSD, Bottom LWJ, Top/Bottom Versatile | Switch WangXian, Explicit Sexual Content, Sexual Slavery, Angst with a Happy Ending, Implied/Referenced Torture)

We can fix that by Spindoctor (E, 35k, WangXianJue, NMJ Lives, Arranged Marriage, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Cock Warming, Caretaking, Light BDSM, Thigh jobs, Everyone Loves WWX, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, Frottage, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Starvation, Starvation recovery, PTSD, PTSD RECOVERY, Suicidal Ideation, Scars, Discussion of Surgery,mild body horror, discussion of starvation, body talk, cnc fantasies, Light Bondage, tender fucking, Slow Burn, JYL Lives, BAMF JYL, Erectile Dysfunction, Weight Gain, Chapter Specific Tags in Beginning Notes)

Something at the Door by Pip (Moirail) (E, 50k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, Modern Cultivation, Intrusive Thoughts, Horror, Suicidal Thoughts, Temporary Character Death, Blood, Explicit Sexual Content, Mutual Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending, Mystery, Urban Fantasy)

爱不释手; never let me go by yiqie (E, 68k, WangXian, Case Fic, Blood and Injury, Demons, Body Horror)

a small change Series by celialoveslwj (T, 92k, JC & WWX, Background WangXian, JC Centric, Angst, Sickfic, yunmeng trio, Canon Divergence, Break-off before Qiongqi Path incident, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Dealing with sickness, Golden Core Transfer Failure?, Bittersweet Ending, BAMF JYL, Hurt/Comfort, PTSD, Grief/Mourning, Fix-It of Sorts)

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15. Do you guys have a rec list for outsider point of view stories? People reacting to the nonsense WangXian get up to is always great fun!

My chain hits my chest/When I'm bangin' on the radio by x_los (T, 2k, wangxian, modern w/ magic, case fic, competence kink, YLLZ WWX)

boom clap the sound of—Public Displays of Affection by Whispering_Sumire (E, 13k, wangxian, modern, reincarnation au, temporary character death, heartfelt conversations, crack treated seriously, outsider pov, accidental voyeurism, scheming NHS, redemption, angst & feels, family drama, panic attacks, hugging, crying, love, grief/mourning, hopeful ending)

❤️ Attempting the Impossible by Ariaste for williedustice (T, 36k, WangXian, JC & WWX, Post-Canon, Yunmeng Bros Reconciliation, Adoption, Family Fluff, Kid fic, Family drama, Fluff, [PODFIC] Attempting the Impossible by Ariaste by lunatique)

Six in one hand by deliciousblizzardshark (T, 2k, WangXian, JC & WWX, Modern: No Powers, Crack Treated Seriously, Compulsory Heterosexuality, POV JC)

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16. hey do you by any chance know ff where lwj is injured and wei ying gets in his protective husband mode? angst and gore would be preferred

silk threads and precious metal by Sevidri (M, 4k, WangXian, Canon-Typical Violence, Sunshot Campaign, Whump, Blood and Injury, WWX' Canonical Vengeful Streak, LWJ Makes A Beautiful Damsel in Distress, Non-Consensual Ribbon Touching, Protective wwx, Hurt LWJ)

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17. Hi!! I'm in the mood for a fic where jgy is put through torture (preferably at the hands of jgs or jin-furen and preferably psycological) and tossed to either nmj or lxc (or both). @halfwizardprincess

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Hehe I'm so glad I got sent a few of these! I'm gonna have fun rambling about aus now! Lots of rambling. I'm not kidding. This one at least is uh- long. Oops.

As I said before, a lot of my AUs are Ethubs focused, but hopefully you guys don't mind that! 😅

Soooo, let's see, which one should I start with, hmmmmmm. Let's go with one I was talking about with a friend a lot a few weeks ago!

And that would be -

Assassin Creed AU 🗡️ Well- it's inspired by Assassin's Creed anyway. I am not well versed enough on the series lore to do anything that sticks to it too closely. I wanted to play around with ideas a bit anyway. But I started playing one of the games again a while ago and that's where the ideas came from.

Assassin AUs have been done before, yes. But this one is mine!

Etho is an assassin, somewhere in the 18th/19th century, and has been with the Assassin's Brotherhood for most of his life. He's very good at what he does. He's smart, quick, and stealthy. Like a ghost with a knife. You won't know he's there until his blade has found it's way into your throat.

The Brotherhood consists of various other Hermits, including; Doc - retired assassin now serving as the groups main medic Tango - his targets often go out with a bang. or with fire. Grian - death from above Cleo - master of poisons and deadly concoctions Impulse - weaponsmith, where you go for a new knife or gun Zedaph - creator of gadgets and nifty tools and Mumbo - the spymaster. Kinda. Not really. Far too squeamish for assassin work. So he handles information gathering, sorting out jobs and targets, etc

They work together to take out criminals and other bad people who are causing issues in the area. As well as probably aiming to solve some sort of ancient mystery like in the games. (Though I haven't figured that part out yet.)

The story is mostly focused on Etho, a lot of what I have is about his and Bdubs' relationship too, but there's other stuff as well. Rambling continues under the cut ~

Etho doesn't interact with civillians much. But then he meets Bdubs. Bdubs is not affiliated with the Brotherhood. He's a craftsman. He works with wood, leather, and sometimes metal, making tools and clothes mostly, but weaopns too, and selling them in his little shop. Etho goes there on a whim looking for quick repairs or a replacement.

Bdubs is a pretty ordinary guy just going about his life. He has no idea what's in store for him when he meets Etho that day.

Etho is- odd. Tall and mysterious, and dressed in strange clothes. Bdubs doesn't know what to make of him. But treats him like any other customer. He does what's asked of him, Etho pays well. And he finds himself with a regular visitor.

Etho isn't entirely sure why he keeps going back there. He knows other people with the same skillset that he could go to instead. But there's something about Bdubs... There's something drawing Etho to him in a way he's never really experienced before.

Gradually, they become friends. And with time, that friendship progresses. Etho slowly falls in love with Bdubs, and realises that he's so screwed. He's never been in love before. And these- these- emotions. Are not easy to deal with! He doesn't know how to handle Bdubs being so gentle with him, so kind and smiling so sweetly.

And. Yeah. Things develop. A very touch starved Etho craves the gentleness and kindness that Bdubs gives him so easily. Etho has friends, sure, but this is different. Someone detatched from the violence of his work. Someone willing to care for him and love him despite all that he is. It's like nothing he's ever experienced before.

Bdubs never expected to get tangled up with someone like Etho. Danger surrounds him. Etho could leave one day and just. Never come back. But behind all that. Behind the layers of Trained Killer. There's a sweet, slightly shy guy that Bdubs can't help but love.

It's not all plain sailing though. No no. There's drama and chaos too of course. The nature of Etho's work kind of requires it. One time Etho returns to base badly hurt, and in a state of 'I thought I was going to die and all I wanted was to see you again,' he's asking Doc, who's looking after him, for Bdubs. Another time, Bdubs gets captured by the bad guys and Etho and the other assassin's have to rescue him. There's heartbreak as events leave Etho thinking that Bdubs doesn't want to see him anymore. And the difficulty of tracking down an assassin who doesn't want to be found. Etho becomes over protective at times, which Bdubs isn't fond of. But panic ensues when that protectiveness leads to Etho hurting Bdubs accidentally. Bdubs doesn't know what to think of seeing Etho kill someone. Knowing it happens is one thing, actually seeing it happen is another.

There's ups and downs, and I want there to be some overarching mission that Etho and the rest of the Assassin's are working towards. But I don't know what that is yet. I need to brainstorm and play the games more I think.

However, meanwhile, in the present day. Another young man, funnily enough also known as 'Etho', has somehow gotten himself roped into an investigation being done on his ansestor. A- distant cousin. Or something. He thinks. But the guy was an assassin. Which is cool. Fancy technology he'd never heard of allows him to relive the 'genetic memories' of the assassin. See what he experienced and learn about his life. About the things he did, the people he knew, and the events he was a part of. Hoping it'll help them find answers to something that's going on now.

This Etho, nerdy computer science graduate Etho, is very confused but overall rather fascinated by it all. Though he realises quickly there's a lot more at stake here than facts and figures about centuries old history. He learns a lot about his assassin ancestor and the life he lived. Maybe... Maybe too much. He's not sure that he wanted to know about the more- private parts of the guys life. It's interesting that the man the assassin was in love with looked a lot like one of the technicians working on this investigation, though. It's probably just a coincidence. The odds of it being anything else are far, far too small. But he is rather handsome, so surely you can't blame Etho for having a bit of a crush on him...

And- I am going to stop there or I could ramble all night dfghj. I love this AU a lot, if you couldn't tell. I'm probably forgetting things, but this is already more than enough to get an idea of how things go! There's assassins! And drama! And romance! And it's so much fun!

Thank you Anon for giving me an excuse to ramble endlessly about my AU! If you want to ask more about this au though then please do! Aaand maybe I'll draw something for it at some point too, I've been wanting to for a while hehe!

#hermitcraft #ethoslab #bdoubleo100 #ethubs #hermitshipping #hermitcraft au #violetanswers #and yes I know that in Assassin's Creed the assassin in the past and the guy in the present aren't like- super similiar #but I don't care #that's what I wanted to do here 'cos I thought it'd be fun to play around with #and then I get TWO Ethubs romances in ONE au! How cool is that! #but yeah this is about 1000 words of my rambles so I hope it's at least nice to read pfft