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luveline · 10 months

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Shy!reader having to cover Eddie mouth while talking on the phone with her parents (being he talks way to loud) or her parents are home and he is just being him (she snuck him in)

thank you for your request!!!<3<3 eddie x shy!fem!reader (r has a mom in this)

Eddie thinks he's funny. You think he's funny the majority of the time, and you're lucky your parents think he's funny too, but there's a line between funny and embarrassing that he's just dying to cross.

"Is that your mom?" he asks, having turned to you at the sound of the ringing phone. His eyes light up when you nod. "Hi, Mrs. L/N!" he calls.

"Hi, Eddie," your mom says back, chuckling.

"Ask her if she likes the flowers I sent for her birthday," Eddie demands. You don’t need to ask, she most definitely heard him.

"They were beautiful, Eddie, thank you."

You repeat her message before sitting back, trying to listen to what your mom's saying while Eddie begins his attack. He loves your attention too much, and when he isn't the sole object of it he can start to play up. For laughs, mostly, though you know there's a thread of genuineness under it all, a taut string of insecurity. You reach out to tuck a curl behind his ear, hoping it says you adore him while you're too busy responding to your mom to give him verbal reassurance.

Eddie melts and props himself over your lap. You're sitting on the couch, Eddie on the floor by your feet, a collectible he's painting painstakingly slow on the coffee table in front of him. He smells like PVA glue, and he has grey and white paint dried to his fingertips, but he's still the most gorgeous thing you've ever seen when he smiles.

"Does she want to come visit soon?" he asks. "It's been months now. Tell her I'm still amazingly handsome."

"Yeah, mom, he's giving me a hard time," you agree.

His lips part. "What! Give me that!"

You lean out of his reach and laugh when he climbs up onto your legs, heavy enough to hurt when his knee presses into your thigh but not strong enough to wrangle the phone from your ironclad grip.

"He's really getting on me," you say ironically, trying to elbow him away, your head twisted toward the couch cushion. He tickles your neck, and you laugh breathlessly through words, "He works me like a dog."

"Oh, is that how we're playing it?" he asks, his eyes wide.

His shirts riding up his side where he's fighting you, exposing the pale stretch of his stomach and the dark line of hair leading up to his bellybutton. You have to blink a few times to snap out of your oggling, but by then it's too late —he snatches the phone from between your ear and you shoulder and clears his throat.

"Hi, Mrs. L/N. Yeah, she's fine, she's a tyrant, she had me outside painting the fence in the heat last week. I know! That's what I said," —he crawls backwards across the couch from you, his eyes narrowed so you know he's promising some bad behaviour— "she's a bully, Mrs. L/N, really, and it doesn't stop outside of the house. I'm always doing her dishes, always the one who has to fold the laundry." He nods, hums, his hand behind him on the table that resides next to your couch, almost pushing the telephone base to the floor. "Hm, exactly. She's ridiculously entitled, don't even get me started on how she treats me in the bedroom, I can only go for so lon–"

You slap your hand over his mouth, pressed so hard you can feel his teeth through his lips. The horror you're feeling cannot be understated. You're not sure you've ever discussed sex or anything like it with your family and you're not eager to start.

"Eddie," you say, your heart in your mouth. You can't believe he'd be such a loudmouth about something so intimate with your mother, and kind of furious. "Did you really just do that? Give me the phone."

He gives you the phone. You sit back down on the couch seat and bring the receiver to your ear, mortified. "Mom?"

She doesn't say anything.

"Mom?" you ask, a cold sweat on your brow.

"Oh, right," Eddie says, raking his hair from his face, a picture of nonchalance, "I think I hung up on her. Somewhere between ridiculously and entitled."

You stare at the receiver like it might give you strength. Eddie laughs boisterously, much too happy to have pulled off such a stupid prank, and doesn't complain when you ram your head into his chest.

"Oh, I hate you," you mumble, dropping the phone.

He draws a line between your shoulders to make you shiver. Will the teasing never end? "As I love you," he says. His hands race up your shoulders to the juncture of your neck, where he cups your face like you're a seraphim angel. "You really thought I'd say that to her? I have to see her every New Year's for the rest of our lives, you realise? I love making your life difficult but I'd never torture myself like that."

"You are the most annoying boy on planet earth," you say succinctly, miserably.

"And I am so, so in love with you," he croons. You hate that it actually makes your heart skip.

He kisses the tip of your nose. You push him away from you and collapse into the couch, unsurprised when he positions himself on top of you, your thighs spread around his waist.

He pouts at you before nosing the skin just under your bra. "Don't be mad at me."

You cover your face with your hands for a moment. You aren't mad at him now that you know it was a ploy, but he doesn't need to know that, and you really need time to flush the mortification from your system. Eddie grabs your wrists and pulls your hands from your face, looking at you through one eye. "Will you be annoyed all night?" he asks skeptically.

"Yes… No. But you have to call her back for me. And make dinner. And tell her you were lying about doing the dishes."

"I do do the dishes."

"You offer."

"Yes, 'cos I'm madly in love with you and want to have your babies, not because I actually want to do the dishes."

"Just call her, Munson, please."

He kisses your neck, your cheek, and the side of your nose. "Mm, okay. But not because you asked me to. I'm sure she'd love to know why you were in the bathroom so long the last time we visited."

"I'll never speak to you again," you say weakly.

Eddie climbs off of you and gives your knee a squeeze as he goes. "Well, we'll find other things to do, I'm sure." He cackles at your expression. "I'm kidding, sweet thing! Your secrets are safe with me."

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lightlycareless · 6 months

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Okay but im so curious

how would the zenin household react to seeing naoya become affectionate/simp for y/n?????? the thought of it already makes me kick my feet in the air

I will start with the fact that everything Naoya does with you is like a huge shocker to the whole clan.

From him finding a partner that willingly wants to be with him, to demonstrating affection to said partner… yeah, no one believed Naoya could actually care for anyone else but him, at least in a way that doesn’t denote making fun of them or something.

But he does, and when you came along, it brought out that side many wished he would’ve kept hidden.

I never envisioned Naoya to be very fond of PDA, at least not with people he knows, because he gets somewhat embarrassed (lol). Even holding hands with his wife when his relatives are nearby is like a big no-no. He feels like he needs to uphold this untouchable image of heir before them, demand their fear respect and so on.

However, as years go by, he’ll eventually just stop caring, especially if the two get married. He just… doesn’t give a f*ck lol.

And the thing he’ll do though at this point, oh, they’re going to be far from sweet. Let’s say that Naoya is a huge pervert when it comes to you lol. I don’t have any other way to put it, he’s just obsessed with you.

Naoya is the kind of person to slap your butt when passing/approaching you. He doesn’t care if you’re in the company of your staff, or if his uncle/cousins are there, or anyone really—he just had to do it, couldn’t hold himself, and you absolutely hate him for it because it makes you go through embarrassing moments!! Having to apologize in his name in order to do some damage control, people looking at the two and immediately looking away because they can’t remove that mental image!!! Oh boy.

You’ve talked to him about it and agreed to at least… keep it to a minimum, be more discreet if possible. Of course, that only applies in public places. In the bedroom… that’s a completely different story 😏

And let’s not forget he’s known to be a loudmouth, so the things he’ll tell you are not short of indecent either. This is probably the thing you dislike the most out of his affection. The other you could tolerate, act like no one saw anything (even play the fool if someone alleged they saw something) but THIS???? Nah, it’s just too much—and childish too.

“I don’t think it’ll fit, Naoya” you say, probably about something mundane like a new couch you got for the house.

“Really? But I saw how well you fit me yesterday.” And the way your face turns red is almost comical, more so when the mover was right there, listening to everything, Naoya just had to laugh.

“Shut up!!”

“What? I was referring to the conversation about the couch we had last night, pervert.” lies. The sneaky bastard will act like you’re the indecorous one out of the two for having understood his words like that!! As if you hadn’t known him for years now!

It’s safe to say that it’s really hard to have important meetings when the two are present, so his family would often try to get you or Naoya alone.

But… it wasn’t all that bad, because even when Naoya can be mildly infuriating, he’s also capable of being sweet.

That is something that mostly happens when in private, away from the prying eyes of the rest of the world, more so when he’s spent a long time away from you.

Naoya will reach out for you first thing upon arriving back to the estate, gently cup your cheeks and pepper your face with kisses, telling you how much he missed you and your pretty face.

He’d wrap his arms around you, rest his face on the crook of your neck, taking in your scent as he relishes the fact that he’s finally back to your embrace.

Another thing I think he’ll enjoy doing (you as well) is when he rests his head on your lap, telling you of his day as you thread your fingers along his hair.

Bottom line, Naoya is overly shameless confident when in the eyes of others, but vulnerable with you :>

As for the reactions of the Zen’in clan….

Ogi, Naobito, and Jinichi would stare at him in complete silence/shock as Naoya goes on with his supposed displays of affection. I think that out of the three, Ogi would be the one more comfortable when showing his distaste for it, scowling whenever seeing you and Naoya together, quickly leaving the room as soon as he gets the faintest idea Naoya is to do his usual nasty shenanigans. The rest wouldn’t really care that much, asides from a “Really? Naoya? Ooookay” (and they know better not to interfere at this point 🤪 he's crazy protective of you)

Ranta would remain speechless, face completely red as he catches Naoya’s innuendos. He definitely feels a whole lot of empathy (pity) for you. But when his friend isn’t being nasty, he’s happy that he’s found someone to be vulnerable/happy with 😊.

Junko, Mai and Maki’s mother, is just the same as Ogi, only that she’ll openly tell both of you to “stop it”, and to “hold some decorum” for that’s no way the future leader of the clan should behave. Naoya just laughs it off, you apologize to her in private. At the end she knows it’s futile to even hope to change him—the two were young, after all, (IMAGINE IF HE WENT ON LIKE THAT EVEN WHEN OLDER? Hahahahah, Oh poor Junko) and contrary to her marriage, this was one made out of love so… good for them, she guesses.

Naoya’s brothers would be the ones to openly, even more than Ogi, show their disgust whenever catching his PDA. Naohiko would be the one to exclaim “EWWWWWWWWWWWW” as loud as possible when he sees them, maybe do some puking noises too? haha

Naofumi would initially not understand what the hell Naoya is going on about and why you’re so embarrassed all the time, but when he does get it, oof, he’ll disappear as soon as it begins.

And Naoaki… well he’d just try to avoid the two as most as possible in general lol. He never liked seeing people making out anyways... (uh who does???)

At the end, Naoya’s behavior would worsen become more and more obvious, especially when the two have their first kids 😊 He just loves you too much, he needs you to know that—that the others have issues with it he doesn’t care 🥺 all that matters to him his you and his new family.

ajgfakghagk Thank you so much for sending in this ask!! I hope it was to your liking ❤️

#ask #naoya zenin #naoya zen'in #naoya x reader #naoya zenin x reader #naoya zenin x you #jjk naoya #naoya zen'in x reader #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #jjk x you #prompt series: jujutsu kaisen

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inkdrinkerworld · 10 months

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Thoughts on Beefy!james with a reader who is sarcastic and acts confident but deep down is shy when it comes to affection and pda and just James being a loverboy

oh oh is this play about us??? [me and you??]

you’re loud by nature. easily the center of attention with your friends.

you’re a little flirty(that’s what they’ve said), you’re easy going and you can make jokes to make everyone laugh.

that goes out the window the second you see james and he spots you too.

your brain turns to mush when his hand settles on your lower back, stroking the sliver of exposed skin there.

“hi angel,” his lips stamp to your temple, effectively cutting off what you were telling your friends.

“here it comes.” they never let you live it down, neither does james really- though he’s sweeter than they are about it.

“hi jamie,” your words are shy and all lovesick and james would be a damn liar if he denied how it made his heart race and head spin.

the loudmouth girl melting on the spot the second he says something sweet.

“how was your day?” your friends know he’s got your attention from now, and make their way to their cars, bidding you goodbye with a sarcastic kissing noise.

“good,” james threads your fingers together as he walks you in the direction of his suv.

he hears your breath hitch a little and the smile that breaks out on his face is beautiful.

“am i gonna get my kiss, angel?” he asks as he helps you into the passenger side.

your eyes widen, hands falling to his chest as he leans in. “here?”

james is no strange to you and pda, he likes the way you go all shy on him. makes him feel like he’s doing a good job at wooing you.

“mhm, right here and right in my lips.” your skin heats but you lean up to kiss james, breathless and foggy headed by the time he pulls away.

“thanks pretty girl.” you’re too overwhelmed to say anything, to do anything too- not much more than give him a bashful little grin.

#jamespotter #james potter #james potter x reader #james potter x yn #james potter x you #james potter x black!reader #james potter one shot #james potter drabble #james potter fanfiction #james potter imagine #james potter fluff #james potter blurb

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puppyrelp · 1 year

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Introducing the Exanimate Insanity (InanimateSwap) AU!!

Since this has been doing so well on twitter, i decided to share it with you all here as well !! This au we made is inspired by the whole underswap thing where characters swap roles with one another !! I hope you guys like it we worked really hard on it and we're continuing to work on more stuff with this au !!

More info (+art!) under the cut :] SUPER LONG THREAD BTW !!

1. Nickel (The Pint Sized Leader), and Baseball (The Ball of Insincerity)

2. Microphone (The Loudmouthed Jerk), and Knife (The Jab To The Ears)

3. Suitcase (The Forgivable), and Balloon (The Pushover)

4. Bow (The Wannabe), and Pepper (The Sweet yet Bitter One)

5. Paintbrush (The Creative Mindset), and Lightbulb (The Sparkling Firework)

6. Salt (The Desperate Memory), and Marshmallow (The Forgettable Sweetheart)

7. Dough (The Explosive Puzzle Piece), and Bomb (The Unusual Stoic)

8. Paper (The Calm Idiot), and Pickle (The Insanitys' Candidate)

9. OJ (The Long Gone Rogue), and Taco (The Easy-Going Victor)

10. Tissues (The Teary Eyed), and Cheesy (The Walking Stench)

11. Yin-Yang (The Balanced), and Cherries (The Rivals)

12. Trophy (The shining freak), and Soap (The jealous jock)

13. Cabby (The Studier), and Apple (The Ditzy Genius) ok so the only thing we Really changed here are their personalities because Cabby's OWN BODY is important to her story, and also tbh we couldn't think of who to swap Apple with. So she'll be friends with S&P in this au!

14. Test Tube (The Rambling Fan), and Fan (The Mad Scientist)

15. Goo (The Angsty Puddle), and Blueberry (The Optimist)

16. Tea Kettle (The Selfless Helper), and Lifering (The Proud Papa)

17. The Floor/Guinea (The Unknown Luck), and Clover (The Tiny Sneaker) In this au, Clover is like a regular plant stuck to the ground, and as for Floory, we had to give him a body and since his VA is from Australia, we thought he would be a Spreading Guinea Flower, or Guinea!

18. Candle (The Posh), and Silver Spoon (The Enlightened)

19. Ghost Salt (The Dead Memory), and (Salt) Bot (The Unwilling Shadow) !! Bot's form is inspired by Canon Salt because we all know that Bowbot was created out of Fan and Testube's idealized version of the real Bow. So we thought Idealized Salt was based off of canon hehe

20. MePhone4 (The Envious Terminator), and MePhone4s (The Short Tempered Host)

21. Alex Inksky (The Man of No Regret), and Corn Cob (The Bearer of Bad News)

22. Siri/Stylus (The Upgraded), and Trash (The Fool) So we know 4S Had Siri in canon ii right? OK SO before 4S ran away, he sees this robot stylus body. We couldn't swap "mepad" and "toilet" with each other because we thought it'd be too difficult.

23. B.R.I.A.N. (The Writer) Since 4S is voiced by Brian, we thought that He would be the "Adam" of this Universe hehe

24. Box (The Pastry Box) LAST BUT NOT LEAST!! BOX!! Weeee couldnt change him either so his box type just changed

Thank you for reaching the end of the thread!! have a bonus doodle i made of swap!suitcase in s1ep1 :]

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hopelesshawks · 11 months

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Earned it by the Weekend with Aizawa 🤤🤤

Looking this song up and seeing the subtitle like

🤨

LMAO but I got you anon. This song (like a lot of The Weeknd’s songs lmao) is so sensual and kind of like beckoning? That it gives me very “memories of the other night” vibes. Like the other person just not being able to get you out of their head.

Another suggestive one so no minors allowed. Must be 18 years old to cross

“Soooo?” Present Mic asks with a grin that’s entirely too broad to mean anything good.

“What?” Aizawa sighs from his position hunched over a cup of coffee at one of the tables in the teacher’s lounge. He would much rather be in his sleeping bag taking a proper nap in peace like he originally planned for this time, but, as per usual, 1A had managed to get up to something. Dealing with their shenanigans had cut into his nap time too much to be worth it to try to squeeze one in before the upcoming staff meeting. Unfortunately it apparently left sufficient time for Mic to discover him and start working himself up to an interrogation.

“When were you planning on telling me!” Mic demands and Aizawa thinks he may be developing a headache. It’s probably not directly connected to this. Probably. But it’s not helping at the very least, especially since he’s not entirely sure he knows what Mic is talking about.

“Telling you what?” he sighs, taking another sip of his coffee and preparing himself mentally for whatever thread Mic would be pulling at for the remainder of the downtime the two would have before work called again.

“About you and the new teacher!” Mic insists, far too loud for the otherwise quiet break room. Thank god it’s just the two of them inside.

The mention of you sends vivid memories surging to the front of Shouta’s mind. Panting breaths, sweat slick skin, whines and moans of pleasure. He forces them to the back of his head, focusing on his friend’s expectant look instead.

“What are you talking about?” he bluffs, his face remaining stoic even though he swears he can taste you on his tongue now that the memories have resurfaced, blocking out the bitter taste of the cheap coffee he’s been sipping.

“Shouta! Buddy! How long have I known ya? So long! I know when there’s tension and there is definitely tension between you and the new teacher,” Mic insists perhaps a bit loudly for the room again but it’s times like these that remind Aizawa of just how perceptive his friend can be even if his literal loudmouth often leads people to believe the opposite.

“There’s no tension. I barely know her,” Shouta insists again, even as his memory supplies an image of exactly how you looked moaning his name, exactly how it felt to have you pressed underneath him.

“Oh come on, but—!”

Shouta is saved by the bell as he rises again with coffee in hand and begins to leave the room. Mic follows behind him looking very much like he’s not prepared to drop the subject, but he’s well aware he won’t be getting any answers from Aizawa until maybe later tonight and that’s a hard maybe.

As both men step out of the break room, they find you leaning against the opposite wall of the hallway, fiddling with something on your phone. You look up at their arrival, a smile spreading on your face. “You guys ready for whatever this meeting is?” you ask.

It’s an innocent enough question and so it draws an innocent response from Mic but when your eyes meet Shouta’s he sees smug amusement there and he knows. You heard. Maybe not everything but at the least Mic’s side of the conversation. You know they’ve been talking about you and the longer your mischievous gaze lingers on him, the more it reminds him of that night together. And he’s sure you know that somehow too.

“Do you guys want to head to the meeting together?” you offer and Mic agrees easily, but Shouta knows the truth.

You’re a dangerous one, you are. And unfortunately that makes you kind of perfect

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texaschainsawmascara · 9 months

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scurybooween · 1 year

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mctionsick · 8 months

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moved from here / @heroexxs

As if on instinct Fin's fingers thread through Val's hair, it was a mindless action they found themselves often doing when she was close enough. When they were around their friends it took major self control for Fin to keep their hands to themselves even in moments as innocent as this. A chuckle escapes their lips at the thought of still sneaking off together. "You got a good point there. Though they might not buy the phone charger excuse next time. We'll have to come up with something new." Fin's phone buzzes letting them know their food will be there shortly, and after a beat their attention is back on Val with a lopsided smirk firmly in place. "I kinda like the idea of a cake... but I think that's just 'cause I'm hungry," they laugh. "I think our best bet is to let me steal a few smooches and just let people start talking," they tease with a wiggle of their brows. "If all else fails, Scout never misses a party and she can't keep her mouth shut," Fin laughs knowing word would spread like wildfire thanks to their loudmouthed bandmate.

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daughter-of-fire-and-dreams · 1 year

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He’s not worth it

He’s not worth it. Not anymore.

There are times when Rhua is brash, a loudmouth, a person who isn’t scared to wear her heart on her fists. But even then, Rhua is not a gullible person. She tread life in a perpetual state of distrust.

Even if living in comfort, even if busy with schedules.

Even in the apocalypse, even in a war torn land.

Fire. Embers. A flickering light. This is the wrong order. It’s always the other way around. But something in Arym just takes away any reason she may have had to care. There are several people suffering from the aftermath of Garlemald’s state. Several people who were conscripted and now found commiseration and a place with each other. Several who are struggling to keep their head above water in Alvarium.

So what if he’s the one that’s lived war the longest?

He’s got several hundreds of years under his belt on top of that.

Everyone else doesn’t have that luxury.

People struggle, a war machina is approaching, there’s women, children, and several factions that are barely learning how to live again, side by side instead of master and slave. And he chooses to be the one to throw a temper tantrum, leave, and add to the burden of everyone else.

Does he know how many have had sleepless nights? Does he know that fuel is a finite resource that was spent in engines to go and look for him? Does he know how many people he left behind that he practically forced to care about him only for him to ditch them at the worst time?

What if the Overseer turned out to not be who it claimed to be? Life is full of betrayal. Rhua knows this best.

Rhua had been taught best.

And even though it hurts. It burns. She’s still here, living. And struggling with herself as well.

But she isn’t her mother in any physical, emotional or- Hells… Even aetherial field. She won’t sacrifice more than she has just for a man that will throw a temper tantrum when found, ignore the fact that he’s gonna die if he keeps insisting on helping others, and will certainly throw a temper tantrum about rest if he’s even wrestled back and saved.

She knows a man with a death wish. And she’s not the hand that will extend itself to save him. Because if he slaps said hand, and continues to do a temper tantrum, he’s no different than the soldiers holed up in that mountain.

Rhua may have been one of the most outspoken over beating people over that were being clear idiots and making everything more difficult for others. But. Despite her outbursts, she’s always been able to think logically even then. And she can see that giving Arym more attention than he’s already gained for himself is just going to mean her collapsing again in an outburst.

She ain’t going to fucking die for this bastard.

There’s things she has to do. Matters to settle… Once this damn apocalypse is over. If a decision to settle despite the doubt gnawing at her had been in her head, there is only one definite reason why she would leave town of her own volition, no matter how extreme it may be of a decision.

Which means time is of essence. Heh… It all goes back to the same shite as back home. Work. Make sure everyone is fine. Give maintenance. Be the person that blends in the background while making sure everything works perfectly.

In the hours that followed after relinquishing the drone she’d been using back to Twelves, the first thing Rhua does is find all the available paper as soon as possible. If a possibility ends that she’ll leave after this, then the town must have every single field covered with instructions for someone else to pick up after her. When starting action, the backup plan must be the first one to be covered right away.

Bells upon bells, writing, writing, writing. All the years she’d spent in the Crystalline Means were bearing fruit. She’d been an engineer yes. But no one ever got to see the side of Rhua where she’d just be too busy to turn down any request for assistance. Hold this, bring this here, help me thread this. All the factions had worked closely with her always when she wasn’t busy. Her apartment had looked more like a workshop than an actual living space. Her board was almost always filled with at least 15 overdue projects.

Thinking back on it, Rhua could guess that there was a part of her that was homesick for that feeling. But. At the same time, something gnawed at her. She paused her writing, opting to instead bite at the tip of her glove to free her hand and stare down at her wrist.

There was nothing on it. But she could have sworn she’d seen a tally of lines adding up to 14 in total. Just her imagination. Or… Part of the horrible nightmare she’d written down on some old notes that she’d made sure to lock down somewhere at the bottom of whatever was left of her belongings. This wasn’t the time to dwell on it.

But just because now isn’t the time to dwell on things doesn’t mean that they haven’t affected her. She’s just slightly better to prioritize efficiency over herself.

The brief pause she gave herself to think on ambiguity though, are almost the nail in the coffin she needed. There’s grief. Grief so deep that there’s a well large enough to be a pond of tears inside her. And one that she can’t let out.

Whoever thought that giving up one’s tears is an easy exchange for nothing short of a miracle is a damn bloody fool.

Rhua can feel the weight that not showing this particular emotion does to her. Which only causes her to pause and idly lean her head against the back of her hand.

This is all a mess. A mess beyond stupidity. She’d jumped out of a ragtag group that had shunned her mother after all was said and done, only to jump into an even bigger group drenched in idiocy. Or at least. That’s how it had started.

She knew she could respect a few. She’d worked with them for better after learning a few ways around. Which is why it is all the more baffling to see the one person who had protested for progress and justice for A.I. to be the one to make things worse. Wasn’t Sergius supposed to go and find him? Did Arym just also find a way to avoid him altogether and send him too in a wild goose chase?

The thought only made her burn more.

Which was the last thing she needed in this moment. Arym is no longer worth it. He won’t get any leniency from her nor any more callouts to stop being an idiot and care for himself. The attempts at hacking the drone she’d been using to remove it’s speech was the straw that had broken the camel’s back.

As far as Rhua is concerned. He left town and got turned into a blasphemy.

She’ll account for all the resources that might be spent on him if he makes it back. There’s little else to do other than that after all. No one would ask her to visit him. Or check on him. And. Given how much of a shit he was. She knows that he would never approach her of his own free will.

He’s never had the balls to do it. And this won’t be a different case.

But. There’s work to do. This backup plan is just that. A backup. Upon finishing the headers and the first 3 pages of every field that covers the basics of how to keep a town running, Rhua finally walks out of Alvarium.

It’s time to do rounds. An entire search party with many of those that had helped with the new effort was out. Which meant she had a lot of ground to cover now. Patrols. Rigging. Fixing. Maintenance. Gardening. Weaving even if all she could do was stab a few needles on fabric with one hand. She doesn’t feel tired. She’s done worse than this. Or perhaps it was just her finally growing used to the climate and several other variables? Removing the arm had certainly helped as well, no matter how inconvenient it had also become for her freedom of action.

But. There’s more to do. Opening Arym’s bunker proves to be far more difficult with her only arm. Or is it the bite of the frost? In her rush to get everything ready, she’d not realized that her hand was now freezing after removing her thick glove and doing all sorts of work around town. But, finally, she managed to pry the door open.

It was still the same. Nothing had changed, not even dust had settled. Save for a few icicles on the corners maybe. If there was one thing different, was the fact that she didn’t see the letter she’d received from her mother crumpled on the ground. A list of medicine alternatives for immunosuppressants as well as the contact information for certain alchemists from Thavnair. Her mother had done the work. But Rhua had been the one to request it in the end despite their shared agreement to give him space.

All of that was worth shit now. But who’d picked up the letter?

It didn’t matter. She was here for one thing and one thing only. Moving away to push at a hatch in a far off corner, she found the hidden attic that she’d been allowed to use. And immediately started vacating it of her belongings. Several boxes fell. Hells, even some spoons as well. Honestly it was a struggle to do this alone. But she wasn’t going to wait for others to see this helpless state of hers, she’d showed enough of it already.

One by one, trip after trip. She could feel her hand going numb. But it was fine. Until. Finally. All that was left was the garlean violin. With a low groan, she set it down for a moment, sentimentality getting the best of her as she looked back at this damn space.

She’d visited many times, bickered with him many times. And almost all of them had been to listen, understand, maybe help, and then call him out on his bullshit just as much as he’d called her out. But maybe she should have seen this coming.

Yes. She should have seen this coming since the first time he’d made her cry.

Or rather. Made her feel the burning sensation of her face in the absence of tears that she was unable to shed. Rhua should have known better. No one has ever made her cry that doesn’t turn out to be a piece of shit that could get her killed out of their own whims and selfishness.

No. There had been a single exception. But this wasn’t the time to dwell on that. A faint glimmer catches her eye, and Rhua sees for the first time the golden butterfly that should by all means be inside the greenhouse flutter towards her.

“How did you even get here?...” she mumbled, knowing the bug wouldn’t answer her anyways.

As she set her instrument down and idly raised a hand towards it, the butterfly fluttered and perched itself on her index finger. Rhua had never seen one like it. But then again. That wasn’t out of the ordinary for her here. She watched it walk all over her hand for a time, until another faint glimmer also caught her eye. A blue one was also resting on a nearby open box.

Ah, so they’d been resting here? Or at least, that’s Rhua’s conclusion upon seeing the weird different items inside the box.

Withered greenhouse clippings, definitely more than a moon old. Pills of different sizes half covered in dust and rust. A fork?... And… the crumpled letter.

That enough told her all she needed to know. Someone had also been here and thought her trash to be precious. Which meant she should really leave. Now. The clippings though. Make her pause one last time. He’d probably been feeding them. They must be starving. But. No. She won’t be the one to feed them in his fucking absence.

“I’m sorry..” she mumbled to the little critters. She wasn’t going to take her anger out on innocent ones. But she was done caring for people who didn’t deserve it.

“If you can find your way here. Then you clearly know how to get back to the greenhouse. Go back there. You won’t be fed here.”

And with that, she was gone. All her things with her, probably stacking and making for a cramped personal space, but it would have to do. She was used to a workshop rather than living quarters anyway. And there was work to be done. Twofold now.

#Meam Rhua

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And people still wonder why David stays away from social media.

I'm not Georgia's biggest fan but to go to that extent like that Twitter wacko is pure insanity. Also, to complain about Georgia stealing the spotlight when it was a fan that started the thread is a bit unnecessary.

She was supporting David just like everyone else.

The thing about that Twitter wacko is that they seem to have a thing for Aiden Hoynes, the character David played in The Politician's Husband (to the point of seemingly conflating David with Aiden, by making comments like hating Georgia because she gets to kiss "Aiden"). But of all David's characters to be obsessed with, they're going to go for the misogynistic creep who sexually assaulted his own wife? I just...the level of things to unpack there is so expansive it's hard to even know where to begin.

Truth be told, I don't even think Georgia would care much if this person was just talking shit, because I'm sure she and David have both dealt with more than their share of loudmouth fans. But the TERF/GC stuff in combination with the threats is downright frightening, especially given that Wilf identifies as enby. What I wish the Twitter fans understood is that when that level of threat is present, it doesn't matter if you're obsessed in a "good" way, because under certain circumstances, neither David nor Georgia have any way to tell if someone is just a passionate fan or if they're someone who would genuinely harm their own child.

So while avoiding social media is one thing, I would not be surprised if David pulls back on fan events altogether (especially given that someone at last weekend's GalaxyCon brought a picture of Dennis Nilsen--yes, the actual serial killer--for him to sign). The staggering level of insensitivity toward the man's crimes is one thing, but it's also incredibly disrespectful to David himself, who cared so much about being sensitive in his portrayal because of the still-living families of the victims.

As for the Anon from tonight, I'm willing to give that person the benefit of the doubt and say that they likely didn't know the reason behind the support thread. I can understand why, on the face of it, it would seem like what this person perceived...which is why it's so important to have the full story and context, which I tried to convey in my answer to them. There are plenty of things related to Georgia that merit consternation (and I have some more Anons waiting to be answered to that effect), but I don't think this happens to be one of them.

#hunterofartemisblog #reply post #georgia tennant #david tennant #soft scottish hipster gigolo #i honestly don't understand how someone can be a GC and be a DT fan #those two things together do not make sense #and if David is indeed queer in some capacity #it's people like that that would make it even harder for him to be open #the crazy people seem out in full force lately #twitter is the actual worst #fandom woes #discourse

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