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vexilalesbean · 7 months

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Finished hw so heres a small "Miss Americana and The Heartbreak Princess" snippet i just wrote

I walk home with james, thinking about whether I should tell him about my sapphicness or not. God, this is so frustrating! We'll be spending the rest of the afternoon together, so i'll get to bring it up to him then. We pass by Cornelia High. "Hey, isn't that the school your new friend is from?" james asks me, kind of sounding annoyed. "Yeah, and? We can still be friends if we're in rival schools. Doesn't mean we have to be rivals." I respond, hoping he'll brush it off. Just then, as I was going to ask about his new best friend, Emma, he kisses me on the cheek. I freeze, and stop walking completely. James asks me "U good?" just as I see lyla walking home from school. She had seen the whole thing! I see lyla run home, semi-crying. "James, as much as I think you're cool, i don't like you like that. Sorry." I tell James. "Oh, okay. So, am I still coming over?" He asks. I seriously think about this, whether I should have some time to think about other things alone or do homework with him. "Uhm, you know what, James? i think I should be alone for a while." I say. "Oh, okay. Well, see you on monday?" He asks. "Yeah, seeya monday..." I reply, and we walk our seperate ways to our houses. Good thing we were at the splitoff point to where our houses are. I walk home, speedwalking, ready to go to my room and worry the hell out of myself.

I make it home and storm off to my room. Taylor and my mom are sitting in the living room, Taylor doing a project for her science class. "Hey, Jules! Everything alright?" My mom asks me. "Yep! Everything's fine, mom!" I say as I shut my room door. I look at my phone. 4:30pm. I crash on my bed and think about what lyla must be feeling right now. I open my phone and just stare at it. Should I text her? Fuck yes! I wanna explain this to her! I open up Discord. She's online! Perfect! I start typing, "Heyy lyla! Sorry about what you just saw, I think. Don't know what you saw, but I'm pretty sure it was James kissing me on the cheek. Listen, I'm sorry, he did it out of nowhere! And I saw u run away, half crying. Lyla, I know you like me. I like you, too! I really, really like you. And I know it would crush you if James and I got together. I just wanna clear things up: James and I aren't together." I take a deep breath and send the text. God, why was it so long?! And why'd I confess in the same message??!! I'm freaking out at this point.

I see the three bubbles under the text bar, indicating Lyla's typing. "It's fine, Julie. And, truth be told, I never thought you'd pick up on the fact I like you!" She texts. "Yeah, I like you, too. So uhm, since your school is combining with our senior prom and homecoming..." I text back. "Do you wanna go to prom with me?" I hit send, my heart racing. Lyla went offline before I sent the message about our combined proms and homecomings. Guess I'll have to wait for her response. I turn off my phone and stare at the glow-in-the-dark stars on my ceiling. James doesn't have discord. Guess I'm gonna have to slip him a note on monday. I close my eyes, but only briefly, because my mom yells for me. "Julie! Come help Taylor with her project! I need to go to her ptc!" mom yells from downstairs. I sigh, get up, and go downstairs. Guess today's one of those days: half good, half bad.

"Hey, Julie, why'd you go straight upstairs when you came home?" Taylor asks me as I sit next to her at the table. "Well, you know my best friend of 3 years, James?" I ask her. "Yeah, what about him? Did he do something bad?" She asks. I respond to her, not missing a detail, "Well, on our walk home, he kissed me on the cheek, indicating he like-likes me, and I don't like-like him back." I trust Taylor with all my secrets. My parents don't like to hear any drama, so I tell Taylor everything. "Oh, okay. Well, I've noticed you and that Lyla girl are really close. Anything there?" Taylor asks. Damn, i didn't think she was capable of picking up on those things! Well, I mean, I was like that in the 7th grade, maybe taylor's the same, too? "Well- HEY, shouldn't we be doing your project? C'mon, it's 4:45." I say, getting her back on track. She snaps back into her mini-scientist mode. "OKAY SO-" she starts to ramble about her project and everything leading up to it, and, to be honest, I get a bit bored after she mentions microorganisms for the 3rd time. After a while, she gets to the actual point of the project. I help her almost all night. It's more complicated than I thought! The things they make these kids do these days...

I forget about dinner and wake up at 3am to go get a snack from the snack cabinet because, obviously, my stomach feels like it might cave in. I reach for a snack bar and sit on the couch. I remember that one song, it went "3am and i'm still awake..." as I bite my snack bar. I go on my phone and check my tumblr to see what James posted today. I look at his most recent post, which was a reblog. "Tell me you got rejected without telling me you got rejected." was the original post. James reblogged as "I think I got rejected without getting rejected. Idfk man." God, he really has to post everything online, huh? Inez posted something, too, said, "Who's ready for combined prom and homecoming? I know Este and I are!" Este being the hopeless romantic she is, and Inez being the gossip she is, they're going together as homies. I start scrolling and get bored, and finish up eating my snack bar. I go on Discord because I'm bored and want to see if Lyla's online. I sink into the couch as I open discord and the butterflies take over. She's online! Lyla starts typing. "Yes! Yes yes yes yes yes! I would LOVE to go to prom and with you! AND homecoming!" I can't believe it!!! I finally did it after all this time! I'm going to homecoming and prom with Lyla Marlow Laynes!

Just then, I hear someone coming down the stairs. "Julie, wha'tch'ya doin' up so late? Or, I mean, early, i guess?" Taylor's voice travels through the almost empty living room. "I'm on discord. Lyla just accepted my prom and homecoming invites!" I whisper, trying not to wake our parents up. "That's great, Jules, but it's late, or early, and I'm bored. I woke up a while ago and can't fall back asleep." She says in her tired morning voice, and comes and sits next to me on the couch. "Well, do you wanna watch something?" I ask her, shutting off my phone. She loves watching things when we're up late. "Yeah, can we watch Prom Pact?" she asks, knowing full well it's 13+. "Sure, we can watch it. But we have to keep the volume down. Don't want mom and dad catching us, right?" I say. "Right," she says back, and she snuggles next to me on the couch as I turn on the TV and go to Disney plus.

We watch Disney movies until 7am which, to be honest, was really nice. Spending time with my sister was really nice. Taylor's chronically online and has to go to the doctor for monthly heart checkups, so we don't talk unless she needs something. Mom and Dad come downstairs to me and Taylor eating chocolate popcorn on the couch and watching "The Princess Diaries 2: Royal Engagement." They're not surprised, as we've done this before too many times to count before, but not that recently. "So, you guys finally had your movie morning again?" Dad says as he makes his coffee. "Yep. I missed it." Taylor responds. I missed it too. The sun's up. Time for another typical Saturday.

#vexi's rants 💬#vexi's taylor swift stories 📓#i didn't intend on writing that much #well ig more for yall to read?#good lord vex #it's 10pm what are you doing #Miss Americana and The Heartbreak Princess #the amount of references i put in this tho #semi-not-canon

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antiyourwokehomophobia2 · 9 months

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Severance is eldritch horror. Dylan meets his son, and, in the blink of an eye, he's back to his outie self and is incapable of coming back at will. Can you imagine that? All you've know your entire life is work. All you know about yourself is what your job is. Then, suddenly, you're aware that you're a father. Your son comes into a closet---your closet, with clothes you've never worn but belong to you. You bought them. You're seeing your style and preferences for the first time. Your son is so happy to see you that he wraps you in a hug. You don't know what his name is. You don't know that you have more children. You don't remember any of them being born. You only know that this boy is your son because he calls you "daddy". And then you're gone. He's gone. You wake up in your office with absolutely no way of going back.

Helly wants to leave. She learns that she's the daughter and heiress to the man/company who is keeping her trapped. Her chance of escaping rests entirely on her outies willingness to let her go. This is never going to happen. Her power rests in the hands of a woman who is her but also not her. She is enslaved to herself. All she has to do is go outside and say "I don't want this anymore" and she will be free! The moment she steps outside, she loses every desire to do that. The person she is when she's outside does not want to do that. She watches a video of herself where she tells herself "you are not [a person]". The person she was when she sat down to record it and the person she was when she watched it are somehow entirely different and entirely the same. She tries to hang herself in order to hurt the version of herself who made that video. I'd like to take a second to talk about the eldritch horror of being an outie, too. Imagine being outie Helly. Imagine walking into work and bring perfectly okay. The next thing you know, you've hung yourself and are actively suffocating. You have no way of saving yourself. Your innie self made sure of that. You are in the process of dying and you don't remember why.

Burt retires from his job. Burt, who has just started to fall in love, is ripped away from the man he loves because of... Well, himself. His outie has decided to retire, and Burt has no choice but to follow him. He is him. Except he's not. Except he is. Except he's not because the man who has decided to retire is married. In Burt's retirement video, his outie states that he's aware that someone is making his innie very happy. He knows that it's another man. That's incredibly scary? Imagine having no memory of the last eight hours but being able to feel the effects that they have on you? Imagine going into work in whatever mood, and then leaving in an elated one and having no concrete idea as to why. Imagine being faithfully married and knowing that there's a part of your day where you don't know that you're married. You have absolutely zero control over whether you cheat on your husband. You do cheat on your husband! You are not aware of his existence while you're living as your innie. You have no clue how devastated you've left the man you're cheating on your husband with. You have no clue why he's banging on your door in the middle of the night. You don't know him. Even without your memories, you can feel how happy he makes you. Your husband is holding you while he bangs on the door.

Mark saves Helly from suicide. He's forced to leave work. If Burt is anything to go by then Mark, the outie, is suddenly extremely distressed and crying while having no idea as to why. He walked into work okay and left with tears on his cheeks. Suddenly, innie mark is at a party. He sees people who he knows but has never met before. He has no idea the woman standing in front of him is his sister. He sees a photo of a woman that all the people in the outside world believe to be dead. He works with this woman. She's alive! He has the power to change the lives of the people outside. He's gone in the flick of a switch. Outie mark doesn't remember shouting "she's alive". He doesn't know why everyone is staring at him funny. He doesn't know that his wife is not dead. He doesn't know that the person he's trying so hard to forget is his co-worker.

Irving. Poor Irving. The man he loves is taken away from him. They will never see each other again. Even if they do, they will not know each other. The man he loves gets to live the rest of his life without the knowledge that he ever even met Irving. Irving has to walk into work every day and mourn the loss of a man who will never come back. This man is not dead. He's just not himself. Except he is. Except he's not. Except he kinda is dead. Without work, your innie is effectively dead. Your innie and outie are two completely different people. Irving used to follow all the rules. Who knew that the heart of a rebel is born from the broken pieces of a good man's? Irving gets a chance to find the man he loves. He finds him embracing another man. This does not deter him. He throws his weight at the door and starts banging on it.

#Severance #Severance spoilers #I didn't intend to write so much #Just about Dylan tbh #But then I got possessed #Eldritch horror

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resident-gay-bitch · 11 months

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"You're going to be okay, Reggie." Sirius said, combing his fingers through Regulus's hair.

"How do you know that?"

"Because I am." Sirius said simply, "I'm okay, so you will be too."

"We're not the same... not anymore."

"We never were." Sirius said, "You and I- we... we were never the same. You just admired me a lot, and stole my clothes."

"Yes, well..." Regulus cleared his throat, "I much preferred your trousers over my bloody dresses."

"Shame I don't fit into your old clothes anymore." Sirius smiled at Regulus through their reflection, "We could have swapped wardrobes. You did have some lovely dresses... do you remember that black velvet one mother made you wear to Cissa's engagement party?"

"Yes." Regulus frowned, "Vividly."

"Yes, you looked quite shit." Sirius said with a teasing grin, "I would have looked much better in it."

Regulus rolled his eyes, "You know what? As much as I hate to admit it, you're right."

"Thank you." Sirius said proudly, "I'm taking all that I can get with you, Reggie- Is that still what you'd like to be called?"

"Yes." Regulus nodded his head and let Sirius dab a wet cloth under his nose some more, "I like my name... it's the one good thing father has given me."

Sirius huffed, "I can gladly say the same."

"Ouch." Regulus winced as Sirius' bony finger bumped his tender nose, "Careful, wanker."

"Oh, he rebels more!" Sirius declares, "First you become one of those people, and now you call me unsavory names? Grandfather would be rolling in his grave."

"Good." Regulus nodded, "I hated that wanker."

Sirius laughed, "Didn't we all?"

Regulus smiles.

"So." Sirius nodded, standing behind Regulus now, her hands on his shoulders, "What would you like?"

"Not too short." Regulus nodded, lifting his hand to show the shape, "I want length on the top, but no longer than my ear, I'd say... and have it fade up from the bottom- but don't do that stupid shit where it's so short you can see skin through it. I still have class."

"Obviously." Sirius nodded and ran his fingers through Regulus's hair again, "We've swapped."

"Yes, we have..." Regulus nodded, "And thankfully. You look dumb with short hair."

Sirius tapped him on the top of the head to scold him, "You're far too mean to me, you know? I am about to take a pair of scissors to your hair, you might want to be more polite."

"Sorry." Regulus said, not sounding sorry at all, "You look inadequate with short hair, oh, dear sibling."

Sirius glared at his reflection before reaching for the scissors, "You're lucky you're my little brother, you know... I have this moral obligation to never severely hurt you, no matter how fucking annoying you are."

Regulus grinned, "Yes, I know... I like to take advantage of it."

Sirius shook her head and opened and closed the scissors a few times, "I thought maybe finding comfort in you're identity would fix your sour attitude, but I'm starting to think you're just a cunt."

"Oh, Sirius..." Regulus gasped, "You kiss you're mother with that mouth?"

"Ha!" Sirius laughed, "How dare you insinuate I even care for the woman."

"I live to piss you off, sibling." Regulus said simply.

"Clearly." Sirius huffed and grabbed the front of Regulus's hair, "Here?"

"A little shorter, I think."

Sirius nodded, "I'll just cut it here, and then once I'm done, I can always make it shorter." They said and pinched his hair between her fingers, "Better to be safe than sorry... and as much as I love pissing you off, I don't want to fuck this up."

Regulus glanced up at Sirius and smiled, "Thank you."

"Don't get all sappy on me, this is unnatural." Sirius grinned and got to work, "Turn the emotions back off... be a bitch!"

Regulus couldn't help but smile more, "You know, this is probably a good time to tell you I'm gay."

"Yes, it would be, wouldn't it?" Sirius sighed, "Well, that's if I cared... we're all a bit fucking gay, aren't we?"

"I suppose..." Regulus hummed, and watched Sirius cut his hair for a while, working in silence. Their usual. It was serene. Sirius' had just about cut off the bulk of it when Regulus decided to speak again, "Well, when you say everyone, do you really mean everyone?"

"Obviously." Sirius shrugged, working on straitening out the cuts, "I mean... sexuality is a vast spectrum, as is gender, and it's all a bit of a mind-fuck, if you ask me... it took me years to understand my fluidity, and to be honest with you, Reggie, I still don't."

Regulus nodded, "I'm definitely a boy... and I definitely like men."

"Good for you." Sirius smiled, "It feels good to figure it out, doesn't it?"

Regulus hummed.

"If it ever changes, don't freak out... it happens. I used to think I was bi... then I was gay, then I was pan, and then I was gay again, and now I'm just... queer, because I simply can't be fucked trying to label it, and it feels good. I like who I like, and I fuck who I wan't..." She shrugged, "And who I wan't is Remus, so that's about it."

"You fuck him?" Regulus gasped.

"As if I don't!" Sirius laughed, "He's the very definition of all things beautiful... plus, you haven't seen them in a skirt. Pure sex, Regulus."

"I don't want to know about that." Regulus shook his head.

"You asked!"

"I mean't..." Regulus shrugged and quieted his voice, "You- you're twenty next week."

"Yes." Sirius said and before Regulus could make his next point, Sirius gasped and said, "I'm having a party, if you'd like to come... you know, since we're... family again."

"Sure." Regulus waved it off, "But I'm not getting you a gift."

"You're presence is enough." Sirius laughed, "But your point?"

"Yes." He nodded, "You're twenty... barely, and... you- you have sex?" he whispered the last word.

Sirius looked at his reflection in the mirror, dead pan, "What have they done to you?"

Regulus laughed, "We're not supposed to have sex until marriage!"

"As if I'd abide by that rule, have you met me?" Sirius shook their head and got back to trimming Regulus's hair, "Plus... Remus was just too good to deny... forbidden fruit and all that."

"You disgust me." Regulus said simply.

"That's what I was born to do, dear brother..." Sirius smiled, "That feels strange to say... but I like it. I've always wanted a brother."

"Well, happy birthday, there you go." Regulus smiled, flourishing his hand in the air, "I got you a gift after all."

"Blessed be the day!" Sirius declared over joyously, "But you haven't?"

"No." Regulus shook his head.

"That's okay." Sirius sighed and continued cutting, "I didn't have sex until I was nineteen... Remus had had it before me, with another guy. And, he and I were together for... six or seven months before I felt comfortable doing it, but... that was more so to do with my sexuality than anything else... we'd done other things a little while before that- but we took everything slow."

"Oh." Regulus nodded, "Had you been with anyone before Remus?"

Sirius thought about it for a moment, "I dated Mary McDonald for two weeks at fifteen, and she was my first kiss. But that's it."

"You had your first kiss at fifteen?" Regulus asked.

"Yes..." Sirius nodded, "Have you?"

Regulus nodded, "Only... well, about three weeks ago."

Sirius stilled, looked up to catch Regulus's eye in the reflection, "You only had your first kiss three weeks ago?"

"Yes." Regulus nodded once, "Don't stop, please, it looks good."

"Thank you." Sirius nodded and continued to work, "And that's okay too... I'm just shocked, I suppose... no matter what gender you were presenting as, you've always been quite dashing... take after me, of course. Not quite as gorgeous as I, but-"

"Oh, do shut up." Regulus rolled his eyes, "You're so full of yourself."

"Yes, well," Sirius shrugged, "when you go you're whole life with a family that constantly down play's you're achievements and tells you that you suck, you have to learn how to support yourself."

"I'm sorry." Regulus said past a swallow.

"Don't." Sirius shook their head, "I don't want to hear it. Without all that... drama, I wouldn't be the person I am today... and I happen to love myself very much."

"Well that's good."

"I do hope you love yourself too, Reggie." Sirius leant over to kiss the top of his head, "Life is so dull without self love, and you are wonderful."

"I thought you didn't want me to be sappy?"

"Yes, well..." Sirius shrugged, "I'm your big sibling... It's my job to make sure you're safe."

"It's not-"

"But it is." Sirius said with a simple smile, "And I do enjoy my job very much, so don't try to take it away from me. Besides, I was about to tell you how stupid you look with that chunk of hair sitting on your nose."

"Fuck off." Regulus rolled his eyes and flicked the hair away from his face.

"Gladly." Sirius pet his head with the scissors and continued to work, a new silence lulling over them.

"What about you're friends?" Regulus asked.

"Gosh." Sirius gasped and shook her head, "You're awfully talkative tonight."

"Sorry..." Regulus hung his head low, "Sorry, I'll stop-"

"Don't be stupid." Sirius scolded, "It's just in-ordinary for you... strange. You've always talked so little lately, I'd never been able to memorise what your voice sounded like... but now-"

"I get it." Regulus sighed, "I like having my sibling back... okay?"

Sirius whispered with a happy smile, "Okay."

"So... your friends?" Regulus asked, "Are they all... like you?"

Sirius shrugged, "Remus is... well, he doesn't really have a label for anything now that I think about it. Any time someone asks their gender he just tells them to fuck off, and if they ask his sexuality, he asks if they're trying to fuck them."

Regulus cracked an amused grin.

"Peter... he's bi romantic, which to him means he feels romantic attraction to multiple genders, but he only feels sexual attraction to men." Sirius hummed, "And Lily's lesbian... and, oh, Marl's is pan and polly- Mary's trans fem and I believe bisexual, but I don't know for sure since her transition started... oh, and James is 'unlabled', but he's just trying to be more aloof than I."

Regulus nodded and smiled, "Unlabled... but... does he..."

Sirius shrugged, "He takes whoever he fancies, and usually that's just a pretty person who has zero interest in him, whatsoever... take Lily for example. He was in love with her for years, but she's a lesbian. And he had a crush on Remus a year or two ago, and... well... Remus wanted me- it was no hard feelings. It was quite funny, really, he was just attracted to Remus and had no intentions on getting between them and I... it was a whole thing."

"So he likes... masculine people?"

"Yes, you can say that." Sirius nodded, "Why?"

Regulus turned a little pink.

Sirius kept cutting his hair, so she didn't notice.

"No reason." Regulus swallowed.

Sirius poked their tongue out as he chopped the last bit of hair, then fluffed it all out, "What do you think?"

Regulus swept some back from his eyes and smiled. He looked like himself, "I love it... thank you."

"Glad I could help." Sirius smiled brightly and grabbed a cloth to dust the hair off Regulus's shoulders, "Jame's should be home in a moment- Oh, he and Effie are going to freak out!"

"Oh, should I-" Regulus swallowed, "I thought you said they'd be okay with me living here for a while?"

"Yes." Sirius nodded and swatted Regulus with the towel, "They're all fine with it... I just didn't tell them much, yet... I just said you needed a place to stay for a bit. By the way, you are staying in my old room whilst I bunk with James, so... all my things will still be in there, so don't snoop."

Regulus smiled, "I would rather die than risk touching anything you and Remus have kissed near."

Sirius snickered, "Good luck sleeping on the bed then."

"Oh!" Regulus stood up with a huff and glared at Sirius, "You disgust me, you filthy animal!"

"Hey, that's what James said when he caught Remus and I making out on his bed."

"Oh, bloody hell." Regulus shook his head, "You're impossible."

"You love me." Sirius said with a proud lilt, "Anyway, what's this about you caring so much about James liking men, Reggie?"

"Nothing." Regulus pressed, turning red again.

"Regulus."

"He's pretty, alright!" Regulus almost shouted, "He has nice... eyes, and he's... fit."

Sirius looked at him blankly, "He's fit..? Jesus, Regulus. That's basically a marriage proposal for you, you like my best friend?"

Regulus rolled his eyes, "Were not doing this."

"Oh, yes we are." Sirius said.

"Nope." Regulus shook his head and walked out of the bathroom.

Sirius followed, "Absolutely we are."

"I'd rather die."

"So it's deeper!" Sirius gasped, "How long have you been ogling my best friend?"

"None of you're business."

"It absolutely is!" Sirius pointed a stern finger, following her brother around the place, "You are my brother, and he is my best friend!"

"Build a bridge, Sirius."

"Oh, fuck you, Reggie!" Sirius laughed, "Come on... tell me! Why won't you tell me? I'm just going to keep asking until you tell me!"

Regulus stopped dead in his tracks and turned around to look at Sirius, lent his hip on the kitchen island, "You really wanna know?"

"Yes." Sirius nodded.

"Everything?" He asked again.

Sirius grinned and nodded more, "Oh, absolutely."

"Fine." Regulus folded his arms and turned his chin up, "I've quite liked James for a while now... since you snuck him over for the first time when I was fourteen."

"Four-" Sirius shut themselves up and glared at Regulus, "You've been drooling over my best friend since fourteen?"

"Do you want to know, or not?"

"Yes, sorry." Sirius huffed.

"Well, I really quite like him now, and I think he may like me- which is why I asked if he liked men because... well, because I want to know if it was just because he thought I was a girl."

"Fair enough... go on." Sirius pushed, unsure weather he actually wanted to hear the rest of this because... well, because Jame's didn't like his brother... did he? Surely he would have told Sirius about it.

"And then..." Regulus huffed with a little smile and laugh, "Three weeks ago we bumped into eachother and he took my first kiss."

Sirius stared at him blankly.

"Well, my first... ten, or something." Regulus shrugged, "We made out, is what I'm trying to say."

Sirius still stared.

And luck would have it... the front door swung open and in strode James and Effie.

Sirius still just stood there like a fish out of water.

"Oh, Regulus-" James had started, but stopped with wide eyes when he noticed Regulus.

"Hi, James." Regulus smiled with a slight blush in his cheeks.

"Oh, dear," Effie walked over to him with a big smile, "it's lovely to have you here with us. I'm loving the new cut- girls that can-"

"No, Effie." Sirius managed to snap out of her trance enough to say, "Erm, Regulus is my brother."

"Oh." Effie said and looked back at Regulus, "Well, the hair cut suits you well, dear... highlights these lovely cheekbones- I keep telling Sirius she needs to pin their hair back sometimes to show them off more."

Regulus smiled, his heart feeling a little warmer at her instant acceptance, "Thank you."

"You like pumpkin soup, dear?"

Regulus nodded.

"Wonderful." Effie smiled and headed off to her room to freshen up.

"You're..." James was staring, just like Sirius had been- oh, nope, Sirius still was, "It looks- you look- erm..."

"Thank you, James." Regulus nodded, because he knew what James was trying to say.

"Oh, and congratulations." James quickly said, "For... figuring it out, I guess."

"Thanks." Regulus nodded again.

"Erm... why is Sirius staring at us like she's about to commit murder?"

"Oh, because I told him we made out." Regulus said with a simple shrug.

"Wh-"

"You betrayer!" Sirius shouted, charging at James, "You brother-fucker!"

James screamed and started running for his dear life, "I haven't fucked him yet!"

Sirius stopped dead in his tracks, "You haven't fucked him... yet?"

James swallowed, "Oh, shit."

Sirius was chasing him again, and Regulus found this to be the most amusing moment of his life.

Sirius managed to tackle James to the ground at Regulus's feet, and then they just started... play fighting?

"Do you mean it when you say yet, James?" Regulus asked, peering down at them by his feet.

James, who was pinned down on the ground and looking up at Regulus with Sirius's hands on his face, smiled wide and nodded, "If you'll have me-"

"No!" Sirius screamed, "He's just a boy- it's his first day of boyhood! You can't- Jame's... you're too much for him!"

James' winked up at Regulus and he felt his insides flutter.

Sirius shook James' face in her hands, "James you can't do this! I know you, you filthy creiten- he's pure! He's too pure for you!"

"Well, if you just-" James had started.

"Oh, Sirius..." Regulus said with a simple hum, "Is that not Remus outside?"

Sirius' head darted up and then they were on her feet and running for the door, "Remus?" He stepped outside, and then the door was slammed at his back.

He was trapped outside, with no Remus.

"Anyway." Regulus said, giving the door he just closed a few pats, "Now that they're gone, how about you show me your room, James?"

"Oh, yeah, sounds like a good idea to me." James scrambled to his feet and held out his hand for Regulus, "Wouldn't want to keep a beautiful man like you waiting."

"Thank you." Regulus smiled and nodded and let James lead him away.

"Mum will let you in!" James called out to Sirius, who just banged on the door with a dramatic whine in response.

Maybe Sirius was right... Regulus was going to be okay, after all. He had his sibling back, a house to call a home, and James on his arm... what more could he want?

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NaNoWriMo Day #14

[masterlist] [part one]

Trigger warning: depiction of a dissociative episode, misconception concerning the sentience and sapience of a being. Warning for Jason's language and use is Zalgo text

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Jason was... Well, he was a lot of things, but terrified was near the top of the list. He'd seen and experienced a lot of crazy shit since trying to steal the tires off the batmobile, including his own death and revival, but having control of his body forcefully taken from him by what he could only assume was the Lazarus Pit was by far the most insane and terrifying thing he'd ever experienced. Not even the Joker had made him feel this hopeless, he'd still been able to run his mouth then, but this? This was like sitting in the driver's seat of a high-tech hyper realistic RC car, frantically stepping on all the pedals, pressing all the buttons, flicking all the switches, and trying with all your might to crank the steering wheel, and all of it doing jack shit. You're stuck watching out the windshield as the car goes flying across the haphazard track, your seatbelt is locked, the doors don't even open from the inside, and nothing you do makes a damn difference as someone else takes you for a joyride.

Of course, he's the fucking Red Hood, he wasn't gonna let the Pit just do whatever the fuck it wants, hell no! He'd successfully fought the thing off during the height of his pit madness and homicidal tendencies, there was no fucking way he was gonna let the Pit use him to murder a kid!

"W̸e̷ ̴d̷o̴ ̵n̵o̵t̷ ̵m̸u̵r̷d̴e̵r̶ ̵c̵h̴i̸l̸d̶r̷e̵n̶!̷" Came a voice from inside his head. It was unlike anything he'd ever heard, like a gestalt of different voices from all different walks of life. Time seemed to be endlessly slow as he/it/they screeched a war cry and took off.

"Oh yeah? Why the fuck are we charging the kid, then?!" Jason yelled back. It was weird, his voice was both echoey and soundless at the same time. He didn't like it.

"H̸e̶ ̴i̵s̶ ̴c̶h̴i̷l̷d̶/̸i̶n̶f̴a̸n̴t̵/̵l̸o̴n̴e̷l̴y̷/̴k̷i̸n̸g̷.̵ ̵H̴e̴ ̶i̷s̴ ̶U̸n̵C̸l̶a̵i̸m̸e̶d̶.̶ ̵H̴e̶ ̸i̶s̶ ̵O̶u̵r̷s̷ ̸n̵o̷w̴.̴" As the Pit said that, Jason watched through green tinted vision as the Pit disarmed the goon, extracted the kid, and outright threw the goon into the wall to the side of them. As soon as the goon was out of the way, the Pit adjusted the kid so they were cradling him, and suddenly Jason was drowning in overwhelmingly foreign feelings of comfort/safety/claimed/calm/peace/safe as distinctly nonhuman sounds came from their mouth.

He'd like to say he'd managed to claw his way out from under the flood of emotion by himself, but that'd be a lie, and he tried not to lie to himself too often. It was the sound of a sudden, sharp, almost adorable little frustrated chirp the kid let out that let him breach the surface and actually think again. "What the hell was that?" Jason asked. If his consciousness needed to breathe, he'd be gasping right about then.

"H̴e̷ ̸w̵a̶s̷ ̵p̶a̵n̵i̷c̵k̶i̷n̵g̵.̶ ̵W̵e̸ ̴r̶e̸s̵p̵o̷n̵d̶e̸d̴ ̴a̵p̶p̶r̶o̶p̴r̸i̶a̷t̵e̷l̵y̵.̸ ̷W̸e̷ ̸a̸p̷o̶l̸o̶g̵i̶z̶e̴ ̶f̷o̵r̷ ̷s̸m̴o̴t̴h̸e̵r̵i̷n̷g̸ ̴a̶ ̶p̴a̷r̸t̷ ̵o̸f̴ ̸U̴s̷.̵" The Pit sounded genuinely apologetic, but he wasn't sure he trusted it. Their head turned and Jason saw the rest of the Bats arrayed in wary stances, with Damian taking the lead. He said something about wanting to check on the kid in their arms, but that they could keep hold of him. He could see how much B wanted to protest that, but a sharp gesture from the kid silenced that Bat. "W̴e̴ ̵d̸o̵ ̷n̶o̶t̶ ̷k̷n̵o̷w̷ ̶t̵h̸e̸ ̶o̷n̷e̶s̵ ̶b̵e̶h̶i̴n̶d̷ ̴u̵s̵.̴ ̸A̸ ̶p̵a̶r̵t̴ ̷o̸f̴ ̶U̴s̸ ̵d̷o̵e̴s̶.̸ ̷C̶a̷n̷ ̷W̴e̷ ̷t̸r̶u̶s̵t̸ ̴O̵u̶r̷s̶ ̴w̵i̴t̸h̵ ̴t̸h̵e̴m̵?̸"

Jason thought about the question for a bit. He was fairly certain, as long as Damian was the one taking the lead, they'd be fine. Since Bruce was letting the kid take point, Tim was more likely to follow along, and Dick would only jump the gun if the kid looked injured or terrified out of his mind, which he was neither. In fact, the kid was making some of the cutest fucking noises he'd ever heard, nevermind they didn't have any right coming from a very human looking kid. "We should be good, so long as the baby bird is in control, he seems to grasp the situation better than the rest," he finally replied.

"V̶e̸r̴y̸ ̵w̵e̴l̸l̶.̸ ̸W̶e̸ ̸w̷i̶l̴l̷ ̴t̵r̵u̷s̶t̷ ̷t̷h̵e̵ ̶B̸a̴b̵y̶ ̶B̵i̶r̶d̵,̵ ̶a̸s̷ ̴p̶a̶r̵t̵ ̷o̶f̷ ̸U̶s̴ ̵c̶a̸l̴l̴s̵ ̶H̷i̵m̶.̸" They slowly turned around, the kid held protectively within their arms, though visible enough for the Bats to be able to determine he was okay.

They all stared at each other, waiting for someone to make the first move. Jason was getting ready to make a sarcastic comment about the stalemate when the kid spoke up. "Hey, so, uh, I'm Danny, it's nice to meet you all."

Oh shit. How could a teenager be so adorable? "I have never thought of a kid as adorable, what the fuck?"

"H̴e̴ ̷i̵s̷ ̸O̵u̶r̸s̵.̵ ̶H̵e̴ ̶i̸s̶ ̶C̶l̷a̶i̴m̶e̵d̷ ̷b̵y̸ ̵U̴s̶.̴ ̵H̵e̶ ̶w̶i̴l̸l̶ ̶a̶l̷w̸a̷y̸s̶ ̶b̸e̴ ̷a̴d̶o̴r̷a̶b̸l̵e̵ ̷t̵o̶ ̶U̸s̴,̸ ̵e̴v̴e̵n̷ ̶t̶o̶ ̴a̷ ̵p̴a̶r̸t̸ ̷o̷f̴ ̵U̸s̸ ̵t̸h̵a̵t̸ ̸i̷s̶ ̷n̵o̶t̴ ̶o̷f̷ ̶U̶s̴.̴"

Wait. "Did you adopt him? What if he has parents! We can't just adopt random kids!"

"W̴e̶ ̵d̶i̴d̴ ̶n̴o̶t̶ ̷s̴e̵e̸ ̷a̸n̴y̷ ̴P̶a̴r̶e̶n̷t̸s̴.̴ ̷W̴e̵ ̸o̸n̷l̷y̷ ̴s̵a̷w̷ ̷H̶i̸m̴.̶ ̶H̵e̶ ̴w̴a̴s̴ ̴U̵n̴C̷l̸a̷i̸m̵e̴d̸,̵ ̷n̷o̷w̵ ̶H̸e̵ ̷i̶s̵ ̸C̶l̷a̴i̷m̸e̸d̶.̷ ̶I̷t̵ ̵i̵s̷ ̴f̴a̴i̵r̶.̶" The Pit was being far too cheeky. It was like the Pit was saying "finders keepers losers weepers". Jason... Wasn't sure how he felt about that, honestly. "A̷n̷d̸ ̷H̸e̵ ̷i̸s̷ ̴n̵o̴t̴ ̴r̷a̴n̶d̶o̴m̴.̸ ̶H̴e̷ ̷i̶s̵ ̸k̸i̸n̷g̵.̶"

Wait, wait, nope, he had to have heard that wrong. "Hold the fucking phone, are you saying he's some kind of royalty? Of what government? His accent sounds Midwestern!"

"H̸e̵ ̷i̴s̴ ̶H̷i̶g̷h̵ ̴K̷i̴n̸g̶ ̸o̶f̷ ̵t̶h̸e̶ ̴I̴n̶f̷i̶n̵i̶t̷e̴ ̶R̴e̶a̸l̶m̸s̷.̵ ̶H̷e̷ ̸i̵s̵ ̴G̵h̵o̴s̵t̸ ̸K̴i̶n̴g̴.̶" The tone with which the Pit spoke of Danny was complicated, though pride and seriousness were prominent. "H̵e̸ ̴i̵s̷ ̴O̶u̵r̶s̶ ̷a̵s̶ ̸W̷e̸ ̴a̴r̴e̷ ̸H̶i̶s̷.̸"

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"Hey, so, uh, I'm Danny, it's nice to meet you all."

The teen in Jason's the Pit creature's arms was remarkably calm, in Damian's opinion. He'd seen many people bathe in the Lazarus Pit come back not right, not themselves, enough to have an idea of how to handle this thing that took his brother's body as its own. Admittedly, this creature was among the most tame he'd ever seen or heard of, though, he never thought someone could become a Pit creature years after bathing in the Pit's waters, either, so perhaps that wasn't saying much.

Damian refocused and gave the older teen a small smile. "Hello, Danny, are you alright? You've had a rather stressful day, haven't you?" He needed to figure out a way to get Danny away from the Pit creature without provoking it. He had no idea how long it would stay reasonable and he didn't want to chance Danny getting hurt by what was once his brother.

Danny let out a snort. That... Wasn't the response he was expecting. "Honestly, the past week was significantly worse, this was nothing. This was almost expected, honestly. No, yeah, I'm doing pretty well now that Goony McGoonface over there isn't trying to use me as a meat shield anymore." The creature let out a short screech, and Danny glanced up at it, face contemplative, almost confused for a second, before understanding flashed across his features. He then let out a few chirps that, to Damian, sounded almost like he was asking for clarification for something. The creature responded with a trill and a few chirps of its own. Danny nodded and turned to look back at Damian with a slightly apologetic expression. "Um, he said you can come closer, Robin. He trusts you not to hurt me, but the others will have to stay back for now. Something about you being vouched for? I guess?"

He wasn't sure what to make of that, but Damian could work with this. He nodded before either of his brothers could argue, silently grateful his father was following his lead like he'd asked. "Thank you for passing along the message, I will gladly take you up on that. How close may I get?"

Danny turned to the creature again as it tilted its head in thought before chirping something at Danny that caused his eyes to widen. Danny trilled a question back, the mental impression of a disbelieving, "Really?" strong enough Damian could have sworn he'd actually heard it instead of imagining it. The creature repeated the trill back with a few chirps at the end and Danny's eyes widened further as he turned to look back at Damian. "You, uh, you can get as close as you'd like, he says he remembers you, now. You must have made a good impression, I wouldn't have thought he'd let anyone near me for the next hour, at least."

Well then. That was significantly closer than Damian had expected based on previous experiences with Pit creatures. What did Danny mean, the creature remembered him, though? How could it remember him? "Thank you again, both of you," Damian said as he started forward, being careful not to move too quickly or make any sudden movements. The closer he got to the two of them, the more he started to notice a deep rumble and slightly higher purr coming from the two he was approaching. They seemed to resonate within his own chest, touching at something he'd never noticed was tense and on constant alert until it started relaxing at the interaction. It made him just the slightest bit less hesitant at getting closer to the two of them.

It was only when he was within reach of the creature that he realized that something in his chest had started buzzing, an answering purr that startled him enough for him to pause in his tracks. That... He'd never... What? His purr hitched at his disjointed thoughts. The Pit creature slowly sat down, shifted a suddenly worried looking Danny to sit on its lap, and carefully extended an arm in Damian's direction. His purring hitched again at the movement, and the rumbling shifted in tone slightly. Somehow, the rumble seemed to draw his purr into harmony with it and the other purr, which Damian was starting to suspect was Danny's. The Pit creature chirped softly, and somehow, Damian understood it this time. "Baby bird. It's okay. You're okay. You're safe."

It—the Pit—Jason—Damian took a quick moment to sign back to his father that he had a plan he didn't, he didn't need one, either before diving into the being's arms. He'd been wrong, this wasn't a Pit creature like he'd assumed, and he could only be glad he'd said nothing about his previous assumptions aloud.

He'd only ever heard hushed rumors about it, but once, a long time ago, near the beginning of his grandfather's reign as the Demon's Head, there had been a being who'd bathed in the Lazarus Waters and came out not less than they had been, but more. They had still been themselves, they had still been healed like others before them, they'd just also become the avatar of the Waters in the process. They'd been honored by many, hailed as a great protector and given many titles as thanks, though his grandfather had apparently taken exception to someone else having such an elevated position. His grandfather had killed the being and destroyed all mentions of them as he could, even going so far as to ban talk of them. But thoughts and ideas cannot be bound, and there were those who still revered the being more than his grandfather, even within his own League.

Somehow, Jason, his brother, had become the next Avatar of the Waters. His brother was still there. His brother wasn't dead again. He held back his sobs as he let out his own quiet trill. "You're still here."

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WOW. Didn't expect I'd be able to write this sequel any time soon! Well, surprise, dp×dc week has provided the prompts I needed to write a number of my more requested sequels! ✧⁠\⁠(⁠>⁠o⁠<⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠✧

Good news, I'm feeling better today than I have this entire week lol hopefully this continues through the rest of the week, right? (⁠^⁠～⁠^⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ

If anyone thinks I missed a trigger warning for this ficlet, PLEASE let me know! I've tried my best to cover all the ones I thought might be an issue, but I'm not the most knowledgeable on what topics can be triggering yet (⁠´⁠-⁠﹏⁠-⁠`⁠；⁠) I want my readers to know what they're getting into before they get into it, y'know?

Thank you all so much for your patience! I've got some people who asked to be tagged when I wrote the sequel, so hopefully I got them all! @stealingyourbones, @ghoststoneguard, @meira-3919, @onyxlightdragon, @gatorgoose, @rainbowbunny0159, @jarlyd, here's the update y'all asked to be tagged in! Hope you liked it ಡ⁠ ͜⁠ ⁠ʖ⁠ ⁠ಡ

#danny phantom #batman #dc x dp #dp x dc #dp crossover #fanfic #dp au #nanowrimo 2022 #NaNoWriMo Day 14 #dp/dc week 2022 #gosh i hope this wasn't too much for y'all #i didn't initially intend for Jason to open for us #but he grabbed me by the shirt collar and demanded to open the show this week #cussed me out a bit while he was at it #and proceeded to write himself #he's very good at that I've come to find out #though i gotta say #i absolutely love his interactions with the pit #also! world building! from Damian's POV!#lol imagine finding out your older brother whom you've denied caring for since you were nine #seemingly turned into a creature from your nightmares and took a teen not much older than you hostage #ONLY to realize that no your brother is actually NOT a creature from your nightmares #no he's now the freaking Avatar of the Lazarus Waters #he's achieved being status #he's become the thing your grandfather hates and some of your old teachers practically worshipped #lol just wait until you find out who he adopted!

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essektheylyss · 1 year

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migraine day means sketch time feat. the newest addition to my list of "wizards that live in my head rent-free"

I only noticed today that Suvi has a little smoking incense holder in her hair and I'm not gonna lie, I'm obsessed with it.

#it's the lapsed catholic tbh. yes I WAS an altar server.#spent way too much time on this for how rough it still is but I also didn't really open csp intending to do anything serious so #it's fiiiiine #do not know why I have nO problem sitting doing art for a couple hours with a migraine but writing? forget it lol #worth it tho suvi's design slaps. the cheekbones on this woman.#suvirin kedberiket #worlds beyond number #my art #I know I say it every time I post literally any art but. wild that I could fully be decent at art if I was at ALL capable of consistency #aggressively sitting here like 'do not over-render do not over-render do not over-render—'#gee megs you know how you'd manage that more consistently? ACTUALLY FUCKING DRAWING—#me? posting this during off hours before I lose my nerve? more likely than you'd think #yes I can yeet whatever fic directly onto ao3 but art is SCARY this ain't my medium alright

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fictionadventurer · 3 months

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"It looked like a good day for setting fence posts, and my mother said so while taking the biscuits from the oven. 'Some morning early, when I can get away, I want you to come with me along the edge of the hill in the wood-lot," she continued. "When the shadows of the trees begin to come down the slope, as the sun rises you feel the turning of the earth. You feel the whole globe under your feet rolling into the sunlight. . . . That's something I found one morning when I was driving the calves to pasture. I've been saving it up for you. I wonder if you've seen a more beautiful dawn in any of the places you've been.'

On my fingers I count the dawns I have seen--memorable, just in being dawns. Sleepy-eyed dawn from the Paris markets after a night of dancing; mist dawn against which I was just to late to see the minarets of Constantinople--all the fault of the stupid stewardess who didn't wake me in time; one startling moment of color on the hills around the Dead Sea before they went colorless in merciless heat; sudden dawn like a clap of light over the freezing-cold Syrian desert. Four dawns in twenty years. No, I do not know dawns as my mother does."

-- Rose Wilder Lane, "A Place in the Country" (1925)

#little house #rose wilder lane #laura ingalls wilder #a little house sampler #i dove into the book seriously this morning #intended to read just the first couple of pieces and kept reading 'just one more' until i've got about 2/3 read #most of laura's pieces are familiar from her farm columns #though there's a couple of early versions of little house stories that show a lot of her voice did get through there #rose's are fascinating #i can't quite wrap my head around her #sometimes she'll seem neurotic and restless and judgey and sophisticated and a bit pretentious #and then she writes some of the most beautiful nostalgic pieces #showing so much love of home and family and the simple joys of life #this piece might be my favorite so far because it grapples with those two sides #after four years as a foreign correspondent she's back at home in mansfield #and she has a new appreciation for her parents and the work they do and the life they've built #now that she's had her adventures and is no longer a restless teen looking to get away from rural poverty #even in the other pieces it's fascinating how much love of her family comes through when you know about the difficult relationships #i should share some quotes from the piece about mary when i get the chance #(also i'm very upset that she didn't write down the story of why she and her parents never read the last book in the school library)#(you don't end with a sequel hook and just leave me hanging ms. lane!)#anyway i love the whole essay that this is from and there are other worthwhile quotes #but i like how this one captures the 'noticing beauty while doing farm work' side of laura that i've come to think of as her trademark

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Rose's Kiss Week Day 5: Lonely

OCs: Marcus Asalun (aka Anchesh Pabat) and Gren Orech-Pabat

Words: 1335

Content warnings: mentions of family health issues

Notes: this takes place six months after Anchesh married his last spouse, human himbo Gren.

At the other end of the sofa, Gren sighed for the tenth time in as many minutes. He was staring off at the other end of the room, chin propped up in one big hand, and more than likely didn’t even realize he sounded so despondent.

“How are you doing?” Anchesh asked.

“I’m fine. It’s just lonely without Yera.”

Probably it was best not to talk too much about Yera, because Gren would only get sadder if he started thinking about why Yera was out of town and how stressed she must be. Instead Anchesh put aside his knitting.

“I’m probably not as good at cuddling as Yera,” he said, moving to the cushion next to Gren, “but I’m here.”

Gren instantly pivoted and deflated into his lap, settling one cheek against his thigh and a hand over his knee. Today Gren’s hair was held in a bunlike fold with just an alligator clip, which Anchesh gently pulled out and set on the open cushion beside him. Then he combed his fingers back through Gren’s loose locks.

“I feel bad being lonely,” Gren murmured. “Her family needs her way more than I do, and I’m not alone here.”

“You’re her family too,” Anchesh answered in the same low tone. “And it doesn’t feel the same, not having her here.”

“Yeah.” Gren squeezed his leg a little, like he needed something to cling to.

Anchesh let Gren’s hair slip through his fingers over and over, massaging Gren’s scalp with each draw. Truth be told, he was worried about Yera too. She would be fine, unless her father got worse. He probably wouldn’t die, not yet, but the wondering and waiting felt unsettling enough for him at home—it must be awful for her. She was right to have the rest of them stay behind, except Hossan, because sooner or later they’d all be at loose ends and end up making her feel worse. But he still wished he could be there to hold her and talk to her, probably just the same as Gren.

“Maybe I don’t spend enough time with the rest of you,” Gren said suddenly. “Especially you.”

“I don’t mind how much time you spend with Yera and Hossan,” Anchesh answered.

“Yeah, but—” Gren rose from his lap, slowly enough that he didn’t pull his own hair in Anchesh’s hands. With his hair pushed behind his ears, he said, “I’m your husband too. And you don’t get tired of me like Pali does. I would leave you alone if you wanted me to but you’ve never told me to do that.”

Anchesh handed him the alligator clip. “I mean, I’m happy to spend more time with you. I just don’t want you to worry too much about it.”

Gren stared at nothing while he smoothed his hair back into a ponytail and clipped it there. Then he continued looking at some spot further down the sofa. “Anchesh...do you love me?”

It was a serious question that deserved a serious answer, but Anchesh was distracted by the plaintiveness of Gren’s voice. Had this been worrying him for the last six months?

Gren waited two seconds before adding, “Not like you love Yera or Umedes, but...”

He took Gren’s hand from his lap, and Gren looked up. “I do love you, Gren. You’re my friend. And my husband. And I’m glad I married you.”

“Really?” He didn’t seem entirely convinced.

“Really. I would have married you just for Yera and Hossan, but I like having you around too. You’re so bright, and lovely, and you always make sure we have what we need. And—”

“I think Pali does that.”

“Pali doesn’t keep everyone upbeat,” Anchesh said. “And she’s definitely not good at making sure we all rest, especially not herself. I think she’s gotten more sleep in the six months you’ve been here than she has since I married her.” Gren didn’t say anything, so he kept going. “We need someone who’s as thoughtful as you are. I need someone who is.” An almost melancholy gratitude welled up in him, and he tried to figure out how to put words to it. He wasn’t sure that Gren understood how much he made life more bearable. He wasn’t sure any of his spouses did, even though he didn’t know where he’d be without them. He loved all of them, and he needed all of them, and on some level he needed Gren, the only one who wasn’t at least a little wrapped up in politics and particularities, most of all. He put his other hand over Gren’s. “You mean a lot to me, Gren.”

“Do you think you could say that more? Not that, but like, ‘I love you’?”

When was the last time he’d told Gren he loved him? Even if he didn’t remember exactly, he had a feeling it had been days, or weeks. He’d decided without thinking about it that Gren didn’t really need to hear it, and he definitely didn’t need to hear it from him, arguably Gren’s least favorite spouse aside from Pali.

“Of course I can,” he said, rubbing his thumb over the back of Gren’s hand. “I’m sorry I haven’t said it very much.”

“It’s okay.” Gren put his other hand on top of Anchesh’s. Then he dropped his cheek against Anchesh’s shoulder.

“You know you can always tell me about your feelings,” Anchesh said.

“You don’t tell me about yours,” Gren said. “Except in bed, kinda.”

“Do you want to know about my feelings?”

“Yes!” Gren lifted his head and his face was all exasperation. “I know I don’t understand all of the things you do but I can understand how you feel!”

“Most of my feelings aren’t good.” And it would be cruel to burden someone like Gren with them.

“I still want to know,” Gren said. “I just want to be there for you, but I never know what’s going on with you.”

He’d given up on being there for Gren because it was obvious Gren didn’t need him, and he couldn’t keep track of the constantly shifting world he lived in with Yera and Hossan. “While Yera and Hossan are gone, maybe we should focus on that. Being there for each other.”

“I’d like that.” Gren’s eyes fell to their hands, and Anchesh thought he could see a blush rising in his cheeks. “I’d also like to kiss you more.”

“You can kiss me whenever you want.” He felt like he meant that the most of anything he’d said so far. Gren raised his head and went straight to softly touching his lips to Anchesh’s, his mustache tickling at Anchesh’s smooth-shaven upper lip.

On the next kiss his hand caressed the curve of Anchesh’s neck, and then he untangled his other hand from Anchesh’s and threw both arms around his neck, and when that apparently wasn’t enough he broke the kiss and fully straddled Anchesh’s thighs, hunching a little to reach his lips. Anchesh tilted his head further back in turn, feeling the pleasant tension of his horns pressing against the back of the sofa. Despite his position, Gren didn’t seem like he was trying to be seductive. He kissed Anchesh to savor him, like he was fresh water on Gren’s parched tongue, a tongue carefully exploring the contours of Anchesh’s. He was in no rush, and his skin was warm against Anchesh’s where they touched, Gren’s feet pressed against his knees, hands along the edge of his neckline, soft lips drinking him in. Anchesh let his hands run back over Gren’s thighs, his hips, to the bare, fuzzy skin at his midriff, and held on there.

When Gren pulled back at long last, his breath was edged with gasps, and so was Anchesh’s.

“I love you, Anchesh. I love you so much.”

Without a word, they pulled each other close, Anchesh wrapping his arms around Gren’s back as he leaned forward to press his cheek against Gren’s shoulder.

“I love you too, Gren.”

RKW taglist: @vacantgodling @jezifster @kk7-rbs

#spoiler alert: Yera's father does not die and is still alive when Anchesh returns from Rade years later #Yera comes back and is like “what have you two been up to hmm” and they're like “literally we just talked about our feelings”#as I was writing this I had this realization that Anchesh and Gren are givers but for two different reasons and this brings them conflict #Gren is just Like That. his whole identity is based around giving. it comes with the himbo archetype #but also he doesn't see any reason to be selfish. he is fundamentally a lover in the same way Tatya is #Anchesh on the other hand would still absolutely be a kind person if he wasn't traumatized but his giving is defined by that trauma #he gives because he doesn't want to be like his mother. doesn't want to make his internal life everyone else's problem #but he also has been taught by his mother that his only value is in what he can give and how he can support other people's needs (hers)#so he minimizes himself expertly. even when he shouldn't. because it's kinder not to be outwardly depressed - right?#because it's better not to be the burden that he knows he is - right?#I didn't intend for these scenes to trace Anchesh's descent into further depression #but like. it's kind of hard not to trace that line. it informs so much about his relationships and what he struggles with in them #anyway ren here's a feast lol #c: Marcus #c: Gren #wip: iecunem #rose brambles #rose's kiss week #rose writ

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shivunin · 5 months

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sitting here with my chin in my hands thinking about Cullen working in a rehab center and helping people tbh

Honestly, it is more than half the reason I dipped my toe into that particular trope pond at all lol. I like seeing where the puzzle pieces fit in an adjusted setting, and wanting to help people is such a huge part of his motivation as a character. It's what led him to the Order in the first place, it's what made him so easy for Meredith to manipulate, and it's why he was finally able to get out. I think it's a really overlooked part of his motivations in Inquisition, honestly. Yes, he is working toward atonement (he makes that very clear), but I think he also just sees a wrong being done and wants to do everything in his power to fix it.

It just makes sense to me that he'd want to hold out a hand for people who fell into the same kind of pain. Who better to understand than someone who's been through it?

And since you mention it.....

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“Mmm,” she said, and caught the waitress’s eye as she passed. “The blueberry mead, thanks. Yeah, I’m here for a conference. Not too close to home, but it was all-expenses-paid and who can pass up something like that, right?”

“Right,” Cullen said, leaning forward slightly, “The…archival conference, yes?”

“Special collections,” she corrected, cocking her head. “You know of it?”

“I was working security,” he said. “Moonlighting, as it were. I was in the hall during the talk on…what was it? The long-term effects of acidity in disposable testing equipment for Elvhen ruins?”

“Ha! Yeah,” she said, chuckling and leaning in. “That sort of thing always feels like a pitch for someone’s product, but that’s how funding shakes out. Has to get studied somehow, right?”

“As you say,” Cullen smiled faintly, caught despite himself by her own smile, by the brightness in her eyes. “I’m Cullen.”

“Cullen? I’m Emmaera. Ah, Doctor Emmaera Lavellan. I’m an expert in ancient magical artifacts, specifically refractory energy patterns and emergency diffusion strategies. Not thrilling to the general public, but I can assure you it’s a very sexy field of study for other experts. Like volcanologists are to other geologists.”

Cullen laughed, willing himself not to react to the way her voice sounded when she said “sexy;” he was a grown man, for Holy Andraste’s sake, he could get ahold of himself.

“Cullen Rutherford,” he said, and hesitated. “Ah—formerly of the Templar Order.”

“Oh? Thanks,” Emmaera directed the latter to the waitress, who’d slid a small glass of golden-brown liquid onto the table before her.

“Formerly, huh?” she said. “Explains the lyrium, I suppose. And now?”

Well—that was a more even-keeled response than he’d anticipated. Cullen shifted in his seat, reaching for his glass and taking a sip.

“I work at a rehab center during the day, and I occasionally teach self-defense in the evenings.”

“And you moonlight as a security guard at conferences for history nerds,” she finished, the corner of her mouth kicking up into a smile again. It was crooked, curling into a dimple at the corner, and he found himself watching it for longer than strictly necessary.

“Security coordinator,” he corrected, smiling back. “A glorified guard, perhaps.”

“Fancy,” she said, leaning back to cross her legs. He caught the flash of brown skin as she sat back in the rickety wooden chair, then settled her glass onto her knee.

Cullen was not especially given to speaking with strangers in bars, but he wanted her to keep talking. About anything—he liked the sound of her voice, the soft roll on certain syllables, the way she looked at him when he answered her. He just wished he could think of something to say to—

“Do you like it?” she asked.

“Which part?”

“Any of it.”

“I suppose,” he said, and paused. “Yes. I’ve always wanted to help people; that I can do that every day is…well. Yes, I like it. And yourself?”

“I don’t really help people,” she said, then shook her head. The motion loosed her hair again, and this time his eyes followed the trail of her fingertips when she traced it back over her ear.

“I mean—you meant to ask if I like the work, didn’t you? Yes, I suppose I do. Nobody else was going to do it right, why shouldn’t I?”

“Practical,” he said, and she raised one shoulder in a shrug before taking a sip from her glass.

“I guess. Stubborn, my mother would say. She’s not wrong; I am that.”

“Ah, that sounds familiar,” Cullen said, resting his elbow on his table and gesturing, “I’ve been told the same. Stubborn, pigheaded, obstinate…”

“Mulish, headstrong,” she went on, “Yeah. You too, huh?”

“To my family’s eternal frustration,” he agreed.

#emmaera lavellan #cullen rutherford #to be clear: i didn't write any of this to post and i still don't intend to post it in its entirety #but i am cool with sharing this much #because cullen doing his best to help people and Dr. Emma #thanks for asking c:

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thatscarletflycatcher · 6 months

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I have been trying for days to find a topic for the "paper" I need to turn in for this Philosophy of History course on Friday, and I got nothing.

I so intensely dislike this subject you cannot imagine.

#This is the main reason I didn't take it the first time around #because they told me back then it wasn't required #and I had no interest in it #unlike most other branches of philosophy #it's constituted mostly by Prussian Philosophers #writing theories about history where of course Prussia is the pinnacle of humankind #theories that have the randomness of Tumblr shitposts without any of the fun #You open JSTOR and won't be able to find more than a couple dozen papers on the subject itself #and how could you #It's a discipline that has like 2-3 possible questions tops #is history linear or cyclical or something else #Does History have a purpose (so is there a providence) or not?#And that's pretty much it #By the point you are asking the question about the subjectivity of historical narratives you are talking about hermeneutics #and therefore philosophy of language and the mind #My frustration is not helped by the fact that the professor herself has taught very little #most of the classes have been presentations by freshmen classmates whose interpretations are understandably very basic and tentative #so the fact that she's asking for this without specific guidances is adding insult to injury #but wait there's more!#she intends the papers to be read collectively and peer discussed and evaluated #grrrr #Anyways if you need me I'll be on the pit of despair

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leslutdepointedulac · 5 months

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So me and my family spent the morning at a rescue looking at dogs and there's two that we're looking at inparticular and I shit you not one is giving pure Louis vibes while the other reminds me so much of Lestat it's literally Louis and Lestat but if they were dogs. The only thing is, we're only getting one but we love them both so making a decision is going to be so hard

#i'll update when we get one of them #though that won't be for a couple of weeks yet #providing we can get either of them anyway #it was weird though cause i had a dream about our last dog before i woke up this morning #and i think it's the first time i've dreamt about him since he died at the beginning of the year #and it felt like he was saying goodbye even though i said goodbye when he died #i just think it's funny that happened on the day we go to look for a new dog #and then when we were at the rescue i kept seeing a robin which i like to think was our old dog #anyway. despite how much i still deeply miss our old dog i'm really excited to get another #also we took the two dogs we're looking at on walks #and while we we're walking the second dog there was a huge group of bikers that went passed all dressed as santa #so that was cool #i didn't intend to write a whole damn essay but here we are #my vampire chronicles

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the-yearning-astronaut · 9 months

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you can do fun little meta exercises about your blorbos and their vibes by pulling inspiration from other random bits of media just for the hell of it with absolutely no intent to do anything with what you come up with it's just a game but Watch Out....

#blorbo from my shows #character meta #the murderbot diaries #(tagging it because this is specifically a post about pondering art and mb and having it morph into something much bigger over the course o #like 2 hrs lmao)#send help #i was just messing around like hey new fandom friend here's something silly my brain did!#hehe murderbot and art but as a high school drop out 'punk' and the a+ valedictorian with a big future (think breakfast club ok)#and then it went to oh oh how/why do they meet? wait i hate high school aus what about college? ok and how does MB meet mensah #what's their story? and uhhhhh now i've got an increasingly elaborate au being plotted out and #i absolutely didn't intend for ANY of it to happen and i don't even like college aus much either ok?#but i WAS able to make it NOT a human au thank fuck lmao. my brain just doesn't jive with human art and mb ok??#anyway at the very least there will probably be art for this au but...we'll see if i actually sit down to write it out #fox thoughts

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Maddie in Pink - Mini meta!!

I’m going to link to my costume meta for 5x15 because I wrote a whole thing on the use of pink in that episode and it actually helps with what we’re seeing with Maddie being in a very sugary bright pink.

Back in 5x15 we had our influencer in a fairly similar shade of pink which I explained connected to enthusiasm optimism and energy but also reflected the ‘dream life’ she was living . We also had May in a fluffy knit sweater in a similar shade - in a scene about familial and unconditional love. These are all the things that we are seeing from Maddie in that scene (the little of it we got to see)- she's bright and bubbly and in a better place than she has been in a long while, before the moment is shattered when she realises that Chimney isn’t there much like we saw in the influencer story when the bubble is burst.

The other fun thing about pink is its youthfulness - which again reflects on Maddie in this moment - we have someone who has had plenty of struggles in her life and who had to grow up far too soon - who wasn’t allowed to be a kid - and we see he here enjoying be a mom - feeling young and alive - getting to let those parts of her that she was forced to let go of out and have freedom through her own child!

The difference is in the type of clothes they’re wearing - the influencer - who is faking everything - is ‘overly’ dressed, it’s heavier fabrics which a sheen and a much more formal and fitted style - very much style over substance etc. While here in the trailer (and also May from 5x15) we have Maddie in a tracksuit - the epitome of dressed down and comfortable - relaxed and at home in her surroundings.

I also want to touch on this outfit

because we have an interesting little thing going on here - Maddie is back in her blazers. Maddie was big on the blazers in S2 and 3 an then they all but disappeared during S4 and s5. Thats super interesting to me because S2&3 is when we see Maddie and Madney figuring things out - tentatively starting something, going through trauma and then ending up in a good place and pregnant with Jee-Yun. and from what we know so far - it looks very likely that we’re going to be getting something along the same lines for them this season - slowly growing back together, probably going through some trauma (Chimneys this time) and then ending up back togeether and in a really good place. Its also very telling that that heart necklace is still present carrying on those heart metaphors that were everywhere in S5 and I’m very 👀👀 over the pale blue zip front hoodie - a sign of comfort, but like I wrote in a post about Buck and Eddie and the couch of it all - pale blue is about trust, reliability, loyalty and responsibility!

@mistmarauder @maddiechimneyandjee-yun here you go as promised!!!!

#also I cannot be the only one looking very interestedly at the fact Maddie is wearing a ring on her wedding ring finger!!!#there is either a story behind it or its some serious foreshaddowing going on!!!#sorry this is a bit less coherant than I'd intended but i've been distracted by Eddie looking all adorable and gay 😂😂#I didn't realise how much I missed writing these!!#its good to be back in costume land again!#kym costume meta #maddie costume meta #911 costume meta #911 colour theory #911 costume theory #911 promo #911 spoilers #911 on fox #pink!

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bagelthatwrites · 1 year

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Somewhere Sunrise (Begins Another Day)

Chapter 1: Unfortunate Mishaps

Summary: Reagan Ridley tries to be prepared for situations, but the job always manages to surprise her.

Especially when she's thrust into another universe, and stuck figuring out how to get back.

Fandoms: Undertale (2015), Inside Job (2021 Cartoon)

Notes: (thank you to my good friends @pastelkonpeito and @maddestmewmew for beta reading this chapter!! also another thank you to hen again for helping me improve the pacing !) Also this takes place briefly after part 2 of the show, and after the true pacifist ending of Undertale.

WARNINGS: blood mention, possibly death, also swearing

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If you knew anything about Cognito’s head robotics scientist, it’s that she’s been on this job for over a decade.

The job came with many problems and risks, be it near death experiences, dealing with cover-ups and disappearing accidental witnesses, or nearly losing an appendage or two.

But out of everything Reagan Ridley’s done and been through, she didn’t think she would spend her last moments like this.

The machine had taken months to finish, endless all-nighters spent programming, and connecting wires, and checking and rechecking the blueprints to make it perfect.

The companion watch took just a few weeks to properly sync to the shiny, new transporter…

And it malfunctioned. And it took her with it.

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It was a decently quiet night in the building, and the cool wind from outside somehow seeped its way through from the windows to the quite sizable space of Ridley Labs, though it never affected Reagan, as she was used to the drafty windows. Never got the damn things fixed.

Her best friend and co-team leader Brett Hand shivered, though, used to the rest of the building being room temperature.

As Reagan installed the last few panels onto the transporter core, Brett took a minute to look around the lab again.

It was in its usual state, messy but somehow organized enough. Fitting for her, isn’t it?

“Alright, we’re almost ready.” She lifted the welding mask and switched off the propane torch, turning to him. “Brett, do you have the watch?” “Oh- yeah.” He handed her the device. “So… what does this do again?” “Were you even listening the first time?” She muttered, and waved her hand dismissively. “Well, the old teleporter was broken and out of date, so I took the liberty of building a new one. This one syncs to a watch- the one I’m holding here- to take the wearer to and from their destination. The machine serves to make sure that the watch works as intended, and to actually choose your destination.” She patted the machine, and put the wristwatch on, adjusting it.

“You’re here in case something happens to me.” She pointed to Brett, and walked back over, putting her hands on his shoulders. “...If I’m gonna be honest, you’re the only person in this place that I’d trust if anything happened to me.”

“Awww… Reags!” He smiled bright, pulling her into a tight hug. “Me too.”

“Put me down, you goober, or we won’t be able to start the experiment!” She laughed out and smacked at his arm.

He placed her back down and she turned to activate the machine and the watch. “Alright. I’ll start with a decent location… somewhere just outside of DC.” She pressed a few buttons on the machine.

“But… what if you can’t get back? You might have to walk for a while…” Brett commented. He widened his eyes. “OR! I could come and pick you up!” She snapped her fingers. “Exactly.” She presses a button on the watch.

“Alright.”

The transporter vrrrr’d to life, and its sounds echoed across the lab in a pleasant symphony of machinery.

“It’s working!!” Reagan couldn’t hide her excitement, her eyes lighting up as a smirk appeared on her face. “Brett, it’s working!”

Brett squealed in corresponding exhilaration as the watch lit up in unison.

The excitement of the pair was short-lived, as the wristwatch elicited short shocks.

“Shit.” Reagan struggled to get the watch off, as she felt the teleportation tech do its magic. “I can’t- shit, fuck, it’s stuck! I can’t get it-”

And she disappeared in a flash.

Brett’s phone buzzed, and the call was from…

…Reagan. He sighed in relief and clicked to accept the call, only to see a screen of white.

“Reagan????”

Reagan comes on screen, hair whipping in the wind (wind????????).

"Brett! Are y-ou getting this tr-ansmi-ssion!?" The audio and video were cutting out, but Brett nodded.

"List-en to me! I d-on't know wh-er-e I am, but no m-atter WHAT, you have -to keep the m-achine running! I seem to- to h-ave gone to a- different area than intended-”

She pushed her hair out of her face and looked around, squinting in the foggy winter wonderland- if she remembered correctly… it was supposed to be… September.

Oh god.

“I-I.. I-’m th-ink in a di-ffere-nt uni-v-erse! And it's hailing b-" A piece of hail flew down and nailed the scientist right in the temple, causing her to fall over into the snow.

"Reagan? REAGAN!?" Brett brought the screen closer.

"Aw- SH-IT, I... there's sn-ow getting into the wa-tch a-nd I-" Reagan's eyes drooped slightly, and they both noticed blood dripping down her face from the deep cut, now very prominent on the side of her head.

“Shit- Th-this is go-ing a lot w-or-se th-an I th-oug-ht it wo-uld! If I c-an get th-e wat-ch to-”

…She couldn’t…

Reagan felt herself getting weaker. There was blood dripping down into the snow now.

The situation was getting worse. The situation was unsolvable.

"...Brett... if I don't su-rvive this... I j- just want you to know that I'm sorry... for ev-eryth-ing. You w-ere a... a good fr-iend." Reagan felt herself getting more lightheaded, and the watch glitched and crackled as the weather worsened the condition.

"Reagan, why are you apologizing..? Hey- no- listen, you'll come back, you'll be okay, I promise- REAGAN?" Brett teared up and clasped his hands worriedly. The transmission was almost lost.

"...G-oodbye, Br-ett." The screen cut out as white overtook the transmission video, and the small screen finally displayed "SIGNAL LOST".

"Reagan? REAGAN!" Brett called out, but no one answered.

He felt his stomach twist.

…She…

…

He failed to keep himself stable on the edge of the desk, starting to slide down and sit on the floor.

His heart caught in his throat as he choked up, tears falling, the lab now dreadfully silent.

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“Oh goodness…. Frisk! Get the first aid kit!”

#the bagel writes #somewhere sunrise begins another day (the dream fic)#my writing #writing #fanfic #inside job #inside job netflix #reagan ridley #brett hand #only tagging reagan and brett rn since they make up much of the chapter #OKAY. *CLAPS HANDS* I'VE GOT A LOT TO SAY AB THIS #so this idea came to me in a dream (two?)- literally #the original context was that undertale had a netflix show??? and i thought that was funny #i had the 2 dreams around... late november/early december #and i've been thinking about them SINCE #this is gonna be multi chapter but i still have to plan out the rest of it since i dont have much planned out rn #but reagan's eventually gonna interact with the ut characters just because #i didn't tag this ut but the next chapters will since they'll actually have the ut characters in it #also this isn't necessarily shippy but idc if you tag this as brett x reagan #i'm intending on leaving it ambiguous though #OKAY THAT'S ALL. BE UPON YEE!!!!!!!!!!

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