#i will take dates with walnuts though

[mbti-enemies]

Date: So, what do you do?

INTP, holding up the menu: You just choose a meal from this book of food.

Date: What?

INTP: Have you never done this before???

#intp #date #dates w walnuts #good combo #infj isnt a fan of dates #mbti #its very sunny right now #would be cool if on each post ppl tagged the wether or the way the sky looked #@intj i think yk this but for every entry in my old diary theres a pic of the way the sky looked #i will take dates with walnuts though #and yeah it would be cool

[ofstarsandvibranium]

since you’re taking requests can you do a roy x tartt!reader, like jamie is readers younger brother and is super protective even though he’s the younger one? maybe roy didn’t realize that reader was jamie’s sister since they’re so different, idk your writing is immaculate so i’m sure anything to come up with will be great <3

(thank you so much! hope you like this!)

"So...are you nervous?" you ask Roy as you and he walk up to Ola's, the place where you'll be having dinner as well as the place where Roy will be meeting your brother.

Roy scoffs, "Fuck no. But you seem to be," he says, smirking at you.

"Maybe a little," Roy cocks a brow at you and you switch it up, "Okay, yes, a lot. Can you blame me? I haven't introduced a boyfriend to my brother is ages! And he may be younger than me, but he's incredibly protective of me. So don't let him get to you if he becomes too much."

Roy scoffs again, "I think I'll be fine." He opens the door to Ola's, gesturing you to go first. When you do, you immediately rush over into the arms of a man. When Roy follows you, he stops. He knows that head of blonde walnut mist hair. The man pulls away and, "Oh fuck off!" Roy yells at none other than Jamie Tartt.

You immediately turn to your boyfriend, "Roy!"

Jamie's brows furrow and then his eyes widen, "Wait, no. You-He-You're dating grandad?!"

"Your brother's this twat?!"

"You guys know each other?!" you look at the men with an equal amount of disbelief.

Jamie shakes his head, "Hold on. How did you not know that we know each other?" he asks you in confusion.

"Roy said he coached football. He didn't tell me it was for Richmond!"

Jamie then turns to Roy, "And how did you not know that she's me sister?!"

"You don't look alike and you don't share the same last name!"

"Well, we're adopted sib-"

"And she always referred to you as Jam Jam!"

You get in-between the two men, "Alright, let's just calm down. Let's sit and order a round of drinks because we clearly need it."

Roy and Jamie nod, glaring at each other as they join you at the table.

After ordering some appetizers and sipping on your drinks, you clear your throat, "Alright. So there clearly needs to be some clarification here."

You gesture to yourself, "To explain myself, yes, Jamie, I only referred to you as Jam Jam when talking to Roy because I don't like name dropping you in case people want to get close to me just because we're family. And Roy never really disclosed specifics about his job. Also, you know I never really cared much about football because of him. Mummy would only just update me about if your team won or lost."

Jamie is leaning back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest and pouting like a child, "It's just fuckin' weird. You're dating grandad! He's me coach and trainer!"

"I didn't know that, Jamie," you emphasize, "Besides, I really like him," you reach over and rest your hand on Roy's, "Can't you be happy for me?"

"Fine," he mumbles and then sits up, "You're me sister and I love you, so I'll approve of," he waves his hand over you and Roy, "this."

"She wasn't asking for your permission, you twat," Roy rasps out.

"Whatever," Jamie shrugs, "But if you hurt her, I'll-"

"You'll what?" Roys asks, egging Jamie on, "She's her own person. A grown ass woman. She can handle herself. Besides," he laces his fingers through yours, "I don't plan on hurting her any time soon. I feel lucky to be the man she chose to date."

You look between your brother and boyfriend, giving a satisfied nod, "Great. Glad we've got that sorted out!"

#roy kent x reader #roy kent imagine

[1d1195]

Time Extra I

Read Time here

This was one of the first stories I wrote when I came back from my hiatus a couple years ago. I thought about it every day for years when I was really not feeling my best and finally put it on paper. There are, what I think, some pretty intense trigger warnings on the other parts of the series--it's pretty different than my other happy fluffy writing. This is not going to be too sad though--there is a vague mention of the previous parts so read with caution but it won't be anything vivid. It's fluffy stuff based on this ask.

~2.6k words

I hope you like it :)

Everything was completely perfect. After so many years of feeling distraught and lost, Harry thought it was a miracle—no, that she was a miracle—that he could feel so happy, so complete.

Which was why it was terrifying to imagine that he could ruin it all.

Over the two years since they reunited, they didn’t talk much about the actual day once they moved past it. She would hear from her ex-fiancé’s family now and again. She would run into them at the store or something. Most were pretty kind to her overall, but she could feel the contempt in their voices. It didn’t bother her completely—it was just frustrating that she knew they would neverunderstand.

Harry still went to his regularly scheduled therapy appointment. She did as well. They both worked, they both lived together, everything was easy. They danced in the kitchen and watched Niall play his guitar at open mic nights.

Everything was completely perfect. After so many years of feeling distraught and lost, Harry thought it was a miracle—no, that she was a miracle—that he could feel so happy, so complete.

Which was why it was terrifying to imagine that he could ruin it all.

There was a plan. A big to do. He was going to have her family, his family, their friends all in the same place. He was going to tell her how much he loved her and that he never wanted to be away from her ever. The way time had separated them only to bring them back together had to mean something.

Harry was terrified.

Maybe it was just some sort of savior’s complex. She always said he saved her that day. He didn’t see how it was possible. There was no saving he did. He did the drowning, he ruined her day, he made her pass out, he made her scared and feel sick to her stomach.

Sometimes, when Harry was having a bad day, he would think about what her life would be like if he hadn’t called her. He imagined it would be very much the same as it was with him, but she would maybe have a baby to take care of by then. She would make dinner for her husband. There would be a pile of laundry to fold on the sofa and a new episode of her show playing on the TV. It would be normal.

But it was normal in their lives as well.

There were days they argued—nothing major, but the world didn’t end the way Harry thought it would. She slept soundly beside him and reached blindly for him if they separated at night. Her baking skills never ceased to amaze him. On days that he didn’t even realize he was struggling a little more than others, he arrived home to his favorite chocolate chip cookies (the ones that she put walnuts in because she knew Harry loved them) or those fudgy brownies that he could only eat one or he would get a stomachache. But they made him feel whole. Cared for.

She was there.

So of course, when he asked her to marry him it had to be perfect. It had to be special. It needed to be the most perfect moment of her life. The people who loved and adored her needed to be there and see how much Harry adored her. Very few people knew what happened that day. Most only knew that she found Harry again. They fell in love again—or as she liked to point out—they remembered they were in love.

Harry had stayed home unbeknownst to her. The final details of the plan needed to be taken care of and he was nothing if not thorough. As far as she knew, they were having a date night when she got home from work. Nothing out of the ordinary. Nothing that would set off some kind of alarm or spoil the surprise.

Harry was reading the speech he had on his phone—it had been memorized for over a year. He just needed to get the details in order. When she moved in, it felt so right. Part of him wished he had asked her right then.

You wanted red roses or pink ones? Niall texted.

Both.

Aren’t you a regular Casanova.

Proposing in front of everyone they knew seemed a little crazy now. Harry had left the restaurant after seeing the set-up, the little private table that would keep them out of sight of those waiting for her response. Now it was waiting. Waiting for her to get home, they would get ready, they would drive to the restaurant as boyfriend and girlfriend and hopefully return as an engaged couple.

Harry felt dizzy. If he messed up and it was less than perfect, less than what she deserved, he would lose his mind. She was his angel. Every single day. Each day he saw her and spoke to her. There was nothing, no one, more important than her. For a few moments he sat on the couch, his head tilted toward the ceiling, and he took those deep breaths that his therapist instructed him to take when he was feeling overwhelmed.

He thought about the first time he did them and she looked at him curiously when he turned his attention back to the show they were watching. “Are you alright?” She asked.

He felt embarrassed. “When m’feeling overwhelmed, m’therapist told me how t’breathe—”

She blinked. “Oh,” she interrupted. “Are you feeling overwhelmed about something I can help with?” She asked.

Of course she asked. The kindness that emanated from her was overwhelming in itself. “No, sometimes m’jus’ a little...” he shrugged.

She nodded understandingly. “I get that way too. Can you teach me?” She asked.

“Kitten,” he chuckled with a shake of his head. “M’sure y’know how t’do the deep breathing exercises.”

“Every doctor is different,” she shrugged. “Tell me,” she encouraged.

He knew she was trying to help bond with him over something she didn’t need to. Another way she could help take care of his addled brain. It was so sweet. He talked her through the steps, feeling awkward that he was explaining how to breathe to a professional that did this with her own patients every day.

“It’s supposed t’feel like a balloon is being inflated in your ribs,” he explained the metaphor his own doctor used with him.

“Oh, I like that,” she mumbled adding it to the back of her mind as she followed his instructions. “I’m sorry you’re feeling overwhelmed, baby,” she cooed softly, stroking his hair behind his ear. “Do you want tea or something?”

Harry smiled at the memory, eyes closed, face toward the ceiling. He heard the door open and in walked the angel. Her phone pressed to her ear, while she tilted her head to the side. Once she set her bag down, held the phone in her hand, she shook her head.

But when she made eye contact, she smiled at Harry, mouthing hi, and blowing a kiss with her free hand. Harry thought his heart would explode. “Mom, I just got home, and I’ve had a really long day,” she explained. “Can I call you tomorrow?” She asked. “Great. Love you too, bye.”

She put her phone on the counter and sighed deeply. “Every time I leave this apartment, I’m reminded why I never want to leave,” she grumbled.

Harry chuckled. “Everything okay with your mum?”

She nodded. “Fine, just going on and on about nonsense,” she rolled her eyes. “She’s meeting my sister for dinner and my sister did not offer to drive. It makes me immensely angry.”

“I see,” he frowned. “Where are they going?” He asked, wondering how much of the surprise her mum may have let slip.

“She didn’t say. I don’t care. It’s not like I can go drive her and pick her up myself,” she rubbed her forehead. “I’m sorry. I had a tough day with some tough patients and I’m letting it dip into our date night,” the frustration on her face disappeared at the word date and a smile replaced it. “I’m looking forward to dinner and especially dessert. They have lava cake,” she said knowingly.

Harry already knew that of course. He was sure to tell the hostess that she would want one. “I know, kitten,” he smiled. It pained him to say the next sentence, but he had to. It wasn’t fair to her frustrated. “Y’know... if you’re not feeling well, we could stay in and—”

“Absolutely not,” she shook her head fiercely. “I just need to change and touch up my makeup. I need a nice date night,” she leaned over the couch, kissed him squarely on the mouth and then headed toward the bedroom.

Harry smirked, feeling at ease for a moment and listening to the sound of her hum as she fixed herself up for the night. His heart started pounding as the minutes ticked by. In less than three hours he would have a fiancée.

Or so he hoped.

The thought of her saying no hadn’t really occurred to him. They lived together, they loved each other, it seemed like a natural step in the relationship.

Right?

Suddenly the thoughts of inadequacy rushed through him and stuck to every crevice of his brain. Every thought was plagued with the notion of shortcomings. He wasn’t good enough for her. There were all the thoughts of her being trapped with him for nothing but ruining her original wedding day.

Maybe she didn’t even want to be married again. Maybe reliving the memory of the first time she tried getting married was something she never wanted to experience again. The idea that he would bring it up and make her sad made him nauseous.

“What time is our reservation?” She called.

“Six,” he cleared his throat trying to push the emotion out of his voice and mind, but it was next to impossible.

They would leave in twenty minutes.

She would say yes. Save him embarrassment. Wait to talk with him in private. They wouldn’t get married. She would move out. There wouldn't be a them anymore. Harry would—

“Do you think they’ll have bread?” Her voice was closer, Harry could hear her heels on the floor of the apartment echoing closer to him. “Or should I have a snack?” Her fingers were fiddling with the earring on her left ear then she opened the fridge to look inside, scanning the contents of leftovers, and cheese bites that she kept for emergencies such as the current one. “Are you hungry at all?” Harry’s stomach hurt so much but it wasn’t from hunger. She didn’t look at him to ask the question, focusing on the snacks too much to notice that he had left the couch. “I’m honestly starving—”

“Will you marry me?”

The room seemed to freeze. The moment of time suspended for who knew how long. Slowly, she half-closed the fridge door to get a visual of her boyfriend in front of her. Her dress was unzipped—she intended for Harry to zip her up once she found a suitable snack. Only one earring was in her ear. The bobby pin she had pinched between her teeth muffled her voice just a bit.

Harry was on the floor. Knelt all but two feet away from her, a little velvet box held out to her in his shaky hands, making the sparkling diamond twinkle in the kitchen light. The bobby pin fell from her lips and sounded like a bookshelf had fallen on the floor in contrast to the quietness of the moment.

“Harry,” she whispered.

“I’m sorry,” he croaked, closing his eyes tightly to try and will the tears away. “I have this huge thing planned. All our friends and family are going t’be at the restaurant. It was supposed t’be a surprise because y’deserve everyone y’know and love t’be there but m’realizing y’might say no. Y’might—”

“Harry,” she repeated, her voice so gentle, but there was the sound of disapproval evident in just the tone of her voice.

“—not want t’get married. Not after last time. Maybe not t’me. M’sorry. I wanted it t’be perfect,” he whispered. “I had a whole speech planned ‘bout how much I love and adore you. How you’re m’favorite person on this earth and how I feel so completely safe and cared for and I want t’do that for you for the rest of our lives,” he paraphrased the monologue that he had memorized ages ago but suddenly couldn’t remember a word of it. “But you’ve had a long day and m’not going t’make it any easier asking in front of all of them if y’want t’say no. So, I have t’do it now. Will you marry me?” He repeated.

Her lips were parted just slightly. Her eyes shiny and beautiful. God, she never looked so beautiful. “Harry,” her voice was soft.

“If s’a no,” his voice cracked. “M’gonna say you’re sick. That I can’t in good conscience let y’go out when y’don’t feel well.”

“Harry Styles,” she whispered, a shake of her head. “Yes, isn’t an adequate enough word for what I want to say to you,” she promised.

His head snapped up again, he hadn’t realized he wasn’t looking at her while he rambled, terrified to see the rejection on her face. But that wasn’t rejection. Yes, he realized, wasn’t a word that meant rejection.

“You said yes,” he murmured.

“Did you honestly think I would say no?”

It was silent again. Like time suspended once more, he tried to remember if time was necessary to breathe. If there was something he was supposed to do or say. It took him that moment to realize he was memorizing every detail. Every skin cell on her pretty face, the way the air smelled, how the chill from the fridge was giving him goosebumps.

Without noticing it happened, he was standing. Harry’s face was in her neck, his arms around her waist and his nose inhaling her sweet scent. His eyes watered and he swallowed hard as he shook his head against her skin. “I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you, Harry,” she giggled, teary as well. Her arms around him just as tightly and she kissed the side of his head buried in her neck.

He wasn’t sure how long he stayed in her embrace, but she didn’t rush him. Eventually he pulled away from her. He grabbed the ring out of its cushion, dropping the little box to the floor beside her bobby pin, and slipped it on her fourth finger. She looked at it briefly. She had seen a diamond on that finger before but looking at this one now, the other one looked terrible in comparison. It wasn’t right.

This was right.

“I have t’take it back,” he whispered.

She smiled and nodded. “I know.”

“I’m sorry. I’ll never do it again.”

“Can’t believe you thought I would say no,” she giggled.

He rolled his eyes. “You are so perfect, kitten. M’so in love with you. If something isn’t perfect for you...” he shook his head. “You deserve perfect.”

“I hope you know,” she wiggled her ring finger in front of his eyes. “That means you,” she promised.

This relieved, happy expression crossed his face and he felt so overwhelmed with happiness that he thought he would cry. “How much time do we have before we need t'leave?” He murmured to himself looking at the stove clock.

“Forever,” she shook her head with a smile. Cupped his face and leaned in for his sweet, pink lips. “We have all the time in the world.”

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[bedbellyandbeyond]

Check In On Your Friends

(Story Post)

“Hej mine kære venner! Jeg kommer med gaver!”

Theo was lounging in bed when he heard the elf raucously burst into his apartment. He was tired, hungry, irritated, and now bigger than he could’ve imagined. The last thing he needed was noise, but he was a bit surprised to hear Korsy was back from his trip.

“What?” Theo groaned, turning over to try and sit up. His stomach stuck out like a torpedo now and sat between his legs, webbed with stretch marks and red from minor rashes.

Henderson let the elf into the room and Korsy beamed, carrying a shopping bag with him. “I said ‘Hello, my dear friends! I come bearing gifts!’”

“Ah…” Theo yawned and waved Henderson over. “Do I have any snacks left?”

Henderson was already prepared and brought him a plate of crackers and fruit. “I just got some groceries today.”

Theo received the plate delightedly while Henderson sat down beside him. “Merci… Ugh, what would I do without you…”

“Shit, dude. Can you even get up with that much baby?” Korsy commented, unable to fathom his friend’s shape.

“Not really…” Theo shrugged. “I’m officially on bed rest.”

“No kidding.” Korsy put his hands on his hips in bewilderment. “Shouldn’t you be on, like, hospital bed rest?”

Theo sighed. “That’s what the doctor’s office said, but now both my usual doctors are away for whatever reason, and there’s just this one doctor there now, who I’ve heard is a whack job, so I would rather stay home. Non, merci.”

“Ah, Dr Gardi’s not bad. But I see your point.” Korsy lifted his bag. “Anyway, souvenirs for you.”

“No way it’s been two months…” Theo said, checking his side table alarm clock for the date.

“No, we had to come back a little early, but I’m leaving again tomorrow morning,” Korsy said as he started rummaging through his bag. “Anyway, I can’t give you all the details, but I did go ‘home’ and I ‘borrowed’ a few things. Catch.”

Henderson jumped a little when a metal object was tossed to him. He caught it and realised it was a gold bracelet of some kind. “What’s this?”

“Sun elf bangle. Drow probably stole it. So, eh. Yours now.”

Henderson was shocked at first as the moment he slipped the bangle on, it adjusted to the size of his wrist. Worried it might be stuck, he pulled at it, but lit up seeing it resize again and slip off easily. “…Whoa. That’s incredible. Theo, look! It fits me so well!”

“It does,” Theo complimented. “It suits you.”

Henderson beamed. “Thanks, Korsy.”

“Don’t mention it. My uncle’s wife doesn’t need it anyway.” Korsy pulled something else from his bag, but this time handed it nicely to Theo. “For you.”

Korsy had handed him a little figure of an elven soldier carved in walnut with silver details. It carried a bow and looked noble. “That’s sweet, Korsy! Wow,” Theo said, admiring the figure. “Thanks.”

“Also, here.” Korsy handed them each something bundled in paper. “My aunt made these traditional elven buns.”

Theo put the figure down quickly so he could take the buns. “Oh, I can smell it already! I love fresh bread.”

“So, she’s you ‘aunt’ now?” Henderson questioned. “After calling her your uncle’s wife…”

“Different women, same uncle.” Korsy shrugged. “Divorce is weird… Karla’s still my aunt though, even if not by marriage.”

“So, why’d you have to come home early?” Theo asked before biting into his bun.

“That’s classified…” Korsy leaned against the bedroom door and sighed. “You guys should really consider some APID jobs. It’d be so much easier to talk to you about this kind of stuff if you have clearance.”

“Working on it,” Henderson said, and Theo nodded but he couldn’t speak through mouthfuls of bread. “Since you’re back briefly, have you checked in on your little…situationship?”

“It’s not a situationship. We’re just friends,” Korsy said. “And no, I don’t think I should bother him right now. I don’t have a lot of time anyway.”

“You made time for us,” Theo pointed out. “I thought you cared about this guy.”

“I don’t! I mean, I do, like friends,” Korsy tried to answer. “It’s just too complicated. He knows I’m away for two months, so he won’t be missing anything.”

Theo and Henderson both exchanged looks and frowned.

“You have feelings for him,” Henderson said.

Theo nodded along. “You like him.”

Korsy shook his head quickly. “Don’t make this something it’s not. I don’t like him like that. And I know he doesn’t see me that way.”

“Mmhm.” Henderson gave his gift bun to Theo and got up. “Korsy, are you looking for a romantic relationship?”

“No, I don’t do relationships,” Korsy said confidently.

“Why not? Are you aromantic?” Henderson asked.

“Ooh!” Theo got excited. “I’ve never known anyone aromantic before.”

“Guys, I’m not aromantic!” Korsy said. “I just don’t have time for that right now. My job is too important, and it doesn’t have room for settling down and having kids.”

“Aw, you want kids?” Theo cooed.

“That’s not what I’m saying!”

“You’re the one who brought it up,” Henderson pointed out.

“Wait, is this the same guy you had a pregnancy scare with?” Theo asked. “Oh, so that whole thing has you worried about your future and fatherhood and stuff. Je comprends.”

“You don’t comprends shit,” Korsy said.

Theo furrowed his brow and motioned to his heavily pregnant belly. “Je comprends.”

Henderson chuckled and wrapped his arms around Theo’s torso to rub his belly. He continued with Korsy’s dilemma. “Anyway, you say your job doesn’t have room for that, but I feel like you’re giving it too much credit. Does APID not provide time regular time off?”

Korsy sighed. “It does, but—”

“Does it not provide vacation time?” Henderson continued.

“Yes. Obviously.”

“Do you use your vacation time?”

“Um…” Korsy shrugged. “Here and there.”

Theo jumped in. “Does APID provide paternity leave and partner benefits?”

“Yes. It’s the government,” Korsy said. He motioned to them. “We have the same benefits. But I’m away all the time for months, and I am often putting myself in harms way. I don’t need to subject a partner to that.”

“You know there are people who are comfortable with that, right?” Henderson reminded. “You know, military spouses and such.”

“That’s their choice, but it’s not what I would want for a partner,” Korsy said. “I’m not ready to put that on someone.”

“But it sounds like you do want that at some point,” Theo said. “If not now.”

“It’s not something I can want, okay?” Korsy was starting to get worked up. “Can we move on from this? Please, I just wanted to drop off gifts and hang out a little bit.”

Theo sighed. “Okay. Do you want to play some games or something? I just got Baldur’s Gate 3.”

Korsy frowned. “The D&D video game?”

“Yeah. You wanna make a character or something?”

Korsy rolled his eyes. “And be what, a drow elf rogue?”

Henderson shrugged. “You don’t have to be.”

Korsy opened his arms. “You know how I feel about D&D.”

“Ah, right, sorry…” Theo tilted his head. “So… You wanna play Tears of the Kingdom or Mortal Kombat or someth—”

Korsy crossed his arms. “No, let’s play Baldur’s Gate I guess.”

Theo grinned. “Really? You won't be offended?”

Korsy shrugged and found himself a seat on the edge of the bed. “Well, I have to try it out to see how bad the representation is, don't I? And, is that a PS5? I haven't tried one yet.”

“Oh, you definitely have to try it,” Henderson encouraged.

“Yeah, here.” Theo tapped his side table. “My controllers are in the drawer.”

Korsy retrieved a controller. “Alright, nice. So, are drow good or bad?”

“Eh, it depends.”

“Hm. Alright, so how do I make a drow rogue?”

“We said you don't have to be a drow rogue...”

“I want to.”

“D’accord, d’accord…”

[Disclaimer: This author does not know Danish. If you do and this is bad, lemme know! I'd love to fix it. I do know French, but if somehow that's fucked too, lemme know.]

#lore #Korsy #Theo #Henderson #mpreg #tmpreg #mpreg belly

[cosmictap]

The Ghosts playing CO-OP Stardew Valley

A 100% canon list (says me and me alone)

Logan’s in the mines the day it opens and never leaves again (only to sleep), argues with the others about going to the festivals because that means a days gone by where he’s not in the mines (I haven’t tried to avoid the festivals but if it’s one that can’t be avoided he will only go to them on accident, because he forgot it was a festival day and tried to go to pierre’s or smth), hates fishing, doesn’t have the patience for it and gets too frustrated when it goes wrong. Often forgets to talk to people, but when he does, it’s mostly only with Abigail, who he romances on literally every save he has

Hesh is almost the complete opposite to Logan, *loves* the festivals, will happily go into the mines but does a lot of early game fishing for their money income + for the community centre, has watered half the plants before Logan actually comes out of his house. Romances Alex, likes the character arc he goes through w/ the male farmer

Ajax loves taking it slow, just a casual farming sim. This is until the skull caverns get unlocked, he *thrives* in them, doesn’t care much for fishing, will leave that to Hesh, rarely ever even goes to the beach unless he needs to to talk to someone (Elliot, Willy, Haley and Alex in the summer). I feel like he’d romance either Haley or Alex, Haley if playing with Hesh, and whoever he gets the hearts with sooner in his single player saves

Keegan takes it slowly the entire play through, his logic is that he’s so stressed in real life, his pixelated character deserves some rest, even if he can’t get it. Loves fishing, but he’s fucking *awful* at it, has never caught a single fish in SDV ever. Romances Sebastian because he’s emo… /j

Kick had a certain chaotic energy about him I feel would make early game a struggle to get through, but the second ginger island is unlocked he spends whole days there, and once the island farm is fixed, he sleeps there too, thrives off hunting for golden walnuts, will yell at someone if they try to cheat their way through it (either by looking up where they are or by using that parrot thing), rarely actually buys anything unless asked to. Dates multiple people, never marries though.

Merrick doesn’t play too often, he’s a busy man after all, but when they can find a clear day in his schedule? He loves the social aspect, will happily hunt around looking for every npc everyday, refuses to get the NPC map locations mod despite everyone telling him it make his days easier trying to find everyone. The change of seasons throws him off because peoples schedules change and he has to figure it out again.

I wrote this at 5:20 so please excuse any potential strange phrasing…

#crack headcanons #stardew valley #cod ghosts #keegan russ #kick (cod) #thomas a merrick #alex ajax johnson #logan walker #david hesh walker #call of duty ghosts #call of duty #call of duty headcanons #headcanon #when the hyperfixation gets so bad you gotta start making your own content #this may go nowhere #but that’s fine #my hcs

[bigolbadblog]

🥞pancake breakfast🥞

a soft, sweet f/f feedist drabble. this one cuts off before it gets too steamy, just bc i'm tired and i wanted to post something on Pancake Day, but i'm hoping to come back to this concept and these characters in the future. hope you enjoy!

It takes careful effort to settle the cast-iron griddle on the stove without making any noise, but it's worth it. To Bianca, at least. She turns the heat medium-high and fights the urge to sing aloud as she turns back to the counter. She pours the wet ingredients into the dry and whisks, just enough to break up the clumps.

The griddle is heating up. She wets her fingers at the kitchen sink and flicks arcs of water over it. The droplets sizzle and steam, and Bianca repeats the test just for fun, enjoying the flick of her long pink nails, the way the water dances on the glossy black iron. Satisfied, she greases the griddle.

And then she's off to the races, ladling batter over the hot griddle, big generous pancakes, little hand-held pancakes, silver dollars and Mickey Mouses and even one shaped- a little lopsidedly, she's not an artist- like a heart. The first batch is plain, but once they're done, she starts getting fancy with it. The next batch gets fresh blueberries, delicately dropped into the cooking pancakes and crowned with another dollop of batter to keep them from sticking when she flips the pancakes over. Then it's banana slices and chopped walnuts, and then she's measuring out miniature chocolate chips when she feels a pair of strong hands on her waist and a soft belly against her back. She yelps, and behind her, there's a familiar laugh.

“Majorrrrr,” Bianca whines, without any real edge. “This was supposed to be breakfast in bed! I've been so sneaky.”

She twists around to face Major, and feels her heart flutter the same way it did when she first saw her walk into that PTA bake sale years ago. Major's short salt-and-pepper hair is a mess, sticking up every which way, and she's still in her pajamas- if you can even call them that. A pair of plaid boxer shorts and a concert t-shirt so thoroughly aged that Bianca's not even sure she could read the band name. It's a chilly mid-February morning, but Major always runs warm. She gives Bianca a smile, and at least for the moment, Bianca runs warm too.

“Not sneaky enough,” Major teases, tapping her nose. “Did you really think I wouldn't sniff you out?”

“Or maybe I just thought you'd be patient?”

“Not a chance. Hey, anything I can do to help cook?”

“Nope. I'm almost done. You can help eat, though.” Bianca nods to the pile of already-made pancakes, sitting heaped on a plate under a sheet of tin foil.

“Oh, pour moi?” Major pretends to notice the plate for the first time. “Quelle surprise!”

“Yeah, yeah. Sit down and eat up. Next batch is chocolate chip.”

“Yes, ma'am.” Major takes the laden plate and sits down at the kitchen table, where Bianca's already set out butter, syrup, and jam. “You sure know how to spoil a woman, don't you?”

Bianca pours the chocolate chips into the remaining batter, then takes a moment to lean back against the kitchen counter and admire Major. She'd had that band shirt since before they even started dating. Back then, it had been a size or two too big. These days… well, that extra size or two gave it a little more longevity than most of Major's pre-Bianca wardrobe. So did the fact that Major had cut the sleeve and neck holes bigger. But Bianca swears she's been noticing Major adjusting that bottom hem a lot more than she used to.

“Yeah,” Bianca smiles, watching Major butter up a pancake, ”I guess I do.”

#wg fiction #soft feedism #qfa #lesbian feedism #feeding kink

[angellayercake]

I am curious about eating and then eating

Very curious 👀

Well Oakie!! You, @da-rulah and @adevilyoudo all have unlocked a sneaky peak of Banchetto!!! (although I think two of you may have already seen this 🙃)

This is not from the next chapter Insalata but from Fromagi e Frutta where Terzo and his little chef go on an actual date 💜

NSFW teaser under the read more

'No no you want to pair this one with the fig chutney and the cracker...' you trail off as he pops the cheese and grape into his mouth, his expression souring as he chews. So far he has decided to ignore all the suggestions he had been given, both from you and the ones so enthusiasticly given by the man running the stall. He drops back in his chair with a pout. 

'This is not a good substitute for your cooking cara,' he huffs crossing his arms and furrowing his brow. You have to press your lips together to stifle your laugh unable to help being flattered, but his lack of enjoyment thus far was entirely his own doing. Reaching over the board you carefully chose a slice of bread, smear it with cranberry conserve then a generous slice of brie. His eyes follow you as you finish it with a drizzle of fresh honey. You offer it too him but he doesn't even attempt to take it from you instead leaning down with a smirk taking a large bite directly from your hand. 

'Mmmm,' he lets out that delicious rumbling moan that can feel as much as hear. 'You see this is why I keep you around no? I would never know to do this.'

'You would if you just listened,' he shakes his head as he takes the rest of the bite deliberately sucking the remaining traces of stickiness and crumbs from you fingers. 

'More? Prego?' A man of his age should not be able to twist you around his little finger the way he does, but you are unable to resist the coy pleased look he gives you through his eyelashes. You want to say no and make him feed himself but your will power is in short supply around him at the best of times and he is well aware of that fact. 

'Fine,' you give in with a roll of your eyes which is more for show then put of genuine annoyance but he knows how easily he has won given the shiteating grin that spreads across his face. He props his elbows on the table and his chin in his hands as he waits for you.

'I'm ready for the next bite cuocoina,' he says giving you a sweet but insistant smile so you waste no more time selecting the next option. To contrast completely with the mild and creamy brie you chose a blue cheese, carefully piling it on a cracker with a slice of pear and a walnut. As you bring it closer he opens his mouth waiting for you to feed him.

'Really?' Yet again you find yourself making a token protest as you discover that you may enjoy feeding him as much as you enjoyed cooking for him. He didn't need to know that yet though. 

'It tastes better coming from your fair hands, cara. What can I say?' And so it continues until he has eaten his fill. You work your way through the variety of cheeses, offering him seconds of his favourites or changing flavour combinations where he wasn't so keen, all the while contending with him nipping and sucking and licking at your fingers at every given opportunity. Even though you had begun to build up a tolerance to his teasing and flirting, at least compared to the earlier part of your time with him you were beginning to reach your limits and with every tease felt closer and closer to just begging him to give you something. Almost as if he could tell you were at your breaking point he stopped you with a warm hand coming to rest on your thigh. 

‘May I have my desert now cuocoina?’ he asks fingers already sliding your skirt up your thighs until he can clearly see your underwear and the wet patch there is little point trying to hide. ‘Ah so you do enjoy hand feeding your Papa then.’ He spreads your legs and drops down to his knees so he is eye level with your cunt. ‘After all that fuss.’ He grazes his teeth over your clit, the material of your underwear protecting you but the threat still makes your thighs shake. When he does bite down it’s only on the hem of your underwear as he pulls them off you leaving you entirely bare to him for the first time.  

He just looks at first taking in the mess he has already made of you but in a split second his tongue is every where yet never stopping for long in any of the places you wanted him, needed him. Around and around and over your folds, the most gentle and frustrating suction as he makes little sounds of enjoyment that seem to vibrate through you. But his teasing as you fed him, his sucking and nipping at your fingers had already got you wanting so much more. Giving in you lace your fingers through his hair to guide him to exactly where you want his attention most. But he resists all your attempts, making the frustration inside you build and build. You try another tactic grinding your hips against his face but he pulls away as he presses your hips down onto the chair stopping any further movements from you and forcing a whine from deep in your chest. 

‘Cuocoina, please. I am just trying to properly enjoy my meal.’ He pauses to lick a long stripe, tongue flat and broad to give you as much friction as possible. You can’t breathe, not for a moment the sudden rush of pleasure the only thing your mind can comprehend but as soon as it starts it ends the only thing you can feel are the puffs of his warm breath. 

‘But perhaps you would prefer to feed me this too?’ He positions himself that he is are hair's breadth away from you before his vice like grip on your hips loosens. ‘Move’ he growls and you have to obey. 

#i promise i am still working on it #banchetto #wip game #asks #my writing

[twoidiotwriters1]

Daughter of Olympus (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: They're so cute I wanna cry -Danny Words: 2,304 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter / Next Chapter Listen to: 'Alone Together' -by Fall Out Boy

XXXIII: The Slowest Slow-burn Becomes a Wild-fire

It's been a while since Janus visited my dreams, so I can't help but groan in annoyance when I see him in the Empire State lobby.

"Can't a girl mourn in peace?" I complain.

"We're happy to see you too," the right head replies.

"What do you want?"

"Your crossroad is approaching, demigod," he says. "We have a present for you."

"I didn't know you gave presents to go along with the existential crisis!" I cross my arms.

"Funny," the left head sneers.

"We're here to talk to you one last time..."

"For now," Leftie adds.

"Let me finish!" says Right. "Arae Jackson. You have to choose."

"I choose to wake up!" 

"War is coming," Right ignores me. "The end of a story."

"The start of another," Leftie continues.

"A chance for a good life. A short one."

"But happy," counts Left. "As happy as it can be."

"Or..." Right grins wickedly.

"Or!" Leftie exclaims with delight.

"Or?" I ask impatiently.

"An opportunity to fix your mistakes!" 

"Though no good deed goes unpunished. Meddling is pricey, Jackson."

"Small cost for greatness," Right sighs. "And a child of Olympus doesn't dwell on sacrifice."

"All gods are flawed anyway," Leftie chuckles. "You'll fit right in!"

I feel something cold run down my spine. "I-I don't understand..."

"We know," they reply.

"That's the fun of it!" Left cackles.

"One thing's for sure," Right smirks. "If you choose wrong, everyone dies!"

The dream goes away, and the floor with it. Everything around me is pitch-black but I can hear the roaring of a creature—A sulfuric smell burns my nose, and I start choking.

Ara gives most of her food as an offering to the gods—her stomach feels the size of a walnut—then takes little sips from her goblet before abandoning the table. She leaves without even glancing at Cabin Nine's table. 

She doesn't want to see  Leo; if he looks normal, or if he looks even worse than she does, neither of those is going to make her feel better. Ara wishes she had someone to talk to who could give her all the answers. But alas, the more she grows, the more she realizes just how tragically lonely life is.

"Hi, beautiful. I saw you and thought—'Wow, I should follow her to a secluded area, that'll make her like me'," Leo speaks behind her as soon as she reaches the beach.

He's more nervous than he'd like to admit, but his hands betray him, fidgeting nonstop. He's wearing a clean pair of cargo pants and a camp shirt, he also tried to brush his hair but the wind is making it messy again.

"I, er..." Ara can't help feeling dizzy knowing Leo took his time to get clean and look nice just for her.

"Hang on," he's got a blanket over his shoulder, the boy holds it and walks past her. "You're always giving orders, let me give it a try..." he places the fabric over the sand. "Sit."

Ara doesn't know what to expect from Leo, he picks up a little basket that she hadn't noticed a moment ago, and her body lights up when she realizes he's prepared a picnic.

"You didn't eat," he sits next to her. "Me neither. Jason said you get hungry during the date anyway, so I thought it'd be a good idea to eat while we talk and..." he clears his throat, trying not to feel self-conscious. "It's cheesy but—"

"It's perfect," Ara hugs her knees. "I've never done anything like this, but cheesy's a good way to start, I think."

"I'm counting on it, 'cause that's all I've got," Leo mimics her pose in a more relaxed way. "But if you end up not liking it, we can try something else."

Ara can't make eye contact yet, so she keeps her gaze on the food. "So uhm... what's in the basket?"

"Double-stuffed Oreos and a six-pack of cokes," the boy rubs his neck. "That's all Travis Stoll could get me on short notice."

Ara's faced armies of monsters without flinching, but a first date stresses her beyond belief. "I like Oreos."

Leo moves the basket closer to her. "Help yourself."

She opens a package. "When I first got here, I asked for a stuffed cookie the size of my palm. Silena wanted me to eat healthier, she said I wouldn't grow otherwise, but I didn't grow either way. I blame the orphanage, didn't give me enough formula when I was little."

Leo chuckles. "Well, girls stop growing until they're like, twenty-one. You've still got time."

Ara laughs too, she glances at him afterwards. "You lived in an orphanage too, right?"

"Sorta," he makes a face. "Foster homes."

"Plural?"

"I was always running away. They would move me around, hoping I'd stop."

"Maybe if I'd stayed in the orphanage, we would've met. If it weren't for Hedge, I would've stayed in that place... for too long."

Leo knows that isn't true. Most people would adopt someone like Ara right away: Intelligent, polite, and with the face of an angel. That is exactly what happened when the Jacksons met her, they fell in love.

She's the kind of girl Leo would've avoided because they made him uncomfortable. It was pure luck that they met when Ara was in a horrible mood, Leo had been able to act somewhat normal (his normal) around her, which then caused Ara to give him a chance.

"I'm glad Hedge found you," he admits.

"Me too," the girl shrugs. "Even if people still think I'm a problem, at least I've got some friends here."

"Yeah, know what you mean," Leo grabs an Oreo. "I have an aunt—still out there probably—she loved saying that I was wicked..." he laughs dryly. "She's the reason I ended up in foster homes—The rest of my relatives turned their backs on me thanks to her."

Ara doesn't want the conversation to be so heavy, they're supposed to be sorting out their... whatever they have going on, so she tries to lighten up the mood. 

"Hey, I just realized... I don't think we know each other well. We should do something about that if we're going to... date."

Leo smiles a little. "You're right. How do we fix it? D'you want to play twenty questions?"

Ara nods. "You're Mexican-American, right? Do you speak Spanish fluently?" 

She's aware that is a stupid question, but it's all she can come up with. Fortunately, Leo finds it amusing. "'Course I do! Want me to teach you some curse words?"

"Sure," she grins. "I can teach you how to swear in French and Italian, though sometimes I still get the Italian wrong, but maybe you'll find that one easy, I've heard is similar to Spanish."

"Wow," Leo leans back and smiles. "You're so smart."

It's weird to be on the receiving end of flirty behavior. Most people assume Ara can't be flirted with, fearing Percy or Lily will step in to murder them, so they never try. It's a bummer, she's still Aphrodite at the core and wants all the compliments, and she loves that Leo is so willing to deliver.

"So what's your favorite food? And you can't say tacos, I already know that one."

Leo grins, it's nice to know Ara pays attention to him. "Enchiladas with arrachera—and I know what you're thinking, but enchiladas are not tacos. My mom used to make a salsa with habaneros, she was always shocked to see I could eat a whole plate without sweating."

Ara smiles. "You were close to your mom?"

"Yup. She was the best."

"You were a mama's boy?" The girl teases him.

Leo snorts. "Maybe. My kid self would've kicked your kid self's butt all the same."

"Is that how you decide to approach this?" She giggles. "I'm your crush!" 

"You started it!" He replies, also grinning. "And I was a tougher kid than you ever were."

"I was good at exploding things, I could've blasted your butt into space."

Leo smirks. "Would've been worth it." He lies on the blanket, both hands behind his head. "So... you ever met your mortal parent? The one who fell for Aphrodite?"

Ara makes a face. "That jerk abandoned me as soon as I was born," she says, playing with the sand around her feet. "He didn't want to be a dad."

That's not so hard to believe, what's hard to believe is that it happened to Ara. The beautiful, intelligent girl sitting next to him. "Why would he do that?" It surprises her just how stunned he sounds. "Did you look for him?"

"What for?" She wrinkles her nose. "He named me with the sole purpose of insulting my mother, can't be clearer than that."

Leo stares at her. "But it's a compliment, you know that, right?"

Despite the topic, Ara feels like laughing. "How is that a compliment? He called me a curse!"

"Well, it's a curse to the world that you're so pretty."

Ara blushes and laughs. "You're an idiot."

Leo grabs another Oreo, looking proud of himself. "Yeah, I can be your idiot anytime, just say the word."

"I'll keep that in mind."

The girl watches the sun sink under the sealine. Slowly, the moonlight illuminates their features, and there is an orange tint to it coming from the distant campfire. Ara feels at ease for the first time in months.

"I like this a lot," she says. "A solid first date."

"M'glad," Leo sits up to face her, but she's not ready to look at him. "I wanted you to feel comfortable. Like when I'm with you... I don't have to keep my hands busy."

"I'd like to keep your hands busy, though..." Ara replies quietly.

The boy inhales so sharply he chokes. "W-What?"

"See that constellation?" She changes the subject, too flustered to keep the other going. "I met her."

"What?" Leo repeats, even more confused. 

Her heart is pounding and she's sure he can hear it. She's terrified, but she has to be brave. Ara reaches for his hand and holds it firmly. "She was a hunter of Artemis, died while saving Annabeth... Her name was Zoë."

Leo's skin glows golden, but it's flickering like he's fighting it back. "Ara, I'll burn through the blanket if you don't let go of me."

She tries to take her hand back. "Sorry—"

Leo tightens his grip. "The way you... all I've ever..." he takes a deep breath and stares at Zoë's constellation. "I'm not good with words."

"I know."

He shakes his head. "And you like me anyway? I don't understand, you should be with someone like Jason."

The girl frowns. "Says who?"

"You can have anyone you want... are you sure you want me?"

Ara's chest tightens at his words. "I don't think I'm worth many things, Leo, but I got them. Because I asked for them."

"Yeah, but—"

"You're the first person that's ever asked me out," she laughs. "You're the only one who cares about me this way. You said I didn't have to be alone, and that you could be whatever I needed. You didn't mean that?"

"I did," Leo replies quickly, but his grip is loosening. "But—"

"Shouldn't I be with the boy who wants to look after me?"

"It's just..." he scowls at the sand, kicking it lightly. "You're one of the highlights of my entire life. I don't wanna mess it up."

"I want you to hug me sometimes," she scoots closer to him, nudging his shoulder. "I'm not asking you to bring me the moon!"

"I know, Ara," Leo hugs his knees again and supports his head on them, pouting like a little kid. "But being myself isn't good enough."

Ara tries not to smile, but she fails. "I know how that feels..."

"No, doll. I mean, I don't know if you've noticed, but people don't fawn over me. Not even you."

She snorts. "I can change the way I show my affection if you need me to."

"I'm talking about a real problem here: the genetics I was born with." 

"You do remember you're half god, right?"

"You do remember how Hephaestus looks, right?" He asks in the same tone.

Ara wants to laugh. She also wants to never talk to boys again for the rest of her life. "I'm not enjoying the anticipation as much as I thought I would."

"That makes two of us..." he sighs. "I warn you, this might happen way too often. I overthink and spiral, I regret saying things as soon as they leave my mouth, and sometimes I don't even realize I've said something wrong until hours or days later."

"Very ADHD of you," she muses.

The way the moonlight falls on her face makes it look like she's also a constellation. Ara is as attractive as she is unsettling, and it's only making Leo like her more.

"So what do we do?" The girl asks. "Should we take it slow?"

Leo purses his lips. This is a once-in-a-lifetime event, and no matter how much it frightens him, he's desperate to hold her close once more. "I don't do slow."

Leo kisses her. His lips fit hers like they were meant for this, and her heart has never beaten as fast as it does now. Leo glows to his total capacity, and Ara closes her eyes so the light doesn't hurt her. Every bad thing that's ever happened to them suddenly is not such a big deal after all.

Leo's hand settles on her waist as he moves forward, he's never kissed anyone like this, but he can't get enough of her. Everywhere he touches feels like fire on her skin—and it could be—but she's too delighted to care. 

When the kiss ends, Leo stares at her like he can't believe she's welcoming his touch, that she wants it. Ara runs a hand through his hair, and that causes his breath to hitch. He pushes himself away, cheeks flushed and nose very much on fire. Ara bursts out laughing at the sight. 

"Calm down!"

He scowls and it's like she can hear him say: "Do you think I can do that right now?" Leo shakes his head in disbelief, leaning in to kiss her a second time. Ara tries to keep the flames under control and the boy chuckles at her actions, but he doesn't stop kissing her. 

"You'll burn me!" She giggles.

In response, Leo just wraps his arms tighter around her.

Next Chapter ->

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#twoidiots writing #leo valdez x oc #leo valdez fanfic #pjo fanfic #pjo hoo toa #pjo fandom #percy jackson and the olympians #doo

[changanomaly]

an assortment of unorganized total drama headcanons I have (some probably contradict the timeframe when the td timeline takes place in but whatever):

Courtney and Heather pretend to have refined taste in music but blast Mitski full volume when they're alone

Heather and Harold are still actually really great friends after TD and find that they have a lot in common. Exhibit A: Their MLP phases

Noah's 15th birthday gift from his mother was a Miku binder. Also yes Noah's transmasc keep scrolling

Izzy, Eva, Owen, Noah and Emma are all in a polycule and currently live in a big apartment. (for more info um here)

Prior to it, they'd been kicked out of 4 consecutively for 2 straight months due to a fire break out from an 'undetectable source'. Surprisingly none of them were caused by Izzy, but Owen repeatedly cooking/reheating food at 3 in the morning

The ROTI cast in comparison to the rest of the casts are incredibly tight knit and go out of their way to meet up and keep in contact with each other. Anne Maria and Dawn are definitely the mom friends of the group.

Scott can be slimy, but he sure do loves his family a whole lot, and even though there's a lot of them, they're all really close. Initial reasoning to going back on TDAS was to help them cover what the entire family had given to get him to recover from being attacked by Fang

After a recording of a season is over (other than TDI), all contestants- former, current, the ones who aren't arrested- are all invited to stay at Playa Des Losers for a week (a shitty excuse to get all generations of cast members to interact to each other in my head...why yes)

The pinnacle of wealth to Scott was watching Shrek the Musical live and his first thought in what to do with the million in ROTI after the vague idea of investing in stocks was to bring all his family (and briefly in TDAS as a date with Courtney) to watch it

Duncan has a soft spot for Izzy. She's one of the only people who visit him while he's in prison. She drags along Team E-scope (+ Owen and Emma) to her visits sometimes

Shawn's first exposure to zombie related media was Plants vs Zombies. He has several sunflowers, pea plants, potatoes and a couple of walnut trees outside of his house that he says will mutate alongside the zombie virus pandemic to protect him. He owns and plays a lot of zombie video games in general alongside his huge collection of zombie movies and other zombie related media- other than PVZ, his favorite's The Last of Us

At Playa, Courtney and Gwen talk. It's one of the rare times Courtney owns up to her faults genuinely. And she tries to do the same thing with Scott but she can't bring herself to knock on his door. The prospect of things turning out like Duncan- even vaguely- made her blood grow cold.

Jo, Lightning and Brick meet Sky while they're hanging at Playa after the TDPI finale and chat her up while she seemed really down abt it all. After some chatting, a bit of insults thrown (thanks Jo), Brick's understanding sympathy, seldom seen empathy from Lightning, and a lot of racing and competing with each other, they become quite close. They keep in contact with each other afterwards- which is more than Sky can say about most of her relations on her own cast.

Speaking of; Sky keeps in contact with Ella, Jasmine (and since they're kind of a package deal, Shawn), oddly enough- though they weren't in the same team and didn't talk much on the island- Sammy, even more oddly enough Beardo- who she finds out just had a hard time opening up, and most oddly enough Leonard- who she finds out doesn't actually think he's a wizard and was just playing up one of his characters since he wasn't skilled in much anything else and wanted to see how far he got into the show with his whole wizard act. He even went out of his way to try it again alongside his friend Tammy in TDRR.

The small group does online DND campaigns that Sky occasionally joins in on in between juggling Olympic training, but they're mostly dominated by Sammy, Ella, Shawn, Beardo and some of Leonard's irl friends. Leonard DMs.

Eva knows how to crochet. Beth finds out in one of the Aftermath shows backstage, and they actually bond together over it. Well, after Eva threatens to kill her if she tells anyone

Courtney's really into musical theatre (won't admit to it but love West Side Story and Heahers). So are Mike (who's fav musical is Les Mis and Hadestown) and Ella (duh) (her favorite musical is Robert and Hammerstein's Cinderella)

Ella and Gwen are close cousins (as seen in TDR, but is otherwise not canon), and most are kind of shocked to find out. Ella would often bring up how Gwen would always gladly play the Evil Queen to her Princess when they were younger, where Gwen would retort by bringing up how bad Ella's tantrums were when she didn't agree.

The Best Friends subplot was scripted. Carrie is a lesbian, and Devin's aroace. A couple of d-list actors who also coincidentally are best friends

The Drama Network (as I'll call it) gets sued hard after Pahkitew airs. Not only for what happened in the season but a lot of prior incidents that weren't brought up in court- like Dakota's mutation, Scott being attacked by Fang, and the general endangerment of minors that happened in ROTI. Ditto with Pahkitew. Since TD was still a big hit, it didn't make much of a dent with the Network but still made it so they were weary of bringing the show back- which is why there hadn't been a new season for more than a decade in universe

#total drama #total drama island #tdi #tdroti #tdpi #tdas #td courtney #td heather #td izzy #td owen #td eva #td emma #td noah #td gwen #td scott #td ella #td sky #td sammy #td samey #td jo #td lightning #td brick #td beth #td mike #td leonard #td dawn #td beardo #td anne maria #td carrie #td devin

[l0serloki]

Dining Reservations

Chamber x Reader

Genre : Fluff

Summary : Chamber takes you on a nice dinner date with a surprise after.

WC : 1K

CW : Fem!Reader, pet names, Chamber spoiling reader hehehe, hints to sex at the end

A/N : I’ll probably make a part two of this with the smut lmao,, for everyone who requested - I am in the process of finishing all of them <3 I didn’t ignore you

Tonight was the night! Chamber had asked you on a date and to say you were nervous and excited was understatement. You had liked the man for quite a long time but thought he never had any interest in you. He was quite reserved with the team - you couldn’t blame him though. Everyone was harsh on him and never fully ‘trusted’ him - even though you all had dark pasts. However, whenever the two of you were on a mission or hung out he was nothing but kind to you.

“You’ll do fine. I still don’t like him but whatever. He really does care about you and values you.” Fade had said, laying on your bed. “Well I sure hope. Don’t tell me what’s in his head though Fade, we talked about that.” You rolled your eyes as you finished up the final look. “So?” You raised an eyebrow and Fade gave you a thumbs up. “Looks good. You’ll have to tell me about the date tomorrow, gotta go help KJ repair the lab.” You waved her off and sat on the bed. He would be here any moment!

At the first knock on your door you opened up. Chamber was standing there, roses in hand and a big grin. “For you, ma belle.” You felt your heart race as you took the flowers. “You’re too kind Vin. These are beautiful.” “Much like you. Set them down though, you can get a vase once we are back. I don’t want us to miss our reservation.”

Vincent pulled out your seat as you surveyed your surroundings. This had to be the most posh restaurant you had ever been to in your life. “This is to your liking? I ordered some wine, feel free to get whatever piques your interest, my dear.” It was a tad overwhelming looking at the prices on the menu, just one meal would be rent for a month! 

Vincent had quelled your worries with kind words and a ‘don’t mention it, I want you to enjoy my favorite restaurant.’ The two of you talked about work and then got on the topic of guns. His eyes lit up as he dug into his food and wine, chatting up his new inventions. It was more than cute, you were glad to see this side of him. “No, mon amour, you don’t understand. I am sure to get far with this new gun. It can size down and becomes more compact, much like tour de force! But enough about me, what do you like?” You could feel the butterflies come back up in your stomach as his walnut hues gazed at you. The candlelight making him even more attractive from your angle. “I like you!” You mumbled out and noticed the flush that crossed Vincent’s face. “Well aren’t we bold? I like you too.” The moment was sickly sweet as he rubbed his fingers across your arm. 

By the time the two of you had finished the meal and gotten up it was already dark outside. “Mon ange, I hope you do not mind but I had one more stop. Would you like to go?” More time with Chamber? That would always be a yes! “Yes Vin, whatever you need to do - not like I want to go be cooped up in my room.” He beamed and took your hand, walking you two out.

Strolling downtown at night was always a showstopper. You loved living in the Chicago base and the bustle of the city always kept you on your toes. It had been a while before Chamber had stopped in front of a tiny shop, opening the door for you. “Thank you.” He hummed in response as his hand slid to the small of your back. “Oh Vincent! You are finally here! And your girlfriend is with you!” An old lady came to the front of the kiosk, her perfume wafting through the air. The shop was obviously a tailors, silk dresses and nice coats littered across. “Yes, do you have what I asked for?” The old lady waved him off as she disappeared to the backrooms. “If you don’t mind me asking, what did you buy?” Vincent just patted your cheek and told you to wait. 

The old lady reemerged a few minutes later with the nicest coat you had ever seen. It was a lot like the coat you had explained to Chamber days before. He handed her the cash and grabbed the garment, handing it to you. “I hope you do not mind. You said you liked my coat and I thought we could match. Plus this one is getting old, no?” Your knees wobbled, feeling weak from the amount of affection. “Vincent.. This is beautiful.. Thank you..” Wrapping your arms around his torso, you pulled him into your embrace. “No need, I have to keep my girl warm.” He pecked your temple as the two of you headed out. 

You finally arrived home and sighed. You wanted this day to last forever, it was exhilarating. “You should go to bed now mon ange, we will have another date this friday?” The Frenchman questioned and you automatically nodded. “Yes, I would love that.” “Great, I would too.” The two of you awkwardly stood staring until Chamber’s hand moved to your cheek. “May I kiss you?” You had longed for this moment and it was finally happening. “Yes please.” His lips met yours in a passionate kiss, backing you into the wall. Your hands wandered up his suit, feeling the taut muscles move beneath you. He broke the kiss, breath fanning over your mouth. “Too much and I might not be able to control myself. You are intoxicating, Y/N.”

Maybe the night wouldn’t end just yet..

#chamber x reader #chamber valorant #chamber #valorant chamber #chamber x you #vincent fabron #valorant #valorant x you #valorant x reader #valorant fanfiction #chamber x reader fluff

[autobot2001]

Baking Class

Author: Autobot2001 Henre: Fanfiction Fandom: Transformers Rating: E Warnings: None Pairing: Drift X Jamie (OC) Description: Drift takes Jamie to the bakery for a baking class.

Day 15; @fluffyfebruary: craft @fluffbruary: cord | bakery | honey

Drift found out the local bakery is having a baking class. He’s worried that the class will be baking something Jamie doesn’t like, but he thinks it’ll be fun. Jamie still wants to go to the bakery, even though there are still cookies they bought two days ago.

The two go to the bakery at two the next day. There are three other couples joining the class. The class is making banana date cake with walnuts and honey glaze. “That sounds good,* Drift comments, “we can bring the cake home.”

The two follow the instructions. Putting the first six ingredients in the mixing bowl. Jamie plugs in the hand-held mixer, but it won’t turn on. The cord is damaged. “I’m sorry, but we don’t have another,” the instructor apologizes. The instructor is ready to offer a refund and coupon for another class, but their two students aren’t bothered by having to mix with a wooden spoon. It’s easy for Drift to mix with the wooden spoon.

Once everything is mixed, it’s time to mash bananas and chop the dates. Drift cannot keep Jamie from using her hands to mash the bananas. “Now your hands are a mess,” Drift comments, “go wash them. I’ll chop the dates.” Once the cakes are baking, everyone is dismissed for nintey minutes. By then, the cakes should be ready for glazing.

two hours pass, and everyone has a nice looking cake. Drift and Jamie want to wait until they get home and share with friends. First, the two get dinner.

Drift tries to get Jamie to talk about the class but is unsuccessful. He struggled not to let his mind worry about Jamie’s mental health and why conversation is challenging for her.

When the two get home, they share the cake with their friends. Only two of the eight slices remain, but only because Drift and Jamie shared a slice. The two want to save one slice for Lightning. “So, who do I fight for the last slice?” Sideswipe asks. “No one, that is Drift and Jamie’s,” Sunstreaker argues. Everyone liked the cake and hope Drift and Jamie will make it again.

#transformers #transformers fanfiction #transformers autobots #transformers drift #bayverse Drift #Jamie (OC) #fluffy february #fluffy february 2024 #fluffbruary 2024 #fluffbruary #day 15 #craft #cord #honey #bakery #baking class #cake

[sanddusted-wisteria]

13, 15, 18, and 20 for Wisty!

Also a question directed to her: when did you realize you had feelings for our dear Director? 😳😳😳

Hi thank you so much for asking Mel 🥺 Sticking this under a Read More since as always I ramble lol

13. What’s their favourite Relic?

Wis really likes the floating galaxy! Ponder the O R B

[Fun fact: the floating galaxy is the only space related relic Qi's only neutral towards.]

15. Preferred method of travel? Do they prefer walking, yakmel carts, horse, etc?

For work, Wis likes to use the yakmel carts for the effimciency. Whenever a new yakmel station request comes up, it's the first thing she gets done. After a while, she gets a horse (she named her Beans bc she has a pinto coat lol), and that becomes her main way of traveling for work.

Outside of work though, Wis likes taking walks! Just a nice gander around town.

18. What’s their favourite holiday?

The Winter Solstice! It's just a nice time where everyone has fun together and celebrates the accomplishments of the last year. And with good eats, of course.

(When they're dating, Wis might be able convince Qi to go out for once and watch the fireworks with her on the roof of the research center <3)

20. What’s their family like? Are they close with them?

Wis's Pa and his family are mostly farmers. All of them are known to be a bit goofy, which is absolutely where Wis got a lot of her silliness from. It's a tradition for everyone in his family to be named after plants, and also to loudly declare "That's me!!" whenever in the presence of the plant(s) they're named after.

Wis's Ma and her family don't have a 'gimmick' like her Pa's family, but they're largely based in Walnut Groove and a bunch of them are artisans of some kind. Wis's Ma was actually who first encouraged Wis to be a builder! She's a tailor, and Wis set her up as a penpal with Vivi pretty quickly.

Wis doesn't have any siblings, but she and Nia hung out so much when they were little they're practically sisters. She'd love to go back and visit sometime...but there's no rest in Sandrock.

Also a question directed to her: when did you realize you had feelings for our dear Director? 😳😳😳

Wisteria: At first I thought he was just another weird researcher. The ones from Vega 5 are always the kookiest. He wasn't really giving me a whole lot of reasons to like him. Blunt, dismissive... And he basically was giving me relic fetching errands back to back. But!

Then the bridge job happened. I handed him that power core and all of a sudden, it was like I was talking to someone else. I never thought he was even capable of grinning like that. That's when I realized there was something more to him.

And I'd find out what that was pretty soon. I found the telescope, and as soon as Qi saw it, he started gushing about it at a mile a minute. Uh, but then he kicked me off the roof and didn't let me use it, and I got mad, but... The next day, he...he apologized. Genuinely. And then I realized that we had something really big in common.

Both of us...we have so much enthusiasm for what we do and what we like that it's bursting from the seams...but we never really had anywhere to apply it back where we came from. My workshop closed down and I had to work for hire, he could never get his doctorate and nobody would let him work for their labs. But now that we were here in Sandrock, we had the chance.

That was when I started talking to him more. Whenever he started rambling, I'd always let him talk. Even if I didn't understand a single word he said, heh. In my head, I told myself that I wanted to give him opportunities to share what he was working on, since no one else in town seemed to get it. And, I mean...that's not untrue...

But, um...

Well, I...

...I also...just liked seeing him smile.

[Wisteria is covering her face and blushing.]

aaaaaaaaa

#other shady business #my time at sandrock #mtas #mtas builder #mtas wisteria #thank u for letting me gush abt her 😭

[emgene]

Stardew Valley with Enhypen

bc I can't think of anything else to post

requests are open for both enha and skz

Heeseung is a miner 100%. Screams whenever he's fighting a monster and "dies" constantly, but he's a miner. He doesn't delve much into the story of the valley, he just wants money. He also constantly forgets to bring food with him to the mines so he just kinda... passes out. A lot. He's the sole reason why Harvey is still in business. He's the type to go for Abigail or Emily. But I feel like his goal would be to date as many villagers as possible without you noticing.

Jay likes fishing, no matter how frustrating it is in the beginning. He's really good at remembering the villager's birthdays and has a specific chest with their favorites. I can see him really liking Penny for some reason, though he would prefer to marry you instead of her. He's good at saving your money and only gets a little mad when you impulse buy the tree of the winter star.

Jake loves the game. He really likes taking care of all the farm animals, but he Hates going in the mines. That's your job, sorry. He's probably friends with Alex tbh, and he might try to date Haley if not you. He loves the island, he and Leo are best friends. He tries to find all the golden walnuts and he's actually really good at it???

Sunghoon doesn't like the game very much tbh. He plays it with you because you find it fun and he likes seeing you happy. His foraging skill is really high and he goes fishing a not. Sometimes he'll go into the mines, but he prefers not to. He always reminds you to go out and get seeds when the crops are harvested.

Sunoo is confused by the game at first, but ends up loving it. He's best friends will all of the villagers and knows All the lore. He's really good at remembering the villagers favorite gifts. He and Elliot are best friends, along with Jas and Vincent. I can see him marrying Shane tbh bc he gives me "I can fix him" energy. He tries making his farm cute... but it's not very functional.

Jungwon loves the game, he loves farming and tending to the animals. He and Caroline are good friends, and he doesn't really like Pierre or Clint. He doesn't really have any goals in the game, he just likes playing for fun. I'm not gonna lie though, he often forgets to feed the animals or pet them so Please make sure you either remind him or do it for him.

Ni-Ki's main goal is to 100% the game, but he gets bored easily and won't play the game for months, then restarts a different world. It's a surprise if he even makes it to winter of year one. There was a time that you tried gifting him the diamond ring to marry him, but he said no and ran away. For the next in-game week, he kept running away from you and even gifted you trash. Also blew up your crops more than once. Love him tho.

#emgene #enhypen imagines #enhypen #enhypen scenarios #enhypen headcanons #enhypen x reader

[ihatebnha]

Honestly, I can’t stop thinking about pro-hero!Shoji as a boyfriend. He’d be such a great boyfriend. 🥺 Sweet, loving, caring, protective without being controlling… Definitely gives the best hugs, though he’d be a bit shy about PDA. Also, as a bonus… his Quirk definitely can be used in some… imaginative ways in the bedroom… 🥴

AHHHHHH we honestly do not give Shoji the credit he deserves!!! You are absolutely SO correct and it's just... sdjhfuasjkasdfdfj🤪

Definitely the guy who's legit, head over heels in love with you but also like... super chill? Part of me wants to say like, chill!bf x crazy!gf, but it's not even that, he's just... so supportive of everything you do and all your interests. Interviewers are probably like "Tentacole, thoughts on y/n's career?" and he's just like, "I'd like y/n no matter what. Good for them," you know?????

I also imagine he's so thoughtful when it comes to everything because he's not very good when it comes to gifts. He tries, but it's like... he'd much rather show his devotion by making you something and/or taking you somewhere and/or treating you nicely... and everyone is just is shock because here's this big ass Pro like... taking you on weekly dates and planting you flowers and helping you make dinner and clean up every night... GOOD LORD!!!!!

Also, my thought is that guys who are shy about PDA... always make up for it at home, so... just like Tamaki, I know Shoji (and his tongue) fuck GOOD. Loves giving head. Tells you that you never have to give him head (give it to him anyway though, ofc). Splits you open like a walnut. Lets you have your way with him. However you order.

It's what we AND he deserve!!!

#shoji #oh lord im gonna faint thinking about it #shoji holding your legs together to make it t*ghter when he f*cks you #i know he's silent as frick and it's so menacing but also... so berry attractive #he's got you m*aning like a fool and he's just heavy breathing #smothers you with affection and kisses all your tears away and lets you cling to him the whole time #ALKDSJBFLASHDFJKJAK N i want his kids #i really do #litch deceased #ask #anon #caitie post #queue

[whispersfromwanderers]

Some of my Favourite Herbs and Their Uses (Part I) - Deborah Blake (The Eclectic Witch's Book of Shadows)

Apples: Blossoms, fruit, and wood. Primarily used for love and healing magic, the wood makes a nice wand and the cider is a great "ale" for cakes and ale at the end of a ritual, especially one that takes place in autumn. Apples are particularly witchy because if you slice one crosswise, you will see the shape of a pentacle inside. For simple love magick, try baking an apple pie and adding cinnamon, which is associated with passion.

Basil: Leaves. Used for love, protection, prosperity, and (theoretically) exorcism. (I don’t have any experience with that last one, but you could certainly use it to try banishing negative emotions). Easily used in cooking, like my recipe for prosperity pesto, which I make with walnuts (fertility) instead of pine nuts. As a dried herb, basil also works well when added to sachets or magickal mixes.

Calendula: Flowers. Also known as marigold. Often used by herbalists for its healing properties but is also grown by many folks as an ornamental. In magick, it can be used for healing, love, and to boost physical abilities. I like to use dried flowers in healing sachets, although I also grow them in my garden just because they're pretty.

Catnip: Leaves, flowers. Love, happiness, beauty, sleep, calm, and connection with cats. While more often associated with felines than with humans, catnip (which is a member of the prolific mint family) has healing qualities for people as well. Magickally, you can use it in sachets for sleep, calm, and love, but be prepared to share them with your cats if you have any. It's also useful in cat magick, especially to find a familiar.

Chamomile: Flowers. Peace, sleep, love, prosperity, protection. This is one of my favorite herbs to use in sleep or calming sachets. It is also a traditional healing tea that can be used for either of those purposes, so you can bless and consecrate some chamomile on the night of a full moon and then drink it when you need it.

Cinnamon: Bark. Prosperity, success, passion, love, lust, healing, protection, power, psychic ability, spirituality. Who would have thought that the simple cinnamon in your cupboard would have so many magickal uses? Cinnamon is especially useful in love and prosperity mixtures and can easily be added to food. Actually a spice that comes from the inner bark of an evergreen tree, cinnamon is usually found in its powdered form, but I like to use cinnamon sticks in charm bags, magickal mixes, and even as a miniature wand to stir the Yule wassail.

Dill: Leaves, flowers, and seeds. Love, protection, prosperity. Magickal prosperity pickles? Sure, why not? Dill is a tall plant that is used for both its delicate-looking thin green leaves and then, later in the season, the flowering heads filled with seeds that are used to flavor pickles and other foods. It is easy to grow and can be used fresh or dried. For a boost of prosperity, I toss the fresh herb in my salads in early summer and add it to various magickal mixes later in the year in its dried form. 

Eucalyptus: Leaves. Healing and protection. Eucalyptus is a powerful healing herb, whether you are using dried leaves or essential oil. It has a strong, pungent odor and can be quite powerful, so it is best to use it in small amounts. The oil can be added to healing mixtures or the leaves placed in sachets or poppets intended for healing use. 

Garlic: Bulb. Healing, protection. As anyone who has ever eaten it knows, garlic is a strong-smelling herb that will chase away prospective dates and possibly vampires. But in magickal work, its protective properties will definitely work for your benefit. You can use whole cloves in protection sachets or powdered dry garlic in spell mixtures. (I don’t suggest putting those under your pillow, though.) It is also used for healing and can be added to food if you are doing kitchen witchery. Magickal chicken soup for a cold? You bet! Just remember to focus on its healing potential as you use it. 

Geranium: Flowers, leaves. Love, healing, protection. Geraniums are a pretty and easy-to-grow plant that comes in a range of colors, red and pink being the most common. The plants themselves can act as protection for the home, and the flowers can be picked and added to sachets or other magickal preparations. Rose geranium in particular has very pleasantly scented leaves and makes a lovely essential oil. (Note that geranium essential oil and rose geranium essential oil will have different scents; they are both useful for love and protection work, but rose geranium in particular is known for its calming and healing properties.) 

Ginger: Root. Power, energy, prosperity, success, love (especially the passionate type). Ginger is a fiery herb that lends its heat and power to any spell you use it in. It can be used in the powdered form in magickal mixtures, or pieces of the whole root can be sliced and added to food or charm bags. 

Lavender: Flowers. Love, sleep, happiness, purification, healing, peace. Lavender is a beautiful and strongly scented flower with many magickal uses. If you have a garden, it is lovely to cut fresh flowers and place them on your altar. For most, however, the dried version will have to do. My group often follows the traditional practice of tossing lavender into the Midsummer bonfire as a sacrifice to the Goddess. I also use the herb in sachets for healing and peace and tuck one under my pillow to help me sleep. It makes wonderful incense, and the essential oil is easy to use in magick baths or sprays. 

Lemon: Juice, peel. Purification, cleansing, love, energy. All the citruses (specifically lemon, orange, and grapefruit) have similar magickal properties, but lemon in particular is good for any purification or cleansing work. Add a few drops to your mop water for a magickal boost to your housework, especially if you are doing spring cleaning. The dried peel can be added to sachets and charm bags for love or purification, and the essential oil is perfect for room sprays that are intended to purify your space and boost your energy. 

Lemon Balm: Leaves. Healing, happiness, calm, love. Lemon balm is a member of the mint family and will grow prolifically in a garden. It is known for its ability to attract bees and is sacred to Artemis and Diana. Lemon balm can be made into a magickal tea to boost the mood or calm a troubled spirit, and the leaves or essential oil are particularly helpful in spell mixtures to deal with sleep, anxiety, or depression. 

Mugwort: Leaves. Psychic powers, protection, divination, dreaming, and astral projection. Mugwort’s most common use is in a dream sachet, which, when tucked under one’s pillow, is said to aid in prophetic dreaming. It is also used in incense and drunk in teas to boost the user’s power of divination. While not as dangerous as the hallucinogenic herbs employed by earlier witches, some people can find mugwort overwhelming, and it should be used with caution if you have no previous experience with it. 

Parsley: Leaves. Protection and purification. Parsley isn’t considered to be one of the more powerful magickal herbs, but I like it because it is so easy to add to foods if you are doing kitchen witchery. If you are already making a dish with the magickal intent of protection or purification, why not toss in a little parsley for a magickal boost?

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[late-to-the-party-99]

Songbird (Pt. Three)

A lone siren realizes her echo isn't her own. It's that of Echo, invisible and only able to repeat the words of others. They find a way to grow close anyway... and to break some curses.

Part One

Part Two

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“The rain’s too strong,” Ligeia says, squinting at the dreary drizzle outside. “I don’t think I can fly in that.”

“We can wait,” Echo says. “All we need is something to do.”

Ligeia chuckles. “When I find a library, I’ll let you know.”

“You like to read?”

She sinks back into her nest, pulling her wings close. “I did. My mother had scroll after scroll of poetry. All the songs and verses you could ever want,” she sighs.

“Your mother sounds like a lovely person.”

“She was. But we have no scrolls here. Though… I do remember them. Maybe…” Ligeia pauses, realizing what she’s about to propose. I haven’t done that in so long, she thinks. Not since with her.

But Echo is right there, patient and soft. She smells like the rain outside, but sweeter — with a hint of jasmine. 

“…we could take turns telling stories?” Ligeia suggests.

“I don’t know many stories, though.” Echo gusts past her to rustle in the corner, scooping up discarded walnut shells. “We should use these for something. A game?”

“Why don’t I supply the stories, and you supply the contest?”

The wind grows lighter and looser. “It’s a date,” Echo teases.

***********

“See, this is why you’re my favorite.” Mistress giggles behind her hand. “Please, could you sing more to me tonight?” Her eyes shine a soft green, her skin aglow in the violet light of dusk. She smells of lavender and jasmine. 

“I would love to.”

Mistress leans close with a whisper, meant for only the two of them: “It’s a date, then.”

*************

A flush rises to Ligeia’s cheeks. Giving her head a brisk shake, she hops out of her nest and stumbles out of Echo’s way.

“Ready,” Echo taps out. “It isn’t much, but it’s a start. We compete to see who’ll throw these shells the farthest.”

“Alright.” Ligeia clears her throat. With a faint tremble to her voice, she begins.

She doesn’t sing. But she chants, weaving a tale in rhyme about a hero who fell for Love himself. As she speaks, the words returning to her with practiced ease, she tosses the shells. 

“You’re a very good storyteller,” Echo says when she finishes.

Ligeia manages to fling her pebble onto the grass. She smiles, her stomach fluttering. “I think you might be trying to distract me so I don’t get so many points.”

“…maybe.”

She snorts, and so does Echo, pitching up the sound into a light laugh. “But thank you,” Ligeia says. “I’m glad to hear I still have some of my skills.”

“You must’ve been very popular.”

Ligeia’s smile fades a little. “Only with one person.”

“Who were they?”

“Uh.” Why do I feel like this? It happened so long ago. It’s not like Echo is your — no. No. Just stay quiet. Don’t say—

“I’m sorry,” Echo says, cutting into her thoughts. “I shouldn’t—”

“It’s fine! I just… I haven’t thought about her in a while.” Ligeia draws in a deep breath, rolling the shell around in her talons. The words begin to push their way to the surface. “We grew up together, her and I and my sisters. We all kept her company.”

“What sorts of things did you do?”

“We picked flowers, we sang, and we told stories.”

“That sounds fun,” Echo says, a wistful note entering her voice.

“Yes.” The shell crackles in her grip. “She and I were the closest, though. She liked my stories the best, and she spent the most time with me. We were friends.”

“You seem to have cared about her very much.”

**************

“She’s married.”

The Lady stands before them, Ligeia and her sisters kneeling at her feet. Her voice sounds brittle, the sweetness gone and replaced by something thornier. “The Underworld took her, and my brother — he approved of it. I couldn’t do anything. Nobody did anything.”

The grass around them wilts from green to yellow.

“You didn’t do anything,” the Lady snarls.

Ligeia’s head snaps up, tears shining in her eyes. “What could we have done?” 

“Anything other than standing there.” The Lady’s hands curl into fists. “Anything other than letting my daughter be taken away to such a cruel fate.”

“My Lady, please—”

“She’s married to that man. My only daughter is gone for several months of the year!”

“My Lady—”

“Did you not care?”

Ligeia jumps to her feet. “I love her! You think I don’t grieve at her marriage?” 

Silence falls over the glade. Her sisters stare at her. The Lady stares at her. The Lady’s eyes glow gold like wheat in the sun, bloodied by a red dawn. “And what good was your love?”

*************

Ligeia finds herself blinking back tears. “I wish I loved her enough to save her.”

There’s a beat of hesitation, the air turning over itself. Then, Echo flutters down and close to Ligeia, like a pair of arms. 

This time, emotion swells in her chest. She can’t choke it back. Her face crumples. She draws in a ragged breath and finds the air close and cool. Beyond the hope of return, she leans into the touch and sobs, heaving her shoulders.

The sound is ugly. It’s the sound of a grieving woman. But as it pours out of her, the thorns catching in her throat, she feels her chest loosen. She feels Echo’s touch grow firmer and even closer to her, becoming a true embrace.

“Thank you,” she whispers later, her ability to speak with words recovered. “I needed that.”

“You did,” Echo says. She feels so gentle, so kind and warm. “You deserve to grieve what you lose. This person — she sounds like she meant a great deal to you.”

“She was my first love,” Ligeia admits, swishing her tail feathers. 

“And you loved her enough. That wasn’t why you lost her,” Echo says, pressing closer. “It wasn’t your fault.”

“She deserved better, though. Both her and her mother.”

“So did you.”

Ligeia blinks, then manages a small nod. “I… you’re right. We all did.”

#my writing #my fiction #greek mythology #greek myth #sirens #siren #greek mythology sirens #echo #echo greek mythology #persephone #persephone greek mythology #demeter #demeter greek mythology #wlw #sapphic romance #romance #sfw writing #slow burn #songbird #queer romance #writeblr