#i'd put links but i think it won't show up anywhere if i do

[ingravinoveritas]

So for those who haven't seen, AL posted a new Insta story earlier today featuring video of Michael. I subsequently saw this post in the tags and felt like I needed to write something about it:

What obviously stood out and angered me about this was the "chunky Welsh salt-and-pepper boyfriend" in the caption. This seems to be the latest in a line of recent instances of people commenting on Michael's weight/fat-shaming him. The difference in this case, however, is that the post above is directly tied to AL's Insta story. Here is a screenshot of the story, for those who haven't seen it (the full video is linked above):

And what stood out to me here is AL's caption of "Can't take him anywhere," followed by the "You're welcome" (suggesting that we are all supposed to fall over ourselves to thank her for posting video of Michael). Given that the video shows him playing with Lyra in a toy store, this would have been a perfect opportunity for Anna to write a caption about Michael being a great dad, or how much he adores his daughter.

Instead, however, the caption/video is all about Anna, and once again plays up the disingenuous "long-suffering partner of a bumbling man" schtick, which is what many of her Insta stories about Michael have been recently. So when you look at the Tumblr post above, you start to get a feeling for the vibe that her posts/stories are putting out. That if it's okay for AL to make comments about his appearance (as we know she has done for the last several years), then others feel no compunction about doing it, too.

There are plenty of ways to interpret all this, but to me, and especially looking at everything cumulatively, none of this speaks highly to the state of their relationship. The "can't take him anywhere" is another example of AL using an Insta story to insult Michael, to convey that--despite the fact that he is literally very sweetly playing with their daughter--she is embarrassed to be seen with him. When you look at the Tumblr post next to AL's Insta story, you can tell what people are picking up on, which means that these posts and stories are not bringing out the best in her, him, or their relationship.

Again, this is all my own opinion and thoughts, but I think it bears repeating that if someone made a Tumblr post like the one above about Anna, or commented on her weight gain/loss, people would be losing their minds. I'm tired of comments like those and hers getting a free pass because Michael is a man. I'm tired of her making him out to be a ridiculous buffoon who she "has to put up with." And I'm really tired of her thinking his fans don't or won't care as long as she provides new content. Because even though this might just be me, I'd rather have no new content of Michael at all than content where his own girlfriend is repeatedly putting him down...

#michael sheen #welsh seduction machine #also friendly reminder that he nearly left Twitter when Rachel McAdams' fans made fun of him when they were dating #and said she was too good for him #echoes of 'she's Barbie and he's just Ken' #i can't even with this nonsense #as i've said before and will again #'d rather look like a 'bad' fan and talk about the reality of the situation #than look like a 'good' fan by ignoring it #i just hope Michael knows he is lovely #and deserves good things #fandom woes #anna lundberg #thoughts #discourse

[hanasnx]

hi i asked abt zena and ani. I js wanted to say that their dynamic is my favorite thing in the world. how he’s so nonchalant abt everything and mysterious and her just wanting to crack him. im in love.

also. “ever shot a porno?” god kill me now. i need more of their banter. just the way they speak to each other is so 🫠

i’d love to see a more personal (wink wink) interview between them both.

thank you indy for blessing this earth with zenakin.

(also could i be 🪐)

this is so crazy cool to me tbh bcos i didnt write them together originally to have crazy sexual tension i just feel like i cant not imbue sexual tension into my writing. i love that you asked me about them and youve picked up on their dynamics. the prompt is a little too vague so i hope im doing it justice. also yes ofc you can be that emoji <3

"Bet you thought you saw the last of me." ZENA DAREN remarks smartly, a haughty curl to her lips at the sight of ANAKIN SKYWALKER sitting before her once again. He takes a sip from his water bottle, and she finds herself staring at the way his Adam's apple bobs from the movement. He wipes his lips with the back of his hand, and drops the bottle next to his chair leg.

"You are persistent, I'll give you that." he relents, and nods in subtle commendation. "Didn't even realize I had an agent until you relentlessly overwhelmed her with every trick in the book. Can't say I'm not impressed." Zena can't tell if this was another one of his signature dry jokes. Krayt House couldn't be so popular now that he wouldn't notice an entire person signing on to be his personal agent to coordinate events behind the scenes? How many papers has this guy signed to have not kept track of something like that? No, must be a joke. It's still taking considerable effort for her to nail this guy down. Like a Rubik's cube, she can't put it down until it's a clear solve.

Her pen points over the precipice of her clipboard. "You told her you weren't taking interviews anymore." The accusatory tone of voice utilized causes Anakin to raise his brows in mock offense.

"The series is over. Why should I?" he debates, sinking further back into his seat that unconsciously pushes out his hips. Those black pants hug him well, and Zena swallows. Additionally, he crosses his arms over his broad chest, swelling the muscle in a most please way. Cords of tendons lovingly tended to in the gym are on full display. At this point, she knows he's attractive— he has been all this time— but what would she expect from a professional porn star with his kind of experience under his belt? It won't go anywhere if she pursued it, but she's far more fascinated in him as a puzzle to solve.

"You neglected to mention to her that I would be an exception." She shrugs, as if it should be obvious, leaning her back against the chair as a snooty expression adorns her countenance.

He scoffs. "You think after a couple of links that you're an exception?"

"Out of the roster I'd say I'm the most consistent contestant. You agree to be on my show thirty-seven percent more than others on average."

Anakin tilts his head forward to peer at her through his brows curiously, "Oh, so you're keeping tabs on me, huh?" There he goes again, being that charming smooth-talker that can tongue-tie her in seconds. It's frustrating.

Warm color blooms on Zena's cheeks, and she rallies. The stumble is noted by her counter-part, who scans her vulnerable figure in her usual professional attire. Her legs crossed neatly over one another in a pencil skirt and heels is practically smoothed over as if his piercing blue gaze was a large hand. "That's not—"

"I get it." He pinches his shoulder to his neck with a sniff of his nose, swiping at it with his thumb as he glances to the side. "We both know you've got a little thing for me. Look, I was just showing up to do my job. It's not my fault you got the rights to me during the run of the series."

Without thinking, Zena blurts out, "Are you always so self-centered?"

The corner of his lips quirk up. "Only when it helps me get a read on my opponent." Once more, Zena is rendered speechless. She's been trying to decipher this guy since day one and all she's managed to do is grant him insider access to her own mind. Anakin takes advantage of her reticence, gesturing to her camera with an incline of his head and his curls bounce from the motion. "Forgot to turn on the camera." he points out to her. Her gaping mouth cannot be occupied by a single word, and he takes it one step further. "I like your glasses. New pair?"

#ch: zenakin #indy shoots the shit #thanks for the msg!! #anon: 🪐 #indy: drabbles #anakin x zena #zenakin drabble #anakin skywalker drabble #anakin skywalker prompt #anakin skywalker x oc #anakin skywalker imagine #anakin skywalker fic #anakin skywalker fanfic #anakin x oc #anakin imagine #anakin fic #anakin fanfiction #ch: adultfilm!anakin

[peppermintbits]

These Chips Are Not Correct

Hello, recently I made the decision to use this blog not as simply my back-up for if Twitter died like so man other did, but as a way to finally put out my writing work. Some quick facts about me: I'm a senior at The New School(Support your Union's people) studying Creative Writing and entertainment writing, I went to FIT and got my associates there in Illustration. I have been writing fiction and nonfiction for years with my focus being on in depth, layered characters and worlds of fantasy/scifi or just plain not normal reality. I am a lover of research and analysis. I am aspiring to write for television and maybe publish my own novels. I am a huge nerd. Above is a link to an art-book-themed writing assignment I did for a class this past fall semester. It's going to serve as a small intro to my art, my mind, and my inner mechanisms for a first post. I have plenty of pros I could also post but I think something that's more personal and open may serve as a greeting to this page.

I've got plenty of ways to share my illustrative work but almost none to share my creative writing. The first hit to my psyche at this realization was when my career advisor asked if I had any publicly posted or published work for my resume and I realized I had none. Nothing. All these years of D&D text rp and personal/school writing and I'd never put anywhere outside my bubble. Well no more. I may not have any magazines or papers with my name in them yet but I have this and a pile of google doc files. I want people to see I have something to offer.

I know I won't get an audience overnight, that my friends will be my biggest fans for a while, but soon at least someone who may want to hire me or give me a chance can see I can do this. See that I can write. Also have this quick carrd link because I spent too much time making it look pretty and it shows my visual art/other socials: https://s-carboni-peppermintbits-intro.carrd.co/

#creative writing #creativewriters #original work #introduction #illustration #artbook #assignment #college writing #finals #am i using tags correctly? #hi

[sea-side-scribbles]

Fanfiction: You Always Meet Twice

Link to ao3

Chapter 26

Nick kept his distance from Morrie, supposedly unsure about his intentions. Morrie hoped that being calm and patient would be enough to melt the ice. “What direction would you like to go this time?”, he asked with a smile. Nick only shrugged, barely looking anywhere. “Where's the next currant bush?” “Ah, right...”, Morrie answered, careful not to sound amused. He indeed wasn't feeling like making fun of him. They then began their search for a bush. Morrie had an idea where they would be successful. One of the many wonders around these berries was, that they tended to grow back after some time. If one remembered a spot, they'd have a renewable storage. Since Morrie turned out to be right, he could watch Nick wolfing down handfuls of berries and he silently grinned to himself while doing so.

His feelings puzzled him. He must've been crazy, grinning like an idiot after he had been mad at Nick just a few minutes ago. He had wanted to make Nick feel the pain he had felt. Show him that he wouldn't bow to him again. And now that everything had turned out so well, he was happy. He was happy to have Nick back, to have his trust again. He hadn't liked how he sat outside, possibly putting himself in danger or doing something stupid. He wanted him save. Perhaps it was his pride, he mused. Yes, he simply wanted to be a good teacher. Everything good that happened proved that he did the right thing, so he told himself and he allowed himself to grin again.

Nick noticed him. “What's so funny?” Promptly Morrie's smile fell he busied himself to look casual. “Er, nothing. Really, nothing this time. Don't worry.” “Hmm...If it's a good joke I'd love to hear it”, Nick said playfully. “Er...no, not a joke.” He snatched a leave from the grass and folded it nervously, needing a distraction. Nick didn't stop looking at him. “Do you know any jokes?” Morrie pondered. “What's a Downer at the bottom of the sea?” “Not that one. A real joke.” Morrie eyed the grass. “I'm not good at this.” He added: “What's a Wellie at the bottom of the sea?” Nick snorted. “I don't know.” “I don't either. Probably some idiot thinking they're having a good time.” “While drowning?” “Sure. They're not a Downer, they always have a good time.” Morrie thought this was too dark for this happy moment. Did he ruin it?

“You know what he is?”, Nick said now. “What?” Nick grinned. “A Drowner.” Morrie slapped his forehead while Nick laughed out loud. “That hurts.” Nick said chuckling: “You shouldn't slap yourself so hard then.” “Not that, the pun!”, Morrie complained even though he found it funny. “It's funnier than yours”, Nick teased. “Ah, I didn't really try.” ”Admit it, I won this round.” Morrie found his smile back. “Yes, you did.”

Nick happily munched more berries and the Wastrel eat a few too. When his glance fell back at his companion, he commented: “I should call you bluebeard.” Nick looked up, startled. “Why?” A gesture told the rockstar that he had smeared the currant juice all over his face again. “Hey, it's not my fault I need to eat these!” “Still, the name is fitting.” “Noo!” Nick wiped his cheeks, only making more of a mess. Then something else shocked him. “Oh, no.” He palpated his outgrowing moustache. With an embarrassed expression, he asked: “You don't happen to have a razor somewhere?” “Only my knife.” “Uh...Could I borrow it when we're back? I really don't like this.” “Everyone looks like this.” “But I don't wanna look like everyone! I wanna look like me!” Morrie also liked Nick's usual appearance, so he said: “Fine, I give you a chance. But I'll guide you, so you won't cut yourself into pieces.” Nick made an unsure noise. “I'll do my best.”

“It's a shame we didn't find a useful knife in that house. Someone must've scavenged it already”, Morrie thought out loud. “A razor would've been nice, too.” “Yeah.” “I'm afraid we'll have investigate another one of these one day. We still need supplies.” Nick's face fell. “Not now, of course. Another day.” “Okay. Rather one without creepy music, if that's possible.” The other man snorted. “We'll see.” Nick now leaned back against a rock. He seemed to be sated and thinking about something. “Morrie, can we visit the village one day?” Morrie sighed. He didn't like that place. But was it a good idea to keep Nick away from other people? He needed to learn how to act around them. He might need them anyway later, when he would leave. “What do you hope to find there?” “Nothing, I just...I didn't care to look at it when we went through after the...You know...And I...I wanna see it for myself.”

Morrie pondered. In bright daylight, and with Nick in rags, what could even happen? He'd make sure they wouldn't stumble into Headboy territory. These fuckers invaded new places without warning. “Okay. When you're ready. It's a long walk after all.” “I am ready. I feel better every day.” “So you mean, tomorrow?” “Sure.” Morrie pondered more. Did he trust Nick enough to go there again? Well, until now, the rockstar had never tried anything stupid. He wouldn't go astray. A few warnings beforehand would suffice. “Okay, then. If you feel good enough tomorrow. We'd have to get up early again and then we'll see if you even get your eyes open.” Nick mumbled a few protests but in the end, he understood. Still, Morrie mentally prepared himself for a trip because he would happen eventually.

Back home, Morrie helped Nick, gladly cutting some of the blue hairs away and making him look more like his old, pretty self.

For no particular reason of course.

He didn't notice how Nick's heart fluttered when Morrie stood close behind him. When he brought his hand near to his skin to show him how to hold the knife. He didn't notice that Nick barely heard his explanations. Nick found it merely impossible to shave himself without a mirror, but he liked how Morrie checked on him and confirmed that he was looking good.

They had tea together since Nick had missed it the first time and the rockstar managed not to make the tall man angry or get on his nerves. He even smiled. Nick loved it when Morrie smiled. All the time, Nick racked his brains trying to find out who this man was. It was at the tip of his tongue, his stomach tickled so much he could barely get the hot drink down.

He went to bed early, lying about being tired. He wasn't tired at all. He was too nervous to shut his eyes. But he needed some time alone to think. He rolled to the side and lay awake until night fell. Through the window, he noticed an odd glow from outside, but he didn't care to observe it. From his position, he didn't see what was outside, except for a tiny glimpse of a starry sky. His mind was occupied with the mysterious Wastrel. He knew that name.

Morrie Memento.

The answer was so close. Somewhere in his crowded mind full of images, full of faces he once knew and then forgot. People came and went in his life and he had paid less and less attention to them. Then Joy had made him forget them all. Before his breakdown, his glorious past had been nothing but a foggy mess in his head. Even his present had consisted of endless days full of nothing. Hanging around in his empty shell of a home, a never ending circle of highs and depressions. A prisoner of his own mind. What had made him even leave the house? Right, he noticed he had run out of Joy. He had gone outside for a mood booth. The irony made him chuckle, his lungs painfully cramping. Had he been less of a good citizen, he'd still be there. Withering away.

He gasped, forcing his lungs to open. He had been done for. His band gone, his manager fired, his fans outraged and fighting a divorce case that would taken even more of him if he lost. He left all of this behind him. For the first time, he saw his new life as a second chance. He still wished to go back home and make everything better, to show his fans that he still was their Golden God. But actually, his fate had brought him here and saved his life. And he had found this...this man, who was connected to him.

Again, he tried to remember, listing all the possible options. That intense glare out of brown eyes...it caused a tingle in the back of his head, but something was still off. Morrie couldn't be one of his latest band members, because no one of them had dared to glare at him like that. But then again, the only ones he remembered looking at him like that were his first band members, his childhood friends that he had abandoned and Morrie wasn't one of them either. As foggy as his mind was, he'd recognize their faces. So what made him special?

He was special, no doubt. He knew these eyes, even though they belonged to a madman now. A rough madman with a beautiful body. And the sweetest smile... Yeah, the smile... The tingle grew stronger. He was on the right path. Didn't he hold that face in his hands once? Didn't he taste that skin? Nick gasped again. Memories washed over him, awakening a desire, a heat that made him clutch the bed in sudden agitation. The glimpse of an unfulfilled dream, then betrayal and anger. His heart pounded. No, no, not him!

He sat up, panting and hugging himself. That had been so long ago! A young man, eager to prove himself. A skinny, innocent little thing. His jumpiness had been charming. His talent promising. What a fairy tale! The innocent freshman, who would see him as he really was, who would accept the real Nick and give him true, selfless love. Nick's heart ached now. No wonder that Joy had deleted this painful memory first. In truth, Morrie had used him just like the others. He had seen all his mistakes and weaknesses and decided to crush Nick instead of helping him. It was a tough business, Nick knew that better than anyone else. Survival of the fittest and all that shit. And the 'fittest' from Nick had been to fire him. Oh, how the man had struggled afterwards.

He had just vanished, right? Nick didn't remember a famous musician called Morrie Memento. He now felt pity for him. Such a talented man. And he pitied himself. Wouldn't have hurt to surrender, to be twisted around that man's little finger. His glorious days had been over anyway. They would've had a few more beautiful moments together. Perhaps Morrie would've had mercy and kept him around. Morrie would've been a different kind of god, but a very thrilling one. A challenge maybe.

Nick regretted that he hadn't accepted the challenge. It could've made him stronger and he could've earned Morrie's respect. His love. Another fairy tale right there. He felt twisted. He wasn't the type to surrender his entire being to a man who didn't love him back. To give up all his pride. But considering his fate, his inevitable downfall, it could've been the better choice. All he had wanted was Morrie's love.

He didn't even fight for it, though. He had been so weak. Firing him had been his only option. Desperate, but it had been his only chance for survival back then. Morrie would've crushed him. And now he was back? Was he really the same man? Nick pressed his eyes shut. There hadn't been another Morrie in his life, so it must be him. How very ironic, to end up back in his hands. To be at his mercy again.

He wondered if Morrie remembered everything they did. What he made him do. From this new perspective, Morrie didn't seem to be so rough at all. His revenge could be way worse. For now, the Wastrel really tried to teach him something. He surely didn't like him around, but he was trying his best to act sensibly. He was scary sometimes, but...that might just be him being a Wastrel. After all, he was nice sometimes too. He comforted him, made him feel better when the truth was too much to handle.

Did he overcome their past? Did he accept his defeat? If not, he might still be dangerous.

Nick knew he could run away. He knew the way to the village. He could run away and ask for help there. But firstly, would they even help him? And secondly, he didn't want to run. He had been given this chance and he wanted to make the best out of it. Perhaps they both were wiser now. Perhaps this was their chance to make it better. Nick settled down with this thought. He'd show Morrie that he was worth keeping around. That he wasn't a selfish idiot. He'd get up early and be his best self. With that thought, he closed his eyes.

#you always meet twice #we happy few #nick lightbearer #morrie memento #nickxmorrie #nick x morrie #the garden district #gardendistrict #garden district #wehappyfew #whf #whf nick #whfnick #nicklightbearer #morriememento

[forgettenshiloh]

don't know what to call it

I think my friends are right, i'm delusional as shit. they actually don't even know the whole story. I'm losing it. maybe the regret is eating me alive. Maybe i have forgotten what it's like to feel what I used to feel. You created a lot of things inside me but when i left i lost a lot of who i used to be. i'm always running. i wish i could still have you as a friend or anything. there is not another you anywhere in this world. these people are all blank and empty. they only know what they have been told and half of it is lies because these fuckers are sneaky, or their parents were my bad and they raised a bunch of clueless motherfuckers that don't know how to think. now i understand why you were so angry when talking about things sometimes. i get it now, i just wanted to enjoy the fact that ignorance is bliss at the time and i always had you to lean on or that's what i was counting on. i would have followed you into the dark. until i felt like i became your dark. and now that dark that i believed i once was, well now i really am it and i'm miserable. i'm not weak so don't get it twisted i'm still trying but fuck it's a nightmare and i miss you. now i have two kids, it'll never work. but i can dream and remember and nobody has to know how delusional i am so ha! i'm debating on sending this link to you one day, at first i wanted to reach out because i need you so fiercely but maybe not. i feel like if i write every reason there ever was for my mistakes that you would deserve to get that closure but it never works out like that so maybe i'm just spilling my guts because i need it to be anywhere but in my head and eating a big ass black hole in my heart. ah ha i've found my way back to selfishness, how funny is that. this isn't about me, no more than it has to be. i wish that one day i could reach out and just tell you how amazing you are but i can't. god i'm so stupid, you made me feel so special and i had to give it up because i knew someone like me didn't deserve it not because i was bad but because i'd just never get you, you'd never get me in some ways. like trying to put something square in a round hole, it just wouldn't work. i just freaked out, i figured you'd go find someone that was meant for you and i would go find what i was predetermined to end up with and i found it. you did get your wishes full filled there. i did get hurt, for years in all the ways you said i would. why did i do this? i wish i could run to somewhere safe and that's just me, i have to improvise and figure it out and i've been through so much i can't even cry anymore. i miss that me, before, so naive but more lovable than i am now. i'm scared if i cry that i won't be able to stop. that song controls you showed me, it was so spot on, i was just in this weird place where nothing made sense and i was just going through the motions and didn't know why i wanted to die, i didn't know anything else. i didn't see the black and white, i seen the ins and outs of making it through a fucking nightmare and that's all there was to life. i thought it just sucked. i didn't even realize that i'd never find someone who was such a deep person again. a real person, not a shell or the human version of a paper Mache piece of bullshit crap. sorry i'm ruining the vibe here with my cry baby shit, not so much shiloh today. just you and me on my mind.

#youmeandnotsomuchshilohtoday

[h0neyp0tat0]

!! MINORS DON'T INTERACT, THERE WILL BE 18+ STUFF ON THIS BLOG !! I'll block ageless blogs !!

I haven't written anything really for yeeeeaaaars and only ONCE posted any of it anywhere online. I realized that I need to stop thinking about how I SHOULD write and just. WRITE! 'Cause I'll never improve, if I don't even begin

♡❤About Me❤♡

| Enby | They/Them | 30 years old | AuDHD | J-Fashion lover | Artist | Panromantic | Graysexual | Non-American |

⋆✦Rules/Info✦⋆

I don't have much experience and I'm not 100% sure what way I'll be going with this blog, so I don't exactly take requests. But if you DO decide to send one, then please have patience with me, my AuDHD brain and lack of skill/experience-

I'll write one-shots, drabbles, imagines,headcanons, reacts, etc. the usually shorter stuff. I may have my own headcanons about certain things, but I'm willing to entertain the "what-ifs", even if it's not canon-friendly, is an unpopular fan opnion or doesn't match-up with my own. Will help me try new things too.

Under the "Read-More" link, you'll find the lists over what I will and won't write~

✔Things I WILL/CAN write✔

Romance, Queer Platonic & Platonic/Familiar relations

Polyamory, Monogamy and Non-monogamy of other kinds

I'll try my hand at any gender identity and sexual/romantic orientation to the best of my abilities and with some research. I will however use they/them pronouns as the default

Likewise, I'll try my hand at neurodiversity, autoimmune diseases, disabilities, etc. but if I feel that research isn't enough, I may put a pin in it for later

This also goes for specific religions/culture/races/heritages/etc. I'd like to be able to write for any type, but as someone with a somewhat "unusual" family background myself, I know things can get super varied and specific. So I rather wait, than write something that is based on flawed understanding

Fluff

Comfort

Character react to Subculture!Reader and SpecificFashion/Aesthetic!Reader

HCs of Character as Subculture!Character and SpecificFashion/Aesthetic!Character

Smut (will be tagged as "H0rney" or "H0rneyp0tat0" ): - BDSM and Vanilla both - Sub!Character x Dom!Reader (switches included) - Dom!Character x Sub!Reader (switches included here too) - Petplay - CG/L, Mommy/Daddy Kink, whatever you wanna call it - Some CNC!kink and paraphilias that can be accomplished in a consensual and safe manner (use/mention of safewords, included aftercare, mention of prior discussion/planning, etc. to show consent. Think; somnophilia scenario that has been agreed upon beforehand, choking where the dom keeps track of the color in sub's face or make substitutions for safeword if they suddenly have difficulties talking, etc. I'm pretty limited in what I'll go with but you can throw in a suggestion/thirst if you want to.)

If a Character (or a PC) is a minor in the original media, then the most anyone will get, beyond Platonic/Familiar, is AgedUp!Character or Puppy Love (no encouragement if significant agegap or it will be something like "Character x Reader meeting/knowing each other when they were children and having a crush" stuff)

✘Things I WON'T write✘

Anything too ark and gory (at least, it will not be graphic or specific. It'll at most refer to Reader's past trauma) like torture, miscarriages, etc.

Paraphilias (based on the definition of extreme and dangerous, without consent and with intention of harm and/or abuse), actual beastality, rape or the like

Scat, ABDL, urination (Ain't gonna shamekink, but I simply can't get into these enough to actually think up anything I'd write)

This list may change over time (though it is likely just to add to it or rephrase) Anything not on the list, you can feel free to ask about but I make no promises

#h0neyp0tat0 #rules #info #pinned post #about me

[venteamocha]

Hello! Sometimes I see you post stuff from IF blogs and I've recently started playing some IF games, which I've enjoyed so far. Do you have any IF stories you'd recommend in particular? I'm not attached to any particular genre and I don't need romance or a self-insert main character, (though I'm not opposed to either). Though, it's a definite plus if it's LGBTQ+ inclusive! I'm not really sure what the "cornerstones" are of IF so I'll take any and all recommendations haha

Oh god, I play so many IFs. So many. And it’s not even close to all of them, but I’m trying!!

Tbh IFs without romance seems to be very rare, I think because when I think IF I think Choice of Games, and those pretty much always have romance in them. At least, the most well known ones do. But a well done one without romance would be nice too!

Okay, this is a list of my favourites! They’re all LGBT+ inclusive, and most have gender selectable love interests, or at least ones that change gender depending on the gender and sexuality combination you pick. In no particular order, of course.  Behind a cut because I’m gonna give them each a mini review. Because I haven’t done that yet.

(There are so many.)

Mind Blind: I absolutely love our big brother Nick, I love how witty and sharp so much of the dialogue is, I love how the MC clearly has a rather large handicap, but is still such an important person to so many people and not looked down on in the slightest. And when they are, we all know it’s because that person is a jerk! They’re not defined by what they aren’t, but what they are, and that’s a great message.

Shepherds of Haven: Part of why I love this one so much is I just love fantasy settings and this one just pulls it off so well. The cast is full of amazing characters, and I gotta say I die inside pretty regularly for not being able to afford the patreon content, lol. The author puts so much amazing stuff on there, and gives us so much great content in the game and through answers on tumblr, and you can tell this whole thing is just the best thing ever to them, and that makes it the best ever for us readers too!

The Wayhaven Chronicles: I’d be shot if I didn’t mention this one, the series that literally killed dashingdon when the book 3 demo dropped!! Again, another author that cares a lot and does their best to do right by their fans. We’ve been given drip after drip of these amazing characters backstories, and I just cannot wait for more! It’s definitely very romance centered, but the overall plotlines are also very good, and I have to say that no matter who I romance, I just feel like the group as a whole is a family. And that’s wonderful.

Speaker: I really like the lore. I really like the lore. I can’t wait until we get more of the overall plotline. Mostly I want my Speaker to get in deep trouble so Seb, Li and Seer (best sister ever) go off and beat the shit out of whatever is causing it. This probably says something about me, but what can I say, I thrive on angst and inflicting near death injuries on my OCs. Sometimes I even kill them, although all of this is offtopic. Or is it? I guess we’ll find out, although I doubt we’ll actually be able to kill off Speaker. And yes, I am definitely playing the Seb & Li poly route. I love them both so much. 

Wilhelmina: I love vampires, ok? Ok? And this one is based off Dracula!! The OG!! And you can choose Drac’s gender!! Shit, sign me up forever!! Yeah, she might be literally killing my bff, torturing my fiancé and low key fucking with my mind, but vampires are hot!! Let me live! Or not. But yeah, this is a really well done retelling of the Dracula novel and I like how well it works as an IF. Did I mention I like vampires?? Especially when they get all monstery?? (This one has an MC with a set gender, as it’s based on an already existing literary figure. Mina can have a same sex relationship with dracula, if you make drac a female, or with Lucy, a female love interest.)

More Things in Heaven and Earth: Hi Nell!! First off, I gotta uncover a deep shame of mine. My family literally has a Shakespeare heirloom collection. As in, my greatgrandfather passed down through the family a collection of Shakespeare that was published in 1911. In ye olde englishe. I tried to read it when I was like 10 and was like what language is this?? What the fuck? What the fuck??? And ended up reading As You Like It, a bit of Romeo and Juliet, and a little of Hamlet. Didn’t touch the rest of it. I only got into the other stories through trashy ya reimaginings. That said, this retelling of Hamlet inspired me to go read the whole of the original and now I have a lot of fears for these characters that I’m so much more attached to, oh god I hope my Ophelia has a happy ending. I hope Hamlet himself has a happy ending. The dialogue is so well done, everyone is engaging, and yeah it made me finish an old af book when nothing else did. (This one also has an MC with a set gender, female, for the same reason. However, there are two gender variable love interests, so you can very much play a bi or gay Ophelia if you so choose.)

Guenevere: I love King Arthur. All the myths. I have so many books based on the King Arthur mythos, oh dear god. I love pretty much every version of it. All the movie and tv shows too! I just can’t get enough of those knights. I could go on for paragraphs about how courtly love worked and how all the different social castes were, but I’ll try not to. This series lets you customize Guen as a character to an amazing degree, considering that she’s also based on an actual literary figure like the other two I mentioned above. It really feels like she becomes your own character, and yet she still exists within this world very very well. I worry quite a bit that the author might have bit off more than they can chew with the current book they’re working on, what I’ve seen of it looks absolutely massive in scale. What is out so far is a wonderful read though, full of drama and laughter and lots of chances to make the story your own.

Bastard of Camelot: Yep! Another King Arthur series! Sue me! This one lets you set Mordred’s gender though, so it’s more inclusive in that way. It is very interesting to play as one of the “bad guys” of the King Arthur mythos. You can play them as straight up evil, as good, or you know, a bit of column a and a bit of column b. Or they can just be a rude little shit. It’s got dragons too! You get a dragon pet! Dragons are cool. It can be a bit tough to play sometimes, since a lot of people dislike Mordred quite a lot because of prejudices. Hopefully this will change a bit later in the series if you’ve been a fairly good person up to that point. Gotta say though, as a warning, that Mordred is a product of incest. It’s not glossed over, and it does cause a lot of problems for them in the story.

God of the Red Mountain: I just love that this inspired me to read more chinese mythology tbh. There is just so much here! And it’s just such a good read. I wish I was better at describing things. The MC being a spirit that you can define, the whole setting, most of the love interests also being spirits, the massive amount of history and culture and lore, how it all fits together. It is such a well done story. I really wish it got more attention than it does. I still miss Big Sister. I still can’t wait to find out more about the foxes, and how we can heal our MC.

The Nameless: Another one that lets you play as something otherworldly. I love the lore behind this one, and I love all of the cast I’ve met. I kind of like that our MC isn’t loved right off the bat, that we’ll have to win over all of our love interests and even the other npcs. I’m up for the challenge! Everything I’ve read on the tumblr for these characters just makes me love them all more tbh. I love how much they’ve written for all of them! Most of all though, I love Oisein. All the art of them is just *chef kiss* and their personality is magical.

A Mage Reborn: This is a really recent one but!! Wow, it’s really well done! That cliffhanger!! Oof!! Not many books literally start with killing your MC off! That takes guts! I told the author this already, but I love the way they formatted this, the way it starts with the end, so to speak, and then fills it all out. It just made everything feel so poignant, how MC is literally looking back at all these moments in time in the last minutes they have before they die. Shit. That’s powerful. And there’s gonna be more??? Can’t wait for that angst. Give me that drama. Of course I picked the one who had me killed, that’s just how I am!

These are all just the COG type games, there are a few twine games with graphics I’d throw on here, but the list is long enough as it is and they feel like they’re in a different category to me. Maybe it’s just me?

#if #if recs #rivi's recs #interactive fiction #there are more than these that i like too! #these are just the ones i feel the strongest about #and as i said these don't include the itchio twine ones #there are amazing ones there too but that feels like it should be a separate post? #i'd put links but i think it won't show up anywhere if i do #because tumblr is A Site #i can pass them on though if needed

[swanimagines]

[x] IMAGINE BEING AN ARTIST AND KAZ LETTING YOU PAINT HIS BACK.

requested by @kitty0621

(Note: this places itself years into relationship with Kaz and overcoming his phobias and traumas, so he's kind of ok with reader touching him, but he's not a cuddle monster or anything, don't worry XD I don't write for cuddle monster Kaz)

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"No, absolutely not." Kaz grumbled and walked out of your little atelier. You let out a whine, following him as he started making his way back to the attic.

"Please? We can wash it off after. I'd just like to try how it is to paint on skin."

"I already said no." he sighed. "Ask Jesper."

You let out an amused huff. "Do you really think he'd stay still?"

Kaz groaned. "Ask Matthias. Nina. Wylan. Inej."

You snorted at Matthias, but then shrugged. "Nina could be willing."

"Good, then ask her." he said and opened his door. "Come back when you're done, I need to go over the plan with you."

"Of course. I'd come back even if you didn't ask, though." you smiled at him and took a hold of his hand briefly before you started descending the stairs. Kaz looked at you go for a moment and then made his way back to the office.

Inej, Jesper and Wylan were at the bar counter, but you didn't see Nina anywhere. It was odd, she was usually there with the rest of the Crows at this time of evening.

"Where's Nina?" you asked, and Jesper shrugged.

"She and Matthias left somewhere some hours ago. Judging by their giggles, they're spending the night... elsewhere. What I gathered, they're celebrating something," Jesper told you and you groaned.

"Why today of all days?" you muttered and made your way back to Kaz's office, slumping on your armchair and Kaz lifted his gaze to you.

"Didn't Nina want to be painted either?" he asked, and you shrugged.

"Can't ask. She and Matthias left somewhere some hours ago. Jesper said they're going to spend the night together because they're celebrating something."

Kaz cocked a brow. "Celebrating what?"

"Anniversary? No, it can't be their anniversary yet. Ugh. I don't know," you groaned. "I was so excited, and this would have been a calm evening. But maybe another time..."

Kaz was quiet for a moment, before he sighed. "All right. You can paint my back this one time."

You couldn't believe your ears. "What?"

"This one time. It's just this one time. I won't be your canvas for the rest of your works, and I won't go around showing it to everyone like Nina would," Kaz continued, and you broke into a wide smile.

"Really?" you excitedly asked, and Kaz couldn't help but smile slightly. "You can decide the topic, then. I'll get my things. Come to the atelier when you can."

You hopped to your atelier to get your stuff ready and it didn't take long for Kaz to join you. You pulled up two chairs for yourself and him.

"Take off your shirt and we can begin," you smiled and Kaz started unbuttoning his shirt, soon sitting on the chair backward, leaning his arms on the backrest as you sat behind him. "What do you want me to paint?"

Kaz thought for a moment. "Your favorite memory of us."

You giggled. "Wow. That's cheesy from you."

"It just popped into my mind." he smirked and rested his chin on his hand. "How long is this going to take?"

"Long enough that if you need to use the bathroom, you should use it now," you replied, putting your supplies ready.

Kaz nodded with a small sigh. "All right. You can begin then."

"It might tickle at first, but try to stay still." you told him.

You dipped the brush to your black paint, faintly mixing it with the white one. You already knew what memory you were choosing - that evening Kaz had held hands with you for the first time. You had watched a beautiful sunset together, something rare in Ketterdam to see, but Kaz hadn't looked at it. He had looked at you, eyes so full of love and admiration, and he had taken off his glove, linking his hand with yours. It had been very brief and you almost didn't register it, believing it was just hopeful thinking, but you had glanced down just before he pulled away with a slight hitch in his breath and put his glove back.

You were painting yourself and Kaz as silhouettes against a beautiful, orange sunset, with a ship peeking from the right and some houses from the left. The memory was carved into your mind and you could remember it clear as day, even when it had been over five years from that moment.

Kaz didn't really talk during you painting, something you were grateful for. Nina likely couldn't shut up, making it harder especially if she'd laugh. She always made you both laugh, that's why you hadn't taken her as your first choice.

It took about two and half hours before you made your last stroke, leaning back to check your work one last time.

"It's finished," you told Kaz and started putting your supplies away, nodding towards a small space beside your pile of empty canvases. "The mirror is that way if you want to see."

Kaz stood up, making his way towards the mirror and you saw him frown before he started to smile slightly.

"Do you like it?" you questioned and Kaz nodded.

"I almost feel sorry for having to wash it off," he said quietly and you giggled.

"Aw, is that a compliment?"

"You could say that," Kaz smirked, making his way back to you. "I... it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. I kind of liked it."

"So... does that mean that I can use your back as a canvas again if I want?" you asked, and Kaz raised his eyebrows before he smiled softly, giving his answer that way.

#kaz brekker #kaz brekker x reader #kaz brekker imagine #kaz brekker x y/n #kaz brekker x you #shadow and bone #shadow and bone imagine #shadow and bone x reader #sab #sab imagine #sab x reader #my works #imagine #imagines #female reader #reader insert #gif imagine #sab gif imagine

[natbarzal]

Tyson Jost - Wake up - Pt. 2

Part 1

hey guys! here with part 2 of the Josty fic💜thank you so much for the reblogs and replies on the first part, it really means a lot to me when I know that someone actually enjoys something that I wrote, you know? anyway, I hope you won't be disappointed😂💞

I'm sorry in advance for any possible mistakes, feel free to correct me if you find anything😊

genre: sad at first, then it goes📈

warnings: some swear words

word count: 1.4k

*not my gif

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Tyson's pov:

"Hey Tyson, you wanna go for drinks tonight?" Mikko asked and as he, Andre and I exited the locker room after a game.

"Yeah, you should come, you haven't been out with us in forever." Andre agreed with him as we began walking towards the exit into the parking lot.

"I can't. I'm going to see Y/n." I told them, looking down at my phone, missing the way they glanced at each other.

"Tyson.." Andre said in kind of a nervous way, making me look up at him. "Bro, it's been two years. According to the doctors, the chance that she's ever going to wake up is small.." he trailed off, leaving me confused.

"Where exactly are you going with this?" I stopped walking and narrowed my eyes at him and he looked at Mikko for help.

"Tyson, it's just.. we think that maybe you should.. start moving on." Mikko said sadly, placing his hand on my shoulder.

I was shocked. I knew the chances of Y/n waking up weren't too big, but still, the thought of moving on and finding someone new never even crossed my mind for a second.

"What?" I asked him, not believing what I just heard one of my best friends say.

"Come on Tyson. If you're not at practice or a game, you're at the hospital. You can't live like this forever." Andre said.

"Are you two fucking serious right now?" I asked them, angrily shrugging Mikko's hand off my shoulder.

"Tyson-" Mikko started but I cut him off as I gave both men in front of me an angry look.

"No, no, I've heard enough. I'm not going anywhere with you. Enjoy your fucking night." I snapped at them before leaving them behind to go to my car and driving to the hospital.

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I walked into the hospital, saying hello to the lady at the front desk before walking straight into the direction of Y/n's room.

After I got to her room and closed the door behind myself, I let out a sigh and rubbed my face with my hands before looking at Y/n and sitting down on the chair beside her bed, taking her hand into mine, bringing it to my lips and kissing the back of her palm - it has become kind of a habit by now.

She looked better now. The bruises and scratches were long forgotten, her leg was healed too. She looked as if she was sleeping. A pretty deep sleep indeed.

Every free minute I got over the last two years were spent here with her, hoping that God would hear my wishes and that she would finally come back to me.

I desperately needed her to wake up. I haven't felt genuinely happy in the last two years, the fact that she's not gone forever and that she still might wake up one day being the only thing keeping me sane. Still to this day I cry myself to sleep, thinking about what it could've been like if the accident never happened.

I looked at her face as my tears start to flow freely down my cheeks. Her lips, there's nothing in this world I wouldn't do to see them smile again. Her eyes, those beautiful eyes that held this little twinkle every time you looked into them. I would kill to be able to look into those eyes right now.

"Why are you doing this to me Y/n?" I asked her through my tears, well aware that I won't get an answer. "I always told you I wouldn't able to live without you. I can't lose you, you know that." I stopped, taking a shaky breath, trying to keep myself from breaking down completely.

"You can't leave me. Please don't leave me Y/n. The boys told me today that I should move on. But I don't want to move on. I love you and I always will, I don't want to spend my life with anyone but you." I croaked out, a few sobs escaping me. "Please come back to me. Please, please wake up. I need you to wake up my love." I whispered and hung my head low, still holding her hand as I let it all out, the only sounds heard in the room being the steady beeping of the machine showing her heart rate and my quiet sobs.

Suddenly, I felt her fingers move. I picked my head up to look at her face, but her eyes were still closed. Was my mind just playing tricks on me?

I looked back down at our linked hands and I felt it again. This time a little more firmly, her fingers grasped mine. My heart started beating incredibly fast and I looked up again, only to see those gorgeous eyes I thought I'd never see again looking back at me.

"Y/n?" I whispered, tears falling, hoping this wasn't just a dream. She couldn't speak due to being intubated, so she just grasped my hand a little stronger and gave me a soft, tired smile as tears started escaping her eyes too. I quickly pressed the button behind Y/n, alarming the nurse that something happened and then reached my hand up to her face, caressing it gently. She closed her eyes and leaned into my touch.

"Oh angel.." I said quietly and leaned closer to her, closing my eyes and placing a long kiss into her hair. "I thought I lost you." I added after I put my chin on top of her head.

Seconds later the door to her room opened and a nurse came in, stopping in her tracks once she saw that Y/n was awake.

"Oh my god" she said before quickly running out of the room to get a doctor.

After the doctors came in and checked on Y/n, unintubating her while I called her mum to let her know Y/n was awake, we were left alone together once again. The doctors let me know that she wouldn't be able to talk for some time, but that honestly didn't matter to me, I was just happy that I finally had her back.

"I'm so happy you're awake, my love. I really thought I lost you forever." I told her, looking at her lovingly as I tucked some of her hair behind her ear.

"I missed you so fucking much, you have no idea." I said sadly and she looked at me apologetically.

My thoughts suddenly wandered to the little box that I have been carrying around with me for the last two years, having promised myself that I would use it as soon as I got the chance.

"I have something to ask you." I said as I reached into my pocket, Y/n looking at me curiosly. As soon as she saw the little velvet box in my hands, her eyes widened as she looked at me.

"Listen. The two years without you have been fucking hell on earth for me, you know? Everything sucked. I didn't get to look into your eyes or see your beautiful smile for so long and I swear that if I had to go without it much longer, I'd go crazy. I love you so much and I realized just how quickly can everything change, so I promised myself I would do this the first chance I got." Y/n was now full on crying and covering her mouth with her hands. I stood up from the chair, kneeling on the ground beside her bed, opening the box that held a diamond ring, and looked into her eyes. I took a nervous breath before asking the question.

"Y/n Y/m/n Y/l/n, will you make me the happiest person in the entire universe and marry me?" I asked hopefully. Y/n smiled and nodded her head vigorously at me. I took her hand and slipped the ring onto her finger before she grabbed my face and pulled me up to her level so she could kiss me. We kissed for a minute and then pulled away, leaning our foreheads on each other.

"I love you. And I'm never, ever letting you go."

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thoughts? 💜

#tyson jost #josty #nhl imagine #hockey imagine #colorado avalanche #avs #nhl imagines

[ericvilas]

Zelda timelines? In the year of our lord 2021?

It's more likely than you think.

Anyway hear me out. Two canons. Not two timelines, that's a different matter, but two *canons*, two *different canonicities*. One revolves around Ocarina of Time, the other revolves around A Link to the Past. One has mostly 3D games and is made up of direct sequels and prequels, the other has exclusively 2D games and is made up of the retcon shenanigans Capcom concocted to give ALTTP a place.

Ready? Here we go:

(I apologize for making this an image, but Tumblr's formatting destroys any attempts to make this using text. It's the standard branching timeline of the 3D games).

This is just straightforward. TP is implied to be a sequel to OoT, WW and MM are direct sequels to OoT; PH and ST are direct sequels to WW.

I included SS because I think that SS was mostly created with OoT-TP in mind.

In fact, I would even go so far as to argue that you could actually include Breath of the Wild in here, far off in the future of the Adult timeline. You don't have to, of course - BotW is designed to be separate from the rest of the timeline, so far in the future that any timeline is but a distant memory. And that's fair and valid! But if you wanted to place it in the 3D timeline I'd argue it fits in Adult better, as long as you consider the EX DLC treasures as noncanon (which I do).

Either way, this post is not about BotW, and you could get deep into the weeds with the original 2 Zeldas as well, so we won't do that here, and we'll consider those 3 to be "place them wherever you feel they fit best, if you wanna place them anywhere at all".

Now, for the fun part.

Long ago, there existed a prequel/sequel connection between OoT and ALTTP. OoT represented the Imprisoning War, and ALTTP represented the escape of Ganon. However, there were some major inconsistencies. And it all went to hell when Nintendo decided to make a completely new sequel to represent the escape of Ganon: Wind Waker. So ALTTP was left prequel-less.

Enter Capcom.

Their first order of business was to create the Oracles games. Due to the way they ended, it's hinted at being a direct prequel to LA. Or, alternatively, a midquel between ALTTP and LA (the fact that Ganon is dead and Link leaves in a boat, for instance).

Then they made Four Swords and connections between FS and ALTTP, which they then solidified by pulling the same trick they pulled with the Oracles games and creating Four Swords Adventures, a game which they created as a retcon prequel to ALTTP - same map, Ganon wielding the trident of power, Ganon having the same form as in ALTTP...

So many people get mixed up because the Ganon in FSA is almost the Ganon in OoT... but isn't the Ganon in OoT. Honestly he could just be yet another incarnation of the cycle Demise put in motion, one with a more balanced heart that can wield the full Triforce....... But I think it might make a bit more sense for him to be a part of a different canonicity altogether.

And then there's TMC and ALBW, the "ultimate Capcom prequel" and the "ultimate ALTTP sequel", to cap off the ends of the timeline.

So here's my proposal:

TMC - [time passes] - FS - FSA - ALTTP - OoS/OoA - LA - ALBW

This fills in another hole I always wondered about: why Din/Farore/Nayru are the fucking world-creating goddesses in some games but just "oracles" in other games.

And here's the kicker:

All 8 of these games can easily happen without Ocarina of Time.

That is definitely not something you can say about, say, Twilight Princess.

and, similarly, all the 3D games can easily happen without any of these 8.

So that's why I think there's 2 canonicities:

and

And hey. If you really want to merge them, if you feel like they must be combined, because this is Zelda goddammit - I have some good news for you.

See how each of those two have a "time passes" gap right after the first one?

You can interweave them, if you really wanted to. Pick a timeline for FS to go in (I find that Child would work best, leave a big gap after Zant kills Ganondorf for the new cycle of Demise to show up) and just. Slot them in. If you wanted to, why not?

I personally think it works better if you don't actually do that, tbh, but. To each their own.

And I will continue to put BotW at the end of Adult, because fuck it I like Vah Ruta, Vah Nabooris, and Vah Rudania to refer to our Ruto, Nabooru, and Darunia. But I can understand people who don't.

Anyway, that's what I got.

I've been thinking about this for WAYYYYY too many years and honestly? I like this conclusion. No third split, no unnecessarily convoluted plots, no dismissal of everything, it feels right. To me, at least.

If anyone finds any holes please let me know.

#legend of zelda #zelda timeline

[thatoneuserswritingblog]

Part one of Projecting onto Genesis because I can

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This series is just me projecting onto Genesis and saying he has adhd bc I said so, and thank you to the wonderful Beth and two friends who know nothing about FFVII for reading this over for me <3

And for the sake of my own sanity I'm pretending that the deserion never happened, again bc I said so.

AO3 link:

Story under the cut :]

Behaviour 1

When first meeting Genesis you would assume he was just some kid that registered for Soldier, has a love for the poem Loveless that can't be rivaled by anyone and an uncontrollable rage.

From an outside perspective of Genesis you would most likely have seen what he was always described as by others, though from the quick glances in the halls or overheard conversations you could usually bet on the red head to be ranting to his friend about Loveless, or one thing and another. Though he always appeared fixated on the poem he held with such high regards.

When Sephiroth became something akin to a friend to Angeal and Genesis he heard the poem even more, it was endless ranting and raving with quoting it thrown into the mix. But it gave Genesis a flavor to him that just made him feel distinct from many others. And this friendship would stick around and bloom later into the future.

Behaviour 2

Being in a friendlier position with the two gave Sephiroth an odd bonding experience, Angeal seemed similar to many others, or in the way he did certain things, usually just the finer details. Genesis however was a melting pot of experiences, bonding with him was more sharing things that he enjoyed with such intensity you might as well be intimidated just a little.

Among that he always seemed to be moving in some way, if it was fidgeting with something he had in his hands, drumming his fingers against the table, and readjusting in his seat almost constantly. Though there were times where he was uncharacteristically quiet and spaced out, those were the times where he or Angeal had to nudge him back to reality every now and again. It was a surprise he hadn't been kicked from the program before from what Sephiroth was observing.

Behavior 3

To Sephiroth and anyone not by the name of Angeal Hewley, would have found it concerning how much coffee Genesis drank sometimes, it was in an irregular pattern but it did happen every now and then.

Though he did see a slight difference in behaviour, when the coffee consumption was at a relatively regular level Genesis always seemed more aware and less spacey in a way. As if everything was just less organized than usual.

Behaviour 4

Being at company gatherings had always been quite boring, there was never much going on other than keeping the upper plate important people happy with Shinra.

Though it was always at these kinds of gatherings where Genesis seemed uncomfortable in more ways than one, seemingly sticking to Angeal or Sephiroth for as long as he could. He did appear just as confident as usual, if not a bit more.

At the end of it he seemed to practically dash out the doors and back to his apartment at the Shinra tower and that was practically the last he saw of him for the night.

Behaviour 5

To no one's surprise Genesis had gotten both Angeal and Sephiroth to go to an orchestration of the music used in the Loveless productions. The experience had been quite pleasant, Genesis seemed to be almost vibrating in excitement where he stood.

When they entered the music hall the orchestration was to be in and got to the seats in the Shinra owned box, they waited for the concert to start. When it did Genesis gave the most excited applause for the orchestra when they entered the stage, shuffling in his seat occasionally as per usual.

Sephiroth appreciated the music, it was quite wonderful, though he couldn't help but notice the slight discomfort on Genesis's face in the louder parts of the piece. By the end of it Genesis looked like was about to be as excitable as Angeal's puppy was on a daily basis, he couldn't help but smile at his friend.

When they got out of the box to leave and go back to the Shinra tower Sephiroth took notice of a similar face of discomfort, it felt odd to him, it might just be the change in noise levels and bigger crowd, though it felt like a reach to him.

Angeal patted Genesis's shoulder and whispered something in his ear, which made the latter respond by lightly headbutting the former's shoulder.

The Explanation

It had been a relatively quiet evening of reading when there came a knock on Sephiroth's door, standing up and putting the book away on the coffee table he went and answered the door, seeing Angeal standing there. "Hello there Angeal" he stepped aside, letting his friend step inside.

"Hello to you too Sephiroth, I was wondering, could you possibly do me a favor?" this caught Sephiroth slightly off guard, as it was not often that Angeal asked for favors.

"I should be able to, depending on what it is. Why?" he looked at his friend with a questionng look.

"It's quite simple, I'll be gone for a while on a mission soon and I just need you to send a message to Gen every morning until I get back to remind him of the thing." he said simply.

"What 'thing' am I reminding him of?" he gave Angeal a perplexed look.

Angeal hummed in thought and then said "It's not really my place to go saying what it is, but if you need to know I'd go to Genesis if I were you."

"I might just do that if you won't give me the answer, if it's not something bad then I'll be sure to remind him."

"That's understandable, thank you." Angeal gave him a nod as a moved to leave the doorway to go back to his apartment.

The choice to go see Genesis had been made after some thought, leaving his apartment walking with even strides was spent thinking what this 'thing' that Angeal wouldn't clarify on.

Knocking on Genesis's apartment and hear a fumbling over something as the owner of the apartment opened the door. "Why hello there Sephiroth, didn't expect to see you, what brings you here?" he seemed focused on looking anywhere but Sephiroth's eyes.

"Angeal asked me to do something and he wouldn't explain it to me, so I must ask. When he asks me to remind you of 'the thing' what is it that I'm reminding you of?" He gave Genesis a raised eyebrow as he spoke.

This had caught said person off guard, as he beckoned Sephiroth inside, he curiously followed, wondering what was so important, ot secret, that it needed to be discussed in private. Away from the possibly peering eyes of the halls.

"I- uhm, it's uhh, yknow what, it'll be easier to explain if I just show you, hold on for a moment." Seeing Genesis stutter over his words so much was an odd sight to see as the door was closed and soon he dashed off to the hall of his apartment.

Returning soon he held up a small case of medication labeled after the days of the week, all of them seemingly having the same contents, though the days before the present were empty.

"And these are?" He gave Genesis a questioning look, wanting a slightly more indept explenation.

Even with his enhanced hearing he could only hear Genesis's mumbled response, the few words he heard were "they're --- meds, --- need 'em --- better than --- without ---."

"Could you possibly repeat that? I won't judge you, I just want to know what I'm supposed to be reminding you to do and how important it is." He said in a warmer tone.

"I- uhm, it's perscribed and I-uh, really need them" followed by some uncharacteristic stuttering as all eye contact was avoided.

"That's a good enough explenation for now, if you feel more comfortable with telling me some time later I'll be all ears, have a good evening Genesis." He gave him a small smile.

"Oh, uh alright then, good night Seph." He gave his friend a small wave as he left the apartment.

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[hearteyes-for-killmonger]

Breaking Bastion

Another punishment fic for the series. He's coming after EVERY wife because they all get on his nerves lol so just wait. Written for @bastioncarterstevens-udaku

**Edit: An anon was concerned that this could read as Erik being abusive, abusing his power without Bastion's consent. Understandable, but I'd like to say that Bastion is an actual character linked above (I didn't make her up). She's one of the 11 wives of the wifey fics and she's well known as the bratty sub. Check her out. She and Erik are married and he knows her well as her dom. Also, she does consent verbally and nonverbally in this story. There are other fics with Bastion and since this was written FOR and tailored TO her, I didn't go into the specifics of describing their dynamic and safe words. But in the future, I'll include a disclaimer or something to cut down on the confusion. Maybe something like this and the people who already know can scroll pass it, I guess.

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"You been hanging round Henny too much writing checks yo lil bratty ass can't cash," Erik grumbled, irritated. He gripped Bastion tightly by her bun and dragged her forward into his playroom, tossing her inside where she fell quickly to the floor from the force. Stepping over her, he turned on his camera and the footage immediately began to play on the living room's flat screen where the remaining ten wives were gathered. This show was mandatory viewing for all wives and Bastion would serve as the example to all that bratty behavior and explicit mention of other niggas would not be tolerated. Crushes were fine, but lately his wives seemed to go overboard.

"I leave y'all alone and this the shit y'all talk about. Y'all can't handle one dick for more than a couple hours and now you want two?" Shaking his head, this thoughts went to all the times each one of them tapped out, sweating and screaming messes. Pathetic.

"Y'all bitches want that nigga so bad, then go get him. Lil desperate asses. I'm a get a 12th wife. That simple." They hated that idea, he knew it. He had enough trouble with each wife seeming to have about three damn personalities depending on infinite factors. It was like juggling 33 women, and he struggled enough with 11. They wouldn't understand that though and he couldn't help his attraction to psycho ass bitches. Perhaps that was his problem. Charlie had been told him, but he ain't wanna hear it then.

"I ain't tell you to get up," he snapped at Bastion who was lifting from the floor. She instantly slipped back down, but he knew her annoying ass way too well. She acted up purposely when she wanted to be fucked into submission and most of the time it was fine. A little crack about his beard or head here and there, it was all good. The problem came when he heard her refer to herself as Mrs. Neverson as though she didn't have Bastion Carter Stevens-Udaku posted every-damn-where.

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"Is he referring to Tremaine?" Charlie was shook. That's all her sisters talked about lately.

"Oh shit! How he know," Ryley gasped. She had a side bae of her own she was trying to keep low-key.

"It don't even matter. What's he gonna do about it? Nothing." Henny rolled her eyes, unphased.

"Oh you finna find that out right now, sweetheart. You hella faulty for that shit too," Erik spoke to the camera causing Henny to jump to attention. There was something in the room somewhere allowing him to hear the conversation.

"Then do something. I'm not scared of you, patchy ass nigga," Henny fussed.

"Skrr, this ain't about you right now. Shut the fuck up and listen," Erik fired back with a cut it motion to his neck.

"Aw shit," Angel's brows raised. Her man was advancing.

--

"Get the fuck up since you wanna test a nigga like I won't fuck ya tiny ass up." Bastion rose slowly to her feet and Erik's heavy hand returned to grip her bun, pushing her face towards the camera.

"Say ya new chosen name since y'all thought that shit was funny. I wanna laugh too, gone say it."

With his tight grip pulling painfully against her scalp, hesitation sat in her eyes. She was nervous, but she was talking shit before.

"SAY IT," he snarled lowly in her ear as he angled her face for the wives to see.

"Ms. Neverson," she spoke boldly. Showing off.

"Hm," he smirked. "You think that shit's cute. You want me to take my name back. You don't wanna be a Stevens or Udaku? Say the words." He waited for her lips to move but again she hesitated so he pushed her away again, heading to his collection of toys where he returned with a set of handcuffs and specially designed underwear she hadn't seen before.

"Strip," he commanded. "I don't want to," she combatted quickly.

"Bitch, if I have to say it again.. You gone regret it." Every fiber of his being meant the threat, but she'd still push him.

"I'm not afraid of you, Erik. Do what you gotta do."

"Hm," he scoffed, "Well now that I have yo consent."

He approached her and she tried to run but he grabbed her, and gripped her by the neck raising her kicking body in the air.

"When I tell you to do something.. I mean that shit. If you don't wanna be choked out on a fuckin loop.. DO what I tell you to DO." His hand squeezed her throat tightly willing to take it there. It took being choked out and shook twice before she finally agreed. By that time, she was a bit more sluggish. Her turquoise dress came off and then she reached for her matching heels.

"Nah, keep those on. Take off everything else."

The bra came off and then the underwear. Bastion stood with nothing on but her heels, diamond stud earrings, and a diamond tennis bracelet gifted from Erik himself and his eyes roamed her body in approval.

"Don't throw that shit on my floor, bitch, fold it and put it on the surface over there," he gestured to a chest of drawers. "And put these on," he threw her the panties noting her confused face. Every part of her body was committed to memory, but he still liked to gaze upon what he owned, watching her move fluidly back and forth. As far as he was concerned, she wasn't going anywhere. When she returned, new panties on, he stepped closer slapping the cuffs on her wrists, cuffing them behind her back before moving her bracelet to his pocket.

"Kneel." She completely ignored him, but that only made things more interesting. Infinite things he could do to her. He returned to his collection to grab a custom designed harness that he'd engineered himself and a 6-ft leather bullwhip.

"What? Um.. wait. WAIT NO, I'm kneeling.. See?" Her knees quickly buckled and fell to the floor, but it was far too late for that.

"I'm not afraid of you, Erik. Do what you gotta do," he mocked with a smirk before cracking his whip. "You done already said it babygirl." On one side of the harness in his hand was a moderately sized dildo and on the other side, a duster. He inserted the dildo end into Bastion's mouth and strapped it on tightly behind her head, satisfied with the occupation of her mouth.

"And this, my lovely wives," he spoke to the camera before pulling a remote from his pocket, "Is how you silence a brat. Simple. Now, Duster," he hit a button and Bast's eyes went wide as an intense buzzing came from the seat of her panties. "Do your job and clean this room. I want every surface in this room dusted from left to right. Start from the door then go around." He picked up the camera and followed her around as she walked in her heels, lowering her face and bending to sweep the attachment in her mouth over various drawers, tables, and surfaces. Pushing the button again, he smiled as she began to make muffled whimpers and groans and then she paused, swept away by the feeling in her panties. He snapped his whip hitting her ass and she jumped from the sting.

"Get to work, bitch. This ain't it." He snapped the whip across her ass again and she gasped, cleaning intently. "Good bitch. Dust all that shit.. yup," he encouraged capturing her from every possible camera angle as she worked. She looked like she was about to cum so he turned the vibration down and then off until she could move again, then he turned it back on.

"Can y'all guess the lesson in this? ..Since her mouth full and she can't talk?"

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"Shit, you're a sadist? That's what I get," Josephine said, as the whip snapped again. Aly'sha looked at Henny who was staring down at her own nails, not wanting to look. "It's what she deserves," Aly'sha whispered unphased. She was eating Cheetos.

"You're cleaning up this house," Angel guessed enraptured by what was on the screen. Kimora was laying on Ryley's lap as Ryley stroked her hair absentmindedly. "You cleaning up this house and she need to clean up her act," Ryley said dryly, though her eyes were alight with humor. Charlie just shook her head, the same humor written on her face.

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"That's right," Erik smirked, "And she ain't the only one. All y'all muhfuckas guilty in my eyes." A thick wooden paddle hung neatly on a far wall and Bastion's eyes followed his. She knew he'd do it. Wrapping up the whip, he switched it out for that wooden paddle.

"Now. I'm a whoop ya ass like you pledging until I think it's enough." Pushing her over the bed, she was helpless and he paused. "Let me make this clear. I don't care what the fuck you're attracted to. What I do care about is you disrespecting me and my name while you with me. You either an Udaku or you whatever the fuck, but you can't be both." He removed the vibrating panties and switched them for a vibrating toy egg which he lubricated and shoved into her vagina. Immediately she began to clench around it and writhe.

"You wanna fuck that nigga? Cool, pack ya shit and get up out my house.. Then plan that nigga funeral cuz you coming right the fuck back." SMACK. He swung hard for his first swing of the paddle and he knew it because the sound that squeaked from her spoke surprise. The pain combined with the pleasure of the vibrator would to help her see things his way. He landed another hard swing on the same asscheek with the same force and then another and another, only stopping to watch the wetness leak out of her. The endless muffled noises spoke pain and he landed yet another swing. He could do this all night.

"You been a pain in my ass forever and I can't be a pain for five minutes?" He tsked and moved to the other asscheek, evening up the tally on her deep toned skin. "You want some more? Yeahhh you want some more. You act up for this shit right? Or did you think I'd reward you with dick?"

He swung again, his laugh mocking. He probably looked like a villain to his other wives.

"How many swings was that so far," he asked into the camera already knowing the answer.

"Eleven," Ryley quickly supplied.

"One for all you bitches," Erik pointed the paddle toward the camera before swinging it again. Bast was breathing hard and loud. "Twelve for the bitch I'm finna get if y'all keep this shit up. You good babygirl?" He looked down to her tear-streaked face and held her nose shut for a few seconds before releasing it. She was struggling. He knew that gag wasn't too comfortable but it gave her something to bite down on. She shook her head, no. Aww.

"Damn, princess. Too bad."

He swung harder this time, lighting her cheeks up in ten more swings before he decided he couldn't go further without hurting her. He then massaged her cheeks in attempt to sooth the beaten areas, her wetness gushing to the bed as the egg buzzed.

"Freaky ass bitch." Unfastening the strap of the harness, he pulled the dildo from her mouth. There was a thick string of saliva stretched from her mouth to it. He pushed it back in roughly for her to gag on before tossing it to the side. "You nasty ass bitch. Roll over." He moved to grab the camera again and pointed it at her face. "Your name is..."

"Bastion..," she swallowed catching her breath, "Carter...," she gasped.

"Took too long," he said throwing her legs over his shoulder. The camera was focused on their pelvises as he stroked himself back and forth across her soaked entrance, teasing her and glossing the end and underside of his thick dick. He rubbed her wetness around his length before trailing down to her ass and breaching the rim before pushing in further, spitting to add more slip. Her mouth was stuck wide.

"You catchin flies or just preparing for this nut," he asked spitting a healthy glob. It landed in her open mouth and he laughed silently to himself. He had great aim.

"Swallow," he commanded and she did, groaning shakily, her eyes rolling back. Though her hands were cuffed behind her with her hips suspended in the air, she was still trying to grind into him and pull away at the same time, her orgasm rising to hit again. He held her hips still keeping his consistent pace.

"Nah, words. Be a good bitch and speak. Who's dick is in that ass?"

"..Yours," she breathed as he stretched her ass, hammering. He dug his nails hard into her skin.

"Nah. Say my fuckin name."

"..Y-yours.. Erik.. Daddy..," she keened.

"There you go, and who DNA you just fuckin swallow?" She couldn't help herself, she came all over him. And she had the nerve to talk about belonging to some other nigga. "You a dumbass if you think someone else could ever fuck you as good as I fuck you, this ain't even nothing."

He continued his assault on her ass as the vibrator continued. He wouldn't stop until he got his nut.

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"Erik, she done. The lollipop is gone, stop sucking it," Charlie called. "Always extra! She can't even answer you," Angel empathized. He'd already taught her her lesson and she was on the straight and narrow. She shifted in her seat, remembering.

"At least he ain't breaking all her shit," Henny snapped angrily, flashbacks to her punishment pissing her off all over again. She touched her hair where he'd cut it.

"Shut the fuck up," Erik's voice growled making them all hot.

"MAKE ME," Henny yelled.

"I'll make you sleep in a fuckin box that's what I'll fuckin do. You gotta lotta mouth, but ya muscles don't fuckin match."

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She said some other slick shit, but he wasn't listening. She liked to run her mouth a lot too, but that's all it was.. running her mouth, like a lawnmower. He knew how to block out the noise. All he was focused on in that moment was getting his nut. Time ticked by with him fighting off his release, liking the feeling of her stretched tight around him and finally he couldn't fight anymore. He pulled out.

"About damn time," Josephine yelled as he dropped Bast's hips, letting her limp legs fall. He pulled her bun forcing Bastion to help him by lifting as he pulled her to an upright position.

"I never wanted Tremaine," she grunted. "I just wanted to fuck him, I was curious.. that's all."

"Mhm. Be curious on these nuts. Clean my dick," he commanded and her lips attached to it quickly like two soft pillows, sucking him to his release, which she swallowed with no qualms. He grabbed her face squeezing it in his hand, her cheeks squished making her look like a chipmunk.

"I ain't even gotta fuckin ask you at this point, but I'm a ask you. What's ya fuckin name?" He looked down at her daring her to fuck up. The egg was still buzzing and that paddle could go another round.

"Bastion.. Carter Stevens-Udaku," she sighed.

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[punkscowardschampions]

Tommy & Meena/Meena & Ro

Slides into ya DMs a million years later

Tommy: [Sends her a link to a facebook post about their dance teacher from when they were kiddos] Tommy: As if she's retiring! 😮 It doesn't seem 5 mins since she was calling me out for picking my nose like Tommy: I wanna get her a pressie or something, what you reckon? 🤔 Gin or bubbles Meena joined the chat 105 minutes ago Meena: I know, crazy isn't it, sure she's telling everyone she doesn't feel anywhere near old enough (hoping they'll say she doesn't look it either) Bless her Meena: and it is a pretty nasty habit I hope you left behind, in fairness 😛 Meena: I don't think she'll oppose either, I'll go in with you on it if that's alright Meena: We should, really Tommy: 😂 Mostly. We all have our off days though, yeah? Bet your thumb still be looking tempting on the reg 😜 Tommy: Fuck it let her be down with the kids and chug down a 'trendy' gin Tommy: Yeah I was gonna ask if you did wanna but knowing you I didn't wanna assume you hadn't already gone all out like 🎉 Tommy: 😇 to my 😈 Meena: Never! That rancid nail paint Ana got me put me off for life Meena: could totally rock a mani now, even if pedis are forever out of the question 💃👣 Meena: I hadn't actually, been so busy with this band stuff with your sisters and that Meena: Probably wouldn't have done it if you hadn't, doesn't want any old riff-raff she barely remembers showing up Meena: her ⭐pupil though, that's different Tommy: fair, she's been at me bout it too Tommy: needs my skills appaz but it'll cost her Tommy: come on, it takes two to tango! nothing without the baby to my johnny 💑 Meena: Nice try but I'm not getting involved in sibling drama, I know better than that 🙅 Meena: my own Brother is going great lengths to avoid me so I'm chilling Meena: 😂 please Meena: if the other girl hadn't got knocked up, baby woulda been surplus from the start Tommy: Drama, me? Please 😂 Tommy: Nah tbh I'm excited to get involved Tommy: & see you lot in action ofc Tommy: Imagine! We'd have to have been going some to be dealing with pregnancy scares at that age even by my ma's standards Meena: 😏 Isn't it on your required curriculum? Meena: Can't blame you Meena: It has been a lot of fun Meena: It'll be good to see you too Meena: 😨 No thank you, I'll leave that to Ali, she's got it covered Meena: No way either of us could keep a child alive 😂 Tommy: You got me 🥊 Tommy: It looks it & the socials never lie Tommy: It'll be fab to see you too! 💙 Tommy: How've you been, girl? Meena: Naturally, filters need not apply Meena: Me? I'm all good Meena: Nothing to report, no pregnancy scares or slightly predatory older men Meena: How's the London life? Tommy: 👍 Tommy: Me either Tommy: Only the teachers 😂 Tommy: London's capital D dramatic but I'm surviving 🤩 Tommy: like you said, required, yeah? Meena: Don't even joke, Mr. Lucas, this new teacher, is soooo sketchy Meena: not that he's likely to go after me 😂 but there will be drama worth reporting there Meena: mark my words Meena: and don't lie, you so LIVE for it, don't you? 🙂 Tommy: Oh my god colour me unsurprised and deeply disturbed Tommy: Trying to big you up without calling you a lolita and all that jazz Tommy: but noted Tommy: Shame the news came too late to get my sister learning from the nuns Tommy: 😂 Meena: Thank the Lord we can rule out everyone but Caleb pretty much for Rio's daddy Meena: she's so cute 😍 Tommy: Right? she's his double Meena: Nah she looks a lot like Ali too Meena: still, Mr. Lucas has not gone that far is my point Meena: she hates him, its so funny 'cos your Ma can't even be mad 😂 Tommy: Yas! Glad she ain't protesting too much Tommy: None of us got time to be dealing with that level of drama even me 😏 Tommy: Ma can ALWAYS be mad tho Meena: I wouldn't like to say Meena: Trying to get me to badmouth all your family today...are you print screening this?! 🙊 Tommy: Only if it gets juicy 😂 Tommy: what'll it take to get you to throwdown on 'em? Meena: 🤐 Tommy: It's been good catching up Tommy: Soz I'm not better at it Meena: No, it's not all you Meena: I'm not the most social of bears Meena: and its been a while Meena: but it was nice 🙂 Tommy: we should get a drink when I'm back 🍹 do it proper Tommy: no pressure like and even less drama Meena: You got it in you to leave it in London? 🤔 Meena: but i'm up for it Meena: I don't drink drink though, just an FYI Tommy: I'll do it for the craic 🍀 Tommy: Still gonna dance on the tables tho, yeah? Meena: 😳🙈 guess so Meena: anything you do, i'll do backwards and in heels Meena: thems still the rules, last I checked Tommy: 👑💚 Tommy: Love it Meena: Okay...Can I just vent at you for a hot sec, Ro Meena: More than free to comment any way you see fit (of course) but also as free to say nothing if you can't or don't wanna Meena: Just need to get it out 'cos what even Ro: Oh...of course Ro: Go ahead Meena: [Screenshots Tommy in her DMs] Meena: so I know its awkward 'cos familial ties and whatnot but WHAT THE WHAT Meena: He's been ignorning me for what, 6 years? Meena: Perhaps a little dramatic but basically Meena: and now we're just meant to move on as if a. those years didn't happen and b. the ones BEFORE didn't either Meena: am I being insane? I tried not to sound it with him but I am at such a loss rn Ro Ro: Um...I'd say it's rather awkward regardless Ro: What was he thinking? Ro: You are most definitely not insane, in fact, I applaud how together you remained Ro: It's a nice idea, in theory, to reconnect, but that's all it can be and surely he must see that Ro: The past can't just be erased when it's convenient Meena: Ugh, thank you! Meena: I can tell you're not just yes-manning me and it is so appreciated 😘 Meena: You'd think it had been a couple of days, the way he just tried to pick up there Meena: I get it...I wish it was possible in many ways Meena: but if we're going to be anything more than passing acquiantances ever again then I'm afraid we need to have a convo more awkward than that one even! 😬 Ro: Exactly! Ro: We'd all love a quick fix but they simply don't exist, even if you are a McKenna Ro: I'm frankly at a loss for words Meena: I mean...guess it was a nice gesture? right? Meena: God, feel like I'm 9 and he's pretending to like me so he can laugh about me with his friends at break Meena: Ridiculous Ro: I suppose so, if misplaced and poorly timed Ro: Well that's hardly surprising considering you were a child when he last talked to you Ro: You don't have to go for a drink with him just because you agreed then, remember that Meena: I know Meena: but I don't know Meena: I think I want to? Meena: Maybe he wants to say his piece in person Meena: although, in that case, perhaps give an indication in the text! Meena: Walking into an ambush Ro: You don't have to decide now at least Ro: And you can always call me if it does turn into an ambush Ro: I'll act as if there's an emergency Meena: Ooh, good plan Meena: never felt like I was in a romcom before Meena: almost exciting except i feel a bit sick Ro: I understand that all too well Ro: Another idea, cliche though it is, would be to channel this situation into composing a song Ro: Just don't let him know he's the subject Meena: it might be time to embrace the clichedness of it all Meena: the others would be proud Ro: They certainly would Meena: if not a little curious where all these deep feelings had sprung from Meena: oh the shame 🙈 Ro: True, but have no fear, my lips are sealed Ro: Whilst we're on the subject though, how do you feel about him getting involved with the band? Meena: Thanks, Ro 💛 Meena: I mean, I don't mind...I don't WANT to mind, it should be fine Meena: He's a part of my life as long as you guys are but that was admittedly far more abstract when he was more Meena: gone Meena: I am going to try, it would be good for the band, and me, to get over this Ro: Never mind the others, I'm very proud of you, Meena Ro: And for what it's worth, I think that's the right move, after all, he won't be away at school forever Ro: Should he decide to come back home for good you too are bound to interact more Meena: Exactly Meena: Can't ban him from Dublin and activities with his fam Meena: but I also don't think I need to exile myself...far too cliche for words and I frankly, don't want to Meena: I feel better for having talked it out...I just felt absolutely insane, like I was in topsy-turvy land or something, there for a sec Meena: Thanks again Ro, it means a lot Ro: What are friends for? No need to thank me, I'm just glad you feel better Ro: A very strange day for you indeed Ro: Tomorrow is a new one though at least and I'll be here if you need to talk again Meena: Truly! So strange manners were dropped at the door Meena: When we talk again I WILL ask how you are and what's going on with you Meena: I promise 😘 Ro: I have no doubt whatever Ro: But you're forgiven Ro: If there was ever a time for such an entitlement it was now Meena: 💛