#never picked a song for the day much less made the post about it. hmmm could've been 'Nightfall' by Blind Guardian maybe

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Song of the Day: February 9

"Heart Attack" by Editors

#song of the day #first missed day. rip Feb 8th. I fell asleep with my laptop open on my chest. never brushed my teeth never took off my glasses #never picked a song for the day much less made the post about it. hmmm could've been 'Nightfall' by Blind Guardian maybe #today's song I heard once last week and then didn't think about again until I woke up with it playing in my head this morning #'no one will love you more than I do / I can promise you that / and when your love breaks I'm inside you / like a heart attack'

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I read with interest your view and that of @hopefulobjectmiracle about tumblr Klaine fandom. Is there more shipping these days than 2010-15? I ask because there seems to be a smaller group that only ship Kurt with Blaine but there seems to be a huge rise in Kurtbastian and Hevans shippers. Likewise, there’s many more pezberry or faberry shippers. And a lot more of those shippers trying to discredit Blaine or Brittany as OTP for Kurt and Santana. There seems to be new younger people joining Tumblr declaring a love for all things Klaine, and then a week later shipping Kurt with everybody else!! Has there been a change since the show aired?

Hi Nonny! :)

Hmmm.... There's not really a clear answer to this because the way shipping evolved is different than people just finding things now.

There are kind of two different things going on here -- Kurt related shipping and non-Kurt (blaine/klaine) shipping. I can't tell you much about non related Kurt things -- however, I will say that Faberry was HUGE when the show was on. It's a subsection of the fandom I never interacted with but it was around in season 1, and loud enough that the show makes nod to it from season 2 forward. Brittana was always around, too, and the reason Brittana became a thing on the show was, partly, due to fans crying out that they should be a couple -- and more than the throwaway joke the writers made in the first season.

I don't know what happened to those ships over time, or how the evolved since the show ended -- I'm sorry :/

But now, I will tell you the epic history of Kurt shipping. (Again. i should really dig out my old notes on this, lol)

Here we go long post...

I found it! I'm going to quote myself so I don't have to write it out again, lol. This was originally from an ask about the BBO (Better Boyfriend Olympics), but it'll work here, too.

Okay, so let’s go back to 2010 when there wasn’t a Klaine fandom, there was a Kurt fandom.  A lot of the BBO stemmed out of the Kurt’s Boyfriend Shipping wars of 2010.

Back then, there was just a Kurt fandom, and a lot of opinions about who he should date.  Believe it or not, Kurt was shipped a lot with the other guys on the show, there was a healthy dose of Kurt/Finn, but Kurt/Puck was huge, and there was a smattering of Kurt/Mike (I never really did see much Kurt/Artie now that I think of it, which is kind of funny in retrospect, but I’m sure it’s out there.)  Anyway - when the show announced Kurt was getting a boyfriend – well, things began to get heated up.

Three big ships emerged

Kurt/Sam - because the rumor was that Sam was originally supposed to be Kurt’s bf (probably not, but that rumor was big at the time).  Btw, they were the canoe ship (I have no idea why) and was also known as Kum (rolls-eyes).  This ship’s fanbase was so huge and lasted so long, that the show felt the need to address it head on in Season Two’s Rumours (not a joke).

Kurt/Karofsky - Also known as Kurtofsky, they were also called themselves the Pirate ship (god, Idk why, shipping wars are weird, yo).  These people were also really passionate, mostly about Dave, but liked the whole idea that Kurt would save Dave and they would have this weird - enemies to loves love affair or something.  I don’t know, I could never get past the squicky assault aspect, but whatever.

Kurt/Blaine - which. at the time, was… the biggest possibility? It’s funny cause the other two ships were just as big as the Klaine ship, and really the fighting became over who was going to be the best option for Kurt.

And that’s the thing.  Fans of Kurt were so passionate about who was best for Kurt, because everyone had seen him go through hell and back on the show, so his boyfriend needed to be perfect for him.  And you know who was perfect (at first) – Blaine.  More on that in a second…

However, Blaine brought his own bit of baggage – namely fans of Darren Criss (and/or Starkid fans).  Unlike Chord Overstreet or Max Adler, people knew who Darren was before he was on Glee.  So his own fandom joined in on the Klaine of it all.  At first it was all fine – as the shipping wars continued, it was less about Kurt vs Blaine and more about Klaine vs the other shippers.  Well, that was going to change….

Original Song happened and Kurt and Blaine got together ending the question of who would ultimately be Kurt’s boyfriend.  And things were nice and cozy headed into season 3.  You’d think the Kurt/Sam and Kurt/Karofsky ships would die out, but not really, they stuck around for a long time, and kinda morphed into something else.

See, The First Time happened.  And for the first time Blaine wasn’t the perfect prince that he was in season 2 – he had more of a developed personality, and more flaws.  And… some people didn’t like it.  (Also added to the mix was Sebastian – and the Seblaine and Kurtbastian ships were born, but those kinda go off on their own thing and I’m not really going to bring them up much here.)  Anyway, what really got fandom split was Dance With Somebody.

You had two sides of an argument, people who saw Kurt’s POV and people who saw Blaine’s POV – and guess what happened.  The two sides began to fight with each other over who was “right” in the argument.  (My god…) And thus started what fandom started referring to as The Better Boyfriend Olympics.

See - for reasons I don’t fully understand - instead of seeing that each of the boys have a fault and each were wrong in the episode, each side wanted to say that their side, and their POV was the correct way – that one boyfriend was more oppressed and the other was not as good a partner.

On the Kurt side, though, you had a lot of the old Kurt fans and ships who didn’t like Blaine (and/or didn’t want Blaine as his partner) so they vehemently decided that unless Blaine was the perfect boyfriend again, he didn’t deserve to be with Kurt.  Meanwhile, you had the Blaine fans, many of them Darren fans who wanted Blaine to have more depth to him than just being Kurt’s boyfriend, and not being Kurt fans first (or originally) they were going to push back at the Kurt fans who were lashing out at Blaine.

Compounding this was the fact that during season 3, there were so many cast members and characters that unless you were Finchel, you were begging for scraps and your featured episode to come along.  Meanwhile - Kurt got a ton of screen time, but didn’t sing much, while Blaine sang a lot more, but didn’t get much story.  The Kurt fans resented that Blaine was always singing.  The Blaine fans were annoyed that the Kurt fans resented it, and tried to remind the Kurt fans that Blaine barely got any development.

Either way, a war had begun.  And then The Break Up happened.

Now Kurt fans had a specific reason to point at – Blaine being a terrible boyfriend.  He cheated.  He’s terrible.  The end.

The fandom was not firmly split into sides - you were either a Kurt fan - a lot of them who HATED Blaine - partly because he was getting more attention at the time, partly cause he did sing more, partly because they were made up of Kurt ships that didn’t work out, and partly cause they saw so much of themselves in Kurt that they projected onto him their own feelings, and loving Blaine was not a part of that projection.  Or you were a Blaine fan - who spent a lot of time defending Blaine to the point of exhaustion, and became so resentful of Kurt that they wished Blaine could be with anyone else because Kurt (fans) didn’t understand Blaine and should just stop trying.

Weren’t there any Klainers you ask? Ha, well…. Klainers, people actually liked Kurt AND Blaine were stereotyped into two categories.  Category A) the really really loud fanbase (usually on Twitter) that harassed the creators, RM, Chris, Darren, various crew about Klaine every second that they got – to the point that it started to feel embarrassing (that’s probably my own projection).   Category B) People who thought (think) that Chris and Darren were (are) in a secret relationship.  (Spoiler alert they aren’t, never have been, and never will be.)  The two of these categories overlapped A LOT, and many of the fans of one boy or the other just disassociated completely.

You could still be a fan of the Klaine relationship, but you had a preference to which boy you were actually a fan of – you couldn’t like both, or else you were a Klainer, and that was not cool.  (I spent a long time NOT identifying as anything, and trying to make sure everything I did and said was equal – a) cause I was new to fandom and b) cause I hated that either one or the other of these characters were villainized so frequently.)

Anyway - Season 4 continued.  Adam showed up, and Kurt fans got all excited, but the problem was that a lot of them saw him as the perfect boyfriend again – not a real character but a prop that could make Kurt look good and be everything for Kurt.  Look, I liked Adam, I did, but he was underdeveloped, and this weird idea that your boyfriend needs to be perfect in order to be a functioning relationship is just unrealistic.  I digress.  Meanwhile, we didn’t get a lot of Kurt POV, which didn’t help things, and meant even more projection over his character.

Meanwhile, the Blaine fans had formed their own community, which became viciously defensive of him.  I think the whole fandom was toxic during this time for a lot of reasons, and I really wanted to quit it.  Many people did – the show wasn’t being fun anymore.

Season 5 came along, the boys got back together, tempers simmered, but the whole idea of the Better Boyfriend Olympics came back every time a conflict happened.  Arguments about who was the better boyfriend ensued, gatekeeping as to why their pick was best and why your opinion sucked still ran through the fandom.  Not helping was the fact that Cory had died, and the creators, actors, and crew – as well as media – was tired of Glee.

The one nice thing, though was that a lot of the old crowd had moved on by then, and there was an influx of newer people coming in during season 5 (and season 6) – they weren’t here for the season 3 droughts and season 4 wars, and brought in a newer and fresher perspective.

But still - we had the end of season 5 and the summer of spoilers and season 6 to get through.  At this point, the Kurt and Blaine camps had moved to their parts of the internet and really not speaking much to each other if they could help it.  When an argument happened on the show, the same kind of Better Boyfriend Olympics came up again – one boyfriend was worse than the other, and unless they changed xyz they were not good enough for the other.  But at this point, it was incredibly tiring.  I know that I was just ready for the show to be done with.

I should say, as an aside, not helping things were the rise of some rather vocal BNF-ish fans, who dug their heels in about their own opinions.  The refusal to even acknowledge that one side or the other might be right, or have valid points was not helping anything.  A lot of people on both sides refused to even listen to the points on the other side – and instead of being frustrated at the show, the creators, or whatever, they took it against each other, which wasn’t fun to watch either.

Season 6 happened - Blainofsky happened, and that killed enthusiasm for the season on both sides, most people just kind of wanted it to be over.  And then the ending came quickly, and I think a lot of people who were just plain unhappy about everything left for good.

The Better Boyfriend Olympics, or this weird competition that always pitted the boys and their fandoms against each other in the name of one being better than the other, leveled off after this.  I won’t give myself /that/ much credit - but one reason I created @todaydreambelievers was to give fans of both Kurt and Blaine a safe place where we could enjoy and discuss both boys without the BBO rearing its head.  And you know what – it did mend a few hearts.

For the most part, it’s been pretty quiet since.  Fandom is quieter, but I think the people who have come into it after the show has ended are a lot less judgmental and argumentative.  (I suppose it helps if you know how the story is going to end.)  And the cool thing, for me, is finding a group of people who enjoy Kurt and Blaine equally (or respectfully) – and reclaiming the name Klainer as a good thing.

I’ll end by saying this – it’s been relatively peaceful, even with the influx of new people throughout the years, but I have been seeing shades of BBO pop up again.  Look, you don’t have to like Klaine to be a fan of one or the other of them.  But there are a lot of terrible things going on in the world, a lot of things to be angry and get indignant about.  How a fictional couple was written ten years ago is not one of them.  Be respectful of people, and know that maybe the side you understand better isn’t the only side worth listening to.  ;)

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So, I suppose that's part 1 of this full picture. Onto Part 2.

Here's the thing -- I've stayed, mostly, in my little tumblr buble over the past five years -- blissfully unaware that I suppose things were going on around me. Except... they really weren't. Until the pandemic happened, and Glee went to Netflix internationally, and a whole bunch of young kids grew up and started watching the show.

By the time I ended TDB in 2019, there weren't many of us left. I knew there was our small, dedicated group of fans. The tinhatters (the group who thought Chris and Darren were in some kind of relationship. spoiler alert -- they're not). And I know the Kurtbastian fans have been kicking around for a while. But no one was around in huge numbers.

And then boom - pandemic, and I'm shocked (not in a bad way) that this show has already seen a resurgence. The weirdest part, for me, is the fact that not only is history repeating itself -- seriously, people are bringing up old conflicts that have been dead for ages, and old shipping wars I never thought I'd see again -- but I think this new group's relationship with the show is much different.

I think that Kurt is a character whom a lot of people can still identify with. And because he's on his own in the first season, it's still easy to project yourself onto him. And then shipping goes from there. Blaine went from being the exciting option, omg are they really gonna do Klaine?? to -- hey Klaine is the boring canon choice, we can choose who we want for Kurt.

Layer over that years of Blaine hate still circling the interwebs. The echo chamber that Twitter and Tiktok create. And the fact that neither Chris or Darren seem to have the army of fans they once did (well -- Darren does, but they don't really watch Glee anymore). And you get this varied landscape of shipping.

No, some days it doesn't feel that different from the BBO days. The fact that I still get asks about Blaine and TFT car scene or Tested makes me feel like I'm back in 2013. Other times I'm perplexed by resurgences -- such as Kurtbasitan and Kurt/Sam. (Please don't bring back Kurtofsky guys)

But there's a saying -- Same Shit, Different Day.

I think there is an entirely different group of people than the original people watching, and their reasoning for shipping whatever is much different. But they've certainly come to a lot of the same conclusions that brought about the shipping wars in the early days.

At the end of the day - I think Kurt will always been a fandom mattress. But ship what you like and be nice to everyone else. There's enough hate in the world -- no need to dump on people's escapism.

#that's how s.o. sees it #klaine history #klaine #and fandom #did I answer the question? #idk

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@gimme-a-chocolate challenge Together with you is my favorite Place to be.

The original challenge was for gifs but my talents are very limited there.

Four-part ficlet stretching across canon and post canon from Lan Zhan's POV. Missing scenes and internal thoughts. Read it below or here on ao3.

 Together with you is my favorite place to be

Library Pavillion: transcribing rules as punishment

Lan Zhan stares at the slumped, slumbering form of Wei Ying a few chi away from him. His head had dropped to the desk, the ink has stained the scroll where he was copying the rules.

Considering Wei Ying’s atrocious penmanship is a mockery of the art of writing, the stain does little to hurt the poor shape of the scroll.

Lan Zhan knows he should not let him sleep. This is a punishment.

Even in his waking hours, he has been dawdling or chatting off Lan Zhan’s ears.

Lan Zhan also knows that despite transcribing the rules around sleep several times, Wei Ying does not sleep at night. He does not need to catch the wayward disciple each night to know that.

The yawns and bags each morning have been enough of an indicator.

He skipped lunch today. He had missed breakfast. And he had been picking on his dinner yesterday.

His various bemoaning monologues about eating grass have informed Lan Zhan sufficiently over his aversion to GusuLan food. Lan Zhan doesn’t condone the entitlement.

But if he lets Wei Ying rest a little longer, hearing to the soft, barely-there snores; then he is not being indulgent. He does need to care for the health of his charge. If he has been allowing this for several days, well Wei Ying will simply have to spend more days in the library wrapping up his punishment.

Lan Zhan does not even pretend to try to work. Once he had thought that the first disciple of Yunmeng Jiang would be less of a distraction if he was quiet or sleeping.

The past few days have corrected him of the misguided notion.

It is not the snores. And perhaps, it is also not the fault of the person slumped in front of him.

It is not him that is allowing the breeze the ringlets of his hair across the cheek. It is not him who humphs and scrunches his nose deliberately. It is not him who is presenting his hand spread wide, each finger open to the inquiry of Lan Zhan’s eyes. It is not him who smudges ink on the side of his lips. It is not him who constantly compels Lan Zhan to ogle at the mole under the lower lip, or sleepily swat his tongue down at it.

He drools sometimes. Sometimes, there is no snoring. There is just a gentle rise and fall of Wei Ying’s chest that tells him that the man sleeping like the dead is in fact in deep slumber. It is hypnotic, that movement.

Sometimes the smooth lines of the face furrow, the eyebrows bunching. Sometimes the fingers stiffen, perhaps a nightmare. Until they smoothen out slowly.

Lan Zhan has long thought that Wei Wuxian smiles like the sun.

It is this time, a shichen in between the discipline in the library that the light is not merely in the smile. Something about Wei Ying alights things, and Lan Zhan just basks.

He hasn’t been so content merely by the presence of someone for so long.

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

In the aftermath of The Tortoise of Slaughter

His leg is throbbing. His palms and fingers sting with the cuts that using Chord Assassination against the Tortoise of Slaughter has left.

Wei Ying is passed out in his lap. Lan Zhan has passed him spiritual energy. He has hummed his heart out at his zhiji’s request.

He does not think Wei Ying would remember. He is not even sure if both of them will survive this cave.

They are injured, have very little spiritual energy, no food, no clean water.

Wei Ying is running a fever and he is not letting go of that sword he found somewhere inside the shell.

It reeks of resentment.

Wei Ying is delirious and has nightmares. His face contorts in agony and the one hand free of the sword grabs at Lan Zhan’s robes, clenching hard as if trying to hold on.

Lan Zhan hums the song in that instance. It’s his first instance of comforting someone. He uses his sleeve to wipe away the forehead. He threads his fingers through Wei Ying’s matted hair.

And he speaks aloud, saying his Zhiji’s name in a soothing tone. He tells him that help is on the way. He tells him that he is not alone and whatever darkness is chasing him, Lan Zhan would fight it for him.

When Wei Ying is calmer, Lan Zhan thinks of his home, his brother, his uncle, his sect.

He thinks of the time they have been given.

He understands his mother a little better in that cave. He had often wondered why she had remained in Cloud Recesses, why she did not fight for more time with them. Why put up with it all?

He looks at Wei Ying’s sick, delirious form, hears his soft whimpers and movements.

He would want Wei Ying to be in better health. He wanted a lot of things for Wei Ying, with Wei Ying.

But in the absence of them all, this time still was a treasure.

Wei Ying was here. That is all that mattered.

Perhaps that is all that had mattered to mother too. Any time with people you love is better than no time at all. Any place with people you love can hold fond memories.

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In the Jingshi: After the Sword Spirit attacks Lan Qiren

Wei Ying never sleeps early, so Lan Zhan expects him to be loitering in Jingshi on his return.

He finds the lamps dim, almost fizzled out, and panic grips him.

Surely, Wei Ying wouldn’t just leave. He barges in the door and finds him sprawled near the dinner table.

Dead, no, he can’t be dead.

Wei Ying’s back rises and falls.

Just asleep then. So much weight leaves Lan Zhan’s body that he staggers and slinks down silently on his knee. He just wants to wrap Wei Ying and hide him away and…

It is a familiar enough sight, Wei Ying sleeping away on a desk. It makes him feel hollow. And it makes him feel so full.

Lan Zhan does not need to taste his tears to know that he is crying, but he tastes the salt all the same.

Over time, he has made peace with his tears. He sheds them freely for Wei Ying, always has, indifferent to the reproach of others.

It is hard to reconcile this. For the longest, everything around him has been marred with unadulterated, indelible, ubiquitous grief for this one man.

His Wei Ying, his Zhiji, his …..

For sixteen years, Lan Zhan had tried to hold on to the peace and the light being near Wei Ying had brought to him. He remembers grasping at faint traces of it even as pain and darkness shrouded him and giving it all to A-Yuan.

He had forgotten the feeling of being able to see this gentle rise and fall. He had forgotten the music of those soft snores. He had forgotten what it felt like to have Wei Ying living, breathing, near him; and not being hostile or distrustful.

Lan Zhan had probably hoped for this very sight for ages, murmured it in quiet prayers, strummed in longing tones of their song, and now Wei Ying was right in front of him and Lan Zhan did not know what to do.

He had never thought he would feel alive like this again. He had never thought that one moment every instance of his life would not need to be in memory of Wei Ying.

This isn’t a mere memory. Wei Ying is here, alive. He is gaunt, the cheeks have sunken since the library pavilion. There is weariness in the body. But those are the same fingers, and there is the same mole under the lower lip.

The eyebrows are furrowed. This Wei Ying does not know how to rest peacefully. That luxury was taken away a long time ago.

He is still the brightest light of Lan Zhan’s existence.

The night after Wei Ying turns around on the hill with his crinkly smile

The inn room is comfortable and warm. That’s good. Lan Zhan knows by now that Wei Ying feels colder in the absence of his core.

Wei Ying does not look worse for the wear. That is a relief.

He is still thin. His hair is still messy. His body cricks when he moves. There is dirt under his fingernails. His skin is getting dry and taut. His clothes are clean but worn, and not nearly warm enough for the weather.

Lan Zhan is making a list of all the things that need taking care of.  

Wei Ying may be made of brilliance, but he is hapless when it comes to his own needs.

It does not matter. He is still Wei Ying.

Wei Ying pads out from the bath beyond the privacy screen in his threadbare inner robe. His feet are wet and they leave stains behind as he drags them across the room.

If Lan Zhan had put in relaxing herbs in the bath and might be to blame for the sleepiness in that gait, well he happily takes all the blame.

Wei Ying sleepily gets to the table, sleepily talks away as Lan Zhan serves him food, pours him alcohol.

The inner robe clings to the slightly damp body, and the hair is a mess of tangles. The eyes still sparkle through the haze of sleep, and that tongue is as much a tease as it ever was.

Wei Ying dozes off as he is sitting, once he is done eating. One moment he is regaling Lan Zhan about the flavors of a distant town and one moment, his eyes are drooping, his mouth is hanging slightly open and his body is starting to slump.

Lan Zhan catches him, stands behind him, and pulls Wei Ying’s head against his own abdomen.

He moves his fingers through the hair. They are a mess, but they are a soft mess.

And he clicks out in disapproval, “You need to comb and braid this so they don’t tangle.”

Wei Ying is half dozing and he makes a small noise of confusion but there is no protest.

Lan Zhan pulls out his oil and comb from the qiankun pouch. He needs to fix his zhiji’s hair.

His fingers thread through the tresses, pouring oil into the roots. He hears an appreciative hmmm as Wei Ying leans further into him.

The hair is combed and braided.  Wei Ying had taken to steadily humming their song somewhere in between, but it stops once Lan Zhan’s hands have stopped touching him.

“I did not know the Chief Cultivators could take night hunts, Lan Zhan? How long are you here for?” Wei Ying asks.

“Not a night hunt,” He responds, as he starts to clear the table and place the tray outside their room.

When he turns around, Wei Ying is slightly more awake and staring at him in some confusion.

“I did not know there was sect trouble in these parts. I swear I am very well informed about the gossips here.” Wei Ying says, a little put out.

“No trouble,” Lan Zhan shakes his head, then adds after a pause, “Only Wei Ying.”

Wei Ying does not need Lan Zhan to speak to understand him most times, so Lan Zhan is not surprised by the shocked widening of eyes and an immediate, incredulous inquiry, “You came to see me?”

Lan Zhan hmms in affirmation.

Wei Ying gets into a tirade of how he has behaved, there should be no one complaining to Lan Zhan about him, how sorry he is.

“Wei Ying,” He says with great patience, “I simply missed you. Besides, if someone had the gall to complain, they would find themselves being corrected.”

“Miss me?” Wei Ying whispers in the same incredulous tone, “But you did not have to come all the way here Lan Zhan. You should have taken a decree out and ordered me to show myself to Cloud Recesses.”

“You do not like Cloud Recesses. You left for a reason. I will not make you do things you do not wish to do. Other people have spent a lifetime doing that. You deserve better.”

Wei Ying is opening and closing his mouth for several moments, and then he takes a deep breath and says, “I left for a reason, yes. Cloud Recesses is your home. It is your favorite place. It has your brother, uncle. It has A-Yuan. It has rabbits. And now it is your seat as the Chief Cultivator. The Yiling Lazou does not make sense there.”

Lan Zhan blinks and stares at Wei Ying and then closes his eyes to compose himself, “Wei Ying, tell me you did not leave because you thought there was no place for you there.”

Wei Ying is starting to say something and before he says something rattled with wrong assumptions and non-sensical, Lan Zhan grabs his shoulders lightly and forces him to look into Lan Zhan’s eyes, “I let you go that day because I thought out of everyone you deserved freedom. Cloud Recesses is not my favorite place. It is home, yes. It has everyone and everything, maybe. It does not have you. Together with you is my favorite place to be. It always has. There is no one else whom I dearly want to be with all the time.”

He sees tears slide down the cheeks of his zhiji, but Lan Zhan doesn’t waver in his meaningful gaze. Wei Ying needs to understand the weight of his confession.

Wei Ying grabs the front of his robe and bunches his hands, and looks away slightly, “I don’t know when it happened Lan Zhan. Maybe when they first threw me in burial mounds or before…I…you are my safe place. Even in my head with all the resentment, the things that made me hold it together were Shije and you. You are my zhiji, the one who has tried to hold me as I fall, you are my safe place, you are also my favorite place to be.”

Lan Zhan presses his lips on his hair, and Wei Ying encircles his arms as he hugs Lan Zhan’s through his middle. Lan Zhan replaces his hands to cradle Wei Ying’s head instead.

He says gently as he feels hot tears against his robes, “Then, let’s not walk separate paths or go to different places, shall we?”

******

Fin

#mdzs fanfiction #the untamed #wangxian #lan wangji #wei wuxian #fytheuntamed #canon compliant #softlwj #intimacy #myfics #moreshowthanbook

[oreobunny1]

My Final Offer

I am but a simple clown in the JATP fandom, drowning in the amazing fanworks y’all have put on tumblr AND AO3, and I couldn’t resist adding my own here to celebrate this Clowngate. I noticed that there was less Reggie angst on here then other characters, and he’s my comfort character so of course that means he’s gonna have to suffer(sorry bud). Don’t worry, there’s also Jukebox and Willex and Flynn and PLENTY of angst for the others too! This is the first chapter, but it’s a WIP but the other chapters are on AO3 and I’ll probably post them on here too. Hope you enjoy!!

Summary: Caleb gets bored of using Nick as a puppet and decides to strike the band where it will hurt them the worst. This is his Final Offer, and if they do not submit this time they will be very sorry.

Besides, even if his plan doesn't work out, he will still have a brand new Bassist in the end.

Chapter 1: Now or Never(Caleb POV)

Nothing was working out for Caleb Covington. 

“UGHHH!” he groaned, slamming his head against his desk in defeat. It was just him and his stupid guard in this gloomy office. As the sun slipped under the horizon outside his Hollywood Ghost Club, Caleb sat and pondered. Random papers and sticky notes haphazardly covered his desk, but even with all that he was no closer to getting his band!

It had been months since the Orpheum performance. Months since those little rats had escaped his clutches and ran away with their girlfriend. The memory made anger boil inside of him, but he had moved on! His possession of Nick was an amazing, diabolical plan that he thought would put Julie and the rest of them under his control. 

But the plan was flawed. Possession turned out to be exhausting and painful, and was ultimately ineffective. He left mere days after he arrived, and accomplished absolutely nothing! The boy was fine of course, he knew nothing of what happened, but that didn’t matter. All that mattered was him coming up with a new plan. Caleb had been trying for weeks, experimenting with new stamps and coming up with ideas, but none of them would ever work. The-

“Hmm hm hmmm hmm hmmm,” William, his “guard” at the time, was humming from across the room. Caleb rolled his eyes.

Anyway, Alex, Luke, and Reggie had avoided his club like the plague since the Orpheum. If he had to interfere with his teleportation magic again he would, but right now he had no way of controlling them, of keeping them all in one place. If he could only-

“Hm hm hm hm hmm hm hm.” Caleb’s head snapped up. The boy seemed to be unaware that he was making noise, for he was usually terrified of him. Rightly so. Caleb focused his energy and grabbed a stapler, preparing to chuck it at him to shut him up, but then he paused. 

He had heard that song before. The one William had stuck in his head. It was not a very old song, and he assumed it was still popular if the kids were singing it. It was called… Let Them Go? Let Her Go? He didn't really know the title, but he distinctly remembered the lyrics.

You only need the light when it's burning low

Only miss the sun when it starts to snow

Only know you love her when you let her go…

As the lyrics echoed in his head, Caleb got an idea. A terrible idea. An awful idea. 

He was absolutely thrilled.

“Out.” Caleb ordered suddenly. William jumped about a foot in the air and stared at him wildly, like he’d lost his mind. “Get out! Now! You’re dismissed for the rest of the night I guess!”

The boy looked confused, but excitement flashed across his face as the information got through his thick skull.

“T-thank you s-sir!” he stammered, frantically making his way to the door. 

Caleb sighed in annoyance. “Just teleport you idiot!” he spat. William stood there looking scared for a second longer before vanishing, probably to a certain garage to hang out with his friends. 

Caleb didn't care about that now. That was actually the exact reason he wanted him out of his office. You see, young William was one of the few ghosts who could negatively impact the plan that was taking shape in his mind. And he couldn’t have that.

Reaching across his desk, Caleb found what he was looking for. He picked up an old-fashioned phone and held it to his ear.

“Victoria.” He said into the phone, twirling the cord around his finger.

There was a shuffle before the head of his house staff picked up the phone.“Yeah boss?” 

“Prepare a dressing room,” Caleb muttered, resisting the urge to laugh wildly. “We are about to have a guest.”

“Sure thing!” She responded happily. 

He was so excited!! It was now or never to start putting his new plan into action, and he couldn’t wait to try out a new stamp! Putting down the phone, Caleb searched his drawings until he found a very specific design he had been working on. Now he was certain that separation was more painful than anything he could do to them, but where’s the fun in that? He would hurt them so much, as much as he needed to. No, as much as he wanted to until they did what he said. Caleb knew that his Club was the only place for them, and if pain was the only way to make them see that then so be it.

Just wait. They will thank me. Eventually. It may take thousands of years, but they will be grateful. 

He had finally figured out his issue. He spent all that time trying to figure out how to get all three of the boys under his control at the same time, when really it was much simpler than that! If he could just get one of them to join, the others would certainly follow, especially if the safety of one of their members was on the line. And Caleb even knew exactly which band member he had to take: the least important one. The bass guitar was not a vital instrument. Any other band could go on without a bassist, but he had a sneaking suspicion that “Julie and the Phantoms” couldn’t. 

Their bassist was the backbone, but not of their band. Their bassist was an idiot. He was dumb. He was gullible. He was sensitive. They would do anything to get him back. 

But he would make sure that even Julie wouldn’t be able to save the youngest member of their band this time.

“Only miss the sun when it starts to snow,” Caleb sang softly, a malicious grin stretching over his face. 

Get ready boys. I hope you enjoy your sunshine while you still have it.

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Fated Destiny

anonymous asked:

Hi can i request geralt x reader soulmate unwilling to find each other, you can do whatever you want for the story. I know this sentence mean a lot in the tv show ''people linked by destiny will always find each other''

Rating Mature- You have been warned

People linked by destiny will always find each other

The words etched into your skin since your birth. It burnt at first, even after a lifetime you could still remember the searing, the burning, the begging for it to end. The priestess had told you that it meant your bond was strong, the strongest they had ever seen. That had not been very comforting in your heats, with no lover or soulmate to pull you through; those times were harrowing and hard. Still, the priestess had been proud of a Valkyrie to have a soulmate, the stuff of dreams you were told. It made you almost laugh; you were never a romantic, a realist if anything, the scowled you received at the hands of the High Priestess herself were legendary. So few Valkryie receive such an honour and those who kept them after were few and far between. The High Priestess would repeat time and time again that destiny would prevail. Even now, you could clearly recall the sound of her voice as she bared down at you from her throne in the temple. When you ascended from Swan Maiden to Valkyrie, she had been destroyed that you chose to stay at the temple as advisor and teacher.

Staying in Valhalla was practical, there were so few of them remaining that they need sturdy teachers, who else could teach the old ways, then who would carry the slaughtered through to the next world, guard the weak and vulnerable, help the unfortunate. There were times you regretted it; you were not above the idea of love and a family, only a soul bond could grant that for a Valkyrie to free of her duties and allow the gods to grant fertility. Yet, sacrifices had to be made, and you would never had made a good soulmate, too much of a reader, too bookish, too dull. Those were the taunts that were whispered behind your back, the jeers and isolation who received at the hand of your so-called friends in arms, the other swan-maidens. So you remained in the temple bound to your duty, honouring the dying and the fallen.

But in saying that, sometimes you would fantasise. He would be a fierce warrior, skilled in his craft, bathed in blood and at the same time kind with a loving smile and warm arms that would encircle you. Your dreams kept you company in the lonely nights in the library, and that was enough because you knew, no matter what the books said about soulmate, it was romanticised, no one could love another like that, not even your parents, too afraid of her daughters mark to keep her, so instead offer her to the Temple of the Valkyrie.

‘Y/N…’ A voice called you back into the present as your friend, and mentor Edda entered the vast library, gliding across the marble in her white silk dress. Elegant and poised as ever, she had ascended when she was nearing 40, but she was easily one of the most beautiful maidens in the temple, graceful and slim bodied.

‘We have been called to the throne room; it’s the High Priestess, she has called an emergency meeting.’

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‘Ahhhh Edda and Y/N so glad you could finally honour us with your presence.’ The High Priestess chirped, standing in the middle of the throne room.

Including you, 27 Valkyrie’s stood silently around the edge of the circular hall, some in temple dress of white silk and bright gold metal, hair twisted in place immaculately. Others, in armour, battle dress, plated metal and hardened leather, adorned with the finest steel swords and bows, glittered shield strapped to there backs. Both sides of the Valkyrie were so different. Light and dark. Life and death. Contrasting, but the different sides of the same coin.

‘My children…I fear our age is coming to an end. We have become less and less, humans kill us, haunt us when all we have done is serve them. Till we are the few that remain, if we perish then the Valkyrie is no more. I cannot allow this to happen. The humans have turned, just as they did with the Elfs. Kings mad with power deem themselves beyond us. Some have outlawed magic altogether, train witch hunters to track and kill all things magic. Our temple can stand no longer silent when our brother and sisters are tortured and burnt at the stake. Tissaia de Vries, Rectoress of Aretuza, has pleaded for our help and we can no longer linger at the side of the battlefield. We are Valkyries, shield maidens, defenders, and we do not hide. WE WILL fight. If any of you do not agree, go forth from my halls, I will hold no ill will. But daughters, I beseech you. Fight with me.’

Your eyes did not move from her, her golden hair shining in the light, creating a hallow around her as she moved. No one moved, no one breath till the High Priestess has a sharp nod and ascended the throne.

‘Men have forgotten what it is to be afraid. We will bring fear. Shall we begin?’ The voice of the High Priestess run out deadly across the room as you received your orders.

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With that you found yourself posted to the mortal lands, you still found yourself standing in awe as you past some wonder or another. Skellige had a savage beauty to it, dark greens and blues, mix with the earthy tones of browns and greys. The people for all their ferocious talk and gruff nature were warm and welcoming; few knew your true visage, but that didn’t seem to matter. They welcomed your help with open arms, clothed and feed you.

Your Pegasus, a pure white mare, its wings tucked secretly away at her side as she trotted merrily through the worn path. You had picked her personally from a litter, the runt; you had nursed it yourself, fed it day and night for weeks, will it was strong enough to train and since then you were inseparable. You had flown into battle with her, sprinted through meadows, guarded Kings with your faithful Pegasus at your side.

You had been travelling for days, across Skellige to reach here, the gates of Crach an Craite’s castle, Kaer Tolde. It stood tall and imposing above the sea and waves broke violently against the cliff wall. The stone was a dark grey, but vibrant green ivy climbed the stone, giving it an almost picturesque quality. You hated to admit it but coming to earth had made you realise how much you hate the pristine halls and celestial keeps, you like the imperfect, the grim and the grotesque. Nothing had to be perfect to be beautiful.

A tall, powerful man in traditional garb stood in the middle of the keep, a band of gold surrounded his head, making him almost King-like, a powerful Jarl to be sure.

‘Hail Virtuous Valkyrie, my home is yours for as long as you need.’ The Jarl stepped forward bowing nearly in respect.

‘I thank you, noble Jarl, but just Y/N is fine. My High Priestess thanks you for you tributes. I am at your service.’ You grinned as you stepped forward, clunch his forearm in a Northan handshake.

‘Ahhhhh you with your pretty words. Come I have had the maids prepare a room for you. There is someone I think you have been waiting a long time to meat ’ The jarl laughed as he gestured you into the castle.

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The room was comfy, autumn colours warmed the room, while a fire softly roared by the hearth. It was not as grand as the rooms at the Temple, but in its rustic charms, it felt more homely than any rooms you had ever slept it. You made your way, thought the larges corridors to the feasting hall, it wasn’t hard to figure out where you were going, just follow the noise of roaring cheers that reverberated across the castle. The hall was full of merry people, laughing and cheering, songs rude enough to make a sailor blush. It was outrageous, and you loved it. Weiving you way through the crowd you pitched a flagon from a pasting steward toward your host, who stood in conversation with a group of white-haired men and a woman.

‘Ahhhh Geralt, Vesemir, Ciri this is Y/N, the Valkyrie I have the honour of hosting’ Crach beamed as he hoisted his horn aloft draining the vessel in one gulp, droplets of mead, gathering in his beard.

‘Greetings fair warrior maiden, humble Witchers are ever given such an honour’ the oldest man, bowed, revealing two swords strapped to his back, ever ready it would seem.

‘I have never met a Valkyrie before, is it true you ride a flying horse?’ The women Ciri grinned across at you, amused.

A laugh formed in your belly and escaped from your lip before you could fight it back, ‘It is, mine is called Slugger, he often has to roll with the punches, if you want you could come on a ride. She loves to show off. But the honour is mine; Witcher’s are famed throughout the hall of the temple they are very coveted, I believe many of my sisters have a favourite Witcher they protect and guard against harm.’ You teased, taking a sip of the honeyed mead, savouring the taste on your tongue.

‘Hmmm,’ the last Witcher hummed but remained silent, looking boredly at the floor.

‘I never realised you all had different coloured irises.’ You beamed before turned your attention to the silent man's eyes; they were a stunning amber, flecks of gold run through them, along with burnt oranges and saffrons.’ You smiled ‘Your eyes are beautiful.’

The group smiles vanished, replaced by shocked stares. You blinked quickly, eyes snapping from Witcher to Witcher. You had never meant a Witcher before; it had never occurred to you that they may have some kind of etiquette to them. From the tales that spread across the temple, they fought hard and played harder, any coined they earnt was spent on wine and women, they didn’t seem the kind of people easily offended.

Pursuing your lips in a quick apology they stopped as the Witcher’s lips twitched into something resembling a strained smile, it looked neither happy or unhappy just impassive.

‘People linked by destiny will always find each other.’ The man grunted, his bulky form vibrating at the sound.

A shiver through her body and to her core at the sound of his gruff tone. Immediately, your hand flew to cover your forearm, where your mark was held, just above the artery to her heart, in fear that your gauntlet had come off. The gauntlet that had covered your arm the last 50 years, shielding the mark from the world and you. The man's eyes didn’t leave yours as your thoughts raced a thousand miles a minute. The feeling you felt were conflicted, guilt for not find him sooner, for finding him and shattering what he had already made of his life. Happiness at not being alone, soulmates were meant to compliment the other physically and mentally, to meld into one to create the most potent force, unstoppable. A magnetism pulled you to him, powerful and commanding.

‘By the gods…. I never thought you would hear your word Geralt. You have no idea how much shit I used to give him about those words. Beautiful eyes….huh this grumpy bastard.’ The drunken Jarl boomed.

The other Witchers laughed and raised their drink; however, the ashen haired women observed you curiously, through light green eyes, cat-like, only distracted when behind you a couple of warriors began to brawl causing a chain reaction. Within seconds the whole room erupted in chaos, beer and mead splashed against the walls, teeth spilt out across the floor and the sound of flesh against flesh cracked across the room. Blade where unsheathed and the clash of metal pierced the air. By the time Ciri’s eyes came back to find you, you were gone.

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The roar of the fight had long ago since died down and the roar of laughed was once again back. Your feet aimlessly wandered the castle for the last hour; you weren’t really sure where or what you were doing, the only thing you could hear was his voice repeating your words over and over, like honeyed silk in your head. You never thought he would be this attractive, tanned marble skin paired with white hair pinned back revealing chiselled features. His body was 6ft5 of honed muscle, and in his armour, he was more than impressive, no wonder he was a favourite among the Valkyrie’s.

‘You know I’m not going to let you leave. Not till you let me ride Slugger. I don’t think Geralt would either, but I think he has a rather different idea of riding.’ Ciri’s voice cut through the chilly night air.

The young women sat cross-legged on a bench at the end of the hall. You stood hesitantly lingering in the middle of the hall observing her; she was expressive and kind, her face told everything. It was a gorgeous face, but her eyes were the main feature, framed in thick charcoal, with a smoky eye effect.

‘I never believed it when Crach said a Valkyrie had Geralt words. Apparently, your High Priestess is important to get you bonded.  Had to see it myself, never thought you would be so cool. Is that really a G'valchir sword- I heard they penetrated anything.’

‘It is, and it does. I'll let you practice with it later…perhaps we can spare tomorrow morning.’ You smiled tightly, coming closer.

‘I don’t think Geralt going to be letting you leave that room anytime soon. Don’t worry Crach removed everyone from this wing. I don’t think he wanted a raging Witcher roaming the halls. It's going to fun having you to hang around with.’ Ciri giggled, hopping off the bench and out the window.

The world had lost all normality. This morning you where a wandering Valkyrie, burden with aiding an uneven war and now you were confused. It couldn't be real, just some surreal daydream, fueled by a bad reaction to mead, you just need to sleep and tomorrow would back to normal. Soulbond forgotten. Pushing your way into your room, you fell against the back of the door and let out a puff of breath, as you removed your breastplate and threw it onto the bed, rolling your neck, groaning as you felt the stratifying clicks and began to unbuttoning your undershirt. Only stopping when you saw a mans armour on the dresser.

‘I thought you were going to run away, though I was going to have to track you down….I am a little disappointed not to have a hunt. I think that would start my rut off.’

Geralt of Rivia was lounging on a bearskin rug in front of a roaring fire, shirt half-open, chest hair teasingly peaking out from a rock hard chest, just as tanned as his face. Why was he in your room?

‘What…What are you doing here? These are my rooms.’

‘Hmmm,’ The Witcher grunted.

You stood in silence for several more minutes, his eyes hungrily devouring you, his predator eyes taking in every inch of you, his head tilted to the side, giving you a beautiful view of his neck. Perfect to bite, to suck, to mark. You could feel a familiar tingle travel through her body; wetness pooled between your thighs as gazed down at him. You wanted to say something, anything, but every time you opened your mouth, no words would form.

Swallowing hard, you spoke. ‘What are you doing in my room.’

‘Our rooms. Crach had my things moved in while we were at the feast. Think he thought it was more…. convenient.’ The Witcher smirked as he raised himself up on one arm.

‘What are you doing here?’

‘I stopped running. You can’t outrun destiny just because you’re terrified of it. I was coming for you. I have always been coming for you.’ Geralt purred, standing elegantly, his full height was impressive and intimidating, he crossed the room in two long strides.

You scrabbled across the bed and darted across to the fireplace. Now the light was to the back of you; his features were more prominent, highlighted by the flickering flames, that licked up the fireplace. Geralt’s shirt was now fully open, revealing the sheer power of his chest, perfectly toned by battles and training, the odd scar decorated his body. No wonder he was so converted, your sisters were going to be green with envy when they found out he was yours.

‘I…. We…You’

Before you mouth could catch up with your mind, you found yourself pin to the furs that laid across the floor in front of the blazing fire. The Witcher hovered over you, eyes searching your face, his large hands gripping your hips as the rest of his length held your body in place. Without hesitation, you curled your legs across his thighs and twisted, switching your position, your knees stretched to pin his hips to the floor, it was an easy advantage, from here you could place pressure on his weak point and for a brief moment escape. As you moved back, though the flimsiness of your riding pants you could fill his hardness pressing against your wet core. You had never felt anything close to this pleasure  from the briefest contact. You had tried to bring your self through the heats, the touches where only enough to stave off the pain for a short while, necessary but not pleasurable.

Biting your soft plush lip, you attempted to hold back a groan, as you moved again. Your grip loosened as you caught yourself gentle grinding against the Witcher. His hands slowly travelled up your thighs to rest on your round bottom, pushing his chest up and once against resting above her. You stared nervously up at him, all thoughts lost, he smelt like mint and spice, it overwhelms your senses. Geralt pulled back, peeling off his black undershirt and tossing it clear across the room. Your eyes following the masterpiece of his muscles as they moved. Tentatively, you let your hands brush across his skin with feathered touches, feeling his muscles tighten and relax under your fingertips.

‘I have never been with a man.’ Y/N gasped.

What sounded like a growl feel from his lips, as he kissed his way down your body ‘You are mine’ Kiss. ‘You are only ever gonna be mine’ Kiss. ‘ To kiss, to make love to, to fuck, suck,’ Kiss ‘to finger and touch’ Kiss ‘to tease and bring to the brink of ruination.’Kiss ‘Just like I am yours.’

The sight of the golden skin man between your legs was too much as sight to believe, his amber eyes pinned you to the plush fur as his rough fingers tore into the weak fabric of your cotton trousers. The sounds of ripping fabric were deafening and you couldn’t help but let a bright red blush as he caressed your features. No mortal man had ever seen you this bare, the only thing that covered you modestly was a pare of heeled riding boot and a half-opened shirt. Geralt made quick work of the boots, sliding them off your calf letting his fingers massage them and he removed them one by one, throwing them over his shoulder.

The Witcher shifted slowly pulling himself up your body; his eyes were dark with desire, he looked prima. The intensity of his look made you shift away, backwards, into the mound of pillows, the ashen haired man did not climb all the way up to you; instead his torso pinned your hips to the mattress, his strong hands shooting out to encircle your forearms pushing the down onto the bed, totally disabling any chance you had of escaping him. Geralt amber irises completely consumed black with lust eyes turned away from her a began to mouth any piece of skin he could, his hot tongue gliding across her flesh, teeth nipping and gnarling as he went. It was so gentle yet possessive; he groaned as he sucked the plump flesh of her stomach. Geralt nuzzled at you stomach before looking at her, directly into your eyes. You held his gaze, staring into the depths, of the emotion swirling in his honeyed orbs. Angry. Passion. Fear…Love. The outburst of raw emotion was unexpected; it made him look…vulnerable. Something you neer thought a Witcher to be.

Your lump pink lips parted to speak but instead he pulled hoarse cry from your throat instead. His free hand found your most sensitive area, your clit, swirling in the wetness that had already pooled between her legs. It was slow and playful as the tip of your finger mischievously teased your opening. It was a curious feeling, the need for something, anything was unfamiliar and terrifying, to yearn for something this badly. His middle finger sank down into your core. Bliss. It was a totally new sensation; a moan escaped your lips as his mouth suckling on your breast as his thumb teased your clit. Breathy moans escaped your mouth as he withdraw his finger almost entirely before plunging it back in, it was frantic, you felt raw with the to sensation it has made you slick and pliant to him, something he took complete advantage of. After a few more thrusts another finger curled within you, almost hitting the spot within you, the spot you knew he could feel. The stretch felt strange at; first; his fingers were large and thick, almost too much but still, you wanted more, something to build the burning arch that roared inside you. He shifted a little so he was on his side, still pinning you down with his body, angling his hand for better thrusts, his other hand still gripping your forearm, as your hand searched for anything to hold, something to ground you from the feeling bubbling under your skin. Finally, after what seemed like an age, her slender fingers found his muscly shoulders, she could feel his muscles flex beneath her fingertips as they dug into him.

‘Geralt!’ The tension in your stomach was close to breaking; you could feel it splintering at the force of his actions.

The Witcher rose on his knees taking in your flustered form, a panting mess beneath him. He shed his leather pants so quickly your eyes could not follow his movements. Now he was bare, a true warrior, all muscles and scars. You wanted to spend day upon days worships his body in the old ways, to guide him to the peak of divine pleasure but now his body caged you to the floor, as his black orbs swirled with lust.

His hard member rested heavily against you, thick and throbbing, he said nothing but slowly sank it deep into you with a swift and strong thrust. A feral groaned grunted through clenched teeth as his eyes fell closed, basking in the tight warmth that surrounded him. The pain was pierced through you; he was so thick you though he had split you in half, instinctively you tried to move away, to shift away from the dull pain but his hips kept you in place.

‘Breath…’ Geralt gritted out through clenched teeth. ‘Tell me to stop and I will’ The rough voice of the Witcher broke out in heavy puff, as he rested his forehead against you.

The pain subsided quickly to an ache, a need for you to move. Raising your hips, you felt Geralt shift, pulling back slightly and pushing back in, shallow thrusts hitting the sweetest spots. Wanton moans spurred Geralt, his hips picking up pace and force, withdrawing fully before slamming into you again.

A thin sheen of sweat covered your bodies, moans and grunts filled the room as the fire illuminated them, glancing down you watched with fascination as his cock pushed its way into her tight walls, it was the single most erotic thing you had ever seen. Geralt's thrusts became stronger and stronger, more iritic and with each movement inched you closer and closer to your release.

‘Geralt….’ Your eyes found his as you pleaded.

The Witcher shifted his weight on his elbow as he sank close, his cock grinding against your sweet spot, his free hand moving between your bodies to frantically play with your clit. His pace increased, desperate and needy as he chased their release. Your moans turned into screams as you felt the warmth fizzle in your stomach.

‘Yesssss, Gods, please….Geralt’ Your voice released a hoarse scream as your orgasm rolled through you. Above you, you felt his hips stutter into you, as his teeth bite down into you shoulder and his cock slammed into you once last time as he poured his seed into you.

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You awoke sometime later to find Geralt tracing the word on your arm, lazily. Contented eyes smiled up at you; his hair ruffled up in pleasant bed head.

‘Mmmmm this is nice’ you hummed and snuggled into him. ‘Things are going to get complicated now aren’t they.’ You sighed tucking you head onto his chest.

‘Hmmmmm’ Geralt grunted wrapping his arms around you, tightly.

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[daisylincs]

ur secret santa accidentally got a bit too secret this week as i finished up my finals but now i am free!! throw all ur fav fitzsimmons @ hogwarts headcanons my way, big or small, relevant to the prompt or not, i'd love to hear them! and just for fun (& for me to listen to while i work on ur gift), any song(s) that remind u of our fitzsimmons? cant believe we're this close to the end :)

Oh my gosh, hello, Santa! 💜💜 No worries about the secrecy thing, I've been a touch less active myself here, too, and spending my days being spectacularly lazy 😝 Ah, breaks are the BEST, and I'm so glad you've got one now too!

So, hmmm, Fitzsimmons at Hogwarts headcanons, let me see.

Well, first of all, I think that they're both Ravenclaws, with very little question about that? Fitz could maybe be a Gryffindor, maybe, but ultimately I'd say they're both classic Ravenclaw. They'd also both be those Hermione-esque students who are naturally brilliant at magic, and get all the spells right through a combination of homework (high five, Jemma 🤣) and talent.

I also think that Jemma would be made a prefect pretty much as soon as she was old enough - because, come on, she's literally perfect for it. Responsible but still compassionate, and more than smart enough to keep up with her school duties despite having other responsibilities - yup. Fits the bill perfectly!

Fitz, I think, would be more of a wild card prefect-wise, because he's a little shyer and less natural with people, and also if we have Daisy in the story, he's bound to get into some kind of shenanigans with her 🤣😝

Thirdly, and I don't know how relevant this is at all, lol, I'm literally just spamming you with my Hogwarts-y thoughts and ideas here - but I've always thought that, in pretty much any Hogwarts AU, Coulson would make the most PERFECT Dumbledore, and May the best McGonagall. I mean, just. 😍😍😍😍😍

Ohhh, my gosh, and the last thing I LOVE to headcanon is that Fitzsimmons is That Couple who the entire school ships, and wants to get together - best friends, or maybe enemies (! 👀), but either way very much into each other, and very much mutually oblivious about it.

Hmmmhhhmm, that's all I can think of at 8am this morning, and without a cup of tea, no less 🤣😱🤦‍♀️ But if you'd like any more hcs about this, ask again anytime and I'd love to share them! We still have a few days left 😍😍🤣 And, you know, in general - I'd love to talk to you a bit more once this is all over.

Before I go, though, you asked me for some Fitzsimmons songs - and I'll let you in on a secret here, I absolutely can't listen to anything while trying to write, because my musical brain gets distracted with the harmonies and analysis of the song, or... I just start singing along, lmaoo. Case in point: no writing gets done.

So while I don't have a convenient writing playlist to pick from, after having a bit of a think, I've managed to pull together a list of songs that give me the best FS feels. 🥰

You Were Never Gone from Teen Wolf - this song is, and probably always will be, my number one Fitzsimmons song. Even if the lyrics weren't positively perfectly suited to them (which they are) I also saw an AMAZING Fitzsimmons edit on it once, and that now lives rent-free in my head, along with the stirring and fantastic song itself.

Perfect by Ed Sheeran - this song is probably the most romantic love song I've ever heard, and nothing short of perfect (😝) for any OTP.

Birds by Imagine Dragons - getting angstier here, but this song captures the pain of everything Fitz and Jemma have gone through exquisitely well, and how they still keep hoping they'll find each other again.

Work Song by Hozier - c'mon, you can't have a halfway decent playlist without a Hozier song on it, and this one, especially the part where he sings about how no grave can hold him back from his love, just seems very Fitzsimmons to me.

Please Don't Say You Love Me by Gabrielle Aplin - this is one of those songs that make me think of a very specific time period in FS's history; namely, in season 2, when Fitz had confessed his feelings to Jemma, but she isn't sure how she feels yet, and just doesn't want things to change. Also, Iain de Caestecker is in the music video, and, come on, you don't get much better for FS feels than that! 😝😍

No Light, No Light by Florence + the Machine - another time-specific one, and another SUPER angsty one. To me, there's no song that captures post-Framework Fitzsimmons better, especially the part where she sings about no light in his bright blue eyes. 💔

The Scientist by Coldplay - the last one on my list, and maaaaybe a bit of an obvious choice, lmao, but still one that I think fits them regardless. It's full of heartbreak ("no-one ever said it would be this hard") and also the haunting, sincere wish to "Oh, take me back to the start // I was just guessing at numbers and figures // Pulling the puzzles apart // Questions of science, science and progress // Do not speak as loud as my heart." And I'm just like... damn. Everything about it - lyrics, title, tune - just SCREAMS Fitzsimmons, and I love it.

Right, my dear Secret Santa, I hope you liked this somewhat long and rambly, but hopefully very Fitzsimmons-y and wonderful answer! I, too, cannot believe we're this close to the end (and more than a little pleased to meet a fellow procrastinator writing-wise 🤣✋). With a couple more days to go (AHHHHHHHHHHHHH, indeed) HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!! 🥰🥰🥰

#fitzsimmons secret santa #fsss #my secret santa! 😍 #fitzsimmonsy things #fs playlist #hogwarts au headcanons #two fab; fab things!! #thanks so much; my lovely Santa #you're the BEST 💜

[maythedreadwolftakeyou]

get to know me tag

I was tagged by @ammocharis! thank you! :)

answer questions / tag blogs, u know the drill :)

nickname: Jade

gender: [dial-up internet noise] but she/her pronouns are fine

height: p much everyone I meet (online OR in person) assumes I am taller than I actually am, which is intentional. 

time(zone): its mountain time baby

song stuck in my head: the Orpheus & Eurydice song from the Hades soundtrack because my friend sent me a post about Orpheus 

last movie: Wolfwalkers!!!!!! It was so beautiful and charming. I recommend every movie Cartoon Saloon puts out this one included!

last show: some netflix competition show about glassblowing, as background noise while working. I’ve watched a lot of that sort of thing lately because I’ve been too busy to really devote my attention to anything :(

when did you create this blog: hm, I don’t actually know how to look that up. Sometime in 2016 after I’d been obsessed with DA:I for a while and decided it was enough content to merit its own sideblog off my main account. I would guess maybe March? 

what do I post: most of my Bioware reblogs go over here now, both Dragon Age and Mass Effect :) plus my original fanric, fanart, and bioware-themed crafting! Also some general writing advice/memes/etc since this is the account I interact with more fanwriters through. My non-fandom art, writing, and crafts go onto my main blog, @songofsaraneth!

last thing googled: “kinds of fruit spiky” becuase I was trying to remember the name of a new weird fruit I have eaten. My 2021 resolution is a continuation of my 2020 resolution, which is to eat more strange fruits! As in if I go to the grocery store, and there is a fruit for sale I have never tried before or not eaten in a long time, I buy one and sample it :) The fruit in question for this googling btw was “rambutan”! It was good, pretty sweet and sort of like a juicy gummy in texture. 

do I get asks: every now and then I get a fit of inspiration and reblog a bunch of prompt lists in a row, and then when people actually send them and I look in my inbox, I go “Hmmmm” and vanish for a week becuase writing is hard. so sorry if you have ever sent me a prompt, i promise you i made a word document with the prompt copied and pasted into it before i got moody and went out for a hike instead. No one wants to know what the inside of my WIP folder looks like...

why I chose my url: I was just desperately searching for any DA/Solas related url that wasn’t already claimed, at the height of the DAI fandom heyday. I’m sure many are free now.

following: 503... and so many dead

followers: 648 it looks like

average hours of sleep: depends on how early I have to be awake the following day. If I have no obligations I’ll sleep for ~7 hours or so. But if I do then usually less since I’m fairly nocturnal and it’s really hard for me to fall asleep. I’d guess 5-7 on average, but sometimes with bad nights of only 3-4.

instruments: I spent the last several years learning Taiko Drumming from an amazing group of older women in the town I lived in. I was heartbroken to move and no longer be able to drum last summer. I could still practice on my own just with the motions/no drum, but losing the group energy element of it really makes me too sad to do so. I also grew up playing classical flute from grade school through the start of college, and once in college transitioned a bit to tin whistle instead. I’ve collected a variety of flutes/whistles/piccolos over the years in different styles but am not good about playing them on my own.

dream job: literal dragon, but i’d settle for mermaid astronaut

dream trip: I’ve been recently obsessed with Greenland. Also, anywhere tropical. 

last book I read: I’m currently almost done with of A Conspiracy of Kings by Megan Whalen Turner

favorite food: cheese... like a really nice charcuterie board with a nice variety of cheeses + cured meats + jams + fruit + crackers. though Charis’ answer for this was homemade pizza and oh boy am I craving that now

nationality: All 4 of my grandparents were 1st generation americans! So I’m a mix of Lithuanian, Irish, Italian, and the other 1/4 is a German/Belgian/European mystery 

favorite song: gosh so many. I’ve recently been in a country/country-gothic/folk/folk-rock mood because of a D&D game I’m a part of, so here’s a link to the playlist for my character that fits that vibe

top three fictional universes: hmmm i’m going to go with besides the obvious DA/ME universes (which I love to play in even if i wouldn’t want to live in them)... so I’ll pick Middle Earth, Star Trek, and Animorphs :)

i will tag: @nug-juggler  @raposabranca  @thebookworm0001  @m-m-m-myysurana ohhhhhh thats all my brain will give me off the top of my head right now but everyone feel free to play along & tag me :)

#ramblings #tumblr games #not bioware content

[missnxthingg]

i love your writing so much 🥺🥺 do you think you could write something for tom when it’s snowing and it’s loosely based on the song ‘baby it’s cold outside’ but like less creepy? maybe the snow is bad and tom doesn’t want her to leave yet? something like that!! sorry if it’s confusing

A/N: It’s almost Christmas everyone, and I was looking for something to post as the last imagine of the year, something thematic. But, I wasn’t getting any inspiration, until I got this request. So perfect! Thought I don’t know if I portraited the request very well. I hope it’s good and once again, I’m so sorry to change it a little bit (we already talked privately). Also, thank you, reader, for sticking around with me during the whole year, and let’s just hope we all stick around for another one.

Pairing: Tom Holland x Female Reader

Words: 1.3K

Warnings: None, I guess.

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The sound of the television was all they could hear through the house. The girl lying on the couch with the person she loved the most in the world lying on her belly, softly snoring, feeling her fingertips stroking his hair. And it was all over the news, and she knew it was coming, the worst snow storm of the year, tonight. And it was already getting dark outside. She knew she had to go.

“Baby.” She whispered close to his ear. “Hey Tom, wake up, I need to get up.”

“Hmmm… Five more minutes darling.” He mumbled drunk in his sleep.

“Come on Thomas, it’s going to start snowing soon, and I really need to be home before it does.”

“No, stay, please.” He tightened his grip around her, as if it would make her stay. “Mum is going to make lasagna for dinner, and I know how much you love her lasagna.”

“But I really need to go. My mom will be worried, and I promised to make dinner for my dad tomorrow.”

“I can drive you home first thing tomorrow.” He sat straight to face her and she did as well, searching for her boots to finally leave.

“I can’t baby, I’m sorry. I gotta go.” She smiled tenderly to comfort him, but he looked a bit down, using his fingers to caress her back while she finished zipping her boots.

“Just one more drink them. Anything you want.” She left a small kiss on his lips and smiled.

“Only one cup of tea. No milk.” He nodded and got up to prepare tea for them two. “Can I borrow a jumper?”

“Yeah, I must have one over my bed upstairs.”

She slowly walked through the big Holland house, listening to all of the noises around. She passed through Nikki and Dom’s bedroom, and found them watching a movie with Paddy, all cuddled up together. She smiled and waved at the door.

“Are you going already darling?” Nikki asked and she nodded.

“It’s going to start snowing soon.”

“Are you sure you don’t wanna stay?” 

“Sure. I really have to go.”

“Okay, have a safe trip back home.” She waved and the girl kept walking.

Only one room left with its lights on. Harry’s room, with a soft music coming out of it. And there they were, the twins, lying on Harry’s bed, listening to some music and laughing at something they were saying to each other.

“Night boys.” She said from the door.

“Leaving already, (Y/N)?” Harry asked drawing his attention away from the computer to the girl on his door.

“Yeah, I have to go before the storm.”

“Oh, okay…” Sam said. “Tom is going to be upset though.”

“Why?”

“He was really looking forward to spend the whole day with you and his family before he goes away one more time.”

“Yeah, even Harrison is coming tonight, and you’re already leaving.”

“I really can’t, I promised my dad I’d spend tomorrow with him.” They both nodded.

“I’m sure he’ll understand.”

“But I’ll see you on Christmas eve, okay? Don’t you dare think you’re getting rid of me.” They both laughed and nodded.

“We know.”

“Bye, kids!”

Once she was finally in Tom’s room, she could see the many bags almost ready for him to leave one more time, right after New Year’s day. Her heart sank, knowing she would have to see him leaving one more time, to another country, for a very long time. So she got his jumper on, breathing his scent in before leaving to meet him downstair to say goodbye. The tea was almost ready, but he was getting some biscuits for them. She hugged him from behind and buried her face on his neck, feeling his whole body shiver. 

“We had a good day, didn’t we Holland?”

“Yeah. I got to spend it with my favourite people in the world, and my favourite girl too.” He turned around and leaned against the counter, pulling her by the waist.

“I love you.” She whispered, finally closing the gap between them.

“I love you too.” He whispered once the kiss was over.

‘“Come on, let’s drink this tea, because I gotta go.”

She sat back down on the couch and Tom followed her with the two mugs and plate of biscuits. Before he sat down, the doorbell rang and he went to answer it, meeting with Harrison and Tuwaine. She knew they were coming, but something about seeing them made her want to stay.

“(Y/N), good to see you!” Harrison said, giving her a big hug.

“Oh, my big boys! I was just leaving.”

“Leaving. Why?” Tuwaine asked.

“I really can’t stay.” She said and they nodded.

“Well, it was good seeing you.”

“You too.”

“We’re gonna go see the twins.” Harrison said, knowing he had to leave them alone for a moment.

Once the two boys were gone, Tom and (Y/N) got back to the couch, and he threw his arm around her, pulling her closer. It didn’t take long until she finished her cup of tea, but Tom wouldn’t let her go, leaving a bunch of kisses across her face and neck.

“You’re so needy today.”

“I just wanted you to stay.”

“I know.” She stopped and glanced back to him. “And I also know why. Sam told me.”

“That big mouth…” He sighed and leaned back in the couch.

“Tom, why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I really only wanted you to stay, as much as you can, before I go.” She nodded and unlocked her phone, sending a text to her mom. “What are you doing?”

“Telling my parents I’ll be home tomorrow morning.” He smiled and she lied down the couch once again, pulling him to lie over her like some minutes ago.

“Thank you, for staying.”

“I never really wanted to go.”

And they stayed there for a while, just feeling each other for a bit, before the room was invaded by a bunch of boys. Harrison threw himself over the couple and snuggled between them too, making both of them laugh hard. 

“Harrison!”

“I knew you’d stay (Y/N/N)!”

“Come on mate, she’s my girl.”

“Oi, she’s my best friend too.”

“Stop fighting over (Y/N), and come help me prepare dinner.” Nikki said and the boys followed her to the kitchen, leaving the couple alone again.

“Never leaving during these cold days.” Tom said, kissing her cheek. “Or during hot days too.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“You love me.” They laughed and she kissed him one last time.

“Merry almost Christmas Tom.”

“Merry almost Christmas, my love.”

(...)

“Can you stop bothering me? You’re gonna miss me so much once I’m gone.”

“Shut up, we won’t.” Paddy said and Tom rolled his eyes.

“You being such a bore around us won’t make us miss you a bit.” (Y/N) mocked him with a smile on her face.

“Yeah, we will.” Harrison said and everyone agreed.

“Thank you all for staying. It means a lot to me, and I love every single one of you.”

“We’ll always be here for you.”

“Yeah, you always will.”

Once it was darker, they all found a place to sleep, and Tom dragged his girlfriend to his room, and lied on his bed, waiting for her to pick a hot pajama for her. Once she was there with him, he pulled her closer, to be together one last time. She used her finger to trace every single freckle on his face and smiled once her finger found his lips.

“Promise me you won’t leave in the middle of the night?” He begged and she laughed.

“Of course I will, I’m just hoping you go to bed soon.”

“Good thing I had a bit of sleep during the afternoon. This way I can stay up to be with you.”

“Needy.”

“That’s me.”

“Good night Tom.” She turned around so he could spoon her.

“Good night silly!”

…………………

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[lady-divine-writes]

Perspective

Crowley likes to check in on Warlock from time to time, make sure he’s doing alright without Nanny Ashtoreth. One afternoon, Crowley discovers something rather bittersweet about his former charge and his parents. (1449 words)

“I knew I’d find you here,” Aziraphale says as he finishes his climb, stopping to rest beneath the branches of an old apple tree – healthy and lush, already heavy with fruit. Being ancient, an inhabitant of this hillside before the houses, the cars, even the people, it fears nothing, and that makes Aziraphale smile.

A better hiding spot could not be found for his reluctant demon.

Aziraphale puts his hands on his hips and takes a look around. He breathes in the clean, fresh air; closes his eyes and turns his face towards the golden sun. Today is blessed – one of the first truly warm days of summer.

And he’s thankful for this opportunity to partake in it.

He lays out his tartan blanket and sets himself upon it. He stretches out his legs, leans back on his hands, and becomes one with his surroundings – clear sky overhead, green grass beneath his feet, people everywhere gathering out of doors, enjoying this felicity ...

Save one.

The angel spots him, sulking beneath the bushes, coiled in the shadows.

The tree sits on the slope of a hill overlooking an enormous park. Further down, in an open field, a young boy makes what seems like an impossible catch. The man he’s playing ball with cheers, racing over to high-five his son, congratulating him on intercepting another pop-up. Aziraphale smiles.

“It’s so nice to see the Dowlings have turned over a new leaf,” he says. “Warlock looks genuinely happy. That should make you happy.”

Aziraphale turns his head, looking for acknowledgement from the serpent, but the snake has disappeared. Moments later, Crowley walks out from behind the tree and sits beside his angel on the blanket.

“I guess.” He yanks at a few weak strands of grass (since he’d failed to intimidate the tree), and crushes them between his fingers.

“So, why aren’t you happy?”

Crowley shrugs, merely a placeholder till he can come up with an answer.

“It was nice to feel needed. I know that being his nanny was a ruse but …” Another shrug, just his left shoulder “… I guess I was fooling myself. They never did need me at all. Looks like leaving was the best thing I ever did for them.”

Aziraphale bobs his head left and right, somewhere between a shake and a nod. “Well, you are partially right.”

“Thanks, angel,” Crowley scoffs, eyes locked on the boy in the blue t-shirt and black shorts intercepting another pop-up, while his mother, always with phone in hand, takes a barrage of pictures, posting them proudly to her various social media pages for her friends to see.

“Once you left, his parents had to compete with you,” Aziraphale explains. “With the hole you left in Warlock’s life. It made them realize everything they’d been missing out on, how important he is to them. They started to remember why they wanted a child in the first place.”

“Too little, too late, if you ask me. There are loads of wonderful parents in the world, and yet we’re always overlooking them and giving passes to the bad ones. In my opinion, if you’re gonna be bad parents, you deserve someone else raising your child.”

Aziraphale reaches out, puts a hand on his demon’s knee and gives him a sympathetic squeeze. “It’s a matter of perspective, my dear. You were the greatest nanny Warlock ever had and yet you were a demon, trying to ensure that he would grow up to be evil and cruel.”

“My motives may have been a little skewed, but …”

“… but in the end, you cared about him. Truly cared about him.” Cheers from below draw Aziraphale’s gaze back to the small family, now chasing one another around, playing tag and laughing. “They care about him, too. They aren’t bad parents, Crowley. Not really. They just … lost their way. Forgot what was important. You did them a huge favor.”

Crowley gulps at those words, the notion of losing their way landing on him like a ton of bricks.

It’s something he can definitely relate to whether he wants to or not.

“Yeah, well, it doesn’t feel that way to me.”

“I know it doesn’t.”

Silence falls between them. In it they can hear the words: “Tag! You’re it!”, “Ah! You got me!”, “Good job, Warlock!”, and “Mommy loves you, darling!”

Crowley clears his throat, but it does little to help. Aziraphale feels the lump growing there as if it’s in his own.

“They’re taking him to the states, you know,” Crowley announces, his voice cracking. “Mr. Dowling won’t be traveling as much apparently. They’re going to make a go at being a normal family.”

“I think that’s wonderful,” Aziraphale says, moving closer to his demon.

“Do you now?”

“Yes. And not only for them. For you, too. Now maybe you can spend less time torturing yourself about leaving him and go on knowing that he’s well cared for.”

“And how do you expect me to manage that, hmm?”

“By having a little faith, my love.”

Crowley snarls, grabbing a handful of grass and ripping it from the ground. “Faith in what, angel? God in all of her infinite bloody Wisdom, and all that other nonsense they feed you guys in Cloud City? You’re talking to the wrong damn demon if you honestly think I’m going to have faith!”

“No, Crowley.” Aziraphale finds Crowley’s hand and holds it, smiling when his demon, still mad, wraps his fingers around it. “Faith in yourself. Your chapter in his story may have been brief, but you had an impact. You might have taught him songs about crushing his enemies beneath his feet, but you did it with kindness. You held him and played with him and tucked him in at night. You’re a nicer person than you give yourself credit for, and that kind of love leaves a mark. When he goes to the states, he’s taking a piece of you with him.”

“I suppose I can always hop on over. When’s the last time you’ve been to the states, angel? A while? It might be nice to give it a go, don’t you think?” Crowley stares off into the distance as the family gathers their things and starts to head away. Mr. Dowling tosses the baseball to his son one last time and Warlock catches it. In the process, he turns his head towards the apple tree.

He stops walking.

He squints into the sunlight, leaning forward to get a better look.

“Mom?” he says. “Is that … is that Nanny?”

“Where?” Mrs. Dowling asks.

“Up there!” He points excitedly. “Under the apple tree!”

Mrs. Dowling looks for herself, shielding her eyes with her hand to get a better look. “I … I don’t know. It looks like Brother Francis, to me … in a really nice suit …”

“No, next to him!”

Aziraphale sees mother and son smile. Warlock raises an arm to wave, but Crowley snaps his fingers. Warlock stops, confusion crossing his face.

“She’s … she’s gone,” he says, disappointed. “Wh-where did she go?”

“Maybe it wasn’t her.” Mrs. Dowling puts a comforting hand on his shoulder.

Warlock sighs. “Maybe. But I thought … I was positive …”

“I know you miss her,” Mr. Dowling says, kneeling to talk to his son eye-to-eye, “but the people we love have a way of turning up from time to time when we least expect it. I’m sure you’ll see her again.”

“You think so?”

“I know so.”

Mrs. Dowling shoots her husband a worried look, but he simply smiles. “I work for the government. I’ll find a way. Now let’s be off. Ice cream doesn’t eat itself, you know.”

“Yeah! Ice cream!” Warlock yells, speeding away. Mrs. Dowling takes one last look up at the apple tree, but the tree is all she sees, not the angel and the demon sitting under it, watching as they walk away.

Crowley takes a shuddering breath in, waving a subtle goodbye with his fingers.

Aziraphale hands his demon a handkerchief.

Crowley takes it.

“Are the book metaphors new, or …?”

“They’re on brand, darling.” Aziraphale leans in to give his husband a kiss as he blots beneath his eyes. “I do own a bookshop, you know.”

“I’d heard rumors …”

“Now then - how about we go for a walk, hmmm? Take advantage of this fresh air. Or we can find something else to take your mind off of things.”

“Can we go for a drive?”

“Absolutely,” Aziraphale says, picking up his blanket and giving it a shake. “Do you mind if I get blisteringly drunk first?”

Crowley offers Aziraphale his arm. “I’d be offended if you didn’t.”

#Good Omens #Good Omens Fanfic #ineffable husbands #crowley x aziraphale #aziraphale x crowley #warlock dowling #frankie writes

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A-Z, go!

See, that’s why I should read all the asks before jumping in and starting answering some.... okay sorry, I’ll just ignore the ones I already replied to ;_;

A - Ships that you currently like a lot. I’m not a big shipper, but here’s something from my most recent fandoms and something that I liked for years: Jerza (Fairy Tail) and Royai (Fma), IkkaYumi (Bleach they are canon don’t @ me), ObaMitsu (Demon Slayer, had to google this. Mostly because I read the last chapter a couple of days ago and I’m still in shock), tonight I was reminded of a ship I used to have a long time ago and it’s not anime, LeoxPiper (PJO)

B - A pairing–platonic, romantic or sexual–that you initially didn’t consider, but someone changed your mind. RenRuki (Bleach), to some extent. I usually don’t change my mind on these things, so, even if I don’t ship it, I had to admit they have a cute potential. 

C - A ship you have never liked and probably never will. Every ship involving the main character: NaLu, NaruSaku (and to some extent NaruHIna), Eren and Levi or Eren and Mikasa. The list goes on, if it’s the main character, then I probably dislike the ship. 

D - A pairing you wish you liked but just can’t. Again, the canon endgame ship for the main character. I would enjoy the canon contenent and my fandom experience a lot more if I did. 

E - Have you added anything cracky/hilarious to your fandom? If so, what? I think you’d have to be rather tumblr-famous to do something like that. 

F - What’s the longest you’ve ever been in a fandom? Three-four years. I always go back to Hetalia to roleplay because it’s just so easy to roleplay this fandom, so I never really leave, I always have it tagged on Omegle LoL

G - Have you ever had an OTP? If so, do you remember your first one? Who was in it? I don’t know? Probably in my YA reading days, but I can’t remember which was my first OTP. If I had to pick a wild guess, probably something in Percy Jackson, like LukexThalia, but I’m not sure, it’s been a long time ago. 

H - What is your favorite source text for fandom stuff (e.g., TV shows, movies, books, anime, Western animation, etc.)? Anime and, most recently, manga. But it depends on what it’s easier to find, to be honest. Since I depend a lot on subs (because I can’t always understand spoken english with ease) I found that you can always count on Anime to be subbed, so it’s more a matter of convinence than preference. 

I - Has Tumblr caused you to stop liking any fandoms, if so, which and why? I have been active on Tumblr for a short while, but the fanbase made me dislike Supernatural and I’m still enjoying Bleach because I tend to stay away from the fans (guess what they have in common? Crazy and angry shippers)

J - Name a fandom you didn’t think about until you saw it all over Tumblr. The most recent is Demon Slayer and even Haikyuu to some extent. I didn’t know they were a thing until I saw post on tumblr. But I easily give in to what’s popular and sometimes I come to regret my decision (Like watching Game of Thrones). 

M - Name a character that you’d like to have for a friend. There’s lots of them!!! In Black Clover, I’d want to be friends with Leopold. 

N - Name three things you wish you saw more or in your main fandom. In Black Clover I’m pretty satisfied with what I see. In the show I’d like to see more of my faves. That goes for Tumblr as well. And ships, there’s not a lot of canon ships in Black Clover.

O - Choose a song at random. Which ship or character does it remind you of? From my YouTube Mix randomized, God was Never on Your Side (Mothorhead). If you are familiar with the show, that’s really a no-brainer because it played as he died: Jack from Supernatural.

Q - A fandom you’ve abandoned and why. I’ve abandoned a lot. I’ll go with Attack on Titan. The fanbase was rather unpleasant and the plot was going in a weird and boring direction. The same problem with the plot drove me away from Blue Exorcist.

R - Which friendship/platonic relationship is your favorite in fandom?These questions are the worst because there’s so many to chose from. Anything that falls under the ‘found family’ trope tbh.

S - Show us an example of your personal headcanon (prompts optional but encouraged). If only I had imagination. An headcanon of mine is that Luck is Charlotte’s little brother. 

T - Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending? Not really? If ships count as headcanon, I’d say that Ikkaku and Yumichika from Bleach are a couple. I also had another in Bleach that was less of an headcanon and more of a ‘I thought this was canon until the manga explained it differently but I like my idea better because it makes more sense’ that is that Rukia, from Bleach, is actually Byakuya and Hisana’s child. I don’t think I have enough room to write my it in details and why I think it makes sense though lol

U - Three favorite characters from three different fandoms, and why they’re your favorites. Fuegoleon. Do I really need to explain this? Duh.  And the last two recent things I read: Byakuya from Bleach. I loved him from the get-go, there’s not really a reason. And from Demon Slayer, Rengoku. I don’t think I can say much about him because the anime still has to cover his arc, but who read the Infinity Train Arc knows. Also, he reminds me a little of Fueggy with his Fire Breathing, he’s kind of a captain (a Pillar) and he motivates everyone.

V - Which character do you relate to most? Lazy characters like Shikamaru or awakard like Kenma.

W - A trope which you are virtually certain to hate in any fandom. Main character slowly succumbing to the dark power he has inside (Naruto - Nine Tails, Natsu - END, Eren - the crack he’s smoking apparenty, Asta - the Demon, Meliodas - his demon power, Also Sasuke -cursed mark even though he isn’t the main character) it’s so overused. When I thought KnY was going in this direction, I was about to drop it - but luckly it didn’t, it was a surprise since it was all about demons but a welcome one. 

Y - What are your secondhand fandoms (i.e., fandoms you aren’t in personally but are tangentially familiar with because your friends/people on your dash are in them)? Boku no Hero. I watched only a bit (up to when Bakugo gets taken to the Villans’ hideout I think?). it seems interesting, but I can’t deal with ongoing series (Black Clover is enoguh for the time being).

Z - Just ramble about something fan-related, go go go! Alright this is going to be controversial but sometimes your ships don’t get canon, get over it. I’m so tired of borderline delusional people point out how two characters were so *made for each other* and the author is either 1) homophobic 2) a bad writer (even though y’all liked his writing until the last chapter? Hmmm) 3) clearly manipulated by the editors, he wanted to make X ship canon!!!. And fans really need to stop bashing characters that “get in the way” of their OTP. It’s just pathetic. At the least lose with dignity. 

#ask

[poignantpulchritude]

Silly Pleasures-Chapter 6

*Thanks to everyone reading along so far! I’ll be back to posting more frequently, I got into a bit of a slump once work started up again. But we back BABY!!!!*

I was deep into an article detailing the life of executioners in 17th century France, when I felt eyes staring in my direction. I looked up from my laptop to see a boy, possibly around 18, quickly look towards the window of the library. It was all too quick for it to be a coincidence. 

Once my gaze drifted back down to my computer, I felt the eyes return to me. I tried to ignore the feeling, but eventually it became too much. I felt my neck heat up in a blush, my armpits started to sweat under my white sweatshirt, and I could no longer focus on the words I was reading. The letters blurred into a gray mass on the page. 

My phoned beeped next to my hand, making me jump out of my panicked state. I took a deep breath in to calm my nerves before looking down. Despite the immediate increase in heart rate as I glanced at the name, I felt a small smile creep onto my face. 

Harry had texted me periodically since our night out for drinks a week ago. He was not the best at texting and most of the messages consisted of random dad jokes sent impulsively. I also could not deny that each time I saw his contact, I blushed and tucked my phone away as if I was harboring a deep secret. 

In some ways, though, Harry was my deep secret. While our friendship was still in its early stages, I developed a sort of possessiveness over him. After hearing about our semi-date, I was brutally interrogated by Rosie, Amber, and Keith. They wanted to know whether or not some of his past relationships where publicity stunts, if Larry was real, and if he secretly hated all One Direction songs. Instead of obliging their twisted questioning, I simply told them that he smelled good and remembered my drink order. I did not share that there were whispers and the slight brush of hands. That was for me.

Instead of a knock-knock joke under his name, Harry sent me an invitation to a party that night. 

Technically, today was a day off for me. I gave myself an early weekend because of a steady string of private chats over the past few nights. My research for my dissertation was far ahead of half of the other students, too. I had no excuse to decline his offer. 

What time and where?

*

Hours later, I was sat in the living room of Alexa Chung. It all felt quite absurd.

When I informed Molly of my plans for the night, she gave me a knowing smirk. “Oh, my god, you are going to fuck him, this is incredible.”
 “Stop, you don’t know that at all. He’s giving me very friendly vibes, maybe he just wants another friend that has impulsive tattoos?” I offered up. This was far from a date in my eyes. Not only was Harry not picking me up, he was not meeting me anywhere before, instead choosing to let me show up outside a very swanky flat at 8 that night, alone.  

A man I did not know opened the door when I arrived. I did not really know what to do or say. Harry did not tell me who’s house this was, just the time and location. 

“Um, hi. I’m here for the party,” I said, with an odd grimace on my face that I attempted to make look like a confident smile.

He smiled back, similarly confused, but said, “Uh, certainly. Come in, come in, it’s a bit nippy out there.” I blushed deeply as he stuttered and coughed at the end of his sentence. “Well, it’s a bit cold I mean.” He walked ahead of me, further into the luxurious flat as I tried to discretely rub my boobs so my nipples could warm slightly and not be so obviously erect. That did not help much put instead encouraged them to raise further. I groaned and hugged my open jacket tightly across my body. I’m positive I looked ill.

When we finally arrived at the end of the long hallway to a large living area, I noticed the long table filled with bread, tomatoes, and pasta. My mouth watered at the sheer amount of Italian food and at the copious bottles of wine. In those moments, I decided I would just sit at the table for the entire evening, hiding behind the bruschetta and creating a barrier of wine so no one would see my face. Clearly, Harry had other ideas.

“Jeanne, you made it!” He yelled across the room, surrounded by a gaggle of beautiful women. I gave a shy wave as he left the group to give me a hug. I felt the glares from the other girls immediately. 

“Hi Harry. Nice of you to inform me of the dress code and the fact that it was a dinner party,” I complained through a tight smile. He rolled his eyes playfully at my words.

“There is no dress code, this is their casual attire, trust me. And besides, it’s mostly a drinking party with a bit of bread involved.” If I had known I would have been sitting around men and women decked out in brown leather, stilettos, and silk scarves I definitely would not have decided to go bra-less in a white shirt and jeans. My desire to have every event be casual got the best of me once again. “C’mon, lemme introduce you to some people,” he spoke as he led me around the room, hand on my low back like days before. 

So that was how we arrived at the absurdity of sitting in Alexa Chung’s living room. She was chatting animatedly on the light couch in front of me as I sat facing her on her wood floor, sitting on a pillow and leaning back on the coffee table. Harry was correct that much of the food was left at the way side, which meant that I would happily be able to sneak plates of it home. 

“Have you ever been to Paris, Jeanne?” Alexa asked. I downed the rest of the red wine in my glass before answering. 

“Nope, but I’ve been to Nice. That’s where my dad’s family is from.”

“Wait, you’re French?” A girl, who’s name the wine haze helped me forget, asked quickly.

“Yup, only half though.”

“Hmmm, interesting.” 

I was a bit confused by the way she responded. There was a tone to her words that seemed almost disappointed. 

“What?” I asked, “Is a rivalry between the British and French coming to a head right now?” I attempted to joke. 

“Oh no, sorry I didn’t mean anything by it. It’s just…well…Harry’s last girlfriend was French.” Before I could ask her what she meant by that, I felt a body land heavily next to mine on the floor. 

“So, what’s the hot gos here ladies?” Harry slurred. 

“Just talking about your dating history dear Harry,” Alexa teased. 

If Harry was uncomfortable by the topic, he didn’t show it, especially with how drunk he was. By his behavior, tonight clearly was not meant to be a date. I spent most of it talking to people that happened to sit on the couch I was in front of, while I drank my wine. Harry popped in a bit now and then, but it seemed like he was deep in conversations with everyone except me at the party. It was fine. 

“Wouldn’t everyone fucking like to know all about that,” he responded, picking up the bottle of wine on the coffee table behind us and putting it up to his lips.

“Hey, that’s gross,” I grumbled at him, pulling the bottle away and clutching it to my chest. 

“You’re gross.”


“You have no idea.”

Harry laughed at my words and I saw some light go back into his eyes. He did not look very lively, but distracted or clouded. 

“So anyway Jeanne, you absolutely have to go to Paris and to this one shop…” Alexa continued on and I nodded and smiled when appropriate, but was focused mainly on Harry’s body heat beside me. He was almost oppressively warm, no doubt from his running around the party and his alcohol consumption. Each word Alexa spoke had Harry leaning closer and closer towards my left shoulder. He smelled uniquely floral, a departure from his husky cologne days before. 

Before I knew it, Alexa and her friend were no longer speaking to me. Instead, they were engaged in a heated conversation about politics with the self-proclaimed son of an Earl. I could feel Harry’s eyes burning a whole into the side of my face. I decided to blurt something out to diffuse any one-sided sexual tension I was feeling.

“You don’t seem happy.”

Harry pulled his head back in confusion and shook it back and forth, his hair not as mobile as years past. “What do you mean?” he asked, light and confused. It seemed put on for my benefit.

I shrugged. “I don’t know, you look a bit down. Maybe it’s because I’ve never seen you drunk,” I told him. Though I left out that his sad looks probably had nothing to do with his drinking, remembering stolen images of him on the internet drunk and smiley with friends. I could tell his behavior was odd. 

“Well no. I’ve been talking to everyone here tonight!”

“Talking to lots of people doesn’t mean you are incapable of being sad, Harry.”

“Why do we only interact when we are drunk?” 

“You are the one that has invited me to two events that were based solely on drinking. And don’t try to change the conversation on me, I’m a scholar, you need to do better than that.”

“Well here’s one, why don’t you invite me anywhere?”

I was too flustered at this question to attempt to sway him back to our conversational starting point. “Uh, I’ve invited you somewhere.”
 “Bullshit! I’m not blackout drunk, I still have my memory,” Harry said, humor thickly lacing his voice. 

“I…I uh, well I’ll invite you somewhere now.” Harry waited patiently. Ideas rattled around in my head of places to take Harry that would not absolutely bore him out of his mind. “I’m going to the Victoria and Albert Museum Monday afternoon.” 

He just stared at me. “And…” he responded in an exaggerated manner.

“And…I would like you to come with me. I haven’t been yet and they were your royals previously.”

“Why thank you Jeannie, I would love to.” He made a big show out of his response, bowing his head and picking up my hand to kiss delicately. I whipped my hand back, faux annoyed but secretly giddy. Harry’s laughter traveled across the room at him antics. “I haven’t been to a museum in ages.” 

I began to question him as to why, but realized that he was actually someone incredibly famous. I immediately felt terrible, realizing that Harry would be unable to enjoy the outing because of his recognizable face. “Oh jeez, never mind. I didn’t even think about people recognizing you.”

“No, no, I want to go. I’m not hounded as much as I was with the band. Besides, I’m not sure how many fans will be at a museum named for royals on a Monday unless they are with a school group. It will be fine.” The smile Harry had on his face was genuine and it made me feel happy inside, not because it was directed at me, but because it made him look better. The clouds behind his eyes were not as heavy.

“Are you really okay?” I asked him one last time. 

He looked me in the eye and remained silent for a good twenty seconds. I was not sure he was going to respond at all, but then he nodded slightly. “Yea, I’m feeling okay. We put the finishing touches on the album today and it just brought back some feelings, that’s all.” Suddenly, it made sense. Feelings of his ex-girlfriend. “Some of her friends are here,” he admitted. The heavy drinking finally made sense. 

“How long ago did you break up?”

“Oh, a long while ago to be honest. But, it’s a bit difficult to be reminded of it so frequently. I was pretty isolated for a while so it’s weird being around it all again.” 

I remained silent, letting his words sink in. I never had a long-term relationship. The longest was about four months, that ended in infidelity. I did not know what it was like to be emotionally and physically connected to someone for months or years and then to have that ripped away. “I don’t know what to say. I’m shit at relationships.”


Harry shook his head, “You don’t need to say anything, that’s all well and done. Just need to do a bit of growth again, don’t want this to set me back and put me in a funk.” After he said this, Harry’s eyes traveled to the wall in front of us, inspecting the colorful paintings on the wall. I could tell he was being introspective, thinking too deeply in his intoxicated state. 

The first bars of Just Like Heaven began to play through the speakers. My ears immediately perked up and I shook Harry’s shoulders. He looked over at me lethargically, a bit like a confused puppy dog. I jumped up on my feet, only wobbling slightly as I pulled Harry up too. I dragged him to the center of the room and started flailing around to the words. “I love this song!” I yelled at him, jolting a few of the bodies around us. 

Finally shaken from his reverie, Harry started bobbing his head and moving his limbs in an awkwardly hilarious fashion. Soon, we were dancing erratically to the beat, stomping on the floor and twirling around in circles. I felt like I was in kindergarten again, running around the playground playing tag with the boy I had a crush on. Those around us joined in and soon Alexa Chung’s flat was filled with moderately intoxicated people dancing to 80’s pop-punk. 

“Show me how you do it, and I’ll promise you, I’ll promise that I’ll run away with you,” Harry and I sang in unison, loud and smiling. I was not embarrassed or nervous at the lyrical implications of the song, I was just jamming out with a friend. It was at this point that I genuinely felt that Harry had become a friend. We danced the most aggressively in a crowded room without a care in the world. 

“Hey Jeanne!” Harry yelled over the music, “You’re just like a dream!” I laughed loudly at his repetition of the lyrics. I even gave a little bow. We giggled around the room and I felt the lightest I had in a while. I did not notice until later that night that Harry’s eyes looked the brightest I’ve ever seen right when he sang to me, “You’re just like heaven.”

#harry styles fanfiction #Harry Styles #silly pleasures #one direction fanfiction #one direction #fan fiction #fluff #watermelon sugar #fine line

[shhhhyoursister]

hi friends i wrote this all yesterday and just never posted it i guess and these thoughts are definitely less coherent but!!!!! they’re valid!!!!! so here is the second edition of.....

MUSIC IN DRUCK (3x02)

quick musical doodles - i’m including this just cause it makes me laugh, cause it starts and the first notes hit kinda heavy, especially cause you can see matteo sitting on the steps just flopped over and it seems like it could potentially be the start to a serious scene, but then you see the BOYS coming in and then you see matteo looking slowly up at them and carlos’ fucking face kills me every time he looks like he’s trying so hard not to laugh but jonas and abdi are walking with like,, a hint of swag??? and then you can see the “what the fuck” on matteo’s face, that part is just hilarious and i had to mention it

obvs - so i didn’t think i’d have much to say about this song (plays during the scene where david and matteo are awkward gay stuttering and then leonie comes over) but i think the function of it is to highlight the whole nervous/stuttery/apprehensiveness of approaching/talking to someone you’re developing a crush on??? and how you can obviously hear the music during the moments of awkward silence and there are no words so you’re just kind focusing on the fact that they aren’t speaking and it plays until david is completely gone

8896 - so this song gets interesting when you look into the lyrics a lil more,, this song plays while matteo is watching david try to shove his bag in the locker (as this post said it’s heavy bottom imagery) and when i looked ho the lyrics i was like 🤔🤔🤔 because the first line is “you say there is nothing to hide” which is interesting because both matteo and david, at this point in the story, are hiding pretty big things about themselves!!!! it gets even MORE interesting later on when you look in the 2nd chorus and see “we’re running down roads and crossing track stones / pay for the ticket, just enjoy the circus / run away another day” that first line kinda made me think about them leaving leonie and sara to go to the pool (i know they were riding bikes but you get it) which is further cemented by the last line?? like how many songs did the druck crew manage to find that reference “running away”???? that must have been someone’s entire job!!!!!!!! (also the fact that this song that mentions hiding things and running away leads up to matteo googling how to have sex with a girl when you’re not into her.....)

go! - AKDKAKD okay y’all there’s not even that much for me to say about this one i just needed to include it cause the absolute CAMP of having matteo fantasize about david walking down the hallway staring at him and then twirling while a dramatic saxophone song plays in the background???? are you kidding me???? that’s comedy gold

where’s the catch? - this song goes from rap to basically a few different voices going “aaaAAAHHHHH” (in like a nice melodic way of course) as he sees david in the bus, and then they the beat kicks in again as matteo is doing his weird 👁👄👁 intense staring, and it’s a very steady beat and it was kinda making me think about when you’re standing near your crush and you can kinda feel your heart beating a little harder and faster and you can maybe hear it a little in your ears and your palms are sweaty (moms spaghetti) and you’re trying to not be weird (matteo definitely did not succeed at that) and you’re just excited?? that’s the vibe i got with this song in this part, esp cause it sounds like it’s in kind of a weird key so it’s really driving in that “this is exciting but strange and kinda nerve wracking but i don’t hate it” vibe ya know??

**jazz - okay so i think this was such a fucking good song to play for this part???? “drink more water” is just....idk really funny to me?? but also the song itself is really chill and playing a rap song if they knew they were gonna cut the sound of the dialogue out was a really smart type of song to choose!!!! like it’s obvious that matteo is just staring at him and losing his mind over having a cute boy at his place, and the way they cut the words out when matteo and david are talking and slowly fade it out....it’s good dude it’s VERY good

love$ick - this song starts with a very interesting lil percussion bit that really sets up the tone for this part of the clip??? it’s fun and catchy and has an interesting beat and mixes really well with the sounds of two high dumbasses cooking gross sandwiches and falling in love :,,) it’s also kind of interesting that they chose to play a part with no words while they are cooking because there is very little actual dialogue, so unlike before where they filled the silence with fast rap, here they really want you to focus on the smaller details and the way their bodies already naturally kind of move around each other very well?? and the way they end it right after the boys each take a bite of the sandwich is really funny to me just cause you can obviously hear the *crunch* and then it stops and you hear them both going like “hmmm” “mhm” and the “weird....but also good??” i think i love every single decision this show has made so far with the music tbh

**go rilla - this song starts playing like the second before matteo picks up davids beanie, and it definitely isn’t the happiest sounding song, but while it has kind of a sadness to it the music drives in a way that makes the vibe more that matteo is sad that david left, but seeing the beanie is a moment of “oh, but now i get to interact with him again” so it’s a hopeful kind of sadness?? i’ve definitely talked about the hopefulness of some of the songs before but i feel like its the correct word?? like as a viewer i’m hearing that song and seeing him hold the beanie and i’m thinking to myself “oh, davids gone, but it’s not over yet folks!!!!”

ahh hope this was okay hope y’all enjoy readin my stupud ass thoughts about this topic lol next one soon??? probably??????

#noggins #druck #matteo florenzi #david schreibner #davenzi #music in druck #3x02 #druck 3x02

[grotesquegabby]

Three little wolves

@post-itpenny I didn’t know if you were requesting something for Magpie with an Elder or both of them separately. So I did them separate. There are also mentions of an elder or two of yours in here.

This is a story about The Mad One and his two children and how he gained...a third child~

whom we all know and love dearly~

He was not around when it happened. As he was tending to the needs of his own. The two mischievous little ones he had created.

But news traveled fast to his domain. Little whispers among the mushpeople, picked up along the breeze and carried to his ear. Nothing ever went unnoticed or unknown to him. How this information got to his domain it’s unknown only to him. The Mad One worked in mysterious ways. With just a look the two little ones knew and hurried over to their father. Climbing up his long legs and onto his back, holding on tightly so as not to fall. With a giggle The Mad One set off to their next destination.

It didn’t take long for the three of them to get to the domain of Adeline. This is where a new patient was being taken care of as of recently. The Mad One stopped to let the two little ones climb down. They did so and ran ahead of the tall man. As he didn’t need to run as a few steps and he was already bending down and knocking upon the other Elders door.

Angry screams could be heard coming from inside, and got louder as the door opened. Adeline seemed a bit surprised to see him and the two children. “oh hello!” She looked down at the two little ones, “Do you two mind playing outside for a bit while I borrow your father” The twins nodded and hurried off with a giggle. Adeline beckoned The Mad One in hurriedly, “You have more arms than me, you can help with..”

“The boy~”  he replied looking in the direction of the angry screams. The sound of things being broken and slammed could be heard in the mix.

“Yes, he’s having another fit. I don’t want him hurting himself more than he already is. Are you alright with this?” she asked as she hurried down the halls. The Mad One still bent down so as not to hit his head basically crawling on the floor giggling, “of course~” The further into the home they moved the louder it got. It seemed to rattle the other patients within as well. Adeline took a deep breath and slowly opened the door. The Mad One poked his head in and Adeline heard a crashing sound. Glass shattering as it flew into The Mad Ones face. She gasped, “Are you alright?!” As he slipped his head out the room giggling some more, “yes, yes, quite alright. This is him then? The Shadows kid~” “Yes this is him. His name is Alex. He...wait, what are you doing?” Adeline said a bit startled. “Stay here~” she felt the Mad One place her a little farther from the door as he slipped in through the crack and shut it. The room was quite large and the Mad One felt he could finally stand.

In the middle of the room stood a very angry little beast. Teeth bared, red faced, and little balled up fists.

“Well hello there Alex~” The Mad One lifted a hand up to grab his hat and remove it. In the process removing his head, “How do you do?~”

Alex was unfazed and growled, “GO AWAY!”

“My my my~ such a temper” The Mad Ones smile stayed put. He placed his head back onto his neck. “Seems you are giving Adie a hard time dear boy.” He took a step forward only causing Alex to growl again. “Stay back or I’ll eat you!”

The Mad One stopped and wheezed a bit, “eat me..?” He bit his lip trying not to laugh but could not help himself. The Mad One let out a roacous laughter. Alex didn’t like that and picked up the nearest object and threw it, “FUCK YOU!!”

The Mad One dodged it quickly and grinned, “Oooh naughty naughty, I know what that means! huehue quite the arm you got there too. You know you are going to tire yourself out eventually, why not just relax~. Let Adie heal you, she’s only trying to help.”

Alex growled at him and crawled away and quickly made his way up the wall and to the ceiling. The Mad One watched thoroughly impressed, “oh come now, if you behave she’ll give you a cookie. You know like grannys do.”

Alex hurried along the ceiling and lept onto the Mad Ones Face clawing and biting.

“Now now none of that~” The Mad One grabbed Alex by the collar of his shirt. The little one was like a wild animal still trying to claw and bite at him. The wounds Alex gave him cleared up in no time. “Lets find something to calm you right. Do you like music?”

Alex just screamed angrily.

“hmmm......must be a fan of death metal.” The Mad One mused to himself with a chuckle.

A radio was one of the undamaged things left in the large room. The Mad One with a snap of his fingers caused it to play music. Though instead of anything heavy or loud. It played something strange, yet soothing. A tune all too familiar to the Mad One and anyone who has ever been in his domain. Alex hissed, clawed and bit at The Mad One who was unfazed. He carried Alex closer to the radio playing the song. A Giant mushroom started to grow near by and The Mad One took a seat underneath it, “Much better” He said to himself. Alex was still at it but seemed to be less. The Mad One started to bring Alex closer to him as Alex’s movements lessened. He started to move into a cradle pulling Alex into his arms in a way restraining him but keeping him bundled. Alex tried to scratch at him while in his arms but he was getting more and more worn out as the music played.

More mushrooms sprouted in the room all varying in color and size. The music never ceasing. A gentle knock could be heard at the door and The Mad One was a nod of his head caused it to open slowly and quietly. Adeline looked in and sighed in relief before smiling. She walked in quietly and peeked over at The Mad One before whispering “He’s asleep?” “Yes~ a deep sleep I’d say” The Mad One replied quietly

“Do you mind uncovering his back for me?” Adeline asked, “I need to work on the wound.”

“Of course~” He did so just enough to show the wound but to make sure he didn’t let the little Alex go. Alex was indeed in a very deep sleep. One of his little hands was gripped onto the jacket of The Mad One. “How did you do it?” she asked while healing. “Simple dear Adie, my music. Plus it’s clear to see he’s not used to being touched.” He said ever so quietly. “hmmm, well thank you for your help. I appreciate it.” She said with a smile. “Alright well I will have to work on it some more, but for now let him rest.”

“How long has he been here?”

Adeline frowned, “Well it happened a while ago, he’s been here for a week. And for most of the week I haven’t been able to get to his wound. Though I suppose it makes sense he wouldn’t want to be touched if he’s not used to it.  I’ve only been able to heal it when he’s asleep but he usually doesn’t sleep for long.” The Mad One hummed in thought as he smiled down at the little one in his arms, “perhaps I can take him off your hands.” “I don’t know...” She said uncertainly.

“I could take care of him, and I have my little Acca and Accius to help him as well. I’m sure they’d enjoy the company and it’ll help him learn. You can come heal him too as you are the best at healing.”  He explained, his smile never leaving. Adeline thought about it, “hmmm....Alright. But he can’t be too rough otherwise the wound will start to get worse again. Zerneboh did quite a bit of damage to him.” The Mad One nodded, “of course, I’ll make sure no harm comes to this little one.”

~~~~

The next day, Alex was still deep asleep in the arms of the Mad One. Adeline had given him instructions to come back if anything bad should happen or to call her if need be. Acca and Accius climbed up their fathers legs and onto his back looking down at the curled up eldritch in his arms. “Papa who is that?” asked Acca curiously. “This is Alex~ and he’s going to be your brother.” he replied happily. Accius tilted his head, “Our brother? Why?” “Because he needs a nice family, and we’re a nice family aren’t we?” questioned the Mad One though he knew the answer to this already. The twins nodded happily.

It didn’t take long for them to return to their home domain.

Upon this return Alex started to wake up. Though a bit grumpy from having slept so long, as he was not used to this. “wha....Where....” Alex’s eyes shot open, “Where am I? Put me down! I’ll kill you!” He tried to struggle but found he could not within The Mad Ones hold. The Mad One giggled, “Theres no need to struggle Alex, you are safe. Would you like to be put down?” Alex growled and snapped at him. “That’s not an answer. I will wait till you are ready to answer.” chuckled the Mad One. Accius climbed off his fathers back and ran off to play. Acca stayed behind instead curious about the angry little boy. “Papa why doesn’t he use his words?” she asked. “He’s not used to using them my little rose” Acca stared at Alex only for him to glare and growl at her. “If you want down you have to say so. Like this... Please let me down.” She said as an example.

“Fine...Let me down!” He barked. The Mad One giggled, “alright.” And set him down. run along and enjoy yourself.” Alex ran off hoping to leave. Unbeknownst to him he wouldn’t be able too. “If you get lost follow the mushrooms!~” called The Mad One with a laugh.

Alex ran through the foliage as fast as he could. It didn’t take him long to realize he was lost. And when he tried to leave The Mad Ones domain, he found he could not and kicked up dirt and yelled. When he calmed down he plopped onto the ground with a huff. It was at this moment he noticed the pain in his back that he had been feeling for the past week seemed to have dwindled by a lot. Guess the Lady who was a Granny did that, he thought to himself.

‘What was it the weirdo said...’ he couldn’t help but think.

“Follow the mushrooms?” Alex tsked, “What the hell does that mean...” A couple feet away from him he saw movement. He stood up and growled. The movement seemed to pick up as tiny little mushrooms scattered about the place squeaking in fear. Many of them tripping over themselves as they tried to get away from Alex.

Alex watched them a bit confused by their antics as they kept running, some at him as they really seemed scatterbrained. “Follow the mushrooms...” Alex said to himself. He started to walk after them, and they continued to run away.

It wasn’t long till he came upon a clearing with a large dining table full of tea sets and treats. All the little mushroom people ran back into the greenery leaving him there. “Welcome back, you’re just in time for tea~” Laughed the Mad One. “Do you take sugar with yours?” Alex glared at the Mad One. “I’ll take you enjoy sugar at least. You are welcome to join us after all this is your home as much as it is our home~” he poured another cup of tea and placed it by an empty chair a few seats away from anyone. Alex seemed to like his personal space. The Mad One turned to his other two children who was seated next to each other and near by their father enjoying their snacks and tea. Giving Alex time to think about joining them and letting him make a choice on his own, instead of forcing him.

It was a solid five minutes before they all heard movement by the chair he placed the tea by. Alex sat a couple seats away to keep his distance. He sniffed the drink, it didn’t seem poisoned. He sipped it and spit it out, wiping his mouth. “s’gross” gagged Alex. The Mad One chuckled, “Tea is an aquired taste my boy~ Perhaps you’d prefer something else.” The tea vanished and was replaced with a juice box. Now this is something Alex could get behind. He snatched it up and started to suck it down.

The Mad One was delighted by this, his two children had their own opinions of Alex as well. Though they differed from each other.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Time went on, Adeline visited The Mad One and Alex to heal him. Every time she visited something new would be learned. Alex liked his space, he wasn’t used to people touching him and often didn’t like it unless it was on his terms. He was also growing closer with The Mad One slowly but surely and it seemed a friendship was forming between Acca and Alex. She viewed him as a new brother right from the start, though it was clear Accius still needed convincing.

Another new fact was that Alex didn’t know how to regulate his own emotions or what to do when he felt them. When he was happy he was a delight to have around, when he was angry that was another story.

But despite this, within another weeks time. Alex’s wound was fully healed. All that remained was a scar as a reminder of that day. Adeline was walking with The Mad One. “I must say you have done exceptionally well taking care of him. He seems like a very different person from the first day I had him in my care.” “Why thank you Adie~, hehehe. The boy just needed someone who was like him I think.” The Mad One looked over to see Alex and the twins, now all getting along better than the first day he came. “My little wolves are all friends now~” Adeline looked over and smiled, “indeed they are, well I must be going if you ever need anything or just want to visit you know where to find me.” He gave a nod and his usual smile, “Til then Adie~”

WIth that Adeline was gone.

“little wolves, little wolves~” The Mad One called. Acca, Accius, and Alex all looked up. “It’s time to take a trip~” They all smiled and hurried over. Acca and Accius climbed up The Mad ones legs and back. Alex did the same but clung to The Mad Ones chest. With a cackle the Mad One was gone with the three little wolves, off to their trip.

#everyone knows the story of the three little pigs and the big bad wolf #but theres also a story called the three little wolves and the big bad pig #I dont remember too much from it but I thought it was a pretty cute book #So the man one refers to his children and a certain someone when all together as his little wolves. considering how they are and everything #they all have names that start with A lol #I thought it fitting #I feel like writing more with this group again. #like how Acca #Accius #and Alexs relationship was

[dxmedstudent]

Weird Asks that Say a Lot  Meme...

My friend the wonderful @meanwhileonwednesday suggested I fill out Every even number for the 'weird asks that say a lot', so here I am. Thanks, friend! XD

2. chocolate bars or lollipops?

Chocolates.

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?

At my first school? Artistically talented and perceptive (one teacher was very vividly impressed by my grasp of duck anatomy at like 5 years old). Then there’s the teacher at my new school who thought I had special needs because I was withdrawn (I was being bullied by most of the class, really); she was a new teacher and not really equipped to deal with that. By the end of primary school, I went back to being commended on my work ethic and smarts and artistic ability.

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?

Hmmm I think my work clothes are mostly a formal/preppy mix. With a little bit of boho thrown in, particularly when I’m at home.

8. movies or tv shows?

I prefer movies, because they represent a lot less commitment (America, please stop giving everything like 17 seasons, I beg of you!), however TV show episodes are shorter and easier to slot into your life than a full movie.

10. game you were best at in p.e.?

I was generally awful in PE. I liked benchball, can’t say that I was good in it, being yet another game where being short doesn’t do you any favours.

12. name of your favorite playlist?

Either my Kickass playlist, or my Reflective playlist.

14. favorite non-chocolate candy?

Starburst.

16. most comfortable position to sit in?

Curled up, on my side, in a nice big armchair with my legs hanging off the side. Surrounded by pillows, and probably a cat or two.

18. ideal weather?

Picture this: it’s a sunny day; warm but not too hot. Maybe around 24 degrees celsius. There’s a warm breeze; it’s not stifling, and it’s not cold enough to make you shiver. The trees rustle with the sound of the wind; change is in the air. You can go out in short sleeves, perhaps with the thinnest of cardigans if like me your metabolism basically died 300 years ago.

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?

Depends on what I’m writing. I am the kind of ineffectual person who starts to write tings in a notebook, but also a couple of word docs. I have post- it notes for important things. I document ideas for my comic in a note/sketch book. I love doodling in my sketchbooks.

22. role model?

I never really had one, growing up. I guess the closest I’d get is David Attenborough.

24. favorite crystal?

My birthstone is ruby (which is red; my favourite colour!) however I also love opals; I love their irdescent (OK, opalescent, technically) sparkliness and the way they shimmer with lots of colours. I don’t see why everyone prefers massive diamonds when opals are like... so much cooler. I I don’t actually own any, but maybe one day I’ll be able to buy myself a nice one.

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather?

Go for a nice long walk, take lots of pictures, have a picnic in the park. No, I lie, my favourite activity is roping someone I care about into doing it all with me, and having even more fun. 

28. five songs to describe you?

Home - Ellie Goulding Fight Song - Rachel Platten Working Woman’s Blues - Valerie June Alive - Bird Set Free My Medea - Vienna Teng

30. places that you find sacred?

Already been answered.

32. top five favorite vines?

Alas, hard to name off the top of my head. I mainly know vines from various compilations.

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head?

Right now? Thankfully none of them.

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing?

That’s impossible to say! Memes were a thing before internet memes became a thing. I’d say that ‘S’ shape we all drew in primary school? Nursery rhymes? Who knows.

38. lemonade or tea?

They don’t usually compete for my love, but i have tea more often than lemonade, purely due to availability reasons.

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?

Some students climbed onto the roof.

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?

Honestly? Skirt pockets. But being a woman, jacket pockets are usually woefully ineffectual and small. Trouser pockets are a bit better, but again usually small. Whereas if someone puts pockets on a skirt, they make sure they are actually proper pockets!

44. favorite scent for soap?

Maybe honey, or roses, or jasmine.

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in?

A baggy pair of PJs; I’m a dress for comfort kind of girl. Particularly since the places I’ve lived haven’t always been great in the heating department. I’ve been known to sleep in a hoodie when it gets cold.

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?

I would like to be a berry, or maybe an apple. Something pinkish red. Sweet, and a little sharp.

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?

Probably my little brother astounding me with how grown-up he is about things. He’s pretty awesome. Or my mum just saying something wildly, hilariously inappropriate XD

52. favorite font?

I love the Komika font family for my comic. I used to use Bookman Old Style, Book Antiqa, Georgia or classic Arial for essays and things like that, when they didn’t specify Times New Roman.

54. what did you learn from your first job?

Always call the med reg if you are stuck, be nice to the nurses and always help each other. OK, I did lots of volunteering in hospital before FY1. In which case my

56. favorite tradition?

My family/culture have a specific tradition on the morning of an exam/interview/life event where you fill a cup with water and a couple of plant leaves (Slavs love putting greenery into everything). You place it at the threshold,  and give it a good kick it with your dominant foot. It symbolises your knowledge flowing, and I guess it’s a good luck charm.. You also aren’t meant to look back (literally); because you should be focusing on the task at hand. As a kid it was a comforting good luck ritual, and I don’t think I ever really grew out of it.

58. four talents you’re proud of having?

I’m proud of my artistic skills, modest though they are. I enjoy creating, and I enjoy that I can make things to cheer up my friends, or things that people here can relate to.

By extension, I’m good with my hands, and that usually translates to picking up procedures and things like that pretty quickly at work. And yes, I love being able to get that cannula in (especially if it’s on the first go!)  when nobody else can. It’s a tiny, tiny thing, but it sparks a little joy. I can develop good rapports with people; which means I can help them to confide their problems, and can help them to feel better or to address things that are bothering them. It’s really mostly about listening and not being judgemental. I am proud that I can sometimes make people feel better, and feel listened to. I’m proud that I learned to try to work through my feelings. As a young person who was really quite stressed, I somehow learned how to apply what’s basically CBT to keep myself relatively sane, and I think it’s helped me a lot. It was only much later that I realised it was basically CBT when I was comparing notes with friends actually going through those kinds of therapies. I’m not perfect at it, and my mind tests me on a regular basis, but it helps.

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?

I don’t know what I’d like to be in? Maybe a Ghibli film. I think I’d like that.  When I was at school, a close friend of mine just turned around and said “OMG, you’re just like an anime character”, to fervent agreement from my peers. I guess they meant one of those chirpy, ditzy shojo anime characters. I can still see myself as some shojo series heroine; frantically trying to keep it together under the pressures of magical girldom, being romantically inept, trying to fight off the baddie of the week whilst learning lessons about getting along with each other, being helpful and not being mean.

62. seven characters you relate to?

Right now? Sophie from Howl’s moving castle, Princess Carolyn from Bojack Horseman, Miranda Otto from D. Gray-Man, Elinor Dashwood from Sense and Sensibility, The Red Blood Cell from Cells at Work, Kiki from Kiki’s delivery service, and Aggressive Retsuko.

64. favorite website from your childhood?

I used to love looking at other people’s art on Elfwood or Deviantart.

66. favorite flower(s)?

Today I’m feeling the answer is lilacs.

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?

Ugh anything bitter.

70. left or right handed?

I’m ridiculously right handed, but I’ve learned to use my left hand more effectively because of procedures etc. I’m really good with my hands, but my right hand takes over like 80% of the work.

72. worst subject?

PE in school, biochemistry at university.

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?

At home, maybe a 3, because I don’t see the point in suffering needlessly. However at work I’ll do whatever it takes to keep functional including taking pain relief before it gets bad because I don’t want to have to deal with pain and an on-call. I’m not sure if the scale is logarithmic? I’d rate the worst pain that I’ve had 5 ot a 6, and that made me vomit and curl up into a ball and basically unable to do anything. But I can imagine pain that’s much, much worse than that was, so perhaps I just can’t thin

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?

This kind of new potato salad my mum makes with onions. Raw onions are totally a trigger food for my IBS, and any time my mum feeds me anything full of onions, she’ll tell me I can take them out if they upset my tummy. And every single time I’ll pile even more onions into my plate because there’s no way I’m letting my gut dictate my life. Turns out, I’m even more stubborn than my IBS; I just don’t want to give up some of the foods that set things off. My GP once recommended a FODMAP diet, and having had a look at all the stuff I’d have to cut, I resolved I’d only start cutting things if my symptoms got really bad.

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?

Honestly, I have no pretentions to snobbery. The best coffee is the one you get when you are about to collapse on a night shift, even if much, much better coffee exists in the world. And the best sushi is the plain supermarket one you get between on-calls to treat yourself, even if the one from a good restaurat is so much nicer.

80. earth tones or jewel tones?

I wear a lot of jewel tones, but I also wear a lot of earth tones, and I don’t really see them as being in competition. Rock all the colours!

82. pc or console?

Phone. XD I don’t play much on either, mainly due to time. Phone has the benefit of being in my pocket when I’m at a loose end on the bus, or at my parents’. I don’t sit down and make time to play, I play games in the stolen minutes here and there when I don’t have much to do.

84. podcasts or talk radio?

Classical music radio in the office (because it’s the most neutral), retro stations in the car (or whatever your guests would like), and podcasts at home when you are by yourself.

84. barbie or polly pocket?

I didn’t have a real Barbie (fairly sure ours were knockoff dolls) but I do have fond memories of making outfits for our toys. Though our favourites were always various little animal models who got into all sorts of adventures.

86. cookies or cupcakes?

Cookies, but it’s a close call. Really, I’d have to say biscuits, since I eat those more often than either of the above.

88. your greatest wish?

For myself? To be happy. For others? Ditto. 

90. luckiest mistake?

Getting into my first degree. Feels like I fell into it, but it set me off on a great path, and I don’t regret that my initial path was far from straightforward.

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?

All of the above.

94. favorite season?

That kind of Spring-Summer interface when all the plants are in bloom, and the weather is warm but not too hot, and the days are long.

96. desktop background?

Arietty’s bedroom from the Ghibli Borrowers film adaptation. I’m a sucker for ghibli aesthetic; usually because my rooms end up similarly haphazardly adorned with cool things. 

98. favorite historical era?

Every era has its own awesomeness. I feel very fondly for the regency period because of all the books I’ve read set in it, likewise the Victorian period. Though both aren’t without their problems. I realised that I style my hair like a Victorian; centrally parted with a neat, low bun at the nape of the neck. XD

I think that might be all the questions! Phew!

#ask meme #personal #my life #askdx #ask dx

[dramallamadingdang]

Question Meme: The Run-on Sentence Edition

Hi! I hurt myself again yesterday. No, not in an "self-harm" kind of way but more in the usual (for me) "mountain-climbing incident" sort of way (I hate scree; I was so close to that summit) and got lots of deep bruises and lacerations for my troubles and was in a world of hurt by the time I saw a doctor, and I cracked something that isn't supposed to be cracked and it all hurts enough that I got prescribed narcotics again for a week and I really, really hate narcotics but I really, really like to be able to breathe without feeling like my lungs are being ripped to shreds, so...narcotics it is. 

It might make the answers to this latest iteration of Ye Olde Question Meme rather entertaining, though. Maybe. Maybe just incoherent. Well, whatever, @nekosayuri tagged me, so it's her fault, and I'm bored and my sleep schedule's all outta whack and I haven't even turned on my Simming computer in like three days and am posting this from a non-Simming laptop, so I have nothing else to post and....yeah. So, I'm like high as a kite right now. I mean, it's not totally unusual because I live in Colorado and weed's legal here, but narcotics is a totally different and much less coherent high for me. So, like, fair warning.

I'm not tagging anyone, though. I've no idea who's done this lately...

Name: Katrina

Zodiac Sign: I don't know why I answer this because astrology is a huge crock of BS, but everyone always wants to know so...Taurus. Barely. (Birthday is April 23.)

Height: Still ~6'0"/~182cm. Yay, not shrinking yet!

Languages Spoken: Fluently? At this point, only English. I used to be pretty fluent in Italian and German, but, you know, the saying "use it or lose it" applies, and since I've not had occasion to use those languages much....Well, there we are. I could speak quite a bit of Russian at one time because I spent a chunk of years there, in the late 80s when it was the Soviet Union and shortly thereafter when things were sorta nuts there. But, again, I have lost much of what I once knew. And there are smatterings of other languages that I can speak mostly-useless bits of. I can ask where the restroom is in many languages because I've traveled a lot. :) I do speak fluent bullshit, though...

Nationality: 'Murican. And since 'Muricans are really, really into their "ancestry" for some bizarre-o reason because ‘Murican apparently isn’t good enough...Like, 95% dirty Welsh peasantry (plus some Irish and Scottish thrown in for flavor) on the paternal side and on the maternal side....Well, one of my great-grandfathers was a first cousin of the English Queen Victoria. So basically, my maternal ancestry is the very confused inbred multinational mutt that is European Aristocracy. God only knows what’s in their genes, though my particular bit of it has lots o’ German. 

Favorite Fruit: Okra. It is a fruit. Look it up. Then again, much of what people call "vegetables" is, in fact, fruits, so there's that.

Favorite Scent: I've never really thought about this except when this was a question on a previous iteration of this meme that I did, and I don't remember what answer I came up with then. So I'm just gonna say...Vanilla-scented candles. Not cheap ones that just smell sickly-sweet sort-of-vanilla-y, but these ones that I buy online that smell...well...NOT sickly-sweet and like how vanilla really smells. Alternatively...snickerdoodles when they're baking. Hubby is baking me some snickerdoodles as I speak. Type. Whatever. The house smells really good. Baking bread is good, too. Before the snickerdoodles, hubby was baking the twice-weekly loaf of sourdough.

Favorite Color: Green. And/or orange. I go back and forth about which is really my favorite.

Favorite Animal: Elephants. Or hyenas. Or cats of all shapes/sizes. Or alpacas. Or llamas. Or snakes. Or spiders of all kinds. Or dragonflies. Or...Um, yeah,  I'm pretty much a fan of all vertebrates and terrestrial invertebrates and some aquatic/oceanic invertebrates, too, so...take your pick.

Coffee, Tea, or Hot Chocolate? Hot chocolate all the way. I don't drink coffee because A) I think it tastes and smells disgusting, but even if that wasn't the case B) I can't have caffeine. Tea is OK. Hubby's way into herbal tea, grows/collects and dries herbs and makes his own blends and shit, and I'll drink it mostly to make him happy, but I'm not into it. I do like hot chocolate, though it's hard to find premade mixes that don’t have powdered milk in them (because I’m vegan), so I generally have to make it from scratch, so to speak, and when I do I use cashew milk as the base and I usually add either peppermint or vanilla extract for zing.

Favorite Fictional Character: Can't really pick a fave. So, have a list, probably but perhaps not really in preference order. Spock from Star Trek, who's been a fave of mine since I was 3 and was watching the original Trek in its initial run, and I announced I'd marry Spock one day. Rodney McKay from Stargate: Atlantis and Vala Mal Doran from Stargate SG-1. (Basically, if you cut up those two and glue various bits of their characters together -- and not necessarily their good bits -- you have...me. So I relate really well to both of them, so I like 'em.) Also Jack O'Neill from Stargate SG-1, but he's mostly for reasons of estrogen. (Especially if you stick 'im in dress blues. HUBBA!) Garak from Star Trek: Deep Space Nine because Cardassians Are Love. Jayne from Firefly, also for reasons of estrogen. Big, hairy, dark hair, blue eyes, solid but not too muscle-y...Yep, that's how I likes my men. And Zoe from Firefly, 'cuz OMG she's how I likes my women. HUBBA!

Dream Trip: *sigh* Still Antarctica. It's the only continent I've not been to, and I will get there before I croak, but...not yet.

When was your blog created? IIRC, it was, like, the middle of December 2013. So, I'll have had this thing 5 years soon.

Last Movie You’ve Seen: I couldn't sleep one day like a week ago, so I put on Miss Congeniality, which is one of my favorite movies because Michael Caine. When I can't sleep, I'll usually put on a really familiar movie or TV show and it lulls me to sleep, but it didn't work that time. :(

Song You’ve Had on Repeat: Englishman in New York, by Sting. I have no idea why, but it's been on repeat in my head, though I haven't actually played it lately or anything.

Favorite Candy: Not much of a sweets kind of person. I prefer salty-crunchy. I can eat a whole big bag of crisps (Like, the British ones, which are way better than American potato chips, but American ones will do) easily, but I can't even get through a whole candy bar because, ew, too sweet. That said, I do like Flake bars, but I have to go up to Canada to get 'em. Or else buy 'em online but then usually by the time I get them they're kinda smashed. Or melted. Or both. Better to go up to Canada. Where they have real chocolate and not this sickly-sweet Hershey's crap. *shudder*

Favorite Holiday: When in Canada, Canada Day is quite fun. It's like July 4th only not so...well...chest-beatingly, yahoo-y, "patriotic" 'Murican. (I really, really dislike nationalism and "patriotism" in general but especially the obnoxious 'Murican brand of it.) When in the UK, I have a fondness for Guy Fawkes Night. I guess I like fire and fireworks and things that go boom and shit, only without the "YAY AMERICA!" yelling of America's own "things that go boom" holiday. Other than that...Can't really say I'm into 'em much. They're not even "days off from work" since...Well, I've never had a "real job," and I'm pretty much retired from my unreal job these days.

Last Book You’ve Read: *cough* Does a really long and smutty and slashy Stargate: Atlantis fanfic count? I'm sad to say that, though I was a voracious reader of books when I was younger, I'm really not so much these days. Haven't been for the last decade or so, really. Not of actual books, at least. I do subscribe to and read a number of academic journals, some having to do with science and medicine and some having to do with history, but they're not books. 

Favorite TV Show: Star Trek: Deep Space Nine, mostly because it has Cardassians, who are all uniformly awesome, plus all the gritty political and religious goodness and stuff. Except that its last season kinda sucked and did totally WTF things with my second-favorite Cardassian. Close runner-up would be Stargate: Atlantis. Except that its last kinda season sucked, too, and did totally WTF things with McKay, so hmmm. Stargate SG-1 is good, too, except that half its team annoys the piss outta me...although this is largely made up for by the hotness that is Jack O'Neill so there's that. I like Firefly a lot but it was so short-lived that it's hard to really be a favorite because I can watch the whole thing, including the movie, in less than a day. (And believe me. I have.) I like the other Star Treks, too, especially if I'm in the mood for the "goofy soap opera in space" that is Voyager. TNG's shiny-happy Roddenberryness kinda bores the piss outta me, though it does have a few really good episodes, and the original show...Hmmm...Well, I both love and hate it. I love Spock, as I said, and I also love McCoy and all of its secondary characters. The problem is that I hate Kirk. Like, viscerally hate him. Like, I want to punch his face in every time it's on-screen. If he'd just, y'know, been eaten by a salt vampire and Spock and everyone else was OK and went off and had cool space adventures battling giant space-going amoebas and shit, I'd be totally happy and that's what fanfic's for *cough*, but since Kirk doesn't get eaten by a salt vampire...well...

Who’d You Most Like to Have Lunch With? @holleyberry :) Dude, we should totally hook up (No, not THAT way!) when I'm in SoCal next. Which won't be soon if I have my way, but when I am there....

#non sims #meme #question meme

[emosnakeboy]

Do all the ice cream questions!

oh sweet jesus ok yeah i suppose thats one way to cute boredom thanks 

chocolate: when was your first kiss? June 13th of 2016, huge ass regrets

french vanilla: how old are you? not old enough to make a difference, in the eyes of the government (but that’s just what i let them think)

cotton candy: three places you want to travel to? hmmm Cairo, Egypt; London, England; Las Vegas, Nevada, USA

strawberry: a language you wish you could speak? probably german or finnish so i can go to college in one of those countries for free, either that or french or latin so i can pass my classes

coffee: favorite cosmetics brands? i dont use makeup

mint chocolate chip: indoors or outdoors? probably indoors, less sunburn more AC and wifi

cookie dough: do you play any instruments? yes several, i play baritone, clarinet, ukulele (badly), and probably some others that i should be working on. lately i’ve been inspired to learn how to play the trombone.

rocky road: favorite songs at the moment? ohhh boy... Nicotine by Panic! At The Disco, The Sharpest Lives by My Chemical Romance, The Last of The Real Ones by Fall Out Boy, If These Sheets Were The States by All Time Low, and Ground Control by All Time Low (i hecking love atl fight me) (there are so many more songs i could say)

butter pecan: favorite songs for life? oh shit those above, plus both Boy Division and The Light Behind Your Eyes by My Chemical Romance

cheesecake: what’s your zodiac sign? capricorn

toasted coconut: the beach or the pool? pool, sorry, i don’t really like sand. i like being able to sit underwater and see through my goggles and i just cant do that at the beach

chocolate chip: what’s your most popular post? lemme check... the one that wasn’t even mine it’s about how the sanders sides reacted in virgil’s room portraying their fears and shit, my friend sent it via a group chat and i loved it so i posted it and now everyone else loves it

bubblegum: books or movies? can’t pick i love both reading and watching movies for different reasons

pistachio: manga or anime? anime, easier to focus on and takes less time to get through

salted caramel: favorite movies? Love, Simon; Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, i can’t remember any others atm

birthday cake: favorite books? The Mortal Instruments series by Cassandra Claire, The Maze Runner series by James Dashner, The Harry Potter books by J.K. Rowling (particularly the Prisoner of Azkaban), Secrets For The Mad by Dodie Clark

moose tracks: favorites for manga? Fairy Tail Zero and Death Note

orange sherbet: favorites for anime? Yuuri! On Ice and Death Note, but Hetalia is fuckin funny and Fairy Tail is amazing

peanut butter: favorite acedemic subject? honestly i really don’t have a favorite not because i hate them all but because i love them all. my last history and english teachers made the classes fun so i’ve really been loving those two, and science and math are just practical and fascinating and i can’t not love them. i’m a nerd, what else do you want from me?

black raspberry: do you have any pets? 4 cats 3 dogs and a shitload of guppy fish, not to mention my plants

mango: when and why did you start your blog? i think in like March or April of 2018 because it was about time, i wanted to follow fandom shit but then i realized people like my art and moodboards so that’s kinda become what i do now (requests still open btw)

mocha: ideal weather conditions? London weather. Not too hot, not too cold, not too sunny. i don’t like sunburn. plus the rain is relaxing, and thunderstorms are awesome.

black cherry: four words that describe you? what the fuck evenjk i know people want positive.. respectable, intelligent, talented, pretty

NOTE: it’s not being vain to say that ^^ i don’t dwell on them more than i have to, and honestly since i usually feel like a piece of rat shit it’s very good that im able to describe myself as anything other than that. 

neapolitan: things that stress you out? too much clutter when i’m working, assholes interrupting class, my friends hiding things from me, my anxiety and depression constantly telling me to yeet myself off the nearest cliff

raspberry truffle: favorite kind of music? pop-rock, pop-punk, rock, sometimes indie shit.. mostly alternative/pop

chocolate marshmellow: favorite brands of candy? TWIZZLERS and i particuarly love hershey stuff, and starburst but i forget who starburst is by

toffee: a card game that you’re good at? solitaire... but i do like Texas Hold ‘Em

lemon custard: do you eat breakfast? most days yeah

peach: how do you relax? drawing, writing, reading, listen to music, sometimes just lie down and do nothing, hug my friends if i can

praline: a popular book you haven’t read yet? oh god i read a lot.. Wings of Fire series, i’ve heard a lot about it and i really wanna read it

superman: do you like sweaters? absolutely i do, however not during the summer when it’s this hot

cherry: do you drink tea or coffee? both but not very frequently

dulce de leche: an instrument you wish you could play? ukulele, baritone, guitar, trombone

blackberry: have you ever laughed so hard you cried? yes several times at stuff that’s ridiculously stupid

ginger: a new feature you wish tumblr would have? do they let me block certain tags and i just haven’t figured out how yet? idk im still pretty new to this site

blueberry lemon: favorite blogs? oh god there’s a lot... im gonna leave it at three for now, and those would be mostly my art idols @elentori-art @the-pastel-peach and @voidsides but there are so many more i wish i could put aiehgsbngu

almond: favorite mean girls quote? i’ve never seen mean girls idk if any of the possible quotes im thinking of are even from mean girls and im not gonna embarrass myself by saying them

butterscotch: what color are your nails right now? unpainted, but last they were black with glitter over the top

cinnamon: have you ever been confessed to? yes a few times

blue moon: have you ever had a crush on someone? yeap and 9/10 times it sucks but then there’s the 1 time where everything goes right and it makes every point in your life up until then worth it

cappuccino crunch: do you ever take naps? not really

mint: the most embarrassing thing you’ve done? think i was straight until 2016 and humiliate myself by chasing these guys but never truly feeling like i liked them

brownie batter: do you like sushi? never had it but i don’t think so, im not a big fish person

key lime: where do you want to be right now? probably about 30 minutes away from where i am in my s.o.’s arms on their couch watching soul eater or avatar: the last airbender with them

red velvet: do you wear prescription glasses? yep im blind as fuck

green tea: favorite flavors of ice cream? sea salt caramel, banana peanut butter, pistachio almond, white house/cherry vanilla

ok wow that took a while.. thank u though that cured my boredom and now i have to do stuff so sbfguisng adios y gracias