#this might not have been the most welcome thing

[youcouldmakealife]

KS Fill: Tonya/Vladimir Petrov, Thomas/Anton; castle in the clouds

Another of the Kickstarter fills, for the prompt: always happy for a Vinny/Tony update, especially if Tonya is involved

Even as a child, at her most idealistic, Tonya certainly never expected to live in a mansion like this. A castle, maybe. She liked castles, though she’s not sure where she expected to find one in Brooklyn. Though, it’s not like mansions were any more realistic, growing up in New York City.

And they wouldn’t live in one if they lived in New York, but in Hartford, it was barely even a splurge. And Vladimir had dreamed of castles too as a boy, wanted Antosha to live in one, or the nearest thing they could get for him. It’s massive, and impractical, and Tonya loves it.

They don’t take advantage of the benefits of it very often, however. Once, they let a production crew film the exterior while they were on vacation in Italy anyway — unfortunately, the film was terrible, so Tonya can’t rewatch it for the thrill of seeing it on screen. Or, she could, but she has to get through the melodrama and the bad acting first, and that’s a chore.

It’s the perfect place to host a party, specifically a party with gravitas — a gala, a ball. But with the exception of Vladimir’s induction in the Hall of Fame, they haven’t had any parties worth talking about, because Vladimir is…territorial, Tonya thinks the best word is. His house is his house — she’s still amazed he allowed the film crew, and is sure he wouldn’t have if he hadn’t been out of the country — and he’d prefer they didn’t have guests at all, with the exception of close friends, family. Even then, it’s only Anton who doesn’t get his hackles up after a few hours, and that might just be because he still considers it Antosha’s house too, even after all these years. Which, of course, it is.

But they’ve been married for thirty years now, and Tonya thinks that’s worth celebrating, and Vladimir agrees. He didn’t agree it merited a party on the scale of the one they’re throwing today, but he caved once Tonya assured him all he had to do was show up, and that the only guests staying overnight would be blood-related to them.

Well, and Thomas, but Vladimir’s fine with that. It seems like the exception for Anton applies to him as well. She doesn’t know if that’s because Vladimir considers him an extension of Anton, welcome wherever he is, or if he’s become family in his own right. She likes to think it’s a bit of both.

With an hour to go the place reminds her the castles she dreamt of, lit up and glittering, even if they're nothing alike. The catering staff have assured her they have everything they need, and after two minor wardrobe emergencies she’s finally finished getting ready. Or, she hasn’t, but the final touches must be done right before the guests arrive.

Vladimir’s ready, he’s assured her repeatedly, which she’s sure isn’t true, but he’s his own man. She hasn’t seen Anton since breakfast, which she finds ominous, though she doesn’t think he’d go far without Thomas, and he arrives in front of her almost as soon as she thinks of him. Such a good boy that she merely needs to think of him for him to arrive, offering help.

“Can I help with anything?” he asks, hands twisting fretfully, like it’s hurting him not to assist, and Tonya takes a moment to wonder if she's developed psychic abilities. Perhaps, but it's more likely that Thomas is just unfailingly helpful.

Tonya takes his hands between hers, stills them. They’re cold, and she wants to chafe them, warm him up. What was that saying, cold hands, warm heart? If anyone fits that it’s Thomas. “I’ve hired professionals to do everything,” she says. “We’ll just get in their way.”

She knows this because she has, at every other event with catering staff, gotten in the way. She’s finally learned her lesson — no meddling this time. So far she's stayed strong, but she's not sure she'll last the night.

“Right,” Thomas says, nodding, hands still between hers. “That makes sense. Our equipment managers say the same thing.”

She bets they do. Vladimir in particular was a menace about his equipment — she’s sure they popped a bottle of champagne the day he retired.

“I know what you can do for me,” she says, and Thomas brightens right up. He really is too good a boy for his own good. She imagines people take advantage of it all the time. Look at her, doing it right now.

“Can you find Anton for me?” she says. “I worry he’s hiding.”

She doesn’t worry he’s hiding, exactly — she knows he’s hiding — she only worries he’ll continue hiding after all the guests have arrived, leaving poor Thomas to muddle his way through a room of people he doesn’t know. Not that Antosha knows everyone, and many of the people he does know haven’t seen him since he was a little boy, so it’s really more them knowing him — she’s sure he’ll be delighted to hear ‘you were just this high when last I saw you’ over and over again.

Perhaps she shouldn’t be surprised he’s hiding. And she isn’t. But Thomas is a guest, though a particularly helpful, considerate one, and Anton may not be hosting the party, but he is hosting Thomas. And Tonya did not raise a bad host. Or, unfortunately she did, she thinks, but he certainly didn’t learn it from her. Thankfully Thomas is very easily pleased, and loyal enough that he’d likely tell her Anton was being an excellent host if she asked.

Thomas nods again, like a little bobblehead. She’s slightly disappointed the Canadiens haven’t done one for him, at least to her knowledge — she thinks Vladimir would be delighted to put it by the ones of him and Antosha in his show-off room. He loves them. Never tires of bobbing their heads. “Can I have my—“

“Your hands, of course,” Tonya says, letting them go. “Do you know the saying? About cold hands?”

“I do,” Thomas says, with a broad smile. She bets he does. Bets people quote it all the time. “Don’t worry, I’ll drag Anton out of wherever he’s hiding.”

“By the hair if you need to,” Tonya says, and smiles at the laugh that trails Thomas up the stairwell.

He doesn’t deserve that boy, Tonya thinks, then goes to bother Vladimir one last time. She hopes that, this time, he’ll actually get ready instead of just saying he already is. Perhaps that’s optimistic. But she thinks everyone needs a little optimism to make it to three decades.

“Tony,” she hears Thomas crooning as she walks down the hall, sounding a little like he’s trying to lure a feral cat, and she smiles wider. Perhaps he’s exactly what Antosha deserves after all.

#fic snippet #thomas vincent #anton petrov #tonya petrov

[softpine]

can i just word vomit for a min...

there was a point in late 2023 where i felt like i overstayed my welcome on simblr and i planned on just wrapping frozen pines up as quickly as possible and moving on. continuing to write when it's clear that the audience for it is dwindling felt so embarrassing that i almost didn't even want to put effort into it anymore, because i was afraid it just looked pathetic (obligatory disclaimer: no one made me feel this way, you're all so lovely, it's just the nature of seeing a community change over 7 years). writing already feels very personal to me and it's becoming increasingly harder for me to put my work out there (again, for reasons unrelated to simblr and entirely related to mental illness 🤙🏻). i know my story is so long that it deters new readers, and so sporadic that it makes old readers drop off with time. this has really been bothering me lately because i don't know what i can do to fix it. i don't think there IS anything i can do.

but. okay. don't make fun of me for saying this. dan and phil returning to youtube kinda changed my mindset? they may be pulling a fraction of the views they got in their peak, but they're happier than they've ever been and they're working on things they actually want to do, not things they think will be particularly popular. seeing that has made me realize that it is possible to keep finding joy in a community that has largely moved on without you. obviously my little blog is nowhere near the same scale, so this feels kind of silly, but i've been thinking about all the things i used to do on simblr that were never fun for me, i mainly did them because i knew they would get notes or because i felt like i had to do it. making cc, lookbooks, sim requests, reshade help (oh my god the reshade help), lot downloads, etc. they DID get notes, but i can't imagine spending my time doing any of that stuff ever again tbh.

on top of that, it makes me sad to scroll through my dash and realize that i don't recognize most of the people i see anymore. i still talk to some wonderful people here who i consider friends and that's invaluable to me (💖), but the broader community aspect is something i no longer feel a part of. and believe me, i know i'm at fault here because it's not like i'm going out of my way to talk to new people or participate in trends like i used to. i don't blame anyone except the passage of time!!

frozen pines, and simblr by extension, played such a gigantic part in my life when i needed it the most. and that's not to say that i don't still care about it, because i absolutely do, but it's a different kind of feeling. i've always promised that i would give frozen pines a satisfying conclusion rather than silently abandoning it someday, and though i do intend to keep that promise, i know it's possible that i might never get there. but i don't want to let my own insecurities get in the way of something i really enjoy doing. writing is an intrinsic piece of me that i'll never quit doing, but sharing my writing on tumblr is something that can't (and shouldn't) last forever. i know that. but i'm going to enjoy it to the fullest while we're all still here together 💞

to anyone who's still reading my silly story after all these years (especially those of you who still check in on my blog even though you're not on simblr anymore): thank you thank you thank you THANK YOUUU. you don't have to change a single thing about what you're doing. this is not me fishing for compliments or putting down an ultimatum, this is just me trying to make sense of my feelings.

but with all this being said, i've decided to quit simblr and start my own exclusive streaming service for $60 a year, i hope you'll all support me as i increase my production value 😌

(just kidding. ily. okay that's all)

#to be 100% clear this is not a goodbye - i'm literally halfway done with the next story post #just sort of an update on the state of my brain #👍🏻 #btw...... sorry to Watcher fans lmaoo you guys really got the short end of the parasocial relationship stick..... </3 #that's not relevant to anything i've said here i've just spent way too much time thinking about how youtube has changed in the past 20 year #because i'm a loser that got really into youtube when i was 11 and never looked back #and then the watcher thing happened. and i was like ohhh if dan and phil did that to me i would have to die about it.

[butterfly-lies-chase-them-away]

What do you think would happen if one of y/n’s friends/classmate spots her and Jonathan Crane together in public? How would the couple react? P.S Office bells are few fanfics that are helping survive college 😚

Office Hours/Bells Imagine/Headcanon

Pairing: Jonathan Crane x Reader

Word Count: 2182

Warnings: Obsessive behaviour, Professor x Student, subtle manipulation

Summary: !!Request!! What happens when Y/n's friend catches Jonathan and Y/n on campus?

A/N: Hahaha, Thank you for the request Anon. My fic is helping you survive college?! I am absolutely honoured 🫶💚 It has been a lONG time since I've made ANY update (last update back in Feb, holy shit) for Office Hours/Bells but finally!!! we are here :) I've just had so many requests for other fics and all that I had to get through and a lot of Uni shit to do as well, my poor babe been sidelined :( But this was one of the requests to I thought it would be perfect to update this fic with this and then a full chapter next :) (might take a while, a lot of uni shit sTILL, but that will be the next thing I update (probably)) I have a LOT planned for this fic so stay tuned~ 💚

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Jonathan and Y/n had made a deliberate effort to keep their relationship under wraps, avoiding public outings and opting for date nights at home instead. They preferred the seclusion of their own company, away from prying eyes and potential trouble. Yet, despite their careful planning, even the most vigilant can slip up.

As the night cast long shadows across the deserted campus, Jonathan and Y/n walked side by side, their laughter echoing through the empty halls. Their banter was lighthearted, a welcome reprieve from the academic rigor of the day.

"It shouldn’t be that hard to pick what you want for dinner," Jonathan teased, his lips curved into a playful smirk.

Y/n scoffed, feigning offense. "If it’s so easy, you wouldn’t be asking me in the first place!" she retorted, nudging him with her elbow.

Jonathan chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Perhaps I’m trying o be a gentleman," he mused, his tone dripping with mock seriousness.

Y/n rolled her eyes playfully. "You’re such a dick," she teased, a mischievous glint in her eye.

Their easygoing exchange was interrupted when Y/n suddenly halted in her tracks, a realization dawning on her. "Oh, shit! I completely forgot about my tutorial in ten minutes," she exclaimed, a hint of panic in her voice.

Jonathan checked his watch, furrowing his brows in concern. "This late?" he questioned.

Y/n nodded, her lips forming a small frown. "Yeah, my tutor had to reschedule for this week," she explained, her mind already racing with thoughts of rushing to her session.

"I can head back to my office and wait for you, if you'd like," he suggested, his gaze soft as he looked at her.

Y/n's heart swelled at his considerate gesture. "Would you really wait an hour for me?" she asked, a hint of disbelief in her voice.

"For you, I'd wait forever," Jonathan replied, his smile playful but his words sincere.

Y/n couldn't help but smile at his words, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. She enveloped him in a grateful embrace. "Thank you," she murmured, before rushing off to her tutorial.

“Y/n!” a voiced called from behind her, but it wasn’t Jonathan.

As Y/n turned around, she spotted Ebony, one of her tutorial mates, hurrying to catch up with her. A wave of dreed washed over her as she wondered if Ebony had witnessed the interaction between her and Jonathan.

Ebony's arrival prompted Jonathan to turn and continue his path back to his office, leaving Y/n to face her friend alone.

"Y/n, wait up!" Ebony called out.

Y/n forced a smile, trying to maintain her composure despite the sudden surge of nerves. "Forgot about the tutorial too?" Ebony asked, falling into step beside her.

"Yeah, I did," Y/n replied, her tone casual as she attempted to play off the encounter with Jonathan.

Ebony's next question was inevitable, yet still caught Y/n off guard, causing her heart to race even faster. "What was that with Professor Crane just before?" Ebony asked, her curiosity evident in her tone.

Y/n's mind raced as she scrambled to come up with a plausible explanation. "U-uh, what do you mean?" she stammered, buying herself some time.

"I saw you two talking, and you hugged him. I didn't think that man was capable of hugs," Ebony remarked with a chuckle, oblivious to Y/n's inner turmoil.

Relief flooded through Y/n as she realized Ebony hadn't seemed to suspect anything unusual. However, she knew she couldn't let her guard down just yet.

"Oh, that," Y/n began, her mind racing to concoct a convincing story. "Well, he's been a huge help for me during office hours and stuff, and considering he's a psychologist, I thought I could confide in him about some personal things. He was really supportive and understanding, so I just... hugged him," she explained, her words tumbling out in a jumble.

Y/n cringed inwardly at her own explanation adn the fact that she rambled, realizing how flimsy it sounded. She hoped Ebony would buy it, but a nagging feeling of unease lingered in the back of her mind.

“Aww, well I’m glad he helped you, that’s cool,” Ebony said. “I would be so scared to talk to him, he’s just so intimidating in lectures and things, you know?” she said.

Y/n breathed an audible sigh of relief, grateful that Ebony didn't seem to suspect anything out of the ordinary. However, she knew she couldn't afford to let her guard down. She made a mental note to be more cautious in the future.

As they continued walking together, Y/n and Ebony made their way to their tutorial, their conversation shifting to lighter topics. Despite the weight lifted off her shoulders, Y/n couldn't shake the feeling of unease entirely. 

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The tutorial came to an end, and as Y/n prepared to leave, she quickly texted Jonathan, arranging to meet him down the road in his car. She couldn't risk being seen with him by anyone else. With a casual wave to people she sat with, she made her way out, only to be interrupted by Ebony.

"Ugh, this assignment is going to be the death of me," Ebony huffed as she fell into step beside Y/n.

Y/n internally cursed. "Tell me about it," she replied with a forced laugh, trying to act nonchalant.

As they exited the building together, Y/n felt a growing sense of unease. Ebony was still walking by her side, and Y/n knew she needed to steer the conversation away from any potential topics related to Jonathan.

"Are you heading to the dorms?" Ebony inquired.

Y/n quickly fabricated a response. "Actually, I'm meeting up with someone downtown," she lied smoothly.

Ebony's smile widened. "Oh, how are you getting there?"

Y/n hesitated for a moment before replying, "Um... by bus."

"Great, I can walk you to the bus stop!" Ebony offered eagerly.

Y/n appreciated Ebony's kindness, but she knew she couldn't risk it. "Are you sure? I don't want to inconvenience you," she protested.

"Nonsense, I live in the halls near the main bus terminal anyway," Ebony reassured her with a smile.

"Cool," Y/n replied awkwardly as they began to walk down the street.

As they strolled along, Y/n immediately spotted Jonathan's car, with him leaning casually against it. She was just about to discreetly message Jonathan to leave when Ebony spoke up.

"Is that Professor Crane?" Ebony asked, squinting as she tried to get a better look at the figure by the car.

"Yeah, looks like it," Y/n confirmed, trying to keep her tone casual.

"Haha, you should ask him for a ride," Ebony suggested with a playful grin.

Y/n forced a laugh, but her heart sank. "Oh, yeah, aye," she replied, her mind racing with how to handle the situation.

Meanwhile, Jonathan glanced up from his car when he heard the laughter, his expression confused as he spotted Y/n walking with someone else. Y/n shot Jonathan a glance and subtly nodded her head to the side, signaling for him to leave. Catching Y/n's signal, he quickly got back into his car and drove off. Fortunately, Ebony seemed oblivious to the exchange, only noticing Jonathan's car pulling away.

"Aww, you missed out on your ride," Ebony teased, unaware of the truth behind the situation.

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 Y/n turned to Ebony with a grateful smile, the streetlights casting a soft glow on their faces. "Thanks for walking with me, Ebony. You really didn't have to."

Ebony grinned, her expression illuminated by the ambient light. "Are you kidding me, girl?! Letting you walk alone in Gotham at this hour? It would have been a crime to leave you alone."

Y/n chuckled, appreciating her friend's concern, even though it was all based on a fabricated story. After the ordeal with Jonathan, many of her friends distanced themselves from her, leaving her feeling isolated at university. With only Jonathan by her side, the loneliness weighed heavily on her when she wasn’t at home with him. That's why Ebony's genuine concern and companionship felt like a breath of fresh air amidst the suffocating atmosphere of abandonment. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, the cool night breeze gently rustling her hair.

"Will you be okay walking back to your halls?" Y/n asked, genuinely concerned.

"Don't worry about me, I'm just around the corner," Ebony reassured her with a warm smile, her eyes reflecting the kindness that radiated from her.

"I'll see you later then," Y/n waved as Ebony turned to head back to her halls. Y/n watched her friend's retreating figure until she disappeared around the corner.

Pulling out her phone, Y/n dialed Jonathan's number, the soft glow of the screen illuminating her face in the darkness. He picked up immediately, his voice a comforting presence in the quiet night.

"Where are you?" Jonathan's voice came through the line, filled with concern.

"Down at the bus terminals," Y/n replied, her breath forming wisps in the chilly air.

"I'll come to get you," Jonathan said without hesitation, his tone reassuring and protective.

"Okay," Y/n said. With a final glance at the deserted street, she ended the call and waited for Jonathan to arrive, the anticipation tingling in her veins.

It didn’t take long for Jonathan's car pulled up outside the bus terminal. Y/n spotted his vehicle across the street and hurried over, slipping into the passenger seat. With a swift maneuver, Jonathan merged into traffic, swiftly navigating the bustling streets of Gotham.

"So..." Jonathan began.

"You don't have to worry about her, Ebony's a good girl. She probably didn't even think twice about it," Y/n reassured him.

"But how do I know that..." Jonathan's voice trailed off, his gaze fixed on the road ahead.

Y/n shot him a determined look. "You know because I said so. Leave her alone, she's fine," she insisted, sensing Jonathan's inclination towards paranoia.

Jonathan stole a glance at Y/n, his expression unreadable. "You seem quite protective of her," he remarked.

Y/n rolled her eyes. "Of course I am, she's my friend."

Jonathan's expression darkened as he kept his gaze fixed on the road ahead. "Ah, so you won't be needing me for much longer," he muttered, his tone tinged with bitterness.

Y/n's heart sank at his words, a wave of panic coursing through her veins. Her hands grew clammy, trembling with uncertainty. "You know I need you," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the hum of the car engine.

Jonathan's expression softened as he glanced briefly at Y/n, his grip on the steering wheel relaxing. "I'm sorry, that came out wrong," he said, his voice tinged with regret.

Y/n felt a surge of relief wash over her as Jonathan reached out and took her trembling hand in his own. The warmth of his touch grounded her, easing the tension that had gripped her chest. "I know you didn't mean it like that," she replied, her voice steadier now.

They fell into a comfortable silence once more, the only sound in the car the soft hum of the engine as they continued their journey together.

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So that was the little imagine part to this, but I also wanted to add a headcanon part to this~

So, as you've already seen, these two are the bOMB of keeping things under wraps. They don’t go out on dates or anything and generally avoid being out in public together.

Natrually, they get caught at uni

Y/n would be on the verge of a meltdown, convinced that this one slip-up would be it for her. She'd imagine having to disappear completely, going into hiding just to protect what little anonymity she has left.

Jonathan's first instinct would be to eliminate the witness, erasing any potential threat to their secrecy. However, Y/n surprises him by objecting, refusing to entertain the idea of harm coming to someone simply for stumbling upon their secret.

This triggers intense jealousy in Jonathan. He resents the idea of Y/n's concern for someone else's well-being, particularly when it’s her friend. He feels threatened by the possibility of anyone else having a significant place in Y/n's life, as he wants to be the sole focus of her attention and affection.

This prompts Jonathan to resort to subtle manipulation tactics. Recognizing Y/n's vulnerability around abandonment issues, he strategically suggests that she may not need him after all. His intention is to plant seeds of doubt in her mind about the importance of her friendship compared to the risk of losing him.

Other than that, Y/n may try to reassure Jonathan that everything is fine, while Jonathan might become more guarded and cautious in public settings from then on.

After the encounter, they would likely have a conversation about the incident, discussing the potential risks and how they can better avoid such situations in the future.

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A/N: Just a short imagine, I have plans for the fic that wouldn't work if they got caught caught, so I just kept it nice and pretty general while still working into the fic. I can't wait to write the next part :) I hope you enjoyed this imagine/headcanon for Office Hours/Bells and look forward to what I have to post next :P 💚

#fanfic #jonathan crane #jonathan crane fanfic #jonathan crane x reader #cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy scarecrow #cillian x reader #cillian fic #cillian murphy #cillian x fem!reader #scarecrow #dc scarecrow #batman scarecrow #the scarecrow #the dark knight #the dark knight trilogy

[haydensky01]

[Obey me]: MC falling in love with Diavolo

Summary: The most powerful human, overthinker as every woman is, falling in love with the most powerful demon. No spoilers.

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I remember I do, the first time I appeared here falling from the sky my eyes locked onto his with unwavering intensity. He exuded overwhelming elegance, his presence so immaculate, so radiant, so majestic. While I had yet to be informed of his royal status, it was a truth I instinctively grasped without needing confirmation.

"Skin of sand, eyes of honey, hair of fire" is all that filled my thoughts as his eyes captivated my sight whole.

"Eyes of honey" It's cold. "Eyes of honey" I'm adrift. "Eyes of honey" What strange realm is this?

The room unfamiliar, the faces foreign, the attire surreal. "Eyes of honey... eyes of honey".

Limbs frozen, fists clenched "Eyes of honey... eyes of honey" where am I?

Diavolo: "Welcome to the Devildom MC. .. Oh, pardon me. Feeling a bit shocked are we?"

"Oh... it speaks..."

Diavolo: "My name is Diavolo. I am the ruler of all demons, and all here know of me."

"Eyes of honey... the tolling of bells."

Diavolo: "And someday soon I will be crowned king of the Devildom."

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I read the other day in the RAD Newspaper that the hue of the next king's eyes, Diavolo's, is a unique emblem of his lineage, exceedingly rare even among their kin and the colours found in nature. Liars. Ever since I came here 3 years ago, It is all I see everywhere, all the time, on everything. I could swear my pupils have been coated with eyes of honey, for whenever I close my eyes, his gaze manifests without fail.

I am not naïve; I know what this is. He is undeniably handsome, a prince on the brink of becoming king. He possesses the charm, the intelligence, the chivalry, the wealth, the smile... and the eyes of a man with whom to fall in love. And I am a human raised on fairy tails. The equation might be complex but its result is unmistakable.

However, I am me. And me doesn't like embarrassment, rejection or a three realms worth of attention and gossip. It is the natural course of events to feel deep affection for Eyes of honey. But it is also the right course of events to relegate it to the realm of pre-sleeping fantasies, even if my mind refuses to adhere to this reasonable schedule.

I mean, I do feel the desire to seduce when I am around Lucifer or Mammon or Simeon or Solomon and others. Hell, I even flirted and went on dates. For the same reasons perhaps. Beauty, intelligence, talents, tact... or is it? I don't deny I was unwillingly comparing them to Diavolo all the time, I admit I imagined every flirt and every courtesy as if between me and Diavolo. But it still counts... doesn't it?

I blame this on Diavolo to be frank. Had he not summon me here to witness extraordinary power and charm, I wouldn't have invited him into my fantasies. Had he not call upon me on every events to be its centre. But then again, I AM the exchange student after all. Or perhaps hadn't he showered me with gifts, shown such care, and asked so kindly... He IS the ruler and I AM under his guardianship, aren't I? Had he not protected me so dearly? Again, he IS the most powerful. I don't know, I have no base but I blame him I do. I blame him for it all. And above all, his gravest sin remains... He looked at me with his eyes of honey.

The other night, at the ball, when we danced I could swear it was only the two of us dancing.

In the council room, when his hand brushed against mine, I could feel the heat from his flushed cheeks radiating across the air.

His late-night text and calls asking silly things amongst which is thrown the smallest sentences about how he wishes for me to be with him or for him to be with me. A future king cannot possibly be asking a human about muffins at 3am the eve of a world changing event, right?

The angry rumbling in his chest every time the demons and angels get too cosy with me?

Every time we found ourselves alone his voice carried the weight of a suffocated man in desperation of someone to set his lungs free. The urgency in his voice and the half calls for affection were real. I want them to be real.

Silly silly human. It's rather amusing, isn't it? For every time I tried to initiate even the most innocent flirtations or slightly intimate exchanges, he would deflect or evade. It's almost comical. And if not him, Barbatos or Lucifer would intervene... those sly serpents. Perhaps Barbatos sensed the impending embarrassment through his powers and chose to spare me the humiliation? AAAAHHHHH... This is so mortifying.

Whyyyyy? Why are you doing this to me Diavolo? Does it amuse you to toy with me this way? Spare me the pain and caste me away. For I cannot oblige myself to restrain from you. Be the bigger person, the adult in the room, the king in the kingdom and set me free.

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Tears streamed down her face as she pondered all of this.

Lying on her bed in the dark at the house of lamentation, she was holding her phone above her face.

On the screen, a text conversation was visible, with the name of the correspondent adorned with a yellow heart: "Eyes of honey💛"

The text read:

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Eyes of honey💛: "Your fireworks display tonight was truly spectacular. I had no idea your magical prowess had grown so strong."

MC: "Haha... Thank you. The sky was indeed breathtaking."

Eyes of honey💛: "I am sure it was, but the true beauty was seeing it reflected in your eyes."

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In the chat box, she had typed "I love you" for the first time, acknowledging it as love rather than mere affection. It was the first time she had ever written those words, the first time, despite the consequences of it all, she had seriously considered putting an end to both their agony.

To be sent? To be deleted? Who knows?

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[marymary-diva17]

The outcast twins (7)

lo'ak/ Jake and sister reader + others

A new journey had began for the sully family tiro after they had left the forest, and seek refugee on the ocean. The journey had started off as hard and very emotional, but that all soon changed over time. Everyone has to start off with a journey in their life, that helps them become the navi they are later in life.

Y/n " ......" today was the day that spider and uncle norm along with some others will be coming to the village today, after many days of talking and wait today was the approved day.

lo'ak " I can't wait to see spider again"

y/n " same here"

tsireya " we will make sure to give a good warm welcome"

y/n " thank you reya"

rotxo " so how will they be getting here anyways"

lo'ak " dad said they might come on thier ikran or the helicopters"

aonung " that thing the sky people ride"

y/n " yes it will be okay they are going to land far away but you can get a closer look if you wish"

aonung " sure that sound interesting"

soyu " yes I want to see one of them up close as well"

y/n " good"

Jake " hey kids I got a call from your uncle norm and uncle max, they will be arriving later on today as they need to make sure everything is okay and sent up the group that wants to come"

lo'ak " that okay dad we can wait to see them all"

Jake " good"

tsireya " you most be happy as well Jake to see you friends again"

Jake " yes after a couple days I have missed them and it will be good to see them, and have to a check in to see how everyone is doing"

lo'ak " are we going to have a meeting"

Jake " no just some talking among friends no meeting yet"

y/n " yes sir and we also made sure to have extra oxygen packs for spider and anyone else who will need them, for emergencies"

Jake " good thinkings kids well I leave you all to enjoy your lesson, as I need on some scouting missions with tonowari and some members of the clan he wishes for me to meet"

the kids " bye" Jake soon had nodded his head as he soon walked off from the kids, as he soon joined up with tonowari and some other reef navi.

sayou " it looks like we have some time to do our task and lessons, if everyone is fine with that and we can still have fun doing it" the group had need their heads as they soon followed after, sayou as the went on to do their tasks. The boys had gone to do some fishing and attend to the nets, while you are helping tsireya gather some fruits and nuts.

y/n " do we need a couple more cannonball fruits"

tisreya " yes" you had climbed onto the tree to get the fruit from the tree that were to high up, for tsireya and you to reach from the ground. You had knocked a couple more fruit down as they landed in the empty basket below you. You soon had jumped from the branch and landed on the sand.

tsireya " that was amazing y/n"

y/n " thank you"

????? " hello young ladies" the two teens girls soon looked and saw ronal standing there, she gave the girls a soft smile.

tsireya " mother hello"

ronal " hello my daughter I was walking pass when I spotted you girls it, seems like you two are doing your task"

y/n " yes we are ma'am the boys had went out on the water"

tsireya " we decided to stay here and help out"

ronal " good y/n your father has told me your grandmother had helped, you learn some of the healing ways"

y/n " yes she did"

tsireya " you were going to be as healer or tshaik"

y/n " that was the plan at first but everything changed it soon had went, to my sisters but I still had been taught the way of healing of navi and humans"

tsireya " that amazing"

ronal " I was wondering if you will be fine learning some of the healing ways along side my daughter, as you teaching shouldn't end and I think mo'at will like you to keep on learning"

y/n " thank you ma'am"

ronal " your welcome" ronal had soon left the girls as they went on with their task, once the girls had brought the supplies back to the village to be handed out to the families or storage.The boys had soon retuned with some fish and nets to be repaid for later on in the day or week.

Later on that day

Jake " hey kids" the teens were hanging out on the sandy beach when Jake and tonowari had finally retuned, along with the others that came with them.

lo'ak " hey dad"

Jake " well I have some good news everyone will be here soon"

lo'ak " that amazing dad"

tonowari " will they be able to land here"

Jake " yes they can"

y/n" hey do you all hear that" everyone soon heard the sounds of helicopter and ikrans, and soon enough a horn had been blow getting everyone attention.

Jake " it will be best if we keep everyone back"

tonowari " agreed anii and txoko please help Jake and his kids keep everyone back"

anii and txoko " yes" the people had all came to look as the helicopter had landed everyone cover their face, once sand started blowing in everyone face. The helicopter had landed a few feet but this kicked up some sand. The ikran soon landed right after as everyone got off their the ikran or helicopter.

norm " hey Jake good to see you again"

Jake " back to you buddy"

spider " hey guys"

twins " spider" the twins soon ran to spider and hugged him they were happy to see him in person.

spider " wow you two have changed and I love the look"

y/n " thank you and it good to see you as well have you gotten taller"

spider " yes and I seems like I might of have a growth spurt since the last time I saw you"

lo'ak " well now you and here come meet everyone in person"

spider " sure" the four metkayain teens and walked to the twins and spider.

aonung " wow sky people kids are very small close up you are the size of child"

spider " yeah I get that alot it nice to meet you all in person"

rotox " yes it good to see you hey why don't we show you around"

spider " sure dad can I go on tour of the village"

norm " sure but let he hug your cousins first" the twins had given norm a hug and hugged everyone else that they had missed so much. They all talked a bit more until the four reef teens had given spider the tour of the village, with the help of the twins as well.

sayou " so you all been friends since you were very small"

lo'ak " yes spider here will leave the base to come hangout with us, he had gained the name spider when we were very young"

tsireya " why spider"

spider " I was always running and climbing everyone that my dad stared calling me spider, along with everyone else and it was better then my name"

aonung " what the matter with your name I thought spider was your name"

spider " well I was dad after my birth father"

sayou " so norm not your dad by blood"

spider " no he took me in and raise me as his own with the help of others, you see my brith father is not a very good man and I was named after him ... we don't have a good relationship and I really don't wish to have my name like him right now"

rotxo " oh"

spider " yes so I have gone by the name spider"

tsireya " well that a good name"

sayou " yes it a good name"

spider " thank you"

sayou " hey we can start teaching you the ways of the water the next time, you are here so you can learn to adapt to your nee home"

spider " thank you"

spider " hey uncle Jake seem to be doing well since the last time, I had seen him"

y/n " yes he had been doing well since the last time we show you all, and it good to see him like this" the teens had looked over he was speaking with tonowari and ronal along with norm and max.

spider " yes dad thinks maybe being here will be good for uncle Jake and everyone else"

y/n " it will be good for all the adults and us"

tsireya " see all of you are becoming one of us right away" the teens had fallen out in laughter about the whole situation, it was good to see everyone getting along well. There had been some worry that everyone will not get along well but it seems like that was proven wrong.

That night

spider " I'm happy that dad allowed me to sleep over tonight"

lo'ak " it cool to have you spending the night with us"

spider " so dude what with you and tsireya"

lo'ak " what I don't know what you mean"

spider ' oh I don't do be acing like you were not all smiles when, you and her were all close today you have fallen in love"

lo'ak " okay I might or might not have a crush on her happy"

spider " super and what about you y/n and that sayou guy" you had blushed bright red, as your brother and spider look at you. Soon making both of the teens fall out laughing as you tru hiding your face.

y/n " I don't know why I missed you both being together" you yelled at the two as you turn bright red even more. making them laugh even more.

y/n " you know spider when you are here you might fall in love, and we will make sure everyone knows about it"

spider ' we will see about that"

???? " it was good to have you on the portal today Jake sully, you are very quikcy and skills as the stores say" the three teen had heard someone speaking with Jake.

Jake " thank you txedo"

txedo " your welcome"

???? " yes tonowari was right about asking you to come and meeting with your husband and dreamwlaker clan members, was good and fun"

Jake " well I'm happy everyone had been able to have a good experience today, and I have to thank tonowari and you both for let me come and help me understand more of the sea"

txedo " your welcome" the teens soon saw Jake coming near the entrance with the two adults from earlier today.

y/n " hey dad welcome home"

Jake " hey kids it good to see you are all inside, I thought you will be outside explore"

y/n " we were at first but came inside a an hour ago"

Jake " good oh kids this is Anii and txedo they are some members of the clan that tonowari introduced me to"

twins and spider " hello"

Jake " txedo and anii these are my twins lo'ak and y/n and my nephew spider"

anii " hello your father has spoken highly of you twins and spider as well"

txedo " yes we have also gotten to see you kids getting along with the tonowari kids, and be helpful within the clan it very appreciate"

y/n " thank you"

anni " we hope we can make your family and clan feel welcome here"

lo'ak " that makes us feel good and we are starting to feel like we are welcome here"

txedo " good"

anii " well Jake we hope to see you tomorrow we will leave you and your family to enjoy the evening"

Jake " yes thank you once again"

txedo " you welcome and thank you as well" the two reef navi had soon left a smile had grown on Jake face, as he greets goodbye to the pair. The three adults seem to make eye contact with each other and smile like children, who seem to be overjoyed about something. The three teens had taken noticed this behavior and some to exchange looks with each other, and smile at each other before Jake turns arounds and looks at them.

Jake " well who wants to help me make dinner" Jake had looked at the kids and smile brightly, at them after some talking it was agreed. That baked fish along with some satay vegetables will be the meal of the evening, with some sweets that spider had brought the family and some juice as well. It was good to have everyone back together after being away for so long.

spider " this place is so beautiful"

lo'ak " you haven't see it all yet spider you will soon see more, along with us as well"

y/n " we can finally see more of what we haven't seen before, and explore more of what the great mother has made"

spider " well I can't wait to see what happens I have made some records for kiri, neteyam and tuk hoping to send them, but I can't fearing they will never hear them and I barley got answers from them when I called"

y/n " we have done the same as well dad had read stoires for tuk, knowing there are nights she gets scared and can't fall asleep without them ... he left some with grandmother I think and neytiri but it matter if they had been kept .... he left records for neteyam and kiri as well .... I miss them and now I'm crying like a baby" tears were falling down your face your brother and spider, had brought you into their embrace,

lo'ak " we will all miss them and you are not a boy for crying" you had wiped away your tears, the three teens had talked a bit more about everything they saw today and the past days they were separated. They had made a small records as well knowing it might never be sent, but it was good anyways. The kids had gone to bed that night happy and feeling good and blessed that they were back, together after being away for so long. That night everyone seem to have gone to bed happier and cheerful, dreaming of what tomorrow will have for them.

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Appalachian Trailer Park!Sihtric - dating (SFW)

AN: This was supposed to be headcanons but now it's just turned into ramblings oops. This is not necessarily meant to be a universal Appalachian experience portrayal, but it is basically very close to mine and most people I grew up with. 😅

Masterlist here!

CW: Some sad moments, character death, AFAB!reader, talks of murder, talks of violence, blood a little, FLUFF (like tooth rotting kinda vibes)

Pairings: Sihtric Kjartansson x You

Word count: I'm guessing between 1 and 1.5k but I'm not real sure 😬 I kinda went crazy I will admit

You had lived in the same trailer park in the foothills of Appalachia your entire life. Despite anything that might lead someone to believe different, you liked it here. True, part of you longed for more. But how could one find more when their heart belonged to the mountains?

And maybe the cute guy who lived in the trailer across from yours had part of the reason to do that.

See, Sihtric moved in with his grandma, across from you, when you were both just entering high school. Your momma found out that Miss Ethel's daughter had been killed by her husband, and she had to take in her grandson because of it.

Miss Ethel was a lovely woman. She always volunteered to watch everyone's kids, during the summer she'd help provide the lemonade and the jar for catching lightning bugs. If anyone needed anything, from a cup of sugar to knowledge on hiding a body, Miss Ethel was there.

So, your little community welcomed the boy without a doubt. He didn't really cause any trouble, for the most part. Mostly just cussing in front of the little ones without thinking or throwing something in a fit of anger and making a loud noise.

Surely, wasn't a punishable crime.

Though it helped that you, the girl who helped tutor anyone who asked and baked cookies for the miners to have after their shifts, was sweet on him.

And boy, was he sweet on you.

He was working on his dirt bike in the driveway and you stepped onto your porch. Immediately, he fumbled around and dropped his wrench and cussed like a sailor.

Your cheeks heated up and you would debate to yourself on whether to go back inside or pretend like he wasn't there.

But your eyes connected. You waved. He waved. And it was the easiest thing in the world.

You started dating that same night, after he offered to teach you about his dirt bike and it ended with him kissing you.

Despite the doubts, you and Sihtric stayed together through it all.

Every year in high school began and ended with you walking through doors of the school hand in hand.

You both graduated, though him only by a thread.

He was there as you started college two towns over, close enough to commute daily so were still together.

You watched as he started working for the local garage.

When you were both twenty, Miss Ethel passed.

It felt sudden, especially for Sihtric, but you found out she had been sick for a while and just hid it from everyone. Including her grandson.

If anyone asked him, you were his rock.

You explained the situation to your college professors, and if you could make sure to keep up with your assignments according to the syllabus, they would find a way to make it work.

So you all but moved in with him officially in the weeks following. You had originally planned on waiting until you got your degree.

But you felt the need to take care of him. And at first he was just angry, angry at everything and the world and the gods and even God who he didn't believe in. He was going to work and coming home and going straight to bed. He wasn't eating, wasn't talking to you.

So, like any good girlfriend, you told him either he let you help him or you would beat him with a broom.

For the first time in weeks he laughed. You started staying with him that night and you just never left.

Before you knew it, you had graduated college, gotten a job in your field, and Sihtric was being poised to take over as shop foreman in the next few years.

And yet, you stayed where you were.

The trailer was nice. It would be fine until you got enough money saved up to buy a house big enough for the brood that Sihtric seemed to want.

For now? For now you had everything you needed. Sure the windows leaked sometimes if the rain rolled down the metal wrong way. Sure, Sihtric would sometimes have to spend a few days working on something else that broke.

But you had him. And that was enough.

The weeks may have been dedicated to work, but the weekends were for you.

Yes, you both always went to bed together. You always were affectionate (the man was a hugging machine after all).

But Saturdays he would wake you up by running a bubble bath for the both of you, using your favorite scent.

Then you would go get breakfast, usually going to Tudor's Biscuit World so he could get a bacon egg and cheese biscuit bigger than your face. You would get, as you called it, a deconstructed pot pie that you joked with him you would leave him for. He would tell you that would give him more money to work on his car.

But he would get you a pot pie at least once a week just because it made you smile. And you would get in the way help him at the fourteen million car parts stores he would go to just because you loved seeing him do what he loved.

Sometimes you'd go to the mall. It was slowly dying, all the family friendly fun stores quickly leaving. But there were still some good parts.

Like Rural King where you could get free popcorn and look at turkeys, chickens, and rabbits (plus any dog that people brought with them).

You would inevitably get sad when you were reminded you couldn't bring home the animals. Like, tears in your eyes, heart aching sad because you just wanted them to have a home.

Which would be forgotten, until you came back at least, when Sihtric promised you he would buy you a milkshake and a stuffed animal or a book of your choice.

Sihtric watched as you practically skipped to the bookstore. You spent an hour there, talking about books you wanted to read but couldn't buy because you couldn't buy the whole series and you were not doing that to yourself right now.

So, after getting your milkshake, you would go find a stuffed animal that spoke to your soul.

He would carry around the contenders for you, because it was those specific ones that spoke to you and you couldn't risk putting them back until you were certain.

And when, inevitably, you came to two that you couldn't pick between, he would tell you get both.

He spoiled you, truly.

Sometimes you would go to a local bar. Not because you personally drank, but mostly because watching drunk people do karaoke tickled something inside your brain.

It also meant Sihtric would wear his white tank top, which showed off his arms in the perfect way. And maybe you would be jealous over the way women looked at him. But how could you be when his arms were wrapped around you all night.

The man was not at all subtle about showing you off.

And if a drunken idiot got too bold with his words about you, Sihtric would suddenly be in protective mode. His voice firm and commanding when he gave the warning to the idiot, making your face a little hot (which you swore had everything to do with embarrassment and definitely not how his voice affected you).

If that wasn't enough to deter someone, and they dared touch you, that was it.

See the only reason you and Sihtric had not been banned from this bar was because Sihtric played just inside the rules.

No fighting in the bar. Fine. Sihtric wouldn't.

He would just gently move away from you before grabbing whoever touched you and throwing them out the door and into the dirt.

He would spend a few minutes wailing on the idiot, getting hit a time or two himself since he had had a few drinks.

But he would come back, knuckles busted, some blood on his shirt or spattered along his face, a bloody lip.

He would settle back in his spot as a waitress brought y'all an ice bucket and the first aid kit (which they regularly replenished now because of Sihtric).

You would get him just cleaned up enough, his hands in the ice for a few minutes at best, when he declared he was done and tired and just wanted to be with you.

So you would drive home, with a tipsy Sihtric singing loudly whatever love song played on the radio cause you would need further proof of his love.

You would settle into bed, being held close to him as you read to him until he fell asleep, and you followed him soon after.

Sundays would depend on you.

Sihtric practiced Norse paganism. You parents were very active in their Methodist church. It caused some conflict, especially when Sihtric started talking about your future children.

If you wanted to go to church with them, Sihtric would kiss you before you left to go and be in the parking lot to pick you up afterwards. There would always be flowers waiting for you. Sometimes it would be dandelions, as you insisted they were beautiful even if they were weeds, sometimes butter cups, and sometimes you got lucky and he had seen tiger lilies.

He would smile at you and kiss you while he handed them to you, ask if the service was good, and then take you somewhere to get lunch.

If you didn't really partake in their church, you both would stay in bed until noon. When you would wake up, you'd crawl out of bed and cooked some breakfast foods that would wake Sihtric up. He would sleepily stumble in the kitchen, grabbing the coffee you set out for him.

Sunday was a lazy day. You guys lounged around the house. Sometimes you both would play video games, sometimes you would watch a show.

There were times when Sihtric's friends from work, Uhtred, Finan, and Osferth, would come over on Sundays. You liked those guys a lot, if you were honest. They were all respectful of you, and kind, and Osferth cleaned up after them so you wouldn't have to. And mostly, they made Sihtric happy.

Sihtric and you would walk over to your parents' for Sunday dinner around 5pm.

Despite the differences in beliefs, and the way your dad not so subtly didn't really like him, Sihtric was respectful and kind to them.

He was the one who insisted you come, telling you he would give anything to have dinner with his family one more time, even if he didn't remember his dad fondly. Family was important to him, even if yours didn't like him, and he wanted you to have that

He would stay quiet, even taking his hat off when your dad would say grace.

He would make polite conversation, always eagerly bragging about you whenever he got the chance.

Sihtric would compliment your momma's cooking. She liked him, but since your dad didn't she tried to act like she didn't.

But she always managed to get him a little extra food to take home, would put his favorite cobbler in the dessert rotation, and make sure his favorite drink was always somewhere to be found.

Your dad was polite. That was about all he could manage. And that was fine, according to Sihtric, because he knew your dad couldn't bitch him out for making you happy.

Sunday nights would end back in your home. You would listen to his talkings of your life together. The promises he made.

He insisted once he became foreman, he would buy you a big house with a dishwasher and enough room for all the animals you could ask for.

You two would be able to have a family of your own, ideally with four children or more, and he would give you everything.

You assured him you knew he would keep the promises he made you. But you always thought to yourself how you would be perfectly content with him, here, forever.

You had a roof over your head, food in your kitchen, electricity and water on demand, and a whole lotta love. You had Sihtric.

It was a simple life. But it was yours.

Side note I could not find the original source of this picture if someone knows please let me know.

Taglist: @foxyanon

#sihtric x you #sihtric kjartansson #appalachian life #appalachian sihtric #the last kingdom #headcanon #fic

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hiii love, not sure if you’re taking requests for Minho (maze runner) but if you are, could you write one where shy fem reader gets caught in a situation where her shirt accidentally rips up in front of everyone in the glade (you can choose the interesting situation of how that occurs lol) and she is bare, then feels vulnerable cause the gladers start whistling and stuff but Minho immediately takes his shirt off and covers her to protect her.

She feels safe with him and he is protective of her even though they haven’t talk much as she hardly sees him cause he’s a runner- mutual pining ig 🥰. And maybe it could end in some spice hehehe

stop it this is literally such a cute prompt I squealed when I read this. And spice is my specialty so I'm glad you asked me to include that😜. I hope I've done your idea justice!! And yes I am always taking requests and looking for new things to write so honestly ask away!!

Protective (Minho x fem!reader (one-shot))

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Context: Pre Thomas, look for summary above ^

Warnings: Cursing and spice

Word count: 2.8k (sorry this one was a bit short)

! I proof read but there might still be spelling mistakes !

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Being the only girl in the glade was definitely a struggle at times. Obviously Alby had set up rules and regulations for all of the other gladers to follow to try and make you feel as comfortable and welcomed in the glade as possible, but there was only so much he could do. Though no one had tried anything physical with you, you always found a way to overhear hushed conversations regarding you and your body.

However, during your time in the glade you were able to become close with Chuck, Newt, and a few other boys. You could always find yourself laughing and hanging out with them the way they did with everyone else. They never treated you differently just because you were a girl, which is what you had grown to greatly appreciate.

You had been in the glade for a little while. In fact, today had been the 4th month since your arrival, and you knew this because a new greenie ascended from the box this morning.

His reaction getting out of the box was to be expected. He gave the normal theatrics, looking like he was about to have a panic attack, asking question after question, and then actually having a panic attack. But unfortunately he was harder to calm down then most. And being keeper of the medjacks, and baring the title of, 'the caring one' around the glade, it was up to you to calm him down. You didn't mind it though, he was a really sweet kid and he didn't even look to be much older then Chuck.

"I feel bad for the poor greenie." Newt sighed before continuing. "I mean, I feel bad for everyone who has to come down here and deal with the whole 'trapped in a maze' bit, but he's just really young." Newt explained while he plucked a blade of grass from the ground and held it in his hand. You and Newt always tended to come and hang out by the garden whenever neither of you were out working. And because you were finally able to get the new guy to calm down, he was taking a nap on one of the beds in the medhut, and since the medhut had been particularly slow otherwise, you and Newt were able to talk a bit before dinner and the bonfire.

"Yeah, I get what you're saying." You say with an exhale. "It's still difficult to come to terms with this whole thing, even after being here for a few months." Newt gave you a silent nod after you said that and neither of you said anything afterwards.

Newt was always good company. Neither of you had to talk and fill the air with conversation because being silent around each other was almost comforting in a way.

The silence between the both of you had been broken though, when you both saw Minho and the rest of the runners run out of the maze and begin jogging towards you both, probably heading to the maze room. The maze doors began to close, incasing you in glade for yet another night.

As Minho passed you and Newt, he greeted both of you with a wave and continued to jog past you.

Though you have been in the glade for a bit, you and Minho had never really spoken to each other before. Your schedules definitely didn't allow for you guys to talk to each other, considering he was always in the maze and you were always in the medhut. However, there was something about him that totally drew you in, you just didn't know what it was.

"Someone has a crush, huh?" Newt said with a smirk as he turned his head to look at yours. Immediately you turned your attention back to Newt.

Shit you were totally staring at Minho just then.

"A crush? Your talking like a child right now Newt." You say with a bit of an attitude.

"Well it's not like you're denying it." Newt says with a chuckle as he begins to stand up from his sitting position on the ground.

"Oh slim it." You say while rolling your eyes and taking Newts hand as he helped you up so you can both start heading to dinner.

Both you and Newt woke up the greenie and took him to dinner, and the evening continued like any other. Everyone was welcoming of him and it was good to see him laughing and actually talking to people.

Eventually, Gally and a couple others began to set up for the bonfire, so you took the quick opportunity to freshen up in your hut. It was honestly really nice of Alby to force Gally and the other builders to make you one just so you felt like you had enough privacy.

You changed into a pair of shorts and changed out of your tank top. You put on one of your favorite/ only shirts, which was the perfect balance of baggy yet tight on you. It was going to get colder throughout the night so you wanted to have a bit more clothing on, and you also couldn't stand the idea of being in your tank top for another second. Definitely not after sweating your ass off in it the entire day.

You joined up with everyone else and soon the festivities began. Everyone, including yourself, was drinking Gally's very shity brew and of course the greenie almost puked after one sip. Needless to say, the drink was a bit of an acquired taste, but he would get used to it. Gally was playing that stupid wrestling game with the rest of the gladers and everything was going as per usual.

You had found yourself a seat on a bench next to Newt, and you allowed your back to rest on the bench, letting out a sigh as you began to relax. You sat closer to everyone else than where you would normally sit, because you were still trying to keep your eye on the greenie. Minho, Chuck, and a group of about 10 others were sat down with you on surrounding benches. Voices and jokes filled the air and your stomach began to hurt from laughing so much.

It was times like these that mattered most when you were in the glade. It reminded you that though you were all trapped here, at least you were making the best of it. Without this type of structure, you'd bet that even Alby would've gone mad by now.

"Hey I'm going to get another drink, do you mind coming with?" Newt asked me, already up out of his seat and in front of me.

"Yeah sure, I could use another glass anyways." You explained while taking his hand.

All of this would've been fine if your shirt hadn't snagged on a loose nail from the bench.

As newt pulled you up from your seat neither of you had realized what had happened until way too late, the damage was already done by that point. Your shirt wasn't made out of the best material, so the entire thing had completely ripped off of you.

So there you were. Stood in front of an enormous group of boys wearing nothing but your bra, which only provided the bare minimum amount of coverage.

Apparently the rip from your shirt was loud enough to earn the attention of everyone, even Gally's group who was stood further away from you. It took you, along with everyone else, a moment to fully comprehend the situation. And in that moment you would've been more then happy if a griever showed up and swallowed you whole. Nothing compared to the amount of embarrassment you were feeling in that moment. Especially not when you began to hear whistles and laughs from some of the boys.

By this point you had both of your hands covering your chest, and your mind was completely blank. What the hell were you even supposed to do in a situation like this? It would take you ages to live this down, and of course something like this had to happen right when you thought everyone was getting over the fact you were a girl.

Newt stood there staring at you along with everyone else in the group of people who were sitting with you. You could see a couple guys in front of you let out laugh a laugh, which only caused your eyes to well up with tears.

You had never cried in the glade. Not once. You couldn't let yourself.

You didn't cry when you arrived from the box, or even when you were ostracized for being the only girl. But still you couldn't help but feel so utterly humiliated.

Even though it had felt like you stood there on display for hours, it had only been at least five seconds since your shirt had ripped off. Before anyone else could turn their heads to look at you, Minho got up suddenly.

He took his shirt off quickly while walking over to you, and you took your arms away from your chest, allowing him to pull his shirt onto you so you were no longer stood half naked in front of anyone. You were shocked by his gesture. Out of all the people in the glade, you had never thought he would be the one to protect you like this, but you were thanking god he did.

As he stood towering over you for a couple more seconds you couldn't help but take in what he looked like shirtless. And jeez, lets just say all this running he does pays off. He looked like he had been carved out of stone by the gods. His abs looked chiseled on, and you were going absolutely feral for it. In the most respectful way possible though of course.

Half of the glade looked just as shocked as you, and the rest looked disappointed. You heard groans and curses from Gally's group, as if they were annoyed with Minho.

"Oh come on Minho, you really had to ruin it for everyone, huh?" Gally said, and it was obvious that he was already through multiple glasses of his moonshine. His snarky comment was warranted by a couple of snickers and laughs from the other boys sitting with him. Minho turned around to face him and at this point they were stood with a bit of distance between each other, but still not much. And it was safe to say that Minho looked like he was about to maul Gally.

"What did you just say?" Minho questioned, his voice dark and menacing as he began taking steps towards Gally.

"Oh what, you going to defend your girlfriend?" Gally contested while slurring and hiccupping between words, getting in Minho's face as he said it.

"She doesn't have to be my girlfriend for me to treat her like a normal shucking person, Gally." Minho said while firmly standing his ground.

It was quiet for a moment before any other response was made. You and the rest of the glade were just staring at them, and honestly you were thankful that the attention was finally off of you.

If it wasn't for Alby pulling the two boys apart, the night would've ended with someone bloody and bruised, and someone, or both of them, ending up in the pit.

Alby pushed Gally away and grabbed onto Minho's shoulder as he led Minho back over to me. "Minho take (Y/N) back to her hut and get her situated. I'll deal with Gally." Alby says, clearly annoyed with what the night had turned into.

You and Minho both silently began walking back to your hut. You wanted to thank him, you needed to thank him, but you just didn't know how you were going to. As he opened the door to your hut and both of you stepped in, he closed the door and you just stood looking at him. You were still flustered from him being, you know, without a shirt, but you had to compose yourself.

"Thank you Minho. For um- you know, giving me your shirt and stuff." You say while looking at the ground, your cheeks red from embarrassment as you painfully recall the whole situation.

"It was no problem really." Minho said as you looked back up at him.

"Yeah it's just- I don't know what I would've done without you-" And although it sounded cliché, you meant it. Your voice began to break after trying to continue, your words getting caught in your throat. Before you could compose yourself enough to say anything else, Minho brought you into his arms gently, and hugged you. His warm embrace made you feel safe and secure, and immediately your worries washed away as you hugged him harder. You buried your head into his chest and wrapped your arms around his waist and he wrapped his around yours.

You could've stayed like that for hours, but you forced your head away from his chest and looked up at him, staring deep into his eyes and he did the same. There was a thick tension in the air as you felt the temperature in your hut increase.

Minho tucked a piece of your hair back behind your ear, "I'll always be here to protect you." Minho says while giving you a genuine smile, your stomach doing somersaults as you completely folded under his gaze. As your eyes followed his for a moment longer, you noticed them glance at your lips and before you could even process it, he kissed you.

You stood there shocked and bewildered, this night had been an absolute rollercoaster of fucking emotions and you were not prepared for it once so ever.

After not reciprocating the kiss Minho pulled away, "I'm sorry I didn't mean to- I don't want it to seem like I'm taking advantage of you or something- I-" But before he could finish his sentence you kissed him back, your lips merging into his completely, as if you were two magnets that were completely drawn together naturally.

The kiss was passionate yet gentle, and you practically melted into him. You let his tongue explore the inside of your mouth and your lips worked against his in unison. For all you knew, Minho was the first boy you had ever kissed, and you were totally fine with that. You didn't even need to kiss any other boy to know that Minho did it best.

You took one of your hands and kept it on his back, caressing his muscles on his upper back. While your other hand found it's way to his nape and you began to take his hair between your fingers, tugging at them more whenever he kissed you harder.

He kept one of his hands by your waist and the other at your back, trying to bring you as close to him as he possibly could. He held you as if you were the only thing worth holding onto, and he was never willing to let you go.

You could feel the heat radiating off of Minho as he pinned you against one of the walls in your hut next to the door. You were left completely breathless once Minho pulled away, biting at your bottom lip as he then continued to kiss you down your jaw. You could feel him begin to suck at the sensitive part part of skin between your neck and collar bone, causing a small whimper to escape your mouth.

Minho continued to kiss down your collar bone and as low as your shirt's neck line would let him. You could feel his kisses become more sloppy and desperate. It was as if he couldn't wait to get his hands on more of you, and you couldn't wait to give yourself in to him.

You pushed him off and quickly took off your shirt, tossing it to the ground as Minho stared at you. He put his arms around you again and smirked as he began to kiss you, more hungrily this time.

"I'll never let anyone else in the glade see you like this again. I promise." He said between kisses. The sincerity in his voice was prominent.

You could tell that all of what Minho had said was true. If any other boy tried to touch you, or even look at you in the wrong way, he would be there to protect you.

In that moment you had realized that no one would be able to make you feel the way Minho made you feel. He satisfied all of your desires and he fulfilled you in ways you didn't even know were possible. You were everything he wanted, and he was everything you wanted. But more importantly, he made you feel safe, like as long as you were in his arms he would never let anything bad happen to you.

Then suddenly, there was a nock on the door. Then it swung open abruptly.

"Hey um (Y/N), I really wanted to apologize for earlier-" But before Gally could say anything else, he turned his head and saw you and Minho, half naked and pressed against each other.

"Oh shuck- I didn't mean to- I'll leave now." And with that, he was out of the door as quickly as he entered it.

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ok guys heres another!! I really hoped that yall liked it. I had quite the fun time writing this and I think it turned out pretty well!

btw I'm going to start working on pt.2 to stranded, and I should have it finished relatively soon, but I've never written smut before so that's going to be quite interesting. But seriously thank you to everyone who wrote nice things under that post you have no idea how much it means to me ❤️❤️

#the maze runner #tmr #minho tmr x reader #minho the maze runner #minho tmr #x reader #tmr fandom #tmr fanfic #minho fic

[bradshawssugarbaby]

I really really hate that I even feel the need to write this. I've got back and forth over it a lot over the last 36 hours - it's not something that I've taken lightly or done without a lot of thought, but I have to do what is best for myself, and more importantly, my family. Don't get me wrong - I LOVE a lot of people I've met thanks to the TGM fandom. My personal interactions with everyone have been (for the most part) nothing short of lovely. I feel spoiled with how good my experience on here has been over the past six months since I joined in to this. I've made some great friends and rediscovered my passion for writing and reading, I've found myself some really good creative outlets for my ADHD and mental health struggles, and I'm SO thankful for it. BUT. I can no longer be part of a community where I don't feel safe. I love writing. I love fanfiction. I love writing fanfiction where Bradley Bradshaw is a baseball player. I love writing silly little stories based off country songs I love where Jake Seresin asks you to marry him while quoting Florida Georgia Line. I love writing smut with no plot about Bradley and Bob, and Jake, and Goose - I write because I love it. However, I can't love something if the community makes me genuinely afraid and concerned for not only my own safety, but the safety of my child, and the safety of my friends. Doxxing is dangerous. End of story. It can cost innocent people everything. Everything. Jobs. Families. Lives. It's irresponsible and foolish, and comes with serious real life consequences, not just for the person who you decide to target. It creates a domino effect. I don't know about y'all, but I don't wish to take part in a community where I feel constantly worried someone is going to be out to ruin my life if I don't agree with them on something. If I post a fic that might be similarly written to someone else's. If I don't answer a request in my inbox. If I just do something that generally pisses someone off. It's not productive for my own mental health, and honestly? It's taken any enjoyment out of this for me. So, this is me - saying that indefinitely, I'm going on hiatus. I'm still deciding the future of this blog and my future on Tumblr in general. I might come back when I feel safe once again. I might never come back. I might do an overhaul and change my URL. I might make a whole new account. I don't know. Thanks for the fun times and the love on my stories since I joined in October. I appreciate everyone who has made me feel so welcomed and accepted on here, and taken me from being a sad, depressed housewife with ADHD to feeling myself again. Hopefully this isn't goodbye, it's just see you later, but we'll see how things pan out.

-- Haley 💜

P.S. Whoever is responsible for this? I hope you're happy. I hope nothing more that you're happy and can sleep well at night knowing you've taken something that so many of us use as an escape from reality, as fun and enjoyment, and completely destroyed it without a second thought.

#top gun maverick #hiatus #tgm

[take-a-dip-in-the-deadpool]

A friend posted this on facebook and i didnt wanna shit on it on her post so i thought i'd bring it here

This seems fine at face value. But please PLEASE if youre going to do this CONTACT YOUR LOCAL NURSING HOME FIRST.

Theres still a pandemic, plus its cold and flu season.

Aside from that nursing homes are busy. And understaffed. Adding a bunch of (well meaning) children into the mix may not always be welcome or helpful.

Seeing stuff like this on FB always gets under my skin because at best its well meaning but ill advised and at worst is false but made to get shared and get clicks.

#halloween #nursing home #psw #my wife worked in nursing homes for years #and from what shes related to me #this might not have been the most welcome thing #to happen #during a shift

[scholarofgolb]

one thing low self esteem will do to you is that it will convince you that no one could possibly value their relationship with you or even on a lighter level like. thinking people don't care about anything you say and that your words don't have impact on people. and what that leads to is you being completely unaware when you hurt other peoples feelings and being unable to consider how something you view as innocuous or funny could be hurtful and mean to someone else. like even if you have a hard time understanding that you have value as a person you have to understand that you have a lot of control of the way you effect other people and no one is intrinsically aware of what is going on in your head. you've got to care about other people and think about what's going on for them and yes empathy is hard but empathy can be learned. and sometimes u gotta figure it out and teach it to yourself.

#big thing for me in my late teens was realizing all of this #it was like probably the most valuable thing i took out of adolescence #which i thought because i had social anxiety and was so concerned about other people hating me that i couldn't possibly be low empathy #but i was! and i had to deal with it! #stop asking other people 'are you mad at me' and start asking yourself 'how might they have interpreted that? could that have been hurtful? #and youll realize that it might have been! and thats the most horrible gut wrenching feeling ever #but there's this wonderful thing called apologizing and explaining yourself and reminding people that you love + value them #and if ur me that means sometimes youll apologize for something and ur friend will be like 'i dont even know what ur talking about LOL' #but it also means sometimes your friend will feel welcome to have productive conversations about how you make eachother feel #and thats really what helps form lasting relationships tbh

[crest-of-gautier]

thinking very hard about eggstra work for chill season, i just have the strangest feeling that it'll have a charger + blaster in the line-up and that it'll coincide with reload's release just to laugh at me....

#lizz.txt #most of the eggstra works so far have been at the start of the month with the exception of the first (middle of the month) #i'm REALLY REALLY hoping that the eggstra work happens in the 26th-28th of january because PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE #I WANT TO PLAY RELOAD IN PEACE SO BAD LIKE.. i know reload is not going to grow legs and suddenly leave me but #i want to see mr. mochizuki so bad my beloved... #i mean ofc i can play eggstra work and reload simultaneously but sOBS WHAT IF I LIKE THE EGGSWORK LINEUP #bet that the charger is going to be squiffer specifically to spite me because squiffer and i are having a lil dance #but also i welcome any charger as long as it's not the goo tuber lolol i can't stand that thing sorry #i would be so happy if the blaster is something like s-blast but like as long as it's not clash blaster i'd be happy i think #if they decide to put the eggstra work on marooners bay i might limit my time with it but it might be good practice... #i do love slammin jammin junction though.. ohh... they should announce eggstra work.. for ME.... #regardless of when eggstra work takes place i think i will have a lot of fun with both it and reload #im mostly just posting this bc it'd be funny if i get hit with the ball of prophecy teehee #every time i post about squiffer it's like squiffer goes out of its way to prove me wrong or spite me its hilarious to me

[yourcalamity]

im about to have such a potent opportunity to disappear into the woods forever it itches

#i wonder how long it would take anyone to figure it out lol #youre welcome future coldcase vloggers #but for the record if i do mysteriously vanish no its not because of my job #must be said because thats the easiest explanation people come up with yeah it would be convenient right #if i could just get a new job and suddenly everything in my life will be fixed and all of the other blatant issues clearly coming from other #sources will cease to exist #also therapy and meds will do the same thing. i might as well walk up to a stranger and ask them to snap their fingers and cure me #just as long as the hand i turn to for help points in another direction technically im being ‘helped’ right #life is just a fight and you have to keep fighting for yourself and others and hope one day someone is going to fight for you #and when people dont fight for you when you need them to it becomes clear that you dont even need to fight. it would be easier to lose #you already upset them by not fighting for yourself and instead of fighting for you now theyre fighting againt you. do you really want to #fight harder. do you really want to fight people you love. no one wants that #ive been so emotionally destroyed these past years and idk if i will ever recover or find worth in myself again #and if i got a new job tomorrow at the most comfortable high paying company in the world with a one day work week and unlimited pto #i would still feel worthless because of the experiences ive had and the way everyobe has brushed over them as if i cant feel emotion #i have been carrying so much hurt #now im going home to say goodbye to the remains of a stranger who wouldve disowned me had we ever spoken on even ground #but sure i will enjoy my trip

[infinitethree]

hello, vio and helio! so, i was thinking - there are other servers in sanctuary’s world, and when vio arrived, their opinion of the then-smp was that it was a hellscape. what’s their current opinion of sanctuary? has it improved, and if so, how?

Helio’s eyes flick upwards from his keyboard, but he otherwise doesn’t react immediately.

Vio, on the other hand, groans and lifts his face out of the throw pillow it had been buried in. He’s slumped on his stomach on a long couch in Helio’s office. Judging by how it’s long enough for him to comfortably fit on, that's one of the primary reasons it’s there.

The alien complains, “Last world was shit, I’m not answering an essay question after that clusterfuck. I only really give advice and moral support now anyway, not that any of the actual team needs it.”

He faceplants into the pillow again, his tail flicking slightly. Some further mumble of discontent is said, but muffled too much to make out.

The other person in the room finally looks up from whatever he was working on. Helio leans back in his chair to consider the question.

"Vio never really leaves the server in that way, anyway. He doesn't like the crowds." "Outsiders are nosy! They ask too many questions about what I am, and then get pissy if I ask equally insulting ones right back!"

Helio points out, "You deliberately provoke them." "And they deserve it!" "I didn't say that they don't."

With a slight shrug, Helio continues, "So he's not a great resource on what the general public sentiment is. Honestly, nobody really…knows what's happened here. We prefer it that way. Sanctuary is a weird place with deeply traumatized residents. Even those who were here natively don't have many ties to outsiders. Pretty much all of us were invited explicitly because we didn't have much else."

As he speaks, Helio taps something out on his keyboard. A small holographic display opens up over his desk.

"Occasionally we get people nosing around, because names like Dream and Techno will probably always carry some weight. The fact that Dream basically became a recluse was weird even when I first joined the server. It's only gotten weirder that nobody has seen him since. This," he says, with a gesture towards the display, "is a list of fan sites, news outlets, and similar places who have dug into things too far."

It’s a long list, even just what’s on the screen. It seems to go well beyond that.

"Anyone who shows too much or the wrong kind of interest in a resident, the server, and methods to illegally enter a server are monitored. If anyone is caught sending or selling information about Sanctuary to outsiders, that'd be one of the few ways to get sent to one of our partner worlds. Too many people prying into our business risks the safety and sanity of everyone here. Other admins might take an interest in us. We don't know what that might mean, but probably nothing good," Vio adds.

Despite his grumbling, he seems genuinely uneasy at the thought of too much attention from borderline demigods. Sanctuary is pretty much a golden goose; everything from tech to mobs to blocks are brought back from other realities. Exploiting that fact would be very profitable.

It's why they would rather be safe than sorry about any potential threats. Someone might have benign intentions, but seeing the reality of what the Dream SMP has become could easily change that.

Any refugee or current resident is free to choose among several dozen other realities to live in, if they decide Sanctuary doesn't meet their needs. There are plenty where people can simply fuck off and never be seen again.

Thus far, they haven't had anyone they needed to force out. Those that leave do so willingly, and on at least somewhat decent terms.

It's part of the duties of the Welcome Wagon to prepare those people for the world they'll be living in. Supplies, learning basics of that world, and in some cases a cover identity are given.

They might have felt that entering Sanctuary was their only choice, but Sanctuary itself is only one of the many places that they might decide to live in. Hell– some former refugees end up helping acclimate others to their new world down the line.

Helio adds, "Sanctuary houses our people, and their safety is our top priority. Not just physically, but emotionally and mentally as well. Too many of us have lost too much." "I'm pretty sure Day would go on the warpath. Theo and probably quite a few others would join him. I've spent way too many hours in therapy recounting Doomsday to be interested in seeing them fully snap. I've spent too many hours seeing them fight to want to risk them going for blood," Vio agrees.

A long shudder visibly goes down both of their spines. Helio might have seen far less of what the Was-Taken family is capable of, but he knows enough.

Vio was, in no small part, inspired by fear to remain in what went on to become Sanctuary. Sure, Darkza wasn't great…but Day and Theo? Their presence was more than Vio wanted to deal with.

Hell, he refused to get close to saying negative things about Theo.

…And then Day and Theo showed up anyway. Helio still very vividly remembers how the purple tint to Vio's skin had gone sickly grey when he saw Day in the Dream SMP.

By now, Helio has seen and heard enough to believe that that had been a fully justified reaction. Day, for all that he is openly a doting father to six sons, is also terrifying.

One of the quieter rules of Sanctuary is not to push the immortal man too far. Some people can get away with more than others– Aster, for instance, has a fair bit of leeway because of his closeness with Theo and Lee. Others, like Lucid, are already on his bad side.

Day has a hell of a lot of stress resting on his shoulders. He does not need anyone deciding it'd be funny to fuck with him.

There was once, and only once, that Helio got a glimpse of just how deep Day’s trauma ran.

It was years ago by now. They had still been working out snags in getting new residents set up. Orph had called out the previous two days, a fact which led to Helio going to consult with him in-person.

Summer Hills had been eerily quiet. The area usually had a fair bit of noise; people going to Atlas' store, TVs, music, one or more of the Was-Taken brothers screaming, the forge, redstone…but on that day, there was nothing.

Just the wind, some mobs, and the nether portal.

That silence, more than anything else, had been what spurred Helio to try to find someone. If there was something wrong, then he needed to try to help– or at the very least to sound the alarm.

Positioned at the top of the main residence in Summer Hills, itself on top of a hill, the lights being on in Day’s room meant it was easy to spot.

When he used his elytra to get close without alerting any potential threats, he was attacked the second he got near enough to see anything.

Dee and Orph had come out swinging– and with how little room was available to move in on the deck, Helio had been forced to retreat out onto the roof.

That had been how he got a split second glimpse of DayDream. His complexion was pale, eyes unfocused, wings limp.

But he was sitting up. He was watching Helio like he wasn't entirely present.

Like he was a distant spectator to a show halfway tuned out.

Orph had grabbed his shirt and said to leave. His eyes were wild enough that he reminded Helio of one of the last times he saw Arode before his much later revival. That had been all the reason Helio needed to disengage and flee.

Sometimes, that sight– of someone who brought down a god, someone without whom they would largely be dead, with all the liveliness of a doll– still haunts his nightmares.

He's seen plenty of fucked up things. But Day being so detached is…something in its own class.

Maybe it's because Helio is aware he played a hand, no matter how unknowing, in his mental health being that wrecked.

Even if he hadn’t known what Quackity was up to, he never bothered to see the lone prisoner of Pandora's Vault. It never even occurred to him to try.

Lucid was pretty fucked up when he got out– it took years before he was able to get anywhere close to his pre-Vault physical state.

Day, from tidbits he's said over the years, was in there long enough that his body would have never recovered.

"The Was-Taken family," he notes, "do not fuck around with threats to their loved ones. Sanctuary getting tangled up in a war because someone opened their mouths counts as a threat."

And that’s without considering the fact that, evidently, Lee could become an admin like Lucid.

If Lee can't leave, his family would defend him to the bitter end. It wouldn't matter what the cost to them was, because personal risk is secondary to their creed of family first.

And, you know, Helio has spent quite a few years in this server. He’s attached to it and its residents. He's not really interested in seeing how it would fare if Lee became an admin and lost members of his family.

Just the idea makes him feel a cold sweat break out on the back of his neck.

"I don't want to see how the Swords and Shields would react to a war. I don’t want to see how Aster would react to a war," Vio mutters. From the lashing of his tail, he's distressed by the thought.

Helio shudders in agreement. The group is far from small. In fact, they are arguably the largest group in Sanctuary.

It started small, and then Helio blinked and there were enough members to warrant Atlas making molds for the ear cuff components.

More join all the time. He can’t even argue it's presence is a bad thing; it serves at least a dozen purposes. Lee is really just a convenient banner to unite under. He gives the Swords and Shields a justifiable reason to learn to fight better, a group of peers, a hobby, a support group, and countless more little reasons.

Daz and Raine, the two who helm the Welcome Wagon, do a fair bit to encourage membership. Aster does as well, just…more subtly.

A lot of people see him as inspirational. He has clawed his way up to stand toe to toe with Theo through little more than spite and stubbornness.

If he can do that, a lot of people reason, surely they can get within spitting distance of them, too.

Helio…honestly, kind of doubts that. Aster is special in some way that he can’t really explain. Something about him makes him a kindred spirit of Theo’s. Theo was good enough to be a primary combatant in a fight with a fucking god.

It’s not like Helio is a slouch in a fight. He just knows the two of them are well beyond his skill level.

“Any conflict with outsiders,” Helio repeats, “would end badly for everyone.”chronotag

#asked&answered #chronotag #long post #HeliotropedAlien #DoctorViolet #the SwSh are NOT a small group #also Day occasionally gets super triggered and needs to have a catatonic episode for a while #given his past response was to build SECRET SCREAMING ROOMS #this is somehow an improvement #Welcome Wagon has SO many hats btw #there's a reason Daz functionally cannot be revealed without destroying the server #he is load bearing in like 10 ways #the person most aware of what all he does is Raine #and if you asked Raine to do what Daz does on his own. he would say no #he would also say no with a fleet of people at his disposal #Daz is unhinged in the EXACT way that means he's perfect for this sort of thing #also Aster is unhinged in a different way and I'm excited to write him and Daz meeting #and then their ACTUAL first conversation #I think I've found out one of the reasons I've been in a slump btw! #It Might Not Just Be Burnout #it also might get worse for a bit. idk yet.

[iloveyoumorethansoup]

Having these soup talks posts is like starting to say one thing getting distracted and then going into deep grief and now I have to rewrite the actual post part of this. These feel like headings for the actual post

#i had one tag about my tag system and then went into this: #also very miserable being so much less open than I usually am since my entire friend group has my url #strong believer of if ur a native tumblr user it’s fine we can be friends but if u just wanna find me bc it’s funny it’s genuinely upsetting #lulu u r here as an honored guest welcome native user #i miss talking to you guys a lot #this was the only place I could actually voice my thoughts but </3 #I don’t know there’s not even really a point in making a different blog bc my wishes aren’t gonna be respected #like. i have said all throughout the years do not look for me. i will be very upset by this #i laugh when I’m uncomfortable so apparently when everyone was looking for me and I was laughing that was considered permission #i am friends with my friends but I am not as open with them as I am here #nor do I wish to be. I’ve always been huge on privacy since it was neglected my entire life #so hi gamers. if you’re reading this know that I am upset I was upset the entire time said so and you’re still here #I’ve told you for years I didn’t want you here and this was the only space I had #and yeah I make jokes about it but only bc there isn’t a single other thing I can do other than delete the thing I care about the most #and I know for the most part y’all had your fun you found me looked around at what I do #one of you promised you wouldn’t come back I believe that. one of you quite frankly I’m surprised you don’t have an account but either way #i don’t think you’ll be around again unless I directly send you a post off my blog #I’m fine with that. quite frankly it might make my life a little easier #but the one with an account made just to find me and get around me being unsearchable?? idk that I’m gonna just get over that anytime soon #especially being like oooh look but not at my url bc you’ll block me and I want the option to look at ur blog #in the moment I didn’t think I cared that much but apparently I do! a lot! i just wanted to be left alone #and really what can I say? hey that really hurts my trust and the more I think about it the more detrimental it is? #i can’t just send a text out of the blue that’s like hey I am upset about this #and I mean. I’m posting on a public account. i always ran this risk if my wishes were disrespected. i just didn’t think they would be #and it’s stupid to be crying over this but when I’m always so stressed out about keeping up multiple different facets of personality this #was the one place I didn’t have to do that and now I do #not to be dramatic but it’s like losing the only piece of myself I loved #soup talks

[batboyblog]

Copy Right and Public Domain in 2024

Happy 2024 all! its also Public Domain Day! a magical holiday here in America where things enter the public domain. Works published in the year 1928 (or 95 years ago!) have entered the public domain, which means they belong to us, all of us, the public!

Mickey's Back!

Yes! I'm sure you've heard, but Mickey Mouse (and Minnie Mouse too) is entering the Public Domain today. This has been news for a few years and indeed Disney's lobbying in the late 1990s is why our copy right term is SO long. So what exactly is now public domain?

Most people know about Mickey's first appearance Steamboat Willie, but a second short film, Plane Crazy was also released in 1928 so will also be public domain. So what's public? well these two films first of all, you're allowed to play them, upload them to YouTube or whatever without paying Disney. In theory you'll be allowed to cut and sample them, have them playing in the background of your movie etc. Likewise in theory the image of Mickey and Minnie as they appear (thats important) in these films will be free to use as well as Mickey's character as he appears in these works will be free to use. Now Mickey's later and more famous appearance

will still be protected. Famously the Conan Doyle Estate claimed that Sherlock Holmes couldn't be nice, smile, or not hate women in works because they still held the copyright on the short stories where he first did those things even though 90% of Sherlock Holmes stories were public domain. It's very likely Disney will assert similar claims over Mickey, claiming much of his personality first appeared in works still copyrighted.

Finally there's copyright vs trademark. Copyright is total ownership of a piece of media and all the ideas that appear in it, copyright has a limited set term and expires. Trademark is more limited and only applies to things used to market and sell a product. You can have a Coke branded vending machine in your movie if you want, but it couldn't appear anywhere in the trailer for your movie as thats you marketing your movie.

Where trademark ends and copyright begins and how trademarked something in the public domain is allowed to be are all unsettled areas of law and clearly Disney in the last few years as been aggressively pushing its trademark not just to Mickey in general but Steamboat Willie Mickey in particular

Ultimately the legal rights and wrongs of this might not matter so much since few people have the money and legal resources of the Walt Disney corporation so they might manage to maintain a de facto copyright on Mickey through legal intimidation, but maybe not?

And Tigger Too!

All the talk about Mickey Mouse and Steamboat Willie has sadly overshadowed other MAJOR things entering the public domain today. Most people are aware Winnie the Pooh entered the public domain in 2022, but they might not realize his beloved friend Tigger didn't. Thats because Tigger didn't appear till A. A. Milne's second (and last) book of Pooh short stories, The House at Pooh Corner in 1928.

Much like Mickey Mouse only what appears in The House at Pooh Corner is public domain so the orange bouncy boy from the 1960s Disney cartoon is still on lock down. But the A. A. Milne original as illustrated by E. H. Shepard is free for you to use in fiction or art. His friend Winnie the Pooh has made a number of appearances since being freed, most notably in a horror movie, but also a Mint Mobile commercial so maybe Tigger too will have a lot of luck in the public domain.

Other works:

Peter Pan; or the Boy Who Wouldn't Grow Up

Peter Pan is a strange case, even though the play was first mounted in 1904, and the novelization (Peter and Wendy) was published in 1911, The script for the play was not published till 1928 (confusing!) meaning while the novel as been public domain for years the play (which came first) hasn't been, but now it is and people are welcome to mount productions of it.

Millions of Cats

The oldest picture book still in print, did you own a copy growing up? (I did)

Lady Chatterley's Lover

The iconic porn novel that was at the center of a number of groundbreaking obscenity cases in the 1960s and helped establish your right to free speech.

All Quiet on the Western Front and The Threepenny Opera in their original German (but you can translate them if you want), The Mystery of the Blue Train by Agatha Christie, and Orlando by Virginia Woolf will also be joining us in the public domain along with any and all plays, novels, and books published in 1928

for Films we have The Man Who Laughs who's iconic image inspired the Joker

Charlie Chaplin's The Circus, Buster Keaton's The Cameraman, Should Married Men Go Home? the first Laurel and Hardy movie, Lights of New York the first "all talking" movie, The Passion of Joan of Arc, The Wind, as well as The Last Command and Street Angel the first films to win Oscars for Best Actor and Best Actress respectively will all be entering public domain

For Musical Compositions (more on that in a moment) we've got

Mack the Knife by Bertolt Brecht, Let’s Do It (Let’s Fall in Love) by Cole Porter, Sonny Boy by George Gard DeSylva, Lew Brown & Ray Henderson, Empty Bed Blues by J. C. Johnson, and Makin’ Whoopee! by Gus Khan are some of the notables but any piece of music published in 1928 is covered

Any art work published in 1928, which might include works by Frida Kahlo, Georgia O'Keeffe, Alexej von Jawlensky, Edward Hopper, and André Kertész will enter the public domain, we are sure those that M. C. Escher's Tower of Babel will be in the public domain

Swan Song, Public Domain and recorded music

While most things are covered by the Copyright Act of 1976 as amended by the Digital Millennium Copyright Act, none of the copyright acts covered recordings you see when American copyright law was first written recordings did not exist and so through its many amendings no one fixed this problem, movies were treated like plays and artwork, but recorded sound wasn't covered by any federal law. So all sound recordings from before 1972 were governed by a confusing mess of state level laws making it basically impossible to say what was public and what was under copyright. In 2017 Congress managed to do something right and passed the Music Modernization Act. Under the act all recordings from 1922 and before would enter the public domain in 2022. After taking a break for 2023, all sound recordings made in 1923 have entered the public domain today on January 1st 2024, these include.

Charleston by James P. Johnson

Yes! We Have No Bananas (recorded by a lot artists that year)

Who’s Sorry Now by Lewis James

Down Hearted Blues by Bessie Smith

Lawdy, Lawdy Blues by Ida Cox

Southern Blues and Moonshine Blues by Ma Rainey

That American Boy of Mine and Parade of the Wooden Soldiers by Paul Whiteman and his Orchestra

Dipper Mouth Blues and Froggie More by King Oliver’s Creole Jazz Band, featuring Louis Armstrong

Bambalina by Ray Miller Orchestra

Swingin’ Down the Lane by Isham Jones Orchestra

Enjoy your public domain works!

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[headspace-hotel]

I want to make people see how much has been taken away from them.

Did you know that there are dozens of species of fireflies, and some of them light up with a blue glow? Did you know about the moths? There are thousands of them, bright pink and raspberry orange and checkerboard and emerald. They are called things like Black-Etched Prominent, Purple Fairy, Pink-Legged Tiger, Small Mossy Glyph and Black-Bordered Lemon.

Did you know that there are moths that feed on lichens? Did you know about the blue and green bees? The rainbow-colored dogbane beetles? Your streams are supposed to teem with newts, salamanders, crawdads, frogs, and fishes. I want to take you by the hand and show you an animal you've never seen before, and say, "This exists! It's real! It's alive!"

There are secret wildflowers that no website will show you and that no list entitled "native species to attract butterflies!" will name. Every day I'm at work I see a new plant I didn't know existed.

The purple coneflowers and prairie blazing star are a tidepool, a puddle, and there is an ocean out there. There are wildflowers that only grow in a few specific counties in a single state in the United States, there are plants that are evolved specifically to live underneath the drip line of a dolomite cliff or on the border of a glade of exposed limestone bedrock. Did you know that different species of moss grow on the sides of a boulder vs. on top of it?

There are obscure trees you might have never seen—Sourwood, Yellowwood, Overcup Oak, Ninebark, Mountain Stewartia, Striped Maple, American Hophornbeam, Rusty Blackhaw, Kentucky Coffeetree. There are edible fruits you've never even heard of.

And it is so scary and sad that so many people live and work in environments where most of these wondrous living things have been locally extirpated.

There are vast tracts of suburb and town and city and barren pasture where a person could plausibly never learn of the existence of the vast majority of their native plants and animals, where a person might never imagine just how many there are, because they've only ever been exposed to the tiny handful of living things that can survive in a suburb and they have no reason to extrapolate that there are ten thousand more that no one is talking about.

It's like being a fish that has lived its whole life in a bucket, with no way of imagining the ocean. The insects in your field guide are a fraction of those that exist, of all the native plants to your area only a handful can be bought in a nursery.

Welcome to the Earth! It's beautiful! It's full of life! More things are real and beautiful and alive than a single person could imagine!!!

#nature #conservation #ecosystems