#was an hour of animated debate and conversation

[gargoy-ross]

You made today special - Vox x gn!reader

Summary: You and Vox have been in a situationship of sorts for a while, and he has finally asked you out for the upcoming Valentines. Being the showman he is, he wants everything to be perfect. Unfortunately things don't go according to his plan and he's left on a verge of breakdown.

Warnings: some nasty language but otherwise none

Word count: 1309

He's booked a reservation at the most renowned restaurant in Pride Ring.

He's made sure that a limousine will be ready and waiting.

He's even bought flowers, carefully picked and chosen to match your mutual aesthetic.

And he has put on his best suit, checked himself in the mirror at least seven times in the past hour - which both Valentino and Velvet have teased him about. Usually he'd at least retort with a snarky comment, but Vox can't bring himself to care today.

From the moment you agreed to be his Valentine he's been preparing to swoon you over. Every little detail is taken care of for this day to be memorable.

You're dressed in your best and waiting for him to come pick you up. The butterflies in your stomach refused to calm themself, and you're sure you look like a lovestruck fool right now.

Despite your excitement you were also a bit nervous about how the public would respond to your appearance with Vox. The paparazzi followed him everywhere, and he's always been rather pedantic about the Vees' image.

Still, finally having a date with him? Not just shameless flirting and drunken night outs, but an actual real date?

It was no secret that you had been pining for the tech overlord for longer than you'd like to admit and you were happy to know he shared those feelings too.

A glance at the clock tells you that he should've been here by now. You recheck the message he sent you earlier.

Vox wouldn't have stood you up, would he?

You debate on whether you should text him to ask where he is, but before you can make a decision a black limo drives to your driveway.

You sigh in relief as Vox steps out to open the door for you.

"Apologies for the late arrival," his smile makes you forget your earlier worries. "there were some hiccups on the way. I hope you didn't wait for long."

"I was a bit worried you wouldn't show up, but it's all right."

Vox promises to make it up to you later. He hadn't anticipated the paparazzi blocking the road, and since he was supposed to pick you up he couldn't just zap himself out of there like he'd usually do.

He places a hand on your waist as he guides you. "You look stunning by the way."

"Thank you. You look very handsome too." You find it hard to find the right words, but Vox seems pleased with your answer regardless.

This was just a small setback on an otherwise perfect date, he thinks. Everything else will go just as planned.

The ride to the restaurant starts off a bit awkward, but the two of you soon set into a comfortable conversation. Vox, with his natural charm, led most of the exchange, asking for your opinions and preferences on a matter of things. His animated expressions and almost cartoonish mannerism were a delight to watch.

At some point Vox decides that now is the perfect time to give you the bouquet. He reaches for it, only to realize that he forgot to take it with him.

Fuck.

His expression goes from happy and exited to 'shit, I left the stove on'.

"Is everything okay?"

He's quick to recover, nodding and reassuring you that there's no need to worry.

He'll just give you the flowers after the date then.

The restaurant was packed full, which was expected on a special day like Valentine's. That's precisely why Vox had made the reservation early. Now if that idiot behind the counter could just find it…

"Sir, are you sure you've made the reservation for today? I do not see you on the list."

Vox thanks himself for having such good self control. "Yes, I'm quite sure. Check it again."

"I'm sorry sir, your name isn't on the list-"

Vox leans over the counter. His left eye pulses and voice is laced with static. "But it is, right there. See?"

"Of course. This way please."

Vox makes a note of the employee's name. He'll get them fired later for embarrassing him like that.

You're finally seated at your table. It's one of the nicer ones, private enough so others won't see nor hear you and with an amazing view over Pentagram City.

Vox calms himself and the two of you continue your conversation from earlier.

It doesn't take long for a young waitress to come to take your orders. She seems almost nervous, though you suppose it's understandable given the reputation the Vees have. You find your favourite from the menu, and Vox orders a bottle of wine along with your meals.

"Thank you for taking me here. It's been really nice."

Vox flashes you a smile. "Of course. Only the best for you."

Soon the waitress is back with a wine bottle and two glasses. She opens the bottle and goes to fill your glass, only to trip on the table leg.

He sees in slow motion as the red wine gets spilled right onto your lap.

There's a split second of silence before the waitress starts to chant a string of apologies like a prayer. You try to assure her that it'll be okay. It was an accident, and this certainly wasn't the worst that has happened to you.

The opposite of you Vox's claws dig into the table, leaving permanent marks on it's surface.

This bitch. This useless piece of shit DARED TO FUCKING RUIN YOUR CLOTHES.

In a fit of panic she tries to swipe off the spillage with a hand chief. That does nothing but manage to make the mess worse, and only when Vox grabs her by the shoulder to drag her away from you does she realize that.

Before you get to say anything you're pulled up from your seat. There's a quick flash of light and suddenly you're back in Vox's quarters in the Vees' tower.

It takes a moment for your brain to catch up. You can feel Vox's hands shaking slightly before he lets go of you.

He's about to lose his composure.

"I did everything right," his voice distorts in the middle of the sentence. He's too worked up to keep up the calm, collected, and charming facade he's mastered.

"I made plans. I double-checked all the boxes."

He stomps off to the living room, practically tearing off his jacket.

"It was supposed to be perfect."

Vox slumps down on the couch. His shoulders sag and he looks at you with what you can only describe as desperation.

He had tried so hard to make today special, yet it seems like the universe had a different plan.

He draws in a shaky breath. His voice is small and you think you might have heard him sniffle when he spoke again.

"I had to make it perfect…"

"Vox…" You take his hands onto yours and he doesn't resist when you place soft kisses on both of them.

"You know, I really enjoyed today. Even though we had to wait forever in line at that restaurant and my clothes got ruined. Do you know why?"

He shakes his head.

"Because I got to spend it with you."

He smiles, despite still feeling down about all his plans being ruined.

"Thank you for taking me out. If it's okay with you, I'd like to spend the night?"

"I won't say no to that, but let's get you to something a bit more comfortable, shall we?"

He picks you up and you wrap your arms around him as he carries you to his bedroom. He agrees to let you borrow one of his shirts, and the two of you spend the rest of the evening cuddled up watching movies.

Maybe today wasn't so bad after all.

#vox x reader #vox x you #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel vox x reader

[anton-luvr]

# PLACES THEY'D BRING YOU TO FOR A FIRST DATE ; 7riize.

𖦹 bf!riize x gn!reader | fluff | first date au 𖦹 note ; hope yall like this!! just sth i thought abt over dinner hehe + more posts like this coming soon! <3 + reqs are open !

# SHOTARO.

a theme park ! - lots of good food, screaming your heads off on rollercoasters, holding on to each other nervously through haunted houses, getting to know each other more while lining up for rides, getting matching cute souvenirs like headbands, endless pictures taken together.

# EUNSEOK.

the beach ! - warm sun against your skin, comforting crash of ocean waves accompanying your conversation, having a sandcastle building competition, splashing around in the water together, enjoying a small picnic he prepared.

# SUNGCHAN.

a petting zoo ! - learning about all sorts of animals, taking photos with koala bears and snakes, petting bunnies and feeding them, cooling off with a soda together, laughing when a bird lands on sungchan's head, walking through the zoo hand in hand.

# WONBIN.

the cinema ! - having a mini debate about salty popcorn and caramel popcorn, holding on to each other at scary parts of the movie, fingers grazing against each other when you reach for the soda at the same time, wonbin's jacket around you to keep you warm, the post-movie analysis discussion afterwards that lasts for hours and ends in giggles and smiles.

# SEUNGHAN.

an arcade ! - bright colorful lights flooding your vision, pixelated theme songs blasting from each game, racing seunghan side by side on the car simulation, celebrating together when you win at the claw machine, taking photobooth photos together, making fun of seunghan when he loses at air hockey, the sudden kiss he gives you to make you shut up.

# SOHEE.

an aquarium ! - warm hands interlaced together, watching sharks and fishes swim by gracefully in awe, reading fun facts together, talking about your favorite sea animals and why, copying the way jellyfish swam, waving hi to the dolphins, taking selfies with manta rays.

# ANTON.

an art museum ! - whispered conversations, a peaceful atmosphere, exchanging surprised glances when you understand the art, admiring the details, trying to guess the prices of art pieces, taking aesthetic photos of each other, finding each other prettier than any work of art in the museum when you leave.

© anton-luvr, 2023.

#riize #riize fics #riize fluff #kpop fics #kpop fluff #riize anton #riize seunghan #riize sohee #riize sungchan #riize shotaro #riize eunseok #riize wonbin #riize drabbles #riize scenarios #kpop drabbles

[pers-books]

Liz Truss’s bid to ban trans women from sports runs out of time after MPs discuss ferrets instead

Left: former PM Liz Truss. Right: two domesticated ferrets (names unknown) Getty/Wikimedia Commons

Former UK prime minister Liz Truss’s recent attempt to ban transgender women from female spaces ran out of time and will now not be debated after MPs joined forces to “talk it out” for five hours, including discussing ferret name choices.

Truss, the UK’s shortest-serving prime minister, sponsored the bill – entitled the Health and Equality Acts (Amendment) Bill – saying it would define sex in law as biological and, in her view, end the “absurd and dangerous situation where biological males self-defining as females can access girls’ and women’s toilets and so on – as well as sports competitions”. 

In recent months, Liz Truss has become increasingly vocal over trans issues and has aligned herself with hard-right groups and figures, even appearing at the Conservative Political Action Conference (CPAC) in the US state of Maryland last month, where she claimed that “trans activists” had infiltrated the UK’s civil service.

One of Liz Truss’s allies, Secretary of State for Trade Kemi Badenoch, slammed the “filibuster”, saying that Labour MPs had used parliamentary time to discuss ferret name choices instead of “protecting children.”

Champion said: “I am interested that my right hon. Friend is keenly mentioning ferrets at every opportunity that she can get in this debate, so let me just put it on record that my brother had a ferret called Oscar.” Eagle replied: “My hon. Friend now has that on the record. I do not really know what else to say about that, except that I am sure that Oscar brought her brother great joy.”

Conservative MP for North Devon Selaine Saxby also joined in the Animal Welfare debate after she was asked by Ms Eagle whether she had ever owned a ferret, “and if so, what was that ferret’s name?”

Saxby replied: “That is an excellent intervention. I will come to ferrets, but unfortunately I have not had the pleasure of one at home myself.”

At one point, the Animal Welfare debate segued into a discussion of the soap opera Coronation Street, with Labour MP for Chester Samantha Dixon saying: “Is my hon. Friend aware of a recent Coronation Street storyline on precisely this issue? It involved the indomitable Evelyn, who is, of course, played by Maureen Lipman, and covered the issues around puppy farming. It was a strong, educational storyline.”

A bill aimed at ban conversion therapy failed to move through Parliament on Friday 1 March for the same reasons, after a debate on it ran out of time: with anti-conversion therapy ban MPs, including gender-critical Labour MP Rosie Duffield and several Conservative MPs, similarly accused of ‘filibustering’.

Were it not too early in the morning for it, I'd be HOWLING with laughter at this!

Here's a suggestion - instead of hounding trans people, do something about the number of children being groomed online!

#Trans Rights are Human Rights #Fuck Liz Truss #UK Politics

[collinrobinsonsglasses]

hello!! im crumbling after learning that ofmd isnt being renewed and ive been dying for new frenchie x reader fics for months. I will take literally anything to heal my broken heart🙏

Frenchie x Reader (GN)

Masterlist

This is my first time writing a story centered around Frenchie, so I hope I did this sweet goof justice.

Summary: Frenchie comes up with a plan to get you out of work, and it ends with your first kiss.

Playing Hooky 

You had joined Stede Bonnet’s crew on The Revenge around the same time as everyone else, just before Blackbeard’s takeover. Captain Bonnet’s easygoing approach to piracy appealed to you, but the atmosphere drastically shifted when Izzy Hands took over as first mate. You preferred first mate Button’s quirky leadership on deck over Izzy’s constant yelling. As the crew stirred awake, preparing for the day, you sluggishly found your way to the galley, easing into your normal seat across from Frenchie. 

Frenchie greeted you with his usual broad, goofy grin and a wave, all the while engaged in a lively debate with Wee John. Frenchie was adamantly claiming that his friend had once encountered a siren, while Wee John countered that sirens weren’t real. Lately, spending time with Frenchie became the primary reason for you to leave your hammock and get to work each morning. Over the past few weeks sailing for Bonnet, you had developed quite a crush on him. It was hard not to, given his contagious energy, warm brown eyes, sweet nature, and lovely singing voice. He was undeniably handsome and always fun to be around. 

While engrossed in Frenchie’s animated discussion about the dangers and allure of Sirens with Wee John, you failed to notice Izzy Hand’s entrance into the galley. He swiftly began assigning tasks to the crew, designating you for lookout duty before departing as quickly as he came. Today, Frenchie was assigned to kitchen duty, and the thought of spending the day so far apart from him was disheartening. As Izzy left, you slouched over, letting out a sigh as your head rested on the table. Being the lookout had become a repetitive and utterly boring role for you this week. You found it both tedious and isolating. Izzy insisted you ascend to the foremast top to scan the horizon for other ships, but in reality, it often meant hours of staring into emptiness. 

“Well, that’s no good.” Frenchie sighed, prompting you to glance up. “This makes it the fourth time this week you’ve been on lookout.” 

“It is what it is,” you grumbled in response. A part of you was surprised that Frenchie had been keeping tabs on your ship duties, but you shrugged it off. 

“I say, lookout duty is for the birds.” Frenchie replied with a mischievous grin. “So you should play hooky with me instead.” 

Frenchie’s tempting proposal lingered in the air. You considered the ease with which he could slip away during kitchen duty, but a nagging feeling warned you that Izzy would notice your absence right away. 

“Izzy would catch me if I’m not at my post, Frenchie,” you chuckled. “How would that even work?” 

“I’m thrilled you asked,” Frenchie replied with a confident air. “Fortunately for you, I’m a master at the art of espionage.” 

“Good feckin’ luck with that, you two,” Wee John replied, abandoning the table and wanting no part in Frenchie’s antics for the day.

“Alright,” you replied, returning Frenchie’s eager smile. “I’m in.” 

As Frenchie outlined his plan to free you from lookout duty, you couldn’t shake the feeling that the odds of getting caught were almost certain. Yet, the idea of spending extra time with him today made it seem worth it. Following his instructions, you retrieved an extra set of your clothes and a hat from your belongings. 

On your way back to the galley, carrying your extra attire, you unexpectedly crossed paths with Roach. He nonchalantly twirled his meat cleaver while making his way to the kitchen. Engaging in casual conversation, Roach abruptly halted as he observed Frenchie lugging two large bags of flour and a cantaloupe from the nearby storage closet. 

“Now, wait one second,” Roach sang in a threatening tone, continuing to swing the meat cleaver in his hands. “What’s happening here?” 

You observed Frenchie’s face shift into panic as he held the bags of flour. “Oh, well, that’s a great question.” Frenchie stammered. “The captain, you know him, wanted some extra cushions for his cabin. So, I thought, why not these bags of flour?” 

“And the melon?” Roach prodded Frenchie, not sounding convinced. 

“The melon?” Frenchie questioned, momentarily forgetting it was still in his arms. “Oh, you know. He wanted a melon to eat while he sat on the cushion?” Frenchie replied unconvincingly. 

“We’re making a dummy that looks like me, so I can get out of lookout duty today,” you quickly interrupted Frenchie, sensing Roach wasn’t buying his story. 

“Oh nice. Why didn’t you say so?” Roach replied jovially, moving into the kitchen and sticking his knife into the wood of the counter. “Just bring that stuff back once you’re done.” 

“Yes sir.” you replied with a grin, before you and Frenchie headed off to his and Wee John’s room to craft your makeshift lookout dummy. 

You stuffed your spare clothes with the sacks of flour, carefully arranging the cantaloupe on top and capping it off with your hat. Stepping back, both of you surveyed your creation, with Frenchie biting his finger and tilting his head as if appreciating a work of art. 

“Is this what I look like?” you chuckled, examining the scarecrow-like figure before you. 

“Oh, lord no. A dummy could never capture your essence,” Frenchie replied with a bashful grin, causing your heart to flutter for a moment. 

“How the fuck are we going to hoist this up to the foremast without anyone seeing?” you suddenly questioned, once again doubting the feasibility of Frenchie’s plan. 

“Piece of cake,” Frenchie replied confidently. “I’ll whip up a distraction, get everyone’s attention, and give you time to sneak the dummy into place.” 

Crouched on the stairs leading up to the main deck, you and Frenchie had managed to haul the bags of flour, masquerading as you, up the stairs. Frenchie swiftly ascended to the deck, creating a commotion to divert everyone’s attention. From your vantage point, you observed him shouting to the crew and Izzy Hands about something in the water at the ship’s rear. Racing across the quarterdeck, Frenchie reached the poop deck, peering over the edge. Suddenly, the ship lurched, caught in an unexpected wind, causing Frenchie to lose his balance and, with a large splash, disappear overboard. 

Your mouth fell open in astonishment, unsure if this was part of Frenchie’s planned distraction or an accidental plunge. Regardless, the unexpected loss of Frenchie at sea triggered chaos on the deck. Most of the crew rushed to the ship’s rear, where Frenchie was standing moments before. Seizing the opportunity, you sprinted to the foremast and began scaling it with the dummy slung over your shoulder and the cantaloupe tucked under your arm. Wee John, seemingly unfazed by Frenchie’s abrupt departure overboard, chuckled at the spectacle of you ascending the rigging above him. Amused, he made no effort to draw attention to your climb. 

Reaching the platform, you arranged your doppleganger, having it lean against the mast’s railing. Securing the dummy in place with a length of rope around the wooden beam, you hastily tucked the melon into the neck opening of your clothes and placed your hat on top. There was no time to check how realistic it looked from below deck, instead you hurriedly retreated to the galley, your agreed-upon meeting spot, as the crew worked to fish Frenchie from the sea. 

A short while later, Frenchie found you in the galley. He was wearing a knitted sweater, which you assumed Wee John had made for him at some point, along with dry pants. 

Upon spotting you, Frenchie triumphantly lifted his arms, clearly relishing the success of his plan. 

“Master of Espionage,” he declared, his grin widening as his hands remained raised in the air. 

You hopped onto the kitchen counter with a chuckle. “Was it part of your grand plan to fall into the ocean, great master?” you teased. 

Frenchie grabbed an orange from the counter, likely an extra that Roach hadn’t used for breakfast, and began peeling it. 

“Not initially. That’s the beauty of being a master, babe,” he replied coolly. “Plans just come to you suddenly.” 

After peeling the orange, he handed you the other half with a genuine smile, lifting his portion for a toast. “Cheers, my dears,” he whispered. 

You were convinced that Frenchie’s plan had really changed the moment he hit the water, but his confident demeanor did have a certain charm. You both finished off your halves of the orange, placing bets on how long it would take for Izzy to realize your absence. laughter ensued as you marveled at how absurd this day had been so far. 

The peaceful camaraderie in the kitchen was abruptly interrupted by the furious shouts of Izzy Hands calling your name. Frenchie seized your hand, swiftly guiding you to the pantry in the galley, where you both concealed yourselves. The echoing stomps of Izzy’s boots resonated near you, prompting you to stifle quiet laughter. Frenchie placed his hand over your mouth, setting off a shared fit of laughter, and in response, your hand covered his mouth. 

When the echoes of Izzy’s boots faded in a different direction, you both removed your hands. “I’m absolutely fucked.” you laughed. 

As your gaze returned to Frenchie, you caught him looking down at your lips before his eyes swiftly met yours again. The confined intimacy of the small pantry suddenly became palpable, and you sensed the mood shifting. Frenchie leaned in, and his lips gently met yours. They felt soft, carrying a lingering sweetness from the orange you both had shared just moments before. Hesitantly, he leaned away after the kiss, meeting your eyes once more with a shy smile, seemingly trying to gauge your reaction. 

“Frenchie, you kissed me,” you whispered, a soft smile playing on your lips. 

“I couldn’t help it,” he whispered back. 

This time, you took the initiative, leaning in for another kiss. Wrapping your arms around him in his warm sweater, you drew him closer. The fear of Izzy Hands faded away as you both lost yourselves in the sweet, stolen moment. 

The pantry door swung open abruptly, revealing Izzy, red with anger, brandishing a cantaloupe. 

“What the fuck is this?” Izzy spat at the two of them. 

“A cantaloupe,” you replied, causing Izzy’s face to scrunch even more with rage. 

“I thought Mr. Spriggs was the only seductress on board, but I guess I was wrong,” Izzy continued. “This little trick has earned you barnacle duty for the rest of the day.” With that, Izzy quickly turned to leave, dropping the cantaloupe onto the ground. 

Frenchie shot you an apologetic look, but you responded with a giant grin. “Totally worth it,” you said, giving him one more quick kiss before following Izzy. 

“Go, Frenchie,” you heard him whisper to himself when he thought you were out of earshot, causing a smile to creep across your face. 

“Go, Frenchie,” you repeated quietly to yourself as you made your way to the deck.

#frenchie x reader #Frenchie ofmd #Frenchie #our flag means death #ofmd #ofmd fanfic #ofmd x reader #frenchie ofmd x reader

[violetduchess]

Attention

Summary: How the demon brothers fight for your attention.

Character(s): The demon brothers

Prompt: As you navigate the Devildom, you find yourself caught in the middle of the Demon Brothers' affections. Each one has their unique way of expressing their feelings, but in the end, their love for you is undeniable. While their approaches might differ, their ultimate goal is the same: to win your heart and cherish you as their own.

1. Asmodeus, the Envious: Asmodeus, being the demon of lust and desire, would certainly make his intentions clear from the start. He'd shower you with compliments and affectionate gestures, always vying for your attention. He'd show off his stylish outfits and impeccable grooming skills, making sure to look his best whenever you're around. Asmodeus would go the extra mile to make you feel special, constantly seeking ways to sweep you off your feet.

2. Mammon, the Greedy: Mammon, the Avatar of Greed, would use his natural competitiveness to win your affection. He'd shower you with gifts and lavish attention, always trying to outdo his brothers. Mammon would brag about his treasures and boast of his exploits to impress you. He'd take you on exciting adventures and show you the best that the Devildom has to offer, hoping to capture your heart with his charm and generosity.

3. Leviathan, the Envious: Leviathan, the Avatar of Envy, might have a more shy and subtle approach to win your affection. He'd spend countless hours researching your interests and hobbies, trying to find common ground. He'd invite you to play video games or watch anime together, creating a shared bond. Leviathan would open up about his passions and vulnerabilities, hoping to connect with you on a deeper level. He might get flustered and blush whenever you compliment his gaming skills or show genuine interest in his world.

4. Satan, the Wrathful: Satan, the Avatar of Wrath, would initially come across as standoffish and reserved. He'd find solace in his books and spend most of his time in the library, but he'd secretly keep an eye on you. Satan's love language would be intellectual discussions and debates, engaging your mind with his vast knowledge. He'd challenge your perspectives and enjoy spirited conversations. Over time, he'd reveal his softer side, showing you his love for animals and his gentle nature.

5. Beelzebub, the Gluttonous: Beelzebub, the Avatar of Gluttony, might not be the most obvious contender for your affection, but he'd use his kind-hearted nature to win you over. Beelzebub would cook delicious meals and bake sweet treats for you, making sure your stomach is always full. He'd love going on food adventures together, trying out different restaurants and exploring various cuisines. Beelzebub's loyalty and protective instincts would shine through, always being there to lend a helping hand or a listening ear.

6. Belphegor, the Slothful: Belphegor, the Avatar of Sloth, would take a more laid-back approach to win your affection. He'd enjoy spending lazy afternoons with you, lying in bed and sharing comfortable silence. Belphegor might surprise you with spontaneous acts of kindness, like leaving cute notes or small gifts for you to find. He'd appreciate your company and the calming effect you have on his restless soul.

7. Lucifer, the Prideful: Lucifer, the Avatar of Pride, would approach the competition for your affection with a calm and composed demeanor. He values elegance and sophistication, and he'd make sure to showcase his refined qualities. Lucifer would take you to high-class events and engage you in stimulating conversations about politics, literature, and art. He'd offer guidance and support, always striving to bring out the best in you. Though he may seem distant at times, his actions would speak volumes, as he'd go to great lengths to protect and care for you.

All rights reserved @violetduchess. All works of fanfiction belong to me, please do not copy, translate or repost any works without my express permission. Thank you.~☆

#lucifer x reader #obey me lucifer x reader #mammon x reader #mammon x mc #leviathan x reader #om! leviathan #satan x reader #obey me satan #asmodeus x reader #xreader #beelzebub x reader #belphagor x reader #mammon headcanon #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphagor

[vitaminseetarot]

New Moon PAC: What Seed Are You Sowing? 🌑🌱🌷

The New Moon is upon us, and it's time for us to plant new intentions for the next coming cycle. The sun is soon changing over into Virgo to tidy up summer's loose ends. Corn is being reaped. Yard sales abound. A new school year is approaching for many students. This is a time when things settle into the average and ordinary, at least until the full blue moon in Pisces is here, which will balance our cerebral productivity out with time for sensitive introspection.

This simple PAC will give you hints as to what seed you may already be sowing for your next lunar harvest, as well as suggestions on how to balance the "soil" it's planted in. Pick any one of the three produce cards from the Garden Variety oracle deck below and I'll see you at your reading!

(divider provided by @saradika)

Pile 1:

Onion (Complexity); Gemini Rising (Socialize); 37 Thistle (Dawn); Octopus; 4 Pentacles, 10 Cups, 8 Swords

"I sow deep, stable, healthy social connections. I must be confrontational instead of evasive."

Pile 1, I can see that your intention for this new moon is very focused on reconciling an old attitude involving new social contacts. Perhaps your manifestation involves parties, study groups, finding like-minded people online to chat with? In any case, you're not just seeking friends for the sake of having some random people to hang out with every now and then (although those kind of fair-weather friends can be just as great, it's a matter of being honest about it). You're currently seeking a kind of friendship of a deeper level. The person with whom you can have the "My Dinner With André" kind of conversations, long hours spent over cups of coffee. I'm even wistfully thinking about the kind of chance encounters you have with somebody interesting at a library, where there's a thrill to having intense conversations in whispers, or having somber debates in otherwise casual settings like cafés. It's a dreamy social encounter.

On the other hand, though, it seems like your mindset of socializing is fraught with the trappings of materialism and social niceties. Many people out there don't like that so many mornings begin with exchanges like "how are you?" or "weather's lookin' gray, eh?" or "I heard the LOL stocks are up this fiscal quarter". But that's how our system is structured right now. It takes a lot of effort and courage to bend beyond identifying with something other than work and safe topics in order to find social connection these days. Don't blame or kick yourself for struggling with this. It gets trickier the older we get.

Thistle is asking you to not avoid confrontation when it comes to meeting other people who might end up becoming a friend someday. No, I'm not talking about being ready for fistfights at any given chance. Be willing to be honest about the things with which you wish to connect with people. Don't assume you always have to pick the road of avoiding difficult topics to bond over simple things instead, like cars for example. The kind of friends you can welcome into your life will be the kind of people who want to hear what you have to say on the matters you care about AND like cars. You can be secure in knowing they share the same values as you. The best kind of friends will lend out an ear, a hand, or a heart to you when you need one, and judging by the energy in your cards, you have what's in you to lend to your future friends in the same way.

Octopus is also here to remind you about emotional boundaries, that of your own and others. It's a silent and sensitive animal of water because what it teaches almost goes without saying. But it still wants to give you a reminder. Maintaining them is important as well as respecting that of others. If someone respectfully comes to you to resolve a difficult conversation, or asking to avoid discussing something for personal reasons, it is honoring their space to respect that request, and vise versa.

Pile 2:

Strawberry (Affection); Taurus Moon (Relax); 17 Bluebell (Dusk); Crocodile; XIV Temperance, 9 Pentacles Rx, 10 Wands

"I sow quality time to relax in between my busy schedule. I must be kind to myself and allow myself this space."

Pile 2, maybe you're just looking for a spa day? I don't think just one, either. You seem like a sweet and caring person who's stretched themselves to the max here. All the worse when it seems like there's no time to really indulge in what you love most. Your reading is crystal. You're sowing the chance to truly, deeply, madly lay back and indulge. Not even indulge like eating a bunch of sweets or watching silly sitcoms (trying to compare my Taurus sun to Taurus moon here, the energies are quite different!). Just indulge as in "laying in one place while hearing birds chirp for hours". And it really seems depressing that it's even being thought about as an indulgence here. Simply laying back and enjoying nature is… human.

Perhaps, however, you're in the thick of finishing some big project before a deadline. The 10 of wands is carrying a lot, but with this card it's hinted that this carrying is completely necessary. If it's not a project, it's just something you can't immediately get away from in order to find this quiet time, like a crying baby or an important class in school. Maybe it's something where you feel like you have to do it all on your own. And maybe it's not the wisest choice to drop everything at the slightest chance and quit, but you've been feeling the urge to do so. What to do when you must push through and don't know when relief will arrive?

You're sowing opportunities for help to reach out to you, so that you may find the needed time to sit back and rest for a while. You must pace yourself with what you're doing and avoid burn out. To do this, you have to find a way to be kinder to yourself and know when enough is finally enough. Taking a break is not the same as giving up, or evading work. It's putting yourself in the position to be ready to tackle the next big thing. And if only this world we live in could calmly accept that we were not meant to work like robotic superheroes, and be more mindful of the body's cycles! Remember that you deserve to have time to rest and enjoy your life!

You can start with baby steps. Take five minutes a day to find a quiet place to meditate or simply close your eyes and breathe. Find new ways to add "pause" moments in your day where you stop to notice a bird, or stare out into the distance to comb out unneeded frenetic thoughts. Once you find these moments to center yourself, it gets easier over time to pace your energy throughout the day. Also don't be afraid of asking for guidance or for someone to come help. To use my life as a quick example, I'm often nervous to ask others to help me watch my pets while I'm away from home, but the reward for asking is huge. It beats being stuck at home with neverending duties for sure! In a weird way, your help may also personally benefit by aiding you. Remind yourself that there is more help abundant out there than you may first think.

Pile 3:

Zucchini (Versatility); Aries Sun (Assert); 24 Basil (Dawn); Turtle; 6 Pentacles, IX Hermit, Knight of Swords

"I sow a healthy exchange of generosity and mutual support. I must honor both my assertiveness and amicability to move ahead."

Yo pile 3, you should know that twice when I shuffled the tarot cards, a whole stack of cards flipped out of the deck at once. I picked out the first cards I saw, the 6 of pentacles and knight of swords, but I kept thinking "whoah there! Take it easy, I don't need all these cards for the whole story." My goodness, you must be in the mood to talk about something. What's got you all riled up? Your cards are like a whirlwind and I have to stop, takes breaks, and rewrite these words in order to collect my thoughts. You must have a lot going on all at once. Let me try to synthesize this energy as much as I can.

One of the first things I noticed about your pile were the orange stripes. They're featured on the Aries cat, Basil, and Turtle. I'm hearing something about "earning your stripes". You're sowing the chance to boldly head out and elevate yourself by embarking on the next chapter in your life. This could involve actual moving, or a major structural shift in how you work and relate. You are seeking a sense of true independence, and traveling seems to be the keystone energy that motivates that feeling. You want to charge ahead without looking back. The 6 of pentacles contains a secret though: none of us on planet Earth are truly independent of one another. We all contribute to each other's time and resource in some way. The way for us to create that sense of independence is by acknowledging that we do it by giving it back again and again.

You are being advised to stand up for yourself, and standing on your own two feet is great, but be open to receive help that other people may offer you, as much as you would do the same. There may be a person in your life, like a colleague, who can offer you advice on how to navigate your situation before you dive in. This could be a position where you're able to mutually help each other out with the same goal. Don't think you have to go it alone. Being adaptable to input could yield more opportunities for you to eventually strike it out on your own. It's a bit of a paradox here, but people are always going to like working with someone who's able to listen and speak out with equal fervor. The idea that true leaders can ignore what other people have to say has resulted in … not so great events in the past. The best leaders are the humble ones who don't constantly shut themselves away in an ivory tower but instead step out and offer help in times of need.

Find ways to ground yourself. It's not the same as settling for less. Your cards make me think of that one random quotememething that gets repeated everywhere despite me not remembering where it's from: It's saying, "Let's just, like, GO, man, we can just up and go, like, anywhere right now, bro." You've got a bit of itchy feet and you're looking to try out something new, maybe go somewhere new. You're at a point in your life where you can more easily absorb spiritual wisdom by staying on-the-go rather than settling for the same-old-same-old. If you wish to truly benefit from your traveling, however, it is often wise to stop for a spell and share stories with the locals. Share some food and connection. Spend time really taking in and learning from one place at a time. You'll have the time you need to go where you want to go and do what you want to do. Remember to enjoy the trip.

Pile 4:

Lime (Relaxation); Libra Moon (Sympathize); 12 Pimpernel (Dawn); Camel; 4 Cups, Ace Swords, 6 Cups

"I sow the chance to rekindle my childhood passions through gratitude. I must be more decisive about my future path."

Dear pile 4, there's a contrast between the soft heartfelt green and pink in your cards and with the gray foggy feeling I channeled. There's a fog moving through, it may be temporary but it's thick. Understanding and friendly you may be, but currently you could be struggling with staying on your own course. There seem to be a lot of other "voices" jumping in, like you're juggling between too many ideas and opinions that aren't yours and it's fogging intuition. You may be feeling lost as to where to go next in life. It may be easier for you to go with the flow than enact serious change at this time. But should any change come your way, it can only be facilitated by properly expressing your emotions and getting in touch with what you truly want for yourself. You're looking to bring passion and beauty back into your experiences.

You're sowing a spark of inspiration that brings you simple, unbounded joy with your creative passions again. It could be art, an old card collection, an arcade game, a hobby you used to enjoy, etc. The color is gradually coming back to your world. You're getting back in touch with your more childlike nature to reclaim your energy, finding the key to your path through these old joys. Nostalgia is like practicing gratitude for what we've been given in the past. Your energy will flourish through reuniting with what made your heart sing. Tapping into what you used to love will help guide your direction. It will also serve to decompress stuck emotions. You're balancing subtle yet turbulent emotions with warm clarity. You're undergoing a long journey for which warm and cold feelings must be brought to balance, as the Camel teaches. This way you don't exhaust your energy too soon before you've even taken the first step.

Being genuinely sad about what used to be in our life is just as healthy a nostalgic expression as finding joy in it. There can be just as much creative power in the deep feeling of impermanence and change. And to balance this energy, you must be willing to embrace both sides, both feelings at once, to allow your intuitive creativity to be fully released. I hear there is potentially a great idea or unexpected "eureka" moment through spending time in old passions where it all comes together. Have you ever gone back to watch a movie years later and upon watching again, pick up completely new and unique insights about a current dilemma? This is part of what you are sowing for this month. You might even go, "wow, I hadn't noticed or thought of it that way before!"

Before I finished your pile I was asked to go on a walk before sundown and it ended up being a very long and peaceful one. I used my intuition and gauged my comfort levels before choosing a path to walk down. I slowed down only when I became aware of how fast I was going so to notice the world around me. This is what you're learning to do this month, pile 4. You're able to pace yourself and take in your surroundings, unfettered by which direction is the 'correct' one to take. You're picking up cool rocks and pointing out large blue butterflies on the way. You're enjoying the journey for the journey itself. When you feel like life is going a little too fast, sometimes going back to what is familiar can help calibrate our senses. Let this month be a walk in the park for you.

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2023, @VitaminseeTarot ™

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[theamityelf]

Uh, I remember you have an AU where Makoto became Hope Tutor for Izuru. Can I asked more detail about it?

Gah, this is my first time doing this I don't know how to ask properly

That's totally fine; you're doing great!

Boy, "hope tutor AU" is definitely what I should have tagged this as, lol. Well, let's see.

First thing is, the AU isn't anime-compliant and might not be compliant with most other supplemental materials, since most of my Danganronpa fan works are based mostly on game canon.

In order for Makoto to have been identified as someone suited to the task of making Izuru come across as more personable and inspiring, he must have earned the faculty's notice in that regard. Which means this could cross over with the debate club AU (seeing as that's a good way for them to have seen him flourish in public speaking), but also it's not all that important to go into when exactly he earned their notice.

I'm thinking Makoto just walks into homeroom one morning and his teacher tells him that the headmaster has asked for him in some other room. He goes to that other room, and a couple of guys in suits are like "Makoto Naegi, the Academy has an important task for you. Should any details of this conversation be told to anyone outside this room, you will face consequences far more severe than expulsion."

Makoto is just like "U-Uh, okay. Are you sure you have the right person for whatever this is?"

They say something like, "Believe me, we're as surprised as you are."

Maybe they have Jin Kirigiri come in to cut the tension, like, "Hey, these guys are pretty intimidating, but really we just need you to help out with this great project we're working on."

And Makoto goes, "Oh, sure, I'd love to help."

And they take him down to the labs- not quite to Kamukura's room, but to a secondary room where Kamukura has also been taken. (Maybe Makoto's blindfolded on the way there.)

He's just left in an almost featureless room to sit across a table from Izuru, who's just Kubrick Staring him through his hair.

"Hi, I'm Makoto Naegi," he says nervously.

Eyes like rubies stare him down.

"They, uh...The guys who brought me here didn't really tell me what I was supposed to be doing. Just that I should come and meet you, and that you would take care of the rest. What's your name? I don't think I've seen you around here, but you look like you're around my age. I wasn't expecting that."

The person seated across from him straightens, raising his chin in a way that almost reminds him of Byakuya, but devoid of any of the fire or ice that usually sits behind Byakuya's eyes. And the stranger still doesn't say anything. (Probably. It would be kind of funny if Izuru went, "What else about my appearance didn't you expect?" and just generally probed at Makoto's words to make him flounder.)

Makoto waits for at least a minute before breaking the silence again, "Sorry, if there's something I'm supposed to be saying or doing, I don't know what it is."

Eventually (either right then or after more false starts), Izuru says, "Makoto Naegi, Ultimate Lucky Student from Hope's Peak's 78th class. You're here so that I can learn you."

"Learn me?"

"Yes. The faculty has assessed that, in terms of general likability and ability to sway people, you're the student who has the most to teach me. Unfortunately, I haven't found anything in your disposition worth emulating in the past few minutes." And actually, I am going to cross this over with the debate club AU, just because I like the idea of Izuru having already been shown footage of Makoto's debate wins before they met. "I've seen the footage of you in debate club. Is this how you are normally?"

"Well, yes. Pretty much."

"That explains why everyone looks surprised when they see you in debate club."

Makoto laughs nervously. "Looks like you've learned me already." Am I allowed to leave now?

"Not yet. Your contradictions are...almost interesting."

I like the idea of the scientists and teachers allotting Izuru an hour or so with Makoto pretty much anytime he wants it, because it means that when his (for lack of a better word) "use" for Makoto goes from pragmatic interest to subjective fascination to just enjoyment of being around him, he'll have people going "Are you sure you still need to talk to Naegi?" And he'll still be saying, "Yes. Bring him here."

And I like the idea that he can do this at pretty much any time, so he can pull Makoto out of any class, lunch, whatever. Maybe one day he's looking at the school's security cameras and sees that Makoto is having a good time alone with Sayaka and he sends for him then, just to separate them. And he wonders why he felt the need to do that, and that's when he realizes that he likes Makoto.

And then it's like, Oh, they were right. Even I like him.

#ratatouille kamuegi au #hope's peak debate club au #danganronpa #kamuegi #izuru kamukura #makoto naegi

[wisteriagoesvroom]

unnecessarily specific college!au f1 driver headcanons, part 3. professors edition!

(if you want to start from the beginning: part 1, the undergrads, here and part 2, more undergrad headcanons.)

alonso

- major: archaeology (never graduated)

- left school in the final year to be a skydiving instructor and then went on a site dig in Central America in the early 2000s

- there’s a plaque with his name on campus because he’s climbed like 4 of the world’s highest mountains, gone in a submarine into the Mariana Trench, and discovered at least one new species along the way

- other claim to fame is being in the national newspaper’s crossword at the age of 23

- notorious for breaking the rules when on expeditions and skirting the line of safety but gets away with it because he’s a big name in the field and brings investment to his (sort of) alma mater

- appears once on campus to give an inspirational talk. doesn’t rehearse, switches it to a q&a format at the last minute, people enjoy it anyway (because it’s not rehearsed). George tries to strike up a conversation with him afterwards and Alonso just pawns him off to his PA

- wears a different coloured bandana to every dig/hike/expedition. hates closed toe shoes.

vettel

- teaches: molecular structures in microbiology

- precise prof and a tough grader, but nice

- came over a competing college several years ago. people from that college say he was a demon and a notorious asshole when he taught there, but he doesn’t seem that way now.

- lando starts a betting pool about when Vettel will have a proper meltdown (it happens not when lando suspends the prof’s hole punch in a cube of jelly. it actually happens when charles and him cannot see eye-to-eye about the future of ocean conservation)

- wears ties with animals and insects on them. his favourite one is a gift from charles when charles graduates, it has bumblebees and his initials SV on it.

- alex digs up an article one day and everyone gawks at it because prof seb won some cross-continent European woodworking competition when he was 15

- nobody knows if he’s dating anyone, only to find out on the last week of second year that he’d eloped

hamilton

- teaches: philosophy of ethical economics

- has done several ted talks and is often invited to international forums with world leaders (like the WEF, Bloomberg Sustainable Investment Forum etc)

- there’s a student GC trying to predict what his hairstyles will be like every month, usually with 50% accuracy

- one of the first profs to pioneer public access to the private university via open university modules; definitely has a tie up going on with EdX or similar

- people think max will be the one to piss him off in seminars but it’s actually george who has deeply different opinions to prof hamilton on the issues of land tax

- famous for his induction / opening year classes which involve all students standing on their chairs in a circle and chanting an invocation until they can state the colours of their auras. it’s bizarre and somehow it works

- his TAs are the coolest people ever

- somehow fits a 36 hour day into 24 hours

- his spotify wrapped includes the hamilton soundtrack, britney, 90s rap, and Tibetan gong soundscapes on his 10 most listened of the year

- his favourite word is mobius. only him and nico know that this used to be their safeword.

rosberg

- taught: political economy

- former prof who went into industry and is now a venture capitalist

- used to be super close friends (“close” “friends”) with Hamilton. they went to the same prep school, rushed at the same finals club, were famous via the university debate team for their immaculate takedowns of other teams including a legendary debate final in their late 2000s student years

- had a massive falling out when rosberg decided to pursue a career instead of staying in academia

- feels a deep connection to andrew garfield’s portrayal of eduardo saverin

- similar to carla, dad’s name is also on a lecture hall, but nico had much more of an inferiority complex about it

- prof wolff once told him “i don’t see your future here ever surpassing prof hamilton’s”. Nico rage-quit once he had an offer from a VC firm and now Nico spends every other media interview subtly making digs about this

- somehow still lives in the same apartment complex as lewis though he drives a much better car now (a benz GTC roadster)

#f1 rpf #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #formula 1 fanfic #lewis hamilton #nico rosberg #sebastian vettel #fernando alonso #brocedes #yes i spent too long thinking about this #but what else is tumblr for #wisteriahcs

[joshanniesworld]

Seventeen as your besties

95 96 97 line

jun

babysitting at its finest

that one weird friend that’s actually so sweet

does napping count as quality time?

always taking pics of the food when you go out to eat

texting even though you’re in the same room

looking at each other like 👀 and knowing what the other is thinking when you see or hear something

you probably get together with the performance team and play Just Dance

Random conversations that make you question your whole existence

visits to cat cafes

hoshi

chaos

the friend you either love to death or want to beat the shit out of

but in a “you’re so annoying,” yet I love you kind of friend

infinite horanghaes

also babysitting at its finest

taking pictures of him for ig

honestly, the type of friendship that leaves you with pain in your tummy because you laugh too much

basically, a younger brother doesn’t matter if he’s younger

making you dance to some random TikTok dance he saw

wonwoo

gaming buddies

y’all definitely spend a lot of time gaming and eating ramen

probably super chill

takes a while to open up but is actually a cinnamon roll

watching movies at ungodly hours

convenience store trips

he’s the type of friend you somehow end up taking care of

also visits to cat cafes

book recommendations

woozi

dude is basically a vampire

he’s a workaholic and a gym addict

good luck trying to hang out with him

you’ll probably sneak into the studio or be forced to go to the gym

you either drink water religiously and constantly tell him to do the same, or you drink too much zero coke like him

watching anime and endless debates over which was the best

would lowkey write a song about your friendship but deny it

#svt scenarios #seventeen woozi #seventeen x reader #hoshi #kwon soonyoung #lee jihoon #seventeen imagines #jeon wonwoo #seventeen wonwoo #seventeen jun #wen junhui #junhui

[cyborg-franky]

A day in the life of Benn

Part of a trade with @softcenteregg I hope you like and it cheers you up a little <3

Benn Headcanons Sfw WC: 420

Benn’s daily routine starts with getting up, taking a moment to asses his life and his life choices before laying back against the headrest and having his first cigarette of the day while he processes his mental to-do list.

Breakfast consists of whatever the cook has prepared, a coffee, extra strong and black, and a breakfast cigarette.

After downing his body weight in coffee he’s mentally prepared for going to see his captain and ask what the brand-new day holds.

An hour meeting turns into two as Shanks starts to veer off topic, already starting his own day with a cup of coffee that Benn is sure is 85% booze or at least coffee-flavoured rum.

Lunchtime, more coffee, another cigarette, watching as everyone throws things around and yells conversation across the table as he sits next to Shanks and listens to his animated chatter.

The afternoon includes cleaning his guns, inside and out. A cigarette between his lips which Hongo snatches and tosses overboard, trying to convince him that he needs to cut down, Benn agrees. 

Gets out another as soon as the doctor is gone and carries on cleaning his guns, talking to them and telling them how pretty they are.

The only intelligent conversation he’s had today he muses as he heard his name shouted.

Shanks is very capable until it comes to map reading which Benn has to help, they chart their passage and Shanks once again talks his ear off while attached to a bottle of wine, saying something about how Benn should knock off early from his duties and have a drink.

He does not.

Dinner time, small meal, another cigarette as he goes to his happy place as madness happens around the table and he briefly wonders if the red force even has an adult table as drinks get spilled and grown men sob over spilled booze.

Benn debates if it’s time to make Shanks take a nap as he feels his captain leaning on him, slurring and mumbling about something fantastical.

Nightwatch comes around, his favorite duty. He loves to stand in the high-up crows nest, him and a book, the stars above and a feeling of peace has settled over the ship watching the ocean and its gentle waves.

Benn reads page after page, a book a night at the rate he goes. 

But after a day of being busy, of the loud crew, and the joyous ruckus he feels it’s sometimes too quiet.

He enjoys it when a random crewmate with a bought of insomnia decides to keep him company.

#one piece #one piece ben #one piece benn #op benn #op ben #red force #shanks #red haired shanks #hongo #hongo op #shanks op #benn beckman #ben beckham #sfw #headcanons

[k-evans-reads]

In Living Color

Chapter 18

Summary: When Natalie Marton, lead character designer for Buzz Lightyear, meets the voice of Buzz, Chris Evans, the sparks are undeniable. But when their work pushes them away from each other, both physically and emotionally, will the sheer differences between their worlds be enough to force them apart?

Pairing: Chris Evans x Pixar Animator OFC Natalie Marton

Word Count: 2,618

By: @k-evans-writes and @ourfinest-hour

We do NOT give permission for our works to be reuploaded, translated, or reposted on any other site. Our work is our own.

Warnings: None.

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January 7th, 2022 

‘Can you call me when you have time? I need to talk to you.’ 

Chris’ brows furrowed as he saw Nat’s notification pop up on his laptop, leaving him with little to go off of as the simple message disappeared just as quickly as it’d appeared. He frowned as he thought over the message, hands itching to at least text her back, but before he could, Mark joined the Zoom call, his smiling face doing little to distract Chris as they prepped for the quick call with the others involved with the project. 

Nat’s text lingered in his mind throughout the whole call, never leaving the forefront of his focus even as they planned out the next several months’ worth of interviews for the website.  He’d only been back in Boston for a few days, having gone back to Los Angeles for a few days with their whole group after skiing in Washington over the last chunk of the holiday. Chris had planned on staying in Los Angeles a bit longer, but he had quickly found out that Nat’s suggestion had proved to be a good one when he realized just how busy she was with two projects overlapping at once. 

What had been a manageable schedule for her in the summer and fall, allowing them to spend nearly every evening and weekend together interruption-free, had been spun on its head. Nat was in her office from early in the morning to late at night, barely pulling her attention off of work long enough to text Chris that she was too swamped to come over for dinner or make game night, and what little time they got with each other during the week was then reduced to only a quick kiss before bed, if he was lucky. Her point was true, that him being there would only stress her out more and force her to sacrifice something to make his presence worthwhile, and so with that in mind, he packed himself and Dodger back up and took a flight home the previous day. 

But now with that ominous text looming in his mind, he couldn’t help but let his anxiety spiral, wondering what it could possibly mean. He hoped that it was just Nat feeling stressed and needing to process it or her asking when he was coming back to Los Angeles, but he knew deep down that it was something else otherwise she wouldn’t have asked to have this conversation over the phone versus just texting him about it as it popped in her brain…. Especially in the middle of her hectic work day. The minute his meeting was over and his laptop closed, he sat there for a long moment, debating on whether it was better to put off whatever bad news this would be until later or if he should just get it over with. 

After a nervous few minutes, he grabbed his phone and clicked on her name, his leg anxiously bouncing as he sat at the table waiting for her to pick up before he directly asked, “Hey, what’s up?” 

“Is this a good time? Like do you have a few minutes?” She asked Chris, her voice a bit distracted as she moved around on the other end of the call. 

“Yeah I just finished my meeting,” he assured her, his brows furrowed as he listened and heard a door shut on her end. “What’s going on, Nat?” 

She hesitated, quiet for a moment before she began, “I just um, I wanted to talk about Palm Springs…” 

Chris stared up at the ceiling above him, eyes moving over the smooth white paint on it. He had a sinking feeling inside of him, one that had settled in his stomach nearly an hour and a half ago when she’d texted him. “...You can’t go, can you?” He asked her, voice low and soft. 

“I technically can but I just don’t see how I’m going to be able to,” Nat confessed, apologetic as Chris’ lips downturned and he listened to her explanation. “That week is the official last week of Lightyear and then I also have meetings with the higher ups for Inside Out so it’s going to be really busy already let alone with me taking off on Wednesday afternoon to go to Palm Springs.” 

Although Chris knew where this was headed from the first moment she mentioned Palm Springs, it didn’t take away the sting of disappointment. He had been looking forward to the little getaway with Nat, just the two of them, before he was launched into thousands of miles separating them as he went from filming to press and then more filming for the rest of the year. It'd been planned from the moment he'd gotten his filming schedule for the early part of the year and had seen that the first week started on Valentine's Day. He and Nat were looking forward to hiding away from the world to celebrate the holiday early together, just before work pulled them apart. That was going to be their last bit of quality time together, not a thing in the world distracting them before he had to leave and now it was taken away. 

The line was quiet for a moment before Nat’s tentative voice asked, “Chris? Are you upset?” 

“No, of course not,” he rushed to reassure her. He was dismayed of course by the change in plans, and upset that they wouldn’t get that time just to themselves, but he knew Nat was needed in Los Angeles… maybe a little too much. “I mean, sure I’m disappointed but I understand.” 

“This is just crazy right now with both projects overlapping,” she admitted to him, and he could hear her on the other end of the line as she began typing at her computer, a chiming notification sounding to alert her to a new email. 

“Nat, if I’m bein’ honest, I’m a little worried about you,” Chris began delicately. He knew she’d been working almost non-stop since Monday, only leaving to eat whatever cold leftovers Chris had packaged away for her from what was supposed to be a shared dinner, then to fall into bed and repeat the cycle the following day. And if he was being honest, he wasn’t even sure she’d done any of that the previous night while he and Dodger flew home. He had no way to know if she’d eaten, or gotten a solid night’s sleep, or if she’d drank enough water and wasn’t surviving off of over-caffeinated cups of cold brew. It wasn’t sustainable, and his concern was evident as he asked, “Are you doing alright with all of this?” 

“I’m fine,” she brushed off the concern, her voice sounding distant as she continued typing. Chris pushed Dodger’s wet nose off of his lap as he listened to Nat dismissively explain, “It’s just until mid February, and then things will be better.” 

But his frown grew deeper as he listened to her, not seeing an end to this workload. She was moving from one project to the next, one with a lot more moving parts than this, including the initial stages. “Are you going to be able to make it until then, though? That’s a long time,” he tried to tell her. 

“I can handle it, I know how to do my job,” she defensively shut him down, her words sending alarm signals to Chris’ brain. He knew that. He knew she was amazing at what she did, but she was to a fault. And all of this career-driven stress and running on empty was the exact opposite of what she’d shared as her goal the previous month, wanting to give herself more time outside of the Disney Campus to dedicate to self-care, to fill her bucket by creating more outside of work. But now she was barely even stepping foot outside of her own office, let alone having time to develop her own creative passions and delve more into her own personal wants. 

“I know you do… that didn’t come out the way I wanted it to,” Chris sighed, running a hand through his hair. His eyes watched Dodger as the dog looked out the window at the large yard and the sunset before he made his way over to his bed and laid down. Chris’ voice was quiet as he admitted to her, “I’m just concerned about these long hours.” 

“It sucks, but it’s temporary so I can do it,” Nat stubbornly insisted. She sighed deeply before he heard her computer chime with another email’s arrival. “It’s been a big deal for me to be the lead character designer for Buzz and now for Inside Out so I don’t want to throw that away in this final stretch.” 

“I get that, I just love you and I get worried about you, ya know,” Chris shrugged, feeling helpless all the way out in Massachusetts as she ran herself ragged back in California. 

“I know you do and it means a lot to me,” she assured him, her voice sounding much more honest than it had only moments ago. She sighed, hesitating before she murmured, “I’m just sorry about Palm Springs.” 

“It’s okay Nattie, don’t stress about it,” Chris reassured her. He knew she felt awful, canceling the trip that’d been her birthday present from him, but he knew she had to look out for herself. Having that pressure of the trip looming over her and not wanting to have anything to do for work that weekend likely would’ve hurt her more had she not canceled, and he had to be a little proud of her for recognizing that much. But he was disappointed, and he could admit that much. “Maybe we could do something, a little weekend trip or something like that one weekend coming up when you aren’t as busy.” 

He could almost see the sad smile on her face as she quietly admitted, “I’d love to but I’m just not sure when that would be.” 

“Okay… well just let me know,” he whispered, struggling to know just what to think at all of this. He missed her, he missed her more than anything each time they were separated, but right now… he was confused. He was worried. And he wasn’t sure how to help her, especially when she had all-but bitten his head off for a small sign of concern. “I really want to spend some time with you.” 

“I know, I want to be with you too. Maybe you could come out in the middle of the month, I might not have to work as late in the evenings then,” she suggested, just as her typing resumed. 

He nodded to himself, making a mental note to look at what he had scheduled then. “I’ll plan on that then,” he assured her. 

“Okay, hey I’m sorry but I really need to go. I have so much work I need to get done,” she whispered, her voice back to sounding distant as she kept working. 

“Alright,” he whispered, biting his lower lip as he listened to her. 

“Chris?” She asked, almost at the very last moment. “...I really love you.” 

He smiled at those words, feeling some confidence and hope again. “I love you too Nattie. So fuckin’ much,” he promised her. 

And Chris knew how painfully true that was. He loved her more than anything which is why moments apart made this so much harder. His brain kept jumping back and forth between feeling the frustration at Nattie prioritizing her work over having time for their relationship and then feeling hypocritical with his own job taking him away for sometimes months on end. Chris really had been looking forward to that long weekend away and at first thought maybe his frustration was more at that than anything, but once he had gotten up move over to the couch where he could scratch Dodger more easily, he started sorting through his thoughts a bit more and realized that wasn’t it at all. At the heart of his frustration was concern for his Nattie. 

All that was happening just felt… off. 

After her art show she had talked about wanting to pursue more of her own creative passions, not having her whole creative career being created for Pixar. But now here she was nearly giving up her whole life for her job and although he knew that it was true what she said, that it was temporary, part of him wondered if it really was. He had come to see how conflicted Nat could feel when it came to her career. She was so different from her family, not being the cerebral career women her sisters were working in healthcare and tech. Nat was creative and sensitive, with so much passion and emotion in everything she did. He knew how much her single father had given up to send her to art school and how hard Nat had worked at Pixar to move her way up and when he even thought about it, he was so fucking proud of her. But there was something about this that just didn’t feel sustainable or even quite right for Nat. 

He remembered being in those meetings last year and just falling in love with the way Nat spoke about things being visually communicated in Lightyear and how good she was at figuring out how to convey emotion and stories through art. She was practically gushing with passion every time she spoke about an aspect of her job and although he knew that she still loved it, most things recently had been more about what she felt she needed to do for her job or about the path she felt pressured for her career to go. 

Chris felt like there was a piece of his exuberant and uninhibited artist that was falling into the corporate part of her job and although he knew from being in a creative industry himself that some of those things went hand in hand, he didn’t want to see her throw all of it away. She’d shared with him before how for so long she felt like there were so many things wrong with her personality from wearing every emotion on her sleeve to not wanting success in the normal sense that society viewed it, but here she was devoting herself completely to her job and taking on more than he thought any one person would be able to handle. He knew Nat felt like she had something to prove, in his observation more to herself than anyone, that she could make art a worthwhile endeavor and wanted to prove she could handle all of this, not realizing that it didn’t make a difference to anyone if she couldn’t. 

He knew Nat was determined to a fault, that she’d never put anything before her commitments and promises to others, but he was hopeful he could open her eyes a bit more. She’d seemed to have a realization in December, and despite slipping back into the grind of her career, he knew that deep down, they’d get through this. He’d already been a bit worried about how much of a toll this year could take on them, between his schedules with three projects and two press tours and Nat’s busy calendar at Disney, and that this trip was supposed to give them both some time to connect and be together before that all started. But despite losing that weekend together, he himself was determined, not to solve all of Nat’s problems overnight, but to brainstorm on how to help her and most of all, support her through every step of the way. 

A/N: We'll be back next week with a new chapter!

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Mommy needs me! Ch2

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You came to your Aunts farm to get away from stress. But you don’t know how to with the giant Mothman-manchild, who is pissing and jizzing everywhere in your house. You really need answers. Is he an alien? Is he a man? Is he a moth? Too many questions have you turning to the one man you never wanted to see or hear from again. Kai Chisaki, a young yakuza leader that still gives you nightmares.

The vet is moving in. You are starting to consider the fact your Aunt might have kidnapped Shigaraki. When the vet offers to help you move her in asap. Shigaraki hates it. But, this does give him a lot of mommy time.

Warning: Mommy kink possessive Moth Shigaraki.

Ch1

Chapter 2:

"So," the vet started as she grew the Mothman's blood.

Shigaraki eyes silted open and then shut as he nuzzles at your lap. You put his head in your thighs and gently stroked his hair and antennae to keep him still. He rumbles, twitching his wings, as he smothers his face in the crotch of your pants. Loud hot breaths fill the room. The stringent scent of vodka and saki assaults your senses. You don't want to have a conversation.

His behavior is humiliating, and you don't want to look or talk to anyone while he's like this. You heat with shame, wondering how horrible the vet must think you are.

"Do you want testing to see if he has an std?" the vet asked.

"What? Why would you… I mean, I'm not the weird one. You! I was curious about…," You can't finish whatever obvious lie you were about to say. You felt yourself overheating, sweating in fear under the vet's gaze. Shigaraki did not like it. He lifts his head and hisses. He is so drunk he flops back down in the nest, pulling you to him. The vet has to scramble to get the needle still in his arm.

"So defensive. It was clear by the display downstairs that he views you as his property. This is his nest, and if he hasn't tried something, he will soon. I'm not judging you," Tanaka says, putting a bandaid on Shigaraki's arm. You sigh because it can't be avoided. You wriggle your way out of his arms and follow the vet downstairs. It's still daylight. He will be in a deep sleep for hours.

"Would you like coffee?" You offer. The vet nobs and has a seat. She takes a whiff of the air. You hope that she will compliment your barista skills.

"Marking? Oh boy. With how big an aggressive he is, I do not envy you," she says, sipping the coffee. Flustered, you quickly try to explain yourself.

"He's not an animal. He's a man," you start, and the vet shakes her head.

"He is Insectoid. Very rare, especially after the great purge," she said.

"Great purge?" You questioned.

"I'm sorry I interrupted. I am better with animals," She said. Sipping more coffee and waiting for you to continue. You rather hear about the great purge. It makes you self-conscious. Swallowing hard, you begin with your Aunt.

"My Aunt is a pretty famous humanitarian. She has had some tough times. But she was a good person. The more time I spend with Shigaraki, I am concerned he might be a child my Aunt….might have….stolen a child to replace the one she lost. I can not bring myself to go to the authorities. My Aunts name would be dragged through the mud, and I'm worried someone will use Shigaraki as an oddity to be examined," you say quickly.

"You are wondering what he is though, right?" She asked. You nod nervously.

"I don't buy into the unexplained. I highly doubt he's an alien or came from another dimension. He's not a chimera or some beast hybrid of myth. He likely has an insectoid quirk, and his parents avoided the great purge. You are too young to know about this, but human genes started mutating about a hundred years ago. There was a debate about whether it was evolution and how to adapt. But it was short-lived as some very intense fanatics started slaughtering anyone showing these mutation traits. That was a third of the world's population and growing. They solved that problem with vaccination. Everyone gets this shot or risks going against the law. I would have to confirm with the bloodwork, but I believe his heteromorph quirk survived the great purge by his family members hiding in the woods," she said excitedly.

Your lip quivers. You feel so stressed and lost. But also relieved. He is a man, not some monster. You do not like the excitement in the vet's voice. She needs to stay discreet.

"Dr. Tanaka, he needs to be protected. He is just so dangerous but also very vulnerable," you say.

"I fully agree. He is fascinating, but with aggressive primal tendencies, someone will take him from you. I want to help you. I wonder what you intend if it does turn out he's a missing child?" Dr. Tanaka asks.

"I will cross that bridge when I come to it. Each step at its intended time," You say. Tanaka nods.

"I've noticed he is displaying some negative behavior I have seen in abandoned shelter dogs. He is not a beast, he's a man, but I get the feeling most of his developmental years behaviors are based on what he has seen in nature. He is imitating what he sees. I can stay a few days and help with some things, including behavioral. Run the labs in the van," Dr. Tanaka says.

"I would love it. But I'm concerned. I learned the hard way that nothing in this world is free. What do you want as compensation?" You ask with suspicion. She smiles and nods.

"You are right, and I am not purely altruistic. I am familiar with your Aunts work, and I don't want to damage her reputation. But you are right. I want to study him. Before you say no, I want you to consider that I will keep it anonymous and noninvasive. Purely observational. Unlike anyone else, you might have to take him too if he does get sick, I will treat him quietly," She says.

"How would this work? Will you need to stay here? I have a spare bedroom, although it smells like piss," you offer and question.

"Yes, let's deal with the marking," She starts.

"I have been trying to get him to use the bathroom. He refuses it. I even give him big…..uh…treats for it," you blush.

"I think that has more to do with his insect side. I know an Entomologist. I will give him a call. In the meantime, we can try something straightforward. My specialties are livestock and equine. I should be able to earn a good living to pay rent. I will help out in any way I can," she says, staring off into space.

"That would be great. Shiggy is draining my funds. He ate my mommy bunny. She was so sweet. I loved her so much, and he ate her in front of me. It's just been…trying. What is your idea?" you ask, turning away so she can't see you tearing up. What will you do if he has some family looking for him? He's been difficult, but are you ready to let him go? You mentally ask yourself in a sudden burst of panicked stress.

"Have you seen my phone?" Tanaka asks. You ended up going into an insane cleaning spree. Dr. Tanaka just said "fascinating" and lifted her legs when you ran the vacuum while she talked on the landline.

Shigaraki stomped down and ripped the cord out of the vacuum. Permanently killing it before stomping back upstairs.

 You must have drunk a gallon of water and had dinner ready for the hungover Shigaraki. A whole undercooked chicken with mac and cheese. He flicked the broccoli off, shoving the chicken in his mouth, bones crunching.

You put the broccoli and spoon on his plate. He uses the spoon to flick off the broccoli and guide the mac and cheese down his gullet. He drops the plate smacking his lips. He looks over to you and trills with love in his eyes. Swiftly moving to hug you with his greasy bloody hands.

You squeal that cute way that gets him excited. He does as asked. If mommy wants him to clean up in the sink, he will. When he hears a voice and notices his scent has been dulled in his territory, he growls. He whiffs the air and follows the voice but stops dead in his tracks. The voice of that female doctor that poked him was coming from the far-end guest room. An intense smell of citronella and tea tree hit his nose and antennae simultaneously.

His stomach revolted, and he almost puked. He ran outside, chittering and hissing. This ruined his night. It's supposed to be him and mommy. They were going to watch more of that show teaching him how to seduce a bratty mommy. Mommy was going to praise him for being a good boy and give him big boy time. He was about ready to go back and give her a piece of his mind for moving in this third wheel while he was sleeping.

Only mommy ran outside like she was on fire. Dropping her pants and peeing in a bucket. He cocks his head and chirps in curiosity. What is she doing? Doesn't she pee in that porcelain water bucket inside? He comes over to examine what she is doing. He loves the scent of mommy. It lights up his instincts. The hormones will cleanse him from the horrid stringent odor.

His cock strains painfully against his pants when your hormones hit his antennae. Caging you in his arms. Running his feelers all over your body, sniffing loudly and making tiny trills as his nose trails down your back. You Shriek. Smacking at him about how that was a sensitive area. He had no idea what you were jabbering about, but he knows you liked that. He can smell your wetness between your legs.

You pull away from him, picking up the bucket. He is about to ask you what silly thing you think you are doing. He was only going to use the ten words he knew, but you always seemed to get the idea. When your splash your piss around. He gasps, then shrieks as he pulls his dick out and pisses over your scent. Are you nuts! Every horny monster within a hundred miles will smell a breedable female.

It was confusing when you praised him. Wrapping your arms around his waist from behind, pressing your chest to his back. Kissing between his wings and telling him he's a good boy. He is a good boy. He doesn't want to mate in front of the weird female. He doesn't trust that one. She somehow reminds him of someone he vaguely remembers but not liking them.

If you think he's a good boy, now. Wait until he shows you a thing or two. He swells in pride, flapping his wings. Calming them as he turns to face you. Snatching you up in his arms, kissing over your face. He spreads his wings and flies. You scream and clutch at him. Wind whipping your hair against your face and his chest. He chuckles. You are so easily scared. Don't worry. He will protect mommy, always.

He sets down in a moonlit clearing. Fireflies danced on the tall grass in the background. With clawed fingers he points, clearing away some dead leaves, pointing all around you. It takes a moment to realize you are in a fairy ring. With the fireflies, it looks like something out of a fairytale. You pull out your cell phone and take videos and dozens of pictures for your channel.

When you put your phone away to kiss him and tell him what a good boy he is, a sly smirk quirks at the corner of his mouth.

"Mommy," he chirps and points out to the fireflies. He makes a breathy alien sound, and the fireflies come closer. Taking a deep puff, he exhales a shape in front of you. The Fireflies form into the shape of a heart with mom spelled out in the middle.

Your heart fluttered. This was the most romantic thing anyone has tried to do for you. Your emotions are bubbling up and overwhelming you. You start sobbing. Shigaraki's eyes widen in shock. He shoos away the fireflies. How dare they distress his mommy. He holds you close and lets your tears soak up in his ruff. You are about to explain when he coos to you, running his claws up your back. Sending tingles down your spine. It tickles your middle.

You giggle, and that quickly turns into desire. Shigaraki can feel you tense against him. Your arousal building like a flaming need. He can't take it. His fire is always blazing for you. Chirping loudly, he slumps his shoulders. Pressing you down, laying you in the middle of the fairy ring. He remembers an old tale about mating in a fairy ring.

It guarantees his mommy will become a real mommy. A real mommy for his brood. He will always be grateful to your Aunt. But the greatest gift your Aunt gave him was you. He loves you so sincerely he can't express it except with his eternal love. With a legacy that is a direct expression of that love.

He gets harder with his depraved thoughts of you serving him. He will be your everything. You will have no choice but to love and protect the nest and the grubs. He will do his part, of course. He will provide and protect from outside the nest. You yip as you lightly bump the ground with your ass. Surprised by his sudden dominance.

Usually when he sees you cry, he whines and mewls. Licking and keening in attempts to comfort. Laying on the ground, you gasped when you realized you had met the perfect man. You didn't have to tell him that you wanted him. It's like he can read your mind. Then why does he do all the things you hate? Your mind screeched. He freezes at your sudden angry thought.

Humans confused him in this. He feels a few things a few times a day, mostly hatred towards everything but mommy. Females are chaos. But it keeps him on his toes, and it's you. So, he will learn. You were so hot for him a moment ago, then cold, now lukewarm with an apology. He can sense it all. Barreling through on lukewarm is his rule. He wants to breed you, and you wanted him, if only for a moment. A moment was enough to push him forward.

"Need mommy, he whispers with deep gravel. He slips two claws into the crotch of your wet panties. He felt you get wetter. The flush and heat from you made him so hard that he was premature knotting. Must knot in mommy, his mind repeated. Fuck, his instincts need to make you his forever. NEED TO KNOT, MOMMY!

You blush and spread yourself wider for him. You turn your head to the side, not looking at him. There are mixed signals, but looking back at him was the signal. You want him deep in you. Mommy wants to be bred. He undoes his zipper and shoves his aching leaking length all at once, your tight walls resisting him. You feel so good he can't help himself. Mommy screams but doesn't try to move from him even though it obviously hurts. He is buried hilt deep in his tight mommy's cunt.

"Sorry….sorry, m-m-mommy. Tight and wet, mommy," he manages to get out.

"It's ok. You are a good boy. You feel so good. It stings a little, but it's ok. Keep going, my big boy," you moan to him. That gets him excited all over again, lifting himself onto his elbows to keep from crushing you. You look down at his muscular front. His abs quiver and constrict as he works himself deeper in you. Your mouth water at the sight and feel of him. His wings quiver so rapidly that his cock is vibrating. You are captivated by the view of his wings flashing the white and black, spreading and closing, sending vibrations to your core. 

"Thank you, mommy," he hissed. His breath hitched in his throat as his wings beat harder. Tears stung your eyes. He felt big, stretching you and rough. You must wrap your arms around his neck to stay in place. He is so deep and big that it burns, stinging as he starts to rock his hips. Slow to savor the cute expressions and noises you make when he pumps into you.

"Faster, be a good boy. A little faster," you whimper. He can't say no to his precious mommy. You are tightening, sucking his cock back in. Fuck, your body needs to be knotted and claimed by him. Unable to control himself, he fucks you hard. Hips snapping to a blur as you scream and writhe. His instincts light up like fire.

Your lithe little body implores him to fill you. Wings are shaking, cock throbbing in you, his eyes hooded with lust, his pale skin flushed. He smiles greedily, giving you two sharp chirps before stroking deeper and faster. Rubbing your g-spot inside, his antennae caressing your cheeks and tickling.

His body pressed hard against yours, making your pants come out ragged, his hot breath fanning over your hair. You are distracted by the stones digging in your ass and back. Bucking at an even rough tempo, sending waves of pleasure over you. You can still feel the buzz of his wings on your clit, and he is quickly making your climax build at the top of a cresting wave of ecstasy.

"Good boy. So, good," you encourage him. He quickly bites off two of his middle claws and reaches down between the two of you. He stole the doctor's phone. He watched enough tv to know that cell phones hold everything. Some of the videos on it showed him how to play with that bundle of nerves.

"What the…Oh….ah..ah..ah…yesss," you moan, wrapping your legs around him. You feel his calloused fingertips rubbing your bud, and you almost come undone. You take such good care of him that he must show you how much he loves you. Your pussy squeezing, begging him to knot you. He feels feral as his hips start to stutter as he bucks his hips in a blur.

"Mine…. mine…mine….my mommy," he snarled, the damn of desire in him broke, making mommy one with him in his sweet release. A rush of blood to his knot makes him light-headed you feel so good. His seed is implanting deep in your pulsing channel, milking as he felt each passing spurt be pulled from him. He wanted to pump into you more. You babble in pain, writhing, toes curling and digging into his boney ass. You know he knots but was hoping to squirm away from him. You grit your teeth because you feel impossibly full. You scream and smack him while he grinds his knot in you. He hasn't stopped yet.

"No! Bad boy! Stop," You shout. He gently rubs your clit with intensity and yanks at his knot with a harsh grind. Growling as he feels you getting wetter and constricting on him. To him, it felt amazing, as you trembled under him and cried. He feels your crest on his length, cumming hard, bliss crashing over you, arching up to him.

"Oh FUCK! I-I-I just came so hard my whole body aches. You bad fucking boy," you whimper with no bite in your words. He pulls his hand away, covered in your juices. He licks you clean off his hand. He lifted enough to look at where you are connected. He can see a light twitching as his cock spurt more cum in you. His heart swells like the soft bulge he created. You look beautiful with him buried in you.

"Love, mommy," he purrs. He lays on top of you and bites your neck gently to keep you in place with his sharp teeth. Humming around your flesh for reassurance until his knot softens. You kiss him and play with his soft hair. He pulls from you with a wet lewd suction. It's not until later You are walking back to the house over a short flight you think you love him.

He wanted to star gaze with you before entering the invaded house. Wrapping his wings and arms around you, careful with his hands. It dawns on you that he could have easily killed you when fingering you. It makes you anxious. If you do find his family, will they protect him?

A small part of Shigaraki hopes there is a sesame street on how to be a good daddy. His father was not a good example. When they entered the house, Dr. Tanaka smelled annoyed.

"Yes. I understand. No, sir. I can't say. I don't know yet. Yep. I will inform her," she said, hanging up her cell phone and rubbing her temples. Taking a step towards them and then stumbling back, "I have some bad news. Holy fuck. You two reek of sex. It smells like an iguana tank."

Whatever the flat-chested female said upset his mommy. He flared at her, wings wide and threatening. Mommy yelled no, but she needed to be protected. In this, he knows better than her. The vet held up a can. He wanted to laugh at the foolishness. She sprayed him in the face. The response was immediate. He fell to the ground and rolled around, screeching.

"No. Bad Shigaraki," the vet said calmly.

"What did you do?" you asked. Shigaraki clung to your legs and rubbed his eyes against your dress.

"I used a bug repellant. Don't worry. I made sure it won't kill him. We need something to train him. I found my cell phone in his nest. Anyways, we are in a bit of trouble. Kai wants to see you right away. He found out I was shutting down my practice for a few years. He is way too curious about Shigaraki. I thought we could say it's a Liger or some shit. But you will have to see him. I'm sorry," Dr. Tanaka said.

When the burning stopped, he hissed at her, and she raised the can again and gave him a firm no. He hid behind mommy. You coddled him because he was being so sweet for a change. It hit him like lightning, he knows who the female reminds him of. He pointed a claw at her.

"Father," he rasped.

"I'll take it if that means he will stop trying to kill me," Dr. Tanaka said. You are biting your lip and trembling.

"What if I don't go?" you ask quietly. Tanaka shook her head with a grim expression.

"He will come here to kill all of us. You do not stand up, Kai. It will be ok. Kai is a germaphobe. Pretending to have a cold will delay him, but you pay the piper at some point. I promise you. Visit him, and we will never have to deal with him again. I will watch Shigaraki while you're gone," Tanaka says, watching Shigaraki cautiously sniff at her.

This one can teach him to be a father. He bumped his head against her arm quickly before running upstairs to hide from new father until mommy came to bed. He pulls out the cell phone and chirps.

It was easy taking it from his new father.

Chapter 3

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Pixie Reviews: Nightwing vs Red Hood

Pairing: Jasonette

Rating: T? Idk

WC: ~0.5k

prompted/inspired by/for @boldlyanxious

enjoy, I wrote this in half an hour and it's not beta'd

Red Hood followed the young woman down the street, running across the roofs to keep her in his sights. She was talking animatedly into her phone, waving her free hand in the air at times to illustrate her points.

The man stalking her, steadily getting closer, seemed to have picked her as his victim since she was distracted. When the moonlight glinted off the man's blade, Red Hood decided enough was enough and swung down to intercept the assailant.

A swift blow was enough to knock him out, and Hood set about tying him up and patting him down. He found two wallets in the man's pockets and went through them to find identifying clues.

The woman still hadn't turned around at the muffled thump when the man went down, and with the street quiet now, Hood couldn't help but eavesdrop.

Okay he could maybe have not tuned into her conversation and used his helmet's superior tech to get a clearer audio, but sue him, he was curious why she was so animated and distracted.

“Yes, I conceded to your assessment of Nightwing's ass but I still maintain that Red Hood has a nice everything, Adri-” she finally turned around when Jason choked and started coughing.

“Oh merde, I've got to go. I'll call you back later, chaton.” She hung up and walked back to Hood.

“Are you okay? Should I call Batman...?” she asked hesitantly, as he continued to cough.

He held up his hand. “I'm okay, just breathed funny,” he managed. “But I could call Nightwing if you wanted to do a comparison,” he grinned, though she couldn't see it.

She squeaked and covered her face in embarrassment. “You heard that?”

“Yep, I was right behind you taking care of a would-be mugger. You might want to work on your situational awareness.”

Her gaze drifted to the tied up and knocked out man leaned against a building. “Ah. Thanks.”

“Soooo,” he dragged out the word and she glanced back at him. “You often debate Gotham vigilantes with your acquaintances?”

“Unfortunately. Several friends got quite into other cities' heroes after Paris.”

“Thank you for being on my side then...?” he paused, waiting for an introduction.

“Marinette. Dupain-Cheng. Ehm, it was my pleasure-no, I mean-” she broke off her rambling attempts to explain what she meant as he laughed over her.

“I'm glad to have someone on my side. May I walk my admirer to her destination?” he gallantly held out his arm for her to take.

“If it's not a problem,” she placed her arm through his and motioned in the direction she wanted to go. “Do you not have to patrol?”

“I was almost done, just checking for any pixies like you in distress. I can walk you home.”

“Pixies?” She glanced up at him in question.

“Small, mischievous, fairylike creatures.”

“I know what pixies are. You think I'm one?”

“I don't know, you seem to fit the bill pretty well: small, mischievous, and you looks rather fairy-like to me.”

“Just for that, I'm moving to Spoiler's side.”

“Nooo, how could you betray me like this?” Hood dramatically wailed. “Definitely a pixie, you're spiteful and fickle too.”

Marinette huffed and kept quiet.

Taglist: (sorry @questioning-blob-of-fog you're my first permanent taglist member so I keep forgetting to tag you🙈)

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[sunshinebingo]

@gwynrielweeksofficial Day 10 - AU Day

The Neighbour's Cat

I love when we get the Shadows’ input in Azriel’s POVs and for this one, I tried to do that but with Gwyn.

Synopsis: Gwyn finds a cat in her backyard and decides to meet its owner.

Word Count: 1.4k

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"Are you sure you don’t need help unpacking?” Nesta asked for the thousandth time.

“I’m sure Nes,” Gwyn sighed and replied for the thousandth time. “I’m almost done anyways.”

“Wow Gwyn you’re fast.” She has been unpacking since the last box has been dropped that morning. It was now almost evening and she desperately needed a break. And that is why she had called Nesta. Emerie would have also been on the line with them if she wasn’t still at work.

“Well unlike you I don’t have a gorgeous boyfriend to keep me distracted,” Gwyn tried to say it without the slight longing that she felt at the thought. Gwyn was more than happy for Nesta. She felt the same for Emerie who was currently dating Cassian’s cousin. But she couldn’t help but feel a little left out sometimes. Not by her chosen sisters. She could never resent them for having what she did not.

Gwyn felt like whatever mystical being responsible for pairing people had somehow forgotten her. She was fine by her own. But whenever she saw happy couples being in love and acting all cute, she couldn’t help but wonder whether she would be happier with someone else in her life.

‘’Gwyn? You still there?’’ Gwyn realised then that she had been lost in her thoughts and thus completely ignoring Nesta.

‘’Huh? Yeah I’m listening,’’ she blurted out.

‘’What was I saying then?’’ Nesta teased.

‘’Something about Cassian?’’ Gwyn tried. Nesta only laughed and the conversation moved to the planning of the next girls’ night which would be held at Gwyn’s new house. When Nesta hang up, Gwyn was so tired that she did not feel like cooking. She plopped down on the couch and looked for something to order online.

As she debated with herself over sushi and tacos, a little meow from the garden caught her attention. When she heard it again, Gwyn leapt from the couch to investigate. She has always been fond of animals. But, unfortunately, none of her previous apartments allowed her to adopt one. That has been part of the reasons why she had gone for a small house this time. This, and the fact that, after almost a year spent in the middle of the city, Gwyn craved some quiet.

Gwyn heard a rustling sound coming from a bush near the wall that separated her house with her neighbour’s. A fluffy black cat with a pair of bright green eyes walked from under the bush and meowed at her. Gwyn’s heart melted when the cat walked and rubbed itself against her legs as if she hasn’t just moved here this morning. She knelt on the grass to pet the cat and it immediately started purring.

“I didn’t know the house came with a friend,” Gwyn said to him as she scratched his fluffy head. “Hi little guy.”

Forgetting about the food that she had to order, Gwyn spent the next half hour in her new backyard playing with her new friend. When the sun was almost set, she heard the sound of a bike from the neighbour’s side of the wall. A few minutes later she heard voices.

‘’Grumpy,’’ a deep voice called. Gwyn noticed the cat’s ear twitching. ‘’Grumpy, where are you boy?’’ the voice called louder this time. The cat moved his head in the direction of the voice.

‘’Are you Grumpy?’’ Gwyn asked the cat. It would be weird if Grumpy was a child, a little voice in her head said. She had her answer when the voice called again and the cat started meowing in response. ‘’That must be your dad looking for you then.’’ The more she listened to that voice, the more Gwyn noticed how sexy it sounded, even if he was only looking for an animal named Grumpy, who, by the way, wasn’t grumpy at all. She wondered if her neighbour looked as hot as he sounded. She had heard the bike so she assumed he must be at least a little attractive, right? In books men on bikes are always hot. You’re not in a book Gwyn, the little voice reminded her. Maybe the man was married and Gwyn was fantasizing about someone who had a gorgeous wife, 3 kids and a cat. Or, the little voice added with a gasp, what if he is super hot and gay?

Gwyn looked at Grumpy who wasn’t grumpy. The cat kept meowing but made no move to leave. ‘’You don’t want to go back?’’

‘’Come here boy, it’s time for dinner,’’ the neighbour said. Gwyn looked at Grumpy and an idea popped into her head. The only way for her to find out what her neighbor with the sexy voice looked like and if he was married or gay was to meet him. And since he seemed to have lost his cat, I would help him find it, she thought. This was not hard at all since the lost cat had befriended her already.

Gwyn stood up and adjusted her shorts and t-shirt. ‘’Let’s go meet your dad Grumpy,’’ she told the cat as she grabbed him and walked to the front door. Let’s hope your dad is hot Grumpy is also what she thought but didn’t say. She walked the stone path leading to his porch and knocked on the door. Grumpy was cradled in her arms like a baby.

When the owner of the house opened the door, Gwyn almost dropped his cat. But the only thing that dropped was her jaw. One look at him and Gwyn prayed that he was not married or gay.

“Grumpy,” he exclaimed, pulling Gwyn out of her prayers to every gods that she remembered the name of.

“Uh…hi…um…I found your cat,” Gwyn moved a very comfortable Grumpy from her arms and handed him to his owner. Gwyn followed the strong muscles of his arms when he reached out to grab the cat. When his large hands touched hers as Grumpy moved from her arms to his, Gwyn thought she could develop a hand fetish just from the thought of his hand tracing her body.

“Thank you so much for bringing him back to me. I was just looking for him,” he told her with a warm smile.

Gwyn pulled herself together and smiled back. “Actually I heard you. I’m your new neighbour.”

“Oh,” he raised his brows at her. Then he beamed at Gwyn. “Welcome then. I’m Azriel.”

Even your name is hot, Gwyn wanted to say. But instead she thanked him and introduced herself. Grumpy jumped off Azriel’s arms. Gwyn giggled when he plopped down next to her and started licking his paw. “You have a very cuddly cat,” she told Azriel.

Azriel snickered. “He has never acted like that with anyone but me. It is actually one of my brothers who named him Grumpy because he is so mean to others.”

“Well he hasn’t been mean to me,” Gwyn shrugged. She found it very easy to relax around him.

“You must be very special then,” he grinned. Gwyn blushed and bit her lip. Am I delusional or is he looking at my lips?, she asked herself. You are talking to yourself while this god is standing in front of you. You're clearly delusional, the little voice, which was clearly her own, replied. She wanted to cover her face so he wouldn’t see how red she was turning.

Azriel cleared his throat and when he spoke, Gwyn thought that he sounded a bit nervous. “Can I offer you dinner sometime? Tonight perhaps?” Gwyn felt her heart beating in her throat. She felt like she was about to either faint or fly at the proposition. Is this a date or is he just trying to thank me? she thought. Who even cares? Just say yes. “Your boyfriend can join us too of course,” Azriel added.

“I don’t have a boyfriend,” Gwyn added a bit too quickly.

Azriel smirked. “Great.” Gwyn raised a brow at him. Did he just say great? “I mean there’ll be more food for us then,” he shrugged. Gwyn laughed. Maybe her prayers had worked after all.

“I have nothing planned right now so I can help you if you want,” she told him, feeling slightly more confident.

“Even better,” Azriel stepped back and gestured for Gwyn to come in. Grumpy followed them inside the house. As Azriel closed the door behind them, Gwyn looked at Grumpy as if expecting him to read her mind. Have you been playing matchmaker all along? When the cat meowed at her, Gwyn decided to take that as a yes.

#gwynriel #gwyneth berdara #azriel #modern au #acotar #acosf #gwynrielweeks2023 #gwynrielweeksofficial #gwynrielweek2023 #gwynriel week 2023

[the-darkness-does-not-bargain]

For the writing prompt: AvaLil - holding onto a stuffed animal/pillow, imagining that it's their lover in their embrace instead

Here you go, buddy 😘

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Lilith couldn't sleep.  The bedroom was awash in darkness, illuminated only by the distant lights of the cityscape, and she could not sleep.  The firm had arranged for her to get the best suite in the hotel, complete with all the finery and amenities that entailed, but it might as well have been a pigsty for all the comfort she took from it.

Groaning indignantly, she flopped onto her back, her bleary eyes opening to glare at the shadowed ceiling, miserably contemptuous.  The clock on the nightstand taunted her, the red neon spilling across the wood, reading 2:34am.  She cursed, sinking further into the mattress and rubbing her face with both hands.

Why was this so damned difficult?  She went on trips like this all the time.  The firm had offices in cities across the country, and she would wager that she spent nearly 100 days a year traveling from one to the next for some case or other.  She was used to it.  Her sleep schedule had never been disturbed until now.

Her gaze drifted to her phone.  It sat idle next to the clock, teasing her with its silence and the reflective blankness of its screen.  After a moment of furious internal debate, she grabbed it, the lock screen lighting up and bathing the gray bedspread in pale light.

Her lock screen was nothing special, just a stock image of the ocean, the same as when she bought it.  She quickly swiped past it, smashing in her passcode with overeager fingers and pulling up her texts.  There were only a few names there, and she opened the first conversation in the list to read the last message.

Ava: Good night, baby!  Call me when you’re out of work tomorrow! 😘😘

She sighed, squinting at the words before turning the screen off and rolling back onto her back.  There was nothing to be done.  Ava was doubtless fast asleep by now.  Her shift at the bar would have just ended at 1, and she was prone to collapsing face-first into bed after working such late hours.  Knowing that did nothing to dull the urge to message her back.  She glanced at the phone again, staring at it as the minutes flipped by on the clock.

Growling in disgust at herself, she turned onto her opposite side.  She absolutely refused to do something so pathetically clingy as text Ava in the middle of the night.  She would not wake her up after a long shift to tend to her childish problem.  The very thought was revolting.  No, she would handle this on her own.

But an hour later, her body was still stiff and resistant to sleep.  She rolled over and picked up her phone again.  She would not text her.  Absolutely not.  But… maybe reading back through their last conversation would help her relax.

As she tapped in her passcode again, she saw a notification she hadn't spotted earlier.  Her brow furrowed.  "Who sends an email at 2 in the morning?"  Out of half-delirious curiosity, she opened it.

[To: L.V.SuperionLaw

From: SilvaGirl80085

Hey Lil!

I can't wait for you to get home!  Some guy at the bar ordered this cocktail I know you would DESPISE!  I had to work so hard not to look at him like 😟 while I was making it.  When you call tomorrow, I'll tell you about it, you'll be so mad 😂😂!

Sending this as an email so I don't wake you up.  Love you, babe, go kick legal ass tomorrow ❤.

Your girl xoxoxo]

Lilith read the last line several times, scanning the words over and over.  She felt a little floored.  Perhaps it was from lack of sleep, but it was difficult to process the fact that Ava had not only messaged her at 2am, but had thought to send it as an email rather than a text so the noise wouldn't wake her.

A powerful storm of longing roared to life in her chest, threatening to make her do something embarrassing, like cry.  Determined to combat that impulse, she grabbed the spare pillow next to her and pulled it against her chest.  It was a poor substitute for what she really wanted, but it was all she had.  So she held it tight, and set her phone on top of it, still open on the email.  She watched the screen dim and then darken before burying her face in the pillowcase.  She breathed in through her nose, imagining the scent of Ava’s body wash, and finally shut her eyes.

It wasn’t a restful sleep by any measure, but it would do.  She would power her way through the day and call Ava when it was done.  And it would only be two more nights until she was allowed to return home.

#warrior nun #twitch au #my writing #writing prompts #finishing this on night shift so I'm basically in lilith's shoes #ava x lilith #avalil

[ladyluscinia]

Ok, it's been hours, I've done a bunch of things, and I'm looping back to the Izzy Hands topic of the day because it turns out I do have something to say. So.

For anyone with a robust blocklist - short version: the "Izzy hates Stede for being a girly gay" vs "Izzy hates Stede for rich fuck crimes" is back. I will not be addressing this directly, because that's not what I care about today (and my stance is obvious lol). Instead, I want to elaborate on this short post since this particular debate is actually a really phenomenal example of what I'm trying to get at.

Because how do you insult a rich man?

I'm talking about a super straightforward, "I'm somehow in an elevator with Musk and I have one floor to say something mean to him" kind of insult? Or, to frame this correctly, how would you convey in a story someone insulting a rich man, so your audience can recognize quickly that A has a problem with B? Based on viral posts about Musk himself, some popular options are small dick, bastard, stupid, pig, rat, crybaby, toddler, unlikable, fragile ego, loser, etc. etc.

But like... What are those insults about?

See, insults are not neutral language (shocker). They're weighted with what our society sees as "bad", and rarely touch on what our society sees as "good". There's a million ways to call someone ugly (vs attractive), or weak and womanly (vs manly and respectable), or fat (vs strong and healthy), or unlikeable (vs socially accepted), or stupid and lazy (vs productive member of society)... I can go on for a while.

Being rich is one of those "good" things, so we straight up do not really have insults to say "you are bad for being rich and successful" (though we have plenty for "poor".). "Billionaire" might deserve to be a dirty word, but it's not. That's not how language works 🤷‍♀️ The closest is maybe "greedy" but that tends to quickly overlap with fat / lazy or comparing them to animals (i.e. subhuman). Or using wealth to imply a different failing - if he has to buy his friends it's because he's not charismatic, and that's the insult. Maybe in recent years bigotry has gone out of style enough that it can be a somewhat effective target, but even that's still context specific.

Insults are - at their core - about holding up some valued aspect of society and saying "you aren't doing this right". And a lot of those aspects are discriminatory on their face.

Pointing to a character insulting another character and saying you've found implicit internalized bigotry is some "fork spotted in kitchen" shit, especially about emasculating language. Men have spent all of human history coming up with ways to say they are better at being men than their rivals. From an audience perspective, the mere presence of a bias-informed insult (or a bunch of them) is realistically not going to convince everyone this character has an explicit bias being written into them, because they've gotten used to that going nowhere as a character trait.

Often, the asshole character is just being written as an asshole.

And to be clear, writers deal with this linguistic struggle. Sometimes they make up nonsense insults to try and create a culture that doesn't have our biases. They can use more direct examples and obvious slurs to denote the intended bigots, and conversely use more softened or otherwise defanged insults for the generic dicks. Insults like "bastard" are common as their moralizing is archaic. The insulted party & allies' reactions can cue you into how serious an insult is. And yeah, no shit it's all pretty subjective and individuals will disagree on reads, but it's still worth considering because while "being mean" is usually a character flaw, it's approached entirely differently than "being bigoted". Both of which are again different from "this work is reflecting the creators' bigotry." It's the same reason we need to be able to tell the difference between "justified killing" and "unjustified murder" in a story - it matters a lot in the storytelling.

Plus, fans who don't think about this are more likely to apply it by deciding the characters they like are lovable bastards 🥰 and the ones they don't like are undeniably bigots 🤬 and this is obviously, objectively true because don't you know "ponce" is a homophobic slur for men who aren't masculine enough?!? Clearly this is not about him being British upper class!

#izzy hands ofmd #obviously there are more issues with the crit side of the argument than just this #but stuff about how much izzy 'sides with oppressive systems' has been debated to death #ofmd meta #media #ladyluscinia #(also the notion that homophobia only incidentally cares about the sex with men part 😂 so it can get cool with that)