#y‘know what i love about this

[cassieb1617]

Listen to the sound of your voice💌

Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x fem!shapeshifter!reader

Fluff

Summary: Pietro found himself enjoying your voice the most, especially on Valentine‘s Day. 

Warning: just a bunch of fluff, reader opens up about an insecurity but it‘s all good in the end, language (swearing)

A/N: I was having a Scream marathon while writing this and it was really confusing at times to write fluff and watch a splatter movie next to it. By the way, I have no idea how to properly celebrate Valentine‘s Day so bear with me in this one. 

February 14 was the most wonderful day for some people. The sun was shining just a small tad brighter on the day of love, waves were more peaceful and the sky was clearer. Flowers were wilting less fast and were gifted from one person to another. Little gifts formed in hearts are ready to be bought from every supermarket and expensive jewelry was promoted on every website known to men. Pietro never enjoyed Valentine‘s Day since the incident in Sokovia. Sure, he had a date sometimes but nothing was ever coming out of it. He‘s always remembered of his parents on Valentine‘s Day, as he was younger he always got to see his parents relishing their love. His father always brought his mother flowers and his mother always made him his favourite food. They didn‘t have much money growing up so the presents were small but Pietro had seen that they meant the world for each other. 

Now years later Pietro was a part of the Avengers and Valentine‘s Day never quite lost its touch. Tony Stark was always someone to buy presents to show his love and Pietro had seen him more than once on Armor‘s day giving Pepper an expensive bunch of flowers, a bracelet, watch or anything else. Vision and his sister Wanda had decided to take the whole day for themselves and Pietro didn‘t want to know what exactly they were doing. Bucky and Steve went out to enjoy a day as a couple, something they couldn‘t do back in their days. Bruce and Natasha didn‘t plan something bad, as far as Pietro knew, but he knew that they had a table booked at an expensive restaurant. Sam was off on a date with a girl he met a few weeks ago and Thor wasn‘t on earth. It left Pietro and you alone on love‘s day at the compound and Pietro thought that that was just perfect. 

To be honest with himself, Pietro has never been truly in love with someone. Sure, he had a few dates here and there and there were some flings he had but he was never in love. The girls he dated were never girls where he thought they were the one and it may not seem like it but Pietro truly believed that every person on this planet, no matter how cruel, has a person that is made for them. The people just have to find their own way of making it work. 

„So, it seems that it‘s just the two of us, uh?“ Your voice cut through Pietro‘s trail of thoughts. He looked at you and Pietro could swear you had a small glint of disappointment on your face. „You got no date today?“

Pietro smiled slightly at her and bowed his head a bit in mock offense, „You act like I got a date everyday, dragon.“ You smiled at the blonde man in front of you, the nickname for you falling effortlessly from his lips, „I changed into a dragon for you once on your birthday, will you ever let it go?“

Pietro chuckled at your words as he shook his head, „Never. But anyway, why are you not out? Everyone else is, I thought I got the compound for me.“ The smile on your face didn‘t falter for a second but Pietro noticed the slight fall of your shoulders, „Valentine‘s Day isn‘t something for me, y‘know? I never really go on dates much anyway, I‘ve got an important job to do.“ Your explanation didn‘t really make sense for him, sure being an Avenger was important but going on dates was still possible. 

„Well then it seems like it‘s us then, eh? Seems like we‘re going out on a date then?“ Pietro knew that this was a big shot and he didn‘t know if you would agree but damn, he wanted you to agree so badly. Despite his serial dating, his interest in you never once reduced. You had this big impact on him that you didn‘t even notice. Pietro could write a novel about the many times the team noticed Pietro being smitten with you and you being oblivious. Steve liked to tease him about it, he always said that Bucky was the same back in the day. 

„I guess it means that we‘re going out then, what‘s your plan then?“ Pietro laughed slightly before shrugging, „Well, how about we go to that café nearby and we get the most delicious strawberry cake there is? I know that that‘s your favourite and that the barista there keeps a piece for you.“ The smile on your face couldn‘t vanish if someone tried removing it from you. 

„No flowers? Oh, Pietro, I thought you were at least a gentleman. You need to step up your game.“ Your teasing made him chuckle as he leaned forward to take your hand. „You just wait, Dragon, I‘m gonna give you the best Valentine‘s Day ever, I promise.“ 

Pietro was right, the barista did leave a piece of strawberry chocolate cake for you. „How do you know that that‘s my favourite?“ Pietro gave a nonchalant shrug, his eyes never leaving the street before them.

„You know, just hearing it here and there.“ It wasn‘t a complete lie, he did hear it from his sister. But Pietro also knew that the strawberry chocolate cake from that üparticular café was your favourite because Pietro was infuriated with you. He may have never been in love but he knew he felt something for you that he didn‘t feel with anyone else. He thought about you all day long, he woke up with the motivation of hearing your voice, when he was on missions he got home for you and every time he sped to a market to get something it was for you and only you.

And you? Well, you never truly noticed. Of course you knew that you and Pietro were more than friends. Your constant flirting was definitely something that wasn‘t unintentional from both your sides but you never noticed that Pietro did most things for you. In your eyes, Pietro did these things for the rest of the team as well. He noticed the small details and things about you as much as he did the rest of the team. 

„You may be the only person I can actually stand seeing on Valentine‘s Day.“ Pietro laughed slightly before shaking his head in disbelief.

„Seriously though, how come you don‘t have a date today?“ Your smile was slipping for a second and Pietro was afraid he had ruined the mood but it came back as fast as it slipped, „I do have a date today, we‘re out right now, aren‘t we?“ Your voice was playful but Pietro could still hear the sadness that lingered in it. The look on his face told you that he didn‘t believe you so with a sigh you went on. „It‘s not that easy to find a date as me, you know? I mean, it never gets past the first date. Most of the guys I go out with are intimidated because of my abilities or my status as an Avenger or they are just going out with me in the first place because I‘m an Avenger. They don‘t really care about getting to know me.“

Pietro‘s shoulders slouched slightly and he had an irritated look on his face. „Well, then I‘ll make sure that you have the best Valentine‘s Day today! Come on, there is a flower shop nearby, we‘re getting your favourite flowers.“ You chuckled at his enthusiasm but took his hand nonetheless, „How do you know what my favourite flowers are?“ Pietro‘S teasing smile was addictive and you had to smile as well, „I know a lot of things about you that you have no idea about.“

The day with Pietro turned out to be really great. The two of you did all the things a couple would do, you got ice cream and shared it with one spoon, you went out to eat at a restaurant and you bought each other a present. You got each other matching jewelry, a necklace with your initial for him and a bracelet with his for you. You were back at the compound now, a movie playing in the background as you were talking about the most obscene nonsense. It was quiet as you two just looked into each other’s eyes, both wanting to make the next move but also not wanting to be the one doing it.

„I don‘t understand how they don‘t want to get to know you.“ Pietro‘s statement caught you off guard as you looked at him with confusion written in your face. „I mean, you‘re so much fun and you‘re so easy to talk to and, God, you‘re so pretty when you‘re getting mad about something. I‘d listen to you talk about anything anytime if you asked me to.“

„What do you mean?“ Pietro chuckled at the tone in your voce, just like a confused puppy. „You said they never truly listen to you but I don‘t know why, I can listen to you talk the whole day.“ Pietro could feel your nervous breath on his skin, a slight blush forming on his cheeks. „Have you ever been in love?“ Your question caught him off guard but he answered anyway, „Not that I know of, no. You?“

You smiled at him, „I don‘t think so but I‘d like to find out what it feels like, will you- eh, try to find it out with me?“ Your voice was trembling slightly and Pietro wanted nothing more than to take all your nerves away from you. He answered your question by leaning in and kissing you, your lips moving in sync and Pietro could swear that there were butterflies in his stomach. „Does that answer your question?“ You had a teasing smile on your face as you replied, „I don‘t know, you might have to do it again, just to be sure.“ 

Pietro smirked and that was how you spent the rest of your first but certainly not last Valentine‘s Day together. Kissing, cuddling and even cooking together while scaring the Avengers as soon as they got home. 

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[angelshimaa]

━━ [ 𝟏𝟏:𝟑𝟒 ];; 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀 𝐄𝐈𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐔

✧ cw :: gn!reader, angst, just a simple case of falling out of love 😔, this was rushed i’ll admit it

✧ a/n :: i think this is mediocre at best but hey, doesn't mean i won't post it <3

“are you even still in love with me?”

it's a question which stands to tear you apart if answered the way you fear. it's been sitting so heavy on your tongue for so long and you couldn’t bear the weight anymore. your eyes rip away from the floor, filled with tears when you focus them on him. the fear clogs your chest; you're terrified of how quickly he could send your heart plummeting down a cliff, and you wait for him to say something.

it's then, after the initial surprise at the question smooths over and kirishima hesitates that you get your answer. his lips part, readying themselves for words that don't come. it's almost as though you can see them get caught in his throat, refusing to be forced out as a lie. the days when the three magic words pooled out his lips like overflowing water— so very quick to silence you thinking otherwise— flood your memory, and instead of glowing with security, you watch the way his eyes soften with guilt, eyebrows raising slightly as if he's surprised at his lack of an answer.

he looks at you like he’s writing an apology, and he would hear your gut twist in pain if he listened carefully.

“i— i care about you, y/n. so much.” you stopped being his ‘pretty’ a long time ago, and you want to drive your foot into your side for taking this long to face it. “and i’m sorry i didn't tell you.”

i didn't want to hurt you.

you can fill in the next sentence for him, and there isn't much you can do but nod your head— the same head you want to throw into the wall— hot tears threatening to slip down your cheeks.

“i do still love you.” he means it to be a consolation, but it feels like he twists the knife in your fresh wound. “always will. y‘know that, right?”

i’m just not in love anymore.

you try to smile, but it falls off and gives way to your tears. eijirou will forever hate seeing you cry, and it makes his eyes glassy knowing it was because of him.

the way he reaches out to hold you is muscle memory, and you welcome the familiarity of his arms. you let yourself sink into him, coming home to a place that wasn't yours to have in the way you wanted anymore. his shirt catches your tears and how he smells overwhelms you with the need for him. you feel you need him to lie to you, to tell you he didn't want to cut the rope holding your relationship away from a cliff.

you hear him apologise over and over, tears in his own voice, and it pains you how there is nobody to pin the blame on. there was no choice in his feelings changing, nor is there choice in how yours make you ache.

every word eijirou tries to whisper is coated with good intentions and you know it, but you can't help wondering how much more you could've done to keep the place you held in his heart. you feel evicted, as though you've been pushed out and told to find another place.

you try and find comfort in knowing there's still a place for you, where all his friends reside, but you know you will always ache for the place you held for what felt like so long.

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[lillianlilie]

Honestly i kind of think the mechanisms said ‘what passed between them then is perhaps too personal for us to speak of’ in hnoc because they actually just. don’t know what is said.

I mean. Not like they ever cared about keeping their characters privacy before so why would they now? That moment is the most emotionally charged moment of the album, the resolution of the finale and of one of the main plot strings (mordred being arthers child) so i cannot imagine them leaving it out because they wanted to.

Now there are a few options.

1. brian doesn’t know what happened. In my opinion really plausible because. well. he was still hanging. he wasn’t actually IN the room when the polycule-showoff happened so why would he know what is said? I think if this is what happened he knew about the showoff because of his prophocies, probably up until ‘I’m sorry father‘ which would also explain why he only tells arthur about his son, because that seems like the most relevant thing there (y‘know with mordred killing everyone and stuff)

I can only imagine him foreseeing that scene and kind of grasping at straws to think of what the hell to tell arthur to do in order to safe the world, eventually ending up at ‘so recognise, embrace and believe him’ because well. fatherly love can’t hurt, right?

2. he doesn’t want to tell.

a) maybe he knew that the mechs would forget him in the sun and that’s why he tried to prevent the world from ending, which would potentially make his not-telling a revenge fuck you to the rest of the crew for leaving him. This also makes sense because it would be justifiable in both mje and ejm mode and i can’t imagine none of the mechanisms tried switching his mode when he refused to talk.

This also makes me think of a distraught crew trying to get brian to talk, while he just sits there smug. Except for nastya whom brian has told before but enjoys their suffering too much to tell.

b) but also, they hadn’t actually seen him for a millennia at that point so maybe they forgot that switching his morality switch was a possibility. This gives us another option if they wrote the album while he was in mje mode: He saw what happened but genuinely thinks ‘its too personal for [them] to speak of’, which would mean that line came from him. Maybe because he was genuinely emotionally attached to mordred, arthur and their world, which also makes sense with his effort to safe the world.

Maybe after leaving earth the toy soldier flips the switch because it wanted something from him that he would only do while in ejm. Then, when jonny expresses his frustration again about brian keeping quiet he happily starts talking about what happened. The crew just stares tiredly. Raphaela asks why he decided to tell now (‚just because you wanted to annoy us? By waiting until we finished the last concert?‘) but before he can answer ts pipes in like ‘Oh No, I Just Switched His Mode! We Talked and Were Both In The Mood For A Fight But He Didn’t Want To Start It, So I Switched Him To EJM!’. When asked why it didn’t remind them of the switch when they made the album it says it didn’t think they forgot about such an important part of brian and just didnt want to switch for whatever reason. ‘I Wasn’t Sure What Your Reason Was, But I Just Thought It’s Not My Business!’ Cut to a lot of defeated deadpans (and a guilty frown from marius) and ivy announcing she’s going to bed.

3. he forgot. He did spend a millennia in the sun so like. What did they expect?? That he remembers every little detail? He’s not ivy.

#it talks??? #the mechanisms #hnoc #high noon over camelot #drumbot brian

[lolathestoryteller]

First date jitters (April 3rd; Celebrate) @jilymicrofics

third day third drabble :) I might be a bit too excited LoL, anyways, read below!

„I think this is a cause for Celebration!“ Sirius smirks, elbowing his best mate in the side.

James rolls his eyes, swatting Sirius‘ arm away. „Come off it, Pads.“ he groans, though he can’t hide the blush that still reddens his cheeks.

„Huh? Oh, sure, no big deal…you‘ve just been dreaming of this day for-bloody-ever.“ Sirius replies, beyond amused by his best friend‘s sudden fluster. „Don’t think I didn’t see all those hearts you drew around Evans‘ name in your notes, Prongs.“

„He’s right, you are a bit of a simp when it comes to Lily.“ Remus, who’s been quietly observing his friends, agrees. „But, I’m really happy for you, James. You’ll have a great time, don’t worry.“

James runs a nervous hand through his hair, sitting down on the sofa next to Remus. „I don’t want to mess this up,“ he admits quietly. „I‘ve wanted to go on a date with her since third year, y‘know? And now she — Lily Evans — actually asked me out! I really don’t want to mess it up.“

Sirius comes to sit down as well, giving James‘ back a compassionate clasp. „You won’t mate,“ he says genuinely. „She likes you, even I gotta admit it.“

Remus smiles briefly at Sirius, before nodding. „You should take her out to Hogsmeade on the next visit. Lily loves the three broomsticks‘ butterbeer, you know, says it’s her favourite.“ he advises.

„Not a good spot to hook up though,“ Sirius ponders. „Considering there‘d be all the other students — oh, and probably some Professors, although…you could always take you invisibility cloak—“

„Alright!“ James interrupts quickly, his cheeks turning scarlet. „Thanks Padfoot…“ he says sarcastically.

Sirius smiles, very obviously pleased with himself. „My pleasure.“

„Anyways…“ Remus concludes with a sigh, standing up to grab their forgotten glasses of pumpkin juice, and handing them to his friends. „I think Sirius‘ right about one thing — we should celebrate.“ he raises his own glass, smiling brightly. „To James’ and Lily’s first date!“

„After three years of brutal rejections, she finally asked him out!“ Sirius adds teasingly.

James raises his glass as well, a warm feeling bubbling in his chest. „What can I say,“ he shrugs, grinning from ear to ear. „She’s worth the wait.“

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[buckysmith]

You always meet twice in life

Recom Miles Quaritch × fem. Human. reader (Story not one shot)

„You always meet twice in life" but how could you meet someone who was already dead?

Well, let's see...

Part 1

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Sometimes life doesn't play out the way you want.

Sometimes you have everything one day and nothing the next.

Life doesn't ask how you are, if you like it or how you want it, life tests you, life tests you every single day until the day you die….

And sometimes something so big comes from one decision....

Your gaze settles on the sleeping baby in your arms, his eyes are closed and you can still see this lightly glistening of his tears on his cheeks.

You hug the baby in your arms a bit tighter while you close your eyes.

You can dully hear the screams and arguments from the next room.

You can't really hear what it's about, but you can guess. It is probably about yourself and the baby in my arms, both of you are too young to be sent off from pandora, but already old enough to be blamed for the sins of your species….

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A warm hand rests on your cheek as you look up "I know Miles will be safe with you (y/n), promise me that no matter what happens to me you will take care of him, promise me that even if I don't come back he will be safe, that he won't have to pay for the actions of his father or his mother. Promise me that you will never leave him alone, please, promise me that you will love him like a mother loves her child" You look into the brown eyes of Paz, Miles' mother, who is standing in front of you with tears streaming down her face. Her voice is brittle, rough and quiet.

In the background the sirens can already be heard, signaling that in a few minutes the battleships will fly out to destroy the holiest of all Na'vi.

"I promise"

Her eyes soften for a breath of a moment before she pulls you to her, kissing your forehead only to press a kiss Miles' forehead as well.

"I love you my son.... I hope we see each other again....."

Her voice still echoes in your mind and the image of her moving away from you, turning to you and miles one last time before disappearing into the crowd of soldiers plays over and over in your mind.

You knew that she would not come back, you knew that she had died in battle, as had your parents and many others, be it humans or Na’vi.

You can feel your heart tighten painfully, while your stomach drops and your eyes start to burn.

You can't show any weakness now, you can't let anyone see how scared you are, how painful the loss of your parents is, the loss of the people you thought were friends.

You have to be strong for the baby, you have to be strong for miles.

Your thoughts are interrupted when you hear the door of the room you’re in opens. You open your eyes, only to look at the person who has entered the room. You know him, or better you know his face. He is one of the scientists who work- no, who worked with your mother.

His eyes are filled with many emotions, just like yours are.

His gaze turns to you before he kneels in front of you and almost nervously rubs his hands together.

"We can't send you away from here, just like we can't send the little man y‘know..." his gaze breaks from your eyes to look at Miles after more attempts to get you to speak have failed.

"His mother trusted you with him before she left, didn't she?" You nod as he sighs and sits himself down on the floor in front of you. He takes off his glasses, puts them in his coat pocket, before looking in your eyes again. "I know you don't want to talk to me, you're scared and maybe you don't quite understand what's happening right now but I want to tell you that you're safe, both of you are safe. No one is going to hurt you." His voice is calm while he keeps eye contact to make you believe he's not lying.

"You don't have to talk to me either if you don't want to, I just want you to listen to me. " He averts his eyes from you for a moment to get something out of his pocket. "We have found two families who would take you both in, separately, they are also scientists and have worked closely with your mother we think they’re gre -."

"I'm not going to separate from Miles, I'm not going to any people either, I'm old enough to take care of myself and Miles." You interrupt him almost harshly and hug Miles a little closer. "I understand that you-." He starts to speak, but you interrupt him again before standing up, lightly holding Miles' ears shut, giving the Scientists a dirty look from above. "His mother has given me the task to take care of him like a mother, I will keep my promise to her. I know I'm very young, I know you think I'm a stupid child who doesn't understand the situation I’m- we’re in, but I understand it well enough!" You feel the lump in your throat slowly dissolve while you keep eye contact with him. "I lost my family just like he has, I don’t want to play family with someone so mercifully sacrificing to take me or Miles in, that's pathetic and I don't want that. I also made a promise to his mother to take her place in case she died, and we both know she did.... I'm not asking for much, I just want to keep my promise...I'm begging you, give me a chance to prove myself. Please give me one chance." His gaze softens before he opens his mouth and ......

Like I said, a single decision can change a lot in your life. Sometimes that decision ends in defeat, but sometimes it opens a door to a new horizon.

Sometimes you have nothing one day and everything the next.

#recom miles quaritch x reader #miles quaritch x reader #Recom miles quaritch x human reader #avatar the way of water #avatar 2009 #new story #na’vi x reader #Spotify

[writingquestionsanswered]

Hello! A quick thank you for your many tips on writing—they’re so helpful and you have so much experience that it’s crazy! Thank you so much!

Onto my question (apologies if it’s a re-ask): how would I make a scene haunting, creepy or sinister? For context, I’m dabbling in writing southern gothic, and in my scene, the MC finds the deuteragonist curled up in a cemetery as a ghost (their body was stolen from them some hours ago). I want the scene to feel creepy and haunting to readers to immerse them a bit into the world and to fit the mood of the moment, as the characters are at their lowest and, y‘know, someone’s body was just stolen, leaving their spirit detached.

How to Make a Scene Haunting, Creepy or Sinister

Thanks for your kind words! ♥

There are two keys to giving your scene the haunting, creepy impact you want it to have:

1 - Established Context - If at all possible (if this scene isn't the very beginning of the story), it helps to build context ahead of time in any way you can. Context for who these people are, why it matters that the MC finds the deuteragonist curled up in the cemetery, the possibilities for what might have happened to them, what was/could be lost and what can still be gained (stakes), etc. Again, if this scene is your opener, you won't be able to establish this stuff ahead of time, but you can hint at some of it as the event is unfolding. You can drop hints and information about who these people are, what's happening, why it matters, what's at stake, etc.

2 - Establishing the Mood - Cemeteries can actually be quite beautiful places... moss covered stone, golden sunlight glittering through verdant tree branches, whispering wind gently kissing fragrant grasses and colorful flowers as birds chirp overhead. What's happened here is I've used sensory details to create a different mood from the one you're imagining... this is a place of beauty and serenity, filled with lovely sights (moss, glittering sunlight, greenery, flowers), sounds (birds chirping, wind whispering), scents (fragrant grasses), etc. But you can do the opposite, too. Crumbling, moss-covered stone, pale moonlight filtering through bare tree limbs, howling wind, the scent of dead grass and decaying flowers, the mournful cry of a distant bird... See how the mood changes completely? The key is to paint a picture using sensory details... what can be seen, heard, smelled, and (if applicable) felt or tasted? Also, don't forget as part of feel/felt to consider emotional details, as in what the characters are feeling on an emotional level as this scene unfolds around them.

These posts go a little further into that kind of imagery, and also how you can still create creepy imagery without the help of nighttime.

Horror by Darkness Horror by Daylight Adding Emotional Details to a Horror/Tragedy Scene

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[maidenofmice]

The slender acacia would not shake

One long milk-bloom on the tree;

The white lake-blossom fell into the lake,

As the pimpernel dozed on the lea;

But the rose was awake all night for your sake,

Knowing your promise to me;

The lilies and roses were all awake.

They sigh'd for the dawn and thee.

Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls,

Come hither, the dances are done,

In gloss of satin and glimmer of pearls,

Queen lily and rose in one;

Shine out, little head, sunning over with curls,

To the flowers, and be their sun.

There has fallen a splendid tear

From the passion-flower at the gate.

She is coming, my dove, my dear;

She is coming, my life, my fate;

The red rose cries, *She is near, she is near;'

And the white rose weeps, 'She is late;'

The larkspur listens, 'I hear, I hear;'

And the lily whispers, 'I wait.'

She is coming, my own, my sweet;

Were it ever so airy a tread.

My heart would hear her and beat,

Were it earth in an earthy bed;

My dust would hear her and beat,

Had I lain for a century dead;

Would start and tremble under her feet,

And blossom in purple and red.

[excerpt from Lord Tennyson‘s Maud I, XXII.]

So i was briefly exposed to this poem in an art history seminar on the Victorian Era a few months ago, and because I am totally normal, all I could think about was how well it fit Aki on at least two layers. One: the entire linking of Maud with flowers, especially the rose, for obvious reasons works so so well. Especially the title „Queen Rose of the Rosebud Garde of Girls“ makes so much sense. And the second layer is a little deeper but also totally supported by my own confirmation bias. Maud is described to be deceptively beautiful but incredibly cold looking, with a stern expression and a complexion that makes her appear almost dead. I haven‘t read the entire poem down to detail but from what I could gather, the lyrical protagonist falls in love with her (and grows increasingly obsessed) after a disagreement between their fathers lead to his father‘s death, so at the beginning he tries to get back at Maud‘s father through her, but ends up being bewitched by her in the process, eventually dueling and killing her brother etc. etc. it‘s all very Victorian. Maud is mostly passive in this, never actively described to do anything and yet she is said to be both the best thing in the lyrical protagonist‘s life while at the same time being his demise.

Retrospectively one could assume that both of these things are not inherent to her character and just qualities assigned to her by the men in her life. In the Victorian era there was almost a popular belief that there were two opposing kinds of women: femmes fragiles and femme fatales, the first kind being dependent and almost sickly but on the other hand sweet and kind and docile, while the femme fatale as in popular media today is independent yet violent and oftentimes promiscuous.

It‘s an interesting duality that I see in Aki in a way (helped by the image of roses, y‘know, they‘re beautiful flowers with delicate blossoms but also piercing thorns which the show uses actively to characterize this duality in Aki) , but in a way where it has always been decided for her instead of by her. She‘s violent at the start because that is the side of hers that is fostered by Divine and towards the end of the show her caring nature shines through instead. Interestingly enough though, she is less independent when in her „femme fatale“ stage, which is really just her anger and pain towards abandonment as a young teen not being dealt with properly. She was never a true femme fatale to begin with and neither has she ever been and will ever be a femme fragile. She‘s just Aki, with both all the hurt she‘s had to experience but just as much all the times she got to experience genuine happiness, a lot of which comes from being taking care of by and caring for her friends.

There are a lot more thoughts in my brain about how women were characterized in literature throughout the decades, using the image of the rose — a sort of de-humanization of the woman and at the same time a personification of nature as woman. We talked about this extensively in another seminar on nature songs but that would exceed ALL limits on this post.

So instead just take this little drawing I made of my Queen Rose. She enables me to do things in my art I never knew I could do.

#yugioh 5ds #aki izayoi #akiza izinski #yugioh 5ds fanart #YuGiOh 5ds Aki #i am in fact not normal #especially not about her #or this trainwreck of a show #sorry I’m one third Art history student #inspired by victorian art #inspired by poetry #i have so MUCH MORE TO SAY ABOUT HER #TALK TO ME

[officersnickers]

What do you think of season 2 of TPN? Personally, I think it's not that bad and I read the manga.

Let's make a list for this! 😎

Strong points of The Promised Neverland Season 2:

great opening

the first two and a half episodes were nicely done with cuts in the story I can accept due to the limits of the medium anime

Gilda getting at Emma‘s ass? hilarious

the hunting scene with Emma and Sonju was one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen in my life with wonderfully done, fluid animation and genius callbacks to S1

great visuals througout the whole season, ngl (e.g. Norman‘s speech in his coat? chef‘s kiss)

bebe Norman? Sign me the fuck up! also his downfall to madness in Ep.8 was a joy to watch

James animated! and coloured! moving and speaking and... dying?

no words:

ACTUALLY YES WORDS FUCK YEAH THEY LET ISABELLA LIVE THANK YOU THAT‘S ALL I EVER WANTED AND SURELY DIDN‘T SAVED THIS SEASONS ASS BUT MADE US ALL GO BONKERS AND THAT‘S MORE THAN I EXPECTED IT TO HAPPEN AT THIS POINT!!! 😍😍

sorry for the screaming. I will behave now

overall, they had clearly visions and ideas, even original ones I'd love to see Cloverworks develop even further and differ from the manga's original story

That being said, what didn‘t work (for me)?

With all the original ideas they had, they surely did nothing with them, sadly

the anime could have given us more time with the kids adapting to the demon world, Norman‘s time in Lambda, even them travelling with Mujika and Sonju, but noooo…

characters being flatened. Emma turned into a self-loathing mess, Ray‘s now not caring about anyone besides his family, and Norman… was pushed into our faces every few seconds because everyone missed him so much and couldn‘t function without him. Whack

these motherfuckes we spend way too much time with:

I hate them... so much 🤮

they put Emma back in a skirt. do I need to tell you more?

y‘know

why is Cislo white again?

framing the one black guy we got as the traitor (even if was for just one episode) wasn't the best move Cloverworks

HOT AIR BALLOONS?!?

WHAT IS THE NEW PROMISE?! THIS SERIES IS CALLED PROMISED NEVERLAND YOU HAVE TO TELL US ABOUT THE NEW PROMISE!!

A CLIPSHOW?! THAT'S WHAT WE GOT AT THE END?!?!

I will never recover from this:

Overall, that's just how I feel about this "adaptation":

But whoever had their fun and joy with S2 is so much stronger than I am and earns bothing but my respect. Just let me cry in no gay dads we never got to see for a while now, okay?

#you really had the nerve to make me remember S2 XD #this post is a rollercoaster. please don't be mad about any spelling mistakes #Snickers babbles #the promised neverland #tpn #ynn #yakusoku #yakusoku no neverland

[threehuskiesinatrenchcoat]

Holy fuckin shit thank you so much! I’m so glad you like it (and caught the hints I threw in there when it came to Ale‘s true form) like i was legit blushing and giggling u can’t imagine

Your approval means a lot to me and I‘m absolutely loving the headcanons you and @instantpartykidrascal came up with! Those are bangers and had me cackling, especially the part about the shadows definitely thinking Graves fucks his car. bc he does

At what point does a crack au turn into a proper au? We should tread carefully O_o

Well, now we come hehe to the fun part. I‘ve never written robot smut before, so like, it could definitely be improved upon, but it exists and you will have to suffer through it lmao this picks up right after the first part, but i plan on posting all of it on ao3 if it’s more comfortable to read in one go fyi

Pls, enjoy this definitely not seriously treated crack!

Alejandro laughed, and Phillip was sure this was Alejandro, with the metallic sound and similar body language and the fire in his gaze that seemed to burn him from the inside out. "Not what you expected?" He didn’t know an answer to that, the other’s voice sounding so much richer like this. Phillip opened and closed his mouth, running his hand through his hair. His skin felt hot- was he blushing?! Why was he blushing? The alien, the car, had his car always been Alejandro? With the quiet whirr of a well-oiled machine, Alejandro moved closer, his face now inches away from the still speechless human. "Are you alright?" He sounded genuinely concerned and Phillip nodded quickly, not wanting him to worry.

"Yea, yeah uh, it’s just a bit… unexpected, y‘know. You being a car robot machine alien and all…" For fuck‘s sake, he sounded pathetic stuttering like that. He crossed his arms, but still couldn’t help the fidgeting once it started, his fingers drumming on his bicep, shifting his weight without actually removing himself from Alejandro’s orbit.

Cold metal touched his arm, effectively stilling his movement as his eyes jumped to look at the alien’s face and his heart skipped a beat. Shit. "I know it’s a lot to adjust to. Your heartbeat is quite irregular. Am I scaring you? Do you want me to leave?" If only he knew why Phillip‘s heart actually started its rampage, he‘d probably find it incredibly amusing.

Now that he thought about it, there wasn’t a reason not to tell him. He knew himself well enough to know this wouldn’t leave his mind anytime soon and being alone would make it way worse. "Please stay, I‘m just trying to not jump your bones right now."

Alejandro blinked a few times before sounding teasing when he responded. "I don’t have bones if that wasn’t obvious." Phillip groaned in annoyance.

"You know what I mean. Stop trying to distract me!" The alien chuckled and he felt his face grow even warmer at that. Watching Alejandro’s gears shift as he raised his hand to gently place it on his shoulder, he had to desperately hold himself back to not lean into it. He didn’t want to make the other uncomfortable, but seeing the restrained power with which he moved made Phillip‘s imagination go into overdrive. Just thinking about the strength with which he could ruin him made him realize a far bigger problem. Was it possible? It was pretty clear Alejandro was closer to a machine than an organism, but then again, he was able to change his appearance, able to change shape. What was stopping from taking a more… favorable shape?

"Phillip? Are you listening?" Oh no, no he wasn’t. Had the other been talking this whole time? What if he‘d said something important and Phillip hadn’t heard any of it because he was too lost in thought contemplating the technicalities of fucking the alien. Oh god, that was humiliating. He buried his face in his hands.

"I‘m sorry, you were saying?" The other‘s grip moved slowly, touching his neck. The metal felt so cool against his heated skin, it was such a relief. No, he should focus! Just then he heard Alejandro speak up again. There was a slight gravel to his voice, a rumbling quality usually only heard when he talked about a topic he had strong opinions on, when he was upset. Had Phillip upset him? Should he apologize a second time?

"You’re doing it again. Calm down, it feels like you are burning up." The human stopped himself from making a raunchy joke about that, but only just. Alejandro must’ve read his thoughts on his face though, as he grinned and winked before growing serious again. "Be honest, do you actually want this?"

Phillip had never nodded so fast in his life. Embarrassed, he slowed down and spoke up. "Yes, I want you. Please?" He wasn’t even sure what 'this' was, but he knew he wanted Alejandro, no matter if he was a handsome guy or giant robot. The thought hit him full speed. He was about to fuck a robot, or better yet, get fucked by one. Maybe he should ask, because in an amusing reversal of roles the alien seemed to have lost his speech. "So, how does this work?"

He really hoped the other knew the answer to that, because he didn’t. He had ideas, sure, but were they possible? Debatable. The whirring noise always present in the background since Alejandro had revealed himself got a bit louder before dying down again. "Hm, that is a good question. Would this work?" While voicing his question, his body seemed to shift. Despite the limited room in the garage, Phillip could watch very clearly as the other’s parts rearranged themselves to resemble something distinctly dick-shaped. Oh he would definitely need a lot of lube for that, but he could take it, even if it was the last thing he ever did.

Noticing his own staring, he quickly looked back into Alejandro’s eyes and grinned at him. He knew he must look a bit feral like this, pupils blown wide and heart rabbiting in his chest, but he couldn’t care less, especially when the fire in the other’s eyes seemed to burn brighter as well. "It‘ll do, I‘ll make sure of it. Just gotta go grab something real quick, yeah?"

He didn’t wait for an answer, eager to go grab lube from a secret stash he had just a few meters away in his hallway- for emergencies- and returned just a minute later back in the garage. As he stepped in, he got hit with the sheer size and mechanical beauty Alejandro was. Alejandro, who’s still slightly crouching, now staring directly at him with a tilt to his head. His gaze swept over Phillip’s body appreciatively. The human could feel himself blush again, as well as a heat start to pool in his stomach. It only took a few quick steps to reach the other again and he triumphantly held up the spoils of his arduous journey for him to inspect.

"Lubricant? Were you expecting this?" Alejandro sounded amused, chuckling when Phillip blushed even harder while shaking his head in denial. He hadn’t expected it, but god, he had hoped.

It was easy work getting rid of his clothing, Alejandro helping as much as he could, but still so very careful as to not hurt the human. He ended up in his lap. The alien slowly ran his hands across the other’s skin, his touch light. Phillip leaned into him, technically knowing he should expect the coolness of the metal, but still flinching lightly. He didn’t let it deter him, though and soon it was slowly warming up. It seemed to actually warm up from inside of the alien and Phillip felt powerful knowing he‘d been the one to cause such a reaction.

The more Alejandro touched Phillip, the more desperate he grew. Deciding he‘d had enough, he leaned away a bit, grabbing the lube and squeezing some of it onto his fingers. He was sure Alejandro could‘ve helped, but he wanted it to go as quickly as possible, so he settled for fingering himself open thoroughly while the other massaged his hips, whispering encouragements into his ear.

Once he deemed himself ready, he raised his gaze up at Alejandro, not having noticed he’d closed his eyes. He positioned himself, holding onto the other’s shoulder for stability, and chanced a glance downwards. Even looking at the large metal dick just inches away from where he wanted it had him biting his lip, trying not to whine. "Are you really sure?" Phillip looked back up at the other again. He knew Alejandro asked because he cared, but he was growing impatient. Leaning his forehead against the alien‘s, he tried to sound less breathless than he actually was.

"If I don’t get you inside me right now, I swear I‘ll loose my mind." He would’ve called what Alejandro did 'choking on his own spit' if he‘d been human, but in this case some of the alien‘s moving parts seemed to stutter before the quiet mechanical whirring that had become part of the background noise picked up in volume. Phillip grinned and slowly lowered himself.

He felt so full, it was ridiculous. The unforgiving metal inside of him wasn’t as cold as most other parts. He took deep breaths, slowly adjusting to the feeling of it filling him in every way possible. It felt like heaven. "Are you good?" He hummed and nodded, still adjusting.

Alejandro moved and Phillip almost screamed in ecstasy as he felt the vibrations of the machinery shoot through him, inside of him. He buried his face in the other’s chest, uncaring of its hardness, just seeking to be as close as possible.

"Move, please please please, move!" The alien answered by following his request. He desperately scrambled to hold onto Alejandro, any part of him, as the force of the thrusts felt like they shook his whole body. Any semblance of thought fled his mind, the only things he was able to concentrate on were Alejandro and the way his dick hit his prostate every single time. He soon came, screaming the other’s name.

It took a moment for him to recover any coherent thought. Distantly, he noted the slightly dried teartracks on his face and his own cum splattered all over the metal plates of Alejandro’s stomach. "Hm, sorry 'bout tha'." His speech was slurred, but luckily Alejandro understood him.

"It’s quite alright, I enjoyed myself. It’s good to know you did, too." Phillip couldn’t help but giggle.

"I very much did, holy fuck." They sat there together for another moment before he grew uncomfortable and stood up with Alejandro‘s help, wincing at how empty he felt. They cleaned up and Phillip threw on his shirt and boxers from before again, too lazy to get something new to wear.

Sitting together, the human on Alejandro’s lap with some of the couch‘s cushions for comfort, Phillip lazily traced the other’s visible circuits with his eyes. They talked a lot and cuddled as much as was possible with one party made of metal, swapping stories. Especially since Phillip now knew what Alejandro actually looked like, a lot of things he‘d told him made way more sense and he almost slapped himself for his obliviousness.

One thought had him pausing mid-sentence. "Wait, you were my car. Does that mean technically I‘ve been inside you before?" Alejandro froze immediately. Phillip would bet his entire life savings if cybertronians could blush, he definitely would be. When he stayed silent, the human started laughing; ignoring the other’s annoyed stare, he gave his cheek a quick peck as an apology, still grinning. Soon they settled for the night together, content as they could be.

uh um um uhh fhjadjakjd ily 👉👈 you're very sweet thank you 🥺

also like i think let's be real here. at this point the crack au already turned into a proper au and we need to embrace that. no turning back

that said,

AGAHDJAHSGAGFSFAFSGSKFJSKJ IM SO FUCKING FERAL FOR THIS LMAO

i love how alejandro is concerned that graves is scared/gonna kick him out/etc and meanwhile graves is literally the one lagging and overheating about to die from how horny he is rn

secret stash for emergencies huh. alejandro has every right to tease him about it. thank you for a healthy dose of alien robot smut this is just what the world needed. healed my heart

and the way they're soft and cuddly afterwards and share stories and stuff im 💙😩

ngl i was thinking about the "ur the car so I've been inside you already" joke before as well so me and graves share the same braincell on this one. i would totally say that too. go off. make your alien boyfriend flustered. i love that he managed to pull it off more than once. alejandro was not prepared for his levels of fucked up

[devils-dares]

Congratulations on the milestone!!!

Can we get fluff #12 with Male!reader(or gender neutral)💛

hello love! thank you so much, i hope you enjoy!

explicitly male!reader (mentions of boyfriend, use of male gendered pronouns)

17. “Could you say that again?” “Were you not listening?” “No I was, I just like hearing your voice.”

Matt can feel the joy radiating from you as he hears you enter his office. He smells the lunch you picked up on your way here, his head shaking as he can already feel the grin growing on his face.

“Thank God you’re here, please pull Matt out of his work.” Foggy says.

“That’s exactly what I’m here for!” You say cheerily as you push Matt’s door open.

You close the door behind you and walk towards Matt’s chair to forcibly roll him away from his work.

“Just give me five minutes? I promise I’m almost finished with the rough draft for my opening statement.”

“Let me think… no. You need to take a break! I brought you food, come and have lunch with me.” Matt sighs as if you’ve forced his hand, but the truth is that he could never deny you.

You give him his to-go box full of food and open yours, mouth watering at the smell of it hitting your nose.

“So how’s your day going? I missed you leaving this morning.” You ask and Matt hums at the bite of food he took.

“It’s going alright, y‘know? Had a couple interviews with potential clients this morning, and now I’m working on the rough draft for the bodega rent case I was telling you about yesterday. The landlord’s not budging on his stance that rent was never paid, but the bodega owner just came up with the bank statements that prove that the landlord cashed the rent checks, so that’s a pretty open-and-shut case. Karen’s gone out to the DA’s office to grab some files regarding the self-defense case we’ve ended up taking…” He kept talking as you watched his mouth move, his tongue darting out every so often to moisten his lips. You watch as his dimples form when he talks about something exciting to him, his crows feet crinkling his eyes in the most handsome of ways.

“Honey?” His voice breaks you out of your trance of admiration.

“Sorry, could you say that again? I missed out on that last part.”

“Were you not listening?” He asks.

“No I was, I just like hearing your voice.” His nose crunches at the compliment as he smiles.

“What a flirt, my boyfriend. I asked you about your day, lover.” You smile back at him.

“My day? Oh, it’s going swimmingly.” You say briefly.

“That’s it? No descriptions? Nothing special about it?”

“I’m going to be honest, I just want you to keep talking.” He smiles and shakes his head.

“There’s always an ulterior motive with you, isn’t there?”

“It’s not the looks that are keeping me here, Murdock, and if it were your personality, I’d be billing the firm for my therapy.”

“I’m not that bad.” He hears you scoff, and somehow the grin that’s making his face sore grows wider.

“I’m dating Daredevil, handsome, it is that bad.” The two of you laugh at your comment.

“Oh come on, you’ve known me since Columbia. The second I asked you to be mine, you should have known what you were getting into.”

“Yeah, but I was hopelessly, madly in love with you, I didn’t know you’d be clinically insane, getting beat up nightly.”

“Was?”

“I’ll have you know I have a laundry list of suitors just waiting to snatch me up.”

“Wait til they find out you’re Daredevil’s ex-boyfriend.”

“Breaking us up already? You’d still walk me home on my night shifts, right?”

“Unlike your past tense, I am still hopelessly, madly in love with you, of course I’d walk you home.”

The two of you pause your talking to continue eating your food that’s gone cold during your conversation. By the time you two finish, Matt’s lunch hour is up and you dread the walk home.

“You should come with me, say you’re sick for the rest of the day so I can cuddle with you or whatever the kids are doing nowadays.” He laughs.

“You know exactly what the kids are doing nowadays, and I can’t just say I’m sick even if it’s hurting me that I can’t hold you. I’ll be home in a few hours anyways, you can wait that long.”

“That laundry list of suitors is looking better and better, I’m sure one of them would call in sick for me.”

“Ha ha, so funny. How about this, go home without complaining or making me feel bad, and maybe Daredevil takes a night off tonight.” You quickly grab the to-go boxes, now empty, and toss them in the trash.

“Okay, love you, bye!” You kiss his cheek and rush out the door. Matt just shakes his head and grins again.

“Aren’t you happy I told you to ask him out? God, you look like a puppy that just got his first toy.” Foggy leans on the doorframe of Matt’s office.

“Shut it, Fog.”

#matt murdock #matt murdock x you #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock fanfic #matt murdock fluff #matt murdock x male reader #matt murdock x male!reader #daredevil #daredevil x you #daredevil x reader #daredevil fluff #daredevil fanfic #daredevil x male reader #daredevil x male!reader #marvel #marvel fanfic #100 follower celebration #dev writes

[archduke-enver-gortash]

Ooohh!! ❌, 📙, and 💚 for Ollie; ⭐, 💙, and 💜 for Ven, and 🌸 for both?

❌Answered!

📙Answered!

💚 Talk about some of the traumatic events in your OC‘s life. These events can be ones that have happened to them or a loved one. These events can be or major.

there’s one major thing that happened when he was a young adult that i feel like talking about right now. (also gonna just say that this was before he knew he was trans for timeline reasons, but i‘m still gonna refer to him with he/him pronouns.) oleander was a nomad in the river kingdoms for most of his life before the crusade, and one day he got injured pretty badly (he‘s also not much of a fighter before the crusade) and got healed by a guy named rené (not a super good fantasy name but i don’t care honestly lol) from a village nearby. long story, but they really get along and ollie works his people magic and the chaotic good rené does like him in spite of him being y‘know. an insane lamashtan. the village gets wind of this however and the townspeople kill rené. oleander obviously gets super angry and goes to burn it to the ground, but as it turns out, rené is still alive, had terrible guilt and decided to betray him and lure him into a trap. oleander survives, but barely. the nasty scar on the left side of his face (and the loss of his eyesight in his left eye) came from this debacle. rené is like. the last person alive and oleander kills him in a fit of rage, that he immediately regrets. he ends up eating his corpse while crying hysterically. it’s a very disturbing image in my head.

⭐️ What is your OC afraid of? Any crippling phobias or some such? How do they act when scared and what helps them calm down? Does anyone ever find your OC scary? Why?

genuinely the only thing ven is afraid of is people actually seeing and knowing her. she‘s not afraid of anything else. like so fearless that it’s scary to others and dangerous for her. i don’t think people are afraid of her; she’s a 4‘9“ gremlin woman lmao. when she’s with reg, maybe. but that’s more on reg and not on her.

💙 Answered!

💜 Music or Silence? Swords or Spells? Cities or Nature?

music!!! anything is better than silence for her.

spells, she’s a kineticist and there’s just so much more fun you can have with spells.

cities mostly, but only because there’s more interesting shit happening there.

🌸 What does your OC‘s voice sound like? Their laugh? Are they good at singing? Do they have an accent?

so i‘m a person who doesn’t really think about their ocs voices too much, but i‘m still gonna try my best.

Oleander: creepy. sorry, but that’s just how it is. like, uncanny valley creepy. still, a lot of people who actually end up talking to him (and are at least a bit fucked up) think it’s kind of soothing and comforting. his laughing gets very loud very quickly, he’s a passionate guy! very breathy. he stims during it! he‘s probably pretty good at singing like. unholy chants or something. he doesn’t care too much about singing otherwise.

Ven: calm, relaxed, monotone. very high and a bit scratchy. her laugh is probably nasal, though she‘s more of a giggling person. she’s terrible at singing but she likes to do it anyways, sometimes specifically to make people laugh because of how terrible she is.

#thanks for the ask! #oc: oleander #oc: ven #prolifeisnochoice

[ao3screenshotss]

Honestly I think about the orphan thing— it‘s just about connotations. It‘d just how we use it. And I think that makes sense, since we all lose our parents at some point, but it‘s a special case when you use them when you‘re still a child. A childhood without a parent is different to adulthood without your parent. I don‘t think it‘s about comparing pain or dismissing it at all. I connect the term orphan to child without parents, because that‘s just how we use it. I‘ve gotten corrections on my papers for technicalities as well, and I understand why they do it (it‘s just the way that term is used— so linguistically, technically that doesn‘t work. You can express the pain using all kinds of words, orphan just isn‘t one cause she‘s an adult and we only use that term for children)

(Which makes sense, because a child without parents is a special case! Everybody loses their parents at some point, but mostly once you‘re an adult yourself. Losing one as a child is also relatively common. Losing both is rare (rarer anyway), so that‘s why we‘ve got a special term. And I know it is always painful, but please don‘t say it‘s not uniquely horrible for a child, just situation-wise. I don‘t at all mean to minimize the pain of losing any loved one at any age, I mean to say, as an adult, (like a proper adult, middle-aged) it‘s less detrimental to your situation at large. I think losing both parents during childhood deserves its own term, you know?)

(I really just want to say that I don‘t think there‘s anything mean or heartless about it, it makes a ton of sense that our language is like this. Just say she lost her father; people understand that pain, of course they do.)

(Sorry that this is so long and I just keep adding more but I want to clarify why I care about this— I think it‘s really important to be careful with heavy, like, judgment. This just feels like cynicism. If everybody‘s just quick to be cynical then where‘s the world heading, y‘know? Sry for being so serious though, and I don‘t mean to be accusatory to anyone at all)

i am so sorry oh my god i had this saved in my drafts for ages i didn’t realise i forgot to post it i replied and everything- i’m just gonna post what i wrote earlier and put it under a read more cause it’s a tiny bit long

i think i kinda understand the point you're trying to make - the words that are coming to mind for me is emotional maturity. if an adult's parents died when they were an adult, they still got to experience a childhood with their parents, but it's not the same with a child who's parents died when they were children.

i was also thinking about how i don't really see adults who were orphans as a child still referred to as orphans. i think that they still count, since they did go through the experience of losing parents when they were a child, but when they become adults they're suddenly just adults and i do think it's interesting how the 'title' (not as in a privilege or anything but you know what i mean) of orphan seems to disappear even though to the person the experience obviously doesn't (makes me think about how once you're 18 the foster care system doesn't really count you as part of them but that's too much to get into)

i think all in all you're right when it all just comes down to connotations. especially if it's how we use it and how other people we know might use it. i do understand by what you mean when you say having a term for a child losing their parents at a young age, it's a different experience than an adult would have, so it deserves its own term too.

either way, thank you for sending this! it's making me sad but it's really interesting to think about!! you did end up changing my view on the word so i'll make sure to think about that if i use it again!!!

#this started as a post about chip packets and now my brain is spinning #replies #anonymous

[iinryer]

Hiiiii for the wip game I would love to hear about #4 [redacted] fic

hi hello!! i think i’ve posted a few tiny snippets of this one but I haven’t actually ever pitched the whole thing because fhfhdh it’s an unhinged concept and I’ve been working on it for a Long time so. bear with me. the [redacted] fic is a nickname for a nickname of my ‘failed threesome fic’, in which ana and eddie invite buck to have a threesome but break up before it can happen, leaving the two of them to Deal With The Knowledge They’ve Acquired. it started as a joke concept and now it’s one of the most emotionally devastating things ive ever written hffbdhhdfh

its set in a nebulous 5a where buck and taylor never started dating because i simply think they were way more fun as sort of deranged besties. here’s a bit from the first scene:

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“Plus,” Taylor adds, the teasing edge back in her voice, “he’s obviously into you,”

Buck groans, “C’mon man, I asked you to stop saying that,”

“Yeah,” Taylor scoffs, leaning back into her original spot, “but that was because you said I had no proof. How is this not direct evidence that he’s into you on some level. He is literally asking you to have sex with him. Which means not only does he want it, but he’s also thought about it and—,”

“Okay! Okay!” Buck tries to interrupt, but it’s muffled by his hands covering his face.

“—clearly liked the idea,” she finishes anyway, grinning broadly.

Buck feels his face burning. His entire body, actually.

It can’t be that simple.

“Look, Buck,” he hears her sigh, “I can tease you about it all day long, this is like, the best ammo you’ve ever given me—,” he can’t help but snort at that, “but I can’t make the decision for you, y‘know? ‘Your body, your choice’ or whatever,”

“Or whatever,” Buck intones with a huff of a laugh, dropping his hands back into his lap, “not sure it’s my body I’d have to be worried about,”

“God, you’re sappy,” Taylor whines, not unkindly, reaching over to poke him in the shoulder a few times, “fine, whatever, if your heart can handle it, then,”

That makes Buck pitch forward with a startled laugh, “Okay, not what I meant,” he shoves at her lightly before reaching to pick his wine glass back up, “I was going to say my head, you jerk,”

“I need you to know that I’m a very good friend and I will not be taking that opportunity to make a joke about giving head, even though you served it to me on a silver platter,” she says dramatically, “and will fully understand that you meant your thoughts and feelings,”

“Wow, so kind,”

“Thanks,” she grins, flipping a lock of hair over her shoulder, “I try,”

—

[wip game: ask me about my wips]

#mailbox #i never know how to casually reference this one to people who Don’t Know The Whole Of It but fhfhdhdhd #here’s a good enough excuse as any to introduce y’all to this shit #iinryer wip #redactedfic

[xythlia]

Sorry if this seems as if I am butting in, but in response to the ‚dinosaur‘ anon: Even if Kita were looking like a dinosaur, what the hell makes you think that your comment is in any way justified??? Are you listening to yourself? She merely lightly and rightfully criticized the whole anti-aging movement going on rn, which is very much in her right, and your first reaction, instead of, y‘know, sitting down and maybe thinking about her words, is to make assumptions about her appearance?? So that means, in your opinion, people affected by a certain structure or phenomenon are not allowed to speak about and/or criticize said oppressive forces???? Their opinion is automatically worth less than yours??? They have to bow down before being allowed a voice??? Hmm that does sound pretty dangerous to me!!

Fr it‘s like y‘all have nothing better to do that sit around in bushes waiting for someone to say something negative about that anti aging cult (which doesn‘t even like… hinder you from practicing it anyway? The critics target the system as a whole, not random individuals lol..) just to hop out and start insulting people at random with literally no evidence to back you up. Pathetic.

So sorry you had to deal with this love ;_; I understand if you don‘t want to publish this but just know I am sending hugs your way 🫶🏻 I really wanna interact more with you and the other mutuals but uni is eating me alive and not in the sexy and exciting way 😐 As soon as exams are over you‘ll hear more from me! 🤞🏻

anesa <333333 u have a talent for just hitting it right on like that anon (+ most anti aging ppl) always go to attack someone for looks which they don't seem to get also undermines their claim that this insane skincare is ~just for self-care💕~ like ur admitting, every time you go after someone's looks instead of engaging w a real argument about it, that it IS all about the shallow pursuit of "beauty" n that u have the depth of a wading pool lmaooo

im so sorry schools been such a killer tho (side note: I think of u as my doctor moot :3) i hope ur exams go amazing & that u crush it!! ^⁠_⁠^

#seein u always makes me smile ur so articulate & i luv when we talk bc its like god yes i wish i could smooch ur cheek thru my screen #bc you get it n actually have good convos about things #©.interview

[soanis]

SO BASICALLY THIS IS A SERIES IM DOING, YOU CAN READ THE FULL THING ON AO3 ONLY!!! THIS IS THE FIRST CHAP AND I WON’T BE POSTING ANYMORE OF THIS STORY ON TUMBLR. IF YOU ARE INTERSTED, MY AO3 NAME IS “user73” AND THE STORY TITLE IS “i’ll think of a title later......or not”

SUMMARY: Oikawa obviously can't seem to navigate through his love life, so he is thrown through trials and tribulations when Atsumu, his hormone monster (a "monster" (looks completely human) assigned to help with things like love, sex, and other hormone shit) is assigned to him. And somehow, he gets thrown into his hormone monster's love life as well.

Watch the two win over Iwaizumi for Oikawa (although Oikawa "KNOWS" Iwaizumi doesn't look at him like that, so he does his best to make Atsumu's job 10x harder.), and Sakusa for Atsumu! (Which he technically already has but...it's..."complicated.")

CHAP STARTS HERE!!!!

Sakusa sighed, and finally paid attention to the mean begging for his attention.

Sakusa was sitting down at his desk on his computer learning about the important sex stuff all hormone monsters have to learn, and Atsumu was standing in front of the desk with his hands placed firmly down on it, and leaning over both the desk and Sakusa.

“Atsumu. For one, I’m not your boyfriend, we just fuck sometimes and that’s it. For two, I’m still in FUCKING TRAINING. I don’t wanna mangle in some human’s life love and I don’t even know what I’m fucking doing!” Sakusa replied.

“But you CAAANNN though!! Ya know yer more than damn halfway through that hormone monster school shit! Ya know you’re allowed to come! You’ve been assigned clients before! You just don’t WANT to.”

“Correct, as I JUST said.”

Atsumu sighed, and turned around to sit on top of the edge of Sakusa’s desk, and Sakusa sighed dramatically and rolled his eyes as he did so.

“C’mon! It’s the perfect job! I’d help that poor little baby Oikawa get some ass, or dick! PLUS get Iwaizumi afterward. And YOU could help Iwaizumi do tha same!! But like…replace Iwaizumi with Oikawa, for him. Y‘know?”

Sakusa crossed his arms and glared up at him. “I’m not fucking stupid Atsumu.”

“I know yer not! Yer a smart, pretty pretty boy.” He cooed, and leaned over to grab Sakusa’s jaw with his hand.

“You gonna be a good boy for me and join along the mission? I can’t do this withoutcha.”

Sakusa scoffed and slapped his hand away. “You know good and well you can. You got “Best Employee of the MONTH” six years in a ROW. A ROW ATSUMU. SIX YEARS!!”

“Only by bein’ the best.”

“Exactly, you ARE the best–”

“Ah, well shucks–”

“Meaning you can very well do this by yourself. They aren’t even yer- I mean your clients. You’re just nosey.”

“AHH MY ACCENT’S RUBBIN’ OFF ON YA AIN’T IT?!” Atsumu yelled with a smile and leaned his upper body off the side of the desk, almost falling off.

“NO. NO NO NO. AND DON’T DO THAT YOU COULD FALL.” Sakusa paused and sighed heavily and rubbed his temples.

“Just…Ask Kita or Aran to accompany you or something. They could easily fill those spots if you don’t wanna go alone.”

“Oh I’m fane (fine) goin’ alone. I just wanted YOU ta come, my sexy centipede.”

“I– WHAT?!”

“Anywho! If yer not comin’ I might as well just call my brother! Kita-san’s borin to do thangs with, no offence. And Aran’s always the life of the party, but I haven’t seen my brother in like…237 years! Literally!! Like, not even jokin’! Us monsters are eternal, and can’t die no matter how much pain we get in, obviously you’d know that. So it really is possible for me not to see him that long.”

“You haven’t seen your brother since…1785?? It’s 2022.” Sakusa leaned in with a dead serious voice.

“Yeah.” Atsumu sighed. “I miss that boy. Wonder where ‘e is now.”

“.... You want…You want to call him over? You can if you’d like....like…I just saw my sister yesterday..I couldn’t really imagine not seeing her for over two centuries.”

“Ah, well…People get busy, shit gets done. And yeah that’d be GREAT I miss him DEARLY.” Atsumu smiled.

“You know where the phone is.” Sakusa turned his head and pointed his finger toward the telephone right a couple of feet away sitting on the little nightstand next to his office bookshelf, Atsumu’s eyes following his finger.

Atsumu simply smiled and let out a little “hm!” and jumped off of the desk and walked over to the nightstand. He picked up and the phone and his mind went blank.

“How do you call a hormone monster?”

“The way you always do??”

“I don’t..Have a phone… And neither does Samu.”

“Obviously. What kind of hormone monster has a phone?” Sakusa pffts. He places his elbow on his desk and his face in his hand and watches Atsumu.

“Well yeah but..I haven’t called anyone longer than I haven’t seen him. I haven’t made a call to any non-human since 1846 and even back then they didn’t have phones. Sooo…I’ve never made a call to a non-human.”

“Then how do you talk to our co-workers?” Sakusa questions, and Atsumu shrugs.

“I usually just teleport to them. Y'know how each hormone monster has their own few individual powers that separate them from the others.”

“Mm..yeah. But if you could do that, then why couldn’t you just teleport to your brother?”

“Well.. You know me ‘n Samu’re twins ‘n all. So we have tha exact same powers. I can’t teleport ta someone who also has teleportation. Don’t know why.”

“Oh..Makes sense I…guess….Then how’re you gonna call him?”

“I’m not. Same reason I haven’t seen him in over 200 years.” Atsumu smiles and places the phone down.

Atsumu sighs and walks back to the desk, Sakusa stares at him with a bored expression and follows him back with his eyes until Atsumu is standing back to where he was before.

“Sooo..What was the point of all that if you knew you couldn’t contact him?”

Atsumu shrugs. “I don’t know. It’s good to have some hope, I just really fuckin’ miss tha guy.”

“I would do too if I hadn’t seen him in 237 years.”

“Yeah…Anywho, I gotta go. I gotta take a look at this guy’s files. Oikawa..Toru.” Atsumu says his name slowly, backing away from the desk with a smile.

“Wait! Could I like….” Sakusa leans in and squints his eyes at Atsumu. “Read them with you?” He whispers.

Atsumu raises a brow. “Why? Why would ya want to read my client’s file if ya aren’t even goin’ to help me with the other client?”

“He’s not your “client.” He was never assigned to you. And–”

“But he doesn’t HAVE a hormone monster! Nd he NEEDS onee!!! I can fill that role, baby!”

“Don’t call me baby. And I just wanna read it to make fun of him. Guy looks pathetic.” Sakusa smirks and spins his chair around. Both him and Atsumu look up behind him (in front of Atsumu) as the entire room’s lights dim and the huge projector screen comes out of nowhere, creating the only light in the room and drawing all the attention to it.

A picture of Oikawa Tooru pops up on the screen, and Atsumu’s eyes light up as he smiles brightly and gasps.

“PATHETIC?! PATHETICALLY HOT!! PATHETICLY SEXY!! IT’S SO PATHETIC HOW MUCH I WANT HIM TO SHOVE HIS DICK UP MY–”

“ATSUMU. The dude looks PATHETIC. He looks like he’d have a lot of funny moments and shit in his files.” Sakusa chuckles.

“This’s gonna be the BEST. FUCKIN’. MISSION. EVER!” Atsumu gleams.

Sakusa turns back to him and scoffs when he sees his expression. “Calm down, it's not like YOUR the one getting with him. You’re helping him get with….whatever his name is..remember?”

“Iwaizumi Hajime. And he’s fuckin’ hot too.” Atsumu smirks. The light and colors behind Sakusa changed and he noticed, so he turned back around and looked up at the screen, this time seeing a picture of Iwaizumi, his mouth fell agape.

“I’ll do it.” He whispered, and Atsumu hummed in confusion, still staring up at the screen above them.

“Do what, baby?” He questioned.

“I’ll be Iwaizumi’s hormone monster…L-...like you wanted.” He whispered, distracted.

Atsumu smiled and slowly leaned in next to his ear, leaning his body across the desk.

“Hm. “Calm down. ‘S not like YER the one gettin’ with him.” Put your tongue back in your mouth, Omi.”

Sakusa snapped his head around with a scowl on his face, ready to rinse him, but before he could:

“BYEEE!!--”

“WAIT! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW WHERE TO FIND MY CLIENT?! A-AND– AREN’T WE GONNA READ THE FILES TOGETHER?!”

“Oh yeahhh.” Atsumu smiles. In the speed of light, Atsumu spins and a whole bunch of purple and pink light and yellow sparks light up the entire room, and threaten to blind Kiyoomi if he doesn’t close his eyes.

Suddenly, Atsumu appeared right next to him and the desk, already sitting down and handing him the files that he pulled out of literally thin air.

Kiyoomi blinks. “Uh..what-“

“Are we gonna read ‘em or what Omi?“

“Well what the hell did you just-“

Atsumu cut him off with a loud “SHHHHHHHHH…” and a finger over his mouth. Atsumu flipped the folder open, grabbing Sakusa’s attention and went to the first page in there.

Atsumu read aloud, “Oikawa Toru, aged twenty-seven, DAYUM.” Atsumu bursts out laughing, and Sakusa looks at him with a confused expression.

“That bitch’s oOLD!”

“He’s literally one year older than us Atsumu. Or..human us. Us now, he’s a couple hundred years YOUNGER than us-“

“He’s pushin’ thirty. Anywho. He’s 6 foot 2, alrightttt…. Where’s all the interesting stuff?” Atsumu asks, and starts flipping through the pages.

“Wait! Stop right there!” Sakusa says when he spots something interesting, and snatched the book from Atsumu. Atsumu glares at him, but he pays no mind.

“Soulmate: Iwaizumi Hajime. There! See!?!” Sakusa says, leaning back in his chair. “No need for us, the big book of files say Iwaizumi’s his soulmate, so they’ll find each other eventually.”

“So?? I’ve taken a look at my files and my soulmate thingy is empty, and you know a guy like me doesn’t stay single. I HAVE to have a soulmate, which means the files could be wrong, or change, depending on US.”

“I doubt it.”

“I don’t. He needs help, Omi. And so do I. Help me..help….” Atsumu trails off, breaking eye contact with Sakusa and turning back to the screen, Sakusa follows.

“Him.” He pointed up at the picture of Hajime on the screen. He looked back down at the files that had Oikawa’s picture on it, and Sakusa followed his vision again. “Him. Them.”

Sakusa sighs. And turns back to Atsumu.

“I’ll think about it.”

“I know you will.”

“Don’t push it.” And Atsumu shrugs in response.

#atsumu x sakusa #sakuatsu #iwaoi #iwaoi brainrot #oikawa x iwaizumi #oikawa tooru #iwaizumi hajime #sakusa kiyoomi #atsumu miya #miya atsumu #big mouth #read on ao3 #ao3 stuff #cross posted on ao3 #lovers #romance

[aercanum]

❝  have you ever had something…missing?  like something just doesn’t feel right inside you but you don’t know what it is.  ❞  robin for eddie !  |   it’s all about the yearning  |   @bridgesburnd​​​​

“uhhh... yeah, pretty much my entire life, actually.”    it comes as no surprise to eddie that robin is having this conversation with him.  he is, in fact, the one person in the unique position of being able to understand exactly how she feels.  “don’t think i’ve ever felt right.”   it’s probably the gay thing  ---  it could be his upbringing, and all the myriad of fun ways that screwed him up psychologically.  but the way his insides twist when he thinks too long about what others him  ---  really and truly, and not in the way d&d labels him a nerd, or how his love of heavy metal banishes him to the fringes  --- tells him it’s probably the gay thing.

eddie’s smile is small, sardonic, and he wiggles his fingers half-heartedly.  “freak, remember?”

taking one last toke, eddie passes the cigarette back to robin, tilts his head back and breathes out the smoke, like a dragon.  “...but there’s nothing wrong with us,”  he decides,  “there’s nothing wrong with you, rob.”   scooting closer, until they’re pressed together, shoulder to shoulder, eddie slings an arm around robin’s shoulders, rests his cheek against her hair.  “i used to wish i was different.”   the confession is hushed, but still feels too loud in the quiet of his bedroom.  “but that didn’t feel right, either.  maybe i just haven’t found the thing yet  ---  what fills the hole, y‘know?“   suddenly glad she can’t see his face, eddie sinks his teeth into the meat of his cheek.  “might be close, though.”

#bridgesburnd #‹ eddie munson. ⌜ answered. ⌟