Reversed

Dorym Week Day 1

Prompt: Whatever Comes Next

Tbh wasn't initially going to participate, lot of mixed feelings about it but then I hit EXU Prime again and running a nostalgia party so... here it goes.

"You sleep ok?" Dorian asked as he sat beside Orym, gently nudging the halfling aside to make room in the bed.

"Yeah... yeah. At least, as much as I could get. You?"

"Yeah. I slept fine."

Orym nodded as he looked down, fiddling with his fingers. "I am... sorry for what went down yesterday. I should've been more watchful."

"What?"

"I put us all in danger because of my carelessness. If it wasn't for the random stranger... you would've... it's..."

"Not your fault." Dorian cut in. "What happened yesterday wasn't your fault."

"But it is! You should be blaming me! I should've never- Dorian, why are you laughing?" Orym asked in shock as the genasi doubled over in silent laughter.

"Oh no, it's not you. I mean, it kinda is but it just... Remember Niirdal-Poc?"

"Of course I do?"

"The one where I tried to steal some breakfast wine and you said that it wasn't my fault that I put you in danger the day before because moments like that happen? You try to do your best and hope it ends up well?"

"Yeah..."

"Sometimes, you should take your own advise."

"But I am supposed to be the guard! I am supposed to notice things!"

"And you didn't. And that's ok. You did your best. You were injured. You were tired and we've had some pretty long days before today. Tell me, is it my fault that I wasn't prepared for it? It had been my watch after all."

"No! It's not!"

"Then, Orym," he said, kneeling down before the halfling and cupping his cheek. "it wasn't your fault either. Or we take the blame equally. Up to you."

"Ok." he sighed out, not really happy with the logic because he knew it was true, just as true as his guilt was.

"We always face things together. Now and whatever comes next. You don't have to carry things alone or suppress them, alright? Fearne and I are always with you." Orym silently nodded at that as he leaned further into the touch.

"Now. Do we want to steal some breakfast wine?"

"With the citrus?"

"With the citrus."

"Normally I don't... but alright."

A blonde Career, forced into prostitution by the Capitol, reaped for the 3rd Quarter Quell alongside a loved one, punished for their “loyalty” to the Capitol, and eventually dying…

Or:

A blonde Career, forced into prostitution by the Capitol, reaped for the 3rd Quarter Quell alongside a loved one, punished for their “loyalty” to the Capitol, and eventually dying.

ok newsletter euphoria has worn off i hate love again

We've all heard of mischaracterization of characters in a ship to further that ship, but also... what about mischaracterization of their wingperson? There are too many examples to list, but for one thing...

What about when fics keep making the wingperson, being treated as the "voice of reason," tell their best friend or family member "obviously your crush reciprocates romantic love for you, or they would never have done (insert act of intimacy or devotion) for you" — but the act of intimacy or devotion is literally just something the wingperson themselves would absolutely do for a friend or family in canon? Something that the wingperson, and the character being told this is proof of romance, would themselves do out of platonic love for each other in a heartbeat?

You ruined a perfectly good mutual pining fic is what you did. Look at it. It's got unexamined amatonormativity.

50’s au where best friends billy and robin, who are very much in a lavender marriage, come into some money and move to a fancier neighbourhood meanwhile heather and steve, who are unhappily married and live in said neighbourhood find out there’s a couple moving in next door

so the day after billy and robin move in, heather goes over with a plate of cookies while steve’s at work and her, robin and billy just click straight away - billy meets steve later on when he gets home and billy’s sitting out on the porch with a drink but it’s them so obviously they immediately get off on the wrong foot

robin tells billy to sort his shit out because they can’t be making enemies when they’ve only just got here and they’ve got an act to keep up and heather tells steve to take the stick out his ass so billy and steve go out a few times for drinks to call a truce and become friends

in the meantime, robin and heather have been spending more and more time together and eventually robin sits billy down and is like ok i’ve gotta be honest, me and heather have been sleeping together and i think i’m in love with her - because robin and billy always agreed to be honest with one another and to not stay together if it was going to make them sad or if they found someone they really wanted to be with - and billy just stares at her and is like hey that’s really funny actually because i’ve been meaning to tell you that steve and i have been doing the exact same thing also i really like him .. yeah on second thought it might be love too, actually

and steve and heather talk to each other and they argue and cry and eventually they’re both like ok so what do we do now and they get billy and robin over and it’s super awkward for a moment before billy says something stupid and robin makes a joke and pulls heather to her for a hug

and billy smiles at them before turning to steve who’s looking stressed as hell and chewing on his thumb so he goes over and pulls steve’s hand away and tucks his hair behind his ear and it’s all very sad and gay

and then billy sort of pulls everyone out of their funk by spinning around and snapping his fingers and being like you know, we could all just .. stay as we are .. nothing has to change for us to get what we want and heather’s like ok how so billy walks over to the wall between their houses and knocks on it a few times before kicking it and steve’s like please don’t kick my wall but billy’s like no this wall could have a door built into it .. i could put a door between our houses

and that’s what they do, the end, happily ever after

here's hoping canon doesn't end up shipping any of the fallen heroes with each other because i've already built up an entire found family sibling dynamic for their past selves inside of my head. eternal sugar's the youngest, mystic flour the oldest (shadow milk may seem like the leader atm but his middle child energy is THERE). silent salt takes on the responsibility of keeping the group out of trouble (it's tricky, but they've grown accustomed to their friends' antics). burning spice declares themselves the others' biggest protector (they will throw hands with anyone who so much as glances at their siblings friends the wrong way). eternal sugar & shadow milk are so good at making everyone smile and laugh but also they're absolute gremlins who can and will start a ridiculously extreme prank war on a whim (shadow is not subtle in the slightest and cackles at the top of his lungs, sugar plays innocent while sporting the most devious smirks known to cookiekind). mystic flour is like a mentor to the younger four, the glue that holds them together and the light that guides them towards staying on the right track. spice & shadow regularly fight each other on and off their training grounds as a weird way to show affection, flour & salt pretend to be exasperated but find it endearing, they all value each other so much and share a house together while still protecting earthbread. they're entirely platonic and entirely family and until their soul jam corrupts, they care about each other more than anything <33

hm. i do not like chilshi 🤔

Roman: This kitchen is so disorganized! I can’t find a damn spoon anywhere!

Patton: Not to worry! I’ll buy some of those drawer dividers to organize!

*later*

Roman: *opens drawer* Patton, where are the spoons?? This drawer is full of candy!

Patton: Yes! Because I hate when my Reese’s Pieces mix in with my Skittles!

Roman: *crying* I just wanted cereal.

Patton: I have a drawer for that!

liking star wars is partly crying over obi-wan as a neat little study in grief and partly dodging obi/kin shippers as a form of extreme sport

When Mitski wrote “I will wash your hair at night/ And dry it off with care/ I will see your body bare/ And still I will live here” do you think she’d been thinking about Donna and Dick while writing it?

Title: Stars falling into the sea

Pairing: Krel and Toby (your choice of romantic or platonic)

When a shooting star streaks across the inky black, you wish on it... maybe something will happen, though stars never seem to care if they do. Toby's wishing star just so happens to nearly crash into the very boat he and his marine biologist colleagues are on- and sinks into the reefs below. Taking a dive to survey the damage done to the landing zone, Toby finds wreckage, and so happens to see something- some one, reaching out for help.

send me a title/pairing for a summary of a fic i'll never write

I have been reminded of A.ce A.ttorney and how much I love and care about E.dgeworth (IN A FAMILIAL WAY-)

On this day I see fit to remind you: Platonic!Everthrone rights.

Romantic everthrone is for the garbage, 100%. But these two just being found family? Yes. Yes we are all here for it.

"Hey, come closer I have a secret to tell you....closer....closer...!"

Smooch.

"Hee hee. I love you!"

okay but like. what if the dca looked up henna patterns and designs so they could do some for you on eid. what then

a True Vibe is shipping stiles with allison more than anyone else because of the way he always saw her as an equal and treated her with respect, more than any other stiles pairing character

truly an untainted-by-canon pair