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ghcstao3 · 9 months

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If I were to portray someone unbelievably pathetic and without any hope, would you give me another part of your #anyway mildly supernatural au?

I'll get down on my knees and pray to any god you want.

Just please give me more please.

do not even Fret i would have written more for absolutely nothing in return anyway because i just love writing AUs so much (if you could not already tell)

fun fact this is version 2.0 of what i wanted to write because tumblr didn’t save a draft and i lost everything 🫶 not edited

So much and so little time feel like they’ve passed simultaneously as John waits out the rain with Simon—and oddly enough, not once has he seen the bottom of his styrofoam cup of coffee in spite of the plentiful sips he’s certain he’s taken.

In any case.

He and Simon chat aimlessly to fill the minutes, hours, whatever it’s been—something just beyond small talk, though not by much. Not until Simon decides to face John with a rather puzzling question.

“So, then, what brings you here?”

John furrows his brow. “My car broke down,” he says slowly. He can’t help the confusion and tinge of curiosity that melt into his voice, nor can he help wondering why Simon would ask for an answer he already knows.

Yet Simon shakes his head. “No—what brings you here?”

A frown tugs at John’s lips, his eyebrows drawing ever closer. “Dinnae ken.” He shrugs helplessly, tries a different reply, “A road trip?”

Simon hums only as acknowledgment. It’s clear in the way he narrows his eyes and scrutinizes John’s face that it’s still not the answer he’s looking for.

“You’re lost,” Simon concludes.

John scoffs. “Am no’!” He exclaims, frustration laced in his tone as he folds his arms almost defensively across his chest. “I was followin’ a GPS!”

“You are,” Simon insists. “Just not in the way you think.”

With a huff, John drops his arms, instead reaching to curl his fingers back around the still-warm cup of coffee. His frown deepens. “How do you mean?”

Simon tilts his head, gaze ever-analytic. “You’re lucky,” he replies cryptically. “Or unlucky, depending on how you choose to look at it. Not many humans manage to get here.”

Now John is beyond confused. Of course, Simon had been all sorts of vague and avoidant throughout their interactions, but this? John is beginning to think this man might not be all… there.

“Human…?” John swallows. He shifts his weight between weary feet. “Why would I be anything but?”

Simon takes a step away from the counter, rounds past John only to stop at the large window looking out into a small, crumbling lot and the forest beyond the road, all blurred by heavy rain. John realizes with a start that he hadn’t really seen Simon move before that—hadn’t seen deliberate steps, the way he almost glides across the space; graceful, soundless.

It’s almost—dare John say—supernatural.

“Well, you see, Johnny,” Simon says with a mild air of amusement, and John has barely any time to process that Simon knows his name despite it never having been given as he continues, “there’s often a lot more than meets the eye in this world we live in. It just appears you’ve looked in the right place for once.”

“I don’t understand.”

Simon turns back to him, then, the glint in his eyes that same hint of unnatural as his movements. They flash, a glare almost like that of a cat’s in the dark of night.

“I don’t expect you to.”

Simon looks away from John again, a broad figure against the pale grey light that filters inside. John’s heart stutters even as he willingly brings himself closer to Simon.

“The rain will stop soon,” Simon states disinterestedly. It hardly appears like the storm would let up any time soon—the sky is still stained with dark and angry clouds—but Simon says it with such unimpressed, unwavering confidence that John thinks he may as well believe him.

“Will it?” John challenges anyway.

Simon shrugs. “Not unless you don’t want it to.”

John huffs out a quiet laugh. As strange as Simon and everything he’s said is, and as much as John has questioned everything else, he decides he’ll humour the man.

“Maybe just a bit longer, then.”

After all, John hasn’t hated lingering in the store. No harm in indulging in such silly thoughts as controlling the weather.

Simon nods. The corners of his eyes pull upward as if he’s smiling beneath the mask he’s still refused to remove. Briefly, John wonders what other things Simon may be hiding beneath it.

Simon concurs, “Then so it is.”

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heartfeltcierra · 2 years

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Marco X Reader Angst-Comfort

Warnings- Experimental abuse, mentions of needles and syringes, panic attacks and past trauma. Reader can transform into a rabbit.

Word Count- 3.5 K

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“Good morning Y/N, do you need help carrying that?” Ace gestured to the large box filled to the brim with paperwork and medical charts.

“I’ve got this. Thank you for offering.” You smile at him and continue your walk to a certain blonde's office.

“Oh I see.” You look back to see Ace smirking wildly. “You taking that to your man?”

“He isn’t my man! ” You shoot a scowl at the smirking man. You could feel heat rise to your cheeks. You wish you had never told the freckled faced man anything about your crush. Now all he does is tease you any chance he gets.

“No not yet at least. You need to go ahead and tell him how you feel.” His tone turned slightly serious. “I speak for the entire crew when I say we are sick of seeing you follow him like a love sick puppy or I guess in your case rabbit.” He chuckled at his own joke. Classic Ace behavior.

“I’ll tell him when the time is right. I don’t want to ruin our friendship or our working relationship.” You wonder if there will ever really be a “right time”.

“There is no time like the present.” Ace gave you one of his comforting wide smiles. “Besides I have a good hunch he likes you a lot more than you think. You're his precious little Y/N after all.” Ace stuck his tongue out in a taunting way.

“Shut it fire farce. Now if you’ll excuse me I’ve got to get going. Unlike you I actually work instead of flaking out on job duties.” You stick your tongue back out at him, causing a pout to form on his face.

“Whatever. Anyways I guess I’ll let you “hop” to it.” He chuckled again at his own corny rabbit joke. You watch as Ace walks away. The jolly roger on his back flexed with every step. He was proud of it, and you were just as proud of the symbol.

(Flashback)

Ever since you’ve joined the whitebeards you feel like you have the family you always wanted. Although you didn't exactly walk up and join the bunch, they more or less rescued you. When you were young your parents sold you off to a scientist for money, you spent most of your life being experimented on. The scientist planned on making a bio-engineered weapon to overthrow the world government by turning them into small weak creatures that could be controlled easily. He was almost successful. He was able to turn you into a rabbit after a few years, the only problem was you could change back into a human. Most of the time you could change at will. But sometimes it happened sporadically. He was frustrated at the fact. You’ll never forget the day he came and grabbed you from the small cage, the angry look in his eyes. He dragged you down a hallway until you were outside. The first time you had been outside in years. To your surprise you were on a ship of all things. He called you worthless, his failed experiment. Without a second look he threw you off the boat and into the dark sea below. The cold water had shocked your small body. You were never taught how to swim.

After struggling to stay above water, you were lucky enough to find a small piece of driftwood floating. It was your saving grace. At that moment you were glad to be in rabbit form, the wood would not hold up your human body weight. After a few days of floating at sea with no food or clean water along with the heat of the sun , you were so weak you could not move. The thought of dying scared you, but then again maybe things would be better if you were dead. Maybe death will bring peace. You had accepted your fate, now it was just a waiting game. You could hear the sound of faint wings flapping. All you remember after that was seeing blue wings of fire, big hands grabbing your frail rabbit body and a voice asking “Can we eat it?” Luckily Marco, the one who pulled you from the sea also protected you from becoming rabbit stew. The doctor took pity on you, he could tell you were on the verge of death and he had a soft spot for small animals. He took you to the infirmary immediately and started healing you. You were up and moving in no time. Marco would smile at your progress, not knowing the small creature in front of him was not just a rabbit. You tried hard to go back into your human form, but could not no matter how hard you tried. It was frustrating, you wanted to thank him for taking such good care of you. You also wanted to tell him your name was not “fuzzball”.

After a while you started getting used to being treated like a princess by the man. He would hold you close to his warm chest as you took a nap. He even made a small bed that sat on his work desk so could nap when he was busy. Every now and then he would caress your soft fur. His big warm hands had become your source of comfort and protection. It was unlike anything you have felt before. You have craved this feeling of safety for so long. But as they say, all good things must come to an end. One night Marco was finishing some paperwork while you watched. He placed the papers in his desk drawer and got up from the swivel chair. “It’s time for bed fuzzball.” He picked you up and cradled you in his strong arms. And just like that, poof, you were back human again. To make things worse you were as naked as the day you were born. You’ll never forget the look of utter shock Marco had on his face. He held you up for a few seconds before sitting your feet on the floor. He wrapped his purple jacket around you. And gave you a confused look.

“Thank you for taking care of me. And my name is not fuzzball, it’s Y/N!” You blurted out and smiled up at the very confused Marco. He blinked at you a few times, processing what just occurred.

“Duly noted. You stay here, I’ll go get you some clothes fuzz- I mean Y/N” Marco ran out of the room. He had seen some weird stuff before but you took the cake. He came back with clothes and gave you some privacy so you could change.

You gave him his purple jacked back and explained everything to him. The first thing he did was apologize to you for petting your fur saying “It was rude” but you assured him it was okay. He took you to meet pops and the rest of the crew. After the initial shock and questions from the crew you explained everything to Whitebeard, after he heard you never had family he asked you to join. Without anywhere else to go, you said yes and now you're officially a pirate and a child of Whitebeard.

Pops noticed how comfortable you were around Marco, so he gave you the job as his assistant/ secretary. Marco was a busy man and you know that first hand from watching. You accepted his offer. Now you mainly forged his signature on paperwork and help take vitals when it's time for the crew's check ups. It was a busy job, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. Getting to work next to Marco everyday was the best thing to ever happen.

(Flashback end)

As crazy as it sounds, you were glad that twisted scientist had thrown you overboard. You would have never met Marco or the rest of the crew if he didn’t. Fate had a funny way of bringing people together. Your trip down memory lane came to an end as you approached the door to Marco’s office/exam room. You knocked gently.

“Come in, yoi.” Marco’s voice called out. A smile found its way on your face.

“It’s just me, I got all the paperwork signed and organized.” He swiveled his body around to face you. He gave you the lazy smile he always does.

“Thank you Y/N, I appreciate your hard work.” He stood up, all 6’8 of him towering over you. He gently grabbed the box from your hands and laid it on his desk. “How are you feeling today?”

“No problem, I’m always glad to help. And I’m doing okay. I have a little bit of a headache, but nothing too bad.” Marco gave you a concerned look. You know he worries a lot about you and rightfully so considering most of your life was spent being injected with who knows what. All the unknowns made you anxious. His hand came down to ruffle your hair, he must have noticed the unease you were feeling.

“It's okay, you're okay. Would giving you a check up make you feel better?” You nod your head and sit down on the exam table. You would be lying if you said you're not nervous. You trust him fully, but being in a situation like this makes you remember things you want to forget. Marco went through a drawer and pulled out a thermometer and his stethoscope. He sat on his swivel chair and rolled over to you. “Breathe in and out normally.” You did as you were told as he moved the stethoscope over your back, listening to your lungs. “Your lungs sound normal.” He laid the stethoscope to the side and gave you a reassuring smile.

“Let me take your temperature and I’ll be done, yoi. Say ahh.” You open your mouth as he places the thermometer under your tongue. You hear a group of beeps meaning the reading was done. Marco had a concerned look on his face. “Your temp is 102. That is pretty high, I’m going to get you some meds to bring it down.”

“Okay.” You wait as Marco goes through cabinets searching for the medicine. Your eyes wander over to the small bed that is still on his desk. You still use it from time to time to take a nap. No one dares to bother you, especially with Marco around. He would beat anyone who tried to wake you up. Just last week he sent Ace flying because he was being too loud while you slept. Your heart swelled thinking about how protective he was. All the more reason you love him.

“Here we go.” Marco’s voice pulled you from your thoughts. He turned to face you and what he held in his hand made you freeze. You could feel your heart rate pick up and heat rise to your face from the panic coursing through your body. He had a needle in his hand. “Are you okay Y/N?” Marco walked closer causing you to scooch back away from him. You could only stare at him in horror.

“No please, not that.” Your voice cracked as tears spilled down your face. You kept looking at the needle and syringe in his hand. Flashbacks came crashing in, all the time you were tied down and injected with something, all the times you screamed bloody murder for it to stop. All the small scars that littered your arms. It was too much. Your body unwillingly transformed into your rabbit form. Your flight response kicked in and you bounced off the exam table and straight out of Marcos office. You need to hide, you need to find a safe place.

“Y/N?” You passed a concerned voice, but you were going too fast to understand who it was.

You ran until you got to your bedroom door. You go through the small hole Ace had carved out for you due to you sometimes getting stuck in rabbit form. At a time like this you were thankful. Your instincts to find safety landed you under your bed. Going to the main back corner, you curled into a ball and as the world collapsed around you.

~~~~~

“Hey Marco, do you know why Y/N was running?” Ace peaked his head into the door.

“Unfortunately it was my fault.” Marco held the syringe up to Ace.

“What did you do?” Ace’s face went angry as he looked at the needle.

“She has a bad temperature and I was going to give her a shot to help bring it down. I should have known better. After what she’s been through I can understand why she is afraid of needles.” Marco stood up from his chair walking towards Ace.

“I see. Well I’m relieved to know it wasn’t on purpose. If it was, I was going to kick your phoenix ass.” Ace shot Marco an intimidating look.

“That’s some tough talk for someone who wanted to cook her up, yoi.” Marco retorted.

“I didn’t know she was a human at that time! What you did was much worse, scaring the poor girl who loves you.” Ace slammed a hand over his mouth a little too late.

“I know she does.” He could tell considering you made your feelings painfully obvious. “And it’s a mutual feeling. But that's not important right now. Which way did she go?”

“She was going down that way, if I had a guess she went to her room.” Ace pointed down the hall.

“Thanks, I’m going to go make this right.”

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The same scene kept playing in your head. Your body tied up to monitors, the sound of a iv dripping. You could hear it. It felt so real. The sense of doom was suffocating. Your eyes open, you're surrounded by darkness. You wanted to move but you feel frozen in place. Your ears pick up the sound of footsteps approaching your room. They stepped closer and closer until they were still in front of your door. The doorknob shook as the door creaked open.

“Y/N are you in here.” Marco’s voice softly called out. “I want to apologize.” You wanted to call out to him, but you can’t. The fear of the past had engulfed you.

“I am so sorry. I should have taken your past into consideration. I didn't mean to scare you and I swear on my life I won’t ever make this mistake again.” His voice was riddled with guilt. After a few moments of silence, he started to walk out of the room, he must have thought you weren't in the room. You look at the one of the wooden posts that hold your bed up. You decided to kick your fuzzy leg against it to make a “thud”.

“Y/N?” Marco got down on his knees and looked at your body curled up underneath the bed. His heart shatters seeing you all alone, shaking like a leaf in the wind. “Hey there sweet girl. Can you come out for me?” Marco reached his hand out towards you. You hesitate for a moment, but you hop towards him until you sit in the palm of his hand. He pulls you out from underneath the bed and sits you on his lap.

“I really am sorry. I hope you can forgive me, yoi.” You look up at him and nod confirming you forgive him. You know he had good intentions. “I’m going to make that medicine in pill form for you. Do you feel comfortable going back to my office with me?” Again you nod your head. Marco stood up from the floor and held you close. The sound of his heartbeat was grounding you. He walks out of your room and shuts the door gently.

“It looks like you found the runaway rabbit.” Ace walked up and smacked Marco on the back. He looked down at your small form and gave you a small pat.

“Yeah, we are heading back to my office, yoi.” Marco stepped back from Ace, as if he did not want him touching you.

“Dinner will be ready soon, don’t be late. Oh and Y/N, I have bad news. Thatch said we are out of carrots.” Ace gave you a fake sad face. Without hesitation you jumped from Marco’s arms and kicked Ace in the face with your little leg. He let out a small oww and you nestled back into Marco’s arms. “That was mean.” He came eye level with you.

“You deserved it.” Marco brought you up on his shoulder so Ace couldn't get to you. “Well be there soon, I’m going to make her medicine first.” Ace nodded as you and Marco walked back towards his office.

“I’m going to start grinding the meds, you focus on turning back human if you can.” Marco sat you down on his desk. He immediately started rummaging through different cabinets and drawers. Your body was calming down with each passing second. Marco had a theory as to why you turn into a rabbit spontaneously. He thinks it's something to do with stress levels. He told you to try to picture yourself in a happy place when you were stuck as a rabbit. It was funny, because being with him was your happy place.

“Ace told me something interesting.” Marco’s voice broke your thoughts. “He more or less told me how you felt towards me.”

You looked at Marco, who did not turn to face you. He continued rummaging through cabinets. You were going to beat Ace’s ass.

“You have definitely softened me up. Ever since you’ve been around the crew says I’m more “Gentle” on them. In all honesty you have me wrapped around your finger whether you realize it or not.” He started to mix together different ingredients while you sat still, listening to his words. “I’ll never forget the time you wanted to go into town with me. I told you no, but you wasted no time turning into a rabbit and doing the little begging hands thing.” Your little trick ended up working. You and Marco went around the town collecting things for the ship. You didn’t exactly have money, but Marco insisted on getting anything you wanted.

“I guess what I’m trying to get at.” Marco turned around to face you. “I love you Y/N. I have for a while now, yoi.” He gave you a soft smile, one that melted your heart. So overcome with emotions, you jump off the desk and head straight towards Marco. Your body turned normal in the process, making you and him fall to the floor.

“Do you mean it?” You lift your body off of Marco’s, your eyes locked on his.

“I do. Here, let me show you.” His arms wrap around your midsection, bringing your face down to his. His lips met yours in a soft kiss. You felt like you could float away if his hands were not holding you to him. “Was that enough, or do I need to convince you a little more?”

“I believe you.” You had tears coming from your eyes. Marco’s hand cupped your cheeks wiping them away. “I’m sorry I’m crying, I’m just really happy.”

“It’s okay, sweetheart.” The sweet moment is destroyed by your stomach growling. Marco let out a laugh. “We better go get food before it’s gone.” He stood up, taking you up with him so your feet stood on the floor. “Take this before we go.” He poured you a glass of water before handing you the medicine. You gulped it down.

“Thank you, I feel better already.” You smile up at the blond who has a pleased look on his face.

“Good. Now we better get going before that glutton Ace eats all the good food.” You laugh at his statement.

“Maybe we will get lucky and he’ll be passed out before he could gobble it all up.” You wrap your arm around his as you head towards the deck. You could hear the crew's rowdy voices booming. Lucky enough you see plenty of food on the tables, and Ace was indeed passed out on his plate.

“Well well well. It's about time you two got together.” Thatch looked at you and Marco. You hid your embarrassed face in his bicep. Some of the crew whistled out, while others cheered.

“Huh, did I fall asleep?” Ace raised his head up. A piece of corn was stuck up his nose. His eyes settle on you and Marco. A big smile formed on his face. “Good. My work as a wingman is done.” His head slammed back down on the plate. Everyone shrugged his action off and continued eating.

You and Marco sat down next to whitebeard who gave you an approving smile.

“Do you want to sleep with me tonight?” Marco whispered in your ear. You nod your head. After dinner you escaped to Marco’s room. He carried your body as if it was weightless all the way there. He laid you gently on his bed and crawled beside you.

“I love you.” You say barely above a whisper as he pulls you close to him. The warmth from his body engulfed you.

“I love you too, more than you’ll ever know.”

End

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chvoswxtch · 7 months

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congrats babes!!!! can i please request midnights for matty with the quote ~ ‘it’s rotten work’ ‘not to me. not if it’s you’ ??? i feel like that’s a very fitting quote for him, right

thank you darling! that quote is definitely fitting for our boy

I could just feel the catholic guilt seeping out of it, so that's the direction I went in, with a flirty ending and a glorious tribute to the black suit of sin

enjoy, love!

blurb below the cut

rotten work (matt's version)

it’s rotten work / not to me, not if it’s you

Matt often felt like guilt was braided into his DNA. Being raised Catholic, he was always feeling guilty about something. Hiding his abilities from those closest to him for so long. Losing a case and preventing someone from getting justice that they deserved. Not being able to save someone from the malicious shadows lurking in an alleyway. But most of all, he felt guilty that he had dragged you into his complicated mess, and that it was nearly midnight on a Sunday and you were keeping him from bleeding out on your couch.

He winced faintly as you applied pressure with gauze to the wound in his side, and quietly hissed out an apology that earned him an amused look from you combined with a brow arched in silent curiosity.

“What are you sorry for? It’s not like you stabbed yourself.”

Matt let his head fall back against the back of the couch, his hazel eyes blankly fixated on the ceiling above as he let out a pained sigh.

“I’m bleeding on your couch. Again. And you have to be up early-”

“Don’t worry about me. Four extra shots of espresso in the morning and I’ll be good as gold.”

He knew that you were trying to make him feel better, less guilty, but he didn’t think he deserved your kindness or grace.

“I know it’s…rotten work. I’m sorry.”

Matt felt your hand pause over his wound you were about to stitch, and he could sense that your eyes were locked onto his face. He felt the soft warmth of your palm against the back of his hand before he heard a gentle sigh from your lips.

“Not to me, Matty. Not if it’s you.”

“Sweetheart-”

“I mean it, Matthew.”

He knew that when you used his full name, you were serious. You only reserved the formality when you wanted his full, undivided attention, usually to call him out when he was in a shitty mood and taking it out on everyone around him, or when he was irresponsibly reckless.

“You came to me, because you trust me. And that means the world to me, okay? I don’t take it lightly. I want to help you. You’re always looking out for me, and I can’t do the things that you can, but I can do this. So just let me, please?”

The verity in your voice nearly moved him to tears. He could only count on one hand the amount of people that were always there for him, and he felt immensely lucky that you were one of them. Letting out a deep exhale of defeat, he faintly motioned in your direction with his chin.

“Okay.”

The subtle shake of your head filled his nose with your comforting scent, and he was so enraptured with it he barely felt the needle piercing his flesh.

“You know, you really should find something to wear that’s more…protective. Not that the all black outfit isn’t working for you, because trust me, it is. But this shirt is thinner than rice paper, and the pants aren’t much better.”

The edge of Matt’s plump lips curled up into an amused smirk hearing the compliment laced within your concern. He tilted his head slightly in your direction as his lips parted slightly into a tiny grin.

“Then I wouldn’t have an excuse to spend so much time with you.”

He could feel your gaze wandering over his entire form, and it made his own heart race in response. A teasing smirk tugged across your lips like a curtain revealing a stage, and you leaned in a little closer so that he could feel the warmth of your breath against his cheek.

“Who says you need an excuse, Matty?”

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posi-pan · 1 year

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2022 books with pan rep 📚

At the time of posting previous lists, there were 57 books in 2020 and 141 in 2021. This year, there are 176!

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Irresponsible Puckboy by Eden Finley and Saxon James

It’s Not Unusual To Be Loved by an Alien by Chloe Archer

Jamison by A.N. Waugh

Jilted: Jaren (The Foster Brothers #1) by Nora Phoenix

Just a Touch Away by Jae

Just One Date (Castleton Hearts #5) by Chelsea M. Cameron

Kieran by Avery Tu and Kota Quinn

The Kindred by Alechia Dow

Kink Camp: Hunted by A. Anders

Know It In the Dark (All These Gifts #2) by Skye Kilaen

Kostya the Fallen Star by Melissa Polk

The Last Hero (The First Sister #3) by Linden A. Lewis

Last Resort by Helene Gadot

Lead Me Astray by Sondi Warner

Let Me In (Gods of Hunger #3) by R.M. Virtues

Let the Light Shine Through by A. Marie

Lipstick Lies (The Order Duet #2) by Kris Butler

Lizzie Blake’s Best Mistake by Mazey Eddings

London (Circus After Dark #4) by Chloe Adler

Love & Other Disasters by Anita Kelly

Love Me Gently by E.M. Dennings

Love You Like That by Scarlett Cole

Lunar New Love by Ophelia Silk

Man o’ War by Cory McCarthy

Match with the Demon by Chace Verity

Meet Me on St. Patrick’s Day by Bryony Rosehurst

Moon Dark Smile (Night Shine #2) by Tessa Gratton

MumFest & Murder (The Java Tavern #2) by Elizabeth Garver

Music Lights & Never Afters by C.L. Matthews

My Roommate Romeo (First Times #1) by Billie Bloom

Nestor (Green Hill Pride #6) by Catherine Lievens

Not Good for Maidens by Tori Bovalino

Not Your Type by Elizabeth Jeannel

Odder Still by D.N. Bryn

Omega’s Study Partner (Sweet in Silford #3) by Hope Bennett

One Night With You by Laura Jane Williams

One Night With You by Sky McCoy

One Step at a Time by Lily Seabrooke

One Week with His Stepbrother (Daddy Tales #3) by Kelex

The One Who Loves You the Most by Medina

Ophelia After All by Racquel Marie

Paris (Circus After Dark #1) by Chloe Adler

Pitcher Perfect (Tap That Brewery #1) by Lee Blair

Playing for Keeps by Jax Calder

Play Me (Dragons Love Curves series #10) by Aidy Award

Pull (Love Is Love #1.5) by Nyla K.

Project Himbo by S.J. Whitby

Promote (Shattered Pawns #3) by Jennifer Cody

Pushing the Limits (Secrets Kept #2) by Riley Hart

Queen of Queens (Our Fae Queen #5) by Traci Lovelot

Queen’s Hope (Star Wars: The Padmé Trilogy #3) by E.K. Johnston

Reaper Hospital: Code Hot Nurse (Their Repear #2) by Lacey Carter Anderson

Recast (Handled #4) by Romilly King

The Redemption by Alexia Chase

Ripped (Kozlov Chronicles #3) by Elena Sobol

Rookie Mistake (On the Board #1) by Anna Zabo and L.A. Witt

Royal Exposé by Jenny Frame

Royal Lines (Boston Rebels #4) by R.J. Scott and V.L. Locey

Sasha and the Butcher (The Moretti Family #1) by Stephanie Kazowz

The Savior’s Rise (The Windermere Tales #2) by Talli L. Morgan

Scorpica (The Five Queendoms #1) by Greer Macallister

Seize the Castle (A Knight’s Revenge #2) by Elizabeth Dear

Shake Things Up (Love at Knockdown #2) by Skye Kilaen

Silent Secrets (The Secrets of Sorlphi #1) by Miranda May

Silhouette and the Shadows (Silhouette #1) by Delaney Andrews

The Society For Soulless Girls by Laura Steven

So This Is Ever After by F.T. Lukens

Spin the Damn Bottle (All the Games We Play #2) by Emm Darcy

Stiletto Sins (The Order Duet #1) by Kris Butler

Stitched (Kozlov Chronicles #1) by Elena Sobol

Stone Wings (The Gargoyles of Arrington #1) by Jenn Burke

Storm the Gates (A Knight’s Revenge #1) by Elizabeth Dear

A Strange and Stubborn Endurance by Foz Meadows

Sugar Girl by Emma L. McGeown

Sweet to the Core (Lighthouse Bay #3) by Amy Aislin

Temptation Cove (Hot Takes #3) by T.S. Ankney

Tempt Me Tonight by Natasha Washington

A Tended Garden by J.P. Jackson

Thank You, Next by Andie J. Christopher

That Good Mischief (The Nine Worlds Rising #3) by Lyra Wolf

This Cursed Crown (These Feathered Flames #2) by Alexandra Overy

This Wicked Fate (This Poison Heart #2) by Kalynn Bayron

Tracking Trouble (Spellster Universe #2.5) by Aldrea Alien

The Trow of Duncaster by Melissa Polk

Twilight’s Touch (Prairie Smoke Ranch #2) by V.L. Locey

Two Rights Make a Wrong by Chloe Liese

Undeniable (Bainbridge University #4) by Andi Burns

Uninhibited (Bainbridge University #3) by Andi Burns

Unlikely Savior (For the Gods’ Amusement #3) by Catherine Lievens

Untitled (The Councillor #2) by E.J. Beaton

Us Against the World by Shayne Prescott

VAMPS: Fresh Blood by Nicole Arend

Venice (Circus After Dark #2) by Chloe Adler

Violet is Nowhere by Faith Gardner

Warrior Queen (Our Fae Queen #6) by Traci Lovelot

Warwick (Rebel Sky Ranch #4) by Kelly Fox

What’s Mine Is Yours by Willow Renee

When the Walls Come Down by Harper Robson

Wicked Beauty (Dark Olympus #3) by Katee Robert

The Wicked Love by Pru Schuyler

Wrong Hunt by J.S. Harker

Have you read any of these books? Or books with pan rep at all this year? Let me know! Happy Pan Week!

#pan week #pansexual #panromantic #pan positivity #pan pride #pan books #text #mine #long post

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hb-writes · 2 months

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Update re: Requests/ WIPS

Hi y'all! I'm changing the way I do requests. Unless otherwise specified, they'll be open anytime with the caveat that I'm a human being with real thoughts, feelings, opinions, and responsibilities, meaning that I may not have the interest/ ability/ motivation/ time to write everything received, and requests may take an exorbitant amount of time (think, literal years) to be written because that's just how it is. 🥲

Upcoming:

Currently working on the next LLB chapter.

I'm including a list below the cut of everything I have on my request radar and will try to update as new requests are received (I usually only respond to the ask once I complete/ post the request)—Updated as of April 14th, 2024.

Pending Requests:

Fifty Shades:

Elliot & Emma : "You can't lie to me. I can tell when you're lying."

Peaky Blinders:

Part 2 to Gestures of fairness? Where perhaps Tommy is doing something which warrants Clara to utilize her ‘discovery’. For some reason I’m imagining tipsy, fun Tommy for this, with the other brothers there too, just a sweet family moment in the garrison or the house or something, before everything goes to shit

isiah and clara with #7 from the sultry prompt list, “almost caught”

part two for pretty in pink

46 and 32 from the parental writing prompts with Tommy saying them! I just want some soft Tommy with a very scared Clara (note: this one is written, but is actually going to be included in an upcoming chapter of LLB).

For an angst one shot could you please do one where clara and grace has a huge fight and it ends up with clara wanting to leave the arrow house but tommy doesn't allow her and it will be a situation where he has to choose between clara and grace

could you write something about tommy and clara having an argument?

clara having huge fight with her family or getting into trouble and getting hurt something along the way

one shot with tommy and clara like a huge fight and fallout.

One-shot where Clara is a teenager and gets called into Tommy’s office to be scolded and she gets punished and it evolves into an angsty fight between Tommy and Clara but with comfort in the end? Like maybe she really pushed his buttons, he’s decided to punish her, she gets upset, they fight, she runs up to his room, he comes up and they talk it out and hugs in the end?

The Punisher:

What's Lenny relationship like with Frank and how did they react to meeting each other for the first time?

“Something is wrong.” & “Get down on the floor!” For The Punisher

Sherlock:

"Can you shut up for once in your life?" Watson sister with Sherlock? Perhaps during the season 3 premiere where John is kidnapped and they try to think of a way to save him.

Suits:

Reader is married to Harvey and is also a lawyer and maybe during a big important case the reader gets shot in the middle of court and Harvey has to try to keep her alive and begs her to not leave him and their new little Boy at home. But thankfully the reader survives! 💗

"That's why I didn't tell you in the first place. I knew you'd react like this.", for Charlie and Harvey

Darvey? but like with charlie? maybe they're having a date at home or something & charlie promised to hide away in her room all evening but she goes out of her way to purposefully ruin it (why? for the giggles ofc, & because she loves messing with her big brother)

“I don’t need a map to know we got lost.” With Suits

“I can’t smile at you, I’m mad.” & “It was just a joke!” For Suits

Twilight:

"I'm very lucky to know you." For twilight

“I didn’t know they were drugs!” and “Oh my god, it’s so pretty!” With Twilight?

"Oh, look! My will to live... it's gone." For Twilight

“I prefer not to be disturbed.” & “I don’t feel like it today.” For Twilight

Can you maybe write one for Mia one that she keeps having nightmares? Strong on the fluff and angst? Maybe each time she changes who she wants for comfort (usually one of the boys) and they’re all having a hard time understanding what triggered them and how to stop them?

Bridgerton:

None

The Family Stone:

None

Marvel:

None

Supernatural:

None

True Blood:

None

White Collar:

None

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emilykaldwen · 9 days

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⭐star⭐ but a lil more specific-

Director's cut for a seed you planted in your first chapter and how it paid off/ grew in one of your more recent ones!

Director's Commentary Meme!

KISSING YOU ON THE MOUTH Thank you!

There are quite a few seeds planted in the first chapter that are slowly building up in the long game but we'll go with one that's not spoiler-y which is Aegon's character arc. Behind the cut to save your dash!

She felt Aegon’s eyes continue to pin on her. She looked back at him. Aegon searched her face for an answer to a question that she did not know. The only thing Abrogail could do was give him the gentle, reassuring smile she’d given him countless times before. It was what she did in this world: comfort her loved ones in any way possible, even as she needed to bury her own feelings on the matter. Feelings that, in this particular case, she couldn’t even begin untangling in the moment. “Well, that makes us luckier than most, doesn’t it?” Abby cleared her throat and turned the smile onto the others in the room. She reached up to grasp the Queen’s hand and gave her a reassuring squeeze before she burst into a million pieces. Whether it was her, or the Queen, that might burst, she could not say. “We are fortunate to know one another so well and to be of an age. I thank you Lord Hightower, your Grace.” She looked at Larys, who remained silent in his observations, as always – an owl in a tree, eyes taking in everything. “Thank you, brother, for looking out for me.” She felt Aegon’s eyes continue to pin on her. She looked back at him. The wild and anxious expression was still on his face, and instinct compelled her, as it often did, to reach out her hand to take his - but he surprised her by beating her to it. His skin felt like fire engulfing her frigid hand and his fingers tangled with hers with easy familiarity. Before she could register what was happening, Aegon’s chair was already scraping across the floor and he pulled her from her chair with the momentum of jumping from his own. There was no pause in his movement as he dragged her to the door. “How very fortunate we are.” A laugh bubbled from Aegon’s chest. It was a joyless sound when he laughed in the presence of his mother and grandsire. It was edged with the familiar mania; Aegon laughed when he was afraid, when he was anxious, when he was trying not to scream as his world was coming apart, or the laughter and joy on the back of Sunfyre. He tilted his head to stare up at the ceiling before throwing a look over his shoulder at the three across the room. “How very lucky we are.” Aegon’s hand was clammy around hers, his grip bordering on painful. He yanked the door open with a protesting whine of the latch. Abby heard the Queen calling after him, but Aegon’s strides were purposeful as they ate up the ground to get away. Only the grip of their hands kept her from being left behind in the claustrophobic room where their future was being decided for them.

So this is the seed of Aegon's entire character development in this story, and that is finding bravery for others when he cannot stand up for himself. Aegon doesn't know how to stand up for himself, especially in the face of his mother and grandfather. But for Abby? He can be brave for her. And we see this circle back in when it comes up in chapter 10:

“You will not touch him,” she gritted out and against all reason, Aegon saw his grandfather reach for her. Through the haze of his pulsing headache and the pain through his arm, he shot his hand out to grab his grandfather’s wrist before he could touch his mother. The man glared through his surprise at Aegon’s intervention and he shoved The Tower back, stepping between him and his mother with no care for himself. “She is your queen,” Aegon spat, all remnants of his manic laughter gone, and despite his lack of clothing, he squared his shoulders, princely disdain dripping from his voice. “You’ll fucking address her with the respect owed to her and that she deserves. To lay hands on your monarch is treason. You’d not commit treason, would you, Lord Hand.” The room was silent. Aegon could not breathe and he did not hear his mother breathe either. He could feel her trembling behind him as Otto loomed over them. He looked at his grandfather with disdain and disgust, doing his best to mimic the same expression the old man constantly leveled on him.

His mother is his abuser, but he also is her only protector. Aegon knows, even if he doesn't think about it, that her safety, her future, everything, lays at his feet. It is his responsibility. Part of making him king is to protect Alicent. And this bravery that Aegon can find in the face of standing up for the ones he cares for is the touchstone of my character portrayal of him. He is the Wettest Cat Boy, he is a mess but he loves deeply, he feels deeply (Aegon was known to forgive, his brother and Rhaenyra were not), and he does not do well when treated harshly. You could call him weak in this, the same way other can call Abby weak for her softness, but it isn't weak. Aegon will put up with a lot due to his shitty self-esteem and part of the growth we see on display in these recent chapters is because now he's developing security. So these positive aspects in his character can start coming further to the forefront.

#fic: the maiden and the drowning boy #aegon x abby #abrogon #aegon ii targaryen #hotd tag #look I love this mess of a man #and I'm here to give him better soil so he can grow #instead of being choked and eaten alive by this fucking family #it's what they deserve okay!

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#I think I'll make another secondary blog just for this amazing event

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klaasje · 2 years

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Just wanted to say if you had any stray Jean/Kim thoughts I would love to read them :O

After Martinaise, Kim takes Jean under his wing.

A week before he officially transfers, Harry is placed on indefinite suspension/sick leave/informal recuperation while Pryce fights his corner against the Moralintern. Harry is lying low with Lena (at Lena’s insistence). Morel is across the river at the university, reporting his research on the phasmid. Kim is at the 41st. He immediately realizes that Satellite-Officer Vicquemare is grieving, lonely, and out of his depth.

Case in point: he stays too late every night, pecking away at an ancient typewriter. Dark shadows loom under his eyes. Torson and McLaine (and everyone else), amuse themselves by cracking jokes about Tequila Sunset ditching the RCM for good. It doesn’t seem to matter how many times they’re corrected or who corrects them: nobody at the 41st appears to have any faith that Harry will be coming back at all.

All of this is making Jean worse at his job. Kim has noticed, and he has decided to point it out. This does not go as planned.

“You think I’m not up for this? You think… what, that I don’t have the guts to run a task force—?”

“No, I think you’re smart,” Kim says evenly, unrattled by this posturing. “You have sound instincts, you’re good with your people, and you know how to lead. You’re also understaffed and overworked. I can help.”

Jean doesn’t say anything. Internally, Kim allows himself a little exasperation. Men can be so territorial…

“I’m not territorial,” Jean blurts out. “I’m not an asshole.”

Kim waits, quiet and curious, for the rest of this sentence. Jean lets out a strangled growl of a sound and drags one hand down his face.

“This situation is making me behave like an asshole,” he says through gritted teeth, “but I’m not. I’m glad you’re here.”

“Likewise,” Kim says honestly.

Jean’s grey eyes flick up to meet his. They look weary and contrite.

“I’m sorry, he says. “If I act above my rank, lieutenant, it’s because I work above my rank. I don’t have a choice. I know I’m out of my depth in this, believe me… but it’s been months since I followed any orders. That’s all. It’s not intentional, I’m not trying to undermine you.”

“I don’t want to give you orders,” says Kim. Jean’s brow furrows.

“Pissing contests don’t interest me,” Kim explains to him, not unkindly. “I’m not here to requisition your partner or take your job. I just want to do my job, part of which is working with you.”

“Okay,” Jean says. He looks equal parts bewildered and relieved.

“Okay,” Kim agrees. “Good.” He pauses. “Do you feel any better?”

Jean nods stiffly, scuffling the floor with the toe of his shoe.

“I’ve been wanting to apologise for a while, actually… I can’t imagine how this must look to you.”

“How do you think it looks to me?”

“Oh, like a shitshow,” Jean says bitterly. “C-Wing is a disgrace to the force, at this point. The only saving grace was our clearance rate, and now even that’s gone to ground. They’re going to take us out back and shoot us.”

Over the course of a month or so, Kim redistributes Jean’s workload until it’s suitable for one person. He shows him radio computer passwords and gives him advice and tells him all the things lieutenants are supposed to be told. They begin the long administrative slog of clearing Harry’s case backlog together. They’re lucky: it ends up being a quiet summer for homicides. The new cases that pop up are run of the mill shootouts and drug busts, so they can delegate them further down the decomptage. But this is Jamrock, and nothing good lasts forever — which is how Kim finds himself, three months to the day since that first Monday in Martinaise, grimly helping to wrestle a body bag into the Kineema’s holding cell, while torrential rain sluices bright blood into the storm drains and gutters.

It’s filthy work. Jean stumbles once it’s over and done with, pale-faced. Kim steadies him with a hand on his back. Jean glances back at him and nods.

Summer ends. Everything is complicated. Bureaucracy is excruciating. Martinaise is full of loose threads and ghosts. Harry has been taken to La Delta for questioning. Jean is not dealing with this as well as he says he is.

Cunoesse throws stones at them from the roof of Cuno’s shack while they investigate the greenhouse drug stash. One hits Kim’s glasses dead-on and cracks the lens. Cunoesse cackles like a howler monkey. Kim takes his glasses off and turns around without a word. He hides it well, only stumbling once by the broken fence, but Jean still notices. Kim can tell that he notices, because he hears Jean’s footsteps change pace behind him — he slows down, like he’s watching. They continue walking. Kim squints. The Kineema is almost in focus across the plaza. As they get closer to it, its chassis blurs into a hazy blue fog.

“You don’t have to walk behind me, detective,” Kim says. His voice is as mild and unruffled as it ever is.

Jean snorts.

“Considering the amount of insubordination I subject you to, I think the least I can do is walk behind you.”

He opens the Kineema’s side door and steps back so Kim can climb into the driver’s seat. The engine is still cooling down. It’s warm inside, and the misted up windows cocoon them. Kim takes his glasses off and goes to rub his eyes. Jean grips his wrist.

“You have glass on you, hold on,” he murmurs.

Kim nods and tips his head back. Jean studies his face, waiting for sunlight to catch on the pieces and make them glitter so he can carefully pick them away one by one. Kim’s dark eyes remain open, watching him.

“How do I look?” Jean asks.

“I wouldn’t know,” Kim says drily, which makes Jean laugh. “There should be a spare pair in the glovebox, could you…?”

Jean leans over him and pops it open. He passes the new glasses to Kim, who wipes the lenses briefly on his white undershirt before placing them on his nose. The world slides back into focus. The car’s engine clicks softly to itself as it cools. Kim breathes in the comforting smells of waxed leather and fuel oil.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Jean says gruffly. He steps back and away, sliding into a loose parade rest, ready to walk behind Kim again.

Three days later, they snap at each other’s throats. They have to spend the night at the Whirling, because it’s October in a coastal city and the first gale of the season is raging with savage enthusiasm outside. The hostel, at least, is doing good business despite the weather: it’s bustling with dockworkers and camion drivers. Jean is lounging by the counter of the bar, talking to a faceless someone. The karaoke music is very loud. Kim does not like music or the look of whoever Jean is talking to. Jean is like “I can talk to whoever I want,” in a shitheaded, bullish way. Kim points out, “when you’re not on duty, yes, you can.”

Jean says, laughing in disbelief, “are you PULLING RANK on me?” which leads Kim to say, “officer,” in a very sharp and disapproving lieutenant-y voice. Jean snaps into silence like a reprimanded schoolboy. Kim shuts his eyes.

“Jean,” he says. “A word, please.”

They go upstairs. Jean is silent and sullen until they reach their room, and then he is silent and sullen inside their room.

“I’m not a junior officer, you know,” he mutters, whirling around as soon as the door closes. His patrol cloak flaps irritably at his heels. “I’m not a teenager, this isn’t juvie.”

“I know that,” Kim says.

“Okay.” Jean’s voice is tight with barely repressed rage. “Then why are you treating me like this?”

“When we’re in uniform, we’re on the clock. We represent the RCM. Our jurisdiction here is tenuous as it is, it isn’t helpful to undermine it by… fraternizing, so to speak, with the local population.”

Jean starts to laugh. It is a horrible laugh.

“Is there a problem?” Kim says icily.

MISTAKE, his juvie instincts warn, lurching suddenly to life. BEWARE. YOU HAVE ENGAGED WITH HOOLIGANISM.

“You know, if you’re not going to sleep with me, I’m still going to sleep with other people.” Jean is loosening his tie with sharp, jerky motions. His voice is shaking a little. “You can’t control me, that’s not how the world works.”

Kim is shocked into silence. His mind is nothing but white noise.

“If you don’t want to, fine. I won’t take it personally. But don’t you dare tell me who I can and cannot—”

“That’s enough,” Kim interrupts, coming back to himself; aware, on some level, that he has broken his own cardinal rule and raised his voice. He cuts Jean off. “We’re done for today. You’re dismissed.”

“…Excuse me?”

“You’re dismissed,” Kim repeats firmly. “You’re hysterical, officer. I’ll drive you to the station in the morning and handle this myself.”

Jean laughs in disbelief.

“I’m hysterical?”

Kim tips his head forward for a moment, exhaling through his nose. Jean lets out a breath and looks away. There’s just enough light pollution filtering in through the curtains to make his lashes shine wetly. His mouth trembles for a moment, wavering, before he appears to wrench it under control.

“I’m your superior officer,” Kim says, at last. Saying this makes him feel very weary, all of a sudden.

“Interim superior officer,” Jean mutters.

“I outrank you, regardless.” Kim hesitates, before adding, “and I’m too old for you.”

“I’m thirty four,” Jean says, incredulous.

“I’m forty three,” Kim points out.

“Good for you, who gives a fuck.” Jean is scrutinising Kim’s face now, still flushed and rumpled from crying, but his professionalism (or sheer stubbornness) has won out. He looks handsome like this, which isn’t helping Kim’s resolve. “None of these are actual reasons, are they? You’re just avoiding the question.”

Kim rubs the bridge of his nose where his glasses rest. A headache buzzes, mosquito-like, in his peripheral vision, threatening to rise up and swallow him whole.

“You’d distract me,” he says. “I can’t afford that right now, and neither can you.”

“So, just to clarify,” Jean says slowly, “you can’t sleep with me because if you did, you’d never get any work done?”

Kim shuts his eyes.

“Yes.”

“But you want to sleep with me.”

Kim cracks an eye open. Jean is studying him intently. His expression is impenetrable.

“Do you want me to?”

“Don’t be stupid, please, it doesn’t suit you,” Jean murmurs. They’re so close, now. Chest to chest, nose to nose. They’ve edged towards each other without realising.

In the morning, after the rain has stopped, they get coffee in little styofoam cups from the Frittte around the corner. They drink it on the bench in the bombed out square, looking out at the unsettled sea. The tide is coming in.

“I want to take the lieutenant’s exam,” Jean says. “Properly, I mean.”

Kim sips his drink and hums approvingly.

“Okay,” he says. “I’ll put your name forward.”

“Thank you.”

Kim nods in acknowledgement. Their boots tap together under the bench.

“Last night…” Jean murmurs. “It can’t happen again, I know that. I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to be sorry.”

“Well, I am,” Jean says. “Take it or leave it.”

They settle in comfortable silence. Kim watches a military aerostatic drift over the bay, its rotors casting shadows and ripples on the water.

“Do you think he’ll ever come back?”

Kim glances at Jean.

“He’s in La Delta,” he points out. “Not Ozonne.”

Jean’s answering scowl is deeply indignant.

“Nevertheless,” Kim says smoothly, as though he hadn’t seen it, “If you want my opinion — yes, he’ll come back.” He pauses. “I don’t think anything could stop him from coming back.”

He’s needed here, he thinks, but he chooses not say this part out loud. Jean has dealt with enough derangement from the chain of command. There’s no need to add to it unnecessarily.

Jean nods, tracing a circle on the bench arm with his index finger. There’s a bruise peeking out from his shirt collar which Kim tries very hard not to look at. The post-storm sunlight has turned his hair a tawny shade of brown. Revachol is tired but stirring, blinking awake, shedding summer like an old coat.

“If he doesn’t come back,” Jean murmurs, “if he leaves me, what do I do?”

“You write him a station call,” Kim says mildly. Jean barks out a hoarse laugh. “But somehow I doubt it will come to that.”

#THANK YOU FOR THIS… WE SHARE A WARRIOR’S BOND #ask #anonymous #fic tag #this is supposed to be part of a longer fic but hopefully it makes sense in its current form (hot mess first draft) lol

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why are people even sending you hate? you're always so cool, and fun to interact with and you've always been sweet to everyone too. you never had to show us your ocs, but you graced us with them. storm shooting erix isn't even a bad thing, storm chose life or death, it shows that storm is willing to do what it takes, he's so empathetic. he shot his own brother to save another life, i get it people may not like that he shot another clone but people need to get a grip and leave blue alone. i'm not even a mutual of blue, i've been lucky enough to interact with them! i love the character it gives storm, talk about the trust issues they have, talk about those messy arcs, post that art, we need to know more about your beloved clone boys. post those thoughts, those headcanons, those blurbs, those interactions, those incorrect quotes, i want people to write fics on your ocs, i want angst and fluff if your boys, i want to know how bear reacts to fives and thorns death. screw the hate anons

Anon, you're gonna kill me :((

Well, basically last night I received an anon asking why storm didn't execute order 66, which really wasn't a big deal it was harmless. Until I mentioned that he shot Erix, i wanted to get it out before I slept. I knew after posting it there was gonna be some negative responses. But I didn't think too much of it. Of course, when I woke up I clearly underestimated the fact that people weren't going to like it. My ocs have received hate in the past, so at first I wasn't too bothered by it. But after I deleted the post, I had some more hate anons, I won't give them the time of day by answering them.

I try to be as easy to interact with as possible, but I know that it's always the case. I'm nice to everyone because they deserve it, I don't expect any of it in return. If I'm making someone happy then I'm doing something right.

I had briefly spoken about some of my clones on a-streakofblue so it wasn't too big of a deal, but those posts aren't worth looking at. I wasn't even that comfortable talking about them on there, but I finally said fuck it let's ramble about my ocs. It mainly took seeing my friends and mutuals rambling about their ocs for me to roll with it. I started off with my Bear headcanon post, and I just continued from there. Everyone has been welcoming of my little guys which was great!

"storm has no empathy." Storm is one of my most loving ocs, he's incredibly empathetic. I get it not everyone will agree with his actions or that I'm coming to his defense. He was literally made as a comfort oc for tcw s7 finale, Storm was never supposed to be anything serious. He originally wasn't apart of my clone project to begin with until I made Irais, they were apart of a battalion that I had made until I scrapped it. Irais was forgotten about, and Storm was made into a 501st oc.

It's still up for debate if I'll change it, I might make it so he only stuns Erix I don't know. But I'm not gonna recycle Storm just because of some hate anons.

The post about Erix's trust issues is just sitting in my drafts I may or may not post it. I'm gonna have to think about it before I post about those arcs, because I genuinely don't want a repeat of today. I will eventually get back into oc content only if people still wanna hear about them. People's opinions matter to me a lot.

I'm not sure who you are anon, but I'm glad you like interacting with me. But, I'm really sorry for this.

All in all, I'm still not sure how to react, ironically I've stated my opinions on hate anons multiple times but yet again here we are. I hope this clears things up.

#i'm not gonna turn anonymous asks off #i know some people might be shy and might not want to say it off anon #sorry this is long #i just needed to get my thoughts out #and especially my response to this #and i'm also sorry to all the people that this might've hurt #i don't know #but overall i'm sorry #blue posts #blue rants #blue answers #blue's anons #blue's asks #from the galaxy #blue's oc rambles #blue's ocs

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honeyyeoja · 1 year

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the albums of my life in no particular order

#1 Greyson Chance's Hold On 'Til The Night (2011)

the very first physical album I've ever bought for myself, spent a month and a half saving up to buy this after my elementary graduation. i took care of it so much that the case broke LOL

fave song/s: Home Is In Your Eyes, Little London Girl (became my alarm ringtone!), Summertrain (adult me loved this), Stranded (my imaginative self imagined a whole MV for this song), Running Away (man this song resonates more to me as an adult PLS), Light Up The Dark, Fire (cover) (I love this cover sm!)

#2 One Direction's Take Me Home (2012)

the second album I bought! got the Yearbook Edition alongside Niall's cardigan from Penshoppe (both are still with me!!) LMAO this album reminds me so much of high school, so nostalgic. one of my classmates gifted me a folder filled with printed lyrics so I had every song memorized. i also remembered that I used to make jingles with some of the songs' tunes from this album!!

fave song/s: Change My Mind, Over Again (it enhanced my "rapping" skills LOL), Nobody Compares

#3 Taylor Swift's RED (2012) (linked is Taylor's Version!)

this album reminds me of my first and only vacation on my uncle's city, my Samsung GT-C3222 that was stolen when I was on my way home LOL. also I (still) have Myx Magazine Taylor Swift special edition filled with all her lyrics up until her Red album. also it reminded me of Cornetto!

fave song/s: State of Grace, The Lucky One

#4 5 Seconds of Summer's debut album (2014)

this reminded me of that specific* person LMAO whenever I listen to this album, I think of him and how he's doing, and if things were different, would we have a chance? EME LAMANG! anyways only the REAL ones that Heartbreak Girl and Try Hard sound different on this album compared to their pre-releases. my sister also loved this album, her fave is English Love Affair!

fave song/s: Heartbreak Girl, Long Way Home, Try Hard, If You Don't Know (I know it's not on the album, it's from Don't Stop EP BUT I love this song sm), Try Hard (the old version!! linking it below)

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#5 Justin Bieber's Purpose (2015)

i remember asking for an illegally downloaded copy of this album along with One Direction's Made In the AM. both reminded me of my last year of junior high school and my old Nokia N8 phone (and the ringback tones of my classmates (and ex); it was either What Do You Mean or Sorry LOL)

fave song/s: No Pressure (on repeat!!), The Feeling

#5 BTS' Love Yourself 轉 Tear (2018)

when One Direction had their (FAKE!!) hiatus back in 2015, I never followed any musical artist so I embarked on my 2-year journey of being a Potterhead and a Dramione shipper LMAO I knew BTS since I was 13 but never really focused on them because I was busy focusing on 1D pls,, anyways this album has a great impact on me, I never knew that the first time I watched Fake Love's MV (with subtitles) that I would love them this much. (also, the track listing??? chef's kiss!)

fave song/s: 134340, Paradise, Love Maze, Outro: Tear

#6 BTS' MAP OF THE SOUL: PERSONA (2019)

this album reminds me of anything pre-pandemic. it was 2019, my dog just gave birth to three puppies (only one survived, which is Chimmy), I shifted programs and finally felt that everything was falling into place. it made me appreciate the color pink. everything was great.

fave song/s: Boy With Luv, Jamais Vu

#7 BTS' MAP OF THE SOUL: 7

i still can remember how everyone was so excited about this album. no, this isn't just an album, it was a milestone. 7 years for my one true 7. it was such a grand scale album, performance-wise, lyricism-wise, concept-wise, until hell broke loose.

fave songs: Interlude: Shadow, Black Swan (the orchestra version!!), UGH!, We are Bulletproof: The Eternal

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#8 RM's mono. (2018)

ah. RM's mono. where should i start? is it possible for an album to see through your soul? i don't know. but this one did. and it became a source of solace. a warm embrace. even up until now, it's my very special friend.

fave song/s: everythingoes

(will put the continuation of this post on a reblog since I already exceeded my 10 audio/video URLs LOL)

#favorite albums #bts #taylor swift #greyson chance #5sos #rm #agust d #one direction #1d #5 seconds of summer #spotify #youtube #soundcloud #rants n rambles

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nervousladytraveler · 2 years

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Why would Poldark tv series writer DH have Ross say to Eliz S1Ep8 that Dem is the "love of his life" (not in WG books) when she is ill, then afterwards still have him pine and lust after Eliz constantly in series. Is it to show Ross as a duplicitous cad? Was it just to show his blind foolhardy idealization and obsession about Eliz because he was denied her. Don't get why she had Ross say that about Dem if it wasn't genuine and truly heartfelt. Why put it in? Doesn't make sense. What's your take?

Thanks for the ask, @anonymous. I’ve been giving this some thought (and will try to be succinct in my reply). Short answer: screen writers can have short memories. I remember feeling this frustration even as a kid watching something happen in one episode of a beloved show (Hardy Boys/Nancy Drew Mysteries? Remington Steele?) that was conveniently left behind for plot purposes moving forward. And I’d shout at my TV, “Did they think we wouldn’t remember?!”

Or…perhaps it's not that simple.

Maybe it was just easy for Ross to throw out the phrase “love of his life” because the situation was so dire. Nothing makes us love a person more than when we fear death, ours or theirs. (There’s a really lovely and sort of funny Mary Oliver poem on this very subject but I can’t remember the title). I don’t actually believe that he didn't really mean it, by the way, just offering it as an option.

Or maybe Debbie H. deliberately used that line to show us how complicated Ross and his feelings were. Sure he loved Elizabeth in one way but Demelza was the real deal. And it was really necessary in that moment in S1.8 for the audience to see a declaration of love for Demelza, so we could get through all the other horrible, painfully sad bits of that episode. It was the only saving grace, really.

If that’s the case, did DH have a memory lapse or a change of heart/direction moving forward? I mean she had to have known all the stuff Winston Graham mapped out for S2 when she wrote that line for S1. Does this make Ross a hypocrite or was she trying to show us how he lost sight of his true feelings for Demelza in S2 since we already knew she was the “love of his life” from S1?

Or were there some other lines written for S2 or even S3 that were edited out that would have helped us reconcile this inconsistency? I just read that the original scripts for S2.10 had Ross openly declaring his love for Demelza at the Trenwith riot in front of George and Elizabeth but that it was cut (not sure if it was filmed then edited out or edited out of the script before it was even filmed).

That said, considering the wildly inconsistent ride we had in S3, I can also see DH just playing around with lines, ignoring what had been established because she had somewhere else she wanted to go. And she did push Elizabeth to the center of the story far longer than WG did, so that pesky “love of my life” line she created must have proven very inconvenient for her!

Also, I have to admit, I hate the phrase “love of my life” as much as I don't dig the concept of "soulmate". I think they are really limiting and I think it is possible to love different people in different ways at different times as you grow and become a different person yourself. Sometimes you are lucky and can keep that one great love with you for years and years and sometimes you lose a great love. But I do think you can move on and find another, different, love. Ok--that's not the question you asked me.

Lastly, I wonder if the phrase is a bit anachronistic? I haven’t been able to find the origins of it but I’m not sure I’ve ever heard it used in 18th/19th c. dialogue. Totally possible that I’m wrong and it's even some old expression that can be traced back to Roman Latin poetry. Or maybe it's a relatively modern take? Anyone with intel on that, I’m all ears.

Thanks for asking (and so much for being succinct).

#poldark #ask nervousladytraveler #anonymous asks

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Aww you only like Lorenz somewhat D: he's my favorite Golden Deer. Oh well, I guess we won't always have the same tastes xD I think Leonie is a character who gets a bad rap, but it's simultaneously something I can understand WHY she gets that bad reputation. First impressions hurt many characters, Lorenz included. But I think for Leonie, it's a shame because if the story was different, if Byleth remembered her and they were former pals, she could have been greatly integrated into 3H with Byleth.

Thanks for your ask, anon.

Imagine how boring the world would be if everyone had the same tastes. XD Lorenz is a bit of a difficult case for me. I will put the rest under the cut, since some of it is Lorenz critical, but I still want to tag it with his name for future reference. If any Lorenz fans read this, please continue at your own discretion:

It is hard to describe just how visceral my reaction to his original approach re: finding the right future spouse was, because... I am a woman. And I have had to deal with multiple dudes in my life who just could not or would not take a hint. I am STILL dealing with such dudes to this day. Just last month someone stalked me on Discord. So when I first saw Lorenz, my mind immediately went "oh goddess, he's one of THOSE assholes". His pompous "I am the epitome of a perfect noble" attitude didn't do him any favors either, but the final nail in that coffin was the presence of Ferdinand, who is also a bit of a pompous ass, but much less annoyingly so (at least in my personal opinion). So to me pre skip Lorenz was essentially "Ferdinand, but insufferable".

My opinion of him improved quite a bit after the time skip, to the point where if I had to put him in a tier list, he'd be B tier. No-one I'm ever gonna rave about, but nobody I dislike either. He's fine. Post time skip Lorenz imo is still a bit of a pompous ass, but without being insufferable, so basically he's caught up to Ferdinand lol. Also, I love his support chain with Ignatz and I wish they had a paired ending where Ignatz becomes his painting knight and Lorenz becomes immortalized as the noble whose keen eye for and support of artistic talent in commoners allowed dozens of commoners to pursue widely successful careers in the arts.

As for Leonie, I think what would have saved my initial impression of her for sure was if they had changed 3 lines from her B support:

And it's like you don't appreciate Captain Jeralt at all, or how lucky you were to have him around your whole life! Ugh! It still really bothers me! You might be his kid, but I'm still his best apprentice! Got it?!

Because this support does not unlock until after Jeralt dies. I played AM first, so for a long time, I didn't really have access to most of Leonie's supports except for the one with Byleth (since the only way to make her gain suppport with others would have been meals, which I was far too busy using for recruitment and motivating my Lions). So for the longest time, literally all I had of her was her C support with Byleth, her exploration dialogue and her locked B with Byleth. I reckon it was the same for many other BE/BL players. When the support unlocked after Jeralt died, I fully expected these two to trauma bond over his death, and in the beginning it looked like they would... but then it led to... that. And honestly, there are few things that can tank my opinion of a character as quickly as how they treat a person in mourning. Claude and Edel also went down SERIOUSLY in my personal graces after seeing their reactions to Jeralt's death, to the point where my opinion on neither of them ever fully recovered from that. So I think if they had just changed those three lines above to something more like:

And it seemed like you didn't appreciate Captain Jeralt at all, or how lucky you were to have him around your whole life! ... But now seeing how you have been since... I don't know. It still bothers me, but... I guess we both lost someone irreplaceable.

And that would have been enough. That alone right there would have pushed her from "Oh screw you too, Leonie, I would unrecruit you if I could!" into "You know, it's annoying how much you talk about Jeralt, but I guess everybody needs a hyperfixation." territory.

Oh well. She still ended up being my favorite Golden Deer. XD

#asks #anon #Fire Emblem: Three Houses #FE3H #Leonie Pinelli #Lorenz Hellman Gloucester

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atomic-thomas · 29 days

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(Fake ASMR Commission) Watching The Solar Eclipse With Your Girlfriend

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“Baaaaabe~ Wake up. Today is a very special day.”

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“It’s April 8th. You know what that means, right?”

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“The Solar Eclipse is today! God, we’ve been waiting so long for this. I’m ecstatic!”

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“It doesn’t happen until the afternoon. At least where we are. So we have plenty of time before we gotta head out.”

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“We’re almost in the Path of Totality, but not quite. We need to drive about an hour north & then we’ll be in it. It’s a privilege to be graced with such a time save. I feel bad for those who need to buy plane tickets. Imagine having to travel such a large distance just to witness an event that lasts mere minutes. That sounds ridiculous.”

…

“Yeah, I called off work. Like Hell I’m gonna miss this. I assume you did to. Otherwise, you probably wouldn’t have asked.”

“Anyway, we don’t have to go for another several hours so there’s no need to rush. Though I’d rather get all my routine stuff done ahead of time so nothing distracts me for the rest of the day. You should do the same.”

……….*some time later*……….

“Hey honey. You tested these eclipse glasses, right? They need to be NASA certified. Last thing we wanna do is go blind because you bought some schlubby pairs.”

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“Hahaha~ I know I could’ve used the word ‘Shoddy’, but I just really wanted an excuse to say ‘Schlubby’. It sounds so funny.”

“But seriously. They work, right?”

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“Okay, good. I’m surprised you were able to get your hands on them. These things sell out pretty quickly.”

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“You bought the last pairs in stock. Well that’s lucky.”

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“Right? These Solar Eclipse t-shirts are awesome! Even if it wasn’t April 8th, I’d wear them anytime. They just look so cool.”

“Speaking of cool, did you know that the temperature drops quite a bit when the moon covers the sun?”

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“Well… Yeah. I’m sure that was obvious. But it’s not like it becomes frigid or anything. It’s just like… It became night time for a few minutes. Because that’s essentially what happens for that time.”

“There’s also some other cool things that happen. Like crescent shadows. While the sun is in the process of being eclipsed, all shadows get a crescent shaped quality to them. And because sunlight becomes more intense before totality, the shadows themselves become sharper & less blurry. It’s really cool.”

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“Yep. Can’t forget the fact that it’ll look like the sun is setting from every horizon. That’ll look freaky.”

“Oh yeah! I almost forgot. I was keeping this a surprise until today. Check this out.”

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“Tada! I baked eclipse cookies while you were at work the other day. Look at them. One half is vanilla & the other half is chocolate so they look like an eclipse. That’s cute, right?”

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“Hehe~ We can snack on these while we’re out there just in case we get a little peckish.”

“Actually… Now that I think about it… We should probably head out early. I know the eclipse doesn’t happen for another several hours, but… There’ll probably be heavy traffic. I imagine the roads will be packed with people who also wanna see it.”

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“Yeah, honestly… This is the right call. Let’s just go now.”

……….*some time later*……….

“Alright… This is a nice spot. An open field with no one else around. Just you… Me… & the celestial bodies.”

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“To be honest, I’m surprised we’re the only ones out here. I guess everyone decided to settle for the local park. Not us though. We’re alone to enjoy this beautiful moment together. No distractions, no indecipherable chatter from hundreds of other people… Just peace & quiet.”

“This is so romantic. It’s like… A relationship moment, ya know? A highlight of our love.”

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“Oh yeah. Today is also the day that Nintendo shuts down online functionality for the Wii U & 3DS. The exact same day as the eclipse. What a weird coincidence.”

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“I mean… I can understand them shutting down the online services for their old systems. I imagine very few people use them. It costs money to keep up, there’s security risks… I get it. Companies gotta make wise financial decisions, ya know?”

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“Yeah, let’s put on the glasses now. The moon should be passing in front of the sun any minute now. I’ve never worn eclipse glasses before. Wonder what it’s like.”

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“Woah! This is weird. Everything is… Pitch black. All I can see is the sun.”

“Wow. I’m just… Looking directly at the sun. Straight up. And I feel fine. I’ve never been able to do that before. These glasses really work. The sun looks like an orange ball in the middle of a black sky. This is so trippy.”

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“Oooooh! Look! The moon! The eclipse has started.”

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“I can’t believe my eyes right now. It’s like the moon is slowly consuming the sun.”

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“Oh, right. Let’s look at our shadows.”

“Haha! Oh My God, that’s so bizarre. Look babe. We’re crescent shaped. And the shadows are sharper at that. There’s noticeably less blur.

*start playing the sound of nighttime cricket ambience & keep it playing until specified stopping point*

“Woah, the crickets just started chirping. You think the eclipse is fooling them into thinking it’s becoming night time? They normally aren’t active this early.”

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“Yeah, probably. That’s fascinating. I wonder how other creatures behave during a solar eclipse. I should do some research when we return home.”

“We’re almost in totality now. The moon has covered most of the sun. Look around, honey. The world’s lighting is all weird. It’s like it’s both day & night at the same time. Twilight one could say.”

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“Ya know what’s really crazy about this? There are people flying in planes above us right now. I wonder what this looks like for them. At such a high altitude, they can easily see the moon’s shadow stretch over a hundred miles of land. Or a sea of clouds depending on the weather. I’m glad we have clear skies today. Otherwise, the only people who could actually enjoy the eclipse are those in planes above the clouds. Weather really could’ve ruined this special day. I’m so glad it didn’t.”

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“Ooooooh! It’s happening! We’re completely in totality! Take off your glasses. We can look at the eclipse with our naked eyes now.”

“Wow… Incredible! It’s only the afternoon, but it looks like nighttime. We can even see the stars! It’s so spectacular!”

…

“Look at the ring of fire around the moon. We can actually see the sun’s corona. This is unreal.”

“Babe, I’m so happy right now! Happy that I get to share this amazing moment with you. This is the best day of my life!”

…

“Of course you think I’m prettier than the eclipse. That’s such a mushy thing to say. Hehe~ But thanks. I appreciate it.”

“The only sad thing about this is that it’ll end so soon. It’s such a rare event so it’s a shame that it only lasts a few minutes. Let’s enjoy it to the fullest in what little time we have.”

“Here’s another amazing thing about this. The sun is actually 400 times bigger than the moon, but it’s also 400 times further away. So they appear to be the exact same size in the sky. It’s a cosmic miracle.”

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“You can see Venus. Oh yeah! So can I. It’s funny how the brightest star in the night sky isn’t actually a star at all. I wonder what causes Venus to glow so brightly. I imagine it likely has something to do with the planet’s various gasses in conjunction with the sun’s powerful light. It probably mixes in some specific way to give Venus it’s radiant shine.”

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“Oh! Quick, put on your glasses. Totality is ending. Don’t wanna go blind.”

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“Well… There goes the moon. The sun is starting to reveal itself once again. That was fun while it lasted.”

“The next solar eclipse that’ll happen in the United States won’t be until August 23rd, 2044. 20 whole years from now. Yikes. Good thing we caught this one. Otherwise we’d have to do some serious traveling to see eclipses sooner than that.”

*cricket sounds stop*

“Oh hey. The crickets stopped chirping. They must be so confused right now. Like… ‘Hey, what the heck? Why was it only night time for a few minutes? That doesn’t make any sense.’ Hehe~

“And with that, the moon’s shadow subsides making way for the light of day again. Such is life.”

…

“Yeah, for another few hours at least. Then it’ll actually be real night time.”

“Well… I guess that’s it then. Let’s head home.”

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THE END

#Fake ASMR

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plutothe-pup · 1 year

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY PIP!!! @exsqueak-me

Given to Pip when he got home on Friday (before the party started) was a card containing a Ruff to Fluff certificate & a Chippa's certificate - as well as a giftbox containing a few nice shirts that Milo thinks Pip would really rock (and since Pip has basically approved his fashion sense, he feels confident he can shop for him!).

Long after all the festivities have died down - and maybe even the next day, Pip might find a locked box sitting in his room at home. He'll be able to open it if he kept that strange key from one of the first gifts (and...truly Milo has a spare, but he'll pretend to get huffy with Pip for losing it if he needs to request said spare)

Inside the box is a folded handwritten note on top, these pocket-hug tokens (because he can't hug you and this isn't the same but maybe it's something), a worry stone, a custom sweater with Booboo on it and a single sunset-orange wooden rose. Taped to the very bottom of the box is an envelope with another contribution to the Pip NYU Fund. He's nothing but persistent! He hasn't been working three jobs for nothing!! (Unfortunately he's knows it is merely nothing compared to that steep tuition but... he likes to believe every bit helps).

The note reads:

Dear Pip,

Happy Birthday!! You've found your final Pipril Birthday box! I hope you've been having an incredible birthmonth filled with lots of fun and surprises! Even though you are old and senile (...roll out the walkers, you're going to throw out a hip any moment), there's still plenty of time for you to party like no one's watching!!

(and... lets be real, that's absolutely what you've probably been doing tonight. Past-Milo will be shocked if Future-Milo doesn't witness the world's most epic Karaoke Sesh)

Above all though - I hope that you are happy. Truly and sincerely. I was going to say that happiness isn't something I can gift - but quite frankly you've shown me that isn't the case. Perhaps not something physical that can be wrapped, but something that can certainly be shared. So I can only hope that you've been gifted so much happiness tonight, during April and beyond. You deserve that after everything.

I know things haven't always been the best, but I'm not kidding when I say you've handled it with a grace and maturity I don't think I could even imagine (yes, even at your so-called 'lowests). And you know, as Pluto, that I'm serious when I say that.

In all honesty, I'm going to spill my guts here a little - mostly because it's all stuff I want you to know, but I know I wouldn't have the actual words to say. Or I wouldn't know how to say it. Truly, I don't know a whole lot overall, especially when it comes to... how to act or planning futures or anything like that but - you've shown me so much and I'm always excited to learn from you. You inspire me for everything (and I know you probably just rolled your eyes but it's true. I look up to you!) When Pipril started I said that if I tried to list off all of the good things about you, we'd be here for years, and I stand by that. You, Pip Seville, are truly one of a kind in the best way possible. And I'm lucky to be able to know you. You saved me in more ways than one, obviously. So thank you for being the best family I've ever had - genuinely. I don't think I knew what it meant to have a family that was so full of love and real genuine kindness until I met you. I'm forever grateful for all of the warmth, love and knowledge that you've shared with me. I've never had friends before. But thanks to you, I do. Not just friends but best friends. Family.

And I know I can't do much to repay that - but I was hoping that with Pipril, I could at least try to show you how much you mean not only to me, but to this world as a whole. You are a shining Star Pip. I just hope you see that too.

Happy Birthday hyung. Love you, Milo

#c: Pip #x; Piplo #x; Pipril

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