#neverprey

[cuileandorcha]

✂ A fandom that you feel isn’t open and accepting?

Salty Mun Meme || Accepting

[Leans slowly into the microphone] As someone who's been there and is currently adjacent to it??? Didney. Didney centered fandoms are weirdly insular and with very very few exceptions, in my experience? They don't really... Embrace any original characters or even characters that aren't written to the letter of the movies or are looking for development outside of the central plot and they're very clique-y?

It's weird.

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Misha & Lina @neverprey

[eclipsecrowned]

never beating canon kisser allegations because of Axem. smh 😔✌🏽

They take on a new muse. I clap like a jester and ask who we can plot for. They place the muse on the table posed like one of their French girls. They point, statistically, at Hel or Dream. The die is cast. I sob as I complete the transactional ritual. We somehow end up with 10 new ships, 15 new poly arrangements, and up to 100 new shipkids. /j

I fucking love my bestie and will never tire of The Rituals.

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Jameson & Misha @neverprey

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Lina..... .... .... therapy. jesus. self love. literally anything, but don't let her and trapper near each other.

His eyes narrow as he looks over not his bingo card, but Evan's. The most important squares on the board weren't mark off. Only one centered around being good to Evan was mark off - and it was the one that gave her opportunity to be confrontational with others.

"No."

Absolutely not.

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Lucy would hold her head for her even.

"High Marks!" She sounds delighted, "And you've mark off the most important of them, as well, how could I possibly resist." She leans down, tilting Lucy's face up by her chin before pressing a kiss to her hairline.

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§ uwu JJ & Misha

Wall Kisses || Selectively Accepting

It's just a hand at her hip, at first. 

Far from uncommon, as much as it makes her eyes drop toward it, the casual touch enough to make affection swell in her chest. She'd insist Jameson come to inventory with her - "It'll go faster if we're both doing it" - though really she should have been getting in his car to go home at this point. 

The thought that she was in the way comes to mind before the idea that he was trying to distract her from insisting on working overtime. At least, that is, until his hand doesn't move from her hip, and she's instead being guide so her back is to the wall. Her heart skips a beat in it's fluttering take off.

She knows that he's said something, quiet enough that it's like he's trying not to let Lucy hear... But her eyes are too busy watching the way his mouth moves when he's smiling and talking at the same time. It takes too much of her attention for her ears to actually register what he said.

And for all it's eager wandering, her mind keeps looping back around to how good he smells so close. Keeps getting caught up on the way that shea and cocoa butter and sandalwood and pine and him make for a combination that she can't see ever getting tired of. 

The teakwood incense still in her hand couldn't even begin to compare.

His hand moves from her hip to her midriff as he bends down a little further, and she thinks she could just melt at the warmth coming off of him. The tingling of cinnamon gum still lingering in her mouth is cold by comparison to the heat of his soft palm where it touches her skin. 

His beard brushes against her chin, his lips touch hers, and the joy that swells in her chest makes it hard for her not to try and jump into his arms.

She was sure he'd catch her if she did.

She uses better judgement than that, but doesn't hesitate in putting her arms around his shoulders as she kisses him back. Incense still in hand even as she make sure he can't pull away with any ease...

She supposed the world wouldn't end if she left work only a little late.

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Jameson is squatting down so they're closer in height. Looking up at Misha with such soft eyes. He's too good to actually be the asshole, but sometimes he's gonna feel that way. "Well, lil bit, see, what happened was," his voice is soft, slow to start, trying to be as accurate and honest about it as he can be, as unbias as possible.

"I was gonna take off early today, let Laverne close for me down at the shop. Then we got a call come in about quart after 3, it was Laverne's husband an he was wiggin out. So Laverne said she got to go, but I didn't like the way he was talking to her none. I know it ain't my business what folk do, Laverne grown and I ain't tryna be captain save a hoe." This is a lie, Jameson stays on his save a hoe bullshit and they both know it.

"But I can't have people disrupting my business." A convenient excuse. "So I had her stay there and told her husband to pull up." He makes a face, clearly knowing this was the moment everything went south. He pressed his lips together as he shakes his head.

"My dude pulled up with two friends, talking about how I don't tell him what to do, gettin in Laverne face. So, I let my hand do the talking." He playfully swats the air in front of him before remembering he's supposed to look remorseful. "I slap ol dude so hard the taste came out his mouth. Gonna spend the next week feeling like eating at Arby's. He did a full spin. Next thing I know the cops pullin up and I just spent three hours at the station explainign that they came in to my place of business threatening me and my staff."

He sighed and runs his hand over his hair. "So now I'm the asshole who got Laverne man locked up, and stood you up, I guess."

AITA? || Accepting

Saying that Misha looks unimpressed when Jameson squats down would be giving her expression a disservice - if looks could kill he would be the most recent in a long line of people who'd been done in by such a pouty glare. It's clear, at least by her expression, that she does think he's an asshole - at least before he's start his explanation.

After the explanation starts, she's got to set her jaw to even try and stay mad at him for standing her up without any word. Has to purse her lips to maintain any vitriol in the look she was giving him.

Ugh. Damn him for being so sweet. And Caring about people.

As if that wasn't the reason that she'd fallen for him in the first place.

The venom in her look slips away the further into his story he gets, and she's got to fight back a smile - something she makes no effort to hide - as he swats at the air in front of him. She's not even feeling particularly frosty anymore. How was she supposed to stay mad at him when he was just... Being himself? Standing up for what was right when other people might have been content to watch?

He'd always been the better of the two of them, and while she can't say for certain that she would have done the same in his position - her method might have involved more than an open palm to the face - she loved him for it.

"Well..."

She pauses, a dramatic one, and after the bite she packs into the one word, she doesn't doubt it will be a relief to see her start smiling. A wry forgiveness in the expression as her eyes soften properly. 

"It sounds like I have better taste than Laverne, because my man isn't half the asshole her husband is."