#really!!

[robosylveon]

i was at MFF this year!! you know, midwest furfest!! where were all my fellow furry con goers???

[beauregard-s]

If Cregan Stark (yes, Tom Taylor, you! 🫵) doesn’t flash his pretty face through HOTD s3 I AM GONNA SUE!

I’m an actual lawyer and I’ll be lawyering for this NON SENSE

[priorisathing-archived]

Alright, who's going to do us all a favor and rewrite One Way or Another where after chapter 19 Nancy sleeps over at Robins for comfort.

Who's it gonna be??? Huh??

[quietplace26]

I'm now imagining Zhongli!mc, but full on knows who Venti!mc is and both are extremely in love from the real world and in Teyvat, unlikely to happen, because then all the Archons are feckin mcs in the blink of an eye

It's getting ridiculous at this point. The Archons are MCs, what's next? The other playable characters? One of the NPCS? Celestia themselves?!

Edit: I'm not mad. I'm not complaining. I'm just joking- 😥

Tagging: @platinumrosetail, @arn9tails, @bloodytea, @esthelily

[all-pacas]

if that's how you write fluff, i wonder how you'd write pathetic pining, maybe this one is from chases pov?

anon you're just daring me to actually write angst aren't you

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The night before she broke up with him, Cameron had stayed over. She seemed to like Chase's apartment, and he tried not to let that feel personal: his place was bigger, he had the nicer shower by far. But it did feel personal, dangerous even: they ordered pizza and watched TV and she'd curled up against him, not just a casual lean but fully tucked against his side, comfortable and warm and nice smelling and it had to mean something, it had to. Not only that his apartment had hardwood floors.

Cameron slept like a log. Sex knocked her right out: she'd get drowsy and lazy and cuddly after, sweet and sleepy. Stretch and settle and close her eyes. Chase had been a restless sleeper his whole life, waking at the slightest disturbance or unexpected sound. That she was so at ease in his bed must mean something too. One night he'd woken for no reason, gotten out of bed to drink some water for something to do. As soon as he'd crawled back under the blankets she'd sighed, still asleep, drawn closer and curled herself against his back. It meant something. It did. It must.

His father had, occasionally, delighted in bringing Robert to black tie fundraisers, dinners with donors and conferences with other giants in the field. And this is my son, he'd say proudly, presenting Robert to heads of hospitals, the Lord Mayor, to billionaire donors. Robert's role was to affirm his dream of becoming a doctor and to ask polite and flattering questions. When he was nine, Robert had liked these events. His father's hand on his shoulder, the way his father would praise him and his grades and his talents. By the time he was twelve, he'd realized his father had no idea what his grades or talents were. By the time he was fourteen, the only time he ever saw his father was at one of these events, but whenever he was asked he'd go anyway, certain that eventually he'd hit on the right formula, that one of these days, the praise would be genuine.

It was several more years before he learned. In the end, all that his years of playing the admiring son had gotten him was a comprehensive knowledge of cocktail party etiquette, and an acquaintanceship with nearly all of his future med school professors.

Both were surprisingly useful. The networking paid off once he was in med school, struggling to catch up to his peers after a year of seminary. The former was even more handy. Chase could manage a wine list, a formal dinner, and any manner of forks. Girls, he'd soon found, were often impressed by that sort of thing. He wasn't sure if Cameron would be, but he had his suspicions: he remembered her one date with House.

At first their thing had been about making House jealous. Sure. Chase knew that. But now House knew and didn't care, and Cameron kept coming over to Chase's apartment anyway. So it couldn't be that. She kept spending her nights with him. Looking at him, grinning dangerous and bright, tempting him into storage closets or on call rooms or the backseat of her car. Their boss knew, Cuddy knew, Foreman knew. Why shouldn't they make it official? Give up the pretense and just —

He'd take her on a real date, he thought. Not a sandwich shop or out grabbing takeaway. A place with waiters and wine lists. Cameron liked that sort of thing, and he thought he might be able to impress her. She'd tease him sometimes — they all did — about being a rich kid, being careless with his money. He imagined their first real date. How she'd roll her eyes and make fun of him, but be pleased all the same. Smiling the way she did: indulgent, embarrassed. He wasn't sure, but he thought he could make her happy. He wanted that. For her to be happy. To be the one to make her so.

He'd had his arguments ready: he knew Cameron well enough to suspect she'd demand them, that she wants to be convinced or wooed. One date, that's what he'd ask her. One real date. She'd let herself be convinced because she wanted it too. He'd buy her flowers. She'd tease him for trying too hard and it was strange how much he wanted that.

How do you want to celebrate? she asks, and he knows he's got her, that everything will be just as he'd planned. She likes him, he knows it. Maybe even more, maybe —

I want more, he says, and her face falls.

After her date with House, Cameron had come into work red-eyed and exhausted, and they had teased her for crying and her obvious denials and care.

The morning after she dumps Chase, she comes into work looking great, and he feels sick. Her smile is ice cold when she tells him good morning and she and Foreman have a long cheerful conversation about the clinic, and he thinks maybe he never learned his lesson after all.

[1-800-cuupid]

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Recent asks for ya reminded me that I haven't sent this ask around after receiving it cuz I'm shy dumb but ummm gimme Paradise perhaps? 💚

thank you sm for the ask <3

[almost-an-artist]

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