#(I am in fact drawing them all with flowers so jokes on me!!!)

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

(FE: Engage) Citrinne, Ivy, and Rosado with an S/O who draws them a lot

THE ENGAGE WRITING, IT BEGIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINS

Citrinne notices S/O sketching something on a notebook. The first time she sees it, she doesn't ask.

But the second time she sees S/O scribbling away, now they have her attention.

(Citrinne) "S/O? What are you drawing?"

When S/O reveals to her many many sketches of her, she's taken aback.

(Citrinne) "Y-You've been drawing me? Why? I think there are much better looking people than me to have a model for."

(S/O) "Don't talk like that. There's no one one I'd rather sketch than you."

Citrinne is very touched they bothered to draw someone like her out of everyone, even if they were together.

S/O gives Citrinne one of their drawings, and everytime she starts to feel unsure of herself, she looks at that drawing for a boost in confidence.

Ivy sees S/O drawing something at the corner of her eye. It was her intention to ask what they were drawing anyway, but she notices they look up to her, then back down.

She walks up to them, but they didn't seem to realize she was there.

(Ivy) "...Ahem."

(S/O) "Oh, hi, Ivy."

(Ivy) "You keep glancing at me, is there something wrong?"

(S/O) "Nothing, just getting a reference."

(Ivy) "Reference?"

S/O lets Ivy hold the notebook and she sees the various doodles they had drawn of her.

In fact, it covered both pages side to side.

Her blank expression slowly grows into a small blush and wide eyes.

(Ivy) "How many sketches have you made of me? And why only me?

(S/O) "You're the most beautiful woman I know. Why wouldn't I?"

(Ivy) "I-I..."

Her blushing becomes even more obvious as her lips form the faintest smile.

(Ivy) "Hm. Well, thank you for thinking so highly of me."

Her eyes land on a particular drawing and her smile instantly vanishes.

(Ivy) "...Though, I would also thank you to not draw me so preposterously in the farthest left sketch."

(S/O) "The one with you wearing shades or the one of you eating a flower?"

(Ivy) "..." sigh

Rosado can't help but walk over to S/O the moment he notices S/O sketching something.

(Rosado) "Hello, dear!~ Drawing your cutie today, are you?"

(S/O) "I am, actually."

(Rosado) "Wait, seriously? Lemme see!"

Rosado was just joking, but he's pleasantly surprised by the answer.

Being an artist himself, he's always happy to see S/O's works, especially now that they decided tod raw him!

Hopefully they catch all the details from his face onto the drawing-

...And his hopes are crushed the moment he sees what the drawing actually is.

(Rosado) "...What."

(S/O) "Looks pretty accurate if you ask me!"

(Rosado) "A-AS IF MY HAIR ACTUALLY LOOKS LIKE THAT!"

After seeing him pout, S/O bursts into laughter and shows him the actual drawings, which look pretty dead-on. Not to mention the drawings of him were top to bottom on the pages.

(Rosado) "Wha-, you've had these? Why didn't you show me?!"

(S/O) "Because I knew you'd ask, so I wanted to give you a surprise!"

Hearing S/O laugh makes Rosado give a sigh but smile in return.

(Rosado) "Alright, you got me. But don't be mad at me if I give you a drawing that looks like that!"

#fire emblem engage imagines #fire emblem engage x reader #fire emblem engage headcanons #citrinne fe x reader #ivy fe x reader #rosado fe x reader #citrinne fire emblem #ivy fire emblem #rosado fire emblem

[bluenightcomedies]

uuuugh i keep procrastinating cuz i wanna make new refs n' arts n' all for us all but art slow so fuggit placeholder pinned abt the system better pinned with comm details, other accs, etc later :3 will reopen for commissions once arty verifies me! as a whole we're legally deaf and disabled! we can all draw but have diff styles/preferences :3 body is 30 (eugh i don't like admitting that) so am adult BUT we don't wanna be involved in nsfw art so pls respect that⭐ We can't get a formal diagnosis due to various real life issues, so we're not going to claim any particular diagnosis, but we can't exactly ignore the symptoms and stay masked forever. We're going to stay out of syscourse as much as possible, of course. 🌙 each alter has an assigned emoji so ppl can tell us apart easier if needed, use em as our tags too (when we remember) note- using they/them for any of us fine too!⭐

(doesn't include alters that rarely or never front) ⭐star emoji = Blue! she/her pls~ guess i'm the honorary host cuz i front most. uhhh... nothing rly too fancy i can say abt myself, i'm p affectionate and love y2k art and hanging out, i try to be as nice as i can >w< my art's usually sketchbooky, with thin lines and soft colors/shading!

💠this blue gem/flower emoji is Azure! she/her, she's kinda new to the system. looks n' acts a lot like me but uh... more childish i guess? very silly, very 'cringe culture is dead'. loves to rp, say silly things, n' cling to people. hyperfixates on Dot Hack (RIP) her art looks like mspaint x3 🌙 (Writing for myself since I'm available.) The name's Lune, hence moon emoji, and I use she/her pronouns as well. Formerly "Starry" but people kept confusing me with Blue due to her star symbolism. Used to be the designated mask, I'm glad I don't have to do that anymore... Sometimes I re-mask out of habit so if something sounds like me but wasn't marked as an alter, it probably is me. I have a flat tone and chronic paranoid anxiety so uh... Let me know if I come across as rude, I usually don't mean to. I enjoy doing research and organizing information, so I'm often the one to fact-check things or find guides and how-to's for the system. My art's very bold and colorful, and friends describe it as 'angular'. Clashes with my personality, huh? 🗝️key emoji = Sylverwynd! he uses he/him! he's super laid back and chill, i've never seen him upset or anything, but he's rly long-winded talks... kinda poet-y? he loves reading and talking abt lore and myths so he'll pop in if ur talking abt something he likes or if he has trivia 2 share! fave genres r horror n' fantasy he's still experimenting w/ style but likes drawing rly soft

❌cross emoji= Laceburner! it/its or they/them pronouns! tbh i'm not used to it/its pronouns but Lace wanted em; it's very uh... emotionally empty i guess? aroace, agender, can't socialize or empathize v well. it usually fronts when the rest of us are tired or in pain cuz it just ignores all that. likes 2000's scenemo aesthetics though which is surprising but ye idk how to describe its style, but it's trying to mimic emo art n' likes bright colored lines with dark bg/colors 🗡️the dagger is Kal! he/him pronouns, he gets angry and stressed abt things really easy but he gets too hostile abt it so he tries to not front too much; need to find him a way to de-stress n' chill out... when he's not mad at smth he's a good sympathetic listener imo, still swears and talks all rough tho hasn't drawn much yet but does rly harsh lines and fast/messy sketches when he does (and gets riled up by mistakes =w=;)

❤️heart is Weiss! genderfluid, goes by any pronouns, usually uses whatever they like at the time x3 has a hard time fronting but tries to. flirty, loves dumb jokes, overly confident... (we worry they'd get us in trouble sometimes cuz the shit they want to say) loves demon and monster-related stuff! still experimental style but uses bold colors and thick rough lines a lot, may get suggestive (forbidden from outright nsfw, don't ask >:c) btw ur always welcome to direct asks @ someone specific >w< we just might take a while to respond

#pinned post #pinned intro #plural artist #furry artist #system stuff

[shirefantasies]

Hi, I hope you doing good. Can i have a matchup for LOTR and/or HOBBIT please 💐 Firstly English not my first language. I'm autistic. I'm genderfluid, bisexual with male preference.I have long black wavy hair. I have thick black eyebrows, brown eyes. I always have rosy chubby cheeks. I have braces. My body is curvy with very big chest and little tummy. My eyebrows are constantly furrowed. Also I'm 172 cm. I'm Libra. If you interested, my mbti Infp and my enneagram 5w4. I always have poker face. I'm very outspoken, stubborn. I always doing my job alone. I find it difficult to express my feelings and prefer to isolate myself. My best feature is that I know a little about everything, I always surprise people. Those who know me for the first time describe me as cold, scary, quiet, unapproachable and distant, mature. But at heart I'm compassionate and helpful, works for the good of people. And they often think I can't speak and I'm deaf but I'm not. People say I'm extremely chaste. When I enter an environment, I listen to what people say and get to know them well, I decide if there is anyone worth talking to. I'm only close to two or three people. They describe me as cold, soft inside, calm, sarcastic, resourceful and knowledgeable. I am usually a rebellious person. I am the person who stands against injustices and lies in an environment. They say I make clever jokes and I'm the mom-friend. Actually i like to help everyone and it works automatically without me noticing. I will help anyone by giving my all. And i hate phsyical touch. My love language is words of affirmation. If I talk about myself, I've always been on my own. I have family problems, I was never close with my father. Even though we are side by side with my mother, we are distant. I'm just my own mom and dad. That's why I've always focused on academic achievement for salvation. And I think I'm very good at it. My hobbies are drawing, sewing, writing and researching, especially about mythology, cultures, politics, history, fashion. I like to visit second-hand and antique markets. I'm someone who doesn't like to waste money but cares about clothing. I always wear my headphones and listen to music, i listen every genre. I like silence, soft colors, being alone, flowers (especially honeysuckle), spring and breeze. I don't like crowds, noise, children, loud talkers and shiny things. I always wear colorful clothes with floral prints or all black. I also wear interesting earrings and different printed socks. And finally, I don't really have an ideal type. I love every person. I like the fact that there are different people. And I don't believe in love. If I'm going to be with someone, I'll be happy if we have respect, compassion, and loyalty to each other. It is enough that we are in harmony with each other. If I am with someone, I am clearly their mother.

You sure can have a matchup 💐 and your man is…

Beorn! 🐻

You are tired of the world. Tired of all its hustle and bustle and rules and unnecessary noise. It isn’t like you have family back in any of those towns and cities anyway. Nature is your true domain, the place where you can be yourself and feel harmony, stroll through fields of fragrant blooms without prying eyes…or so you think. A small patrol of orcs catches you off guard, brandishing their scimitars and chasing you deeper into the woods you had sought solace in. Your legs pump as fast as they can, but it is hardly enough. Just as you think your burning, heaving chest will give out and fail you, though, a great bear bursts from the woods, making short work of your would-be tormentors. Before your eyes the beast shrinks down, becoming a great man, and bids you simply “Come with me.”

Had you more energy you’d have tried to fight, but as it is you practically shake from the adrenaline and still feel a burning in your lungs; nodding, you just follow him down a trail and across a field to his cottage. Distant, in bloom, populated only by livestock and bumblebees. You like it. Tentatively you smile up at the towering, bearded man. “You have no home, do you?” He asks. You shake your head and he sighs. “That is what I thought.” It seemed he isn’t much one for company, either. No complaints leave his lips, though, as you set down your small pack of possessions, or as you scan the interior of his home, taking in every nook and cranny. “We eat in an hour,” the man simply says.

Beorn. You learn his name over the meal, confirm your suspicions that he, too, has his reasons for isolating from society. Tell him how beautiful his home really is as he speaks of protecting nature’s gifts and feeling no remorse for those who sully them. Respect flows through you at his words, keeps you nodding as he speaks.

When you emerge the next morning, this time clean and in a long dress of floral print, you notice the way Beorn’s bushy eyebrows rise, his expression softens. You practically challenge him as you go outside, exploring and gently tending the livestock. He says nothing, though, save following you and giving you the occasional nod at your kind treatment of his animals. “Keep my house safe,” he tells you at the end of the day, “and I keep the woods safe.” In his way, you realize, he is asking you to stay, and you agree. He makes a nicer meal this night.

Your motions in the kitchen are something of a dance, Beorn and you all but intuitively moving around the other, working in perfect rhythm. His people have many old songs to learn, and you vow to sing them as best you can as you work. Beorn cleans and bends some old metal scraps, strings a pair of acorns into new earrings for you. Payment for repairing all his blankets, he says, but you catch the faintest of smiles on his lips. Spring explodes across the meadows in great flowery bursts. Soon in your pastures a new calf is born; in a wave of excitement and celebration, Beorn lifts you up by the waist and spins you around. Both of your serious expressions bursting into true joy, utter freedom of care and concern, for the first time in too long. Some may call your life simple, your relationship confusing, but you know what you are to each other deep in your hearts of hearts and you want for nothing that your woods, your little cottage, and each other cannot provide.

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#the hobbit #the hobbit imagines #the hobbit x reader #the hobbit matchups #beorn #beorn x reader #ask #anon #requested #matchup monday

[thebestofoneshots]

hi i hope you doing good. Can i have a "✩ Star" for Marauders Era please 💐I'm autistic. I'm genderfluid, bisexual with male preference.I'm okay with Poly!Marauders. I have long black wavy hair. I have thick black eyebrows, brown eyes. I always have rosy chubby cheeks. I have braces. My body is curvy with very big chest and little tummy. Also I'm 172 cm. I'm Libra also a Slytherin. If you interested, my mbti Infp and my enneagram 5w4. I always have poker face. I'm very outspoken. I find it difficult to express my feelings and prefer to isolate myself. My best feature is that I know a little about everything, I always surprise people. Those who know me for the first time describe me as cold, scary, quiet, and distant. And they often think I can't speak and I'm deaf but I'm not. People say I'm extremely chaste. When I enter an environment, I listen to what people say and get to know them well, I decide if there is anyone worth talking to. I'm only close to two or three people. They describe me as cold, soft inside, calm, sarcastic, resourceful and knowledgeable. I am usually a rebellious person. I am the person who stands against injustices and lies in an environment. They say I make clever jokes and I'm the mom-friend. Actually i like to help everyone and it works automatically without me noticing. I will help anyone by giving my all. And i hate phsyical touch. My love language is words of affirmation. If I talk about myself, I've always been on my own. I have family problems, I was never close with my father. Even though we are side by side with my mother, we are distant. I'm just my own mom and dad. That's why I've always focused on academic achievement for salvation. And I think I'm very good at it. My hobbies are drawing, sewing, writing and researching, especially about mythology, cultures, politics, history, fashion. I like to visit second-hand and antique markets. I'm someone who doesn't like to waste money but cares about clothing. I always wear my headphones and listen to music, i listen every genre. I like silence, soft colors, being alone, flowers (especially honeysuckle), spring and breeze. I don't like crowds, noise, children, loud talkers and shiny things. I always wear colorful clothes with floral prints or all black. I also wear interesting earrings and different printed socks. And finally, I don't really have an ideal type. I love every person. I like the fact that there are different people. And I don't believe in love. If I'm going to be with someone, I'll be happy if we have respect, compassion, and loyalty to each other. It is enough that we are in harmony with each other. If I am with someone, I am clearly their mother. -🧠

If you want to participate in "TBOS' 400 Followers Celebration" too, you can look at this post for all the options of prompts you can choose form &lt;3

☆ Star: send a short description of yourself and I’ll tell you who I ship you with!

Hey darling! I soooo ship you with Regulus Black. When you two first met, he didn’t know what to make of you, the shy new Slytherin kid. The shyest in your group, he noticed that easily. But there was something about you that sucked him in. Even if whenever your eyes crossed in the common room you would just stare at him for a second and then turn your head, not even making a single expression, nothing.

He was the first to approach you, but he didn’t try to talk to you, in fact, he just walked closer to you as he spoke to Barty, he had realized you liked to listen to what people might have to offer before exchanging a word with them. Barty had tried to talk to you several times before, but you hadn’t replied, so he thought of you as a very rude person. But that day, when Regulus asked if you could pass him something, and you replied with a sweet “sure, here you go,” he was shocked.

“So you can talk?” Barty teased.

“Leave them alone,” Regulus had warned him, with an icy stare, bordering on a threat. Barty had shut up in an instant and he never dared bother you again.

Your friendship with Regulus had developed slowly, you appreciated how he always noticed whether you were presenting as a girl or a boy, and used the correct pronouns with you. It was sweet, and it made you trust him even more. He once invited you to Hogsmeade, and the two of you walked together through the crowded areas, shying away from them and deciding to walk inside an antique store instead. There he purchased a necklace that had caught your eye. You found it laying on your bed, inside a box with a note inside.

There’s something about you that I just can’t put my finger on, there’s nothing like spending time with you, talking about anything and everything like we do sometimes… I enjoy walking with you and looking at you while you’re so focused on getting the strokes of a drawing right, when you’re too preoccupied with getting the seam of a garment to look perfect, or even when you’re just staring at the fire like it’s the most interesting thing in the world. Thank you for being a part of my life (Y/N). -RAB

You smiled, a little giddy after reading such sweet words, and you knew they were true, you had seen the way Regulus looked at you, you weren’t blind, but you had also noticed how respectful he’d been about his admiration, how he’d retracted his hand after reaching out for you several times, as not to startle you, He had watched you, learned your boundaries, and he stuck to them like they were the most important rules on earth.

“I loved your note,” you told him when you saw him again after that. “I also really like spending time with you, It’d be lovely to do it more…” you told him, a little smile developing on your lips.

A/N: Hey hun! I really hope you enjoy this little ship, I read your little prompts and it absolutely screamed Regulus to me, btw I hope I didn't write anything triggering, I tried to be extra carful <3

Side note, I'm so so so sorry for taking so long to deliver this, it's been like a week I know, but I've been working on Gilded Constellations and also a new episode of The Five Senses (that will be dropping later today), bedsides my day job getting a bit heavy on the workload, so it's taking me a bit longer than I expected to deliver the "400 Follower Celebration" gifts. But rest assured, they will all be delivered, I promise.

Much Love, Lilly xx

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[uselessmicrowave]

Hi,can you do a matchup for tfp(and-or)rid (and-or)tfa.(whatever you feel like honestly,even if it's just one of the above)

I am a fem with mid length thick dark brown very wavy hair(borderline curly).I have big brown eyes kinda round and almond shaped at the same time.I love exercise so I am relatively fit.My face is a bit rounded(big cheeks) with some angles.I am very pale but have a lot of moles one or two in my face but most in my arms and torso.I also have this weird birthmark(a tag in my one ear).In terms of fashion i like darker clothing with an occasional dash of pink since it's something that looks good on me.Flared pants,jean and leather jackets,leather bags from when my grandpa was in the army bcs they are functional and stylish(also they still look brand new) custom made bags with rock bands and a bag that looks like a duck(i like ducks).I also like custom made shirts with jokes regarding my personal interests (books,series ect...) and my messed up sleep schedule.

At first glance I am a bit reserved but if I am made comfortable I will open up(i kinda choose the people I will open up to).I love sarcasm and very dark humor.I will joke around a lot and I want to encourage people around me to be happy. I deeply love learning information in every form.I study physics because I love astronomy and I want to become an astronomer but I am also a big history/archeology/mythology nerd.In my free time I love learning new stuff(psychology, law, history ,random facts ect...),reading,working out and listening to music(fav song:soltitude).I like art a lot,drawing,reading about it,going to museums and exhibitions.I also love going out on nature and on all sorts of adventures but I dont have the right person to do that with.I deeply love nature and the sea since I grew up in an island.(I dont know if it helps but I am an intj)

I have clear goals in life,I am very ambitious,patient,curious and diplomatic but still have a bit of a nihilistic approach to life(in a good sense,to fuel questions about the world around me).

As I said before I can be quite reserved and appear as cold but I am a very sensitive person,an extreme overthinker.I feel insecure because when I get too comfortable/excited my voice gets really loud,I get all giddy and I have been told off about it enough times.I dont know how to receive a compliment or acts of friendship/kindness because growing up I had very bad experiences in school.However I like to be there for people and I want them to feel good around me.I like helping a lot by solving problems and being kind but I hate myself for it because I feel like I am showing weakness (but once I realise someone is a friend I am THERE no matter what)I also am the "I told you so" kind of friend but I am not judging(quite the opposite) .I deal with anxiety and I get lonely around people but I dont let it affect my social life,I really push myself out there no matter what and I always push myself to get back on my feet and keep going after bad experiences because we only have one life and we have to make the most of it.

I also am a very calm even during arguements,until someone crosses a line and hell breaks loose.

Sorry if its too long but I usually get carried away with requests,i hope its okay(maybe this it why only once in my life I got a request done by someone😂)

Hello anon! I’m matching you up with TFA Prowl and TFP Knockout + Breakdown!

Prowl

You can’t see it when you first meet, but he has heart-optics when he first sees you.

Prowl will often offer to go see the ducks in a park pond and feed them with you (even if it isn’t technically allowed to feed them).

Loves the way you dress, reminds him of bright flowers in a dark forest.

He’ll try to help you with straightening out your sleep schedule.

Appreciates that you will give him his personal space. He’s also very shy to touch, so instead of both of you being very embarrassed, you’ll sit close to him while meditating.

KO+BD

It’s alright that you feel adverse to touch, but that’s their primary love language and they feel bad for leaving you out if you don’t join in cuddling.

Breakdown also has a pretty dark taste in humor, so you’ll reflect on that and joke about things going on in the war.

They always fuel into your giddiness, never ever shutting you down unless it’s something very serious.

Knockout overthinks a lot of things, playing into more anxiety. If you spend some quality time with him though, the worries will slip away from him. You could be doing anything with him, so long as it’s in an upbeat mood and with you.

They give you so many compliments and when you respond with confusion or adversity they know something’s wrong.

#micro matchups #prowl #tfa #tfa prowl #tfa x reader #transformers animated #tfa prowl x reader #prowl x reader #tfp #tfp breakdown #tfp x reader #breakdown x reader #knockout #tfp knockout #tfp knockout x reader #knockout x reader #kobd x reader #kobd

[notyour-valentine]

Dance with me ~ John Shelby x Reader

Summary: Three little words, with a lot of meaning and implications depending on how and where they are said (Fluff)

Note: This is the version with John. Here are those with Arthur and Tommy if you are curious. And here is my [Masterlist]

I do not consent to my work being translated, copied or posted elsewhere on this platform or any other. This hasn't been beta'd so I apologise for typos or mistakes

Warning: Alcohol consumption, otherwise none. As I am an adult, all my writing I share is unless explicitly stated for adults (18/21+). Your media consumption is your own responsibility. 

Wordcount: 1347 words

It was a warm night, but it would have been a warm night even if it had been December and not the middle of July, and not just because of the fires. It was the people that made it warm, the sound of their voices, the melody of their songs and what they carried in their hearts. 

People of all ages had gathered around, some chatting, some dancing. Some were sitting around the fires, some standing in small groups, or leaning against the trees or the wagons. Some children were already asleep while others were still running wild. There were no arbitrary rules tonight, to keep them all apart. Everyone went where they wanted, said what they wanted, did what they wanted.

The drink in her cup tasted more of smoke than anything else, but she drank all the same, before setting it down on the ground beside her. 

John picked it up and took a sip as his other hand drawing lazy circles on her bare arm and the back of her neck, pushing her hair out of the way. 

Some of the younger children had had fun with her hair earlier, tying in ribbons and adding flowers. John had taken one of them and added it to his shirt pocket with a cheeky grin, making it look almost comical - his old worn white undershort, with rolled up sleeves, and then a flower tucked in front of his chest.

(Y/N) leaned into him as they listened to one of the many tales of Johnny Doggs. If one believed him, he had lived a century, travelled all five continents and met everyone, from Queen Victoria to the Emperor of China. 

Now he was telling another story, of travels on the continent. 

"...there I was, thinking we'd found the best place to sleep and because the night was warm just like this one, we slept outside." He explained as he walked around the fire, sparks hitting his trousers. 

"I was just having a particularly good dream which involved a woman I once met in Sicily when I suddenly woke up only to find a bull staring in front of me, eyes as red as that fire here as his hooves worked the ground."

The children jumped and yelped as he spun to face them, with his best imitation of a bull's snarl. 

He soaked their excitement up like a sponge and lowered his voice. 

"Now, you've seen bulls, but not like that, you haven't. His fur was black as hell itself and he had horns longer than me legs and sharper than a spearhead. It was the biggest bull I've ever seen- with a head the size of the back of that wagon."

"You're the biggest bull head I've ever seen.", One of the Lee boys heckled. 

Johnny's head snapped around, his face burning right red. 

"Let's hope it wasn't that red when the bull saw him.", John whispered into her ear. 

The joke wasn't even that funny, but it was made funnier by the drink and the late- or maybe early - hour and the fact that John had said it. 

Johnny continued his story about the encounter with the bull, but (Y/N) no longer listened. Instead she leaned her head against John's chest and let her eyes flutter close. To some people, home might be a place, a village, a street, a city or even a house. But to her, home had always been a feeling, a warmth independent of temperature that managed to keep the rain and the storm at bay, even if there were no walls and no windows, that saw her through the coldest winter and brightened up her darkest nights.

This was home. 

She would have fallen asleep here too, in his arms, with the smells of smoke and the sounds of song around her. 

But John wouldn't have it, bringing his fingers up to play on her ribs as if they were the tiles of a piano, coaxing breathless giggles from her lips as she tried to move away. 

"Getting weak already?", He wanted to know. 

"Never!", (Y/N) argued, turning in his arms. "Never ever."

"Good.", He grinned, before slapping his hands on his thighs. 

The world seemed to shift as he got up, pulling her up with him, making her feel every drop of alcohol she had drunk. 

"What are you doing?", She wanted to know, as he pulled her away from the fire and Johnny Dogg's tales.  

The grass tickled the soles of her feet, as her toes dug into the natural ground. 

"Dance with me.", He asked. 

"What?"

Walking backwards, he faced her, grinning from ear to ear. 

"I want to dance. Dance with me."

"John, we're both too drunk to dance.", She laughed. "We'll twist an ankle."

"Like I said, weak.", He teased. 

She took it as a challenge, but she also knew that it was what he had intended.

Her wide skirts brushed against her legs as she walked, floating with every step, every move and every gust of wind, as if they had a mind of their own. 

With a slight tug, he pulled her towards him. She stumbled and would have fallen if she hadn't crashed right into his chest, making both of them laugh. 

"You good to dance?", He asked, his voice softer now, brushing some loose strands of hair out of her face. 

"Better than you.", She hissed with a grin. "Drunk or sober."

John bit his lip as he shook his head, half hiding that lopsided grin of his. 

Arm in arm, they reached the spot where the music played loudly, but they still had enough room to properly dance, even if they might have swayed slightly getting there. 

The songs that were played here weren't the ballads of the campfires, but faster, cheerier tunes that captured her body and soul and brought a smile to her lips. John and her faced each other, almost as if ready for a duel and for one second they both held their breath. Then his hand found her waist and her hands found his and they began to let the music move them. 

There were dances of course, with corsets and ballgowns, with tight shoes and even tighter rules, but those weren't real dances, not truly. They were rehearsed, almost like a play. But dancing, proper dancing, had to be more than that- it had to be something like this, where one could feel the music running through your body, caressing the depth of your soul. 

Where there were no rules to follow except the one to do what felt right. 

It had to be like this, with the wind in her hair, tugging slightly at her skirt, with his hands on her and hers on him- the only steady thing in a world where sounds and sights and smells blended together to create a swirl around them. 

In between the music and the other voices, she could hear his laughter ringing through, and his whistling too, and perhaps he'd hear her own. 

(Y/N) did not know whether it was her that tripped or him but they ended up flush against each other once more. Her chest was heaving and his cheeks were burning red. But the grin they shared was the same. 

"The whole world's spinning!", She gasped breathlessly, gripping his arms. 

"Then we'll just have to spin in the other direction!", He suggested and before she could do anything but laugh, his hands tightened around her wrists. They both began to run in their little circle- round and round and round, leaning both their chests back and only holding their balance because of each other. 

This has to be what flying feels like, she thought as she leaned her head back. What freedom feels like.

(Y/N) closed her eyes and allowed herself feel- feel the wind and cold night air, the occasional spread of warmth when a gust carried over some heat from a fire, but most importantly felt him. 

The warmth of his skin, that seemed to trickle through her own reaching the depth of her bones, the rough skin of his fingers that caressed her the way only he could - the strength of his grip. 

They were going fast and faster, almost faster than the world itself, and perhaps they would stumble. Perhaps they would even fall, but she knew, deep down in the depth of her heart, that no matter what happened, she could count on John Shelby to never let her go. 

End.

Thank you for reading. I'd be very grateful for feedback or comments of any kind.

#John Shelby x reader #John Shelby x oc #John Shelby one shot #John Shelby fanfic #Peaky Blinders fanfic #Peaky Blinders imagine #valentineswritings #John Shelby #dance with me

[sanguinechaos]

cant believe i was so fucking delusional about Flamebringer and Enforcer interacting in some way that it came into existence

actually can we talk about that

listen i already Hortus de Escapismo would be a treat because its a Laterano related event and it involves my wife. actually he got an alter even i knew it i KNEW IT I WAS AN EXALTER TRUTHER AS SOON AS I SAW THAT BOUJEE WINCHESTER 1887 MY FUCKING WIFE IS HOME MY WIFE

and then they dropped the operator records for the Notarial Hall trio and for anyone who has not read those yet tl;dr from somewhat dubiously google translated chinese text:

in Insiders oprecs theres almost an all out brawl over a family heirloom donut recipe. its so funny to me that we all made fun of him cause his halo looked like a donut and he really is Donut Man™

actually his personal donut recipe is so sweet and greasy that the doctor nearly chokes to death on it. im pretty sure if you eat it you can physically feel your arteries popping shut

apparently he likes sweets so much because when they picked him off the streets in some small town bordering siracusa and brought him to laterano they gave him some candy and it just left such an impact on him

do all of you have dead parents is that like a requirement

he has donut pajamas

Executor oprec is kinda cute honestly. this guy is autistic. he has joined the war on autism on the side of the autism. anyway what we learned is that apparently his lack of empathy (as in the sanktas 6th sense) is something hes had from birth and not in fact due to his job as an executor

and also he has always had a black halo and wings. according to the manhua they also dropped his entire extended family has black halo/wings it has absolutely fuck all to do with him being willing to kill sankta if his job necessitates it its just genetic

he doesnt actually have that much of a problem recognizing what people are feeling, its more that he has trouble piecing together cause and effect or what those emotions mean to people. and his parents (before their tragic demise) taught him to like draw shapes on paper matching different emotions to parse it? cute

anyway the other executor that was on a mission with him when he was still a rookie bites the dust and Executor takes it so so so seriously and fucking tries to eat 100 scoops of ice cream because his senpai made a joke and he was just like "okay so that can count as a last will and testament i guess" like babe. babe. he applied for executive gelato funding

and they leave us hanging but i genuinely wonder how many he managed to eat before he probably vomited and couldnt see gelato for the next 3 months

Federico Giallo? no. Federico Gelato

also hes only around ~25 as of Exalter

Enforcer goes around asking various sarkaz about Kazdel cause obviously hes intending to go look for Cecelias dad with her

actual live reaction as soon as i saw 炎客 BEYONCE?! FLAMEBRINGER?!

Flamebringer is a wanted criminal the Notarial Hall has his mugshot on the office notice board (which tells me that there is NO WAY that Executor doesnt KNOW him or about him please i am so delulu rn Lowlight i fucking beg you let them interact kiss. violently suck face, even. "Dino wasnt this a 炎见 post?" if you were paying attention to my Twitter youd know i really like 葬炎见 in that exact order but ill take any combination of just two of them) and also he absolutely does not give a shit he just keeps watering the plants while Enfocer talks at him

Enforcer gets slammed against a wall and maybe choked a little unbelievable and Flamebringer is like "go bug someone else, blood is not for watering flowers" like oof ouch the edge on this guy

Mudmud helps Enfocer in the end tho :)

also he might be like 19 while my conservative estimate was at least 25 i THOUGHT the Notarial staff had law degrees now i get why everyone in Guide Ahead was like "waow, so young :o and already an executor!"

#arknights #flamebringer #enforcer #flameforcer #being held at knifepoint can be something so homoerotic #blood #going apeshit under the readmore #炎见

[irrealisms]

every martyr in this jungle liner notes

fic here if you haven't read it!

okay so this first point is, like, barely a liner note for the fic proper. but did you know i have spent the past several weeks engrossed in the mcyt-trio polls. i have written two fics for it and made a web weave and i'm already planning a third fic for the finale next round as a thank you to the mods. shit's crazy. i rushed the editing timeline on every martyr in this jungle because i wanted to publish it before the time on this poll runs out. vote eclipse federation if you haven't already, with the disclaimer that it's got like 16 hours left as of me writing this, and keep an eye out for a bench trio fic coming soon to a blog and/or ao3 near you

anyway! fic time!

the most-used word in this fic that is not a name (the top three words are of course Vitalasy, Zam, and Subz) is again. this is on purpose. during editing i deleted an instance of "again" due to awkward phrasing and i had to double-check before doing so that it was still winning in Word Frequency or else i would've added it back in somewhere else. they have had this conversation before. maybe not in its details, but in its shape. they are having this conversation again, again, again.

vitalasy has so many issues around zam being afraid of him, even though (a) vitalasy hasn't actually done anything to anyone other than himself*, (b) zam is the one who killed vitalasy. some things i was drawing on for character inspiration here: the song hold no guns by death cab for cutie, the poem ON BEING RAISED ON FAIRY TALES IN WHICH YOU ARE THE MONSTER by a.m.h. *sorry for the planetlord erasure

zam...isn't actually as afraid of vitalasy as vitalasy thinks he is. zam is, like, a normal amount afraid of all social interaction, due to who he is as a person. he is an incredibly scared and jumpy guy, because he has an anxiety disorder, but he isn't actually particularly scared of vitalasy qua vitalasy anymore. vitalasy just...has issues from when he was.

relatedly: if this were from zam's pov, every time there is the slightest pause in the dialogue you'd get his internal monologue, which is approximately "oh God oh fuck this is going so terribly what do i say why am i so bad at talking to Vitalasy what do i do" the entire time. he's trying! and the tension on his end is much less "aaaa Vitalasy who I am scared of is here" and much more "WHY DO I KEEP SAYING THE WRONG THING. WHY AM I SO BAD AT THIS. OH NO HE'S EVEN SADDER NOW?????"

it did need to be vitalasy pov, though. as soon as i got the idea i knew it had to be vitalasy pov. i knew it had to be vitalasy pov because the previous one was zam pov and they're mirrors. here they are, at the grave, (again!) but now it's vitalasy standing vigil, and zam awkwardly showing up to put flowers on it.

the way it is still, constantly, about subz. vitalasy gets mad at zam for this, because zam cares so much more about subz than him, but he's just as bad--every two seconds he's thinking about subz's death, subz's note. the grave is the space between them. the grave is the only thing bringing them together. this is a bit of a continuation of the last fic. it is about zam and vitalasy but it is also about the ghost of subz.

the moon-representing-subz has Less of a presence in this one vs the last one, except for at the very end. the moon is rising. subz will be back soon. (well...it rises once zam leaves. this, too, is a metaphor.)

also related to the ghost of subz: i considered bringing up the fact that zam's been [hallucinating? haunted?] seeing subz everywhere. it didn't quite work but it's a fun little detail that is, btw, canon. canon in a "one-off line that was a little bit a joke" way but nonetheless canon enough to make me crazy about it.

the note about zam fidgeting a lot to the point of half-dancing around mapicc and spoke is about his lunar client emotes . and how he does them Even More Than Usual (which is already a lot) when he is around ppl who are also being silly w lunar client emotes <3

the thing where... they know each other. they know each other so well. they are, both of them, trying. this does not fix anything, it just makes it hurt worse.

sort of related to that and sort of related to zam's Fear (in general, of vitalasy) and sort of its own thing, zam is.. mm. zam's got certain expectations of people. and it's easy to assume they're about his [past issues in relationships] or even about [the person he is presently talking to] but they're...not, really. they're not zero about those things but they're not only about those things either. they are in large part about what zam, personally, thinks he deserves (punishment, death, bad things, etc). (occasionally when zam feels better about himself it's about how zam is a Victimhero Martyr and everyone else is a sort of prop in that, which vitalasy also has a huge complex about, but that's less relevant in this fic specifically than the...thinking he deserves for vitalasy to hurt him & on some level he wants vitalasy to hurt him as a weird self-harm-by-proxy thing & therefore vitalasy is probably going to hurt him)

the song the title comes from is Estate Sale Sign by the Mountain Goats. it's one of my #1 eclipse federation songs, tbh it's also one of my #1 s4 zam songs in general--i also am fond of it for team awesome. the title, though--that's all eclipse fed. they are all martyring themselves. they have all either banned themselves off or seriously considered it. they remember loving each other and now they still love each other but they are giving away that love. mm. [i remember when we loved each other day and night//and high above the water/the eagle spots the fish/every martyr in this jungle/is gonna get his wish]....man. also thinking about ["This is a song about, um, you may find it necessary to get rid of all your stuff, at some point."] and vitalasy burning all his stuff before his suicide. that's less relevant to the fic, though.

the series title is really funny to me. credit to angel qfitmc on tumblr for making this joke on hyperbeam chat and me cracking up every time i remember it. the thing is. while vitalasy and zam are being so fucking angsty and miserable about subz's suicide. subz IS playing dark souls. also elden ring. jump king. etc. bro killed himself in minecraft to become a variety streamer and i think that's beautiful. he's just chilling. this was of course epitomized when zam tried to bring him back but he was too busy playing dark souls and so he just Didn't. point is you don't have to stand at his grave and weep he is LITERALLY doing a pokemon nuzlocke run right now on twitch dot tv. unfortunately this is not stopping these two. from standing at his grave. and weeping

#therapists dni #my writing #any british ants in the chat?

[aerospas]

Hi, I hope you doing good. Can I request matchup for Star Trek? I'm genderfluid, bisexual with male preference.I have long black wavy hair. I have thick black eyebrows, brown eyes. I always have rosy chubby cheeks. I have braces. My body is curvy with very big chest and little tummy. My eyebrows are constantly furrowed. Also I'm 172 cm. I'm Libra. If you interested, my mbti Infp and my enneagram 5w4. I always have poker face. I'm very outspoken, stubborn. I always doing my job alone. I find it difficult to express my feelings and prefer to isolate myself. My best feature is that I know a little about everything, I always surprise people. Those who know me for the first time describe me as cold, scary, quiet, unapproachable and distant, mature. But at heart I'm compassionate and helpful, works for the good of people. And they often think I can't speak and I'm deaf but I'm not. People say I'm extremely chaste. When I enter an environment, I listen to what people say and get to know them well, I decide if there is anyone worth talking to. I'm only close to two or three people. They describe me as cold, soft inside, calm, sarcastic, resourceful and knowledgeable. I am usually a rebellious person. I am the person who stands against injustices and lies in an environment. They say I make clever jokes and I'm the mom-friend. Actually i like to help everyone and it works automatically without me noticing. I will help anyone by giving my all. And i hate phsyical touch. My love language is words of affirmation. If I talk about myself, I've always been on my own. I have family problems, I was never close with my father. Even though we are side by side with my mother, we are distant. I'm just my own mom and dad. That's why I've always focused on academic achievement for salvation. And I think I'm very good at it. My hobbies are drawing, sewing, writing and researching, especially about mythology, cultures, politics, history, fashion. I like to visit second-hand and antique markets. I'm someone who doesn't like to waste money but cares about clothing. I always wear my headphones and listen to music, i listen every genre. I like silence, soft colors, being alone, flowers (especially honeysuckle), spring and breeze. I don't like crowds, noise, children, loud talkers and shiny things. I always wear colorful clothes with floral prints or all black. I also wear interesting earrings and different printed socks. And finally, I don't really have an ideal type. I love every person. I like the fact that there are different people. And I don't believe in love. If I'm going to be with someone, I'll be happy if we have respect, compassion, and loyalty to each other. It is enough that we are in harmony with each other. If I am with someone, I am clearly their mother.-🧠

from the original series, i'd pair you with, doctor mccoy!

with your outspoken and resourceful nature, mccoy might initially be taken aback, but he'd soon appreciate your depth of knowledge and your compassionate heart beneath your closed-off exterior. your willingness to stand against injustices would resonate strongly with mccoy, who's never one to shy away from speaking his mind. he might tease you for your serious demeanour, but deep down, he'd admire your determination and independence. your shared love for diving into research — whether it's about medicine, cultures, or history — would provide endless topics for discussion. mccoy's gruff warmth and your hidden softness would create a dynamic where both of you support each other in your quieter moments, finding solace in shared understanding and mutual respect.

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: i wasn't sure what series you preferred, so i chose my favourite!

#request #anon asks #anon request #star trek #star trek the original series #star trek the original series x reader #leonard mccoy #leonard mccoy x reader #── eris writes

[be-ready-when-i-say-go]

A Moment's Surprise--Chapter 7

Whether it’s called an accident or the fates of the universe, you and Calum find yourselves taking on the next level of your relationship: parenthood.

Reader (Gender Neutral) X Calum. Multi-chapter Series.

Series Note: Across this series, pregnancy is discussed thoroughly. While I have made this series specifically a reader insert and have done my best to avoid coding for cis women, I am taking this moment to acknowledge that this content may not be suitable for every reader. I want to acknowledge even if I’ve been careful some things (like uteri) are still mentioned and if that causes you discomfort please DO NOT read this. You may keep scrolling (as there is a read more) / skip this as necessary.

Series Masterlist

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16 | Epilogue

Chapter 7 

Calum brings your hand to his lips, pressing kisses along your knuckles. Distracted by your own magazine, you look over and then gently pinch at his cheeks. He grins and pauses with his thumb hovering over the two Google documents that you shared with them yesterday. You two wound up getting on the road late—even though the bags were packed after lunch, Calum still wanted just a bit longer with you. While never one to consistently delve into every desire that plagued him, Calum knew the second you mentioned that you’d be changing quickly before the drive that he wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity. You didn’t object to his advances and it delayed your departure by an additional hour and a half. But it was worth it. Now, in the doctor’s office, Calum figures he can use the time that they have to wait to catch up.

“That is my cheek,” he teases. 

You only shrug in response and go back to flipping through the magazine. He plants one last kiss on your hand and then turns his attention first to the invitations. He spots a card with swans at the top and laughs mostly to himself. You’re dead set on a swan or duck theme for the baby’s room. Calum only playfully resists you. 

As he continues down, he pauses at one that has a cute drawing of a dumpling. “Okay, but the fact that it says, ‘Their little dumpling is on the way.’ We can’t not have these as the invites,” Calum says holding his phone in your direction. 

“If it said Pumpkin I would’ve just ordered them without hesitation,” you say. 

“Don’t do that as we don’t have a venue quite yet. But this is my top choice.”

“Consider it done.  Or as close to done as it can be.” 

“So you’re not going to fight for your little swans?”

“Dumplings are cuter,” you counter. 

“Oh my god, you’re sick. What have you done with my partner?” Calum untangles his hands to press the back of his hand to your forehead. 

“Oh goodness, behave,” you chide. Your attempts to swat at his hands are mostly done in jest.

But Calum presses on and you grab onto his wrist. The action does not thwart him. “Hmm, no, no fever. Is this a Scooby-Doo kind of situation?”

“Part of me currently wishes it was.”

“If you turn out to be some ghoul hiding in a flesh suit, I will be disappointed but not mad.” 

A soft tuft of laughter catches his attention and he looks up to see the nurse. Their scrubs are decorated in soft pink flowers. They lean up against the door that divides the patient rooms and wing from the waiting area. “I mean this is the most entertainment I’ve gotten all day, so please, let’s see how this episode plays out,” they grin. 

“Well, this is a little awkward. Tell me you heard everything but that last line.” It’s not so bad that the two of you got caught. But that’s not the confession he’d want anyone else to hear. 

“Hmm, I could say that, but it would be a lie.”

“Damn,” he sighs and then stands to help you up. 

“I think we should start a swear jar now and you should just cash in a couple thousand right now,” you joke. 

“I’m-I’m not that bad!” Calum follows behind you and the nurse. To his right, he catches the small glimpse of a seashell painting. Though Calum’s only been around for a handful of appointments, there is something comforting about the painting. The more comforting thing is to see you taking things in stride. Some of your energy is back, but the movement now wakes you in the night, or catches you off guard and it’s clear that it’s not always pleasant. Nothing stops you from having your small moments of joy. As much as you and Calum did worry about all that is to come--for all the right reasons--he hopes that your small getaway is a reminder enough to take in the small moments as they come. 

In the lull between the nurse leaving and the technician coming in, Calum traces the lengths of your lingers. He wants to commit to memory every centimeter, but he knows it’s a faulty desire. His memory will never do you justice. “I could go for french toast right now,” you whisper to yourself. 

“Do you want to go after this?”

“For dinner tonight?” you ask. “I do have a meeting for work.”

“Dinner sounds good. I can text Mum and see if she wants to tag along.”

You nod. “That sounds good.”

It doesn’t take long to send off the text and by the time it shows that it was delivered there’s a faint knock on the door. Calum’s quick to get his phone put away. Before this moment, Calum was excited to know the sex of his baby. Now it makes his stomach flip just a little. Maybe it was the name debate still lingering in the back of his mind. He still hadn’t looked over the list. He still hadn’t quite gotten comfortable with the idea that everything he was being told now could be wrong. His little one still had every right to say that boy or girl wasn’t correct. 

What would he say? Would it be the wrong thing? Would he mean well and still land flat on his face? Would they still look at him the same?

It’s all theoretical. 

It’s all practical. 

It’s all in the future. 

It’s all right now as the monitor fills with his tiny baby still growing in the womb. “Oh, they’re in a good position for us to reveal the gender. I’m going to snap these pictures and then have the doctor assess and give you the exciting news.”

It’s all right now. 

The technician leaves. In the time Calum takes to blink, to look at you, eyes catching the mid morning light, there’s a knock at the door. The doctor peeks in, all smiles. 

It’s all right now. 

“I’m happy to give you two the good news. Baby is doing well, hitting all the percentiles for weight. And the even better news,” the doctor says, slotting herself onto the chair, “is that you two are having a baby boy.”

It is all…right now. 

_______________________________

“A boy?” Joy asks, setting her glass of water down onto the table. Her smile is bright even if her tone and cadence are even. 

The sound--the utterance of the syllable ‘boy’-- still causes Calum’s breath to catch. “Yeah,” he exhales. 

You squeeze his hand underneath the table for a brief moment. “I think he’s still in shock.”

“I-Well, I’m processing,” Calum defends.

“Oh, I’m so excited,” Joy laughs. “I’m sure, Calum, you’ll be tieing up cleats in no time.”

Would his boy like soccer? Would it be a different sport? Calum’s not sure he really cares what it is, he just knows he wants to be on the sidelines, at the games, or performances cheering his heart out. He wants to be there in every essence of the phrase. 

“A boy,” Joy sighs. “Ah, makes my heart full. How was everything else though? I know the last time you went to the doctor, they were a little concerned about your blood pressure.”

“It’s all good this time. We think it was just stress. Keeping an eye on it and hoping that now we have a lot more planned before then things stay where they’re at.”

Calum knows the two of you are talking, but he’s still thinking about the basketball games, or maybe the art shows, or maybe dance. Maybe even American football. He doesn’t know much, but your uncles are deep into it. He should ask them. Maybe it’ll be ceramics. Or maybe it’ll be music. 

“A boy,” he whispers mostly to himself, staring down at the menu. The pictures don’t register in his eyes. All he keeps picturing are all the possibilities with his child--stages, fields, practices, proms and school dances. 

When the three of you return home that night, Calum excuses himself to the music room for just a moment. He stares down at the text he’s had drafted since he dropped you off at work. The group chat’s been mostly silent since they’ve all returned home. Most of them no doubt are absorbing as much as they can of their worlds before they go back on tour. But Calum did promise he would update them once he got any news about the baby. 

We’re having a boy! 

It’s a fact. It’s complete. But it does not feel whole. So Calum deletes the text and then taps on the ‘i’ in the top right corner. He starts a group FaceTime call, plopping down in his office chair and waits as the lines ring. A boy, Calum tries to process the news and somehow it still feels like he’s dreaming. Calum really didn’t have a preference either way--he just wanted a happy baby. But the pride swells now at the thought that he could tote his little man along with him. Calum could teach him about rugby. They could match in outfits, granted you might have some thoughts about what was appropriate to match and what was not. But still, the possibilities, which were already new, feel newer. They feel limitless. 

“Brother, what’s up?” Ashton grins as he answers. 

“Hey, Ash.”

“Oh, you’re grinning hard, mate. Good news? How’s everyone doing?”

“We’re all good,” Calum exhales. “Good news on our front.”

“Looks like a party in here,” Luke says as his screen loads. 

“Hey, Luke,” Calum greets. 

“Where are you, Luke?” Ashton asks. Around Luke is a lot of blue but there’s no structures that make it clear where Luke is exactly. Ashton, Calum guesses, is at home in the office space that’s never really been an office. 

“Backyard,” Luke returns, showing off Petunia laying on the deck next to him. 

“Howdy, howdy,” Michael chimes in. “What’s happening?” 

“Cal’s got good news, or so he says,” Ashton chuckles. 

“Like baby news?” Michael questions, a smile crossing his lips. “I swear, Crystal and I are ready to go shopping. And maybe I jumped the gun and bought socks. But they’re cute socks too!” Michael disappears for a second, the sound of rustling in a plastic bag cuts through the speakers. He unveils a trio of red, navy, and white socks. Two of them have bear faces designed into them. 

“Michael, you’re buying clothes and they haven’t even told us the gender!” Ashton reprimands. “Well, sex, I mean. Sorry, Cal. Little Hood can be whatever they are, you know.” 

Calum shakes his head, trying to take a decent screenshot for you of the socks. “No worries. Where did you get those socks, Michael?”

“Target. Went to get another mouse pad for just normal use, not a gaming one. Passed by the baby section on the way there and got suckered in. You said the registry is complete, right?”

“It’s done, yeah,” Calum answers with a nod. 

“I’m going to need it. For scientific purposes only. You know, educate myself on what one needs for a baby and subsequent baby showers that we are going to have.” 

It’s clear as Michael prattles on, the clear indication that he’s excited for the baby, that Calum couldn’t have been blessed with better people in his life. They cared--deeply and unabashedly about Calum and his family that was growing. 

“While Michael preaches the good word of education, I’d like to actually hear this good news Calum supposedly has,” Ashton interjects. 

“Oh, good news. We love good news!” Luke grins. 

“I was going to text the group but it felt too lame, my text. But, today, we found out the sex. We-I’m still processing this by the way. It’s absolutely blown my mind. I don’t think I’ve been the same since I found out if I’m honest. We’re having a boy,” Calum concludes. 

His friends cheer from the phone screen. Ashton falls back in his chair, his phone camera only capturing the ceiling and the failing limbs that managed to cross over into the front facing camera’s view. Luke pops out of his chair. The shake of his screen indicates the movement of what Calum only assumes is a dance. Michael flies out of his gaming chair and starts running through his house. His cheers and cries for Crystal echo just slightly over the other’s laughter. 

“Our boy is having a baby boy!” Ashton shouts through a string of laughter. “Congrats, man! That’s so exciting.”

“They’re having a boy!” Michael hollers. “Shit, oh my god. At Target, there’s this onesie. It’s really cute! He needs it. I don’t care if you hate it Calum or if they hate it, baby Hood needs that damn onesie.”

Luke’s all smiles before part of his screen fills with Sierra. She passes along her congratulations, most of her attention stays on Luke as she laughs at Luke’s dance moves to celebrate the news. It’s utter chaos Calum is sure to anyone not in the room, watching as the rest of the boys holler in their excitement. But Calum wouldn’t want it any other way.  

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[mistydeyes]

Hihooo!! I saw you did pairings and I wanna try it out :3

Pronouns: She/They

Appearance: Short black hair with slightly chubby cheeks. Pear body shape basically. Usually wearing military aesthetic, gothic, dark academia or witchy

Personality: I like to keep to myself sonce I'm a major introvert to strangers but I absolutely become invested in recreational topics (intertwines with interests). From what my friends say, I'm basically the mom they wanted and needed who would cook you the best shit evem on the first try. I'm a bit of a perfectionist who over thinks so much that it basically stops me from doing anything. I am also a people pleaser. I am also easy to entertain because a rolling spider could literally make my day) search cartwheeling spider)

Interests/,Hobbies,/Work

Im a violinist freelancer that is a first year nursing studentl. I am also a Catholic Witch since Grade 8. . My interests involve a lot of creativity, arts, aesthetic and typically anything within the realm of science, spirituality and nature. I write, I sletch and paint, I play the violin, I read tarot cards sometimes and I lobe collecting crystals, flowers and little cute trinkets. I love spiders, crows, snakes and cats (especially cats).

I think that's all? Idk what else you need

Johnny "Soap" Mactavish

How you met: Civilian This was the last place you would expect Johnny Mactavish to be in. But here he was eyeing the tarot cards and crystals around the store. He had no intention of buying them but something about the image of the cashier wearing a long black skirt and a top with infinite constellations drew him in. "Hi sir, can I help you?" a voice called behind him as he examined another deck. "Just looking for something, not sure what," he said and turned to look at the cashier who stood in front of him. He took in the sight of you in front of him, noticing how you were adored with crystal jewelry which perfectly completed the silver constellations on your blouse. "I can tell you that generally these decks call to you. Keeping looking and I'm sure you'll find it," you smiled before returning back to organizing the shelves. After a while, the man returned to your register with a nice deck and a collection of crystals. As you were checking him out, you commented on the arrangement of stones he had brought you. "Quite a collection you have here," you spoke and he looked up at you, "rose quartz, aventurine, garnet, kunzite, and chrysocolla. Looks like someone is looking for love," you giggled. Johnny took a few seconds before responding and blinked as you finished wrapping the delicate crystals. "Um ye no hen at home for me, just me and all these crystals," he replied and you noticed the soft blush on his cheeks. "Well I'm always here if you want to stop by for a quick conversation or tarot reading," you smiled back at him. "Might take you up on that bonnie lass," he said before taking his bag and heading out of the story. As he walked out, you didn't have the heart to tell him that he picked the most expensive deck, his total coming out to €95,62.

A peek into your relationship: "Johnny are you sure about this?" you asked as he led you into the tattoo parlour. "It's just some ink, hen," he said as he gently kissed your forehead. Prior to the appointment, he had you draw something that signified your relationship: a tarot cards that depicted "The Lovers." You put your own spin on it taking inspiration from The Lovers II (1928) by Rene Magritte and adding your own personal additions of flowers, crystals, and stars. As your boyfriend settled in the chair, you held his other hand as the tattoo artist prepped his bicep. "Beautiful work," the artist complemented and Johnny had a large smile on his face. "The best," he said and you blushed at the compliment. The entire 3hr session, Johnny entertained you with some random facts he had known and you laughed endlessly at his jokes. When it was finally over, you walked to his side and saw the tattoo. You marveled at how the artist perfectly transferred your vision onto your boyfriend's arm. "I love it!" you exclaimed as the artist applied saniderm to the area. "Good, now you can get one of my sketches on you," Johnny joked as you shook your head and laughed.

#izziespairings #madebyizzie #cod mwii #mw2 imagine #task force 141 #john soap mactavish #soap x reader #mw2

[cowboylikelils]

hi i hope you doing good. Can i have a matchup for marauders era please 💐 Firstly English not my first language. I'm autistic. I'm genderfluid, bisexual with male preference.I have long black wavy hair. I have thick black eyebrows, brown eyes. I always have rosy chubby cheeks. I have braces. My body is curvy with very big chest and little tummy. My eyebrows are constantly furrowed. Also I'm 172 cm. I'm Libra. If you interested, my mbti Infp and my enneagram 5w4. I always have poker face. I'm very outspoken, stubborn. I always doing my job alone. I find it difficult to express my feelings and prefer to isolate myself. My best feature is that I know a little about everything, I always surprise people. Those who know me for the first time describe me as cold, scary, quiet, unapproachable and distant, mature. But at heart I'm compassionate and helpful, works for the good of people. And they often think I can't speak and I'm deaf but I'm not. People say I'm extremely chaste. When I enter an environment, I listen to what people say and get to know them well, I decide if there is anyone worth talking to. I'm only close to two or three people. They describe me as cold, soft inside, calm, sarcastic, resourceful and knowledgeable. I am usually a rebellious person. I am the person who stands against injustices and lies in an environment. They say I make clever jokes and I'm the mom-friend. Actually i like to help everyone and it works automatically without me noticing. I will help anyone by giving my all. And i hate phsyical touch. My love language is words of affirmation. If I talk about myself, I've always been on my own. I have family problems, I was never close with my father. Even though we are side by side with my mother, we are distant. I'm just my own mom and dad. That's why I've always focused on academic achievement for salvation. And I think I'm very good at it. My hobbies are drawing, sewing, writing and researching, especially about mythology, cultures, politics, history, fashion. I like to visit second-hand and antique markets. I'm someone who doesn't like to waste money but cares about clothing. I always wear my headphones and listen to music, i listen every genre. I like silence, soft colors, being alone, flowers (especially honeysuckle), spring and breeze. I don't like crowds, noise, children, loud talkers and shiny things. I always wear colorful clothes with floral prints or all black. I also wear interesting earrings and different printed socks. And finally, I don't really have an ideal type. I love every person. I like the fact that there are different people. And I don't believe in love. If I'm going to be with someone, I'll be happy if we have respect, compassion, and loyalty to each other. It is enough that we are in harmony with each other. If I am with someone, I am clearly their mother.

𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐔𝐒 𝐋𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐍

idk why but you give the biggest remus vibes ever

much taller than you so lowkey would occasionally tease you for it

i feel like while your love language is words of affirmation, he lowkey struggles with it, but secretly likes it very much

#marauders #marauders era #remus lupin #remus lupin smut #remus lupin fluff #remus lupin x reader #⋆꙳•❅*• lilys xmas

[dwindlinghaze]

hi i hope you doing good. Can i have 🪞🩰 Firstly English not my first language. I'm autistic. I'm genderfluid, bisexual with male preference.I have long black wavy hair. I have thick black eyebrows, brown eyes. I always have rosy chubby cheeks. I have braces. My body is curvy with very big chest and little tummy. My eyebrows are constantly furrowed. Also I'm 172 cm. I'm Libra. If you interested, my mbti Infp and my enneagram 5w4. I always have poker face. I'm very outspoken, stubborn. I always doing my job alone. I find it difficult to express my feelings and prefer to isolate myself. My best feature is that I know a little about everything, I always surprise people. Those who know me for the first time describe me as cold, scary, quiet, unapproachable and distant, mature. But at heart I'm compassionate and helpful, works for the good of people. And they often think I can't speak and I'm deaf but I'm not. People say I'm extremely chaste. When I enter an environment, I listen to what people say and get to know them well, I decide if there is anyone worth talking to. I'm only close to two or three people. They describe me as cold, soft inside, calm, sarcastic, resourceful and knowledgeable. I am usually a rebellious person. I am the person who stands against injustices and lies in an environment. They say I make clever jokes and I'm the mom-friend. Actually i like to help everyone and it works automatically without me noticing. I will help anyone by giving my all. And i hate phsyical touch. My love language is words of affirmation. If I talk about myself, I've always been on my own. I have family problems, I was never close with my father. Even though we are side by side with my mother, we are distant. I'm just my own mom and dad. That's why I've always focused on academic achievement for salvation. And I think I'm very good at it. My hobbies are drawing, sewing, writing and researching, especially about mythology, cultures, politics, history, fashion. I like to visit second-hand and antique markets. I'm someone who doesn't like to waste money but cares about clothing. I always wear my headphones and listen to music, i listen every genre. I like silence, soft colors, being alone, flowers (especially honeysuckle), spring and breeze. I don't like crowds, noise, children, loud talkers and shiny things. I always wear colorful clothes with floral prints or all black. I also wear interesting earrings and different printed socks. And finally, I don't really have an ideal type. I love every person. I like the fact that there are different people. And I don't believe in love. If I'm going to be with someone, I'll be happy if we have respect, compassion, and loyalty to each other. It is enough that we are in harmony with each other. If I am with someone, I am clearly their mother.

hello and ty for participating in my 500 celebration

here's your 🪞 in case you didn't see

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🩰 : i ship you with sirius black

╰┈➤ sirius thinks your poker slash furrowed face is cute. imagine him just giggling at himself by just seeing you.

"you're crazy," you said without glancing up at him. the pair of eyes that belonged to sirius black had been glued to you for the past thirty minutes. he admired the slight wrinkle formed in between your brows as the cause of furrowing them too much. "im not crazy, i'm admiring," his voice rasp and low. your face heated up but your poker face was never gone.

╰┈➤ at first it was hard for sirius to approach you. seemed like his charm wasn't working so he had no choice but to find another way. you rarely talks or starts conversations with people, the opposite of him. but it doesn't mean that you're completely unsociable.

╰┈➤ opening up to express your feelings took a while. he understood that though because he knew that some things are hard to communicate and it's not because you dislike him. so by that he gives you space and time for you to ease up in order for you to ease up your inner emotions.

╰┈➤ during the times where you were still getting to know each other, he'd do most of the talking. telling you about his hobbies, friends, favourite places, and you listen. you prefer to listen. that doesn't mean that you don't give him responses.

"-so yeah, i spent that whole day with my friends and i cherish them so," he finished at last, glancing over at you who had your brows furrowed as you listened to his words. that day you wore a soft coloured shirt with flowers embroidered from the edges. "you look beautiful today, darling," he mentioned. "thank you siri," you let out an airy chuckle as you closed your eyes briefly, face relaxing. you tilt your head to the side to see him, your brows knitted once more as you took out a piece of dirt from his hair.

╰┈➤ sirius definitely loves the fact that you're helpful and 'mom friend'. growing up in a household of injustices and cruelty, he didn't have anyone to look out for him. he felt truly adored whenever you gave him a helping hand mindlessly.

you noticed how he was struggling to ask for the eye catching piece his eyes got caught on the store display. he was pointing rather stupidly at the glass pane while the storekeeper was trying their best to understand what he's doing. "uh- il vout la épingle," you said finally and the keeper nodded straight away. sirius looked at you curiously, raising his brow. you know everything. really.

╰┈➤ you mentioned that physical touch isn't something you enjoy so he knows how to respect that. besides, he's much better at words anyway so it wasn't a big thing that bothered him.

╰┈➤ visiting old antique shops is an activity you love. seeing the old precious objects that time forgot, vintage smells all through the store, and how it felt like travelling back to time.

you stumbled across a dusty sculpture of a human face but only with one eye made out of mahogany. "oh my god siri look!" you whispered as you tugged on his jacket. sirius made a weird face, pressing his lips together. "what is that creature?" said he in pure fright. "that's a cyclops, i've never seen it in 3d before. cool huh?"

#dwindlinghaze's 500 celebration #🩰 dancing princesses #anons <3 #sirius black fluff #sirius black x reader

[flamechasr]

5 (yukari) + 12 (kaveh) + 23 (ayumu) + 30 + 46 (zizel) !!

(5) — a memory with family / those you considered family

YUKARI ; i guess this is for S.E.E.S. my feelings for them were very mixed for a while, only because i didn't really want to be in that situation and just made it an excuse to escape other problems. there was a time though that i felt like, huh, i could really treat these people as my family, and i did just that. because the fact is we were all losers and outcasts in some way, and in a twisted sense i felt as if i had found my people. sure, some of them were pretty hard to deal with, but it's times better than what i had and... hey what do you know, saving the world is a family activity! i'm glad i walked the path i did with all those guys.

(12) — a memory of home

heavy warning // KAVEH ; wow ok see, i. also had extremely mixed feelings about my home. i mean, i think i had a pretty good life there, for what it was worth. my parents loved me, and i loved them too. when dad died and mom spiraled, i was only 10. i still had my drawings of us on the walls, but i tore them down for mom's sake. she left when i was 12 because she saw her husband in me and couldn't bear it, i dyed my hair but nothing worked, so i let her go. i could deal with my own grief, but i can't bear to see her like that. the house felt so empty every time i came back to it, and, well, what's a home without the people in it? some might judge me for selling it for quick money but 'home' has always been a fond memory, not a building. if i could, i'd want mom and dad in the family room with me again, but it's a distant image at this point haha. besides, i found a new home with my person, so it's not all that bad.

(23) — first memory you can recall

AYUMU ; volunteering at the animal shelter with yuu-chan! there was this cute pair of rabbits that looked so cute but were so fierce, they nearly bit my hand off rbbdkfd... it's that orr seeing myself on tv for the first time, maybe. it's just such a surreal experience seeing yourself being aired to everyone across the country like is this real life?? i always struggled with confidence so i also saw it as a significant startup in my path as an idol! nothing would hold me back anymore !!!

(30) — someone you didn't expect to kin and/or someone you knew you would kin immediately

someone i knew i would kin immediately is kokomi. i keep saying this but i am literally the first kokomi kinner i mean it. dating all the way back to late 2020 when we knew her as mimi. therefore i am gatekeeping this identity no one else can be kokomi. jokes but not jokes ^_^ and also march 7th to a lesser degree, i knew about her only a bit before i jumped straight into hsr and went “yep, yeah, uhuh” asdhjkhd. someone i didn't expect to kin is like... ai hoshino, i eyed her for a while but didn't really see it even though i did have that “overconfident idol who's not as confident as she acts” type streak bc of rise until i found out how she struggles with love which is like. oh! (plus it's not a great source but i don't take pride in it anyway.) mmmaybe kaveh too, since i wasn't going to kin anyone in sumeru but Things Happened. highkey hate how he's a really common kin bc apparently “gnc suffering artist who struggles with self-worth, family, and belonging finds a home in another person and maybe himself too” resonated with a lot of people and i mean. ok. im fine with this (im not)

(46) — your favorite things

ZIZEL ; floral tea, ribbons, dresses, lolita fashion, satin and silk, flowers, shiny trinkets like gems but also jewelry, most things feminine, i also like “rich” things if that's any definition, but not money because it's of no use for me. and claire :)

#✦ — love arrow #✦ — lighthouse #✦ — dreaming #✦ — a wish granted #✧ — games

[ye-local-simp]

Could I have a twst match-up?

I'm a 17 y/o afab non binary with short black hair that's really fluffy, it gets ratty and oily super easily so I have to wash it a lot, I don't really style my hair or anything. Small hazel eyes and freckles, lips are always chapped and I always am picking at them. My skin is tanned, and my arms and hands have scars from animals, mainly cats because I own two of them. I have really lanky arms and legs, I'm 6'7 and not that muscular, more of built like a twig, instead of being strong I'm quite agile and flexible

I usually like to wear coats, turtlenecks and sometimes sweatpants, my main style of fashion is dark academia or grunge style. Sometimes if I'm going to see a musical or some kind of show live, I'll dress up really fancy like to match the kind of theme that it has, for example, for watching phantom of the opera live I wore a mask like the phantom's and a suit.

For my personality, I'm a pretty laid back and calm person, quite hard to anger, usually in friend groups I take the role as the parental figure and keep an eye on everyone, although I'm not always good at keeping peace. If energetic enough, I'll be causing whatever chaos I can with my friends, but also being cautious and safe at the same time. I enjoy listening to people ramble on about their interests, sometimes I even get interested in the same things as them, and it's just nice seeing people be happy on a certain subject. I really enjoy reading books a lot, and spend most of my time reading or writing, and if I'm not doing either, I'm most likely drawing/painting, or even taking a hike or something. I don't exactly do much outside of those things, but at night I like to play songs on my guitar to try and make myself tired so I can sleep. At any chance I get, I try to get my friends to laugh, if the mood is bad or not, I can easily tell what my friends like and dislike, so I use that to try and cheer them up, perhaps by cracking some jokes or making them food.

I have a very VERY large interest in history and gemology! I have a super large collection of rocks that isn't completed yet, and probably never will be, but I just find rocks to be really interesting and cool. I absolutely love world history as well, taking a major interest in egyptian history and mayan history. I also love bugs, those are really cool, I favor the devil flower mantis the most, they're really pretty. On the other hand, I don't like loud noises at all, nor being that social, repeating and loud sounds and noises really get to me and annoy me, sometimes making me lash out with anger, and I just dislike being social or going out into large spaces, mainly because I don't want to have conversation with others, I'm really awkward and rude around strangers so I'd rather avoid large crowds to the best of my abilities. I also really hate showing off my talents and such against my will, it takes a lot for me to get that fond of someone that I'll play my guitar for them or show them my drawings.

Now for partners, I really just want someone that will be loyal to me as much as I would to them. I don't mind PDA at all, in fact I like it a lot, but I'd be chill if my partner didn't like it. I'm not that picky when it comes to a s/o, so I don't really have any preferences, but I do usually find the hot-heads and flirts to be a bit attractive, but like I said, no major preferences! And my love language is gift giving, mainly to show others how much I care for them. I love giving others gifts and it makes me feel really happy when I see someone be joyful from smth that I gave them. I honestly don't mind that much, as long as I'm in the same room with my partner and I know that they love me, I'm as happy as can be.

You are matched with...

Rook!!!

-He does do PDA but obviously not too much PDA before Vil kills him.

-He is definitely loyal and appreciates everything you do.

-he takes appreciation to the next level.

-Such as writing poems about your relationship and giving you amazing gifts for little things you do.

#twst matchup #twisted wonderland matchup #twisted wonderland matchups #twst matchups #twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland fluff #twst scenarios #twst fluff #twst headcanons

[bunny-n3zuk0]

★彡 ɪɴᴄᴏʀʀᴇᴄᴛ ǫᴜᴏᴛᴇs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏᴛs 彡★

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

A stupid series I decided to make at 0% sleep in my brain

Ft. @demoiselettes @taisho-era-secret @oba-and-nemis-side-hoe @holywaterforevery3ne @m5dearbri

Notes: there will be facts you didn’t know about in this.

Reminder that this is all jokes and fun and games!

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Mosmei: I'm bored, any suggestions? Yume: Sleeping is nice. Mosmei: I acknowledge your suggestion, and I’m deciding to ignore it.

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Yori: "What are you into?" is such a broad question, like do I reply with a TV series or choking?

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Yume: Avery, what do you value about Bri? Avery: They’re thoughtful. They pick flowers and bring them to me. Often they’re ones I’ve just planted, but… Bri: That’s how I know they’re fresh!

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Nanako: Aww, what's your dog's name? Yume: Spartacus. Nanako, yelling to Bri: TRY SPARTACUS! Bri, on the computer: DIDN'T WORK! Yume: Nanako: What's your favorite number?

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Yume: There was a motor close to where I am right now. Avery: A motor- a motorcycle? Yume: Oh sorry, a murder. Bri: That escalated quickly.

(Zubbue, it was you)

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Bri: Wait, hold up, why you draw yourself like that? Mosmei: Uh, like what? Bri: Like with gorgeous, muscular legs. Bri: Uh, this is what I look like. Bri: Mosmei: THIS IS WHAT I LOOK LIKE! Bri: Okay, then I want big beefy arms. Hot ones. Avery: I wanna have a cowboy hat! Mosmei: Okay, arms and hat. *draws them* Zubbue: Ooh, give me a cowboy hat too! Mosmei: You can't just take Avery's hat idea, Zubbue! They thought it up all by themself like a good person! Come up with your own thing! Yori: BUT I WANNA LOOK COOL! Nanako: Put Zubbue on one of those stupid baby tricycles. Yori: NO!! Mosmei: Tricycle, done. *draws it* Yume, want anything? Nanako, making finger guns: Pew pew. Mosmei: A blaster?! No, that's not really our style, Yume. Yume, making finger guns: Pew pew. Mosmei: You know what, okay. *draws it* But it's just for holding, not for shooting.

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Avery: *walks to cabinet, removes oreo box, takes half a sleeve, throws empty box out* Hi! Yume: Hey- what are you doing-? Avery, shoving an oreo into their mouth: I am saving space :D

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Avery: How do tall people people possibly sleep at night when the blanket can't possibly cover you? Nanako: Avery, it's four o'clock in the morning. Avery: So, you can't sleep, huh? Is it because of the blanket?

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Yume, walking into their house: Hello, people who do not live here. Nanako: Hey. Yori: Hi. Mosmei: Hello. Bri: Hey! Yume: I gave you the key to my place for emergencies only! Avery: We were out of Doritos.

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Reminder that this is all jokes and fun and games!

I’m only making these because some of my moots asked for it