#actually finished this a couple of days ago oop

[deadghosy]

Hi so I don’t know if you’re taking requests at the moment but a couple days ago I fell onto the concrete on my way to school and both my knee and leg were bleeding and needed one of those big patch bandaids so I was wondering if you could do like the Hazbin Hotel characters when there kid falls over and gets hurt like I did only they hurt both of their knees and they try fixing it first then they go to there parent and ask for help (no I definitely don’t struggle with asking for help what are you talking about) and they need like multiple patch bandaids on both legs, sorry if I bothered you with this request have a nice day/night

OOP I HOPE YOUR KNEE HEALS LOL! And yeah I don’t like asking for help either 🦆 also sorry if some of them are short because I didn’t write in order and kept skipping to finish other scenarios.✨

HOW THEY REACT TO CHILD! GN READER GETTING HURT:

Charlie

You were training to skateboard as you seen it on a dvd Alastor had for you. You seen how the human teens were skateboarding and wanted to do it as well.

And how did that go for you?

You fell with a face plant as you got up from the concrete from the pentagram city you known and hated for its crimes. You grumbled cursing yourself out as you kicked the damn skateboard as you wrench feeling a burning sensation in your knees to only look down and see them bleed.

At first you panicked like a dumb ass as you had a very shocked pikachu expression. But damn you didn’t want to ask mom….so you went to the hotel and go in your room grabbing some medical things.

You watched plenty of movies where they take the mc to the hospital…of course you can do this!

Time later, and you couldn’t get the hang of it as you actually tied your hands together with a wrapping bandage.

Charlie found you and snickers but grew concerned when she saw your knees. Good thing she was good at bandaging things.

So at the end it was a soft end as you had a cool skull bandage on both of your knees

LUCIFER

You were supposed to be in bed, BUT NOOO YOU WANTED TO BE A BAD ASS KID AND SAY NO!

You laid in bed with a grumpy face “fucking bed time…fuck bed times. I go to sleep when I wanna sleep…” you say under your breath. >:(

It was basically giving Eric cartman 🦆

You got out of bed as you sneak around the palace as you held your hand out letting out soft fireworks for a light source. Like hell…you didn’t wanna get caught but shit you were actually thirsty.

You went to the dinning room and go to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. You flew up with your three pair of wings and grab a glass. You smirked and turned around to find Lucifer, your father in his duck pjs tapping his foot with a raised brow.

You yelp shocked as you accidentally dropped the glass making some glass shatter as you flew to get away only to run into a wall.

At the end, you scrapped your knees by the wall somehow as the kitchen walls were brick and you slide down.

Lucifer tried to help you but you ran to your room as he sighs at his stubborn child…

“What in the world was they thinking…”

Alastor

You found out about your shadow like powers your father had and wanted to test it out as Alastor had his own shadow watch over you with a soft smile.

And how did that go for you?

It went kinda well you suppose as you did some shadow tricks and even shadow transportation.

But….

He found out you were injured before you knew yourself. His shadow grabbed you into his lap as he shakes his head in disapproval at you getting yourself at how you tried to shadow transport but ending up falling on your knees first from the air.

“My sweet little doe…you must be more responsible with your powers…” Your father said as his shadow counterpart wraps your knees in a bandage wrap

VAGGIE

You were skating around the hotel and wanted to do a 360° on the hotel stairs as you let out a gremlin laugh putting up a 🤟 as you said “YOLO!”

Cut to you on your face as your skate board is rolling away from your flat out body on the floor. Yeahh….you ate your own words as you didn’t think you would fail a sick trick.

You got up but hissed looking at your knees that has carpet burn..

“Shitttt” you said hissing still getting up as you grab a skull bandage and putting it both on your knees.

Your mom found out tho….and boy did she give you a huge lecture about skating in the hotel as you felt ashamed at making your two moms, especially the mom who is pouring peroxide on both of your knees to disinfected anything in it.

“You’re grounded from your skateboard….” “WHAT!”

Husk

“Kid the fuck happened to you…” Husk said as you had turned your back from him. Husk scoffs as his own child wasn’t responding to him. He grabbed you by the scuff of your shirt and you faced him with teary eyes.

Context: you tried to run downstairs as your favorite show was on but ended up falling down the stairs like a dumbass and slide like a cartoon character as you sobbed just laying there

Husk’s eyes soften as he sighs sitting you on the bar took grabbing a med aid kit and an alcohol wipe. Husk didn’t want to assume but he just had to say it.

“So..kid, you gettin' picked on or something?” He asked as you jolted shocked making him narrow his eyes as if it was the right answer

“What?! No! Pops I ain’t gettin picked on…”

“ then answer.” He said seriously..

You told him the truth as you promised him not to laugh at you….he laughed as you scolded him.

ANGEL DUST

Let’s just say…monkey see, monkey do.

You saw your father practicing his pol dance skills as you watch clapping and appreciating skills. Your eyes shine amazed as your father left you with some leftovers from last dinner the hotel crew had with you.

You ate waiting for your father as you hum peacefully with fat nuggets by you. Your little mind wanted to learn how to pole dance elegantly like your father.

So what did you do?

You got on that damn pole and bruised the fuck out of your knees. Literally you tried to get down safe, maybe like a fireman? As you slide down you hit your knees first than your feet as fat nuggets squealed worried for you.

Your father came in tired as he sighs. But then he instantly comes over to see what was wrong as you covered your knees with a shy smile as fat nuggets poke his cute little nose to your hands covering your knees.

You didn’t want to ask him for help as you felt ashamed for doing dumb shit but Angel takes your hands off your knees and sighed again.

“Jeez kid…if you wanted to learn the sport, ask the pro next time sweetie.” Angel says kissing your head as you nod with a soft smile

SIR PENTIOUS

You tripped on his tail falling on your two knees as the egg blitz jumped at shocked. Your father didn’t even noticed as he was just excited to make smoothies with you.

You didn’t cry…no…of course no-

You cried like a little bitch…

BUT WHO COULDN’T AS IT HURT YOU!

You held both of your knees as the egg boiz surrounded you trying to calm you down as your papa slithers by you trying to see what was wrong. One of the egg boiz named frank explained what happened. You tried to say it didn’t hurt and that you could stand up.

You stood up with wobbly bleeding knees with a weary smile as you face planted.

Yeah pentious picked you up with his tail and cried to Charlie at how he is a horrible father for harming you as you and Charlie tried to call him down.

He calmed down as Charlie helps while pentious kept asking if you were okay

ADAM

You flew into a window having glass shards in both of your knees as you let out a scream.

Cut to you being escorted by angel guards to your house as Adam was pissed and tired .

“Fuck kid…just..” he rubs his eyes as he pulled your ear inside and slamming the door to the guards.

“Ow! Dad chill the fuck out old man! Ow ow ow!” You yelled as you hid your wings while Adam grumbled with an irritated expression. Adam definitely gave you a smallest lecture while cursing you out at how he is tired of having the guards come to his door.

Adam sighs looking at your knees while you huff covering them. Adam tries to pull your hands off your knees as you flinch away from him. Now Adam was serious as he pulls your hands off your knees with force. Only for his eyes widen with shock to see your knees cut with glass shards.

“Oh you gotta be fuckin' kidding me….” Adam says as he gets up and goes to get med kit. As much as an angel can self heal in heaven. You are only a kid…so it’s kinda slow unless you are a grown adult.

“You’re gonna be the death of me you little shit..”

Lute

Lute was busy training the other angels for the next extermination as you smile eating some food your mom brought you “couldn’t whine” about be hungry. As you watch your mom be a badass, you tried to mimic her moves only to bust your cheek and fall on your damn knees as if you were praying to the lord himself.

You got up and see gold blood coming out of your knees as you covered a small scream and ran out of the room your mom was in.

She definitely heard you as she side eyed the door you left out of. Her suspicions grew when she was tracks of gold blood where you were.

She just sighed as she facepalmed and told the females to halt in their training as she flew after you.

HAH YOU MUST BE OUT OF YOUR MIND IF YOU THINK YOU CAN HIDE YOUR WOUND FROM THE BLOOD THIRSTY LUTE!

AND HER BEING YOUR MOM?! yeah fuck no…she’s immediately throwing you over her shoulder as she takes to a nurses office as you wounded yourself while she brought you to work with her….

For context, it was Bring your kid to work day…..🦆

So it kinda embarrassing having some of the angels coo at you while lute had a nonchalant face as she patches you up.

#hazbin #hazbin hotel #hazbin vaggie #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel x child reader #hazbin husk #hazbin lucifer #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin charlie #hazbin angel dust #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel x female reader #hazbin hotel x gn reader #hazbin hotel x male reader #hazbin hotel adam x reader #hazbin hotel headcanons #hazbin hotel x platonic!reader

[kakujis]

slippin' on my red dress, puttin' on my makeup;

synopsis: your boyfriends are a little peeved (one more than the other!) that you're going out without them. they decide to have some fun with you before you head out.

feat + wc: koko x reader x inui. around 1.4k

warnings: afab fem! reader, reader is a lil dumb, possessive behavior, mean!dom!koko, sweet!dom!inui, cockwarming, one lil slap, itty bitty dacryphilia, begging, hair pulling, some choking, marking, pet names (baby, princess, sweetheart, pretty girl), established poly relationship. i use the word 'pretty' a ton. sorry inui n koko don't get it on this time ): not proofread. i think that's it, but lmk if i missed any!

a/n: actually, i wrote 75% of this a couple days before kokonoi's bday and then i never finished oops. i didn't really explore the aspects of this relationship much but this is just smut i got the idea to do while i was doing my makeup one day LOL.. also i couldn't decide on using their first or last names so i just used both. ʅ（◞‿◟）ʃ

it was supposed to be a girls night out and you were supposed to be ready 30 minutes ago. so why are you sitting, stuffed full and dripping down your boyfriend’s pant while the other holds your face still as he does your makeup? 

kokonoi holds you still, chin held firmly in his grip and tilted upwards. meanwhile inui keeps your body still, his hands on your hips. whenever you try to squirm he digs his nails into you harder, although he doesn’t really have to try he is much stronger than you after all. 

you were so dumb to entertain their little idea, head cocked to the side when kokonoi had asked if they could join you while you got ready. “mmkay,” you shrugged, turning back to your vanity, bending over towards the mirror, blending away at your eyeshadow. 

it wasn’t until inui sat down in your seat that you realized something was up. “come sit, princess.” he said, a little smile on his face as he freed his leaking cock from his pants. you’ve always thought his cock was so pretty, a bit more girth than length and most of the time you’d jump to be able to bounce on him. 

but not this time, not even if the sight does turn you on. you frowned, “can’t, sei, i gotta finish getting ready.” you glanced at koko who was leaning against your vanity, lips curled up in a smirk. “haji, you do it, i’m busy..” you whined but he made no moves, not even a glance at inui, dark eyes trained solely on you. 

you huffed, reaching for another brush before it was taken from you. “ack, hey!” you reached up as koko dangled it above you. “give it back!” 

“i have a better idea,” he said, eyes glinting. “i’ll take over from here,” he motioned to your makeup, before sliding your dress up and shifting your panties to the side “while you sit pretty here.” both your eyes trained on inui’s hardened cock.  

“can you do that for me, sweetheart?” koko asks, already pushing you down. there was something so captivating about kokonoi that you often found yourself obeying his every word. under his spell, you nod, biting your lip, as inui’s fingers ghost your clit from behind. 

you squeeze your eyes shut as you sink down slowly to accommodate inui’s cock, stretching you out. inui groans as you lower yourself, inch by inch, enveloping him in your velvety walls. you whimper as you settle, already starting to try and move when inui places his hands on your hips. 

“thanks baby, you always feel so good,” inui murmurs into your shoulder, blonde locks tickling against your skin.  “but don’t move or else koko’ll mess up, got it?” 

you nod, when you feel a hand on your chin, tilting it up. and that’s how you ended up here, dripping down into inui’s lap. koko hums as he continues, particularly focused on getting your eyeliner right, tilting your head from side to side. pleased, he caps the pen and lets go, your head dropping forward. you pant, trying your best to stay good, but everytime inui shifts in his seat, your pussy twitches from the way his cock head brushes against your sweet spot eliciting a gasp from you each time. 

as koko rummages through your blushes, you feel inui lean forward, his cock ever so slightly sliding deeper inside you. “think you can cum like this?” inui whispers, hot breath fanning across your ear. 

you shake your head, “need more, want more, nui.” you whimper, trying to move your hips. he mumbles out a shaky agreement and the two of you groan in unison as inui lessens his hold, allowing you to finally start sliding up and down his cock. he uses a free hand to palm at your tit, rolling the nub in between his fingers, making you arch back into him.

“stop that.” koko snaps, whirling around to grab you by the throat. “if you ruin my hard work,” he hisses, “i’ll ruin you, pretty girl. got it?” 

“but koko-“ you whimper, blinking up at him. 

“but koko, nothing,” he mocks, “you’re the one who wanted to go out. without us, if i may add.” he looks back at inui, who also looks a bit bewildered, his lust hazing up his head. but a little lightbulb goes off for him as well, so this was your punishment for going out without them. thats when inui relaxes, dropping his hand from your nipple and slumping a little in his seat. 

“‘nui?” you whine, when his hands resume their spot on your hips. 

“sorry princess, but he’s right,” blue eyes meeting yours, “you’re so cute, i forgot we were punishing you.” he leans until his chin is on your shoulder.

you whine his name again, but he shakes his head with firm resolve. tears start to form and koko slaps you, albeit softly, “no fuckin’ crying, mkay?” he teases, pressing a quick kiss to your lips and wiping away at your waterworks before he resumes working. 

“shh, don’t cry, i’ll make you feel better later, okay?” inui murmurs, he’s so sweet even when it’s supposed to be a punishment. you give back an “mm,” your body starting to tremble with need with the thought of what he would do to you later.  

the brush is soft on your skin and koko’s tongue peeks from behind his lips as he dusts on the final touches. he’s pretty even when he’s mean, you think, as you stare up at him with want. he doesn’t miss the glint in your eye either, smirking at how easy it is to read you. 

“almost done,” he purrs, holding you still in his hand as he puts your mascara on. the final touch is the gloss he adds to your pouty lips. when he’s done, he trails his hand down your face, hooking one finger under your jaw. “just gorgeous.” he says, amused when you shiver, thinking you probably want his hand wrapped around your throat again. 

“all done?” inui asks, breath hot on your neck as the pads of his thumbs absentmindedly stroke your skin. 

“yep!” koko exclaims, before he moves out of the way. he stands on the opposite side of you, making sure to not block inui’s view as he grabs your hair in his hand, using it to tilt your head up. “look at how beautiful you are,” he coos. 

you don’t even look at yourself, panting at this point, too focused on inui’s twitching cock buried in your cunt, and koko’s rough fistful of your hair. you’re burning with desire and there’s an ache in your belly and god, if koko wasn’t so fucking good at riling you up you could’ve tried to smack that smug look off his face, but you’re always like putty in their hands. 

“look at the time,” koko says, looking down at the watch on his wrist. he lets go and your head lolls forward, but inui catches you by the throat, gently rubbing his hand upward to cup your chin, keeping you up. “you’ll be late if you don’t go now.” 

but you don’t move, grabbing onto koko’s sleeve instead. he cocks his head to the side, giving a small “hm?” 

“c-cancel,” you stutter, blinking up at him, “i’ll cancel.” 

he acts surprised but he always knows how to get right into the palm of his hand. 

“cancel?” he says, leveling down to you, his eyes trained on yours. you nod, whimpering out “please, please,” but koko laughs. “please what?” 

your pleas go straight to sweet inui’s head, his grip moving back down to your throat tightening as he starts to suckle sweet marks on your neck. koko thinks about holding out, wanting to shove you out the door breathless and needy, but the way your lashes flutter as your eyes roll back just from that has him thinking otherwise. 

he grabs your phone, unlocking it and typing out your cancellation texts for you. “let go for me, inui?” koko asks and inui’s hand leaves your throat. you fall forward again, this time caught by koko, and you can feel inui’s hand press into the small of your back, urging you down. 

these two are always in sync when it comes to fucking you, while you’re pliant and dizzy, ready to do whatever they want. you hear koko’s belt unbuckle and soon enough he’s tapping his pretty cock against your nearly drooling mouth. 

“open up pretty girl, you still owe me an apology for tonight.”  

#tokyo revengers smut #kokonoi hajime smut #inui seishu smut #kokonoi hajime x reader #inui seishu x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x you #tokrev smut #pibby writing - midnight #pibby writing #tokyo revengers #ok time for school stuff bye

[paracosmicessence]

Hey! I love your art so much 💖 I wanted to ask what program you use for 3D modelling?

aw thank you!! :3

and to answer your question i’m going to warn you this is going to be kinda long because i’m gonna use this post as an excuse to show my 3D models that aren’t awful (sorry lol).

i actually use two different programs, both for different purposes, but you don’t need to get both, it really depends on which kind of modeling you want to do.

1) the first is called Nomad Sculpt on the iPad, you do have to pay for it unfortunately but it’s definitely one of the best modeling apps for the iPad. i know Blender is free but my computer is really old and doesn’t run the program very well, and at this point i’ve already gotten used to nomad sculpt.

anyway tho, i use it for art-related things like the obvious 3D models, but recently i’ve been playing around with just making scenes to use as references for my drawings. they’re not anything impressive, most of the time i actually use it to make little figurines to print and turn into earrings/little friends that sit in my room just for fun.

i’m gonna show this first bc they look cooler once they’re printed and colored (also you can tell i printed mini crowley and aziraphale when my sonadow hyperfixation started bc i never actually painted crowley) (he’s just kinda sitting there oops).

the little red guys are actually my favorite bugs (goliath beetles), i made them about a year ago but i still wear them like every day.

and here’s what they look like in the app, it’s a little intimidating but once you get used to it it’s actually kinda fun just playing around and seeing what you can do.

2) the second program i use is Shapr3D (also for the iPad, but i think they made an update where you can run it on windows/mac). you also have to pay for this as a subscription which sucks, i’m only able to use it since the engineering program i’m in pays for it.

Shapr3D is one of the many CAD software programs out there, but it’s nice bc it’s very beginner friendly and very easy to use. CAD is mainly for architecture/engineering but i honestly think more 3D artists should give it a try. it’s really nice once you get the hang of it and (i’m probably biased bc i’m a student) i honestly prefer it over just normal modeling software because i feel like you can be a lot more creative with it.

right now for my engineering class, our semester final is to design and present something that’s functional, and we can either explain the math behind it or just 3D print it and demonstrate how it works, and i’m making a functional mini model of “the rack” trap from Saw III (i’m not psychotic i swear i’ve just had a Saw hyperfixation for 5 years).

i’m definitely gonna post it when it’s finished just bc i’m already excited with how it’s turning out, but for now here’s a couple at-home projects i’ve done:

(above) i have a bunch of wet liners and i designed a stackable holder thingy with bolts between the shelves and a little cute star screw to fasten it at the top.

(above) i also made a few rotating brush holders at home (bc the ones that actually rotate are like $40 for some reason) by buying a set of small sphere bearings at home depot for like $5 (that’s what those little metal things are inside the third one, i took it apart bc i don’t know how to put a video and a picture in the same post) (just pretend they’re spinning rn).

anyway that’s all!! if you actually read this whole thing i love you so much bc engineering and design is one of my special interests so thanks for letting me tell you about the silly things i’ve made :3

#asks #3d art #3d model #engineering #infodump #special interest #ermmmmm not sure what else to tag #this was just a really long post lol #bugs #good omens #autism creature

[bokutokoutarou]

accidental kiss with the aot boys pls with a before and after of the kiss, thanks!

aaah yes i love this! i was gonna write these as hcs, but i got carried away and made short one shots oops. because of the length, i only wrote them for jean, eren, and armin!

accidentally kissing the aot boys

fandom ↬ attack on titan // modern day au

includes ↬ jean, eren, and armin

tw ↬ mentions of alcohol and sexual tension in jean’s

Jean

It’s just supposed to be a simple dare. “Go kiss Jean on the cheek,” Sasha says, just loud enough for you to hear her over the blaring music and chatter of the party you’re at. “Ten bucks says you won’t.”

On any other night, you’d be rational enough to say no. Even if it’s just on the cheek, kissing Jean would only fuel Sasha’s teasing. Ever since she introduced you to him a couple months ago, she’d always joke that she sensed an “intense sexual tension” between you two.

As if.

Sober-you would never willingly give Sasha ammo to tease you with, yet unfortunately for you, you’re not sober. You’re three shots deep — not drunk enough to agree to anything, yet tipsy enough to agree to this.

“Oh yeah?” you say. “Watch me.”

After scanning the room for a couple moments, you see that Jean’s standing in front of the open fridge, likely trying to find another drink. With your eyes on your target, you stand up from your seat on the couch and make your way over to where he is.

Jean doesn’t notice you standing beside him — he’s too focused on staring into the contents of Eren’s messy fridge. You hesitate for a second, almost as if you’ve sobered-up a little and regained your senses. But then you take in the sight of Jean again, and for some reason you’re utterly absorbed in the way his handsome features are illuminated by the fridge’s light in the surrounding darkness, and for some reason, it’s almost like he’s glowing.

You stare at him for a second longer, before you remember what you’re here to do. You put a hand on his shoulder to steady yourself and start to lean in towards his cheek.

“Huh,” Jean hums, seemingly alerted by your hand on his shoulder. He turns his head in your direction just as your lips are only an inch away from where his cheek just was, and only an inch from where his lips are now.

There’s no time to react. Within seconds, your lips are on his. And it’s only seconds before you two have the composure to pull away.

“What the-” Jean stammers as he pulls away to see who kissed him. His eyes flash with an unreadable emotion when he sees it’s you. “What the hell, [Y/N]?” he says. With the help of the fridge’s light, you can see that his cheeks are tinged red. It’s completely unlike his usual confident, suave demeanour, but you can’t even judge him. You probably appear flustered too

“It was an accident! I mean, well, I kinda was trying to kiss you on the cheek, but it was only because-”

Before you can even finish making excuses, you’re interrupted by the feeling of Jean’s lips on yours. And this time, it’s deliberate. You hear the fridge door slam behind you, and you feel his hand trace your jaw before making its way to the back of your head. The “sexual tension” between you and Jean that you’ve denied time and time again is definitely in the air now. It’s always been there.

And just like your kiss, you don't think it's going to end any time soon.

Eren

God he’s so annoying. Entitled, even. If there’s a God, they’re entirely cruel for making Eren Yeager over six feet tall.

“Oh really, I’m annoying?” Eren teases. You sigh, realizing you must’ve muttered your thoughts aloud.

“If you give my book back then you won’t be,” you say, frustration seeping through your voice.

“Never,” he says, still dangling your textbook in the air. “You always do this, y’know.”

“Do what?”

“Invite me out to eat lunch and then start to study halfway through.”

You let out a groan. “Well I, unlike you, chose a major that actually requires me to study.”

“That’s your fault,” Eren shrugs his shoulders. “You’re just like Armin.”

“Oh come on, he’s way worse than me,” you laugh, almost forgetting that you’re angry. Almost. “Look, can you just give it back?”

Eren gives you a small grin. “Absolutely not.”

Moments like this make you wonder why you even invite him out to eat. “Give. It. Back,” you say each word slowly, hoping that he’ll get the hint. At this point, you don’t even care about the book anymore. You just don’t want him to win.

He doesn’t look the least bit fazed or intimidated by you. He stares into your eyes unwaveringly.

“Make me.”

Oh, he did not just pull the “make me” card. You stare into his eyes for a second, which only fuels your determination. You grip the wooden edge of the outdoor table you’re sitting at, standing up on the bench seat. Now you’re the taller one.

Eren, however, is one step ahead of you. He gets up from his seat, now taller than you once more. “Trying to get this?” He taunts you, holding your textbook out of your reach.

You lean towards him, practically grasping at the air. You grip his shoulder so you don’t fall off the bench, and you manage to lean far enough for your other hand to be only inches away from the book.

“Lean any more and you’re gonna fall,” Eren tells you. You can’t tell if he’s taunting you, or cautioning you. You decide that it doesn’t even matter.

You lean a bit more, gripping his shoulder even tighter to balance yourself, and grab onto the book. Before you can even celebrate, or taunt Eren back, you feel your foot slip off the bench.

You fall forwards, pushing Eren onto the grass along with you. In the midst of your descent to the ground, you feel your lips connect with his. Eren’s back hits the ground and your lips are further pressed together as your chests collide.

You lift your lips off of his the very instant you can, but the damage is already done. You’re still laying on top of Eren, and you can’t take back the fact that your lips were on his. Neither of you say anything for a couple seconds, or make any motions to get off of one another. Your heart is beating erratically enough for you to wonder if he can feel it.

“Y’know,” Eren finally starts to speak. He’s slightly out of breath just like you, but he’s just as cocky as always. “If you wanted to kiss me so badly, you didn’t have to make it look like an accident. Coward.”

Part of you wants to slap him. After all, it’d be pretty easy in the position you’re in. But as you stare into his eyes, you can’t deny how good he looks on the ground underneath you. And you certainly can’t deny how good it feels to be on top of him.

Without giving yourself another second to think, you allow your lips to collide with his once more. You feel his hand move to hold the small of your back as your lips dance along with his, yet you don’t let it last as long as it could. You pull away, meeting his emerald green eyes once he opens them.

"Who’s the coward now?"

Armin

You stare at the page of your textbook for much longer than you should be. You can feel the blond male's eyes boring into you, and despite his gentle appearance, you can tell he's judging you for taking so long.

"It's...A?" you hover your pencil over the letter, glancing at your friend for confirmation.

He shakes his head, making you throw yours back in frustration. "B? Is it C?"

"Now you're just guessing, [Y/N]," Armin reproaches.

"I can't help it," you huff, setting your pencil down on the library table. "I'm just...I'm so tired. I should just switch majors or something."

"Don't do that," Armin says. "Then I'll have no one to study with."

You let out a quiet laugh. "As if I'm ever much help."

"Oh please, you're just as smart as me," he tells you. "You did well on our last midterm. It's like you said — you're tired right now, that's all."

You give your friend a small smile, feeling slightly comforted by his words. Somehow, Armin always knows the right thing to say, even if it’s a simple stretch of the truth.

"How about this," Armin continues. "Get this next one right and I'll buy you a coffee to wake you up."

Your eyes light up at his offer. "Oh really?" you give him a small grin. "You're on."

You focus your attention back on your textbook, but any excitement you gained from Armin's offer disappears the moment you read the next question. Somehow, all of the options seem partially correct. It's obvious that the question is trying to trick you, yet you can't figure out what the trick exactly is.

It's like déjà vu. You're taking much longer than you should be, and you can feel Armin's eyes on you. You resist the urge to groan. No matter how long you sit here for, you know it's nothing more than a guessing game at this point. You have a 1/4 chance of getting it right if you guess, and a 25% chance of winning a coffee is an offer that's hard to pass up.

You're so caught up in your thoughts that you don't notice Armin leaning towards you to whisper something in your ear, likely trying to give you a hint. You turn your head to face his direction and guess the letter "C", yet you don't even have the opportunity to speak. In a split second, your lips accidentally mesh with his.

You feel your heart jump in your chest, not processing anything that's happening other than the fact that your lips are on his. His lips ... they're soft, taste faintly of honey, and are definitely not supposed to be on yours right now.

You both pull away, slightly stunned.

"I, uh, I..." Armin stammers, his cheeks tinged pink. For someone who always knows the right thing to say, he seems to be at a loss for words now.

Not knowing what to say, you say the first thing that pops into your mind.

"It's C! The answer's C!" you proclaim in a much louder voice than is admissible in a library.

Armin's eyes bore into yours for a moment, his expression almost unreadable. But then you see the corners of his lips curve upwards. He's smiling...no, now he's laughing.

You start to laugh with him — much louder than is appropriate for a library, yet neither of you seem to care. At this point, any rules — any boundaries, even — have vanished.

And even though it's unspoken as he buys you a coffee and continues to study with you, you can tell that something between you two has changed in the best way possible.

#attack on titan fic #attack on titan fanfiction #aot headcanons #aot fanfiction #aot x reader #eren x reader #eren yeager x reader #jean x reader #jean kirschtein x reader #armin x reader #armin arlert x reader #eren x you #jean x you #armin x you #jean headcanons #armin headcanons #eren headcanons #aot imagines #eren x y/n #jean x y/n #armin x y/n

[ladytauria]

okay to balance it out

fluff 27) “why the hell is there glitter everywhere?”

picturing JayTim maybe Tim tried to be sexy and spice/romantic and tried to decorate himself or the bedroom? and messed up

i love this sm <3

it took me a couple days to get the writing juices flowing, but once they did i managed to get this out in an afternoon xD

ofc, my internet went out right as i was finishing it up. luckily i wrote it on mobile. signal may not be the best here but i can still get it posted :D

read it on AO3

“Why the hell is there glitter everywhere?”

Shit. Tim was hoping to have it all cleaned up by now.

“Long story, don’t ask,” Tim calls, smoothing a comforter over the freshly made bed. He thinks he’s gotten most of it out of the bedroom—that and the en suite were the worst areas, but the living room took a pretty big hit as well.

“Okay, but you know I gotta ask, baby bird,” Jason says, appearing in their doorway. He’s lost his boots and gloves, but he’s still wearing his jacket and his hair is still mussed from his helmet.

Tim pouts at him, but it’s hard to feign irritation when there’s a smile tugging at Jason’s lips; eyes crinkling in the corners. He’s unfairly cute.

“Don’t give me that,” Jason says with a laugh, crossing the room to pull Tim against his chest. “Bed looks nice. Hurricane sparkles hit here too, huh?”

Tim can hardly help melting against him. He’s always so unfairly warm. (Jason says the same thing about him. ‘Then again, princess, if you’d eat more, maybe you’d have something to hold it in—‘) “I don’t want to talk about it. I’m still traumatized.”

Jason snickers. “Traumatized, huh?”

“Mhm.” Tim twists in his arms, pressing their chests together and winding his arms around Jason’s neck. He plays with the strands there. “Be a good boyfriend and comfort me.”

That gets him another laugh—each one makes a little more warmth pool in Tim’s chest. Jason kisses him softly, sweetly; turning that pool into an ocean. Tim sighs into it, a little weak in the knees despite how brief it ends up being. Jason just has that effect on him.

He brushes their noses together. “C’mon, pretty bird,” Jason murmurs. “I’m gonna die of curiosity.”

Tim heaves a sigh far more put-upon than he actually feels, and kisses the corner of his mouth. “Well, we can’t have that. I just got used to you.”

Jason’s brows raise; a grin on his face. “Only just? It’s been over a year, babe.”

Tim shrugs. “I’m very resistant to change,” he says. “But you wanted to know about the glitter.”

“Please.”

“Alright. It’s Steph’s fault.”

Jason snorts.

“No, really!” Tim says, doing his best not to grin himself. “You remember when she and I went clubbing, right?”

“Three nights ago, yeah.”

“Right. Well. At one of them, there was a lot of body glitter. Like—a lot. And—I dunno. It was kinda hot? Which was unfair. I mean, I don’t look that good when I wear it. Which I told Steph, and she said she doubted you’d agree with that. And I kept thinking about it. I mean. It sounded kind of fun, to dress up like that. Different, definitely.

“Except, uh. Things did not go as planned, and I made a big mess instead. Oops?”

Jason doesn’t laugh like Tim thought he would. Instead his head tilts, almost thoughtfully. “You know,” he says. “I’ve got pretty steady hands.”

Tim takes a second to process. “I— Are you offering to apply it for me?” His mouth is suddenly dry, imagining himself under those strong, talented, and yes, steady, hands as they paint patterns of glitter on his skin.

Jason’s hands curl around his hips, thumbs stroking the sharp points of them. “We’re going to be finding glitter for months anyway,” he says, voice dropping, the deep baritone rumbling through his bones. “Might as well get some fun out of it.”

Tim shivers. “Have I ever told you you’re brilliant?” he asks, tightening his grip on Jason’s shoulders and feeling him tense in preparation. He jumps; legs locking around his waist while Jason’s hands grip his ass.

“Mm—not recently.”

“I’ll make it up to you,” Tim promises, and kisses the place where his jaw meets his ear, relishing the soft noise that gets him. “Glitter’s in the bathroom.”

He’d buy Steph a thank-you card later. A very sparkly one.

#deepwithintheabyss #asks and answers #jaytim #tauriawrites #tauriawritesfanfic #dcu #edit: i fixed it <3

[sirotras]

2023 crochet round up!

i mentioned making a post like this a few days ago, and true to my nature, i waited until the last minute to get pictures

so here we are, in no particular order, various projects i finished in 2023

1.) this was technically crocheted last year (i think) but this year i finally assembled and lined it, making it finished! its not quite the size to be a purse, but its perfect for carrying my phone and keys while dog walking

i followed this pattern, and im really happy with the results!

2.) some little zipper bags. like the bag above, the purple one was crocheted last year, but i finally added the lining and zipper this year (i also used the same pattern as the above bag to make the purple one)

the grey one doesnt have a lining and zipper yet, but since the crochet is finished, it still makes the list

3.) little squares from this pattern, to have something to clip my stitch markers to, very helpful for travel

4.) a few of the chokers i made during the summer, there are a bunch more, but you get the idea, a couple were made based on this pattern

4.) this one was hard to get a good shot of, but it's a cat blanket i made for my sister's cats

the pattern was a free one i got from michael's in store, which doesnt seem to be on their site? however its a pretty simple pattern, im pretty sure you could find something nearly identical by searching "star baby blanket" or something like that

5.) for ages now i've been meaning to make something to keep my tablet pens in, because having them loose in my bag is begging for disaster

i actually had to make this little case twice, the first one was too long and the proportions looked weird, so it isnt pictured here

i hand finished all the seams for the lining, there was no practical need to do this

6.) pouch to carry headphones i got for my birthday

7.) pouch to carry Cool Rocks

the bottom of the bag comes from these doily patterns, and the ends of the ties are from this pattern

8.) a mini dice bag, made to hold a couple sets of mini dice my sister made for me!

9.) several cord ties made from this pattern, the flower was my own addition (only two ties are pictured because i didnt feel like tracking down the third)

10.) a flower vine to decorate my desk, no actually on my desk because i still need to sort out how i want to attach it

11.) speaking of flowers, ive probably made dozens of these little guys, they're very quick to make, and a good way to give my hands something to do while watching something

12.) little succulents from this pattern

13.) oops! another pouch to hold even more Cool Rocks

14.) while technically i still need to to line these bags, i still wanted to include them, i made them from this pattern, and im very excited for when theyre actually finished so i can use them

next we're getting into some shawls i made, and unfortunately i just dont have a good set up for getting pics of them

15.) this one was made by doing a little variation from this pattern

16.) this was made from the all shawl pattern by doris chan, its a really great pattern for beginner's, the first shawl i made was from that pattern!

17.) this was made from a variation on the same pattern i used for the cat blanket, i made a couple others from the same sort of pattern late last year, but i decided i needed one in black in october, because it looks just a bit like bat wings

18.) i made a cowl from this pattern, and i really love the texture of it! i also made one for my mom in a different color, which is not pictured here because i took these picture last minute

other things not pictured include: a dice bag for my sister, flowers for my mom, and a sack for the cats to curl up in (since they love making nests out of my projects)

#long post #sirotras speaks #i had that cowl finished for all of 1 minute before sy crawled in it like it was made for her

[xxrainshadowsxx]

Tis the Season

So, this isn't late or anything, not at all. Oops. In all seriousness, happy holidays, and to celebrate, here's a Christmas themed chapter for you.

Rating: T

Warnings: Mild innuendo and not so mild language

“Mom! Dad! Come on, wake up!” A weight that was paired with a very excited voice made it into your bedroom that morning, pulling you away from a lovely deep sleep. After raising your head and groggily blinking a few times, you see that Jack is the perpetrator, but you can’t find it in yourself to get annoyed with him. It’s Christmas morning after all, and it’s your son’s favorite day of the year.

“Jack, give us a minute. We were up half the night wrapping presents,” you yawn, giving him a half-truth. You’d definitely been up most of the night, but it wasn’t to do any last minute wrapping; you’d finished that early enough.

“Still, hurry up! Aunt Aurora made cinnamon rolls, and she said they’re going to get cold soon,” Jack enthuses as he finally exits the bedroom. You hear his feet run down the hall before disappearing, presumably to rejoin Aurora in the living room with the tree and presents.

“How much sugar did Aurora give him?” Onceler wonders as he sits up and stretches. “He’s never got this much energy in the mornings.”

“It's not sugar,” you mumble through a stretch of your own. “It's Christmas. He's always this excited on Christmas. Honestly, I cherish it because I don't know how many more he's got in him before he turns into a jaded and moody teenager.” You stumble out of the bed and make your way over to the dresser, pulling out a blue sweater and white sweatpants, glad that you'd gotten them ready the day before. You change into them, still half-asleep.

“You alright, darling? You've been exhausted lately,” Onceler notes, concern flooding his tone as he changes into comfortable loungewear of his own. You manage to throw a tired smile in his direction.

“It's just the holidays,” you evade. “It should get better once Christmas is actually over. Now I don't have to buy anything anymore.”

“Alright,” he backs off, though still with an air of caution. “But if it doesn't, will you promise to go see the doctor? I don't like the idea of you not getting enough sleep?”

You pull him close and give him a quick peck on the lips. “Promise,” you say. “Now, we should probably go downstairs before Jack comes back up here with full intent to murder us.” Without waiting for a response, you take his hand and lead him out of your bedroom, pulling him along to the stairs of your new house.

You'd only moved in a couple months ago, but already this place felt more like home than anywhere you'd ever lived before. It wasn't as big as Onceler's old mansion, but that suited you just fine. That place had been too massive to ever truly feel like home. Here, you felt comfortable, while still having plenty of room for all four of you.

Down the stairs and a few turns sees you in the sitting room, your Christmas tree in one corner and stockings above the fireplace. Jack and Aurora are already here, and your sister wastes no time handing you a steaming mug of hot chocolate.

“To wake you up,” she explains with a smile. You flash her a grateful look before taking a long sip, savoring the way the drink warms your whole body from the inside out. You didn't like coffee and you didn't like to rely on caffeine to keep you awake, so hot chocolate was usually your go-to.

You take a seat on the sofa, and Onceler sits next to you, casually draping an arm around your shoulders. Jack, who's chosen to sit on the floor, has been watching the whole exchange impatiently and is practically vibrating in anticipation. You can't help but smile. While he's always loved Christmas, he hasn't been this excited in a few years, and you have a very good idea as to why this year is different: it's the first Christmas the whole family has been together. You yourself are certainly the happiest you've ever been as well.

“Should I start handing out presents?” Jack asks, inching closer to the base of the tree.

“Not much point in that,” you tell him with a shrug. “Most of those are for you. Why don't you just start opening some and if you come across something that's for one of us you can hand it over?”

Jack needs no further convincing. He tears into his gifts with the kind of enthusiasm only a ten-year-old boy on Christmas can muster. You'd done your best not to go overboard, but restraint had proved difficult for you when you'd been given an unlimited budget thanks to your husband. Christmas wasn't about money, you knew that, and you wanted to ensure Jack knew that as well, but it sure had helped after years of struggling to make ends meet in December. 

Still, you didn't want to spoil him too much. You made sure to buy your son things he needed as well as things he wanted. Such as… “Oh good, new basketball shoes!” he shouts gleefully as he rips the paper off the first present he grabs. 

“Well, your old ones were falling off your feet,” you point out. “I know these aren't name brand, but they're a bit sturdier. You'll be able to beat them up while you're playing.”

“And if you follow my growth pattern, you'll be needing new shoes every few months soon anyway,” Onceler adds.

“Thank you!” he enthuses as Onceler goes to grab a trash bag for the used wrapping paper.

For the next several minutes, you mostly watch as Jack opens his own present, occasionally interrupted when he comes across one that's not addressed to him and hands it out. Aurora absolutely cackles with glee as she opens your present to her.

“Do you have any idea of the menace you've just unleashed on this town?” she crows as she puts on her new hat, which simply reads “Fuck The Straights.” “You know I'm going to wear this in public, right?” 

“Oh, I know you will,” you answer lightly. “But you're enough of a menace already that a hat isn't going to make much of a difference unless you wear it inside Jack's school for whatever reason.”

“Don't give me ideas,” she laughs, eyes sparkling. “Anyway, I think there's still two more left under there. Who are they for, Jack?”

Jack pulls both out. One of them, which is huge and was an absolute bitch to wrap, is for him. The other, which is shaped like a brick, is apparently yours. Jack passes it to you, and it's surprisingly heavy. It's also from your husband.

“Don't worry, I didn't go overboard,” he murmurs into your ear. “And I know it's something you actually want. But we can let Jack open his first.”

You don't have much of a choice on that score. Jack has already started tearing into his last present, his face lighting up more by the second as he sees what it is.

“No way! I got a guitar?!” he shrieks in delight. He opens the case carefully, in stark contrast to his unbridled, feral enthusiasm when actually taking the wrapping paper off. Once the case is open, he picks up his new, dark blue guitar out of the case and looks at it with something close to reverence.

“We figured you deserved your own with how much you've been playing mine,” Onceler says casually enough, but his face is beaming with pride. They had bonded over their mutual love of music, and it always made your heart swell to hear them playing together.

Now, there was only one present left, and it was the one on your lap. The room looks at you expectantly, so you quickly take the paper off. And in your hands sits a beautiful, embossed copy of all of Jane Austen's works. It had been something you'd mentioned an offhand interest in to Onceler when out shopping for Jack, and he'd clearly remembered.

“Thank you, love,” you smile as you lean over and kiss him briefly.

“I think that's it,” Jack comments as he searches under the branches for anything he might have missed. After a moment, you decide the time is right for you to speak up. 

“Jack, there's an envelope in the tree,” you say, trying your best to keep your tone as light as possible.

Jack finds and grabs the envelope immediately. “It's for Dad, from Mom,” he announces. Onceler raises his eyebrow at you, but when you're not forthcoming with any further information, he takes the envelope from Jack, dragging his finger through the top to open it, and spilling its lone parcel into his palm.

His face instantly goes slack and drains of all color. His mouth makes motions like it's trying to form words, but no sounds are coming out. Finally, he looks over at you, his eyes misty. “Really?” he manages to breathe out. You simply nod, beaming yourself at this point.

“What is it?” Jack demands. At his words, Onceler simply shows him and Aurora what's in his hand: the positive pregnancy test you'd taken five days ago.

“We're having another baby?” he whispers as Jack and Aurora stare at the pregnancy test, Jack in astonishment, Aurora in amusement and satisfaction.

“We're having another baby,” you confirm, and not a second later, his arms are around you, kissing you senseless. You're only too happy to return his kisses.

“Alright!” Aurora calls after a moment, causing you to separate. “Other people want to congratulate you too. As long as this one was actually planned… for the love of God, tell me you actually talked about this one?” You sigh, but nod. You hadn't exactly been actively trying, but you had agreed together that you weren't going to do anything to prevent it.

“I'm going to be a big brother?” Jack asks. You turn to him. His reaction was the one you were the most nervous about. You didn't want him to feel like this new baby was yours and Onceler's chance to “get it right” since Jack's own early years had been so turbulent.

“Yes. Are you okay with that?” you ask apprehensively.

A grin splits his face. “It's awesome when is the baby gonna be here?” he asks eagerly, and you breathe a sigh of relief. There might be issues down the road, but not today. Today, things were allowed to be perfect, and for the first time, all of you could bask in the glow of the prospect of becoming a family of five.

Later that night, when you're settling down to sleep, Onceler turns to you as you're climbing into bed. “Do you think I can do it? Be a good dad, I mean?” he asks quietly.

You reach up to caress his face. “You're already a wonderful father to Jack,” you remind him. “And I know our new baby is going to be so lucky to have you as their dad.”

He pulls you into his chest. “Thank you,” he murmurs. “This means everything to me. There's no greater gift you could have given me, even though I thought I had everything with you and Jack. But now I can't wait to meet our new little one.”

You look up to kiss him once, smiling brightly. “Merry Christmas, love.”

I will be taking a break until the new year, and I might have a new project in the works come January. We'll see. I'll see you then and have a good end of the year.

#fanfiction #onceler fanfiction #onceler x reader #the onceler #the lorax #also on ao3 #onceler

[barkspawn]

what about farmer finding elliott's secret book of poems written for them (before they started dating) and he confesses? :)

HI I updated this a little oops

Ooooooooh. Tbh I wasn't actually expecting a response but I am all for this prompt. I'm better at writing the farmer being pre-established. I'll use my farmer Amelia for the time being. If you prefer a reader insert, lmk.

Be nice, I'm rusty :|

Alright look. This is barely edited bc I'm mid Depression Session. I loved writing it though and I'd love more. ♡

Amelia ran her fingers over the edge of the large wooden desk in the corner of Elliott's shack. She couldn't help but admire the detail of the books littering his desk. It was almost like they were plucked from the past, the leather covers worn and well-loved. A crumpled piece of paper sat at the upper edge of the desk, wedged between the wood and the wall. She picked it up and tossed it in the small bin next to the desk. There were only a few lines written before they were crumpled, their ink smeared in frustration.

Elliott was going to meet her here at any minute. He had to finish up at the library, urging her to head inside and wait for him in the relative warmth of the shack. Still, she drew her coat tighter around herself as she started walking curiously around his home. Books were strewn across the floor in various states of use. There were some open, lying face down as well as other, barely-touched books in neat (well, neat in comparison) piles. As tempted as she was to clean them up, she loved this about Elliott. It was clear that he was passionate about his work. Truthfully, she had realized she had feelings for him just a couple of weeks ago, but there was no way in hell she could tell him. Besides, Elliott was all but married to his novel. To even imagine putting herself in the way of that... well, she couldn't.

She continued her slow pace around the room, her eyes drawn to a small book on the edge of his bed. It was a dark red leather and was small enough to fit in his pocket. Perhaps ideas he had throughout the day?

She couldn't help but laugh to herself. There was a particular story regarding a small crab that had taken shelter in the writer's pocket. With the worn state the book was in, she couldn't help but imagine it in the same pocket.

Against her better judgment, she found herself picking up the book, and sitting on the very edge of his bed. She opened it, flipping through the first few pages. There were notes and seemingly random phrases like "like a storm: grey" and "deep blue as the sea - wavy?" Provided he wasn't angry with her for snooping, she'd have to ask him the secret to deciphering his ideas. She noticed the name of her farm, "Stardop Fields," on the adjacent page. Her brows knit together, confusion playing at her expression. Why would he need the name of her farm? Unless his memory is really that poor..

With a deep breath, she resolved to put it back down, haphazardly flipping quickly through the pages once more as she closed it. Her name caught her eye buried in the pages, about a third of the way in. She tried quickly to find the page she glimpsed, unsure if she should be afraid or excited to be a part of his writing.

There it was. In the center of one of the pages, he had written her name in a beautiful flowing script. She let go of a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding, almost immediately holding her next as she turned the page, her name written again at the top. The passage was written beautifully and with care. All sense of urgency left her as she carefully read:

  A virtue

blood red lips

I burn like fire for your pulse,

connected, connected, to never drown

I offer you my kiss

I melt in your love

  She froze, completely shocked. Surely, it couldn't mean... No. With her hands trembling, she turned the page, her gaze landing once more on her name; though this one was accompanied by "Ode to.." she traced her fingers over the page as she read:

  I pray for your kiss,

connected together, I share with you

joined together, I share with you

I melt in your soul.

  This time, she gave no pause in her reading, turning the page immediately, her eyes falling once more to the beautiful script:

  A tear in the eye

I see the night in your grey eyes

as the pulse warms for always

transforms like time, silver

I starve for your love,

joined, bound, to never force

I share with you my soul

my kiss, my Ame--

  Her reading was cut off abruptly, the door flying open as Elliott came through the door, unbuttoning his coat as he hurriedly explained, "Amelia, I am so sorry that took so long. You see, I keep many journals and it seems that I've lost one of the most impor-"

He froze as his gaze finally fell in her direction, falling on the book for a moment before his eyes met hers. She watched as his cheeks grew pink, this time not of the cold outside. There was silence there between them as they stared at one another. Amelia couldn't find any words. She was a mixture of emotions, butterflies in her belly, and light burning in her widened eyes. Everything in her wanted to believe that this meant that he had feelings for her, that he had felt the same. She slowly stood and, unsure what to do or say, she closed the book and extended it out to him. His eyes moved down, focused on the journal. He took it from her, his fingers brushing against hers in the exchange. Even the small bit of contact increased the butterflies in her stomach ten-fold. She couldn't stop the light intake of breath at the sensation. 

"Oh, you... seem to have found it," he started as he gingerly touched the cover, clearly trying to bring humor in to drown out the quiet. Still, he continued, his voice quiet, "did you.." he cleared his throat, "did you read any of them..?"

Amelia's heart seemed to be beating out of her chest; she could feel the heartbeat in her chest. She didn't like how quiet he was, he always had comments on everything. She gave a small nod, wanting to tell him everything: that the poems were beautiful and how it made her even more certain about how she felt for him. She opened her mouth to attempt to say something, though when she tried, his hand went up in protest. He was obviously just as nervous as she was. Before she could talk, he had started, his voice careful, "Amelia, firstly, I'm sorry. This was not how I wanted you to find out," he took a deep breath, finally meeting her eyes, "were it not incredibly obvious based on my writings, I have... feelings for you. I tried to ignore them for a long time as I was absolutely certain you would have no such feeling for me. I have hope that I have not ruined our friendship as you are still standing here with me," in what seems like a split decision, he stepped forward, taking her hands in his. Relief overcame him as she did not pull away, his stance visually relaxing. In fact, her head was swimming in thoughts of how this had to all be a dream, though she felt his hands, still cool from the winter air, so clearly in her own. He smiled slightly as she ran her thumb over his knuckles, giving her hands a gentle squeeze, "it seems for once, I am at a loss for words."

Amelia inhaled, not willing to let go of her last bit of courage. When she spoke, her voice was soft, partially quieted by the lump that formed in her throat, "Elliott.. would you like to go out to dinner with me?" There was a small pause before, with a small smile, she added, "please?"

He scanned her features, her stormy grey eyes and her impossibly wavy hair- still tinged a light teal from the last time she colored it, her natural color prominent now in the growth. Her eyes were just a little wider than usual and she stayed focused on him, almost like he'd vanish if she dared to look away. It was after a long moment that he thought to speak, unable to hide the smile that formed, "why, I would love that. Would it be presumptuous of me to ask if I could treat you to dinner tonight..? Perhaps a stroll along the beach to follow?"

This time, she laughed, giving his hand a gentle squeeze, "I would love that," she repeated, suddenly very aware of the burning pink of her cheeks. He would have been blind not to notice. He raised her hands to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to her knuckles as his eyes never left hers.

"Then it's a date," he finished as she felt the heat rise up to her ears. She smiled, her lower lip caught between her teeth as she nodded, feeling giddy with excitement.

Suddenly, she pulled her hand from his and turned to her bag, unlatching the top and fishing out the plastic tube, a vibrant duck feather held inside to keep it from being crushed among her things.

"I almost forgot! I brought you a-" she was cut off as she turned, a moment lost as she tried to figure out what was happening. The tube fell from her hand as she realized that he was kissing her. There was an eruption of butterflies that seemingly filled her whole body. In truth, he couldn't help himself. The woman he felt so strongly for had said that she felt the same. They were going on a date tonight! Emotion and inspiration took over then, taking his chance the moment she turned. He had always acted swiftly on any ounce of inspiration, but this was new. This was raw emotion; pure happiness at the idea that such an incredible woman would choose him. He'd wanted to wait for the end of the date to be traditional, romantic even, but the feeling overwhelmed him and he needed to feel her touch.

His lips were soft, his action gentle, almost as if she were glass that could shatter at any given moment. She felt the pad of his thumb brush gently over her cheekbone before he let his whole hand to rest on her cheek, his other hand resting on her arm. As he pulled back, he straightened himself out. She hadn't realized he had to bend to kiss her, even if it wasn't much. He was nearly a whole foot taller than her. She would have to be embarrassed about that later. Perhaps when she regained her breath and any coherent thought.

A frown pulled at the corner of his lips at her silence, eyes carefully scanning her face as he kept his voice barely above a whisper, "Yoba, I'm sorry... I don't know what came ov-"

She cut him off then, pulling him down to her suddenly by the collar. Her lips met his once more, a little less gentle and graceful than she intended. He was quick to return her kiss, his other hand moving to her waist in an attempt to pull her closer. Her right hand had come to rest just under his jacket where she had pulled him close while her left hand made its way through his hair in an effort to show him how she wanted this and did not want this to stop. Running her fingers through his hair was something she had wanted to do since the first time they'd met. With that thought, she smiled against his lips before remembering her gift. Ultimately, it was the reason for her visit today. Reluctantly, she pulled back to meet his eyes. Her voice was quiet, almost breathless with a playful undertone.

"I brought you a duck feather, by the way," she tilted her head slightly to indicate the plastic tube she had dropped.

A light chuckle escaped his lips then, his breath warm as he never moved his eyes away from hers, "that's a beautiful gift, thank you."

Ao3 for the one shots: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43638475

yes, yes i am getting ahead of myself 

#sdv #stardew valley #fanfic #stardew #stardew valley fanfic #stardew valley elliott #sdv elliott #elliott stardew valley #writing prompt #barkspawn #please send more #this was so fun #oh look a one-shot #barkspawn oneshot

[clatterbane]

Redneck Brewing #8/9: Raspberry Lingonapple Disaster Wine

This is one experiment I actually started several days ago, but put off posting about until after I had finally assembled a short collection of beginner homebrewing resource links that somebody asked about at least a week ago. (Still not finished yet, oops. 😒 I have definitely not forgotten about it, though, and still fully intend to get that done!)

Anyway, I'd been wanting to play around with a combo of apple juice and lingonberry juice drink (like cranberry juice, but with slightly different berries). But, then it occurred to me that the tail end of some yummy raspberry jam we had in the fridge might be a good addition. Nice touch of flavor which should play nicely with the lingonberry, plus more sugars built in.

So, I combined that in a sanitized jar with the juice concentrates (which make a liter of juice each), and treated it all with pectic enzyme to let sit and work for at least 12 hours. Hopefully break down the extra added pectin in the jam, besides the existing stuff in the juice, for a clearer drink in the end.

No sauerkraut involved here, btw. That was just a convenient saved jar. 😁

This ended up as two bottles testing out slightly different yeast varieties again because I done fucked up, y'all.

The original plan was to make a single 1.75L batch. So, my tired dyscalculic ass had some kind of mental lapse and added way more sugar than it the yeast could hope to deal with. Good thing I was using a hydrometer to check the sugar content, is all I can say.

What started out as 1.75L of nice extra-fruity must needed to get watered down to two 1.4L batches. Which still worked out to just over 18% ABV in the end, when I was aiming for maybe 11-12% in the finished product. One of them may end up overly sweet, because I'm really not sure how much one of those yeasts can take. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ But, may as well find out!

So yeah, this stuff may or may not be very drinkable in the end. Still seemed better to proceed with the weird watery syrup fuckups, than to just waste it all down the sink. Worst case, I'm out a little yeast, besides some time and effort.

Oh yes, being fully committed to my dubious decisions, and also even more tired by that point in the proceedings?

I realized that our hoard of deposit bottles had gone back to the store, so we didn't actually have convenient spare 2L bottles to pour the diluted shit into. So, fuck it: we're running with 1.4L batches in 1.5L bottles with basically no headspace! 🥴

Our little yeasty buddies do seem extremely happy so far, at least! So yeah, it's been going through cycles of trying to climb put through the airlocks. (And me needing to clean those out and resanitize several times already today.) And I have been glad that I did at least think to set the bottles into the usual overflow protection containers.

[Reminder to self: get hold of some blowoff tubing that actually fits. 🙄]

The actual ingredients broken down by bottle, btw. The second bottle is the same, except for using the Mangrove Jack AW-4 yeast instead. I will probably add another 0.6g of the DAP nutrient to each in a couple of days, because this yeast could probably use all the help it can get!

#redneck brewing #redneck wine #lingonberry #apple #raspberry #homebrewing #wine #clatterbane's kitchen experiments

[cassicaendra]

💫 FROM NARUTO TO BORUTO FANFICTION💫 #3

Official name: Unexpected

Only here on En here. From author personally.

P.s. sometimes dumb! Oops. (Daichi/dai/day - one person)

Hinata saw this mess when she returned from the store.

A lot of people, incredulous whispers..

- Naruto-kun?

..And hung up.

Two fighting Naruto - not news of course. But it was hardly a clone. Even more so.. Another.

- Hinato-san.. Maybe he has a double life after all? - Iruka breathed out resignedly. Helped is called..

"Nope, something's wrong," they both thought instantly, resolutely walking forward.

But it has already become clear.. These are two separate people. Even so... Yes, they are similar, they are the same.

- And you listened to the whole conversation. Daichi calmly spread his hands. - Just don't hit, and so you can repeat. In short, we ask for help in finding the seals that carry the gates of the dead behind them. Frankly speaking, this is all known at the moment, and if it were noble, dear, unshakable..

- Finish with the epithets, we still have to persuade people somehow... - The detached Mikoto remarked gloomily.

- ..In short, we just need to find something, I don't know what, and, depending on the type of seal, break it, or impose another one. While the dead are not stretched, everything can be done quickly and quietly..

Iruka and Hinata looked from different sides, then at their feet, then at each other.

- Still, what is Naruto's opinion?

Sensei asked first.

- They appeared out of nowhere, and they confuse me enough.. I only ask for confirmation of their words. Since it's so dangerous.. - A look at Hinata. Clinging to Sasuke is also nearby..

"If you were a girl, Sasuke, would you be as fluent?.."

Daichi interrupts the flow again.

- We were here about half a month ago.. That means there are only four left. Ask Kurama how he likes the new ones.. Neighbors. And Sakura-chan... Thank you. We live on the next street, in case someone suddenly... It will be interesting. We dare not delay, dear family.

With an expression of complete indifference, "we tried to reason with you," Haruno was already walking.

Sasuke finally approached Naruto very quickly.

Crossed shoulder to shoulder with Day ...

"If you were more attentive, you would have noticed that he is nervous not just in front of the Hokage...But also like Sarada in front of me" - Flashed at Uchiha.

...But after the young man, three co-directed.

Actively arguing with Boruto Menma, and Sarada in the middle. Mitsuki, of course, also came running from training, joining his teammates in silence..

-..And I'm telling you that Onitsuki is still much tastier. You just haven't tried it like my mom's!

- Yes? And as for me, noodles are still much tastier!

- Only if it is cooked with love. - Perhaps it sounded funny from the mouth of a child.

Sarada quickly pulled Mitsuki behind her.

- And what is this twin? - The boy asked quietly.

- You have no idea at all.. Do you know who's leading us?

- Another sudden twin. What happened?

- They want to neutralize certain seals in order to prevent a catastrophe. And apparently, their worlds have already collapsed.. Because this is the son of Sakura and Naruto. And next to Sasuke and ...

- Naruto too, though I don't want to think further. That... Is the black-haired one with them?

- According to them, Sasuke was a girl. His companion?...Yes, with them. Do you have any ideas and suggestions?

- We should watch them.. Because two of them are jinchuriki. And no offense to you, but Uchiha.. They always look like they're planning a coup d'etat.

- HEY, I ACTUALLY HEAR! We're not up to anything! Just asked for help!

Menma immediately flared up. Of course, you won't hear it here a couple of meters away from them.

- We wouldn't have asked if my brother and sister were fine. And it would be great without your relatives! - The boy snorted, squinting like an animal at those discussing. - Your parents are unlike themselves, what is Sasuke worth, even if he hasn't really visited his family, but as for Naruto, it's always welcome.

- Menma, I understand that it's not easy for you to put it mildly, but let's discuss this at home? Moreover, Mikoto is catching up there. Do you want to buy onigiri on the way? At the same time noodles, and then there is nothing left.

- If the whole kitchen stinks to her again, you cook dinner.

"Not a child, but a mini-Sasuke when tired! Someday he will listen to me, but apparently this is limited to his brother and sister.. Speaking of sister"

Daichi turned around anyway.

- Are you with me, or go home faster? And also...

- I'll tell you at home. - Mikoto snapped grimly. - Menma, I'll say it again. No need to snap at everyone, I'll see you again and you'll stay at home.

- You will do it, of course. If I go out at home, it will fall apart on the rocks!

Menma clearly didn't like the idea of eternal learning. Moreover, with the elders - he tasted the charm of this, and he no longer wanted to claim the title of "best" in the family.

- Tomorrow without a morning break.

- Mikoto!

- You're too hard on him. Maybe he'd better get to know his peers better? So he doesn't really communicate, except with "boring adults" - It seems that Daichi really didn't mind getting to know the locals better.

- I remember the charming warm welcome of your mother, in the coccyx it responds for a long time. - Now Uchiha was skeptical. - Do you think it will work? They looked at us like idiots.

- It'll take you for a ride. At least one cool kunoichi is definitely with us!

- It's a nice fact that you love your mother so much and you had a normal relationship in the family. But you know, it's not cool for an orphan.

- If you're serious, point your finger where my parents are. - Dai instantly frowned. - If I'm still hoping for Sakura's support, and you obviously don't claim Sasuke's support, that's no reason to freak out.

- We just haven't talked yet. Sorry, I should go home. Behave normally, Menma.

Poking his brother in the forehead, the figure of Uchiha quickly disappeared. Apparently, she's really fast.

- She's always very.. - Boruto started, but here to continue..

The one who was addressed has already decided. Uchih's younger brother.

- Gloomy? So he sleeps three hours a day. I wouldn't have bitten off my hand, otherwise one of them already seems to have succeeded. How's it going with you and chidori and rassengan? - Menma asked.

- What do you need? And you're kind of on the same level. - Boruto answered.

- Definitely not. If you want to check - okay, they won't forbid me to walk. You're a kid.

- That's the topic. Yes, whatever you want, but I would have defeated you.

- Great, dobe. Then tomorrow at lunch. Will you oversleep? And drag your friends. Get acquainted. By the way, did you pass the exams without injuries? If you're interested, there's Naruto left If it's interesting, then Naruto stayed hungry for Sakura and Sasuke.

- Well, as you want. I would sleep it off..

- ..But pride is your middle name, guys? - Joking Dei.

Sarada was about to leave.. But she responded anyway. Mitsuki smiled.

- I don't mind. However, I'll be a little late, they promised to take me to training around ten o'clock. - Uchicha nodded.

The gray-haired man nodded stiffly.

- Also. But rather because my dad and I will play and read until late at night.. Well, we'll think of something.

"They are very strange. It would be nice to go straight to the house.." - Sarada flashed ..

..Mitsuki tried not to squint in the direction of the "newcomers".

"They're all.. They alarm me. They themselves said that they can become like villains, break the seals with chakras. They said to search, being in front of everyone. Why would they hide? To not use their abilities? Why then did the guy that Naruto and Sakura's son reveal himself right away?.."

#team 7 naruto #naruto uzumaki #naruto fanfiction #naruto #sasunaru #saske uchiha #sarada #sasusaku #sakura #menma uchicha #menma uzumaki #menma #minato namikaze #sarada uchiha #kakashi hatake #kakasaku #boruto fanfiction

[kirwell]

A Starless Clan Predictions - Shadow

I finished reading Shadow a couple of days ago, my guys, and while it’s relevant, I wanna share my predictions! What did you think of Shadow?  Spoilers and speculations for A Starless Clan, book 3 "Shadow", below!

PRE-READING PREDICTIONS 1. Fognose, Podlight, and Splashtail slipped away to kill Reedwhisker, and Curlfeather had heavy suspicions about Reedwhisker’s disappearance when he didn’t return with them. Especially after they found his body, and this caused her to rethink how Mistystar died. And she was killed because she was too close to the truth of what happened.  2. Mothwing may have been involved in the RiverClan conspiracy in the beginning but never meant for cats to die. But now she’s forced into silence and to answer to the demands of the real culprits. 3. Nightheart is going to leave ThunderClan, and may even clan-jump from ShadowClan to RiverClan. But he’s probably not gonna be happy anywhere he goes, because he's his own problem.  4. Nightheart and Sunbeam will not end up together, or they’ll try, but it won’t work out. Or at least not until Nightheart goes through his arc and matures. But not until then. 5. Frostpaw won’t have any romance arcs. If she does, it’ll be one-sided and won’t work out. 

MID-READING PREDICTIONS 1. Someone is going to attempt to kill Icewing, but the plot will fail.  (It can still happen... Especially if Tigerstar appoints her leader of RC) 2. Spalshtail and Duskfur are most upset about Frostpaw becoming a warrior apprentice because they need someone with a connection to Starclan for their plot to work. (Eeyup. Fuck u Splashtail. stay away from frost baby) 3. Whistlepaw may be attacked on the moor when talking to Frostpaw (Welp. I was almost right. Oop) POST-READING PREDICTIONS 1. I think Mothwing will become Mothstar at some point. I think she'd be a refreshing leader to see. And the reason why this idea didn’t cross Frostpaw’s mind before when looking for a new leader, is because Mothwing is already a medicine cat and she isn't exactly StarClan's biggest fan. 2. When Squirrelflight gets her nine lives, she'll try and appoint Lionblaze as her deputy, but ThunderClan won't stand for that shit. Too many of Firestar's kin have been in power over TC, and they need to shake things up. I think this was even brought up in A Broken Code, and about Lionblaze specifically. 3. SkyClan will attack ShadowClan on behalf of RiverClan, and I feel like Leafstar's going to lose a life, and it's gonna upset everyone because it could have been avoided. How many lives does she have left...? Imagine she actually just dies for the final time and it's Tigerstar's fault. I tried to stick to more realistic post-reading predictions writing this, though there's so many ideas I could TALK AND TALK about, BUT they're pretty far out there wafting in fanfic territory and probably won't happen smh

#I love the direction of ASC #but I have problems with 2 of the protagonists... #its not frostpaw #a starless clan #asc #warrior cats #warriors #wc #a starless clan predictions #a starless clan spoilers #asc spoilers #Shadow #asc shadow #asc shadow spoilers #Nightheart #Sunbean #Frostpaw #Squirrelflight #Mothwing #Splashtail #Duskfur #Lionblaze #Leafstar #Whistlepaw #Podlight #Fognose #Mistystar #Curlfeather #thunderclan #riverclan

[girlwifteef]

“I’m sick of it” James Hetfield x Fem!Reader!

TW: Mentions of abuse, toxic ex, threats, language, and fighting.

Circa 1984 James

Part 4

Description: This is the part you’ve all been waiting for (all four of you that is). In this part, Y/N and James Hetfield meet at Richie’s bar and walk to the record store. While walking back to the car that night, you encounter your ex but this time, James is by your side. (Also, not my gif this time) <3

I forgot how many people lived in this city. There had to have been over 400 people that came and went in the emergency room. Could humans just be a little careful every now and then? We would probably have flying cars by now if this were the case. Well nothing can go anybody’s way so as I clocked out, there were still people pouring in through the doors with code blues, yellows, oranges, and pretty much the entire fucking rainbow. I felt a little bad when they asked me to stay for another hour but I had a date. I had to look my very best, even though I don’t really own anything that project’s confidence like James said. It was almost 3 and I had an hour to get ready.

“I’m sorry Barbara, but I really need to get home.” I said in a hurry to the head nurse. Quite frankly, I didn’t want to tell her that I was blowing everyone off for a guy I just met. “I promised my mom I would check on her dog while she’s away!” I’m usually good at making excuses on the spot for not wanting to do something. Well I’m guessing you already know who made me learn this trick.

“Ah, no worries, Y/N. I’m just glad you didn’t call out. I’ll see you in a couple of days, yeah?”

“Oh! Yes, you will! Bye Barb!” Fuck yeah! I forgot I had a couple days off. Oh man I’m so happy today is today.

I headed to the back of the nurses station to get all my stuff from my locker. Without realizing it, I had practically slammed it shut because of the rush I was in creating this long echo through the hall way. Oops, oh well, I thought scrambling to get everything in my hands. Once I had managed to not drop anything, I had grabbed my car keys and headed for the employee exit. I sped walked to my car and basically threw all of my belongings from my hands into the backseat of my car. Maybe I’ll get them later, after my date. In all honesty, that wasn’t going to happen.

Once everything was out of my hands, I hopped into the drivers seat, and turned the car on with the A/C on full blast. I then threw the car into reverse, backed up, put it in drive, shifted into first gear, and floored it out the parking lot. When I got on the road, I realize it is now 3 o’ clock and let’s just say I’m the luckiest person driving right now because I deserve a lot of speeding tickets. I could imagine the conversation now with the policemen that managed to catch up with me, ‘Please officer, I have a date later with a guy from a band!’ I’ll plead. ‘Miss! You were going 70 in a 45! You are going to jail!’ The officer would yell back. Making myself laugh a little, I slow down enough we’re I’m not passing every poor sole that I manage not to hit. I guess it really didn’t matter because I was only 5 minutes away from my apartment now. At least I made good timing? Man, time really does fly by when you’re having fun.

Driving into the parking garage, I find the “residence parking” and threw the car in park. I grab my purse and head up the flight of stairs to my door and unlock it with my keys. Then, I through my stuff down and shut the door behind me, quickly picking out an outfit the screams me and turn on the water to take a shower. I wasn’t even able to enjoy the hot water because I wanted to have time to actually let my hair dry. So, as I quickly finish up, I put on an Iron Maiden shirt with black jeans and Dr. Martian’s. Then, the hair. It’s wet so possibilities are endless. I gave it some thought and should blow dry curl it. It usually takes me a little while to dry my hair since it’s so thick. My aunt was a hair stylist a long time ago and taught me how to do it without burning it. After each strained of my hair was perfectly placed, I put on some eyeliner around my eyes and mascara. For a minute, I looked in the mirror with my shirt tucked in and pretty much just black clothing from head to toe. Well, if he doesn’t like this, that bites. I then looked at the time, 10 minutes till 4! I have just enough time to make it to Richie’s bar!

I put on just a tad of perfume and grab my purse from when I threw it on the floor earlier, swung the door open, slammed it, and then locked it behind me. Practically flying down the stairs, I jog to my car and get in. I turn on the car and put it into gear to start heading to Richie’s. Oh my god, I’m too nervous. My hands are shaking the steering wheel. What if he changed his mind? Well, I thought the same thing about the phone call, I think it’ll be fine. I think. As I’m pulling up to the bar it’s not really that busy, considering it’s a Saturday. Although, that’s Richie’s bar for you, it’s an underground establishment, that’s why I love it so much. Now, the sleezy people that come in from time to time, I can deal without.

I pull up to the bar parking lot and this time easily finding a parking spot. I put it in park, having 2 minutes to spare, and turn the car off. I got out and locked it then headed inside to wait on the stools. To my surprise there he was. Sitting on my bar stool that I’ve claimed over the years. Seriously, my name is written underneath it. I didn’t realize that he would get here before me, I usually hear people from bands are never on time. Huh, I guess they were wrong about one. I walk up behind him and give him my cheapest, worst pick-up line I have;

“So, come around here often?” I said with a smirk.

He turned to see who I was talking to and oh my. I never thought he could get any cuter. His hair seemed like it was freshly washed, his eyes where a deep blue, his smile began to grow as I finished my line, everything was just like a dream.

“Hi, Y/N!” James said while reaching over for a hug. “How was work? Mr. Richie had mentioned yesterday that you had to ‘save lives’. Are you a doctor?” I think this is the first guy that I’ve met up with who was genuinely curious about my day. It was refreshing, not to mention that he also pays attention to most of the conversations he’s in. So far so good.

As I embraced James, I felt his hair and how broad his shoulders actually were. Now that I’m really looking at him, I’m pretty sure James stood at least 6ft (182.88cm) tall. I felt those stupid butterflies at the worst of times.

“It was alright. Incredibly busy but at least there was no fighting this time. Also, no I’m not a doctor, that’s my dream, I’m a nurse at the local ER. When people come through the front I’m the first one they see to help them.”

“Oh wow! That’s amazing! How long have you worked there?” James asked.

“Just over a year, I drove to this town just before I got this job from Nevada.” I don’t want to tell him about Chris yet. “How have you been, James? Seems like only yesterday we’ve seen each other.” I said jokingly, of course, he chuckled. God, I can’t get enough of his laugh.

“Well, I’ve been rehearsing with Lars and the gang for hours on end getting ready for our next gig. Maybe the occasional drink here and there.”

James perspective after he called last night:

“Ok, I called her.” Stated James.

“Well?? What did she say?!” Asked Lars very enthusiastically.

“Are going on that date with Y/N?” Asked Kirk.

“Yes.” Said James.

“That’s how you do it, man.” Cliff said to James giving a high five and a pat on the back.

Lars had caught onto James’ worried expression and quick responses. “Dude, what’s the matter? Are you nervous or something?”

James, not being able to muster the words to express himself, nodded.

“Come on, man. Don’t be nervous it’s obvious that you guys have a lot in common. Just talk about that stuff.” Cliff advised. The other band mates quickly agreed.

“Yeah, just be yourself!” Lars said.

“But, what if she decides not to come? What do I even wear. I mean we’re meeting at a bar first and then walking to a record store, should I wear something nice?” It had occurred to James that he never asked his band mates about fashion, he had always dressed comfortable no matter what he was doing.

“Listen, I don’t want to see a different James when you come back to this room. You shouldn’t have to change for anyone, if she liked you on stage wearing regular shit, then there should be no problems wearing what you want to wear.” Kirk suggested, though, making it very firm that James should listen to him.

“Ok.” He simply said.

“Ok!” Lars said sipping the last of his beer can. “Now that that’s out of the way, can we focking finish practice?”

“Yeah.” James said still a bit nervous but a little at ease now that he was playing again.

Back to original time:

“Ooo, where are you going to play next?” I asked. I think I caught him off guard with the question because it seemed like James didn’t want to answer the question. In the dim lights of the bar, I saw him turn with a growing redness.

“W-well- uh, we’re still deciding but I kind of want to come back here.” He said looking back and a little more hushed, but I heard him.

“So I can watch you play again?” I said leaning on the bar with a smirk looking up at him. James simply nodded his head rapidly like a little kid.

“Hah, I wouldn’t miss you playing for the world.” I said very sincerely. I did mean it, he’s badass with his rhythm guitar and his vocals really amp up a crowd. After my comment, we both started at each other for a solid 2 seconds. His eyes were a deep blue every time the light had caught them. They bounced back and forth to each of my eyes probably debating on what he should to next. I wonder was his pretty head is thinking about. One mississippi. I had caught myself as I glanced at his lips and a grin grew on his face now looking at my lips then back to meet my eyes. Though we didn’t speak, we both knew we liked each other. I felt a warm smile creep across my face once we locked eyes again. Two mississippi.

“Hey guys! What’s goin’ on?” Richie said greeting me and James breaking our emotional contact with each other.

“Nothing much. Just hanging out” James said smiling while looking at me. Ok, seriously, fuck you butterflies. You do not belong in my stomach for this amount of time.

“Hey, Rich. Busy tonight?” I asked a bit annoyed but I didn’t want to be rude. Well, can you blame me?

“Nah. Ever since this guy’s band played here, it seems as though a lot of the fans have moved on.” Richie said pointing jokingly to James.

James caught on, “Ah, I’ll put in a good word for the guys if you want us here again.”

“Absolutely! You guys are one of the most polite bands that I’ve invited here. Of course you can come back!” Richie exclaimed.

“Thanks. I’ll keep that in mind, Mr. Richie. You wanna head out to that record store, Y/N?” James asked me.

“Yeah, I’m ready.” I said quieting my excitement. I love going to record stores but this time I get a bonus of going on a date with James Hetfield.

“Alright, lead the the way. Here you go, Mr. Richie.” James said handing him a 20 for his drinks

“Thanks. And call me Rich!” Richie yelled to James as I was already almost out the door.

“Will do!” James yelled walking to catch up with me. “So, you live around here?” He asked now walking beside me.

“Yeah, I live in a little apartment about 10 minutes away. I hope you didn’t wait too long for me.” I figured I should be truthful. I feel confident enough that he’s not going to stalk me, seems like a nice guy.

“Oh cool, I’m actually from a town south from here, and not at all I was there for about 10 minutes, I didn’t want to be late.” James said. “Where are you from?”

Oh. I guess it’s time to talk about our pasts. “I’m from Central Florida.” We had turned a corner and I felt James eyes get wider.

“Florida?! What the hell are you doing all the way out here?” Ack. Why didn’t I just lie. This would have been so much easier if I didn’t feel so comfortable sharing everything with him. As I walked thinking of an answer, there was this ally way that was all beat up and run down. I’ve never noticed it out of the many times I’ve been to the record store. Shit, he’s still waiting, focus! Think of something, anything. Damn it, I can’t think when he’s starting at me like that.

“Uh job opportunity. Oh! Look, we’re here! It’s also a comic book store, did I mention that?”

“Oh! And no you didn’t, Kirk would love this.” Phew, ok he bought it, he better not ask about anything else, I really don’t like lying.

We walked into the store opening the door and alerting the front with the bell that was attached. That sweet smell of cardboard and teenage hormones really brought back memories. I glanced for a minute to find the hard rock section. Ah, there it is. Since when did that move it to the back of the store? Oh well. I walked towards the area with James following close behind me and went up to the shelves, then started to rummage through them looking for an AC/DC album I’ve had my eyes on for a while. A, A, where the hell is section A?? I threw my hands up with out even thinking, fucking finally, I thought.

“You look beautiful, Y/N. I had forgotten to tell you earlier. Well, I imagine you always do.” James said with the sweetest smile looking down at me.

“Aw, thank you. I’m sorry, I really don’t own nice clothes, I really like wearing what I want, you know?.” This answer really seemed to set him at ease.

“Y/N, don’t be sorry, I wish more people were like you. I don’t own anything nice either. I wear what I want like you! I listen to what I want at all times of the day. I love your jokes, they make me laugh and I still think about them from time to time. I want to make you laugh. I want to listen to music with you all day. I want … you.” James said staring intently for my answer. I guess I didn’t really pay attention to the distance between us because now he was probably less then 3 inches (roughly 7 cm) away from each other. I can strongly smell his cologne now, like the beach and warm sand. It was getting really warm here in the back of the store.

“I want you too.” I said as I moved in filling the gap to kiss him. Without hesitation, James wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me back. I had wrapped my arms around his neck enclosing the space between us even tighter. His lips were so soft and despite his size, he was so gentle with his grasp. Every second was like heaven and non existent angels were singing. We stayed like this way for a couple of minutes and released to catch our breaths from the exhaustion of nerves and tension, James still held onto me. We looked up at each other and chuckled a little bit while I moved a few strains of hair out of his face. Something had caught my eye and I looked over at the AC/DC album I’ve been looking for, funny how he puts things into perspective.

“Ah, found it.” I said while James still had his arms wrapped around my waist. I reached over and grabbed the record.

“Found what?” He asked

“AC/DC’s album ‘For Those About to Rock’. I’ve been looking for this one but they keep selling out.”

“Well, I’m glad I could be of assistance.” James said, I laughed and gave him one more peck on the lips before I hugged him and asked, “Did you mean that?”

“What? What do you mean?” He asked loosening his hug to look at me but still held on.

“That you think I’m beautiful. I’m just wearing regular shit.” I said blatantly chuckling.

“Yes I do. I think you’d look gorgeous even in a trash bag.”

“Oh my god, you’re fucking ridiculous, James.”

“Haha! It’s true!” He said hugging me again. The smell of his hair was so nice and warm. I felt so at home, like I was meant to do this.

“Ok whatever.” I said rolling my eyes chuckling. Next thing I knew he had his lips pressed against mine once again. As I kissed him back I explored him with my hands, running them through his hair and down his neck. Then, I moved to his shoulders and chest as he was touching me. We did this for another couple of minutes and then let go of each other as we realized we’re in a public area and really shouldn’t put on a show right now. He looked into my eyes and brushed his hand against my cheek. As he did, I smiled brightly at him and caught the record slipping from my grasp.

“You know, I think I have to pay for this.” I said a little sad that I have to leave this moment, but there will be more time for this later.

“Nah, shoplift it. You gotta live a little, Y/N.” James said flashing a little sarcasm which made me laugh. I then kissed his cheek and walked to the front counter. I placed the new record onto the counter and waited for the clerk to scan it.

“Is this all?” The clerk asked a little tired and couldn’t really give two shits if this was all I wanted to buy.

“Yup! That’s it.” I said cheerfully wanting to hurry the process along.

The clerk sighed. “That’ll be $11.50.” I handed him 12 dollars.

“Here you go, have a good day.” He spat out.

“Thanks!” I grabbed my 50 cents and walked out with James. After I heard the bell from the door, James reached for my hand to hold it. With the reaction I imagine he was hoping for, I held his. We were both blushing as we shared a comfortable silent walk for a couple of minutes back to the bar with our hands being held safely by one another.

“I really like you, Y/N.” James said looking at me while walking.

I smiled widely and said, “I really like you too, Hetfield.” After that we continued walking in comfortable silence in the dark on our way to our cars with our hands intertwined. It had gotten significantly darker since we entered the record shop, I didn’t realize how much time really passed. We had walked passed the same ally when we walked to the record store and I got a cold chill. Weird. We walked past the ally and I was on a high from just confessing my feelings toward James. And he returned those feelings! Crazy how people work sometimes.

“Well, well. What the fuck is this?” A voice echoed from the ally.

I felt my grip tighten on James’ hand as tears started to well up in my eyes. I had stopped dead in my tracks. Oh no. Please no. If there’s a god out there, fucking help me. This can’t be real, I must be dreaming, wake up! I should run, yell, scream, for the love of god do something! It’s dark, maybe it’s not him and they had mistaken me for someone else. I don’t know though, that voice. I can’t feel my legs. Fuck, what do I do? Oh how I wish those butterflies would comeback. I squeezed his hand tighter for some sort of comfort.

“Y/N? Are you ok?” James asked worrying about my sudden tension. I turned around to see if my suspicions were true.

“Ah! I thought that was you, Y/L/N.”

“Oh god no.” I tried to say quietly to myself but James heard me. I was hyperventilating and on the verge of crying and passing out.

“Y/N, who is that guy?” James now acting very protective stepping ahead of me as Chris stepped forward.

“No, James! Stay away from him!” I yelled worried of what Chris might do. I grabbed James’ shirt to try and pull him back but he wasn’t backing down.

“Y/N, who the fuck is this guy?” James asked standing tall in front of me like a soldier.

“I see you had a little fun while I was away!” Chris snapped coming perfectly into view only 6 feet (2 meters) away.

James was now confronting Chris, “Dude, who are you?”

“Oh! Y/N, you never talk about me to your friends? This saddens me.” Chris said with his two faced words. “We’re together.”

“N-no! W-w-we are not!” It’s all I could muster out. I was shaking with fear and it felt like there was a stick stuck in my throat. I couldn’t move and all I could do was look at James with this terrified puppy dog look. Please, go away. Save us all time Chris and go away.

“Yes, we are. You just don’t want to stay with one person at a time, isn’t that right, Y/N/N?” He spat out inching towards me. James stepped forward.

“Look, if she wanted to be with you she would have said so. You need to leave her alone.” James said very sternly standing his ground.

“Pfft- Y/N, who’s this guy again?” Chris peered over to the side to see me.

“N-none of yo-your business!” I really didn’t mean to sound meek but I wasn’t looking to get slapped today. I guess it’s inevitable now.

“Ha, you little sh-“ Chris lunged forward to get me but James stood in the way pushed him away a couple of feet (meters). Chris leapt toward James landing a hard right hook on the side of his temple. *crack* I jumped back to get out of the way and they both hit the ground.

“Chris! S-Stop it!” I squeaked out but he wasn’t in the mood for listening. James managed to get a hold of Chris, pinned him, and punched him square in the eye then his nose almost knocking him out but not quite. Stumbling to get back up, Chris held on to the brick wall of the side of a building. Holding is noes that was profusely bleeding now.

“God damn it. You don’t know what you’ve done, kid.” Chris said to James out of breath then, he turned to me, “Next time I see you, Y/N. I’m gonna kill you and your little boyfriend.” Chris said stumbling back into an ally from which he emerged from.

James, out of breath holding the side of his face, turned to look at me. “Are you ok?” Was he seriously worried about me?

“Wha- Am I ok?? James, your bleeding! Come on, Richie’s bar is only a block away. I’ll take you too the back and clean that cut.” I ushered him across the street to get to the bar as quickly as possible in case he followed us. “I can’t believe this. I’m so embarrassed. I’m so so sorry, James. I should have told you before, I just didn’t know the right time!” We had made it to the front step and I swung open the bar door and saw the shocked expression of Richie.

“Look, I’ll tell you later Rich, I have to help him first.” I quickly said making sure not to disturb the already drunken patrons.

Richie looked at us both, “Was someone trying to rob you?”

“No, he’s back.” I said a little more ominously than I intended. Richie was the only person that knows about Chris. And not having contact with any of my family over the years because I the fear that Chris would get to them, Richie was all I had left.

I threw open the doors to the staff office where I new there was a first aid kit. “Ok, sit tight and I’ll get the first aid kit.” James was just silent but he nodded. He hadn’t said anything after the fight other than ask me if I was ok. I looked up on the top cabinet knocking a few things over to grab the kit. “Ah! Found it.” I then ran over to James and knelt down because there wasn’t another chair nearby which didn’t really bother me. I yanked open the first aid box and grabbed goss, hydrogen peroxide, and butterfly stitches. “James, I need you to move your hand, please.” He slumped his hand onto his thigh and now I could really look at the cut in the light. It was deep but didn’t need stitches, his temple was black and blue, and blood streamed down his face. I gasped.

“Oh my god. James, I’m so sorry.” I said knowing that my apology didn’t make a difference for the damage I’ve caused. I poured the peroxide on the goss, “I’m sorry but this is going to hurt a lot, you might want to hold your breath and count.” I said truthfully. He obliged and I reached up and slowly pressed the peroxide onto his open cut. His face got tighter and groaned showing his teeth, “I’m sorry, but this is the only way to properly clean it.” I said looking up at his cut trying to stop the bleeding as gently as I could. God, why do pasts always have to come back and fuck things up? Why do creeps, especially Chris, manage to ruin so many lives? This has gone on for too long and I need to stop this. Oh no, please not the water works in front of my patient. James looked at me as I was thinking and cleaning his cut. He saw that I had tears streaming down my face, only I wasn’t sobbing but silently crying. I noticed he was looking at me and I met his dark blue eyes. The only thing I saw was rage and vengeance with a little bit of empathy. He wiped a single tear off of my cheek and I looked away. Wiping the dried blood off of James’ bruised temple, I put on the butterfly stitches. I started to throw the used goss away to avoid the next conversation when he stopped me and cupped my face.

“Y/N. Are you ok?” James finally said.

Taking a moment to really think about how I want to answer the question I finally said, “No. I can’t believe I let this happen.” I said with tears filling my eyes again.

“This is not your fault, please don’t blame yourself for other people’s actions! He’s the psychopath, Y/N.” He said pulling me to hug him. The sudden comfort pushed me over the edge and brought me into perspective. Now, I was softly crying and holding onto James for dear life. He calmly rubbed circles my back until I had felt comfortable to let go. It was so soothing I had stopped crying within minutes. Wiping tears away and loosed my grip on James to look up at him, before I could say anything James spoke.

“Now, I know you’re not in the best mood right now, but do you mind telling me who that guy is?”

END OF PART 4!

A/N: Ahhhh! I am so sorry that this took me so long but this is what you all have been waiting for!! This part is very long but I hope you like it. Part 5 will be coming out this week. I can promise you that but for now, that’s all from me. Please lmk what you thought about this one and don’t forget to leave a comment if you think I should do someone else that you like. I do my research so just lmk! Thanks guys, ❤️ have an awesome day! :3

#cliff burton #heavy metal #james hetfield #james x you #kirk hammett #lars ulrich #metallica #x female reader #x reader #x you #x fem!reader #james hetfield x you #James Hetfield x reader

[zgvlt]

Hello again, this is the same anon from here

Honestly any fanfic would do, a series or one shot that seems to have really good writing. I've been trying to look for well written one shots for awhile on tumblr. My friend on here actually introduced me to your blog, they speak very highly of you. But other than your blog I did find people who write in detail but they're from another fandom sadly:(

A questio, do you know the self aware twisted wonderland AU? It's a very interesting AU. You should see the one shots made for the AU although they don't write in detail as much but their ideas for said AU is very interesting, nowadays most of the things being posted about the AU is all about writing letters to your favorite characters instead of one shots so that's why I was hoping you could give me a few recommendations:)

ohhhh i think i understand better now yes. and yes, i know about the self-aware AU! it was popular in the mysmes fandom too haha, it's a fun au for any game. i think a couple of writers have done their take on it so i don't really know who you're referring to or who did it first haha

regardless i guess i'll recommend fics (and honestly? just writers) i personally enjoy, and you can see if they're to your taste as well! or you can scroll through their masterlists yourself! and also this is my opportunity to talk about my talented mutuals oopsies

sorry for the tags pls forgive me hehe 🤗

i already talked about this in a post a few months ago, but i love anything written by @traumxrei-archive !! one of trau's leona fics titled "the shape of one's heart" is an easy new favorite of mine, i love character studies so much and screams and falls into a pit. and speaking of series! trau has a mini series based on fairy gala, fittingly named "the fairy gala collection"... and then and then just... trau's fics <3 heart eyes only!!

these are short but intimate... which makes sense because "fondness found amongst fleeting intimacy" [part 1 w/ idia, vil, mal, crewel] [part 2 w/ savanaclaw boys] by @twsthearts i just think about them every so often, the title itself enraptured me and i was just compelled to read and i had no regrets knox if u see this i adore ur writing sm i always feel like i'm reading one of my poetry books or the diaries of novelists excerpts from your works feel like they belong on a book, and then a pinterest girlie will be so in love they'll scan it and post it on their board

@twstedstoryshop hi okay so i'm going to admit i haven't finished shopkeep's full catalogue yet but i'm going to say "convenient marriage" (deuce historical AU) is probably my favorite bc i just... historical AUs, but i also enjoy "funny thing called fate" (azul soulmate AU) because i'm predictable and I think soulmate AUs are the best!!

@kaiijo ying...!!! such charming writing...! "magnetic" (azul frenemies to lovers) might be to your taste! although i am a simple human and the love triangle [part 1] [part 2] ones are my favorites dreamy sighing

i haven't actually read any of these yet (bc i want to binge all of them in one day oops) but since you mentioned series of one shots i thought of "the who does the prefect like" collab bc some of my (again, talented!) mutuals are participating in it i think it's worth checking out!

these are all i can think of right now off the top of my head that you might enjoy but if i think of more i'll reblog this!

anyway to whoever else is reading this feel free to recommend me some fics as well because i have not been reading a lot of fanfic lately hjsjsjsd i haven't had the time to finish my mutuals masterlists cries +++

i would love to follow more people ahhhh give me your recs &lt;3

#—nathyask #—anonnie #and if you do enjoy those writers you can scroll through their blog for fics theyve reblogged as well!

[gloivy]

⌛️ [Hourglass] How long have you been working on this WIP? How long have you been writing in general?

I’ve been working on How to Catch Snitches and Get Witches forrrrrr about 10/11 months now (I think?). It’s hard to say exactly when, because I went through a long process before I actually settled on my final idea for this fic. The idea originally came from a fest piece I was writing over a year ago (that I wasn’t able to finish in time, and still haven’t posted, but maybe one day). It was a fic that followed Hermione trying to seduce Draco by following a “guide” she found in Witch Weekly. I was making a bunch of graphics for it, magazine pages, covers, etc. and I needed fake headlines to pop on the cover when “How to: catch snitches and get witches” came to me hehehe. Then when I was brainstorming what an article with that title would contain, I got the idea of it being Draco’s autobiography! But then I kind of abandoned the idea for a couple of months, until I was talking with my friend Tima about fake dating fics and I decided I wanted to write her one for her birthday. I was a bit stuck for ideas at first though until I remembered How to Catch Snitches and Get Witches and it all CLICKED.

I’ve been writing for 12 years now!! I started off writing cringy little y/n stories on wattpad at age 11, but I like to think my writing has improved somewhat since then hehehe

Thanks for the ask! sorry i rambled a bit oops

#how to catch snitches and get witches #asked and answered

[pandorkful-dolls]

Upgrading Punchy Ghaleon: Revamping the Loc-line Skeleton

Oh boy, this post has the potential to be a long ramble. So, gosh where to start? Maybe with Ghaleon?

I think I got punch-puppet Ghaleon off eBay around 2004-05? Not long after one of my college friends lent me his copy of Lunar: Silver Star Story Complete for the PS1 and I succumbed to sad gay elf brainrot lol. He wasn't mint in box, but in pretty good condition at the time and oops this is already turning into a ramble. To skip to the point, several years later, maybe around 2010, the hard plastic of his punching mechanism got brittle and the levers snapped, putting his fighting days to an end. Externally you couldn't tell, and I could have just put him back in his box as a display piece... But I was deeply into doll making and doll customizing by that point, so I decided to whip up a fast and loose doll body that was more proportional to his head:

It was pretty crude and basic, but a huge upgrade from a broken punch-body! I would have been happy leaving him on it... But around the same time, someone new on the doll forum I frequented was posting about making Loc-line armature bodies for their spare (or "floating") ball-jointed doll heads. The Loc-line bodies they made were very straight forward: get a premade pop-bead doll and teddy bear armature (Loc-line, Jeton, Darice and several other brands made them), alter it to be more BJD proportioned, bulk it up with tacked on batting, cover that with a stretchy fabric sewn directly onto the body, make a decorative velveteen bodysuit/skin to cover that, and finish with Obitsu "replacement" hands and feet. It was simple and brilliant, and a fun solution to the issue of displaying extra bjd heads without dropping a couple hundred on a new bjd body. Plus it was a lot lighter than a resin body, and in many ways a lot more posable as well The idea captivated me, except for one thing: a flexible tube is great for spine mobility, but limbs tend to look very Gumby. There had to be a way to improve on the formula... But, how? Looking at Loc-line's offerings on Amazon, they had long stopped making doll armatures and were solely dedicated to producing modular hose tubing for industrial and chemical uses. Which meant there were a lot of oddball attachments to spark the imagination. I bought a few around 2011 and started playing around.

Basically my first attempt at elbow/knee joints, not very stable and very bulky. Later I stumbled onto mending brackets, which gave me ideas.. 

One of my later attempts, made with mending brackets, cut-down "+" connectors that had been mislabeled as 1/4" but were blatantly not and I'm not sure what scale they're actually meant for, some screw covers leftover from a bookcase, random screws and 1/4" diameter Jeton armature beads. Much more stable, kinda heavy and bulky. And a real butt to make. I have no idea how to source more screw covers like those.

The final attempt before I started straying away from this jointing idea, pretty similar to the one above, but using flathead screws instead of screw covers. If I could recreate and improve on this for 3d printing, I think it could be a winner for internal jointing. I found some Loc-line bead files on thingiverse last year, if I had any 3d drafting knowledge I really think I could refine this concept into a sleek, stable double joint. But I haven't had the focus to dive into learning 3d sculpting and drafting yet. 

The incomplete armature, as I left it around 2019. So the difficulty and heaviness of the joints tabled the project, basically. Then just a few days ago I remembered a frog art doll I'd seen on tumblr some years ago, that had double jointed soft hinge joints in it's elbows and knees. (I know I saved the photos, but not on my phone...) And suddenly the idea of externally visible joints took hold, which brings us to today. 

Here's my current concept sketch again, please excuse the chaos haha I was excited. I think for the prototype, which will be Punchy Ghaleon's new body, I'm probably not gonna go with removable lower limbs via high tech buttonhole technology ahahaha, mainly because I've never sewn a buttonhole before and I just want this to come together as fast as possible lol. 

I ended up removing a couple beads from the spine before I started adding fluff, this was looking a little Johnny Long-Torso.

So I mentioned that the tutorial I was inspired by had you tack batting directly onto the Loc-line armature. They used thread, but I'm needle felting polyfill on since I have a lot of experience felting polyfill and can kinda build up the musculature more accurately by sculpting it.

Granted,  it's all going to get covered by fabric in the end, so I don't want to  get too nitty-gritty with polyfill detailing lol. But here's where a handful of hours of felting got me, I'm pretty happy so far!

Also, if you're familiar with Ghaleon, you probably noticed I took off the cloth part of his hat and removed the single line of rooted hair that was running temple to temple, haha. Mainly I wanted to show off that for whatever reason, Working Design's sculptor left indentations for ears. I don't know what their plan was originally, they could have filled them in to make the mold less complicated, but they left them. And it got me thinking...

The ears on this vinyl "practice" head, tho it doesn't look like it so much in this photo because of how I was holding it, are pretty much the exact right size to fit in those indentations... 

They're about the right size for him, I think.... Oh, right, and I removed his hair cuz the rooting went straight across that ear indentation, and was kinda sloppy. I wanna reroot him nicer, but also I kinda want to find someone to 3d scan him, so I could theoretically edit his chin to be a little smaller and more, uh, canonical. 

I'm pretty sure this head isn't a clone of a bjd, or JM-Toys is shamelessly slapping their copyright on a clone. Who knows. Either way, you can find it for about $10 just about everywhere now, I ordered this one from Walmart. :P

Probably won't be chopping the ears off right away, I ordered a pair of Blythe elf ears and Parabox Pixie ears to try too, since I have a major problem when it comes to getting duplicates ahahahaha.....

Speaking of duplicates, uh, I also recently bought 2 more punching puppet Ghaleons. One to keep in box, and one to make into another plush Ghaleon, but to keep more stock and to eventually make the full Vane Premier outfit for.

Which I guess begs the question, what exactly do I plan to do with my original Punchy Ghaleon if I specifically bought one to keep stock?

Well, I'd like to remove that hat, somehow. Probably the obvious way would be to just cut it off, but that would mean rebuilding half his forehead :P Slightly easier and harder at the same time would be to cut off just the cones and then shave the hat details off his forehead. He's kinda medium density vinyl, harder than a barbie head but softer than your average large doll head, which makes a smooth cut kinda difficult. Which is why I'd like to 3d scan him first... hahaha...

If I get cold feet about modding his hat off, I might just add ears and work around the hat as much as possible, to make kind of a new weird style for him lol.

Either way, the next step is sewing some "skin" (old t-shirt fabric that happens to be a near match to his vinyl) and prototyping the joints!

And making hands and feet... the tutorial I've referenced several times used 1/3 scale Obitsu replacement feet and hands, since those pop onto 1/4" loc-line armature easily. But in the 10 years or so since I read that tutorial, Obitsu parts have become difficult to buy. Junkyspot used to be a reliable place to buy Obitsu dolls and parts in the US, but their stock hasn't been refreshed in years. Parabox seems to be out of replacement parts, too. So I'm just gonna have to make some myself. Probably needle felted, since that's what I'm most comfortable with, lol.

#long post #tl:dr how do i get something 3d scanned? #doll wip #lunar week #lunar week 2022 #Ghaleon #1/3rd scale

[legendtraineremily]

Day 3 of My Pokémon Yellow Nuzlocke Challenge!

Today will be a bit shorter than others since I do the church thing and then use Sunday as a calm, lazy napping day. Still, I can see where the day gets me.

First up will be finishing up these trainers and then getting my encounter for the route.

Route 3 Encounter—Spearow/AngryBoi

Hp: 30

Attack: 18

Defense: 12

Speed: 22

Special: 13

You know, that’s not a bad Pokémon to have. Actually, in Gen 1 games, Spearow has better moves overall than the moves the Pidgey line gets. At least in the early game. And having another flying type for a while will be useful.

And now I’ve made it to the Pokémon Center just outside Mt. Moon. Here I have a conundrum. You see, inside the Pokémon Center is a man who offers to sell you a Magikarp. I did state that Pokémon offered as gifts are on the table but this isn’t a gift, I guess. Okay. No longer confused. Buyable Pokémon are off the table. Sorry Game Corner! (Not sorry.) But we may have to try something that requires an Abra that I may have to purchase from the Game Corner. However this would be just for fun though and not part of the challenge.

So…I took a few steps into Mt. Moon and what do I encounter? This freaking pest meme of a Pokémon:

Mt. Moon Encounter—Zubat/BlindBart

Lv. 9

Hp: 27

Attack: 15

Defense: 12

Speed: 15

Special: 13

Ah well, at least I have another battle fodder option, I guess? Hello, Geodude and Paras. Where were you two when I needed you? And hey! I found an HP Up item to use so that’s great. And hello Clefairy…you could’ve been a fantastic catch so I could trade you for a Mr. Mime later. Oy vey…

I’m close to running out of MtnDew Spark. Dang. Tonight really isn’t going my way so far. And I’ve got a lot, and I mean A LOT, of cave to cover. For the most part it’s just trying to get out without being too fatigued and run out of health before the end. I’ll see if I can do it. I’m already on healing run 3 and I’ve barely made it through floor 1.

Oh, Lily tried evolving but I denied it for now because she’ll learn Poison Sting next level instead of in like 2-3 more levels. While I’m in Mt. Moon, I’m going to look for a Moon Stone to evolve her further soon. Oop! I immediately found one. Perfect! Having her as a Nidoqueen so soon will make her a super useful member for quite a bit longer.

I guess I was closer to the end than I thought so I’ll just grab my Fossil and beat up Jessie&James. This time I’m grabbing the Dome Fossil. I know, I know praise Helix. (For those who don’t know, that is a reference to a Twitch Plays Pokémon run many years ago which had a very useful Omastar that was originally the other fossil I’m not taking this time.)

Dang it you Team Rocket goobers! You’re not supposed to Poison poor Stinky! It’s just trying its best to beat your Ekans up. Good thing I have a couple Antidotes. Also, let Lily Double Kick your Meowth’s teeth in; she’s so close to learning Poison Sting and then evolving. And knock it off with the Smog attacks! Zippy doesn’t need to be poisoned too…oh. Too late. Dang it, Jessie&James!

Now that that’s over, Lily has evolved and we need to heal up a bit before exiting. And now that we’ve exited, let’s grab the couple items out here and catch our Route 4 encounter!

Route 4 Encounter—Rattata/Goober

Lv. 12

Hp: 31

Attack: 21

Defense: 16

Speed: 23

Special: 11

Not really what I was hoping for, but rules are rules. At least I don’t have to really grind to get it up to a better level.

Before I turn in for the night, I’m going to take out the two Gym Trainers in preparation for beating Misty tomorrow and then receiving the Bulbasaur in Cerulean. Plenty to do tomorrow and I’ll have to start out by getting all prepped for the battles to come. Love ya’! -Emily

#pokémon yellow #pokémon nuzlocke #pokémon #nuzlocke diary #modified nuzlocke #nuzlocke challenge #nerd stuff