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yougavemeyourheartyouknow · 8 months

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On thin ice (Hockey player! Miguel O’Hara x Figure skater! Fem! Reader)

A/N: has it been less then 24 hours? Yes. Am I still gonna upload this? Yes. Hehe. Don’t wanna spoil anything but y’all will enjoy the chapter. Haven’t been proofread so excuse any typos or grammar mistakes. Miguel might be ooc. Also I’ll probably take a day or 2 off from posting after this lol.

(Y/N)- Your name.

Cursing. Not anything else lol.

Word count: 1.5k

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Chapter 8: ‘Cause there’s this tune I found, that makes me think of you somehow and I play it on repeat.

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“Again.”

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“Again.”

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“Again. I’ll have you two keep going until you both freeze your limbs off, or you two are fully in sync. Again.”

Letting out an exhausted sigh, but following coach Kavinsky’s orders, you and Logan quickly got into the starting positions for the swan lake program you were doing for regionals, it’s the only thing you two have been practicing (apart from the usual stuff you went over every practice) since regionals were so close, deciding since it was the longer, more difficult program, it needed more fine tuning then the short one program you had to do. Lucky you had already perfected the short program, you and Logan were going to do a routine to Mia’s & Sebastian’s Theme from La La Land for the short program, and obviously you two practiced it everyday as well, but a majority of practice was focused on the Swan Lake routine.

“We’re gonna die here.” Logan whispered to you as you both skated into starting positions, partly joking, partly serious. You attempt to suppress a snort, knowing if you let it out while coach Kavinsky was getting irritated from your session today then she might as well cut your head off with how angry she becomes. Once in position, the music starts and we begin the routine.

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“Alright… that was an, improvement…” Coach mumbled as Logan and you hit the final marks, and although her words said one thing, her tone was obviously still not impressed. “Go take 20 for water and a breather.” She added with a sigh before walking away, you checked the time as you and Logan moved to the edge of the rink, putting your guards on before stepping off the ice.

“Ima go to the bathroom.” You say to Logan who just nodded in response before making your way to the girls locker room, after about 5 minutes, you came out and were making your way back down the hall. Right when you were about to turn the corner, you felt a hand grab your wrist and pulled you into a random, empty, dark dance room. You let out a yelp when you were pulled into the room, and you were preparing to scream in hopes someone will hear and get you away from the random person who pulled you into the room when you hear the click of the door lock, but stopped when the people turned on the lights. Your eyes narrowed as you spoke, voice dripping with venom. “You.”

“(Y/N).” He stared down at you, returning your tone as you two began a stare off. Your hands landing on your hips as his arms cross in front of his chest. After a few moments of silence, Miguel finally spoke. “We need to talk.” His voice was hard and his face was stern.

“Yeah, we do.” You quipped, your brows furrowed in annoyance, “but I only have 15 more minutes until my break is over, so we have to do this late-“

“No.” He interrupted, his arms dropped his side as he took a step closer to you, causing you to take one back, finding yourself against the door as you stared up at him, but other than taking the step back, your confidence didn’t waver. “We’re gonna talk right now.”

You let out an annoyed huff as you rolled your eyes, “Fine, let’s make this quick.” You grumble, “and I’ll go first, I just want to let you know, I hate you Miguel O’Hara, I despise you with every fiber of my being.” You declared, you had to hate him, why else would you feel your whole body heat up whenever you were around him. Especially when you two were in a locked room together, which was happening more often than you would like.

Miguel rolled his eyes at your words, his tongue pointed at the inside of his cheek as an annoyed smirk appeared on his lips, he let out a dry, unamused chuckle escaped his plump lips as he lightly shook his head. “God you are so insufficient.” He groaned, “ You think your words can hurt me? Because they can’t. You know why (Y/N)? Because I hate you too.” He finished as he took another step closer to you.

You scoffed at his words, your arms moving up to cross over your chest, “You’re a horrible liar.” You hissed, “if you hated me so much why did you try to kiss me at the party last week?” You asked, but your tone comes more off as you proving a point to him rather than asking a question.

“If you hate me so much why didn’t you stop me?” He countered, and even though his eyes and voice held irritation, you couldn’t help but notice it felt like he was… challenging you almost…. So of course, you wanted to see how far you could push it. You know what they said about curiosity, and right now, you were one curious kitty.

“If you hated me then why try it in the first place?” He took another step towards you as you asked the question, he was in arm’s reach now, and although him being this close, with his current demeanor would scare anyone else, but not you, for some reason, it excited you.

“Maybe I wanted to see if you’d do something about it, see if you’d let me have my way with you, or if you actually hate me.” He shrugged as he stared down at you, his eyes burning into yours, his tone calm and steady as he spoke. “I wanted to see if you’d stop me from kissing you, or if you wanted me to.”

“And if I did?” You asked, and for a few seconds, you felt like you fucked up by saying that sentence, his response though was what made your stomach drop.

“God… I hate you (Y/N)…”. He muttered quietly, and it seemed so genuine, so full of disgust that it made your heart ache. You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could utter a word, his hands quickly made their way to the back of your head and the nap of your neck, before pulling you into him, and slamming his lips against yours.

It almost didn’t feel real, it didn’t process in your head for a few seconds, but once your mind caught up, you melted into his touch. Your eyes fluttered shut and your hands went up to rest on his chest, slowly sliding up to go around his neck to deepen the kiss, a small moan escaped from your mouth as his hands started to travel down, stopping at your hips, his fingers squeezing them lightly before pulling pulling your body closer to his. Your head was swimming, your body hot all over, your knees felt weak, and your heart was pounding in your ears. He was so intoxicating. He’s lips, his touch, the was he groaned against your mouth as you brought your hands up to run your fingers through his dark brown hair. In that moment, you finally understand that the reason you felt like your body was on fire anytime you were around him wasn't because you hated or disliked him, you realized it was actually because you really did have some sort of misplaced feeling for him. After all, there is a very thin line between love and hate.

You felt like you could be like this forever, Miguel felt the same way, but, unfortunately, you were still human, so you found yourself pulling away to gasp for oxygen. Both your chest were heaving, Miguel’s pupils were blown, and you had to wipe some drool from the corner of your lips. A silence engulfed you too for a few seconds as you both attempt to catch your breath and slow down your heart rates. After a minute or two, Miguel’s lips pulled up into a smirk, and you internally groaned and forced yourself not to roll your eyes, because you knew he was gonna say some stupid shit to ruin the moment.

“Still hate me?” Oh. My. God. This time you let your eyes roll and the groan escape your lips, Miguel just chuckled at your reaction, before pulling you close once again and leaving a lingering kiss on your lips once more. But this time the kiss was different, unlike the last one, that was ruff and messy and full of lust. This kiss was more caring, more sweet, loving almost. This only made your heart burst more.

“I should go… my break is almost up…” you say in a low whisper as soon as he breaks the kiss, you’re faces still close together as you stare up at him. You’re words made his smile fall a bit.

“We should talk about-“ He started and you already knew what he was going to say before he had time to finish the sentence.

“We will.” You swiftly cut him off. “Just not right now okay?” You asked him, and after a second of hesitation, he sighs but begrudgingly nodded his head, and you noticed how he was nervously chewing on his bottom lip. “Cute…” You thought as felt your lips pull up into a small smile. “I’ll see you around.” You finished before unlocking the door and leaving the room to go back to the ice.

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“What’s got you smiling so much?” Logan asked with a raised brow as you both stepped back on the ice.

“Nothing important.”

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movedmovedsoup · 2 years

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Hiiiiii! I was just wondering if you could write some little head cannons of what it would be like dating Robin Arellano or Vance Hopper?

dating robin arellano headcanons ! *gn reader*

a/n: i’m so sorry i haven’t been uploading as much ! school started up again and it’s been making me a little slower with my writings, i’m gonna try and power through some of the asks💕///

he’d definitely not let you touch his bandannas i’m so sorry but it’s true those babies are his prized possessions

i always giggle when people say he’d call you things like “mi amor” or “princesa” i don’t really think he’d be such a romantic 💀 he’d definitely try to call you one of those things but he’d definitely get all embarrassed/ flustered so possibly once in a while? most likely when he thinks your asleep because..bfr..

now absolutely zero absolutely no bullies would ever THINK about crossing your way while you have robin by your side. he’d definitely kick whoever’s ass it doesn’t matter to him, if they’re messing w you it’s over👊👊

he’d definitely wait for you at the end of classes just to walk you to the next one you have, especially if the two of you don’t share nearby/ the same classes. bro will literally start sprinting over to your class if he had to 😭 even if it meant to just catch the smallest little glimpse of you this man would do it🙏

piggyback rides once in a while when you two walk home from school together sure he might pretend like he’s gonna drop you but it’s definitely the thought that counts 🙏 he’d even let you mess around with his hair as he gives you a piggyback ride, which is semi-rare (playing around with his hair)

talking about playing w his hair he definitely doesn’t mind it no no no not at all but it’s just the fact it gets him tired so quickly😭 in the span of five minutes you running his hands through his hair he is gone, knocked out cold on the couch snoring and all😭 the movie you two were so hyped to watch immediately went to a waste 💔

grab n go trips on your way to the drive in theater 100000%

for the drive in you do would definitely alternate between who chooses what movie, but let’s say you got a good mark on a test or something like that he’d have you pick the movie and most likely congratulate you with a favorite snack of yours

and he’d absolutely teach you self defense, even more so when the news of the grabber starts to hit everywhere he knows he can’t be at your side 24/7 so he at least wants to sleep well at night knowing you can protect yourself, even if it’s a little.

you patching him up after fights because you know damn well his mom would whoop his ass seeing him like that

like fr

he knocks on your window and he’s like

“heyy😄”

ALL BLOODIED AND BRUISED

yes you have slammed the window shut on him a few times before

he’s relentless so he just knocks again until you let him in

it always works

but it’s ok because that means he gets to admire you as you patch him up

he thinks he’s being all secretive about it too

all sneaky

little does he know you can literally see him in the corner of your eye staring intensely at you

you don’t say anything about it because you just find it too funny and if you say something he’d get embarrassed 😭

scary movie nights are also the way to go definitely

probably hosted at your home it’s a whole event

usually you go straight to the tape store and grab the horror movie that catches your eye

robin gets the snacks per usual and a few hours later it’s movie time !

he definitely tells you to get the more scarier ones and you do (unknowingly)

so that when a jumpscare comes on that he very obviously knows about, and you jump a little in your seat

he takes this opportunity to slyly wrap a arm around you with a grin growing on his face it was his plan all along 😈

and for the last one

you definitely tutor him on his math homework

probably how the two of you met most likely

and if you’re like me and suck at math

then the two of you probably just tough it out and try the best

study dates usually end up with one of you fallen asleep on the couch/bed/ kitchen chair and the other cleaning up the papers and pens. or on the other hand

they usually end up with the two of you knocked out cold, heads resting/leaning against each other with arms just spread about resting on the now crumbled and rolled papers.

sure the two of you were supposed to study for the geometry test but this will do just as fine :)

#the grabber #billy showalter #bruce yamada #the black phone 2022 #bruce yamada x reader #robin arellano #the black phone x reader #vance hopper #vance hopper x reader #vance hopper x you #robin x reader #robin the black phone #robin arellano x reader #finney the black phone #finney blake #gwen blake

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multi-fandomsfreak · 21 days

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Just One Kiss

(Secret History Mario x Horrorbrew!Reader)

Hey there! Guess what? Still not over Secret History Mario! So I decided I haven’t created a j.ai bot in a while and made one just for him. Definitely not an excuse to slut him out while wanting him to do the same to me. Also sorry (maybe sorry) for censoring the pic. If you want to see it I can upload a separate post of it. This bot is mostly planned for Horrorbrew/EXE users. You don’t have to it’ll probably work without it but it is an option if you want to use it. Anyways hope you enjoy it.

This bot is strictly for NFSW/Smut related purposes so if you’re a minor/uncomfortable with that kind of stuff I suggest not using this bot.~J/Blaze

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Name: SH Mario || Just One Kiss

Request: Yes/No

Characters: Secret History Mario + Mentions of the other Mario’s Madness v2 characters

Scenario: You and the well known dictator never got along. Like trying to mix oil and water it just wouldn’t work. Why? Don’t know. Why do you two hate each other? You two didn’t really have an actual reason you just do. Sometimes people just hate each other. He finds you too ‘high mighty’ and you think he is an asshole so I guess you can say that is a reason. The others never really understood the drama between you and him. Like sure they weren’t expecting everyone to like each other but they found the reason to the hate between you two to be very stupid. However, even if you two hate each other you two secretly liked each other. Hell dare I say love each other. But you two were too stubborn to admit it. Eventually everyone else got sick and collectively agreed with each other to let you two be alone for a while to see if anything changes. At first discovering this you two didn’t like it. But it looked like they would be out for a while so you two had to get along at least a bit before they get back so you did. However, this suddenly turned sexual from enemies to lovers you two managed to put your hatred aside and let yours and his emotions get the better of you. But hey! At least the plan worked?

(Update: decided to remove the picture since I’m able to log onto the website again)

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hawkpartys · 2 years

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iNaturalist New User Guide: FAQ

[If you haven’t joined iNaturalist, you should! It’s a great way to learn about the wildlife around you and contribute to citizen science]

This guide will be consistently updated as I write more posts/receive more questions. This is intended to be a basic jumping off point, with some links to more detailed guides(when I write them). If there is something you would like a more in-depth answer on, feel free to contact me directly!

Account Basics

Do I need to be a biologist/naturalist/professional or have experience with wildlife to join iNaturalist?

Nope! iNaturalist is for everybody, and is in fact founded on the principle that you do not need to be a professional researcher in order to contribute to science

Do I have to make an account under my real name?

Also no. You will see a lot of people on iNaturalist doing this, but it isn’t required. Do as much as you are comfortable with

Posting Observations

[More in-depth guide TBA]

What is required to post an observation?

In order for an observation to be eligible to become Research Grade, it needs to include three things: media(a photo or audio recording), location, and date. You CAN post an observation without these things, but it will be considered Casual.

What does Research Grade/Casual/Needs ID mean?

Research Grade(RG) means that an eligible observation has at least 2 identifications, and 2/3rds of those identifications agree on a species. As stated above, in order to be eligible for research grade, an observation needs to include media, date, and location. Research grade observations are, as the name implies, able to be used in research by relevant professionals.

Needs ID means that an observation is eligible to become research grade, but does not yet have a 2/3rds consensus on species

Casual means that an observation is not able to be used in research. There are three main reasons an observation will be marked Casual. One, it is missing media/date/location. Two, it is a captive observation. Three, the user has opted out of community ID.

What is a captive observation?

An observation is marked captive when the organism depicted is owned and cared for by humans with no intention of release. Common examples are pets, garden plants, and zoo animals. Captive does not apply to feral domesticated species, wildlife taken to rehab centers, invasive species, or plants that have spread beyond gardens into unmaintained land. Captive observations are not eligible to become RG.

I want to contribute to research, but I don’t want to post my exact location

iNaturalist allows you to set the location visibility on each observation to obscured, which displays the observations location as a 400 km^2 bounding box. You can also choose to assign locations manually instead of via image metadata, and thus set the “confidence interval” fairly large, such as encompassing your entire city.

Can I post dead things?

Yes. Several projects actually utilize iNaturalist to keep track of species mortality causes. You do not have to censor anything, but some users will upload a cover image that states “Dead Observation”. This is a matter of individual user’s comfort levels.

I don’t know what it is, what do I put in the initial ID box when submitting?

ID it to the level you’re confident about. You shouldn’t leave it at “unknown” unless you are 100% unsure of what kind of lifeform it is. Initial IDs can be as general as “birds” “mammals” “plants” and so on. These generic categories help put your observation in the sights of more experienced identifiers. While some users do dedicate time to sorting observations marked “unknown”, they are much less likely to be seen.

Identifications

[More in-depth guide TBA]

Someone left an ID on my observation, should I agree with them?

If you have reasons to be confident that their ID is correct, yes. Otherwise, just leave it. Erroneous agrees can lead to incorrect RG status.

Someone disagreed with my ID and I don’t know why

Ask! Most identifiers are happy to explain their reasoning for an identification, and you don’t have to agree with them, you can simply let your own ID stand and allow other identifiers to chime in.

It’s been a while and nobody has contributed an ID to my observation

Unfortunately that happens, especially in taxonomic groups where less experts are active on iNaturalist. A few ways you can attempt to remedy this are submitting the observation to projects or tagging identifiers in the observation(a good place to start is the “top identifiers” leaderboard that will show up in the bottom right corner in desktop). And you can also consider researching that organism yourself!

Community Etiquette

Do I need to speak formally?

No, but you should treat it like a polite public conversation

Can I swear?

I wouldn’t recommend it, you’ll probably get suspended

#inaturalist #naturalist #nature #ecology #zoology #biology #wildlife #hawks guides #<-- new tag for this kind of thing

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undercoverpena · 5 months

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hii! this might be quite personal and I mean no offense but how do you write so much? do you block time out (and how do you write so well?) I need to know!!!

I’m sorry I’ve sat on this one for a few days anon! my personal life has been a shit-show and I always worry if I respond when im under stress my British-wit/snark comes across as bitchiness 😂 because what I want to say is—

poor mental health + shit sleeping routine + a head full of stories

but that sounds flippant, doesn’t it? even if I mean it in jest. so I sat on it to give you and anyone else that will read this, the below insights into me, jo. a person you may follow, someone you may check in on but don’t follow, or someone who makes you seethe from a corner hahahah.

one. I have always created stories in my head. which sounds cliche, but it’s true. i assume there’s some psychological explanation like avoidance because I don’t have the tools to deal with real life or that I prefer the version of myself in my head than irl. but that’s point one. my head is full of them. and for as long as I can remember, on and off, it’s always been there. I didn’t always write, admittedly, but I thought about them. maybe made my dolls reenact them or created the story on the sims.

two. point one leads nicely into point two, but I find life very overwhelming a lot of the time. I cope, I function, but writing helps me so much. so I tend to do it daily. I physically can feel when I haven’t—like there’s too many voices, too many things bursting around inside of me. it’s how I cope with my mood disorder, and I’m happy to say 8/10 it works. (this is partially why I don’t get fazed by numbers, im going to write regardless if I share it, and if I do share it, there’s zero expectation from me anyone will read it. it’s more a gift from my brain to your day, you know?)

three. because of point two (see a theme here) I struggle to sleep. a good day for me is six hours. a bad day is three. somewhere in the middle I tend to cope and function. sometimes, when life is really fucking hard, I’ll have eight hours and you can tell—because I actually do not write. it usually means I’m burnt out, honestly.

four. more pleasant now, less scene setting than before, but I plan out things. before I share a series I’ll bank a handful of chapters in case my muse fucks off on vacation (the wench) and I’ll always write an ending so I can go about writing out of order (because I do not write anything in order, not a chapter, not a series or a one shot). so mainly, I find a routine that works for me. I cannot force myself to write chronologically, so why bother? you know? circles don’t go in square holes and all of that.

five. I’m rigid with my upload dates. yes, for lovely followers this means waiting, and for me this gives structure — which helps massively with points one to three. but it also buys me time. it gives me the chance to sit in my feelings when I share a chapter, and think logically about what I want the next chapter to feel like. I also like having dates associated to characters in my head, because it gives me some focus of when I should share it.

six. I can write on my phone, at a laptop and in a notebook. the phone one helps massively as I can do so anywhere and any place. this has meant long drives provide oneshots you all love, chapters have been written on planes and things that make you all hate me are written in bed, in the dead of the night, while the rest of the world sleeps. but again, I found a system that works for me. writing at night is my best and most productive time, so I had to adapt to be able to do so effectively without making my husband worry about me.

seven. surround yourself with people who don’t judge you for writing copious amounts. I’ve tried to do the fitting in thing, I’ve tried to dilute myself, and I’ve tried to lessen uploading because of comments “friends” have made or asks I’ve gotten. find people who celebrate you even one on one, because that’s when you’re creativity will really bloom.

eight. I mentioned earlier about process, but I have a process that works for me in terms of plotting. I do a few rounds of different things which I call skeleton, muscle and then skin. but my friend ( @thetriumphantpanda hi babe) loves to create mood boards before she begins. we all have processes and it’s finding one that works for you. my process helps me share all the things I do with you.

nine. I tell the story I want to tell. I pour my heart out onto a screen because I want too. and because im pleasing myself first and foremost, it allows me to feel creative. for the only time in my life, I am in control and I get to put myself first.

ten. I love writing about love. I love grand gestures, and small little moments; I love big speeches, and I also love the head turn and a simple, you’re not too bad you’re not. I love it all. and because of that, I fucking love what I do on here.

so, to answer the question what started all of this off, I write so much because I love what I do, because I can, and because i do it for me first with the secondary hope I make one persons day. that’s it. that’s my baseline, one person outside of me. the rest is just a bonus.

so, find the thing you love to write about, and just write it. take your time. there’s no right or wrong way to do it. write ten words a day or a hundred or a thousand. spend days moving a full stop or a comma or weeks thinking an idea over but not making a single note.

however you choose to do it, make sure you have fun. because otherwise, it’s just a job, and we already have to give to much of our days to that as it is.

#jo: writing advice #<- not sure if this is that as im just talking at you #but also like it’s nice to just share this #because people make assumptions #and they say things but they don’t realise the consequences or how it hurts #but sometimes a girl writes so much because life is hard #and sometimes it’s because she likes making silly men experience blowjobs under a sky full of stars

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nobodybutapathetic · 9 months

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Swim For Me…

・❥・Pairing: Billy Hargrove and Y/N

・❥・Summary: Y/N and Billy always get into ongoing fights in their relationship. Maybe mostly because of insecurities, happenings in life or even without a reason at all. Little did Billy know, Y/N was pregnant with their first child that he didn’t even notice it . . .

・❥・ Warning: Yelling, Insecurities, smoking, drugs, curse words and mostly angst

・❥・A/N: it’s been a few months and I haven’t uploaded anything from the pole request 😭 I’m truly sorry y’all, I just didn’t have the motivation but now here I am! And yes, I do write for other fandoms so please do not be afraid of requesting! [depends on which fandom] ・❥・Requested by: ⁎̩͙ ⁑̩͙̩͙ ⁂̩̩͙͙ @charliekeykey ⁂̩̩͙͙ ⁑̩͙̩͙ ⁎̩͙

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, Billy! This is your 25th dose of drugs! You’re going insane…” You yelled, sighing as you held your hips.

“Does it look like I care, Y/N? For god’s sake, I need to be fucking alone right now! I keep being called chunky and yet it’s true. Honestly, I regret even telling you this.” Billy says whilst lighting up his cigarette and playing with his 26th drug on his fingers.

“There’s nothing wrong of being chunky! It’s just who you are and I love it! It matches you a lot which makes you even cuter.” You said truthfully, hoping it’ll convince Billy to deny the fact of hating on being called chunky.

“Pft. As if I’m even suitable to be called cute. Chunky isn’t fit for me tho so stop being such an imbecile.” He says with a cold, careless tone as he took his last drug and held his head, indicating of him having a headache.

You sighed and looked at him with a raised brow.

“Are you okay?.. Your drugs must’ve affected your head now… How about some te-“ Before you could even speak, Billy glared and yelled at you.

“I don’t need any of your fucking tea or help, Y/N! Just leave me alone!” He says harshly before standing up and was about to leave until you grabbed him.

“Hey, I know you’re mad at being insecure, me annoying you and probably for no reason at all but.. You’re handsome and good in every way, alright? You may have also have a bad relationship with your sister and family but… I promise to help you get through it..” You said in a soft tone, comforting Billy as he sighed and hugged you, silently sobbing on your shoulders as you patted his back.

“I-I just don’t know anymore.. Life is just full of shit right now and I know we’re married but it still feels like I’m a teen who’s living in a hectic shitty world.. I hate it when I’m insecure too..” Billy said shakily, trying so hard not to sound so raspy but he kept sobbing.

“Shh shh.. it’ll be alright, love.. let it all out..” You whispered as you kept him in your arms, patting his back and rubbing it.

“I’m just thankful you’re still here after everything that’s happening in our relationship right now…” He sniffled while looking into your eyes.

“Well.. I need to tell you something, Darling.. since you’ve calmed down..” You said, gulping as you softly held his shoulders.

“Tell me anything.. I’ll try not to get mad…” He says in a soft tone, not breaking his gaze towards your eyes.

“Okay..” you sighed before taking in a deep breath and exhaling.

“I’m.. Pregnant..” You said, looking down and feeling all worried if he would yell or hit you.

“You’re.. you’re joking…” He said, his tone being soft but his expression were filled with shock.

“N-No I’m not.. check the toilet.. I took 10 pregnancy tests and it’s all positive..” You sighed, wondering if he’s mad or anything at all.

“Y-You can’t possibly be…” He said before sighing and then nodding, going to the bathroom with you and seeing all the pregnancy tests.

“W-wha.. s-so you’re not lying?…” He said, looking into your eyes as a tear rolled down his cheek.

You nodded as he simply looked at the tests then to you as he hugged you and sobbed happily.

“I-I’m going to be a father?…” He questioned, joyful tears still rolling down his cheeks as you chuckled and rubbed his back.

“Y-yes you are… everything has been happening lately that you haven’t noticed… I took like the tests 1 week ago and I did it again just to make sure…” You said.

“After all this time… You were pregnant? Oh god.. how did I not know?… I-I was busy yelling, taking drugs and smoking and you were pregnant after all?… Gosh I-I-.. I’m sorry…” He apologized as he kept sobbing happy tears.

“There there, darling. No need to worry now, okay? I bet you’ll be a great father…” You comforted him as joyful tears rolled down your cheeks as well.

“Well you’re gonna be an amazing mother.. can’t wait to see a little version of me running around.” Billy chuckled before kissing your cheek and wiping his tears away.

You chuckled and nodded in agreement as you blushed.

“Well it’s not yet confirmed weather it’s a girl or a boy~” You laughed out which made him chuckle and kiss your cheek even more.

“How about we go outside to the pool? A nice swimming might give some refreshment after all what happened today.” Billy suggested which you agreed on as you went with him to the pool, later then changing into your swimming outfits as you both sat together on the chair next to the pool.

“You’re looking pretty hot in that bikini, not gonna lie, sweetheart.” Billy smirked before kissing you.

You giggled and smirked as you pulled away.

“Oh stop flirting with me, Billy!~” You giggled out which made him smirk even wider.

“Im not flirting with you, love. Now, enough with the talking and swim for me…”

#homepage #billy #billyhargrove #billy hargrove #Billy #Billy Hargove #Hargrove #stranger things #strangerthings #Strangerthingsbilly #strangerthingsbillyhargrove #Stranger Things Billy #Stranger Things Billy Hargrove #Viral #Tumblr #Recommended

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My New Years Resolutions - Simming in 2023

Welp, my 2022 Resolutions were a total bust. 🤦 I figured they would be though; this new grad school program I’m in is RUTHLESS--they don’t believe in sleep! I passed all my classes though, thank heaven--I was SO nervous to see my grades this morning. 😅🎉 And I managed to make a tiny dent in my research over winter break! Huzzah!

So, as for 2023, I’m just gonna keep tryna do as much as I feasibly can.

OLD stuff I REALLY need to get to work on include:

Uploading some Dragon Age CC. Y’all. Y’all don’t even know how long I’ve been sitting on a effton of conversions I haven’t even had time to test in-game yet. 😩 I haven’t touched my DAI gameplay in AGES, and I miss it.

Uploading some Bleach CC. There are a LOT of imperfections, which is why I haven’t given y’all anything yet, cuz CAS CC drives me effing crazy. But there’s at least some stuff I think I can get away with sharing. I’d also LOVE to finish my Substitute Shinigami Arc gameplay, and hopefully start the Soul Society Arc sometime this year.

Uploading some The Untamed CC. Jfc I’m not making any progress with my big projects--I just keep bouncing from one thing to the next. But I actually think I can start giving y’all stuff I’ve been working on--again, none of it’s perfect, cuz I suck.

Uploading some CDPR CC. I’ve been meaning to keep working on a bit more Witcher 3 and Cyberpunk 2077 CC, but other stuff keeps getting bumped up my list! CDPR’s stuff is so effing high poly though, which makes me hate even touching those games; it’s always a massive headache dealing with AAA game assets.

The only NEW stuff currently consuming my every waking moment of course includes:

Giving y’all more scrumptious Interview with the Vampire goodness. There’s a ton of gameplay left that I couldn’t finish over Winter Break that I still wanna do, and I have CC that I want to share very soon. (^_^)

Doing Hell’s Bells, Campaign 3 of Critical Role. I was working on it right before Simblreen caught up with me and I had to drop it; so I want to hurry up and get back to that, since I managed to make some pretty cool CC for that gameplay.

Yeah, other than all that, there’s always my usual holiday uploads for Lunar New Year, Black History Month, my birthday (yes, it’s a holy day for me, shaddup), Pride Month, and Halloween.

I have a lot planned, so hopefully that’ll all keep me in a good mood while I struggle with everything else on my plate IRL. 🙄

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Thanks for reading!

Stay tuned, and Happy New Year!

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chaotictarlos · 2 years

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power of your touch

ship: Tarlos | Fandom: 911 Lone Star | Author: chaotictarlos | read on ao3

Rating: Explicit | Word Count: 1923 | Warnings: m x m smut, sex, fingering, anal fingering, 69, Carlos Reyes Hands, (yes that needs to be a tag because reasons), rimming, kink discovery

Summary: TK discovers a new kink.

Author's Note: Thank you to @noxsoulmatete for being the best beta a person can ask for. A special shoutout to @detective-gigglesgles for letting me send her paragraphs and scream in her DMs as I wrote this fic. Also a shout out to giggles and @11thstreetvigilante for being hoes with me and sending me pictures of Rafa’s hands that lead to me spiraling and having to write this fic and figuring out that I 100% have a kink for Rafa’s hands.

Nobody has permission to save, translate, repost, upload, or do anything with my fics. My fics are only posted on AO3, if you see them on any other site such as wattpad please let me know. This story was written for an adult audience and is intended for adult consumption. If you are under the age of 18, you should not be reading this story.

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The first time Carlos shoves his fingers into TK’s mouth, TK isn’t expecting to like it or for it to make him as hard as a rock.

TK knows he’s a pretty kinky guy. He knows what turns him on and what not, and while he certainly hasn’t done it all, his list of kinks is rather long. A list he has started exploring with Carlos, bit by bit. There’s a handful of kinks they now both know they firmly like - and a whole lot of others they haven’t even gotten to yet. But despite that, TK’s certain he knows himself well enough that there weren’t any new kinks that he hadn’t unearthed yet. There really wasn’t anything else that was going to spark his interest and make him hard.

Or so he thought.

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tags: @strangefurychaos @ronensass @sapphire11 @porscheanakinns @angeltk @noxsoulmate @sivan325 @beautifulhigh @welcometololaland @rangergurlgleek1211 @detective-giggles @tarlos-spain @lonestardust @bubblesandroses8 @rmd-writes @paper-storm

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"Entombed in Ice" by Avalon Emerson

DV:

If there's one thing I love about pop music above all else, more than singalong choruses and emotionally-wrenching details in the second verse and even synths themselves, it's nonsense words. Put "Da Doo Ron Ron" on my grave. So while MG and I both loved Avalon Emerson & the Charm's album, and we nearly put "Sandrail Silhouette," (which has a second verse where Emerson calls her friends' daughters "a reason for an optimistic view," an incredible line) on this list, that song was fundamentally outmatched when up against "Entombed in Ice" and its "Ba da da-da-da-duh." This song addresses someone, a former friend, maybe an ex-lover, fondly but without remorse for what once was. And it gives them direction, if not directions. This is a post-breakup song, maybe the year's great anomaly, full of love but not in love. It's a harsh message delivered in the gentlest way possible. "There are some things you can do for yourself now," repeats Emerson, leaving the things up to our imaginations. But only a little: "rotten hearts will decay" is where the first verse starts, and the blanks are easy to fill in. This song's subject has some shit to work through. But maybe they can! The bridge's "Ba da da-da-da-duh" echoes like freedom. It's possibility, not condemnation. Avalon Emerson stretches to the top of her range, echoing and melting into a short guitar solo, unencumbered by words and saying so much without them. We all have something we can do for ourselves; those syllables sound like they believe.

MG:

Avalon Emerson’s Soundcloud DJ sets are a staple of my household – like toilet paper, iced coffee, or a bed, she is both a necessity and a presence. But also! We only even made acquaintance with her work at the beginning of this very year via both Four Tet and Gorilla Vs. Bear putting “Sandrail Silhouette” on their playlists. I had no idea who she was but it felt like when I first got Napster and I’d search for something and only one, single user had uploaded it – you just know this thing that you haven’t even heard yet is cool. And yes, Avalon Emerson is very cool, so if that’s your criterion, please, stop here and make friends with the whole of & The Charm immediately. I wish I could be like “but if you must know why she’s cool, read on” but some of it eludes me to this day! Not in the emperor’s new clothes way where there’s no cool but I want to project cool on to her so badly that I’m making shit up, but in the way where you start scratching at the surface of a piece of art and it just starts yielding all these layers, some dense and some flaky and some immediately understood and some fleeting wisps of recognition. I continue to be stuck on this interview she gave to Pitchfork where she says (and I will quote the whole thing, not just the part relevant to me):

Since I’ve been involved in dance music, there’s been this arms race toward harder and faster, and it’s not really something that I identify with. This cathartic release that people seek when they go out clubbing, I get it and I respect it, and I participate in it as a DJ. But when I’m listening to music, my idea of a perfect record is a Cocteau Twins record, things that are soft and beautiful. I wanted to make this a soft, pretty record, but lyrically, the things on my mind are dark and sad, and very black-pilled at times. That juxtaposition is important, because something beautiful can also be coming from a place of pain. I think that’s where most good art lies, to be honest.

If anything, I find the way she describes her own ideas here reductive. But the part about it being a contrast to the “harder and faster” of club music is what’s relevant to me. I think “Entombed In Ice,” composed as it is of fragmented thoughts and ideas and sounds and bits that wander in and do their thing and dissolve into vapor or fade into the wallpaper, is a contrast to that club sound but it also does the thing that club music does, it provides a “cathartic release.” To talk back to Avalon Emerson, I’d say that as a culture we’re very hung up on this idea of catharsis as a WHOOSH or a BANG and then silence, nothingness, ending. But I think since we all keep going afterwards, since catharsis is an ending but not the ending, we must also listen quietly for those fragments and appreciate their soft approach and disappearance because that very gentle, loping cycle is also cathartic and we need little catharsis as much as big catharsis. Now back to you, reader. You have to keep listening to “Entombed In Ice,” you won’t get all it has to offer once through. That’s part of what’s cool about it, but just a part.

#gnjsoty2k23 #avalon emerson & the charm #avalon emerson #entombed in ice #music

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Sandstorm - Desert Survival: Chapter 7

Location: Hotel Resort Characters: Yuuta, Adonis, Kouga & Rei

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ< End of memory. The present. ES idol hotel poolside. >

Adonis: (Hmm.)

(It was a lot of fun on our way here.)

(We found out our good friends “2wink” were also sent out to the Chuugoku region and we decided we would enjoy our time in the bus on the way here.)

(We had fun chatting and enjoyed the scenery while we were on the move.)

(We turned on the karaoke machine on the bus and sang and also played party games with Hakaze-senpai who loves them and is good at playing them…)

(We headed towards our destination while merrily having fun. It felt like we were on a school trip.)

(Oogami kept complaining but he appeared to be enjoying himself too.)

(He wants to rise up in the world, so he must have been really looking forward to “SS”.)

(No, he must have wanted to let the whole world know how strong “UNDEAD” is.)

(Thinking back, we haven’t been in-sync with each other since spring and things were awkward between us.)

(But we overcame the summer crisis and showed what we were capable of during the “Nightless City Live”...)

(We should have played a big part in the new “UNDEAD” that would satisfy our current fans and resonate with a new audience, largely thanks to our seniors' help.)

(We were always slow starters, but we were supposed to make a glorious comeback at this “SS” as a powerhouse unit that’s slightly different from the others.)

(That’s what Oogami kept insisting and I figured that could be the case too.)

(But look at where we currently are.)

(We spent a long time on the move, so partway through, we stopped and stayed at a hotel prepared by ES.)

(We let our guard down, fell asleep and when we woke up, we were in a place we didn’t recognise.)

(Naturally, we were all confused. There was someone who said they were on the “SS” Administrative Committee and explained the situation to us.)

(But we don’t know why we’re locked up in this place. They kept insisting that we’re fine and there was no need to worry.)

(And for some reason, Hakaze-senpai and Hinata are separated from us.)

(It feels as though they’ve been held hostage, so we can’t be too aggressive.)

(It’s possible they may be harmed if we do something unnecessary. As long as that point cannot be refuted, we cannot do anything careless.)

(I’m weak. But right now, all I can do is bear patiently with it.)

Yuuta: I have a suggestion.

Kouga: ? What’s up all of a sudden, Yuuta? You’ve got an idea to get outta this situation?

Alright. I knew it, you’re smarter and calmer compared to Hinata ♪

Yuuta: …That’s my character, after all.

Anyway, I looked some things up on my phone while Oogami-senpai was making a fuss.

It looks like the stuff I can do on it is pretty limited because of how things are set up, though.

Kouga: Yeah. We can’t contact anyone from the outside world by callin’ or messagin’ them on “Hallhands” for some reason. Looks like we can’t connect to the internet, either.

Yuuta: It seems it is connected, but we can only view certain websites.

Doesn’t look like we can get help from the outside world using social media, though.

Look. It seems we can post videos on this website.

Kouga: Videos?

Let’s see. Ohh, you’re right. What’s this? “Oasis Videos”?

Yuuta: Yes, it looks like we can upload videos on it.

After the management for “Oasis Videos” reviews our video and checks there aren’t any issues, they’ll post it on the net.

Kouga: Huuh? Review? What’s that? So you can’t upload videos directly onto the website?

Yuuta: It seems the management behind “Oasis Videos” and “SS” are the same group of people. Look, it’s written here.

Maybe the management doesn’t like the idea of us posting an SOS on the “Oasis Videos” website.

Kouga: Hmm. Then, they should’ve just made it so that we can’t upload any videos at all. What’s the point in it? I’ve got no idea what they’re thinkin’.

Yuuta: We don’t know what the management is planning, but if you read the terms, it says they’ll allow MVs or funny videos.

Shall we upload something to test it out?

Kouga: Huuh? This ain’t the time for that! We’ve gotta think of a way to get outta here!

Rei ……… *Whispers into Yuuta’s ear*

Yuuta: ? Hmm…?

This is what Sakuma-senpai says: “Fools. We may be drowning and grasping at straws right now, but let’s use this ‘Oasis Videos’ and find a way out.”

“Even fools and blunt scissors can be useful in the hands of a clever person, but if there is a tool right in front of you and you don’t use it, then you’re simply a fool.”

Kouga: Like I’ve been sayin’! Why can’t you just say that, Sakuma-senpai!?

Talk to us! Stop usin’ Yuuta to speak! It’s pissin’ me off!

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poliel · 2 years

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Having Their Permission Would Make it Okay, Right?

Another fic I started way back when I was initially in Bugsnax but have no come back to finish and upload.

Content warning for mentions of cannibalism, needles, drawing blood.

“Hey Floofty,” Buddy said as they walked into Floofty’s part of the research tent.

Floofty sighed, making zero effort to hide their annoyance as they looked up from whatever they were working on to turn and face Buddy instead. “Yes, what is it?”

“When I interviewed you the other day you confirmed that you had indeed eaten grumpus before. What…”

“Are you going to try to slander me for that in that despicable excuse for a publication you work for? If you must know the specifics, it was my own leg I took a bite of after I had severed it for experimental purposes of which you know the result of. It was only a single bite and thus it hardly counts as cannibalism.”

Using that word for it was a good reminder of how insane this thought was but Buddy was already here and desperate enough to not really care as much as they probably should. Also, Beffica was right, international laws held no sway over the people of Snaxburg. So… “I really don’t care that you did it or even why. What I want to know is what did it taste like? Did it taste good?”

That almost seemed to give Floofty pause. If so though they quickly recovered from their surprise. “No, it did not. It tasted quite foul actually.”

Well, that wasn’t too surprising. But it was still something solid and not sauce so… “Would you be mad if I asked to try it too?”

Now that for sure took Floofty by surprise as they took a breath as if to respond but a solid beat or before they surprisingly let out a slight chuckle. “You can’t be serious.”

“No, I’m pretty serious. And you got that whole severed foot in your cabin that you’re not doing anything with, right? So maybe I could… you know.” Unable to maintain eye contact after voicing such a suggestion, their eyes drifted away from Floofty to Triffany’s skeleton laid on the table instead. Good thing she wasn’t here to hear them asking about this. “And you can’t call me a bad person for this because that would make you a hypocrite because you did it too.”

“I wasn’t planning to. However, I would like to point out that I ate a bite of my own flesh while you are asking to consume someone else’s, specifically mine. I think we can both agree that that is not the same.”

“All right. Fair enough, I guess. But do I have permission to eat your grumping severed foot or not?” Having their permission would make it okay, right? That’s why they’d decided to ask first instead just stealing. In hindsight they should’ve just snuck and took it because there was no way Floofty was going to let them eat their foot.

“As much as I would like to study any affects consuming my once snakified limb may or may not have on your body I can’t allow you do so. I’m not surprised you haven’t noticed or perhaps don’t even know anything about how severed limbs and such are usually preserved from rot. It’s in a liquid called formaldehyde.” They sounded it out slowly as if Buddy were a particularly dumb child. For once being addressed as such was kind deserved but that didn’t make it less annoying. “Which is a chemical that…”

“Yeah, yeah, I know what it is and what it does and that it’s highly toxic,” Buddy interrupted. “I wasn’t really thinking though.” After hearing Floofty admit to it, they’d grown curious about what that would be like and one thought had led to another and eventually… that had occurred to them.

“Well, that’s nothing new.”

Buddy was going to ignore that insult, as much as they wanted Floofty to think well of them it clearly wasn’t ever going to happen. “I just… really want something to eat that isn’t sauce.” They hadn’t eaten solid food since their stores had run out what felt like ages ago now.

“Hmm…” Floofty crossed their arms, lifting one paw to tap the side of their face in thought for a few seconds before seemingly reaching a decision. “While I don’t have any limbs I’m currently willing to spare, you could ask someone else in town if they’d be willing to lose a foot or paw for this cause. I’m living proof that it wouldn’t even be permanent. Or perhaps we could amputate a horn. Those don’t naturally happen on most grumpuses without bugsnax so losing one would hardly be an issue. Operating on myself in that capacity would be rather difficult though so I would prefer to do it on a volunteer. So assuming you can get a willing participate for such an experiment I would gladly assist you in your quest to taste grumpus flesh. In fact, I encourage it. I would like to see if it would transform you in any way.”

“Uh… no one’s going to agree to that.” And Buddy was not going to ask anyone.

“It’s a shame but you are correct. Which means I can not help you.” With a dismissive wave of their paw, Floofty turned back to their research. Before focusing in on it again though… “If you are really that desperate for food though I recommend dropping whatever inane reason you have for refusing to consume bugsnax and just eat one already.”

Buddy sighed, holding back a groan. If only it could be that easy. “I can’t. I’m allergic.”

“Oh, really?” Floofty turned back to face them. “It’s a shame my sample size is so limited, I’d love to know how common that is. I will just have to make do for now though. May I study your supposed allergic reaction to bugsnax?”

Buddy was almost a little tempted to say ‘yes’. It would probably raise Floofty opinion of them, right? And they’d like to know more about why they were the only one who was allergic too. If their reaction was less severe, they’d have already started eating them though so… “Sorry but I’d rather never go through that ever again.”

Floofty scoffed disdainfully. “Figures. May I at least have a blood sample and a description of what kind of allergic reaction you had exactly?”

Buddy took a breath, intending to lay into them for being rude to them about not wanting to suffer for science but… let it out with another sigh instead. They were too exhausted to be mad for long. “Uh, long story short, I ate a strabby and then spent the next I don’t even how many hours in the outhouse feeling like I was dying. And then I didn’t feel completely okay again until like a day or two later.” And then to make matters worse not long after that was when their food supplies on the airship had run out, resulting in their current sauce only diet.

Floofty took out their clipboard, flipped to a new page and wrote some stuff down. “Hmm… I see.” They looked back up at Buddy. “Were you vomiting or…”

“Both, mostly the latter. I don’t want to talk about the specifics.” This whole conversation was proving to be more and more of a mistake.

Floofty noted that down as well. “I suppose then in your current state of malnutrition, asking you to consume a bugsnax might kill you or come very close to it.”

“Exactly!” Buddy intended to say more but Floofty continued.

“Now, tell me, at any point did one of your limbs or any other body part snakify, even for a little bit?”

“Not that I was aware of.”

Once Floofty finished noting that down, they placed their clipboard back onto the table behind them. “Now for that blood sample.” They pulled open their desk drawer, revealing a row of needles – what the grump? They casually picked one up and pulled the cap off as they turned to face Buddy again. “Your arm.” They lifted their free paw in a gesture for Buddy to come closer.

That was the last thing they wanted to do. At the same time though, they didn’t want to give Floofty another reason to berate them – they wanted them to like them. So resisting the urge to whimper and step back, they stepped forward instead, offering their arm to Floofty. They even managed somehow not to tremble too much. “You sure you can wield that thing properly with your paws like that?” They were strawberries after all, even in a paw shape they had to be less dexterous, right?

“Mostly yes.” That wasn’t exactly the most reassuring answer. But it was too late to back out, Floofty was already pushing the needle into their wrist.

Buddy had always felt a little unwell when getting any kind of needle jabbed into them but for some reason this was…

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Watching Buddy’s eyes start to roll back into their head, Floofty barely had time to finish the blood draw and pull the needle out before Buddy dropped like a stone. Well, that was unfortunate because they now felt obligated to deal with this.

With a sigh, they turned and recapped their now blood-filled syringe. They put it in the cold box, packed with fresh snow from the mountain peak just this morning, meaning it’d keep for a while at least. They then turned back to look down at Buddy’s unconscious body. Unfortunately they lacked smelling salts so they had to use other, more difficult methods, or just call Chandlo over and have him carry them to their bed. That would involve rushing off to find him though or shouting loud enough to get his attention from wherever he currently was, assuming he was even in town, far more trouble than they were willing to go to right now.

Bending down, Floofty patted the sides of Buddy’s face. They groaned and muttered but seemed determined to stay unconscious. Not surprising actually given they were running on an almost exclusively condiment diet while also being the most physically active member on the island. They ran around doing stuff for everyone perhaps even more than Elizbert had.

It was honestly quite impressive, really pushing the limits of grumpuses’ inherit resilience. Despite their profession, Floofty’s opinion of them had raised as a result. Part of that also had to do with the fact that they weren’t trying for some moral grandstanding about not eating Bugsnax as Floofty had assumed them to be doing. Too bad they couldn’t morally justify experimenting on them to find out more about that supposed allergy. Oh well, there was nothing more to do but to get them to a bed because clearly they needed some rest. But how was Floofty going to…

“Hey, Floofty!” Filbo on his daily rounds, for once not a nuisance. Or not as much of a nuisance as usual.

They turned to face him. “Perfect timing. Assist me in getting Buddy here to their hut.”

“Oh… what happened? Are they okay?”

“They should be fine in a few hours. As for what happened, they passed out while I drew their blood. Trypanophobia is fairly common and occasionally results in fainting, especially when coupled with other issues such as exhaustion or malnutrition.” As they spoke they gestured for Filbo to grab Buddy by the feet while they picked up Buddy by the under arms.

Filbo followed the unspoken order without complaint. “Why’d you draw their blood.”

“I wish to study it. They’re supposedly allergic to bugsnax. Though I have yet to determine if it’s a true allergy or an extreme intolerance. Regardless, any benefit my current research brings up likely wouldn’t be helpful to them or anyone else with a similar issue. Now, as they’re the only one here with such an affliction I have reason to believe it’s fairly uncommon but something being uncommon does not mean it shouldn’t be accounted for when possible.” Especially since one in thirteen was still relatively high odds.

“Oh, uh, that makes sense. I think.”

There wasn’t time for any further potential conversation as they reached Buddy’s hut. As soon as they were deposited safely on the bed, Floofty turned and left. They had research to get back to and a new angle to start studying. Later, when Buddy woke up they’d give them more of a chance, certainly they’d go a bit easier on them knowing their misery wasn’t a choice they’d made. Perhaps, if it proved to be more of an intolerance than allergy, they might even find a way to make bugsnax edible for them, like a lactose pill but for bugsnax. That would be quite the scientific breakthrough and something Buddy would no doubt appreciate greatly.

#my writing #bugsnax #floofty/buddy #floofty fizzlebean #the journalist

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elissespieces · 10 months

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Okay.

Not to sound old, but-

I have been doing Sailormoon fanart for A Long Time™️ (and to save my sanity here- I’m speaking in internet years)

I’m a Chibimoon fan, and it has never been a popular hill to die on. People hate her, and I don’t care. I get Rini yelled in my face, and I. Do. Not. Care.

But back when I did- I had a 100% wholesome chibimoon dedicated webpage that I html coded myself (in friggen notes) and uploaded to a free FORTUNECITY site. There I displayed a wide variety of chibimoon fanart, mostly mine, but also gathered from other artists I had been desperately hoarding. All of it had been dug for over time (Netscaaaape), then the artists sought out to ask for permission to post, collected into a gallery where I made clickable thumbnails, and finally uploaded it through an ftp-

Dude- There was work involved y’all. This was pre-Pinterest, pre-Instagram, pre anything that posted photos for.

And the webpage was terrible, I can admit that, it’s fine. There was flashy fake glitter stuff, I had a guestbook and counter. Bad art made into page links, irrelevant song and poetry quotes. (But I did not have a midi play!) Most of what I was drawing back then was a weird mishmash of tracing the anime and learning anatomy, so it ain’t great, but everyone starts somewhere.

Still-

There was a lot of it. A LOT. And there still is! I’ve never stopped making it. I still draw sailor moon art all the damn time. It’s my therapy when I’m art blocked, it’s my doodles. I still upload stuff to random places (depending on what lets me) to this day.

I’ve been doing this for 20 years.

My art names have changed, but not drastically, and while thankfully improving, the art style itself isn’t all that different. I’ve been told I’m easy to spot. So yknow what I don’t get??

It’s nowhere. The art isn’t floating around online, I can’t find any of it.

I should be so embarrassed by it. It should be an absolute pain, running facefirst into that awful shit- and with so much regret. I taught myself enough html to do the absolutely ridiculous coordinates of an image map (omg the numbers) but- but it’s not anywhere!

When I haven’t looked at my old crap in awhile, sure, I’m relieved at this fact. Cause yikes (and I still have it stored, it’s good to know how dare I’ve come).

But after days of cruising through 3 hours of really, really awful sailor moon art (yes I do this), I’m kinda, mildly insulted because I should be one of those. I should be standing accounted amongst those who are shamed!

I recognize so many of the old artists that I once knew, and most of them have been plagiarized to death on overseas websites because they aren’t really around anymore. If anyone else was around at that time and into Sailor Moon, I had a very pink and very goofy ‘Child of the Crystal World’ website. It was all I knew about my Pink fucking Princess on about thirty separate page clicks.

So- best guess is- either someone is following behind me and cleaning up my online fingerprint- or (most likely) Im feeling ignored and entitled from years worth of effort and it’s gurgling back up like a clogged, invalidating garbage disposal of paint and crayons.

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🍎Apple Turnovers🍎

A friend—and employee— of Adam and Jonah’s lends some baked goods in a bit of a care package as both thanks and condolences for some situations best left unnamed. Since the two don’t trust their car to go very far at the moment after it starts making some weird sounds, getting actual groceries is probably a no-go. The plan is to settle down and eat some treats while maybe watching TV or browsing some stupid memes on the internet.

The plan backfires when a beginners mistake is made.

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Hi did you know I write. Yes I write. You are right. I do write.

Gonna be honest, I haven’t uploaded any writing in half a year on my AO3, and until I can set up my laptop again then I’ll probably have this on AO3! (Unless I figure out how to work it out on mobile lol) We are in the process of moving, so like, my resources are kinda limited. With that being said, this was written on my phone on the Google Docs app, so formatting might end up weird here?? I’ve never uploaded writing in this format for Tumblr, so this is gonna be just,,,, semi-awkward,,,,,,

This is very HC heavy and also relates to my Spectrum Blood AU, so yeah, this is a canon event, albeit pretty minor with some foreshadowing to the canon divergent nature of Spectrum Blood. Uh. Enjoy I guess??? Ehhhh??

Also thought I’d mention this lol, this idea came from @katie-latte / @hehe-parappa-goes-brrr lol, a lot of the plot references our roleplays but isn’t specific to that btw, this one’s more for you, love, haha

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“Ayo Jojo! I got the goods!”

When was the last time the boys had gone for groceries? Well, usually only one of them would go at a time. This time wasn’t any different than those “usual times”, aside from the fact that it wasn’t from the actual grocery store. As far as Jonah was concerned, Adam had stopped by somewhere at a friend’s to get some snacks they were providing for the boys. Money wasn’t usually a huge issue, but damn was it occasionally tight. Since this said friend has been assisted by the two boys once out of a hostile situation, they wanted to return the favor in more ways than one. Money was also tight for them, but hey, if they can do their good deed for the day, then what’s stopping them from doing so?

“Oh snap! Sweet! I’m fuckin’ starving!” Jonah exclaimed after standing from the couch, having been forced to listen to the rumbling of his own stomach for the past ten or fifteen minutes or so after not having anything that was desirable (or not past expiration) in the fridge or pantry.

Adam threw his usual backpack down from over his shoulder and on the dining room table, which held a lot of essential belongings. Some water bottles, a couple weapons for paranormal encounters like the most recent one they had, some bandages and other items to nurse wounds, and his walkie talkie. In his front pocket on his custom Bythorne Paranormal Society sweatshirt was his smartphone, which he promptly grabbed instinctively while heading towards a now-sitting Jonah and tossing himself into the green-cushioned couch. In one hand was his phone, which he promptly placed down into the cushion and rested weightlessly into the cushion’s pillowcase. In the other was a large plastic bag that was weighed down with a large mass. Adam placed the heap in between them as they sat face to face, criss-crossed on the couch, barely opening the bag when the aromas hit them. A soothing combination of sweet and savory. It wasn’t just a packed lunch. There were more than a few different baked goods, fresh from the kitchen, each neatly wrapped inside their own containers. Even though they’d all been sealed inside, the wonderful smell still lingered in their scent glands, causing a temporary moment of pure, sweet bliss. Like they had their noses to an incense.

“Now that’s a small I like. Mabel does a great job at pulling you in with this sort of stuff!” Jonah commented as the two tag-teamed at pulling ziplocks and tupperware out of the bag, the different smells separating a bit.

“Oh yeah, how’d you think she was able to make this all in one sitting?” Adam inquired to his mocha-skinned companion, pulling out a few more items from the bag.

“Maybe she stress bakes? I mean, she does have a lot of stress on her at the moment?” Jonah responded, purposely leaving the details out for the sake of their sanities— and possibly as to not lose their appetites from the thought of situations they had no control over. Nothing the two of them weren’t already collectively aware of, of course.

Adam smirked goofily, “kind of like you. Only you can’t do that cause we don’t have the ingredients right now.”

Jonah’s eyes rolled, deeply feeling a disgruntled tingle that he hadn’t been able to get his hands messy with flour or crust made from scratch or feel the dough under his nails and fingertips.

“Well, we still have to get the car fixed. I know it probably isn’t bad, but I still don’t like the idea of driving it when it’s making that whirring sound. I’m surprised you couldn’t do it this time.”

“It’s not too bad, we just can’t drive long distances. But what do I look like? A car repairman?”

“You look like a dumbass. Do you think the supermarket is close enough for a walking distance?”

“Oof, uh. No. I don’t think so. I mean, we absolutely could just truck it there, but imagine having to carry several heavy bags all the way back here for an hour on foot.”

“Damn, that’s a good point.”

“I only drove because her apartment is just five minutes away, and I didn’t anticipate anything bad happening. And frankly, nothing bad happened. She wanted to bake for us anyway,

“I mean, yeah. But we could always carjack.”

“Just for a supermarket trip? They’d easily find us if we weren’t hightailing it. Plus, that’s behind us. We already agreed that we’re going to be lowering our profile lower than it already is. The entire police force is after us, and I’m sure the alternates are too. We can’t take any more chances after what happened last time.”

Jonah’s mind blurred with the last major call they took, which nearly cost both of their lives. He still hasn’t gotten over the situation in its entirety. The utter, glum guilt still weighed him every waking moment, wondering if this was all a dream that Adam was even alive and that the two had actually somehow brute-forced themselves out of the grasp of the alternates. It truly made the two stop taking life for granted, allowing them to realize just how precious their lives were; to themselves, and each other.

“Yeah, maybe you’re right.”

The two rummaged through the miniature feast of baked goods, pastries, and even some other savory dishes that wouldn’t taste like shit after reheated. This was the stuff their stomachs had been craving; good cooking like a mother’s cooking. Jonah was quick to help himself to a small tub of cookies he couldn’t instantly identify until biting into one of them and then muttering between chews, “huh, snickerdoodle.”

“Oh, cool!” Adam’s voice seemed singsong at one of the tubs with four individually wrapped items, one of them he unwrapped and admired, “calzones!? Oh shit!”

Jonah’s eyes lit up at the thought of a calzone. Boy, he hadn’t had one of those in… god, who knows? “Wow, that looks fluffy! What kind?”

“‘Boutta find out, bro!” Adam felt the warmth of the calzone in his hand even while still slightly covered by the paper towel-napkin, and took the first bite into the crust.

For the first second, the calzone was a bit hot, but not enough to burn him. There was a sense of gooeyness in it too, which he hadn’t registered the taste of yet. His first instinct is that it was a pizza calzone. But the savoriness had suddenly proven sweeter than the average cheese and/or sauce. He even felt the little chunks in his mouth as he pulled the bite off of the snack and chewed, a weird, not-so meaty consistency to them. The sweetened taste was almost overwhelming, nearly unrecognizable to Adam. Possibly some sort of fruit? The taste of a fruit he didn’t instantly recognize…

Then it hit him. It hit him like a train.

Jonah could already see Adam’s shifting expression as he tried to decipher what the taste was, but Jonah didn’t know that. And seeing Adam’s upper eyelids lift slightly somehow both excited him, and unnerved him.

“So, what kind was it?” Jonah harmlessly asked, a bit of whimsicalness expressed in his octave.

Adam, however, did not return the same expression, but instead read a horrified look. Jonah could feel the twinge in Adam’s voice when he spoke with an eerie slowness, “Jonah, I don’t think that was a calzone…”

The first instinct was to ask “well, then what was it?” As a bunch of scenarios played in his head. His mind went first to if Adam was just disgusted and if it was something he didn’t particularly enjoy and that Adam was going to vomit or something. Should he get the puke bucket in case?

Adam’s head cocked a little, his face slightly redder around the bridge of his nose and pinkining his pasty-white cheeks. “Uh, I’ll give you a hint.”

Jonah now resorted to the idea that the contents inside were hot, or even spicy, somehow burning himself with the inner filling of the contents. But now that he looked at the crusted item he held in his hand, suddenly he felt a bit of initial shock too.

Head turning a bit to the other, Adam placed the treat back into the container before he muttered out a slightly sickly few words:

“Get the EpiPen.”

And Jonah realized that they were, in fact, not calzones.

They were apple turnovers.

“O-Oh fuck! Oh shit, th-they’re apple turnovers, aren’t they!?” Jonah slightly shouted as he arose himself from the couch, a slight dent being left where he sat. Adam had a bit of a cough to his shaky, uneven breath. That quickly evolved into a slight rasp, and soon enough, a wheeze. Jonah backed up as Adam threw himself on the hardwood and forced himself into his knees. He wasn’t sure what to properly do, almost lost at the sight of his roommate weakened and teary-eyed from the start of what would surely be an anaphylactic shock. A sense of loss of control in the both of them synchronized for separate reasons as Adam coughed out more harshly, awakening Jonah from the trance he was in and reminding him of his objective. Get his EpiPen.

First and foremost, he needed Adam’s backpack. That was the first step to helping him. He just had to locate that. “Adam! Your bag! Where’s your bag!?”

His voice was rasped and broken in between breaths, but luckily his voice was comprehensible enough while crying “Ghh—table!! On the table—hhHHHhh! It’s-s on th-the dining room table!”

“Dammit, Adam! Save your breath! Don’t talk so fuckin’ much! Let me get it!” He finally pulled himself from the front row seat of the scene and stumbled into the dining room, nearly unable to stop himself from running waist-first into the table. He hoisted the black backpack into his hand and dragged it swiftly along the wood flooring while rushing back towards Adam Murray. He threw the bag in front of him and downwards, it landing only feet in front of the struggling boy, Jonah sliding downwards to the bag and unzipping it too fast. “Hang on, Adam! I’m getting it! I’m getting it!” He rummaged through the items in the main opening of the bag, ready to go through every single corner and pocket of it.

Jonah felt a sudden push on his back, the pressure at first startling him until he saw Adam was leaning against him, possibly for comfort or reassurance. Even if this was a dire situation, that made Jonah feel a slight warmth in his heart, even while desensitized to literally everything else. “I’m right here, Adam. Stay with me, okay?” Jonah’s voice softened, now realizing that maybe his original panic in his voice could possibly alarm Adam even more.

Several objects and belongings flew out of the backpack as Jonah tossed them aside, making sure he went through at least every pocket to find the epinephrine pen, promising himself to go through it twice if he didn’t see the orange capsule. His hopes and prayers were heard as he finally spotted the long, orange object. “Found it!” He cheered worryingly as he took out the object, now maneuvering Adam’s had into his lap as he also turned around, the struggle to breathe still evident in his voice. Jonah vigorously shook the pen before popping the blue cap off and pulling Adam’s leg slightly outward, no hesitation when forcing the thick needle of the pen into his thigh.

Adam let out a bit of a broken squeak feeling the pierce of the object into his flesh, and sort of writhed and very slightly kicked. Jonah counted up for several seconds to make sure that the medicine all went in, and after he was able to indicate it was good, he ripped the needle out of Adam, who promptly grunted at the pain. Jonah put the cap back on, now pulling Adam inward and upward into his body, one hand onto Adam’s chest while the other interlocking with one of Adam’s hands. Looking at the hand he held, the little red bumps on them were surely prominent, which were surely hives that had broken in during the peak of the shock. Jonah’s own breath and heart rate had risen in speed, feeling his heart pounding loudly through his ears. He let out a sigh as after a minute, Adam’s body seemed to loosen up, sinking slightly deeper into his companion’s chest.

Once Jonah got the memo that Adam was stable, he wanted to reassure himself that Adam wasn’t going to do anything else, so he asked, “you good?”

Adam let out a little, pained grunt in response, similar to an “Mhm…”, his grip on Jonah’s hand tightening, allowing Jonah to feel better and know that Adam was gaining some strength back. “Do you need anything else? Maybe some water?”

Adam uttered a “yeah…” and Jonah pulled one of the bottles he’d thrown from the black backpack, unscrewing the cap and holding it to Adam, “need some help?” To which Adam responded, “I got it.”

Adam took little sips from the water, the gulps audible to Jonah, then placing the bottle down while Jonah screwed the cap back on the nozzle.

“‘M sorry about that…”

“About what? Having an allergic reaction? No, Adam. Don’t apologize for something you can’t control, bro! We’re just lucky we were prepared this time.”

Adam knew what he was implying with that, “sorry about last time, too.”

“Last time was my fault, Adam. I didn’t know about your allergy. If anything, I’m sorry about that.”

“You had to find out at some point, I guess. It’s better we had everything we needed now than before since the car’s not doing so hot right now.” His voice remained strained-sounding while speaking.

“Well, I’m just glad you’re alright. I’m going to check to make sure nothing else has apple in it.”

“Can we make sure we don’t tell Mabel this happened?”

Jonah understood the anxiety Adam had for the situation, “we’ll make a deal. I have to tell her that you’re allergic to apples, but I won’t tell her that it sends you into shock, aight? Is that okay?”

“…sure. I’d like it better if we just didn’t mention it at all.”

“We don’t mention it, and this happens again. But I won’t stress her out if it’s gonna stress you out. I know you feel bad.”

“Yeah.”

“Uh, well, you’ve probably lost your appetite. I’m still gonna eat some of the stuff she gave us.”

“No, I’m still sort of hungry. I think I can eat.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah. Just help me back on the couch— but I think I can get up on my own, maybe.”

“Still, I’m gonna help you.”

Jonah helped Adam to stand up, Adam quickly able to find his balance and nestle himself into the cushions once again, this time pushing the tub with the apple turnovers back as Jonah sat on the opposite side, taking the tub and reinserting the lid back on it. He looked into one of the other tubs, finding some premise sandwiches and…

He opened the said tupperware, pulling out another semi-circular, thinly- crusted item, then taking a bite into it, and tasting a savory cheese, tomato sauce, and meat encased in the soft-crusted shell.

“Adam. You’re not gonna believe this.”

Adam could already see what Jonah had in hand, and found it in him to laugh.

#the Mandela catalogue #Mandela catalogue #fanfic #the kiwi writes!? no way :O #adam murray #jonah marshall #allergic reaction #anaphylaxis #anaphylactic shock #could this be considered a sicfic?? anyone??#Adam’s Apple Allergy Adventures™️ /j #angst fic #hurt/comfort #this will be up on ao3… someday #I mean #I dunno #kiwi pulls way too many all nighters wtffff #canon divergence

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Okay so this thought just came to me and I'm like shkalsls SO U know how Wednesday has a phone now right? Great cool fun yeah, but Wednesday following like some obscure quote blogs and Enid (on like all her socials because 🖤)

And she's never had a phone or a social media presence, she doesn't know about the ways these sites track engagement. She also doesn't know that liking old Instagram posts is such a silly little thing like "📸🤨 why were u on my page 3 months back?? U like me or something??"

I just think it's cute and a little funny to think about Enid having a rough day and seeing a notification that Wednesday just ❤️ like 5 old posts of hers. (Something that Enid totally doesn't lightly tease her about)

OHH I LOVE THIS SO MUCH! Thank you for putting the visual in my head, I adore this headcanon!! 🖤

Of course the first thing Wednesday does on her phone is ask Xavier for Enid’s number like there’s no alternative really. Then the texting starts and for a while it’s enough but then she realizes she misses hearing Enid’s voice so much that she suggests she would call her instead. (“I’m tired of all this tapping…” As if Enid was buying that.) And they are talking ENDLESSLY. Okay it’s Enid, obviously, who does the vast majority of the talking but Wednesday loves listening to her even though she wouldn’t admit it. Enid’s voice fills her with so much warmth and it calms her and makes her feel restless at the same time, her heart is all but quivering when she hears her laugh over the phone, that beautiful sound sending shivers down her spine.

“Umm, do you want to see me? Because I miss seeing you. Very much so.” Enid tells her out of the blue one day and Wednesday just blurts out “Yes, yes I want to.” because good heavens she misses Enid like she has never missed anything or anyone in her life. And Enid is bouncing with joy on the other end and starts telling her how FaceTime works but Wednesday quickly interrupts her “No, I meant I’m booking a flight to San Francisco. If that’s okay with you, that is.” And there’s this stunned silence in return and Wednesday almost starts panicking and taking it all back before Enid SQUEALS into her ear and tells her that she wants nothing more than to have her. So Wednesday goes to San Fran the very next day and Enid is waiting for her at the airport. She’s running up to her like a charging bull and they both dive for each other as if they haven’t seen the other for ages. The hug they share soothes an ache in Wednesday that followed her ever since they left Nevermore and ignites a fire in her heart she has never felt before. Wednesday smiles into Enid’s hair and she can’t school her features quick enough so Enid catches that beautiful smile that was for her, because of her. Her heart is hammering in her throat at the sight.

Enid has planned everything meticulously so they make the absolute most of the week (?) Wednesday spends with her. She’s taking her everywhere she thought Wednesday would like, showing her her favorites spots and places and there’s a lot of quality time and bonding and Wednesday genuinely enjoys herself and every second she spends with Enid. The Addams simp genes are finally manifesting and Wednesday finds herself falling deeper and deeper. When it’s time to part it’s with incredible difficulty and the only thing making it easier is the plans they made for the rest of the break. Enid is visiting her in New Jersey very soon and Wednesday can’t stop thinking about that. In the meantime they are talking every day and FaceTiming because Enid explained it to her of course. She also made her an Instagram account so she can follow her and see the photos she uploads and Wednesday goes through of it all, checks every single post one by one and Enid keeps getting dozens of notifications of Wednesday liking her posts and she’s just 🥰🥰🥰!!! She may have forgotten to tell her about that function but oh well. 😁

#so this happened haha #some tooth rotting fluff for the soul as a treat #i’m in such a mighty good mood today my imagination is SOARING #thank you for this msg luv 🖤#anonymous #asks #you can instant message me anytime and we can discuss headcanons and stuff

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