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encrucijada · 5 months

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HAZE DOGS — a wip by ester cuervos

【 genre & categroy: horror, low fantasy, adult 】

【 pov: 2nd person retrospective 】

【 what if princess mononoke, the hunt from the magnus archives, and night in the woods had a baby. guy too scared for horror keeps writing it. great news for all the girls (gender neutral) who've ever wanted to go apeshit!! i'm technically catholic so i'm allowed to bastardise catholicism 】

【 cw: cults, blood and gore, religious blasphemy, cannibalism, harm to animals 】

【 tone & themes: feminine horror, corruption, bottled rage, divinity, unhinged, atmospheric, eerie, immortality/mortality 】

a b o u t : an isolated town is haunted by otherworldly canines incapable of dying. when connor hidalgo mejía comes back to life after being sacrificed by her old classmates, the town finds a temporary solution to their problem that will keep more people from dying: they offer connor and only connor to the animals. with her boyfriend's mother at the head, connor becomes the reluctant but not entirely unwilling idol of worship of a cult that begins to form around her. the people of her town really believe she can somehow free them of this haunting. but aurora vidal isn't the only one pulling the strings for power. everyone wants a piece of connor's divinity, a god is easy to manipulate when she's actually just a nineteen-year-old girl who up until last month only had two concerns: make it to tomorrow and get to know her estranged brother. the temporary solution starts to feel like a permanent one with connor soon not being able to find peace in life or in death.

another story about a girl in a white dress getting sacrificed... except she's wearing cool alternative clothes on top of that white dress. also the dark academia plot of "person we all hate died under mysterious circumstances" except this time the person keeps coming back to life, worse each time.

c h a r a c t e r s :

connor hidalgo mejía. she/they. embodies the energy of the "alt friend" from 00s teen movies. would have bitten you to win an argument even before things got freaky. what if jesus was a dog.

ángel quijada vidal. he/they. connor's boyfriend. dark academia protagonist who got lost and ended up in a horror movie. ignoring social cues on purpose because he thinks they're stupid.

delilah estévez herrera. she/her. connor's best friend. literally the prettiest person in the room at all times. not joining your cult bestie sick aesthetic tho. borrowing her from my buddy jude <3

acacia quijada vidal. she/her. connor's frenemy. would befriend you and then vaguepost about you online. ángel's sister. youngest sister syndrome. dead blue eyes.

aurora vidal ochoa. she/her. ángel's mum. gaslight gatekeep girlboss. woke up and decided to become a cult leader. marisa coulter energy (derogatory).

benjy hidalgo mejía. he/him. connor's brother, apparently. has the energy of the bum older brother with a shitty band and a warning sign of his door you'd find in a 90s movie.

zagreus. he/it. pubby :3 nothing weird going on here i prommy.

aesthetic: a foggy open field, coyote howls in the dead of night, wiping blood from your mouth, maximalist teen girl bedrooms, light reflecting off of animal eyes, an empty dilapidated church, bite marks on your shoulder, tall grass swaying in the breeze, an abandoned fountain filled with greenish water, broken statues, taxidermy animals, the rattle of a dog's chain, crackling television signal, cloudy weather and the smell of ozone before a storm, glitter makeup rolling down your cheeks, music so loud others hear it on your headphones, a lake with party trash floating on the surface, your fanciest clothes splattered with blood, the cold smoothness of fine jewellery, low quality camera footage, a trail of kisses down your spine, teeth that are too sharp, halos made with neon bracelets, cupping your cheeks with bloodied hands, curling up under the covers in bed when it's cold

snippet!!!

“Cool, right?” you asked your reflection, answered yourself with a smile that cut your purple mouth in two with white teeth.

You grabbed your keys.

Benjy was in the living room. He still occupied space like he was a guest instead of a resident, you looked at him and tried to find yourself on his face, on his shoulders, his hair, his hands. But other than the brown of your skin and his skin, you couldn’t, the only thing you shared that your mum had too were the freckles, but what did that prove? If that was proof of kin then Ángel would be your brother, Acacia your sister, Dafne a quarter of something with the smattered speckles on the bridge of their nose.

“Where the fuck are you going?”

He was your brother enough to talk like he’d known all nineteen years of your life.

You stopped in front of the television, a horror movie screaming behind you, blood and guts and bad sound effects of tearing skin, someone’s burbly wail from a cut throat.

“Vidal party.”

“What’s a Vidal? Am I supposed to know what that is?”

“They own like half the town, huge house, can’t miss it.”

“And they invited the likes of you?”

#tumblr if you fuck up the formatting again i will haunt you in dreams #anyways. hoping to write this next year?? hoping for some focus??hoping to finally Finish something for once??#pia.docx #wip intro #( wip ) haze dogs

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imfluentinfangirlandgay · 6 months

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Casting Pearls Before Time - Ch 2

A bit of a shorter chapter this time but its for worldbuilding purposes I prommy

Six months after suddenly reappearing, Ingo encounters someone he thinks he remembers. Only problem is, he can't remember anything before he returned to Unova, so it's hard to say

Words: ~1300

“So, who did you say she was again?” Elesa walked alongside the twins as they made their march back to their apartment, telling their adoptive sister everything that had happened the night prior. As soon as she had gotten off work, the twins had gone to collect her and bring her over. Pearl had opted not to leave, not just yet. Figuring there was nowhere for her to go, they had shrugged and Emmet had left some joltik in charge.

“She cannot remember her name, so we have taken to calling her Pearl. She does not speak Galarian either, however, I seem to be able to understand the language she speaks. It was the one I spoke upon my arrival here. I recall her dimly from my last terminal, but nothing else has come to mind yet.” Ingo opened the door to their apartment complex and they climbed up the stairs.

“What language is it?” Elesa sipped on her iced coffee. How she was drinking that as the weather cooled, Emmet had no idea.

“We are unsure,” Emmet said. Elesa stopped for a moment, watching in silence as the younger twin unlocked the door.

“You haven’t checked?”

Both silver heads turned to her, even as Emmet turned the knob. “No?” Ingo asked. “How are we meant to? Neither of us is well-acquainted with all languages-”

“Oh my dragons, you two. Emmet, you’ve had the internet for years.” She sighed and crossed the threshold before the other two. “Leave it to me. Where is this guest of yours?”

Ingo called out first, in that foreign language again. A soft voice came in reply. The bathroom door swung open and there stood Pearl, still wearing the same thing she’d had on last night when they’d found her. She cocked her head at Elesa and smiled, waving shyly. “Oh she’s a cutie,” Elesa gushed. “Like a little baby Happiny. How old is she? She looks so young, she’s adorable.”

“I will tell Skyla about this. She’d be so jealous,” Emmet teased.

Elesa stuck her tongue out at him. “Not in that way, nerd. Besides, I never get attached like that before confirming their age is close to mine. Does she know who I am in regards to you two?”

Ingo began to speak to Pearl in rapid-fire sentences, gesturing to Elesa. She nodded and made some noise of understanding. “She does now. I have informed her that you are our sister.”

“Basically, yeah.” She pulled up an app on her phone. Emmet peeked over her shoulder.

“What’s that?” he asked her.

“Here.” She tapped the button in the middle. She looked up at the girl and smiled, opening and closing her hand a few times to imitate a mouth and then pointing to the phone. She held the device out to the girl, who looked at it like it might explode.

She spoke into it, a quick phrase that sounded like a question. The app loaded for a second, before it spit out words in an understandable language to Emmet.

“[WHAT IS DEVICE?]” the phone blared in a vaguely feminine voice.

Elesa read the screen. Her eyes narrowed. “It seems she’s speaking some form of Sinnohan, though the app is having trouble being able to tell which one. It might need to be updated.”

“Can you ask her? Maybe she could tell you.” Emmet asked enthusiastically.

“If she can’t remember her name, how is she supposed to remember what form of Sinnohan she’s speaking?” Ingo pointed out.

Emmet shrugged. “Never know until you try. Maybe just ask where she’s from? Or how old is she?” Elesa tapped on the microphone icon and spoke into the phone, asking the question in Galarian.

The phone responded in Sinnohan. Pearl looked at the device funny as she answered slowly.

[I KNOW DO NOT. I HAVE NINETEEN YEAR OLD.]

“It seems to be having trouble with her dialect,” Ingo said. “I can understand what she’s saying perfectly, her version is the one I understand better.”

“Then you must be from wherever she’s from. Hmm…” Elesa fiddled with her phone before shutting it off. “It seems like that isn’t working well…” She paced around, mulling it over in her head. Emmet could practically see the gears turning in her brain.

“Is there anything else we can try?” Ingo asked. “I could translate for now. I feel that the device is rather undignified and it dumbs down her method of speech. And it cannot have a proper conversation.” He swiped at his own Xtrans. “And it appears to be getting to about lunchtime. Perhaps we can postpone this discussion for now.”

It was not hard to convince the others as they began to come up with ideas for food.

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Pearl looked up at the buildings around her with the same wonder as Ingo had when he’d first reappeared in Nimbasa - as though she’d never seen them before. Tall skyscrapers and apartment complexes rising from each street corner, extending into the sky like multicolored fingers gripping for the clouds. There were a few times they had to call out to her to keep up with them.

And the pokemon. Everytime she looked away from the buildings long enough, she was shocked by the pokemon. Emmet did not need to talk to her to recognize that she was simultaneously fascinated and frightened by the creatures. Whether a Lillipup or a Zweilous, she gave all pokemon a wide berth and did her best to tag close to the group.

“So now that we’ve eaten something, what’s the plan?” Elesa shut the door behind them and took off her scarf, hanging it on a hook. Emmet and Ingo hung their hats on their respective hooks and shrugged.

“No idea,” Emmet said. Ingo didn’t offer anything, either.

“Well, I’ve been thinking,” Elesa started as she sat down on the couch, “I don’t know of any linguists nearby, but I do know someone from Sinnoh. Clay’s family immigrated to Unova from there and he knows some family stuff and speaks some of the language. I can see if maybe he’d know something about her or the Sinnoh language. In the meantime, she can stay here and maybe learn some Galarian. Or we can learn some of that other language. I’d just like to be able to talk to Pearl.”

The mentioned girl was currently sitting at the table, staring out the window. Elesa had lent her some clothes, as with autumn coming, her normal clothes would not be warm enough. Funny enough, when Ingo had asked Pearl if she’d like something warmer, she’d said she was already balming as it was, but had still taken the clothes so that she could fit in a little better with the crowd.

"That seems as good a place to start as any," Ingo mused. "I wonder, however… I was found in Sinnoh. Pearl speaks some form of Sinnohan. But I distinctly remember being in Hisui…" He rubbed his chin. "Seeing her, I can almost remember other things, they are just barely out of reach. I remember… a pokemon, with purple fur, that stood like a human. Long claws. And I remember white. Lots of white…"

"Do not strain yourself," Emmet tutted. "You will give yourself a migraine."

"Yes, yes…" Ingo seemed a thousand miles away.

"I can get an audience with Clay tomorrow," Elesa said. "In the meantime, I'd say let's try to learn some words of Pearl's language. Ingo can teach us."

"Would it not make sense for her to learn Galarian?"

"Yeah," Elesa admitted, "but it feels… wrong to force that on her, you know? She's already lost and alone. Why take the last thing she has from her?" Emmet sensed there was something else to it. He glanced at Ingo, still lost in thought. He gestured to his brother and raised an eyebrow. Elesa nodded, not meeting his eyes.

Emmet nodded. That made sense.

[First] - [Next]

#submas #subway boss ingo #subway bosses #my writing #ingo #pokemon #pokemon legends #pokemon legends ingo #pokemon legends arceus #pla #clan leader irida #pokemon irida #subway boss emmet

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faithfully-yours · 5 months

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A Single Mom Who Works 2 Jobs [pt 1]

Fandom : Just Roll With It

Ship : None, implied pistolwhip

Summary : Ollie heard of the riptide pirates, and of the Grandberry pirates. He had been told by Chip, of a Triton nobel and a girl of the sun. Never did he think he would meet them.

Warnings : Cliffhanger/two parts, kind of implied kidnapping? Just thought I'd add it to be safe.

Notes : In this AU, Chip went missing before they ever met Ollie. It all gets explained I prommy.

A knock on the door rings through the empty house. Ollie looks up from his homework. He sighs. If his dad was home, he would be the one to get it, but Chip was working.

He stands up from the dining table and moves to the doorway. He pulls open the wood door, and looks at the people in front of it.

Three people stand. A tall triton, who looks maybe 20, a long streak of pink going through his teal hair. He wears simple trousers and a lose white shirt. His hand rests on a sword. Beside him is a dark skinned woman, whose left eye is covered by a black eye patch. Behind them is a red haired women who looks around Ollie's fathers age, with blue eyes and a navy blue jacket that's ties around her waist.

"Uh, yes? Can I help you?" Ollie squeaks out. The people seem familiar, despite the fact he's positive he's never seen them.

The Triton speaks. "Yes, we are looking for Chip, no last name that we know of."

The women beside him scoffs, "Yeah, we're all confused about the missing last name."

Chip. Ollie's father. Not biologically, but in every way that mattered. He went, to protect him, by the name Aden Lafayette. That's all the towns people ever knew him by.

Meaning these people knew him before, everything.

"Are you Gillion?" Ollie is bouncing on the balls of his feet now.

The Triton nods. "Yes, how do-"

The ten year old shakes his head and moves the side. "Come in come in, all of you." He grins. It's them. Gillion Tidestrider, Jay Ferrin, Elizabeth Lafayette. He had heard stories, they were the ones he had fallen asleep to.

The group of pirates looks at the boy suspiciously, but walks in. He leads them to the dining room, and urges them to sit down. "Uh, my dad will be home soon, he's who you want to talk to."

The three pull out chairs. "Who are you?" The women asks, and Ollie has to forcefully contain a squeal. She looks at him weirdly.

"I'm sorry, it's just that, well your captain Lizzie!" His smiles. "But um, I'm Oliver, call me Ollie."

She nods. "Right, how do you know me?"

He grins wider. (if that's even possible) "I know all of you! Dad told me stories."

"You keep saying dad, do you mean Chip?" Jay asks.

Ollie doesn't have a chance to answer, because the door opens.

He jumps up. "That's him!"

He rushes to the main hallway.

Chip pushes the door closed. His long brown hair is tied behind his hair, and his bangs are held back with a bandana. He's still in his uniform, (a dark green shirt and brown pants) and looks tired.

He always looks tired these days.

He smiles at Ollie, his warm brown eyes sparkling. "Hey kiddo! Did you get your homework done?"

The young boy bounces up and down on his feet. "No! But I, I have a good reason!"

Chip chuckles. "Yeah?"

There's the sound of footsteps, and Lizzie appears in the arch from the main hall to the dining room. "Chip?" Her voice sounds, small. She doesn't like it.

Chip stares at her, then looks back at Ollie. "Ollie, go to your room."

"But-"

"You can talk with them later. Go to your room."

The small boy groans, but goes to his room all the same. Chip turns to his sister with a sigh.

"Right, how did you find us?"

That was a loaded question.

"The others are in the dining room, we'll talk there." Lizzie says, trying to calm herself and get some semblance of control over the situation.

H Nods and follows her to the dining table, Jay looks up and stifles a gasp. "Shit Chip it's really you!"

"Hm? Oh, yeah it is." He looks up, but looks away when he meets Jay's eyes. "How did you find us? Well me, how did you find me?"

Lizzie slides him a letter. "Gill found this when we visited-"

"Allport." Chip mutters, snatching the envelope. "I sent this right after we got out but that was years ago."

"One, you left two years ago, it's not that long ago, and two, what do you mean got out?"

Chip looks up, confused. "You guys don't think I willingly left, do you?"

Right so yes, I'm sorry, I left you there. Uh, if anyone actually wants more I'll post pt 2. So uh, yeah. Love you guys so so much!!

#◞◟faithfully yours 🍂#◞◟faithfully yours 🍂 fanfictions #Jrwi #writing #writer #fish n chips #jrwi show #jrwi riptide #just roll with it #jrwi spoilers #(Kinda)#jrwi fanfiction #jrwi fandom #jrwi fish and chips #jrwi fic #jrwi jay #jrwi chip #jrwi gillion #jrwi ollie

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prisonguards · 1 year

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I am sending this ask because I need something to distract me while I am out of internet so feel free to ignore, or delete this. So hi! It's the person who mentioned the smallidarity life series partners thing and I am being pushy by just saying it now LOL

I think if they teamed up for a series, it would start with them finding each other and Jimmy wanting to team. Joel would light heartedly half joke about how he'll do it but only to show he's clearly the Superior player in the series bc he will be the first to MAKE SURE Jimmy doesn't die first as his partner.

They'd build a base together and Jimmy would be dragged into conflict after conflict because Joel likes to cause problems but Joel will come running to help him if HE causes problems too even if he's "late" (he was there as soon as Jimmy called) and complains about needing to save Jimmy from himself afterwards.

They are both loyal, but I think Jimmy is more loyal in the sense that I don't think he'd be capable of betraying Joel or hurting him in a way that matters while I can imagine Joel choosing to betray Jimmy but ONLY if it will garuntee him a win or at the very least something as valuable as a life when he needs it. [Joel is attached though. No matter what, he'd be so very attached despite his best efforts not to be.]

Jimmy dies first. I know Joel was the reason for at least one of Jimmy's deaths. Whether he lost his final life because of himself or because of Joel doesn't matter. Joel will be upset either way, and he will kill whoever caused Jimmy's death directly. And if he did it to himself, then he will kill whoever took any of Jimmy's other lives as revenge. He'd be a lone wolf for the rest of the series and while he may make an alliance of obligation with other reds or other non reds, he will never be loyal or attached to them like he was Jimmy.

Every episode he does without Jimmy will be spent making jokes about him while also simultaneously missing him and admitting to it on the very rare occassions. I don't think Joel would win but if he did, it'd be bittersweet I think. He won, he's happy, he kills himself to join his little buddy in the afterlife.

OH PLEAAASEEE. my internet was. SO BAD when I got your ask and I prommy I tried to answer it SUPER enthusiastically but it got eaten. twice. because of the bad data and then I forgot to answer it when I had better connection cause Im so scatterbrained. AND THEN I got back from vacation and got swamped with work and couldnt finish replying but seriously I could nawt want anything more. Life Series Smallidarity is my evvvveeeerything they mean. SO SO SO fucking much to me. you and your thoughts are ALWAYS ALWAAYYYYYSS so so so fucking welcome here in my inbox. PLEASE.... I adore them

ALLLLLL OF THIS IS SO GOOD AND SOOO REAL. you know them Perfectly. this all feels so so real. I need this more than anythiiing next season. I really do. I just MMMMNNGNMMMNG. you got them so perfect Im gonna SOB. I think they would meet eachother First again too. Like Joel is the first player Jimmy sees all season, and yup. they do their whole spiel where Jimmy asks something of Joel but this time Joel accepts it— its only to prove hes so much better than everyone else, than Scott and Tango and the whole goddamn Southlands because hes the fucking best and hell keep Jimmy by his side and alive when they couldnt.

They really would cause. soooo many problems. Joel is. Always so annoying (endearing) and so fighty and shitty and when Jimmy gets a little touch of confidence and ego hes SUCH a shithead too. theyd talk their way into a lot of problems theyd have to fight (or cowardly scurry) their way out of.

dunno if this is as realistic/in character but thinking abt Joel being the first red name again, or an early one. through either his own overconfident idiocy or. even. semi on purpose so he can be a violent mess. but they ignore the red rules and him and Jimmy stay allied. maybe Joel claims he keeps attacking Jimmy and trying to chase him off, but its not working. Jimmys too stupid (read; too loyal) to keep his distance. just the vibes of that 3rd Life era red x yellow/green allyship combined with Joels insane longevity and threat level as a red name in Last Life.

anon. anon I am speaking directly into your ear you have no idea how insane Joel post Jimmy death makes me. Joel expressing his loss and mourning through vengeance even if its (at least partially) his fault OOOOOOOHHHH. OOOOH OH. you get HIM and you get ME. the joking about him in his absence intercut with genuine care and missing him. when he does that it drives me CRAZY it would be even more batshittttt if they were direct allies

HE WON... HES HAPPY... HE KILLS HIMSELF TO JOIN HIS LITTLE BUDDY IN THE AFTERLIFE.... ANON YOU BROKE MY FUCKING HEARTTTTT. I think a Jimmy first dead and a Joel win while theyre allied would be INSANITY it would be PEAK thematic yumminess. especially with Joel being responsible for taking one of Jimmys lives. oooooh you have to sacrifice what means the most to you to win. this is a cruel fucking game and only loss and sacrifice and loneliness wins it for you.

anon you have made me do something drastic. help.

HELP

(I have started a traffic smallidarity PMV)

anyway silliness aside youve really got to the heart of why they would be suuuch a powerful and heart wrenching team and why I love traffic smallidarity so much. all of this is so real and canon feeling because so much of it has. happened before. even with them being only loose allies and there being. so little content technically. theres just so much potential there and if they were teamed it would be amped up even more and absolutely destroy me. anon I have been rotating everything you said and the traffic smallidarity possibilities in general in my head since I got this, youve really made my week (SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG I HATE BEING BUSY,,,,) and you really have such an excellent read on themmm, this is why traffic smallidarity is still my fav and what got me crazy abt them. augh. me when theres Them.

#smallidarity #prisspeaks #prismakes #asks #life series anon

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madame-mongoose · 1 year

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local follower that barely interacts with you until now:

I Feel bad for your situation with all the comments from some anons you're getting. But I can agree with you on a slight lower level. I love DCA, the fics, drawings & all, yet sometimes I question how the hell we got from a goofy looking DCA character from security to very, & I mean very suggestive stuff. It doesn't bother me, but yeah, I understand your reasons.

I apologize that this is happening to you when you are only giving out your opinions. Continue on your journey here on Tumblr, Twitter, and any other places. I've love your creations on art for a while, so continue & have fun!

Sorry if i didn't fully understand here & there, i had just found your post on the suggestive stuff but haven't fully read it yet :')

-G/A

Thanks for the kind words!! Unfortunately it's hard to understand what people mean over the internet. I think it also doesn't help that I leave a lot of comments in the tags akhdjs. Like for example saying one of the reasons it makes me uncomfortable is bc everything is very catered to people who are attracted to men and so they make the DCA masculine in a very cis man way. Which leads to my uncomfortable feelings as a lesbian. Which are my feelings alone and I understand that I'm an outlier in the fandom so a lot of posts ARENT for me. Honestly I just want it all to go away already so I won't be answering any more asks about it. Thanks again hun!!! I prommy I'll get back to creating as soon as I get motivation 😅

#it might be cars fanart #so im sorry in advance #monnie answers

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antihibikase-archive · 8 months

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78 N 53!!!! FOR THE PKMN ASK GAME!!!!!!!!! and maybe assigning more pokemon too..? :3 i know we did that already but <3 auauauuauauauau

I LOVE THAT YOU LOVE GEN 7 ITS ONE OF MY FAVORITE GAMES I LOVE!!!!!!! IT!!!!! 💕

Hi Kaz!! I saw your other ask, but haven't had time to check the songs you reccomended, but I prommy I'll check it soon!! Sorry I'm answering soooo late! x[

78. least favorite eeveelution

They're all so cute, but .. admittedly, I never got the hype around Umbreon JKSHAJKSHAK IDK . I always preferred Espeon, and while its true Umbreon has a pretty shiny ... idk, out of all the others, Umbreon is just the one I would pick. Last. I think.

53. favorite dragon type

I mentioned that I don't use dragons all that much, but my favorite ones are the Goodra line! Particularly Goomy. <3

ALSO OF COURSE if I recall correctly, I assigned you Luvdisc, Brionne, and Whismur!

Here's some other Pokemon that remind me of you!

I don't know why Pidgey popped into my mind when I thought of you, but Applin has the same reasoning as Luvdisc- giving to people you like = kinda similar to the time you traded bracelets with people from a concert! Also its probably because of the colors of your avatar + the story you mentioned when your parent bought a caterpillar so. Fuzzy worm thing (ferret) for you <3

#Ask #Pokemon #GIF #((Thank you for always sending asks Kaz!! I super appreciate it! :] ))

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deathbars · 2 years

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I hope your recovery goes well ! I'm also getting my wisdom teeth out soon (2 in october and 2 in february). Thanks for the keychains pic !!

🥴 coping rn aha good luck dont be afraid 2 take ur pills and also live ! I prommy I'll find that other keychain someday n answer that other ask lole

#ask #anon #anonymous ask #medicine #wisdom teeth

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tsui-no-sora · 2 years

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Hi I'm bored do you have anything to talk about.

Hi sorry I'm taking so long to answer your asks I will get to all of them soon I prommy I'm just very overwhelmed and busy with school stuff right now

But I'm currently thinking about this is totally not just my own headcanon/AU that I already wrote a full multi chapered fic about already totally no nope at all

C!Dream c!Techno and c!Wilbur all growing up together, I really like the idea of the MAD Duo being childhood friends and I have never forgotten that c!Wilbur said that besides c!Tommy at first the only person he knew on the server was c!Dream himself

I'm always thinking how everybody there are c!Dream's close friends that he invited in and I really wanna know how they all know each other

#hi Percy #I'm always having thoughts #beloved's asks #percy tag

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tsotc · 1 year

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may i ask what the great experiment of biology referred to in tags was? - 🩰

hi hello this is easy enough to answer whilst im working on stuff i prommy ill get to your other questions soon but

because charon is old as fuck and should be dead, when it was in the seat of halmarut there was a lot less regulation in place to stop the autistic girlies from fixating so hard on their work that they accidentally end the world. This Obviously Didn't Get Fixed Either But It Was Worse back then i think.

Charon is a botanist and has been since it emerged from the star. One of its old passion projects was an attempt at preserving the life of a concept it had made for as long as possible, essentially voiding the natural order of death and rebirth and creating something that was "immortal" so to speak. It was an apple tree, mostly as reference to my non xiv oc verse malus and also as a reference to "original sin" or some shit. it was deemed a success by both charon and the other words of halmarut as neither the tree itself or the fruit it bore would decay or rot. Cracks started to show in the veneer of the project so to speak and over time, as the tree should have died (which would have been long after most of the original hands charon had had on the project had either returned to the star or left the department through other means) it became evident that it was leeching aether from everything around it to survive.

The exent to which it had been syphoning aether was initially thought to be extremely low and harmless but as more and more time progressed this "harmless" amount turned into the greenhouse the tree and its roots were housed in turning to ash from the sheer weight and strain it was placing on its surroundings. It eventually got to the point where in no living body could safely enter the building for threat of being completely consumed.

Charon's final act as seat of Halmarut was to seal the greenhouse behind Multiple extremely potent wards and to destroy all of the research that had lead to the creation of the tree in the first place. When the final ward was in place and the final papers burnt (which involved A LOT of string pulling at multiple beareus but ahgh charon has its fingers in many, many pots and a lot of people owe it favours because of its habit of lending a hand wherever possible) it actively resigned whilst not really telling anyone of why. The other convocation members very much knew something was wrong but didn't ask nor prod because Charon tended to get Very Quiet when the topic was mentioned or just hand waved it with "ahhh i just needed a change of pace, i've been in that stuffy old place for far too long you know?" or something along those lines.

Charon itself vanished from public eye after its proposed return to the star failed as it were and its soul was repurposed unwillingly into a puppet of the aetherial sea to keep her company, its research and passion project being burnt and destroyed for the most part doing nothing but aid the idea of it being quietly forgetten.

Eros, however, found one of the few remaining scraps of knowledge about the tree in extremely old corners of the words of Halmarut's archives and became transfixed on the idea of cheating death. Hy worked hys way up the ranks until eventually becoming trusted enough to learn about the mysterious wards left in the deepest darkest area of the building and slowly put the pieces together hymself. Up until the final days hy worked tirelessly to attempt to crack Charon's magicks and see the tree for hymself, to repurpose and "fix" its attempts at attaining immortality through any means nessecary - ultimately the end of the world came before hy could even breach the first ward.

Asmodeus Lovewright (legally known as Allister Meadows of the Meadows family) is at present a prolific doctor and sweetheart who lives in Ishgard and works to heal the sick of many diseases. Sspecialising in diseases of Aether, hys ultimate end goal is defeating death itself. Hy's an outwardly sweet and caring man with a great reputation of helping the poor and the sickly regardless of their material circimstances. An Archon too (graduated the studium at a remarkably young age, hys father works as a teacher there) but it's very much a front. If asmo doesn't find you interesting from a scientific perspective hy often pretends you don't exist in private settings, incredibly dedicated to hys work to the point of self mutilation and experimentation to further hys goals. Famously helped to curb and cure a very, very dangerous disease that ran rampant through the brume during the Dragonsong war, was subsequently the one who created and released it in the first place. Cruel and sadistic, taking a lot of glee in the suffering of others ESPECIALLY if it's something hy can use to further hys own goals. Get a bit yandere with it or something (I HAVE BPD. I CAN DO THIS I PROMISE.) Hys a fucking freak and i want to throw hym against a wall so hard.

#oc tag #🩰anon #ask

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ghost-go-roasty-mctoasty · 3 years

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Seggsy werewolf dean and his feral little brain thinking sammy is his mate

That is his mate! That's his best friend! His life partner! (I come from a land down under)

No wait

Oh crap now I have to write a fic skdjaksma

Dean gets cursed by a witch 🙏

"Cass please, get your ass down here before I kill myself." Sam looked up desperately, hoping the angel would answer him. He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed dramatically as he stood there, running his hands through his hair.

"Alright, that's it, I'm killing myself." He started to walk up the bunker stairs but stopped short when he heard deans voice. "Hey dean." He greeted through a clenched jaw. He heard dean sigh. "Oh c'mon Sammy don't be like that."

Sam gripped the railing so he wouldn't go over there and tackle dean.

All this started a week ago. They were in a diner eating lunch, dean kept hitting on the waitress and was obviously annoying her. Turns out the waitress was a witch. They had killed her but her stupid curse stayed, and Sam was about five minutes away from killing himself, and then dean.

At first it was fine, dean was just more cuddly. The hugs would last longer, the stares would too, and when dean hugged him Sam swore he was sniffing his hair.

But Sam didn't mind, honestly he liked the extra affection. But it all went down hill about four days ago.

Sam walked into his room after a long day of research. He was just gonna throw himself into bed and relax, but dean was in his room, going through his wardrobe.

"Dean, what are you doing in my room?" Sam asked, raising an eyebrow. He seemed to have caught the hunter in surprise, because he jumped about a foot in the air and backed away from Sam's clothes like they were radioactive.

"Ah, nothing." Dean said and ran out of the room, avoiding Sam's eye contact.

Turns out dean was rubbing his hands, and, other parts of his body over Sam's clothes, trying to get his 'scent' on them. Sam wasn't even that mad. They shared clothes anyway so half of his shirts already smelled like dean. It was a little weird, but not that bad.

It got worse.

Two days ago Sam was sitting in the library, reading a book and was just in his own little world, he didn't even hear dean walk in. But he did feel him.

Dean walked up to Sam and started sniffing his butt. Yep. He was sniffing his brothers butt. Sam yelled out in surprise and almost hit dean with his book. Dean ran out of there without even looking guilty.

Now, dean wouldn't let Sam out of his sight. He would sit with him in the library, follow him to the kitchen, wait outside when he was in the bathroom (it was the only privacy that Sam got all day), and once Sam woke up with dean wrapped around him. Dean made him breakfast that day as an apology.

Sam finally let go of the railing and sucked in a breath to calm himself down. "We need to fix you." Sam said walking back down the stairs. "Before you start humping me." Dean looked away with a guilty look on his face, Sam prayed once more to cass.

He never showed up.

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lostjulys · 2 years

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wil wil wil i Need to draw something from o nazarene so fucking badly but i am literally unable to choose something, give me ur favorite line

oh SHIT youre putting me on the spot. um um um. umb. draw themb hugging. right outside the diner. yeah >:}

#also your other ask.......SOBS. U ARE SO KIND IVE BEEN THINKING ABT THAT ALL DAY. i prommy i iwll answer it soon ouhg.h :(( /pos #finn tag!

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annabethy · 3 years

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under the mistletoe, watching the fire glow day 10: pen pal

Character A and Character B both sign up for a Christmas Pen Pal project to exchange post cards,, percabeth. not just letters I promise

01/04/2008

Hi! My name’s A, and I’m eight years old. Well, my name isn’t actually A, but I don’t know you yet so I can’t tell you my real name. I don’t know your name, and you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.

I don’t know why I’m doing this whole pen pal thing. I just thought it would be fun, but I don’t really know what to expect either. I guess I should tell you a little bit about myself.

My favorite color is grey, like my eyes. I like to read a lot too. I don’t have many friends, but that’s just because I don’t like talking to people. They start to talk, and it makes me feel like I want to hit them, so I prefer to just be by myself. I wouldn’t mind being your friend, though. I don’t have to hear you talk.

Hope I get your response soon! Goodbye until then!

Love, A.

01/27/2008

Dear A,

I guess you can call me P then. I’m eight years old too, so that’s cool! We’re practically best friends already. I’m doing the pen pal thing because my teacher says I should practice writing. I’m not very good at writing, but I promiss prommis promise I’ll get better for you!

I like to swim. The water is cold where I live, but I still go in anyways. My mom says I’ll get hypothermia, but I do it anyways because it’s fun. I wonder if you like the water too? You’re crazy if you don’t, but it’s okay. I’ll be your friend anyways. I have one friend, but I don’t really like them very much. They’re mean to me a lot. You seem much nicer.

I’m so excited to get to talk to you!

From P :)

05/07/2012

Hey, P! It’s been a couple of months since we spoke. I’ve missed my mystery-stranger-pen-pal-person. Hope you’re doing well.

Honestly, not much has happened with me. It’s the end of sixth grade, thank god. I actually hate all of my teachers. Especially the history one. She makes something that could be so interesting so dull, and it’s upsetting. There’s so much to tell about the past, and she’s ruining it. I’d consider saying something to her, but you know how it is.

I’ll just complain to you instead ;)

I remember you said you were applying to the swim team, and I think that’s so exciting! I know the try-outs passed, so let me know if you got in! (and if you didn’t, don’t worry about it. You don’t need to explain it to me if you don’t want to.)

Anyways, eagerly awaiting your response (but not that eagerly. It’ll be a couple of weeks, if not more.)

Love, A.

05/20/2012

A! I’m insulted that you would think I didn’t make it onto the swim team. I am one with the fish. I am living my dream of swimming around the water like a turtle. It’s been pretty fun actually, except for when I ran into a wall and nearly bust my head open months ago. We don’t like to speak of that moment.

And yes, your history teacher is absolutely bizzare bizarre. I’m not the best with grades and spelling (clearly. I mean, look at my spelling of “bizarre”) but history is one of my better subjects, surprisingly. I think that it’s because the past is so important. My mom always likes to tell me that without the past, we wouldn’t learn for the future, so I try to pay attention to that class. I’m sorry you don’t like it :(

I really missed talking to you too. I don’t even know your name (cue frown), but I feel like I’ve known you my entire life. A person I can talk to when there’s no one else.

You’re my best friend (though I do love the term “mystery-stranger-pen-pal person).

Sincerely, P.

10/7/2016

P! Get ready for my rant because I’m about to go off, and you’re going to listen.

People always say that you lose friends sophomore year. I didn’t think that was true. BOY, was I wrong. I’ve lost, like, twenty friends. I thought I’d be more upset about it, but honestly, I’m relieved. They always made me feel excluded, and without them, I’m not going home near tears every day.

I did meet a guy. His name is Luke, and he’s a junior. We’re not dating, but I wouldn’t mind it if we did. Not that I think it’ll ever happen because I’m too focused on school, but it would be nice to at least be friends. He’s really nice.

Also! The last letter was two months ago (?) and you said your school placed second in the state competition! Does that mean you’re going to nationals?

If you are, I am so proud of you. You seriously have to let me know how that goes.

Until next time.

Love, A.

10/27/2016

A, my love!

As your best friend, I am obligated to say that you must not let the man be an obstacle to your schoolwork. I say this because I want you to do well. (Also because I’m in love with you)

Really though, I’m happy for you. I hope everything works out and you’re happy. That’s all that matters.

As for the sophomore thing, I felt that. I’ve never had all that many friends, but a lot of them changed. Change isn’t a bad thing I guess, but I wasn’t willing to stick around for them destroying themselves, so I didn’t. I’m always here if you need me.

(And I did place at states! Nationals was actually a few weeks ago! I didn’t place there, but I apparently got pretty close, which is awesome)

Love, P.

04/03/2017

A! It’s been a while. I haven’t heard from you since October, and I just wanted to make sure you’re okay. Is that weird? I don’t know you but I’m checking in?

Oh well. I just really missed you. Not much has happened. Just wanted to say hi. Hope all is well.

Love, P.

12/25/2017

A! Babes! Where are you? I’ve sent a few letters but haven’t gotten any responses. You’re kind of scaring me haha. Is it something I said?

I totally get if you don’t want to do this anymore, but just let me know please? I’m checking the mail every day and I keep getting more and more worried, so… Just let me know, please.

I miss you.

Love, P.

06/01/2018

Dear A,

You never responded to any of my last letter. I get the feeling you’re not going to respond anymore, so I guess this is my last letter.

I graduated. Finally. It was a struggle, but I managed to bring my grades up. I even got accepted to a pretty good school. It’s not Ivy League, like I’m sure you got into. You’ve always been so smart.

I’m going to school in New York. I don’t think I’ve ever told you that in any of the 126 letters we’ve sent. I counted.

Anyways, I just really miss you. I hope you’re okay, and I really wish you the best.

My name’s Percy by the way.

Love, Percy.

12/24/2023

Percy jumps as his girlfriend wraps her arms around his shoulder and nips at his ear. He turns and gives her a playful look.

“You want to take me to the ground?” he asks.

Annabeth rolls her eyes, sliding her hand into his. She feels really warm, even in the cold air outside of Rockefeller Center. “I’m not that heavy.”

“What if I told you you’re wrong?”

“You would get no more kisses for today.”

“Oh, we can’t have that.” Percy’s arms slide to wrap around her waist and tug her closer to his. She doesn’t resist, hugging him back. Percy nudges her jaw with his nose until she turns her face up so he can kiss her. “You’re not heavy at all. Super light, actually.”

She hums, kissing him again. “Good answer.”

Percy laughs, letting him detangle himself from her. His hand goes back to hers, and they begin walking around the plaza, taking in the beautiful decorations. It’s really pretty outside. He’s always had a thing for Christmas and its sparkling lights. He loves the smell of the pine trees and the feel of the light snowflakes against his face.

Annabeth swings her hands between them, and he thinks she looks so cute with her hair down in the cold and nose turned red that he can’t help but kiss her on the cheek.

Percy catches sight of a large sign at a random booth sitting along the edge of one of the buildings. It’s decorated horribly in the most adorable way — no doubt done by children. It’s what it reads that really makes him doubletake.

He just barely manages to make out the words, Christmas Pen Pal Exchange.

It makes his heart ache. He hasn’t heard from A since sophomore year of high school when he was sixteen. He’s twenty-three now. He can’t believe it’s this close to ten years since he heard from her.

He misses her so much. It’s not that he necessarily needed her because he has Annabeth, and he wouldn’t trade that for the world. He’s in love with Annabeth. He thinks he’s going to marry her someday.

A helped him get through difficult times. He wishes he could at least know that she was okay, or why she stopped talking to him. He doesn’t care why it happened anymore. He just wants to know, and to tell her things he was always too scared to say.

Annabeth bumps his shoulder as they pass the booth. “You okay?”

Percy swallows the small lump in his throat that formed. “I’m okay.”

“You sure? You look like you’re about to cry.”

A part of Percy doesn’t want to tell her. He wants to keep it to himself because he has for so long. What he and A had was different.

The other part, and the bigger part, does want to tell Annabeth. He loves her and wants her to know every piece of him. Annabeth is Percy’s best friend now, and there’s no reason for him to keep something like this for her.

“It’s just.” Percy pauses, looking over his shoulder at the booth. “I did one of those when I was young.”

He expects her to tease him, so he’s surprised when she says, “I did too.”

Percy looks at her. “You did?”

“Yeah. I was eight, I think.”

Percy breaks into a smile. “So you were that kid with no friends in elementary.”

“Okay, mister, you wrote them too.”

“That’s how I know you were a loser back then. I was too.”

“A match made in heaven,” she says, wrapping herself in his arms to block the wind that’s begun to blow harder. “Do you still talk to them?”

“Not anymore,” he admits. “We just stopped talking.”

“Aw. Why?”

Percy breathes deeply. “I’m honestly not sure. She just stopped talking to me.”

“What an ass,” Annabeth says.

“Right?” Percy laughs slightly. “I miss her, to be honest. Is that weird? I just used to talk to her all the time, and then — nothing.”

“It’s not weird at all,” she tells him, snuggling her face into the crook of his neck. “I miss mine too.”

“Why’d you stop talking?”

“I moved here. I lost their address, and I got a new one. It just didn’t work after that.” She smiles, thinking of a fond memory. “They used to call me their best friend. The only one I had.”

Percy turns his nose up. “Well now you have me, so forget that guy. No man dares hurt my baby.”

“If I ever meet them, promise to beat their ass.”

“I’ll do my best,” he promises.

“What was their name?” she asks. “Of your pen pal?”

“I never found out,” he says. “She didn’t tell me her name. Only that it started with an A, so I called myself P, and we just kind of went on like that.”

The atmosphere suddenly turns cold as Annabeth stiffens in his arms.

“What is it?” he asks.

“You called yourself P? And the other person was A?”

Percy thinks to confirm before saying, “Yes. Why?”

“Did this person also meet a guy named Luke?”

Percy pulls away slightly. “How did you know that?”

“And you told them about your love for history at one point?” Percy suddenly feels lightheaded. “Annabeth…”

Annabeth’s lower lip trembled, and when she speaks, it comes out cracked. “I’m A.”

It hits him like a train, and Percy suddenly can’t breathe. His mouth opens for air, but his lungs fail him. His mind races, he doesn’t know what to say, and he feels like he’s going to pass out, and… “Oh my god,” is all he manages.

“Percy.”

“You’re A.”

Tears are falling from her eyes, and he doesn’t know how to feel. He doesn’t feel anything at all at first. It’s a weight off his chest, and he’s finally able to take a wrangled breath as it settles inside him. He feels something dripping down his face and realizes it’s tears.

He feels like he should be mad, but he’s not. He can’t be mad at Annabeth because he loves her so much, and he knows what happened, and it’s not her fault, and it’s not his either, and he’s in love with her.

Percy tugs her close. He doesn’t kiss her because right now, this is him seeing A again. His face is in his neck, and he can hear her sobs, and he’s sure his are just as bad. He pulls away, and he lets himself kiss her this time.

“I missed you so much,” he whispers into the kiss. He can taste the tears falling, but he pays it no attention. “I missed you, and I love you so much.”

“I’m sorry,” is what she says.

“Don’t,” he says, pulling away sharply. His voice is wobbly. “This is not your fault.”

Annabeth whimpers. “It feels like it.”

“It doesn’t matter. We found each other, and that’s all that matters, okay?” He wipes the tears from her face gently and kisses her forehead. “We found each other.”

“A twisted way of fate.”

Percy lets out a wet laugh. “It is, but it’s okay.”

“I love you,” she whispers.

There’s so much he wants to say back, but he would never have enough time to say it. “I love you too, mystery-stranger-pen-pal-person,” he whispers. He stays like that, her wrapped in his arms, and he doesn’t know how much time passes like this.

He kisses her, but this time it is as more than her boyfriend.

They are P and A.

Percy and Annabeth.

They are best friends and lovers in one.

He’s going to marry her. His best friend.

Percy and Annabeth.

P and A.

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