#gotta get these tags ready btw..

[warriorcats-stimboards]

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🐾 Get to know the warrior! 🐾

Hello~ Warm welcome to my warrior's blog. Get yourself comfortable around here! Currently this is my "only" blog that i'm the most active in!

You can call me ... : Hattie or Stomp! (names may be updated)

You can refer to me as ... : He/her, they/them, i'm figuring out my pronouns!

My hobbies are ... : Drawing, reading, quadrobics, baking, listening to music, learning about plants, roleplaying, making stimboards and sleeping!

Do not interact if ... : I do not have a specified dni set, but if i feel the need to block you i will! All problematic users will be blocked. I am A MINOR! So beware! This is a sfw-only space!

My favorite stims are ... : fursuit, paw, bird, nature & shiny stims!

More info ... : warrior cats gen, warrior cats gen 2

🐾 What can you ask for? 🐾

Note: I do have the right to reject your request if i feel the need to!

Note 2: When can you ask? If my ask button says "Let's hunt together!" that means my REQUESTS ARE OPEN! Asks that are too offtopic/i won't do in my askbox is usually deleted.

Stimboards Name stimboards Small little talks w/ me about warriors! (no controversy asks) (MAY BE UPDATED!)

🐾 What do you need to put in your ask if you wanna request something? 🐾

You will need to specify what you want in your ask! Don't be afraid if you're very precise! If you want something like a warriors' stimboard, please specify stuff like who's design you want me to use! Tell me what to exclude! Tell me what you want in your stimboard! I do not mind at all, i want my ask(ers?) to be happy with their result! :D Overall, to simplify, tell me stuff like "i don't want slime, hands, insects, ect. in the stimboard"! Or "i would like this theme and these things included!". It will be easier for both me & you to know what to do in that case.

🐾 Mods & anons 🐾

There are currently no mods! This is a one-person blog. I will start tagging my posts if this blog start getting managed by multiple people.

🐾 anon tag list 🐾

These are the taken tags! You may not use them unless you are the person who has claimed that specific tag.

Kindly ask me in the askbox to claim a tag!

Will be updated once someone has claimed a tag!

🐾 Tags used in this blog 🐾

This is a list of tags i will use for my posts!

#hattie reblogs 🦌 - reblogged posts that are not mine will be labeled with this tag! #hatties stimboards 🌿 - stimboard posts that are mine will be labeled with this tag! #hatties warrior rambles ⭐ - posts that are basically me talking about something/answering an ask that's about warriors will be labeled with this tag! #hatties name stimboards 🐈 - stimboard posts that are for people that have asked for a name stimboard will be labeled with this tag! #hatties asks 💗 - stuff that aren't mine but i've requested from other people will be labeled with this tag! #hatties fav tag 🐺 - stuff that may or not be mine but posts i overall like will be labeled with this tag!

#hatties offtopic post 🌦️ - offtopic posts of mine will be labeled with this tag!

#hatties gifs 🎨 - videos i've gif:fed will be labeled with this tag!

#hatties stamps 🌈 - f2u stamps i’ve made! both static and gifs versions, these posts will be labeled with this tag! (MORE TAGS MAY BE ADDED/UPDATED)

Warrior cats stimboard list | i might move to carrd with the lists because google docs are really messing around with me

That's it for now! I might update this from time to time. For now, enjoy my blog! - Also, please let me know if you want a trigger/tw/cw list!

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#blog intro #pinned post #gotta get these tags ready btw.. #hattie reblogs 🦌 #hatties gifs 🎨 #hatties stamps 🌈 #hatties stimboards 🌿 #hatties warrior rambles ⭐ #hatties name stimboards 🐈 #hatties asks 💗 #hatties fav tag 🐺 #hatties offtopic post 🌦️ #anon list #mod list #warrior cats blog #therian #let me know if y'all want me to tw anythhing!! #ask me stuff please!!

[kagooleo]

johto’s champion and chronicler for the deity of the ilex shrine, it’s lyra!🌿

this one took me a while due to trying out different techniques (studying a Lot of art nouveau) and making a couple changes to her outfit (the details help), but I’d like to think she’s learned a lot in her journey and wanted to reflect her experience more in her champion fit

her specialty would be in fairy types and her meganium’s divergent evolution is grass/fairy 🧚🪷

and a bonus w/ the johto gang after the photoshoot!

#kagarts #trainer lyra #meganium #pokemon hgss #get ready for a bigass tag wall again HYAH #her team picks are meganium (grass/fairy + shiny!) azumarill togekiss alola ninetales gardevoir and clefable (mega evolves for fairy/steel) #terrains and high sp atk + statuses galore + her dino can cause a stronger confusion (like toxic w badly poisoned but its w/ Bad headaches) #i'll probably make changes as i go design wise for meganium but colors were inspo from sampaguita flowers #the flower's associated with true friendship and utilized in medicines or given as good gestures in various traditions and celebrations #and also bc she's 🇵🇭 babey!!!!!!!! i'm slapping all my favs w the pinoy beam and not even the dinos are safe >:] #since her dino is shiny a lot of the colors are just a few color diffs where the little orbs are + warmer tones. gotta make a ref sometime #not sure if I should tag the others bc the focus is on her. but the quartet always pulls thru for each other #i like thinking silver gets comfortable enough to be the friend that's “s'cuse you my Friend asked for No pickles” #silver in line picking up her food like “yeah yeah i know her and btw that’s CHAMPION lyra to you. YES she ordered a strawberry shake” #both of their meganiums are Best friends and silver likely uses his dino when you rematch him (and his would beee grass/dragon) #calling this piece Done though oh my god this semester has been nuts. don't wanna take any longer on a single piece or i'm eating tree bark #tumblr's gonna kill the quality on it but idgaf im Done. i need to tidy up my sheezy now

[the-obnoxious-sibling]

i love how flexible the concept of a roleswap can be. if i swap reigen and serizawa, am i changing which one is psychic? which one is a liar? which one is mob's mentor? which one went viral on twitter? which one used to be a shut-in? a terrorist? a water cooler salesman?

what roles do they occupy that i want to study like a bug under my magnifying glass?

but also: what is "role" and what is "character"? if i swap all of these things, what if anything is left of the original characters that makes the swap interesting? is it just aesthetics left at that point (i.e. only visually distinct) or is there still something different about the story you'd tell with them?

what is it that makes reigen essentially reigen, that you couldn't replace without making him unrecognizable? is it the same type of quality that makes serizawa essentially serizawa?

#i don't have good answers to those char vs role questions which is why i love thinking about them. ship of theseus with character traits. #as to the first qs: the roleswap I'm currently rotating in my head is a poorly-adjusted mentor/well-adjusted ex-terrorist swap #and i gotta say making serizawa More Of A Mess is fun (some men will mentor a child instead of going to therapy) #but not half as fun as reigen bullying serizawa into starting a psychic business in order to get himself hired there #'hey! incredibly powerful psychic i just met! (yw for saving ur life btw.) why tf are u a neet? w ur powers u should be raking in the cash! #oh i see... you don't have a business degree or any management experience... if only you knew a guy with both who just quit his job...' #and then he just 👀 at seri until the poor guy awkwardly provides the prompted 'uh... like you?' response. #'oh hey gr8 idea! so ill have the business incorporation documents ready for you to sign... monday?' 'what' 'AWESOME see u then boss~' '??' #GOD giving reigen the third act bad guy intro -> mob-induced 180 -> Productive Member of Society arc makes him hysterically funny to me #i guess i should tag this if only so i can find it again later #mob psycho 100 #reigen arataka #serizawa katsuya #notfic

[spacebarbarianweird]

OK OK you just gotta hear me on this one,, Astarion and gn reader where reader is little spoon and Astarion can *sense* just how relaxed reader gets. Instead of their pulse racing from his touches they slow down. Muscles relaxed. Happy little sighs.

^^ he can’t handle this btw he’s absolutely fucking bewildered

A Person to Hold

Synopsis: Fluffy post-game epilogue

Tags: fluff

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Headcanons

He looks at you, unable to stop smiling.

"They deserve happiness. We all do. And I will forever be grateful to have found it with you," Astarion says.

You make a step forward with open arms. Astarion hugs you, closing his eyes like a content cat. 

A mere half year ago these hugs scared him. It was weird. It was scary. What did you want? Did you want to hurt him? Did you want his body?

No.

None of that.

You taught him not to be afraid. You hug him daily and if he occasionally flinches you don’t let him go. You hold him in your arms when he has nightmares and kiss away his tears when it's just too much.

"I feel bad keeping you all to myself! After all, I get to see you every night."

"Are you sure? You won't be bored?"

You kiss his cheek and leave. In a few seconds, you look back, trying to see if he hasn’t changed his mind. 

"Darling, I can spend some time with myself. Go on, go and mingle. And I will be there, when you’re ready. I will always be here, my love."

He hasn’t. Astarion sits down beside a campfire sensing its warmth.

He doesn't feel like talking. He didn't manage to make friends with the others and now can sense hostility from them. He is a vampire. His strength isn’t suppressed by the tadpole and apparently once the vampire's master is dead, spawns become lesser vampires. Astarion doesn't feel the difference, to be honest, but he knows people feel something is off with him.

Well, it doesn't matter. What matters is that he feels good. He has never thought his head might be so clear. He can make a working ambush plan in a blink of an eye and it won't lead to a disaster because he actually can think everything through. He can walk on ceilings and walls again, he regenerates before you manage to notice he is wounded. 

He has the world to explore, places to see, things to do. He is going to make up for all these decades of misery, to bury them under the pile of happy memories.

And he has you.

Probably the weirdest thing that could happen to him.

You, who forgave his lies and manipulations, who gave him the second chance when it was the stupidest thing to do. Who made him believe the world isn’t an evil place. 

You are the first person he sees when returns from his reverie. Your breathing soothes him, so does your heartbeat.

Astarion never had anything. Everything he had a right to was stripped away from him including his own life.

But now he has you.

To hold, to kiss, to talk. 

To travel together, to hunt monsters, to be independent adventurers. You are there to save him from nightmares. And he is there to save you from death.

How could he become so happy?

“I am going to sleep, are you with me or do you want to hunt?” he feels a soft “pat” on his shoulder.

How come he has you?

You are a bit drunk and very sleepy.

“Let’s go to the tent.”

“Good, I got used to sleeping with you by my side.”

Astarion looks around as if ashamed of what he is going to do and, having made sure no one sees you, takes you in his hands bridal-style.

You are weightless to him thanks to the vampiric strength. He could walk many miles carrying you and not getting tired.

In the tent, you get to your bedroll and immediately cover yourself with a thick blanket. Then, you open it a little, inviting Astarion to join.

He takes his clothes off and crawls to your side. The night is warm, so are you. But since you have to share your body heat with him, you sleep under the thickest fur blanket. 

You are his and he is yours. If a year ago someone told him that would be his future he would bitterly laugh.

Astarion presses your back to his chest, placing the chin on your shoulder.

Your muscles relax, the pulse slows down. You are falling asleep in his arms.

"My love, thank you" he whispers in you ear, tugging you closer

“Hm?”

“Thank you for finding me."

You squeeze his hand. “You were worth it.”

He doesn’t want to meditate. He wants to hold you like that until you wake up. Astarion concentrates on your breathing and heartbeat. You are already sound asleep.

“Sleep well, darling,” he kisses your cheek. “We still have plenty of things to do together.” 

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[lewisvinga]

my shot | alex albon x fem! reader x lily muni he

summary; after admitting in an interview about their crush on a certain youtuber, alex and lily decide to shoot their shot through instagram

fc; tara yummy

warnings; ?? none i think

taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1

notes; requested ! i’m obsessed w tara yummy rn

masterlist !

liked by lilymhe, alex_albon, and others !

yourusername: let’s go to the beach each

username: the shirt 😭😭😭

username: i just know y/n was struggling in the 5 ft end

yourusername: i was , i suck at swimming 🤕🤕

lilymhe: crazy i know how to swim !

username: lily what are u doing here 😭😭

username: the last picture is so cunty i love it

username: she’s so queen

username: not lily and alex in the likes 😭

alex_albon: let’s go get a wave

yourusername: they say what they gonna say

alex_albon: have a drink, clink, found a bud light

yourusername: bad bitches like me are hard to come by

lilymhe: you are the baddest bitch

username: this comment thread ???😭😭

username: alex albon’s attempt at flirting it just singing nicki minaj

username: he has a gf tho

username: you can’t tell me they both aren’t in love w her…

yourusername uploaded to their story !

[caption 1; last few days here 😴] [caption 2; tanning bc i can’t swim]

lilymhe replied to your story !

lilymhe so you really can’t swim?

yourusername lol i suck at it, i always use floaties when i’m in the pool & i refuse to go in the ocean😭

lilymhe maybe if we happen to be in the same place , i can teach you😁😁

yourusername you just wanna see me in a bikini don’t you🥴

lilymhe i mean yes. deleted !

lilymhe just helping a girl out and shooting my shot?😁😁

yourusername ur cute

lilymhe and i think ur cuter

yourusername you and….

lilymhe alex and i think you’re cute 😁

yourusername: i’ll be at the miami gp btw, maybe you both can teach me how to swim😌

lilymhe oh, we’re ready, pretty girl

alex_albon replied to your story !

alex_albon heyyyy[100% rizz]

yourusername: oh your girlfriend is much better at this than you are

alex_albon i’m trying 😔

alex_albon but i managed to pull her anyways 🤓

yourusername you’re a dork but it’s cute🤕

alex_albon so me shooting my shot is working?😁😁

yourusername oh 100%

alex_albon a little birdie told me you’re going to the miami gp?

yourusername yeah, might be dressed in ferrari red

alex_albon why not williams blue? you should come to our garage instead 😁

yourusername hmmm u gotta convince me, pretty boy 🧐

alex_albon well, lily and i will be there , isn’t that enough?

yourusername you’re right ,

yourusername i’ll see you in the williams garage then, pretty boy😇

liked by lilymhe, alex_albon, and others !

yourusername: i like to see cars racing now i guess

tagged; lilymhe, alex_albon, williamsracing

williamsracing: the cuntiest guest in our garage

yourusername: why thank u admin

lilymhe: ugh you’re gorgeous 😩

yourusername: hello?? you’re the most gorgeous 🥴🥴

lilymhe: in my f1 driver era liked by yourusername !

alex_albon: i feel so special knowing i had the 2 prettiest girls ever rooting for me

yourusername: you’re a dork but i’ll cheer for u every race 🤓

username: OMG HELLO😀

username: my fave youtuber and f1?? i’m so??

username: alex lily n y/n are acting very suspicious…….🧐🧐🧐

username: i just wanna know how this all happened

username: imagine lily and alex sliding into her dms 😭😭😭

username: they’re just like me fr

username: i gotta be REAL honest w y’all, they’d look hot asf as a throuple

username: oomf are u insane

username: look at oomf dawg😭😭😭

username: no i get it

#formula one x reader #f1 x reader #f1 smau #f1 scenario #formula one scenarios #f1 imagine #formula one imagines #formula one imagine #f1 scenarios #formula one social media au #alex albon smau #alex albon scenarios #alex albon x reader #lily muni he x reader

[drxmxss]

do yall remember a week or two ago when taeyong liked that cute video of that couple staying up with their baby on reels…and everyone was like aww he wants to be a dad so bad how sweet…(or also that he wants to be pregnant but that’s neither here nor there)

edit: heres the link btw!

https://x.com/taeyongpictures/status/1739896348520980920?s=46

well! imagine you and him have been married over a year now and you start to notice he’s been having a bad case of baby fever.. always tagging you and sending you videos of cute little funny baby videos on tiktok and mommy vlogs saying “wouldn’t you look cute doing this?” and dragging you around the store to look at baby clothes bc how are hats that small!! just gushing and cooing at the itty bitty pink socks with bows and you swear you see a tear in his eye.

obviously you aren’t oblivious to this. you knew having a family was one of his goals, and it was yours too!! but both of you worked and even though he made enough to support the both of you and more, you’d assumed he would wait a while after marrying you, but after he had literally squealed in the middle of the store over a tiny pair of overalls you decided it was time to have the conversation with him again.

“honey…do you want to have a baby?” you ask softly one evening in bed, your arms are wrapped around his waist as you both start to fall asleep. taeyong almost breaks your arms flipping over so fast to look at you with bright wide eyes.

“why? do you? what brought this up? are you thinking about it?” he asks you quickly, hands on your shoulders. you smile softly at him, thinking how cute he looks when he’s so excited about this.

“well anyone would be stupid not to see how badly you do..you almost burst into tears looking at baby clothes and my entire fyp is just babies babies babies from everything you send me. you obviously do.” you say. taeyong frowns now, looking a little guilty “well yeah but..i don’t wanna pressure you if you aren’t ready..”

“Of course I’m ready my love..I just wanted to make sure you were.” you reply, hugging him close.

hearing that made taeyong snap almost instantly. that night he’d made it his mission to cum in you at least 3 times, saying “I don’t care if your birth control doesn’t wear off yet this is practice baby we gotta get ready for the real thing.” right after he makes a calendar marking the days of when you would be ovulating next.

“the real thing” turned into a big event for the two of you. you thought his baby fever would settle a but after telling him you were ready to start a family, but if anything it made it crazier. everyday he made sure to bend you over anywhere and everywhere to take him raw, at the blink of an eye he was ready and it always made you feel so special that he was that excited to breed you :(( he’d love how compliant you are and loves to just fill you up all day everyday. the thought of you round with his babies just sets something feral off in him.

and now instead of just looking at the baby clothes he was buying them by the rack not even bothering to care about the gender. “maybe we’ll get lucky and you’ll have twins.” he’d tell you. everyday a package came with a new pair of booties. “im not even pregnant yet taeyong!” you say, opening another box to reveal another pair of footie pajamas the perfect size for a newborn.

“i know but isn’t it the cutest thing baby?” taeyong coos, folding the pajamas neatly and storing them in the already too full closet in your shared bedroom.

one night, while he’s scrubbing your skin softly in the bath after yet another attempt he whispers “i think this time worked darling..i feel it..”and the thought alone makes you beam, his fever starting to rub off on you more and more. “i think so too my love..” you mumble back, admiring the way the water and his arms feel around you.

a few weeks later, you start to feel a bit ill and decide to take taeyong with you to the doctors office, a positive pregnancy result makes the both of you giddy, all smiles and kisses in the little observation room.

“by the way” the doctor says, flipping a few pages on the chart, “it looks like it’s twins!congratulations!”

you have to catch taeyong before he falls to the floor, but the excitement doesn’t falter still.

#i got carried away ahaha #i need to make him a father idk #drxmxss yapping #nct #nct imagines #nct 127 #nct scenarios #nct smut #nct taeyong #nct x reader #lee taeyong #taeyong x reader

[yxami]

Can we get a little more Leon? I miss him 🥺

BTW love your work I always look forward to reading anything you post ^^

Hope you enjoy & thank you that’s so sweet 😭

Description: yandere cowboy x gn farmer reader, general fluff, why did I write so much omg, fluff with yandere, yandere cowboy, not a yeehaw cowboy though!

You were woken up with the usual feeling of Leon spread across your chest, draped over you like a blanket rather than the actual one disregarded on the floor. You sat up a bit, causing him to stir in his sleep, a tighter grip placed across your lower torso.

You grabbed your phone, missing the sightless grab a few times before managing to find it. You were still a little sleepy so your eyes instinctively shut close at the bright light in your face. You softly groaned but continued scrolling through. Something has to give you entertainment while he had you trapped here.

You wrote down all the chores and necessities you had to go grab. Water the plants, add some richer soil to one of the gardens, make sure there’s no bugs chewing at the fruits, last thing on your list was to stop at the town’s food market. You were missing milk, bread, and some seasonings.

All easily provided by the town market and cheap to stock up on! You were about to instinctively get up but you it left your mind that Leon snoozing on top of you, so you laid back down.

You still held your phone in your hand and wondered what you should do, it’s not like you wanted to be stuck here all morning like last time, that would mess up with your schedule that you already barely dedicated to.

You attempted to sneak out of the hibernating bear hug but he possessively wrapped his arms once more, almost like a sign that you were going to keep losing this battle. You sighed before sitting up once more but this time with him in your lap.

You got on your feet, fully standing up with his body weight resting on your hip as he stared with his half lidded eyes. He purred in delight that you still allowed him to be so clingy and just held onto you.

You were just glad that all the handy work for the farm has you able to carry heavy things, at least enough to carry the tall and plump cowboy that refuses to sleep without your presence.

After stopping right in front of the shed, you grabbed the usual watering jug and began walking plant to plant, giving them much needed nutrients with refreshing water that rejuvenated the sad leafs. The blaring sun had no affect on Leon unlike the plants, he just rested his head on your shoulder while inhaling your strawberry body wash from yesterday.

He loves strawberries, likely why you could feel him sucking on your neck and giving you love bites, which you paid no mind to, of course, this was the usual display of his neediness.

“I can carry you until I have to add some soil to the new plants I got, then you have to get up, kay?” You reiterate your words once more once you felt a tired sigh against your skin.

“Kay” He mumbled, enjoying the affection you spoiled with him for now, even though he wanted this to last much longer.

You swiped your hands together, effectively getting rid of soil clinging onto your palms after you added it to some flowers in desperate need for the nutrients. It was blooming season for this garden so you were watching it like a hawk everyday.

Crossing out that task, all that was needed was make a quick trip to the market for some groceries. You recalled the three item list and made a mental note of it as you got ready.

“Going somewhere?” Leon peered from the door frame, effectively taking in the view of undressing until his view was blinded with a shirt thrown upon his face. “Yeah, I gotta go get some things, you wanna tag along?” He nodded, running over to his room to go change before you could joke about leaving him for taking so long.

By the time you were finished dressing he was already out in some casual pants and white tank top. His bright golden curls perfectly groomed with a matching tail tip that curled slightly at the end. He was well presented, maybe too much for a simple market but you didn’t question it.

Your pretty cowboy just kept looking at his appearance in the car mirror with the little light that flickered on once he opened the sun visor for the 5th time in a minute. You inquired about it with a simple question. “Why do you keep looking at yourself? You look nice”

The butterflies in his stomach swirled around a little too much, he almost forgot how much he loves your praise. “Just making sure I look okay, I don’t go into town that often after-all” He closed the mirror and pushed back the sun visor.

You glanced once more but decided not to push, maybe he does just want to look nice.

The wide variety of milk has you little confused, more so than usual. Sometimes you’d just pick out whatever looked regular but everything looks the same other than the titles being a little different. 2 percent, low fat, skimmed, whole, what do some of these even mean??

You placed your sights on two options, the ones that you’ve picked out before, and while you were distracted with that, Leon whined and groaned at how long you took. He gained the attention of few, maybe by how nice he looked, or how he looked annoyed.

“Um.. sorry to bother, but can I get your phone number?” A meek girl holds her head up to look at Leon, placing her phone in between them if he was up to typing in his number.

“My number?” Leon looked at you, expecting you to respond for him, he never really spoke to strangers unless you introduced them as a friend or something. But this stranger was approaching him, not you.

“Y-yeah! If you’re single, I get it if you’re taken” She awkwardly laughed, smiling now that she gained some confidence with the conversation still going further than a simple no.

“I dunno.. hey, do I have a number?” He nudged at you, taking you away from zoning out at two milk labels. Your eyes quickly observed the situation, understanding what was happening with the look on her face.

“Oh, yeah, remember I taught you 2 weeks ago how to use your phone, I didn’t buy it so you could leave it at home” You sighed, looking through your contacts to look for his. While girl awkwardly stood, now having her phone closer to her, he peered over to look at yours, wondering what it even meant to give his phone number.

Something he asked you.

“It’s like.. wanting to get to know someone, and to go on dates” You mumbled to him while finally finding his number. You were about to read it out loud before he shut your phone off.

“Oh, sorry, I’m actually taken, I just wasn’t sure what you meant” He made an attempt at a light hearted laugh, crushing the girls hope at getting his number after being so close to it. “It’s okay! I understand” And with that she was out the market faster than she came.

“Huh? I had the number right here, why’d you turn her down? She was a cow girl too!” You emphasized that important fact, knowing that a partner for him would definitely help with heats, more so then you trying to order the milking machine just for it be canceled for the 3rd time in a row even though you never recalled doing so.

“Well I didn’t know she wanted to go on dates, I only want to do that with you!” He huffed, upset that you were suggesting to get with someone even though he’s already told you that he doesn’t want to the last two times.

Something that clicked in your head.

In this stupid little food market you realized Leon loves you. This random little moment made you remember all the moments he’d reject the idea of another mate, of a machine, and of her. Anything that didn’t involve you, he couldn’t give two shits about.

You felt red pour over your face faster than you’ve ever felt before, you hastily grabbed a jug of milk and placed it in the basket. Too distracted to see which one you picked, it might’ve been whole or two percent, you didn’t care enough to check.

Leon looked puzzled, he peered over trying to see your expression but each time you’d turn and pretend you found something you were looking for even though all you had to get was some seasonings and bread.

“What’s wrong? Did I say something bad?” He tugged on your shirt, his eyes calculating your expression after you gave up on hiding it. “I’m fine! Just thinking about what type of bread to get” You smiled, trying to keep your composure. Yet your ears felt hot, and your face felt warm.

“Kay..” He mumbled, resting his head on yours after deciding to stop asking, he assumed you were upset about something but the two of you would have the car ride back to talk about it.

You put all the groceries in the backseat, it was 4 bags at minimum, and you didn’t want the milk to have a chance at spoiling in the trunk. Leon looks over at the sun visor, hoping he still looked nice. Earlier he really tried his best on brushing his curls while also fixing his usually messy tail.

He wanted to look extra pretty while clinging onto you so people would assume he was your boyfriend and spread it all around that you were his! Even if you haven’t admitted it yet.

“You still look cute, Leon. What did you think of the visit?” You started up a conversation, trying to brush off your earlier embarrassment while still paying attention to the rocky dirt road, watching out for any animals that dared to run across.

“Fun! But I wish we had a date in a cafe or something before we left” He perked up at you talking, glad you weren’t mad, maybe you were just lost in thought earlier!

“How about we go tomorrow? I’ll treat you to some strawberry cheese cake” You grinned at his lost in thought expression fading into an excited one. “I can’t wait!” He wrapped his arms around you, making you have to tear off him off before he started his needy kisses while you drove.

You were ready to prepare yourself for the beaming cowboy dressing up and waking you up bright and early tomorrow.

#yandere #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #male yandere #yandere imagines #pls request #yandere scenarios #gn reader #soft yandere #gender neutral reader #yandere with fluff #fluff with yandere’s #fluff with yandere #yandere fluff #yandere cowboy #yandere cowboy x farmer reader #yandere cowboy hybrid #yandere oc #yandere ocs #leonmyoc

[snipetooth]

Jonas Taylor - "Do Orcas is Whales? More at 11"

request for anon using one of the face-holding prompts! i ended up leaning more "there's some feelings here but he's in denial HARDCORE" than having an established relationship, so hopefully anon it still works with what you were hoping for :] thank you so much for sending in your prompt, i hope it's worth the wait!! all my works are tagged with "#x reader" for quick filtering btw!

prompt: "[CHECK]: after an unexpectedly violent situation, sender frantically rushes to check if the receiver is okay, cupping their face to look closer." from “Reasons to Cup a Face” by @.soulpromptson for JONAS TAYLOR pairing: jonas taylor x gn!reader words: 1.8k requested: yes!

a/n in advance: look it was either the depth be realistic for mana 1’s location or it be the teeniest realistic for real orca diving depths, we can’t have both 😔🤝

The sound of the monitors whirring to life hummed all around you as you flicked switches to your right without looking away from the wire panel you were scrutinizing. Something somewhere had short-circuited juuust long enough for a couple of buttons’ lights to not activate and you were determined to locate the source and squash the issue.

The metal around you clanged with a rhythmic but hollow tune before pausing long enough for the hatch above to be pried open. “Thought you’d be alongside by now, what with how eager you were to give the Nereus a run. What’s the holdup, Skipper?”

“Don’t start calling me that,” you scoffed as you tugged on what you suspected was the offending wire, “that’s a child’s nickname. And this damn piece of… very expensive hardware decided it wasn’t gonna turn on a couple of lights, so I’m trying to get that fixed before I drop down.”

“It’s literally what the captain of a ship is called,” Jonas wiggled his brows, dropping down into the tiny compartment to crouch alongside you. “Can’t get much more mature or on-theme than that.” He watched you tug fruitlessly on the wire for several moments before you finally dropped it in disgust. “Maybe it was water damage.”

“Pile of junk if it’s meant to go underwater and gets broken by a few drops, don’t you think?” You muttered under your breath as you replaced the panel. A few lights out were annoying, but workable. They weren’t even for anything important, anyway. “And Meiying told me that you call her that, so don’t start using her nickname on me. That’s not something you called a captain, that’s something you called an eight year old. I’m not eight!”

Jonas held up his hands placatingly as you stepped around him to triple check the emergency rebreather and mask box. Or whatever the version of ‘triple check’ that actually means ‘this was looked at three times already by two different people and once more by yourself when you first entered the sub, but what if someone stole everything while you weren’t looking???’ is. “Apologies, didn’t know you heard. And I didn’t mean it t’be demeaning, honest. I more did it to lighten the air since things seemed to be a little… tense, in here.”

You sighed, practically throwing yourself into the pilot’s seat. “I figured. Sorry for snapping at you.”

“Y’wanna talk about what’s got you so wound up?”

You briefly reflected on the day’s events so far. Someone had the grand idea to serve lobster for the station’s dinner last night and you had to spend the early hours of the morning helping various people get over food poisoning. You forgot about your cereal just long enough afterward with how tired you were that it got soggy enough to not be considered edible by anyone with taste. You had to forgo breakfast and in your anger you forgot about the corner edge of the coffee table and stubbed your pinkie toe. Then you proceeded to fall up the stairs. Not down, up. You’re not really sure how that happened. And now those blasted lights were giving you problems.

“...Nah. Thanks though. Gotta get ready for mission launch.” You shooed him out of the sub as you fitted an earpiece. “Mac’s probably throwing a fit upstairs with how long I’ve put it off.”

“Well, that’s Mac’s problem then, isn’t it?” Jonas smirked. “Don’t get yourself killed down there.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” you muttered to yourself as the hatch forebodingly slid shut above you.

“Nereus, all system diagnostics reading clear on our end. You are cleared for launch.”

“Solid copy Mana 1, Nereus launching.”

The dull thud of the sub hitting the water was muffled by the thick metal that surrounded you as you plunged deeper into the ocean. The problematic button lights briefly flickered with life for a few seconds after you entered the water, but they soon died right back out. “Lights are overrated,” you mumbled as you carefully twisted to the side to avoid a rock that came a little too close for comfort. “Mana 1, I’m approaching the sea floor. Want me to look for anything specific while I’m here?”

The earpiece crackled to life. “Negative Nereus, just swim around for about an hour and then come back up. That’s all her maiden voyage needs; besides, I doubt you’d find much of interest when you’re not in the trench.”

“Copy.” You pulled a ways higher above the bottom of the ocean and glided along. The new sub was a breeze to pilot, very unlike the clunky but beloved Capt Bubbles. It moved effortlessly through the water and the new cameras and sonars gave you a perfect view of what was around you. Various shoals of tang, some rockfish, oh a silky shark that’s nice, a pod of orcas….

Wait. Orcas?

You were violently thrown to the side with a scream of terror as the sub flipped nearly upside down. There wasn’t even a chance to right it properly before you got hit again from the opposite side, alarms blaring around you with various screens warning of damages to the outer hull.

“Nereus! Nereus, do you copy? What’s going on down there?!” Mac yelled through your earpiece as you struggled to take back control of your sub. “I think the orcas are pissed I’m in their territory!” You yelled back as you shot out of the tight circle the pod was forcing you in. “Crazy bastards just started ramming me out of nowhere, what gives?!”

A new voice joined the line. “If you can get an I.D. on them with the cam system we might be able to confirm the pod that’s been targeting local fishermen,” Jonas instructed. You almost sighed aloud with relief; his voice was one of the few things that could ground you quickly in a high-stress situation. “Doesn’t exactly surprise me that they decided to give you similar treatment, but that means you’ll need to hightail it out of there, you hear me?”

“What exactly is ‘similar-’ fuck!” You winced as two monitors suddenly cut to static at the same time as a heavy blow from underneath your tail. One of the orcas just took out your camera. “Yeah, no, fuck this, Mana 1 get ready to pick me up. I am NOT exiting this thing while it floats on the surface if they’re within fifty miles of me!”

“Jonas is on his way to provide cover, in the meantime drop flares and come straight up,” Mac ordered. “That’s your best bet right now.”

“Dropping flares!” You slammed a series of buttons in one go with your fist as you yanked down on a lever.

The water around you remained illuminated by your headlights only.

That. Fucking. Wire.

“Mana 1, flares didn’t drop, I’m a sitting duck out here!” You quickly scrambled out of the pilot’s seat to check the diagnostics panel. Flares, predator red beams, and ground stabilization gear were all out of commission, and none of the computer’s proposed solutions could be implemented while you were roughly 3,000 feet under the water and alone. The sub flipped again and you were thrown into the wall and onto the ceiling, groaning aloud with both pain and motion sickness.

“Nereus, I’m on my way. Less than a minute out to your position. Hold on for me.” 

You were pretty sure that Jonas’s voice wasn’t supposed to sound as tinny and distant as it did.

Another vicious shake and a new set of alarms snapped you out of your stupor just in time to see an orca swimming past the front with a chunk of metal cutting up its mouth. “DANGER: HULL BREACH IMMINENT. IMPLOSION IMMINENT. SURFACE IMMEDIATELY.”

“Jonas, I don’t have a minute!” You cried, desperately mashing buttons at random in hopes that something, anything would finally work and get the pod off your back. “They’re doing too much damage, I’m gonna die to some fucking orcas with a vendetta against mankind!”

“Not on my fucking watch, you hear me?” Jonas snapped over the radio as if you weren’t currently experiencing life as a sad little shirt being tumbled violently in the world’s angriest washing machine. “We’re gettin’ you out of there, and if we take out a whale or two on the way then that’s fine by me.”

“Are orcas whales? Or are they dolphins?” You wondered aloud blithely. If you were going to go out with a bang, might as well consider one of life’s hardest questions!

A yelp escaped your mouth unbidden as the Nereus suddenly jerked again, this time from a force not belonging to the orcas as you shot upward through the ocean. Through the viewfinder, you could see the pod struggling to keep pace before eventually giving up and being swallowed by the inky darkness of the abyss. “All dolphins are whales, not all whales are dolphins. They’re whales. That answer your question?”

You sagged with relief in your chair, rubbing your temples in a vain attempt to soothe the glaring migraine you got from being thrown into metal so many times while alarms and flashing lights echoed all around you. “I guess, but it’s not as much fun as arguing loudly over a mess hall table just shouting ‘Dolphins! Whales! Dolphins! Whales!’ back and forth to each other.”

Jonas didn’t respond, only chuckled over the intercom as the light outside the sub rapidly grew stronger. Within no time at all you were being hoisted back into the safety of Mana 1 and pulled a bit unceremoniously out of the sub. From what little you could see as you were more or less dragged away against your will, you were just a couple of extra tears away from implosion.

Jesus. At least it would’ve been so quick you wouldn’t notice you died.

“There you are!”

You turned around to see Jonas sprinting toward you. Before you knew it, he had you swept up in his arms and pulled away from the small crowd that had gathered mostly out of nosiness rather than genuine ability to assist. His roughened hands clasped securely onto your face, his fingers pushing stray bits of hair back as he peered worryingly into your eyes. “Are you okay? Are you hurt? Y’ve got a bit of a gash on your forehead, we should really get that checked out… any nausea, headaches, strains, pain from possible broken bones? Let me take a closer look at that… ooh, yeah, that might need stitches. Are you bleeding anywhere else?””

You blinked very fishily at him, barely able to move your lips with how he was holding your face, let alone really respond meaningfully. “Jhon’th’s,” you managed to get out. That was enough to snap him back to reality and back away a couple of quick steps, hiding his reddening face behind a cough into his elbow and a hasty glance out to the ocean. “Sorry,” he muttered, refusing to make eye contact as he gestured for you to follow him, “didn’t, uh, didn’t mean to… do that. Let’s get you to Dr. Heller, yeah? Yeah. Right. Can’t, uh, let you bleed out or… somethin’. Let’s go!”

If the sight of his bright ears as he strode ahead of you put an extra bounce in your step, he either didn’t notice or couldn’t bring himself to mention it.

#sighted #x reader #the meg #the meg x reader #jonas taylor #jonas taylor x reader

[amizuki]

it will be forever funny to me how the flashback portraits of Wittebrothers made Caleb seem like he's had packing peanuts for a brain

(this post ended up becoming quite lengthy, and so did the tags somehow, because I kinda devolved into a rant closer to the end of writing this whole thing, so bear with me here)

so we know that Philip and Caleb became orphans when both of them were still kids. after that, they ended up in Gravesfield and, to fit in with everyone else who lived there, picked up witch hunting and started thinking that witches are pure evil. Caleb knew perfectly well that he's the only family Philip's had left and that he even may be his his only friend, since, judging by the portraits, they've only ever hung out with each other and we don't know if those two ever made any other actual friends.

until one day, during a witch hunt he and Philip were both a part in (something Caleb seemed happy to do, judging by his smirk there), he met a witch – Evelyn – someone he's been taught to hate and want dead by the townsfolk. someone who, again, in his mind, should be evil.

but he just suddenly does a 180 and goes "damn, you can make fire with your hands, you're actually pretty cool"

and then a few days (?) of talking to her later, he's running off to live with her in the Demon Realm, while simultaneously not giving a single fuck about the brother he's abandoning.

(he even runs off with a smile, with a literal :D face, I fucking can't lmao)

Philip ends up seeing Caleb get dragged off through a weird portal and later follows along, thinking something like "no, my brother wouldn't just up and abandon me without saying anything. he probably got captured by that witch we saw together that one time! she probably used some demon magic to bewitch Caleb and took him through that portal to kill him or worse! I gotta go save him!". and, after spending god knows how long in that realm, searching endlessly for his missing older brother, he eventually finds him. but he also finds that Caleb is not only perfectly okay and not hurt in the slightest, he's also peacefully walking together with the same witch who "captured" him, even holding hands with her.

and when enraged Philip tries to attack Evelyn, to protect Caleb from the witch who took him from his home, from his brother, still thinking that Caleb's under her control, Caleb just... gives him a hug and goes on to introduce the witch as his new wife to him (I'm assuming that portrait is the same day as the other three, if not the same scene), also adding on top of that that they're having a child. all as if nothing happened. treating the whole thing like everything's perfectly okay and just another normal day, fully ignoring the fact that he threw his brother away with no care or thought, leaving him completely alone, a full orphan, now with zero actual family left (in TTT, during their backstory, it's said that "Caleb did his best to take care of his younger brother", meaning that either they never got adopted in Gravesfield, or whoever adopted them didn't give a shit about the two, so they still mostly had to fend for themselves), all to go smash some random 5 out of 10 witchussy he talked to, like, 3 times. no fucking wonder Philip killed him!

(btw, jokes aside, it didn't seem like he intended to kill Caleb, because in that portrait where he's ready to kill with a knife in his hand, he's facing forward, while Caleb is actually to his left. so it just looks to me like Philip was gonna try to kill Evelyn again, and Caleb either jumped in front of her to protect her and got accidentally stabbed or he attacked Philip back, to, again, protect Evelyn, and Philip ended up winning that fight. but that's just my theory)

my brother in literal christ and literal titan – why in the FUCK are you just hugging it out with a smile on your face??? you ran off while giving absolutely no warning to anyone, especially your younger brother! why do you think he's here and actively trying to attack you and your new wife? you're not even trying to address the fact that you left him! at least when Luz ran off to a different realm without warning, she had a "I'm still at the camp" cover, so Camila wouldn't worry that much about where her daughter is, and even then she still felt bad for leaving her mother and planned to go back home once summer was over. this chucklefuck, on the other hand, just permanently portaled away to the Boiling Isles, knocked up a witch and fully settled down there, walking around with a big ol' smile and no care in the world. "Philip who? never heard of him"

the only thing that would sorta make this situation seem better (as in, not make Caleb seem like an overly naive ignorant brick), in my opinion, is if they added one more portrait – after the one where he meets the witch, but before the one where he leaves. in that portrait, Caleb would look like he's trying his best to convince Philip that witches aren't actually evil, and perhaps even try to get him to go live with them in the Demon Realm, all the while Philip's looking at him with either disagreement/disappointment/disgust or just rolling his eyes and full on ignoring him, while sharpening his witch hunt tools or something. then it would look like Caleb at least tried to make his brother change his mind, like he tried to offer him a chance to go with them. but no. with the way the portraits look in the final version it just seems like Caleb was fully on-board with killing witches since he was young, even pulling his younger brother along to think the same way, Philip also thought that Caleb was perfectly fine with killing witches, but once he actually meets a real witch (assuming they've never met one before) he instantly pulls an uno reverse card and just runs off with her, without so much as telling his brother beforehand.

I'm not trying to say that "Belos should've been redeemed, because he's the victim here and Caleb is bad and it's all his fault". he still murdered his brother and went on to manipulate everyone on Boiling Isles for centuries, with his end goal being the death of all witches, while simultaneously being stuck in the loop of "denial" and "bargaining" stages of grief – repeatedly trying and failing to recreate a perfect copy of Caleb, but also killing each one that came out wrong or went against him. Belos not being redeemed in the end was the right choice (ignoring the "Belos was always le bad" from King's dad), I agree with that. frankly, if he actually got redeemed in the end, I'd probably be seething for the next 3 to 5 years, like how I did after the Diamonds' "redemptions" in SU (yes I'm still pissed about that lol). I'm just saying that, from what was shown to us, Caleb didn't seem like that good of a person either, not as bad as Belos ended up being, but still not that great. and, once again, seemingly had a raisin for a brain.

(off topic, but during Masha's retelling of Wittebane's backstory, their "sounds like big bro got a hot witch girlfriend and little bro got upset" line was so fucking cringe, it gave me a fever for 3 days the first time I watched the episode)

k, rant over, I dunno what else to add

TL;DR: I think Caleb was dumb as a brick, because, from what was shown to us in their backstory, he seemed to have run off to Demon Realm and abandon Philip without telling him anything beforehand. when Philip came to BI to look for his brother, who he assumed was under control of the witch who "took" him, since he thought his last living family member wouldn't just abandon him, and when he eventually found him, and it turned out he wasn't in any danger at all, Caleb just brushed the whole "I left you for witchussy" thing under the rug and pretended everything was and is perfectly fine, even though it clearly isn't. rip bozo

#toh critical #toh criticism #big ol' rant here lol #ever since we saw those portraits I've always thought it was kinda weird how Caleb just ran off with no warning #I thought it'd be adressed in the 3rd season at some point #like maybe there'd be a scene of Belos and Hunter talking #and Belos starts getting angry and going on a rant #“you're ALWAYS leaving me Caleb! and for what? for a witch you've just met?!” or something like that #and after Belos started hallucinating Caleb's ghost I instead thought there'd be a scene of him talking directly to it instead of Hunter #but nah it all just kinda got thrown away #and Belos turned into “always been le bad” kaiju #meanwhile Hunter is just 404 not found #lol #lmao even #rant #♤mizu.txt

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crazy over you | jack hughes x reader

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request: I love your blackpink fc trevor insta edit!!! what about y/n whose sibling is a famous kpop idol and she ends up dating jack? maybe she could be mark lee’s sister, nct had a concert at newark a while ago!!

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fanone she’s going to the show??🥹🥹

fantwo queen supporting her brother🫶

yourbff she changed her outfit immediately after these photos were taken btw

ynuser stop exposing me😭😭

yourotherbff it’s true she’s now wearing an nct shirt she turned into a crop top and some jeans !

yourbff and some sparkly boots !

ynuser okay okay we get it !!

“yn! were going to be late you don't need any more pictures!” your friend shouted as she started walking ahead of you. at the rate you were going you were going to miss the beginning of your brothers show. 

“just a few more just-” you yelped loudly as you felt someone's shoulder hit you. you stumbled, and your camera hit the ground with a clatter. before you could comprehend what was happening a hand was against your shoulder helping you to steady yourself.

“I’m so sorry!” a guy apologized, reaching down to retrieve your camera for you. 

“it’s okay” you replied a little disoriented as you reached out to grab your camera from him. “i should've been looking to where i was going”

“were you taking pictures?” the guy asked.

“Yn!” your friends voice shouted at you as she was now even further away.

your head turned to your friends voice and jack must’ve caught on to your situation because he offered to take some quick photos for you. you posed, and jack snapped away, both of you not saying much.

“my apology,” he said to you as he handed your camera back to you. 

you smiled in response. “thank you. I’m-”

“YN LN! I swear if you're not walking up these stairs!” your friends voice reverberated throughout the staircase. 

“I’ve gotta go! thank you!” your voice was loud as you ran the rest of the way up the stairs to meet your friend. you could hear the unnamed mans laugh echo throughout the staircase. “im jack by the way!” you heard him yell.

“THANKS JACK!” you yelled back as your friend grabbed you by the arm and began pulling you along. 

notification [instagran]: jackhughes has followed you

Instagram DMS:

ynuser: hey stranger

jackhughes: hey girl with the camera

ynuser hearted a message

ynuser: how did u find my insta?

jackhughes: your friend almost shattered my eardrum when she screamed your name so i just gave it a shot on here

ynuser: LMAOO😭 we were running late for a concert

jackhughes: haha that makes sense then! it sucks that you were late but i liked getting to meet you

ynuser: even with my friend nearly shattering your eardrum?

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jackhughes: even then

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jackhughes no 📸 credits ?

ynuser thank you stranger👍

hugheswh0re now why was he taking pics of this girl...

hockeyfan hugheswh0re because hes a normal person and is allowed to be friends with people ??

yourbff had the best time and SOMEBODY met the cutest person too🤭

ynuser i dont recall meeting any cute people🤔

yourbff like u weren't blushing and giggling all the way home...

ynuser I WASNT WTF !!!

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yourbrother ynuser THE RING??

ynuser is an accessory !

yourbrother lets keep it that way❤️

brothersfan protective activated🤣❤️

ynuser stranger🥲💘

jackhughes danger😈🔥

ynuser 😐 ok

trevorzegras congrats man🔥🔥

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yourbff CUTEST EVER ! I PREDICTED THIS RELATIONSHIP !

trevorzegras can u predict our relationship?😇

yourbff 😐😐

fanthree SHES DATING AN NHL PLAYER??? OMG????

jacksfuturegf86: WHY? WHY DOES THIS HAPPEN TO ME?? PLEASE JACK THIS ISNT YOU! THIS ISNT YOU LOOK AT ME BABY PLS🙏🙏

from then on you and jack continued to dm each other until you eventually went out on a few dates. you were honestly surprised by how well the two of you got along. you were forever grateful for your brothers show in newark and for the fact that you were running late<3

#jack hughes x reader #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes blurb #jack hughes one shot #jack hughes fic #jack hughes insta edit #nhl fanfiction #nhl imagine #nhl blurb #nhl fic

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The fire in your eyes / Ghost x Soap

Kinktober #19 - Uniforms

Military Parades. Everyone hates them. Instead of doing something useful and productive, you need to dress up and march in front of staring crowds. Nobody cares if it’s so hot the road is melting or so cold your eyes are freezing over. However, there might be a silver lining to this one: Johnny fucking MacTavish proudly displaying his Scottish heritage.

I'm writing this at 3AM, terribly sorry if it's even less coherent and has even more mistakes than usual. Btw did you know SAS has its own tartan? Well, now you do.

The door to the rec room opens, Ghost immediately checks them. And has to look away and back again. As if to make sure he’s truly seeing... that. Johnny. In a kilt. Not just the kilt, in fact, the whole getup.

Gaz whistles, eyeing the other Sergeant. “Looking sharp, mate! Got a date? Some pretty bird to impress?”

“Damn right, I do,” Johnny smirks as he momentarily looks at Simon. Oh, he likes to play with fire. But he does look sharp, Gaz is right about that. “But we gotta address the elephant in the room. Ghost in a uniform? What did you bribe him with? And the chest candy, too? Had to be expensive.”

“That would be classified, Sergeant,” Price appears out of nowhere, rivalling Ghost’s namesake. “I hope you boys are ready to make a good impression today.”

“Yes, sir!” they answer him in unison. They don’t have to like parades, but they all understand why they must be at their best.

It all goes smoothly; they’ve rehearsed it, after all, for countless hours. Even the weather takes pity on them and graces the parade with an overcast and reasonable temperature. They march, they do the show, people are applauding, a few are shouting some profanities as if a good portion of the parade doesn’t have a near-death experience. As if they didn’t hear the whistle of a bullet flying way too close to their head.

Ghost keeps his mind carefully clear. He performs as is expected of him, enjoys the fleeting moments he gets to see Johnny and tries not to count passing minutes. Then there’s a hymn, another march, and, yes, finally, they’re free. He needs a drink, as do the rest of One-Four-One. Drink, and then he gets out of the uniform. Every time he catches a glimpse of himself, he startles a bit until his brain catches up. God, he hates this.

As Simon nears the pub they had earlier agreed to meet, there is an unusual amount of noise and ruckus coming from inside—the sound of breaking glass and splintering wood, shouts and thuds. Ghost tags Price standing a little out of the way, leaning against the wall and smoking one of his usual cigars.

“Someone already managed to start a fight?” Simon asks as he comes closer, mildly impressed.

“Uh-huh,” Price nods. “We did.”

Ghost blinks a few times. Alright, he didn’t see that coming. “What happened?”

“Someone insulted Soap’s kilt and, if I got it right, even went as far as to say something about his mother. And you don’t just insult SAS soldier’s mum, do you?” Price asks a wholly rhetorical question. Ghost only nods, but then he looks around the deserted street.

“So, why aren’t you inside?”

“Plausible deniability. If I go there, I’ll have to clean up the mess and employ some disciplinary measures. You know the drill.”

“Want me to sort it out, sir?”

“Please do.”

That’s the only permission Ghost needs. He takes off the jacket, handing it to Price. He might not like it, but he sure as hell doesn’t want to get his measurements taken again for a new one.

It’s an absolute chaos inside. Luckily, Ghost thrives in chaos. He sweeps the pub from left to right, taking a quick and rough account of the situation. Gaz is to his right; two men are holding him up as the third takes a swing at him. It’s not a bad punch, Gaz’s head jerks to the side, blood from the split lip dripping on his uniform. As the assailant prepares for another swing, Ghost intervenes. This is his teammate right here, the man who’s saved Ghost’s life on numerous occasions.

Ghost moves quickly, sliding behind the man’s back and grabbing him by the collar, slamming him into the overturned table. The two blokes holding Gaz up look at Ghost, then at each other. There’s a hint of recognition. They let Gaz go immediately and try to charge Ghost, both of them at the same time. Not a bad thinking.

Ghost dodges one fist aimed at his stomach and trips the man. The other one lands a hit on Ghost’s kidneys. It hurts, but he’s used to pain. However, before Ghost can react, Gaz is there, kneeing the bloke in the stomach before sucker-punching him. Okay, that’s one-half of the job done.

“Where’s Soap?” Ghost barks out loud enough to be heard over the racket.

Gaz looks around. Numerous fights are going on, as is expected. There’s tension and rivalry between the military branches and the units. This sort of gathering is a powder keg. “I don’t…,” Gaz starts, trying to find their other Sergeant. “Oh….”

Ghost follows Gaz’s gaze, and��� yeah. Oh.

Soap is lying on the ground, one guy’s neck held between his thighs while simultaneously doing a proper fist-assisted dentistry on another bloke who’s struggling to crawl away. Johnny looks like a rabid dog.

“You gonna need help with him?” Gaz asks, not making even a single move.

“Nah, get out of here, Price is waiting outside,” Ghost shakes his head, loosening his tie, unbuttoning the cuffs of his shirt and tucking the sleeves up.

First, he frees the half-choked bloke before he kicks him further from Johnny. Then he grabs Soap and forces him to his knees, thus letting go of the second guy in the process. Ghost quickly glances at their uniform. Royal Marines. Of course. Ghost almost wants to kick them some more.

Instead, he does the reasonable thing worthy of an officer. He takes Soap and, much to the Sergeant’s protests drags him away. Soap is loud, cursing Ghost in that incomprehensible language of his, but even he isn’t so out of it as to hit Ghost, who also happens to be his commanding officer as well as a partner of sorts.

Ghost pretends not to notice and appreciate the searing heat in Soap’s blue eyes. Johnny doesn’t lose his shit nearly as often as many would think, yet when it does happen, it’s an absolute masterclass of carnage. And Ghost loves it. However, he can’t be thinking with his prick right now. They need to get out before someone with actual power shows up.

The ride back to Hereford is a short and quiet one. They stop at a petrol station and get some ice. Gaz is nursing his split lip and bruised jaw, Soap is pressing a handful of ice on the back of his head, where he claims someone hit him with a chair. He’s bleeding from the shallow cut on his forehead, and his left eye is beginning to swell. He got a thorough beating, but Ghost can’t help but think that he didn’t really save Soap. If anything, he saved those two poor bastards Soap was beating up. The Sergeant would probably eat them alive if someone didn’t stop him.

They get out of the car, Ghost immediately grabbing Soap and dragging him away. Price sighs, and Gaz chuckles.

Ghost is leading them to the barracks, to his room. The door closes, lock clicks in place. Johnny is dirty, bruised and bloody; his uniform is ripped in several places, too. He’s a damn mess, but Ghost has always had some seriously crossed wires. He’s been hard in his trousers for a while, and there’s no way he’s waiting a minute more to do something about it.

“Uh… Listen, LT, I’m sor…,” Soap doesn’t get to finish his apology before Ghost is on him, damn near devouring his mouth while his hand clutches at Soap’s thigh over the thick layers of tartan. Johnny lets out a slightly exasperated laugh as he backs up and falls onto the bed. Ghost follows, never allowing more than an inch of space between them. The new position allows him to reach under the kilt finally. He kneads at Soap’s bare thigh, remembering that he nearly choked a man with it. Fuck!

Ghost quickly undoes his belt and shucks his trousers down under his arse. “Lube,” he growls at Soap because the Sergeant is closer to the nightstand. Johnny does as he’s told, fishing out the bottle and handing it over with the same practised move as if he would hand Ghost a magazine.

“Prep?” Ghost asks, clipped and right down to the business.

“Fuck it, want you in me thirty minutes ago,” Johnny smirks. The fire in his eyes is back now. He didn’t get to rip the Marines apart, but now he might get that anger channelled in a different way.

“Wanted to be in you the moment I saw you in the morning,” Ghost retorts.

“You tell me the sweetest things, Simon. Hurry up!” Soap smiles, licking his lips as he watches Ghost fumble with the lube.

It burns a bit at first, then it hurts a bit more, but Soap is no virgin. Ghost is holding back a great deal, trying to go reasonably slow. Soap groans, but instead of pulling away or making any attempt to stop Ghost, he nudges him closer, whining as he forces himself to take more. Ghost is mesmerised, completely lost in him.

Johnny writhes under him, unable to stay still. Ghost’s prick halfway in is both too much and not enough, and it’s frustrating. Finally, he makes up his mind, hooks his legs behind Ghost’s back and demonstrates just how much strength there really is in his legs.

Ghost gasps and moans, Soap whines, arching his back off the bed, struggling to take a breath for a few seconds. “Christ, Johnny,” Simon wheezes, struggling to control himself and the situation. Scratch that; he doesn’t control the situation at all. Soap does, especially once he adjusts and simply uses Ghost to take what he needs.

Simon doesn’t mind. He would be willing to give this man anything he could desire. Anything at all. Simon would cut out his own cold, cold heart and gift it to him. He would burn down the world. For now, it seems that his cock will suffice.

Soap, for the lack of better words, fucks himself on it, and the kilt, rumpled and tucked up, leaves exactly nothing to the imagination. Johnny shivers as the glistening glans of his hardon rubs against the wool, but Ghost does nothing to help him.

If he did, it would’ve been over way too quickly. Instead, he leverages Soap’s hips, changing the angle significantly. Soap yelps before hissing an ecstatic “Yes!” Soon enough, more words follow. Please and harder are especially frequent, and Ghost does give it to him.

Snapping his hips forward at a punishing pace, he gets a lovely gasp each time he bottoms out. Johnny is clawing at the sheets with one hand and at Ghost’s forearm with the other. Come morning, he will probably look like a wild cat mauled him.

It’s a sweet kind of pain. Johnny will feel him for a few days; it’s only fair Ghost will, too. Simon feels the tension build up inside him; his thrusts are slower but firmer, forcing a breath out of Soap, who looks like half of his mind is wandering elsewhere. Eyes hooded, mouth hanging open, face slack in that special way only a good shag can do.

“’M close,” Ghost warns. Or maybe it’s a promise, what with the way Johnny’s legs hold him tighter, trying to force him deeper. Simon blindly searches around until he finds the lube, pouring a little into his palm before he grips Johnny’s neglected prick. It’s hot and hard, velvety, with prominent veins that make Ghost’s mouth water as he remembers how it feels in his mouth, on the tip of his tongue. How Johnny tastes, how his hand in Simon’s hair feels. Simon cries out, a broken sound of utter relief, as he pumps into Soap with each pulse that wrecks his body, coming inside him for what feels like an eternity but is mere seconds.

His hand slacks, but Soap covers it, tightens the grip and continues to fuck into Simon’s fist with quick, erratic thrusts. He’s close, his breathing ragged, his brow furrowed with desperation and concentration. Simon moans as Soap rides his oversensitive cock.

Even in his post-orgasmic state, Ghost feels the faint rush of excitement as he watches Soap coming undone and, a few seconds later, actually coming, soiling his uniform, jacket, kilt, shirt, all of it. Ghost lets them both breathe for a few seconds before Johnny lets go of his hand; Simon, in turn, let’s go of Johnny’s cock, and brings his hand to his mouth. Johnny makes a small, helpless noise as he watches Ghost lick the cum off his fingers and palm.

Simon collapses on the bed next to Johnny, exhaustion catching up to him quickly.

“You’re beautiful,” Simon whispers, unable to stop himself.

Soap stares at him for a moment before he snorts. “Aye, damn right I am, what with the black eye, all bloodied and bruised.

“You’re prettiest when you’re bloodied and bruised. And angry, I like you angry,” Ghost continues, his filter completely fried. Johnny would probably tease him about it later, but for now, he can say whatever he wants.

#call of duty #ghost mw2 #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #ghost x soap #ghostsoap #soap mw2 #soapghost #ghoap #kinktober 2023 #kinktober

[appocalipse]

hi!! could you please do a steve drabble with 60 & 70? and congratulations on 600!! <3

thank youuuu 💘 i love your writing btw <3  also i turned this into an exes to lovers, i hope it's okay and to your liking 💋 | “You were never my second choice” & “They're not you” with Steve Harrington.

“I think we should stay a little bit more, just to be sure,” he says. “What if you have a concussion?”

Steve Harrington is standing by the bed, shoulder resting against the white plain wall like he's all calm and relaxed — though his expression is anything but that.

He was at work when he got the call; now he could honestly thank his mom for something: when the local hospital called, she picked up the phone at home. She even went as far as to call him at Family Video and let him know the reason behind the call: your girlfriend, she'd said, she's in the hospital.

Steve didn't even acknowledge the fact his mom didn't know you two had broken up — though it has been a few months now — because when she repeated your name, he felt as if the world had stopped spinning. He mumbled a few almost unintelligible words at Robin — Y/N, accident, gotta go. But he thought she somehow understood, because she nodded her head vigorously and said go, watching as he clutched his keys tightly, running as if his life depended on it. 

Well, not his life. 

Your brain now registers his arms crossed over his chest, a familiar crinkle of worry between his warm brown eyes; he straightens his posture and stares down at you with utmost intensity. 

“I don't have a concussion,” you guarantee, your voice small. You're exhausted, yes, but his presence, his proximity, keeps you alert. 

You shift on the bed, about to get up, and he rushes to your side at lightning speed. 

“Hey, hey, what are you doing?” Steve nods at your ankle — on a cast — and the crinkle between his brows deepens when he turns to you once again.

You're painfully aware that he's touching your forearm — gently, respectfully, only in hopes of keeping you steady should you need it…but still touching your forearm. Not completely unlike all the times he’d touched this exact same spot before, in a completely different situation, an utterly different dynamic... 

“I'm going home. They said I could.”

“They didn't say you should.”

“It's just a sprained ankle, Steve. I'll live.”

You stand. He looks about ready to panic, hand firm on your arm.

He's wearing his Family Video uniform, you notice. Stripes under the vest, even that little name tag. Up close, he smells like good memories and heartbreak, like lazy mornings and sweet words and all the things you wish you could forget. 

But you can't. 

“Were you at work?” you ask.

His gaze is soft. He can read you like a book. “Don't worry about that.”

“They shouldn't have called you,” you insist, too quickly, too embarrassed. Too familiar. “I'm sorry, I completely forgot you were my emergency contact. I should have-”

“I don't mind.”

“I don't want to bother you.”

“You're not bothering me.”

“Steve,” you try to adjust yourself to the additional weight of the cast on your left foot. He stares at your face as if he is afraid you might break. “You should go back to work. I don't want you to get fired because of me.”

“I won't be fired. Robin will cover for me. Are you sure you don't want to stay a little longer just to be sure?”

“Steve.”

“I can't just leave you here. Let me drive you home, at least.”

His tone is almost pleading.

“You don't have to,” you say, well aware that every minute this close to him is a new opportunity to make a mistake. “I can call-”

Who? None of your close friends have a car, you recall, maybe a bit late. You couldn't lie; he would know in a heartbeat. Steve also knows that your father is normally out of town this time of the month, and so all your excuses die down your throat.

All but one.

“I could take the bus,” you shrug. Sounds silly even for you.

Steve frowns. “Don't be ridiculous.”

Later, when you reach your front door with his arm around your waist — for support and nothing else, you assure yourself —, you’re not really sure of the hows and whys, and maybe it’s better that way. 

There are memories coming to the surface; you try to push them to the back of your mind as he leans down to grab the spare key. It’s under a small vase beside the porch, but he remembers it on his own. You don’t have to say anything.

You both enter. The house feels oddly warmer.

The sun is setting outside, painting his silhouette golden against the doorframe. “Are you hungry?”

He gently hands you the crutches you got from the hospital, making sure you have a firm hold on them before letting go. 

“I’m not gonna break, Steve,” you say. As if his concern doesn’t make you feel all warm inside.

“I know,” he’s biting the inside of his cheek. Anxious. Not looking at you at first, then staring like there was no other choice. “So, are you? Hungry?”

“I don’t know. Not really.”

“When was the last time you ate?”

He takes your silence as a bad sign.

“I”ll make something for you,” he says.

“Steve-”

But he’s already moving on to the kitchen, towards the fridge and the cabinets. He knows where everything is.

You half walk, half limp towards him with the help of the crutches. He watches your every movement from the corner of his eyes, trying to be subtle — but failing. He looks like he’s experiencing physical pain just from seeing you hurt.

“You don’t have to do this.”

“Sit down and rest. Please?” Steve indicates a chair nearby, hands quickly sorting through everything you have in the kitchen — not much other than a bunch of ramen and a few carrots, he notices, defeated. And worried. How are you even alive eating like this?

He’ll lecture you about that later. Maybe he can even convince you to let him go grocery shopping for you.

Steve settles on a canned soup he finds stored in the back of the cabinet after checking if it’s not expired. He is halfway through warming it up when he glances over his shoulder and catches you staring back at him.

An eternity seems to pass between the moment your eyes meet and when you open your mouth and say, not particularly thinking it through before doing so, “I heard you had a date tonight.”

He’s taken by surprise, that much is clear. “I…Who said that?”

“Dustin.”

Steve rolls his eyes, turning his back on the soup once he’s sure it’s safe to leave it on its own. “Of course he did.”

“It’s okay,” you say. And it should be.

He’s silent for a moment. Then he sits down across from you, leaning back on the chair with his arms crossed. So close yet so far. 

“Is it?” he asks.

“Of course.” No, it’s not.

His proximity is suddenly suffocating, his gaze suddenly heavy. Your eyes prickle and you’re not sure why.

“It smells good,” you stand up, not bothering, or remembering to, grab the crutches as you start for the stove, not one bit interested in the soup but pretending to be so. 

Steve is up in no time. Which is good, because you trip almost immediately, and his hands on your waist are the only thing keeping you from falling over unceremoniously.

But now he’s close. Closer than before. Closer than he’s been for the last few months you’ve spent apart.

“Careful,” he says, not moving an inch.

Your traitorous, traitorous eyes end up on his lips. You don’t want to get away from him, but you must. 

And yet, you don’t move.

Then, unexpectedly, almost unintentionally, he lets out, “You know none of these dates will ever lead anywhere, right?”

You’re not entirely sure you’re breathing now.

“Why not?”

“Because,” he whispers, taking his time, “they’re not you.”

Or maybe you’re breathing too fast. Is there such a thing? Suffocating on too much oxygen?

Maybe more like on too much love.

“Steve,” you mumble. He leans down, closer, the sound of his name on your lips pulling him in. 

Then….

“We broke up.”

“No,” he says, lips brushing against yours as he speaks. “You broke up with me.”

He tilts his head to the side, too close, and your breath catches in your throat. 

“Steve.”

His voice is nothing but a whisper, “I miss you.”

Your lips part. You wanna reply I miss you too, so much, but you’re breathing each other, his hands now hugging you tighter, closer, more desperate, and there’s a voice in your head saying you should probably remember why you broke up with him on the first place.

So you do.

“I can’t do this. We can’t do this. You’re…”

You step back, not half as gracious as you’d hoped, but still — out of his reach. He lets you. No resistance, arms falling back to his sides.

His eyes tell a different story, though.

“I’m not the one you’re missing,” you say, your own eyes prickling with tears. “Not really.”

“Y/N-”

“I don’t wanna be your second choice, okay? I won’t.”

“You were never my second choice!”

He sighs; licks his lips, runs a hand through his hair. Steve’s a mess; he wants the words, the right words this time, but he feels like he can’t think straight, like you’re slipping through his fingers once again.

It’s complicated. Everything is so complicated. 

He wants to make it simple.

He takes your hands in his; gentle, familiar, comforting. Your touch anchors him, his thoughts, his feelings — here, where he wants to be.

“There was never even a choice to make, Y/N,” he brings your hand to his chest, movement gentle, and places it over his heart; carefully, in no rush, finding the exact spot where you can actually feel his heart beating under your palm. 

For you.

Maybe he’s being cheesy, he thinks. But he's helpless; Steve couldn’t care less if he does.

“It has always, always been you, from the moment we met, this heart has been nothing but yours, all yours, Y/N. And even if you don’t want it- even if-” he gives your hand a gentle squeeze, eyes wandering everywhere as he tries to grasp the words once again. “I was yours long before I had the guts to let you know. I'd rather be here eating canned soup with you then anywhere else with anyone else.”

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington oneshot #steve x reader #steve harrington angst #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fic #stranger things #stranger things drabble #stranger things oneshot #stranger things imagine #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n

[kyojurismo]

emergency request!! <3

hey! so I found out about your acc and I just love it at the first sight! you're incredible and good work, your writing is amazing🫶

well, so you know, life have always been hard on me and I've been suffering a lot with the traumas I got from childhood, so I kindly ask you, could you please do a tamayo x child reader? basically the reader is a clingy monkey, always want to sleep next to her and it's super super affectionate with her!

sorry if this is too long, thank you so much 🥺

# lady tamayo

tags : gn!child reader, fluff, yushiro is there too btw, not proofread.

a/n : FIRST LADY TAMAYO REQUEST GUYS I’M SO FREAKING EXCITED OMG 😭 anyway, don’t apologise for being specific bc it helps me a lot hehe + i’m sending you a big hug <3

she found you when she came out at night to buy some medicines and get some blood transfusions

you were all alone playing by yourself and at first she wanted to leave you there

but when she walked by a second time it was pretty late than before and thought that it was quite strange your parents wouldn’t come get you

that’s why she decided to get closer to you

“good evening,” her sweet voice reached your ears and you quickly looked up, still holding a bunch of flowers in your hands. “hello!” you smiled at her, causing a little sting in her heart as she couldn’t help but think back to her children.

“are you here all alone?” she knelt to be eye level with you. you nodded and she frowned, worried that something might have happened to your parents. “what about your parents?” she kindly asked. “they left,” your answer was enough for her.

they probably couldn’t afford feeding you and decided to leave you behind. she was a bit unsure about taking you with her, because well, she was a demon after all.

“can we play together?” you then asked, tilting your head to the side. tamayo stared at you in silence, before getting up. “let’s get you something to eat,” she offered you her hand and smiled timidly at you.

she bought you an udon bowl and watched you eat as she sat next to you, you swinged your legs while eating. “thank you!” you smiled widely and tamayo felt a warm feeling spreading through her chest. “i gotta go now, take care,” she patted your head and got up, ready to leave. you frowned and quickly jumped on your feet. in a moment you found yourself hugging her leg, trying to hold her back.

needless to say, tamayo took you home with her

you were fascinated by her house and you spent most of the time close to her

yushiro was disappointed at first because taking a little human home wasn’t the best idea, but if his beautiful lady tamayo thought it was alright then so be it

he sometimes plays with you, just to not let her down

you’re usually sitting on her lap, watching her study and do her stuff

and when she’s moving around the house you’re always holding her hand or gripping her kimono, walking super close to her

you sleep whenever you’re tired and during such times tamayo has to stay beside you or you can’t sleep at all

you’re always kissing her cheeks and hugging her

( ready to cry whenever you’re not looking )

she feels bad about not being able to take you out during the day but you never complain about it

you just want to be with her <3

reblogs & comments are super appreciated! thank you for taking your time reading it, i hope you enjoyed it. have a good day / night <3

#📂 — writing !! #lady tamayo x reader #lady tamayo x child!reader #lady tamayo drabble #lady tamayo blurb #lady tamayo imagine #lady tamayo one shot #lady tamayo fanfic #kny lady tamayo #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba fanfic #demon slayer #demon slayer fanfic

[lpsotd]

hopefully this isn't too weird to say but - i read the tags on your last post, and you said you were on your last year of childhood – don't worry about that!

im currently 25 and im starting to collect lps again, and ill tell you, even though there's more responsibilities, you still get to be a kid! no one ever truly grows up! my 67 year old grandma keeps one of her ragdolls from when she was a kid and always sews it new dresses. one of her favorite hobbies is watching anime with me! my 46 year old mother loves tv too, but one of the things she's crazy about is boardgames! we have a big collection and we all always play together. (she's got crazy competitive spirit btw. i never win). my 28 year old sister goes out with her friends just to wander around town and eat fast food like she did back when she was a teenager. you're never too old to have fun :) you just gotta let yourself have it. <3

thank you for this !! tbh it's kinda hard to let myself be a teenager when i seemingly have so much to do kgjdnbkjgb, and it doesn't help that i have less-than-supportive around me (not friends. i mean family) who are quick to belittle me or dismiss the things i'm interested in. i just can't stop thinking about the time my aunt saw my lps collection and started laughing, it hurt a lot especially since she's (usually) the more understanding one, and it may have been a "woah??" kind of surprised laugh instead of a "i'm making fun of you" laugh, but it felt that way kjgsnbkjgsfbn

i did have friends who actively made fun of me for what i was into (i no longer associate with them, so phew), and they're one of the main reasons i'm always so hesitant to share and infodump about the stuff i like kjgnbkjdbnkdfgjb

i feel like kids shouldn't be pressured to grow up fast. like, once you reach a certain age, you shouldn't have to stop playing with dolls or watching cartoons. you can stop doing those things when you aren't interested in them anymore, not when people tell you that you should stop, because they don't know anything.

in february i'm gonna be 18 and it's a tough concept for me to grab. i've always been told that i am ""mature for my age"" (i am not, by the way.), and i think that also kinda warped my perception of myself, because i've always felt like i Had to act a certain way, or else people are gonna see me as childish instead of this serious and mature person, but i was only like, what, 14, 15 ?? i should not have felt that way !! i should've been doing what young teenagers usually do, not feeling the need to impress middle aged adults.

it's only now that i feel like i have a sense of self because i'm trying to distance myself from certain people (ahem. family) who made me feel that way, and i'm trying to embrace who i really am: i am not mature or serious at all. i'm 17 years old who enjoys toys, cartoons, coloring, and playing video games with my friends. but i'm also ready to embrace my up and coming adulthood, and i'm serious when i need to be. i'm me and i think that's good enough.

very sorry i went on a bit of a mini tangent there. your ask made me very happy, so thank you !!

#🍭.asks #rant #heehee hoohoo how did that happen

[iamamythologicalcreature]

I'm-Not-Going-To-Count-These-Sentences Sunday

Thank you @aroace-genderfluid-sheep and @hushed-chorus for the tags! (Guess what hushed-chorus I did that thing we talked about.) Also thank you to everyone who has tagged me on other WIP-days! I really appreciate it <3

So... I'm not counting sentences this time. I write long sentences, and I make rabid use of sentence-extending punctuation. And I have this thing about posting excerpts that are semi-contained in some way. Plus it's going to take me forever to get this fic posted, so I gotta give ya'll something. THUSLY: Here have a bunch of words.

(I really should have pinned my bi-weekly updates on Wednesday, but OH WELL.)

Context: Baz POV, with Agatha in the chapel after midnight, being 17 year olds. Simon is out of the picture after Baz kinda sorta stole his voice with a tape recorder in fifth year.

“I never thanked you for saving me,” she said, with just a little too much effort at nonchalance. “You did, actually,” I said, not slowing, or sparing her so much as a glance. “You might recall how you resembled a hypothermic beached mermaid? You were quite free with your gratitude once you caught your breath. It was all very melodramatic.” There was a brief pause - possibly an attempt to work out whether my description of her was complimentary or not. Either way, it didn’t deter her. “I never got to thank you the way I wanted to,” she said, a hint of a whine working its way past her shoddily built facade. I didn’t answer right away as I fought down a sudden surge of irritation, one that threatened to trigger my more destructive tendencies - self-destructive, perhaps, but not exclusively so. The only thing worse than being considered a villain was being cast as a tragic hero - someone only misunderstood, just waiting to be saved. “Basil—“ she began, apparently ready to try something else. I stopped short, forcing her to halt both her forward movement and that regrettable demonstration of poor judgment. We were at the entrance to the chapel, now, and it was easy to crowd her against the cold statuary. “How exactly did you want to thank me, then, Wellbelove?”

Later it's entirely likely these two are going to put special effort into trying to forget any of this ever happened, because teenage mistakes are brilliant like that. You're welcome, Bazatha.

Also, super stoked to be working on a couple @caught-on-tape-fest podfics as well as cowriting with @ileadacharmedlife for the @carryon-reverse-bang. Wheeeee I can totally do this all! >.>

Tags/Hellos under the cut! (BTW regarding tags - I'm often unable to browse tumblr, so if you've posted something creative Sunday/Wednesday/for the hell of it, please feel free to tag me so I see it!)

Thanks for the tags over the past couple weeks @aristocratic-otter, @whatevertheweather, @brilla-brilla-estrellita, @ileadacharmedlife, @prettygoododds, @cutestkilla, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @tender-ministrations, @ic3-que3n, @artsyunderstudy, @youarenevertooold, @ivelovedhimthroughworse - I love love love seeing what everyone is up to! (Sorry if I missed anyone - apparently tags don't always work? Sigh.)

Tags and hellos also to @fatalfangirl, @katmiscellanious, @shrekgogurt, @rimeswithpurple, @alleycat0306, @ebbpettier, @supercutedinosaurs, @nightimedreamersworld, @thewholelemon, @theearlgreymage, @bubble-gumhead, @raenestee, @jasonfunderberkerthefrogexists (thanks for the extra notes XD), @ionlydrinkhotwater, @erzbethluna... And anyone else who wants tags, please let me know! Or just tag me! I love them.

#agatha will figure herself out eventually but it will not be This Day #ditto baz because he's just in a lovely out of control tailspin right now #WHERE IS SIMON? #maybe I know #I hope so anyway #I really need to title this fic #but I have a whole hat full of titles #a playlist full of them! #I could just call it ANGST #Or maybe ANGST ANGST BABY #No #I will absolutely not title it that #even I have standards #wait #*goes to AO3 to make sure I didn't just accidentally insult someone* #I think I'm okay #six sentences sunday #six sentence sunday #(which one is the right one?) #snowbaz #baz pitch #agatha wellbelove #simon snow series #the simon snow trilogy #simon snow fanfic #only sans Snow so far #what is it with me and tags? I mean really. #and all anyone really wants to know is when or why was Agatha a hypothermic beached mermaid? #jodofic

[therealgchu]

Snippet Sunday - An Interlude

hey folks, getting in a post before i stream (btw, if you want to see me play old video games badly, check me out on twitch as therealgchu).

i started the next chapter, but it won't likely be up until the following friday. this friday, i already have an other vignette planned, this one a fun, steamy, smexy little piece. but, for today's snippet, putting up a sneak peek for the next chapter.

tagging the coemancer crew, @silurisanguine, @atonalginger, @fangbangerghoul, @staticpallour, @eridanidreams, @bearlytolerant, @aro-pancake, @lisa-and-shadow, @a-cosmic-elf, and whoever else i'm forgetting, cos i know i'm forgetting ppl.

if you want to read from the beginning, check it out on ao3.

they grow up so fast...

He handed his pack to Hwa while he scooped Cora out of her bunk, still sleepy. “Come on, gum drop, you gotta walk. You're too big to carry anymore,” he said with a touch of sadness in his voice. She yawned and rubbed her eyes. 

“Ok.” She yawned again. “I gotta grab my pack. I’ll be down in a minute.” She crawled out of her bunk and slipped her feet into her shoes. “You know, we could always sleep on the ship. It would be easier,” she said as she grabbed her pack from underneath her bunk and made her way down the ladder.

Sam grunted, “I don’t think my back could take another night in these bunks. I gotta sleep in a real bed.”

Hwa smiled smugly and shrugged. “Not a problem I have,” she said.

“Yeah, yeah, small animal, big animal. C’mon, you two. Let’s get going.”

Cora looked back and forth at both adults and shook her head. She slung her backpack onto her back. “I’m ready to,” she yawned again, “go!”

“Let’s get you back to bed, string bean,” Sam said and led them out of the Razorleaf.

Once they reached the Lodge, Sam walked a half-sleeping Cora down to her room and tucked her into bed. “Good night, string bean,” he said and kissed her forehead.

“Goo nigh…” she mumbled as she was almost asleep when her head hit the pillow. 

Sam stood by her doorway for a minute, watching his daughter sleep. She looked so much bigger in her bed these days! He loved the girl she had turned into, but he missed the child. She didn’t rush to him when she hurt herself anymore, begging for band-aids and kisses. While they still ate meals together, she no longer sat at the table and chatted with him about her day. She would clear the table, then run back to her room to do whatever she was doing. Probably reading, hopefully not trying to hack into UC security again. He thought about asking Hwa if there was a way to put something on her computer that would alert them, then thought better of it. When he was Cora’s age, whenever someone tried to put limits on him like that, he made sure he’d break everything. Cora was too much like him, and she’d only try to get around it.

He shut off the lights in the basement and headed upstairs. He found Hwa waiting for him on the second floor landing.

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