#i LOVED this though my askbox is ALWAYS open for stuff like this

[sushisocks]

hi i just finished rdr2, really love your stuff (FINALLY a blog that properly info dumps!! keep them coming please!!). i don't know if this is your thing, but the song I Gave You All by Mumford & Sons makes me think of arthur so much because each lyric corresponds so perfectly to his ending. obviously it's in the song title (arthur's "i gave you all i had"), but the lines "how can you say that your truth is better than ours?" and "you rip out all i had just to say that you've have won" makes me wonder what arthur's last thoughts really were?? the song has a very bitter tone, which is opposite of the game, but i can't actually tell what arthur's last words are supposed to mean, especially with him repeating "i tried...i did." were the "i dids" meant to be a plead for mercy (to remind dutch of his lifelong loyalty in hopes that he's spared from a violent death) or was it meant to be sympathetic (to indicate that they were both doomed men who were only trying their best)? or was it an apology, like "i did all i could, but it wasn't enough"? knowing his level of self esteem/guilt i think arthur would feel a very heavy obligation and responsibility, so it makes sense for him to say "i did all i could, but it still wasn't enough because i was not good enough," but he seemed to be very accepting of his death. sorry if this was rambly/late to the party, i would love to hear your thoughts about it!!!

Oh, Anon, this is the sort of thing I LOVE seeing in my askbox, I am kissing you on the lips rn for giving me the permission to talk about this so lets TALK about it!! (Sorry it took me a minute to get to it, I had to rotate ur questions in my mind for a bit so I could best formulate my thoughts, you know how it is)

First off, I Gave You All by Mumford & Sons is SUCH a good RDR2/Arthur song, I agree hugely on this, and it makes a LOT of sense for the ending notes, especially on a High Honor/Save John run. I've been listening to it on repeat since I saw ur ask, all while typing this up, and I got a lil emotional at times man. I love music recs and while I know some Mumford & Sons songs this was a recontextualization I very much needed in my life thank u <3

The rest of this is LONG so putting in a read more to save my mutuals lol

Okay, so, I now have a LOT of thoughts about what's going through Arthur's mind and what he might've meant at the end of his last mission, so lets get into it. To begin with I want to list out the lines that are said in this scene, so we're all on the same page. (Helpfully and lovingly pulled from the gamescripts wiki blog, which my life has revolved around for the past year and a half)

Dutch van der Linde: It is over now… Arthur. It’s over. Arthur Morgan: Oh, Dutch… he’s a rat. You know it and I know it. Micah Bell: He’s sick… he’s dying… he’s talking crazy. Pinkerton: There! Up there on the ridge! Arthur Morgan: (to Dutch) I gave you all I had… I did. Dutch van der Linde: I… Micah Bell: Come on. Dutch… let’s go, buddy. We made it. We won. Come on. Arthur Morgan: John made it. He’s the only one. Rest of us… no. But… I tried. In the end… I did. Micah Bell: (to Dutch) Come on… let's go. We can make it. Come on, Dutch… come on!

So WHAT is going on here? Surface level, this is the last appeal to Dutch. The last battle of wills between Micah and Arthur, where Arthur is STILL trying to make Dutch see sense. I think it's an important part of Arthur's character to understand that he believes, until the very bitter end, that there's a chance for him to reach through to Dutch. It's the main reason he heads back to camp, after saving Abigail. Milton has told him Micah is the rat, and Arthur believes that if he can just get back to camp and tell Dutch the truth, that will be it. He, erroneously, believes his word alone will be enough.

But the thing is, in my opinion, in a way Arthur is RIGHT! He DOES reach through to Dutch, but he has to die for it. That is what the "I gave you all I had" line is for.

It is Dutch, unsure who to believe. It is Micah, screaming for Dutch to listen to him. And it is Arthur, gently reminding Dutch: I devoted my entire life to you, all that I know has been with you, all that I am has come from you.

Arthur would have gone to the ends of the Earth for Dutch -- he would be grumbling and complaining the entire time, but he'd still do it if Dutch asked. He is, in this moment, telling Dutch, I gave you all I had and you took it, there is nothing left but my death, what reason do I have to lie?

It is the crack in the wall, a small moment of clarity for Dutch, which has him leave them both on that cliff, which has him turn up again 8 years later and kill Micah. Not enough to turn on Micah right away, but enough to truly have Dutch stop and reconsider. Because with those words Arthur is not only speaking on his own behalf, whether or not he knows it. He is reminding Dutch of everyone else who has died for him; Grimshaw, Molly, and Hosea, as the most notable ones, I think. Arthur slots neatly in with those three as people who truly devoted their everything to Dutch, gave him all they had, of life and time and energy, and were served nothing but death, destruction, and heartache in return.

It stuns Dutch; for once he is truly speechless, having to reckon with Arthur's words and what they mean, what they imply. Micah knows Arthur's words are more impactful, and keeps trying to sway him to his side, for ends we can only really guess at. But we already know there's no chance Dutch will go with Micah at this point. But he also wont stay with Arthur.

Then: "John made it. He’s the only one. Rest of us… no. But… I tried. In the end… I did."

One of Arthur's main objectives in Chapter 6 is saving as many people of the gang as possible. The Pinkertons are closing in and, while Arthur believes that it's just bad luck until Milton tells him otherwise, he still hopes for the best outcome possible, for the women and children, as he says.

Which is why he says John made it. Because to Arthur, John's making it, means the women and children making it. It means Abigail, Tilly, Sadie, and Jack, all waiting at Copperhead Landing, are not waiting in vain. It is the reassurance that they will be fine, and the idea that John might finally actually step up and be the father Arthur has so desperately wanted him to be for Jack. To Arthur, John making it is the best outcome.

But he still wanted to save as many people as possible. Dutch, Javier, and Bill included. They were still Arthur's friends and family. They still mattered to him. But I think Arthur realizes, dying upon that cliff, that there's no way out for them anymore. They'll get off this mountain and continue their way of living, and the government will keep hunting them. He is essentially saying the rest of them are just as doomed as Arthur is, even if Arthur is the one currently dying. And he tried.

I want to say that Arthur saying he tried, is both about saving the gang, and about being better. There are SO many interactions you can have in chapter 6 alone that's about being better than you were. Edith Downes, Sister Calderòn, Charles, Rains Fall, and Mary-Beth are just SOME that I can think of, at the top of my head. I think in this moment, Arthur is reaffirming to himself that at the very least he tried. He did everything he could, in the time that he had. He doesn't know if that's enough, or if it means more than what it is, but he tried, and that, to him, HAS to mean something.

It is him accepting that this is the end, and that he doesn't know!! He genuinely doesn't!! If he has done enough to actually change the course of events!! But God do I love the message of Arthur finding peace in having tried. In having done what he could, and seeing what changes he could, and knowing in that last breath, watching that rising sun, that he did make a difference.

Do I think Arthur is angry or bitter when he passes? Not in a High Honor/Save John run, no. I think he is disappointed and sad with Dutch. But I also think he has found a place within himself where he can accept that this is it, for him. And he is hopeful for those whom he has saved, who got out of there and live to see another day.

He gave his all, and he really really tried, and he finds peace in the end. How simultaneously heartbreaking and heartening isn't that?

#mannn now im emotional #i hope this all made sense HAHAH jesus #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan #dutch van der linde #micah bell #rdr2 meta #rdr thoughts #teki talks #bitches be ranting (im bitches) #i LOVED this though my askbox is ALWAYS open for stuff like this #and ALSO music recs if u have songs or playlists for rdr2 or ships or characters pleaseeeeee i love music give me that shit NOW #asks #rdr asks #meta asks

[hemeruni]

Well. Here’s what I’ve been planning on doing… I’d like to introduce you all to-

The FIRST ANNUAL tumblr User hemeruni direct, a special event where I get to actually go into more detail about the projects I’m currently more so focused on, while giving important news to what’s next on our menus.

Now let’s go ahead and get this show rolling shall we?

NURSE PHILLY UPDATES

As you know, Nurse Philly has been placed on the back burner for a while as I took the time to work on my other projects. But, starting today, I’m working full speed ahead to officially get the Askblog up and rolling! The scripting process has been tough, but a rough outline has been finished and a overall timeline of arcs and events are all laid out, so it shouldn’t be long for you all to see the nurse in person!

I’m not the type to give out dates, but expect this hush puppy to start around mid-late 2024.

Alright we’re getting the hang of things! What’s next?

GLIMMERLOVE NEWS

This project started as a one off post that quickly spiraled into one of my favorite projects thus far under the hemeruni brand. While there isn’t plans to get a Askblog rolling anytime soon, the askbox will always be open for asking questions to these mysterious folk.

This project doesn’t have much besides that, but if things change revolving my work ethic, I’ll surely consider it.

No date on this one, as it’s currently in a fine state from where I’m seeing it.

HAPPY HATCHDAY HEMMY!!!

By the time I’m writing this, Hemera’s birthday is still ongoing and it might honestly been the most exciting days I’ve had in a long time, considering the fact that I’ve just… haven’t been active as much.

This fox means so much to me and I have Sparklecare and only Sparklecare to thank for creating such a wonderful creature that deserves everything wonderful on this blue marble of a planet.

I love you Hemmy, don’t stop being you.

Me and Uni are making a coffee shop au

Yeah idk what else to say

It’s news to me but I’m just posting this since I thought the idea was funny.

Personal au?? I think?? Only WE get to make one not YOU /J

Now. I mentioned something at the beginning of the whole thing about a change that is going to happen. Before we end this, I might as well say what I want to say.

The Future.

I’m breaking away from this community, for my own mental sake. I’m saying this with a heavy heart, knowing that this whole 'fame' thing isn’t something I enjoy. Besides fame, I’ve been so caught up in comments and reblogs that it mentally drains me to see one post that I spent less time on doing better then one I actually put my effort into.

This culminated in a unfollow from the official Sparklecare account that I’m still assuming is over the criticblog situation. Nevertheless, it left me bed ridden for weeks, realizing that what I worked so hard for was taken from my own dumb mistake.

That taught me a valuable lesson though, which is why I’m finally deciding to just cut contact with the community entirely, besides friend groups and servers I’m in you won’t really see me active on my main, mostly just au updates.

That also means I’m no longer reblogging stuff to my main account, but I’ve already came up with a solution revolving a account called hemerunireblogs (which will be linked later down the line)

That’s the most you’ll see me interacting with this community, I hope you can understand.

Now.

We’ve reached an absolute.

The End.

I wish things could’ve been different, but it’s either I continue down this path and further ruin myself for others sakes, or I finally start to work on myself again. In the end, I decided to choose myself. Call me selfish, I could care less.

For some, I’d like to wish the best, even though we may have not talked much, I’d love to see you again sometime soon.

You all have been a wonderful audience, I hope you all had a wonderful Hemmy Hatchday. Good afternoon, good evening, and goodnight my friends.

-Mx. Hemmy

#my art #sparklecare #hemera philly #hemeruni #uni cornelius #nurse philly #Glimmerlove au #text post #ramblings #long post

[everybodyshusband]

you slipped into my askbox yesterday with horny thoughts and now I'm here but in need of fluff. dysphoria hit hard today, what would u say about some fluffy, maybe little hurt/lots of comfort raindrop/swissraindrop with transmasc dew drabble? pretty please, husband 👉👈

i'm sorry the dysphoria has been hitting you hard, my friend. i hope you're feeling a little better today <3

under the cut: some swissraindrop hurt/comfort for you, as requested <3

~

Dew sniffles and hugs his pillow closer to his chest in the darkness of his room. Everything just felt so wrong. He can’t even pinpoint one singular reason as to why he feels so awful—although in all honesty, it’s probably a combination of many, many things—so he can’t brainstorm a way out of his problem; all he can do is lie in his bed feeling sorry for himself, and try his best not to cry.

Before his head can let his thoughts spiral any further, a soft knock on the door jolts him out of his misery. “‘S open!” He calls out, voice cracking as he speaks for the first time all day. He feels his body sag with relief as Swiss’ easy grin appears around the doorframe.

The grin quickly slides off of his face, however, when the multi ghoul sees Dew lying curled in on himself. “Awh, baby… What’s goin’ on, Dewy?” Swiss pads quietly over to the bed, mattress dipping as he sits down.

Dew nearly sobs openly when Swiss places a gentle hand on the fire ghoul’s cheek, swiping at the tears gathering on his lashes. The gesture is sweet and tender, and it’s exactly what Dew needs. “Just feel like… shit,” he admits. “Dunno why though.” He sniffles, lifting one of his own hands up from where he had been squeezing the pillow and covering Swiss’ hand with his own. The multi ghoul’s skin is warm. Comforting. “Probably a lotta things…”

Swiss strokes his thumb over Dew’s cheek gently. The action grounds the fire ghoul more than he’d like to admit. “That’s fine too, doll. If you’re upset, then you’re upset, yeah? You don’t always have to know why.”

Dew nods, unable to find words to reply with, but still wanting Swiss to know he appreciates his reassurance.

They stay like that for a while; Swiss’ fingers dragging softly over Dew’s cheeks as he sits up on the mattress, the fire ghoul holding onto the pillow and Swiss’ fingers as if they’re lifelines while he lies under the covers, both ghouls breathing the other in.

Swiss breaks the silence first. “D’you want me to go get Rainy? I know they’re better at the comforting you stuff than I am.” There’s no jealousy in Swiss’ tone, not bitterness. Just plain, simple honesty.

Dew considers for a moment before nodding. He wants to be able to curl up against the water ghoul and soak in their cool, comforting temperature. …But he also doesn’t want Swiss to leave, and the way the multi ghoul phrased his suggestion made it sound like he’s planning on doing just that. Then again, he’s been comforted by Rain without Swiss by their side more times than he can count, and he’s been fine, so maybe it won’t matter if the multi ghoul leaves for a while. “D’you mind?”

“No, baby, not at all. I’ll go get ‘em. They’ll be here soon, ‘kay?” The second Swiss pulls his hand away and stands up, Dew can’t help but whine involuntarily, already missing the multi ghoul’s touch.

“Wait. Please,” he mumbles quietly. “Will you… Stay? With me?”

Swiss’ face breaks into a delighted smile. “‘Course I’ll stay, Dewy. Might just take a little longer for Rain to find their way to us. That okay?”

Dew sniffles, but he feels himself smile a little at Swiss’ pleased grin. “Yeah,” he nods. “Yeah, that’s okay.” He gestures for the multi ghoul to climb into the bed with him and snuggles against his chest. He’s warm, and it’s lovely, Dew thinks. Even if he’s still not feeling great, at least he’s feeling better, and once Rain gets there, hopefully he’ll start feeling a bit more like himself again.

It’s not long before there’s a second knock on Dew’s door, but this time, it’s Swiss who calls for the knocker to come in. Before the door even opens, Dew knows it’s Rain; they have a specific knock pattern that Dew memorised long ago, and he’s sure Swiss has done the same. They open the door and peek their head around with a hand covering their eyes, smirking.

“Are you both decent?” They tease, probably knowing full well that their partners are doing nothing but cuddling innocently.

“Just come and cuddle us, viridis,” Dew mumbles quietly, his voice muffled in the hollow of Swiss’ chest, impatient to feel Rain’s comforting presence now that the water ghoul is almost within arm’s reach.

There must still be something in Dew’s voice that gives him away—or maybe they just simply know him too well—because Rain’s smirk falters and they drop their hand from their eyes, looking at the fire ghoul in concern. “Sundew, are you okay, my darling?”

Swiss beckons Rain over with his free hand, lifting the covers on Dew’s side of the bed. The water ghoul easily slips under the blanket and slots themselves into their mini, impromptu ghoul pile, their cool skin proving a perfect balance to Swiss and Dew’s combined warmth, just as the fire ghoul had hoped. Once Rain has settled themselves into the pile comfortably, Dew chooses to move his head out of Swiss’ chest to the pillow above so he can face Rain properly, and both other ghouls wrap their arms around him tightly. As Dew organises himself into a comfortable position, he feels Swiss shift, leaning over him to mutter something in Rain’s ear that he can’t quite make out—presumably something in answer to the question the water ghoul posed to Dew that the fire ghoul never quite got around to answering.

Once Swiss finishes speaking, Rain wraps their arms around Dew tighter and leans forward, pressing a gentle kiss to the fire ghoul’s forehead. “I’m sorry I didn’t come and find you earlier, sundew,” they whisper softly against his ear. They pull away from his ear, but not as far as Dew was expecting, only enough to pass their eyelashes softly over his cheek, making the fire ghoul huff out a laugh of surprise at the tickle of it.

“‘S okay,” Dew murmurs back. It’s louder than he means to with Rain still fluttering their eyes across his cheek. “Swiss helped.” The multi ghoul gives a squeeze around Dew’s middle at the mention of his name. The corner of Dew’s mouth twitches up, and he leans gratefully into the multi ghoul’s hold.

Rain chases Dew’s face with their own after he leans away and ghosts their eyelashes over his lips. Dew has to resist the urge to stick his tongue out and lick them. Instead, he giggles in a way that is decidedly un-Dew-like—he resents (not really, but a ghoul’s got to keep up appearances) the implication that Swiss and Rain would probably say the opposite; that he always sounds like that when he laughs—and pulls back to ask Rain what in Hell’s name they’re doing.

“Kissing you,” they reply simply, as if that explains everything.

Even Swiss chuckles at that. “Baby…” He’s clearly very amused by this whole situation. “You kiss people with your lips. You know that.”

“These, my loves,” they start, and Dew will forever staunchly admit that the affection meant for both him and Swiss at the same time does nothing to give him the warm fuzzies, despite it absolutely doing just that, “are butterfly kisses.” Rain continues ghosting their lashes all over Dew’s face as they speak, making the fire ghoul squirm and laugh under their touch. “Mountain showed me. They’re supposed to feel like butterflies flitting across your face. Close your eyes, sundew. Can you feel it?”

Dew blinks at their words, doing his best to communicate his confusion, but closes his eyes without complaint, smiling as he indulges in his partner’s wishes. He’s surprised to find that, once his eyes are closed and he relaxes himself as well as he can, it really does feel like butterfly wings brushing up against his cheeks, lips and nose. It’s strangely calming, and almost grounding, in a way, despite the softness of the barely-there touch. Slowly, as their touch continues, Dew finds the horrible uncomfortable-ness from earlier melting away under the brush of Rain’s eyelashes and Swiss’ gentle hold.

It’s not a conscious action, but after some time passes, Dew realises he’s been purring. Swiss is massaging over Dew’s front and shoulders, tracing his fingers lightly over the faded scars adorning the fire ghoul’s chest from where his arms are wrapped around the fire ghoul, and one of Rain’s hands strokes at Dew’s cheek while the other cards through his hair. His partners’ touch is so tragically comforting that he can’t help but let his eyes slowly slip closed, allowing himself to drift in and out of consciousness, tangled in the warm-cool embrace of both his partners.

He thinks he trills out a sleepy “thank you, love you” and he thinks he hears two equally sleepy replies, but he’s so tired that he truly doesn’t know. All he knows is that, while he still doesn’t feel great, nor does he know the reason for his misery, he’s in Swiss and Rain’s arms, and for now, that means he’s safe, he’s warm, and he’s happy.

~

oh, and very quickly !

dew calls rain viridis which is a shortening of chromis viridis (blue-green damselfish), a species of fish that looks like this:

#i hope this is somewhat what you were after <3 #i'm slowly realising i made one (1) allusion to trans dew but i hope that's okay #he's basically always trans in my head so i tend to.. forget to write it down 😅 #dewdrop ghoul #swiss ghoul #rain ghoul #swissraindrop #transmasc dewdrop #nameless ghouls #the band ghost #husband ficlets #ask box #hypnoneghoul

[stargazingcarol]

Into the blue, out of the blue.

Part one: Into the blue.

CHAPTER 3

Pairing: Jake Lockley x reader, Marc Spector x reader, Steven Grant x reader

Summary: You meet your neighbor and you're pretty sure he's American. But why is it that the next times you see eachother he speaks in a British accent. As you keep meeting you start falling for Steven. And then he disappears for a while and he's back and he tells you about Marc. But he also tells you about Layla. You really like Steven but now he's kinda married? What now?

Trigger warnings for the series: mental health problems, angst with a happy ending, fluff, slowburn. (A/N: i may add more warnings as the fic procedes).

A/N: In this chapter we see a little bit more of readers...problems. the moon knight system is not the only one with mental health problems/trauma. If anyone has any questions about the story my askbox is always open! Thanks for reading and also i DON'T do taglists. Sorry about that!

Chapter 3

Was it normal for a pair of people to become friends so fast? You kept asking yourself that. Was it weird that you were neighbors? You tried to shake the feeling that being friends with your neighbor was weird. Dr Williams told you it was fine, that friendships start at the oddest of places. That had made you sigh and stop your overthinking most of the time, sometimes it started up again but her words came to the front of your mind like a lullaby and you nodded like she was there saying them to you in real time.

As much as Steven had wormed himself into your life in the past few weeks, you could also feel him distancing himself, unwillingly it seemed. Almost not even noticeable by him.

He was missing more and more friend dates and sometimes you could cover for him, as in, lying to him, but other times you couldn't.

And you had to witness Steven's face falling, turning sad, distressed, sour. You tried to cheer him up sometimes but most of the time you couldn't. You will talk and his mind will be elsewhere. And you knew by the distanced stare he had, away from you, sometimes behind you, or other times at your eyes but he wasn't there, he was somewhere else and it was a little weird. You had to snap your fingers to get his attention. He would smile awkwardly and you would bite your lip and before he could say he was sorry for zoning out you would go back to your story.

Maybe his bad sleeping habits were getting to him.

You loved talking to Steven. You seemed to have lots of stories throughout your life and Steven just seemed to have facts about random things. He was very smart but he didn't seem like he had lived a lot. Which was weird because he was older than you. But you didn't question it.

The rare times he talked about his life he would talk about his mum, how good she was, making him his favorite foods and helping him colour drawings. Those seemed to be stories mostly from his childhood, though. It wasn't much detail but you treasure it with your heart.

The last thing he told you about her was that she seemed to be traveling, she sent him postcards here and there, telling him about her travels and how much she loved him.

The things about friendships was that at some point you started doing domestic stuff.

When Steven didn't work on Saturdays he would wake you up, completely cheerful and tell you it was cleaning time.

And one thing about depression was that sometimes you couldn't make yourself do stuff. Anything.

You were better yes, in a better mental state than years ago but even now sometimes you just couldn't make yourself clean your apartment.

"At least make me breakfast first." You had said the first time. With a tiny smirk as you hid behind the bedsheets, you had taken the sheets off of you and when you got out of the bed and looked down you had let out a tiny scream.

"I didn't look i swear" Steven said and after taking the pants you left in the floor the night before and putting them on, you burst out laughing and Steven looked between his fingers and slowly chuckled.

You did notice he was red all over his face and your heart soared.

The both of you have also began to go grocery shopping and the both of you have learnt a few things here and there about vegan baking. You have never done that before but it's nothing out of this world, most of the time it tastes very similar to "normal" baking.

Steven has cooked for you a lot, and you're excited to try new things and he is glad when you give him a thumbs up, signaling that you liked it. He always has a separate dish just in case you don't like what he makes you since you're not vegan yourself.

But all of these nice moments are a reminder that Steven did try to kiss you. Right? He hasn't made a move on you again and you can't stop thinking about it. It's there in the back of your mind like an itch you can't scratch.

He didn't seem like himself after it. Like it was a totally different person. How could that be?

Just last week you had gone to visit Steven and you had let yourself in, since a month ago he had told you you can make yourself at home anytime, you had brought popcorn to make in his microwave and a movie to watch in his DVD player.

It was almost nighttime and you had enter talking loudly and when you notice some ruffling, he woke up with a gasp from his bed and you just stared at him with your mouth wide open.

Steven needed like a second to know where he was and when he noticed you were in his apartment with a bag of popcorn looking at him. No. You were looking at his ankle restraint. Your eyes going between that and the sand.

He stared at you in what looked like panic and you closed your mouth, left the popcorn and movie in his desk and went over to his bed. You sat down and looked at him intently.

"Steven, are you sure you're okay? What's with the uh--" you looked at his ankle restraint, then to him. "Sand"

You looked genuinely curious and not judgemental and he gulped.

"I still feel-- I feel like, like I'm falling apart. Like my life is not my own anymore. I don't remember a lot of what's going on and I'm sure you're lying to me about some missed dates." He watches as you flinch at his words. "I'm sorry I'm sorry. I know if you're lying to me you must be doing it for my own good but I'm not sure that's good either. And i want to be okay but I'm not--I'm not sure what to do at this point" His hands go to the sides of his head and he pulls on his curls and you shush him, he sobs and you grab both of his hands softly letting go of his curls. he lets out a few sobs here and there and you wrap your hands around his.

"I'm not sure what to say, but I'm guessing it's become worse? Your sleeping habits?" You tilt your head a little and he looks at you with tears in his eyes.

"Yeah" he looks at your hands and starts to move his fingers against yours, caressing them. "I think i started sleep walking..." He whispers.

"What if you slept with me tonight? Or are you not sleepy anymore. Sorry I woke you up by the way." You make a face and he chuckles, he brushes his tears away.

"It's okay. I think... I think a distraction will be good. What movie did you bring?" He gives you the tiniest of smiles and your heart hurts so much for him.

You don't want to bring seeing up a therapist, you know not everyone likes hearing those words said to them. And you don't know how he will react if they come out of your mouth.

You don't know what to do. You're on a tough spot but at least the best you can do right now is be a good friend. A good neighbor.

So you excitedly get out of his bed and grab the movie, showing it to him. "Ta-da. It's the most best horrible disaster movie ever. 2012. Critics hated it and people got anxiety attacks from it. But don't worry it's mostly because it's about the supposed end of the world predicted by the Mayans. And that didn't happen so it seems silly now. But if you don't wanna watch it it's okay maybe we can watch something else--"

"I wanna see it. It's one of your favorites right?" He looks at you so tenderly it makes you want to take a picture.

His curls are on his forehead and there's still a bit of red in his eyes. There's a bit of hair on his chin and jaw that you know he will want to shave later. You wished, oh so desired, he would leave his beard grow. You bet he looked really... nice. Just imagining him with a mustache is making your toes curl and your breathing go faster than normal.

The question comes back to the front of your mind: does he like you? Yes or no?

**

"I guess that's what has happened lately in my life" you clap your hands on your legs, you feel the fabric of your jeans and pick on it. You're not looking Dr. Williams in the eyes. You know what she's about to ask you.

Dr. Williams hums and leans back on her chair, she looks intently at you, you can feel her stare on you but you're looking at the plushie on your side of the sofa you're sitting on. A monkey with a little blue jacket.

"By the way you're avoiding my gaze, I'm guessing you know what I'm about to ask you." You finally look at her and she's smiling, not in a bad intent way or anything. She's just, smiling.

You sigh and look at your fingers, your chipped nail polish being a distraction for a second before you look at her.

"I don't like him. I don't. I swear." You say.

"Like that?"

"Yeah like that. He's my friend. Nothing more. I was just curious to if he was going to kiss me or not" you keep avoiding her eyes and she lets out a chuckle.

From the corner of your eye, you see her adjust her glasses.

"And if he kissed you, would you have kissed him back?" That question makes you flinch.

You had been open to friendship, with anyone. You liked making friends. You didn't have much of those here after moving to London a few years ago. And making friends in your twenties is hard no matter what anyone says. But you weren't too...keen on liking someone again. Not after so so so many years of not liking anyone. Not after so much sadness that was brought to you by your sad teenage years.

You didn't think you were ready to face this part yet. You didn't want another....unrequited love added to the long list of unrequited loves that trailed behind you like a tail.

"No-- Maybe? NO. Absolutely not. No. No" You furrow your eyebrows in thought and Dr. Williams hums again.

"I sense some hesitancy in you. Do you want my opinion?"

You stay silent, looking at her shoes, black loafers that shine under the white light of her office. "On if I like him?" You mumble.

"Yes."

"I don't think so." You decide. But even if she doesn't say it you know what she would've told you. You could hear it in her voice in your head and everything. 'In my opinion, i think you do like him. And that's nothing to be ashamed for. He seems like a nice fellow. He may even like you--' LIES. You did NOT like him. And he did not like you. End of story.

"Well. Maybe you should reevaluate your feelings for him." Dr. Williams says and you groan, glaring at her and she chuckles. "Just saying. I'm your doctor after all. I'm supposed to give you tips on how to deal with stuff but if you won't admit some things then we can't move forward."

She gets up and leaves her file about you on the desk next to her. She fixes her clothes and turns to look at you. You're looking at her with an unreadable look on your face. Eyes distant. She sighs and sits down next to you, she moves the monkey plushie and she's about to put it away but decides against it. She grabs your hands and places the monkey and instantly you hold tightly to it.

"Liking someone is not the end of the world. And who knows, maybe he will end up liking you. And if it doesn't work out we can work through it. Me and you, together." She lays a hand on your arm and you look up at her with tears in your eyes that you're trying really hard to not let fall.

"I just don't want to go back to being so... blue, that i can't think, i can't take care of myself, i don't want to be... Depressed." A tear falls from your eye and Dr. Williams hugs you tightly.

It's not the first time she has hugged you but it feels as equally as comforting as it does everytime she does. Which is rarely.

You sigh and silently pray it's going to be okay. That you're going to be fine. And if not that Dr. Williams will help you if needed.

**

Sighing, you stare at your door for a moment, deep in thought. Lots of things are going through your mind. Lots of what if's. Good and bad if's. You shake your head trying to get rid of it. You don't want to think, you don't want to do anything but you need a distraction.

Taking the keys out of your pocket, you turn the lock and step in.

Just as you step in you feel something crumble under your shoe. You look down and move your foot, to see a paper on the wooden floors. You pick it up.

I will be gone for a few. Don't wait up for me. I'll come back.

- Steven

You furrow your eyebrows. Few? Few days? Weeks? Months? What the fuck?

#steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #jake lockely x reader #moon knight x reader #moon knight system x reader #moon knight #marvel #moon knight fic #moon knight fanfic #my fic #into the blue/out of the blue story #mcu fanfic

[holdmytesseract]

Lil' Announcement...

It's nothing bad, I swear. Rather good. 😁

I have been struggling a bit with my writing - like you know. Now, I'd say I have it under control again. The smol writing department in my brain isn't misbehaving anymore - which makes me honestly very happy. I've been writing A LOT of Baby Fever fics lately and I decided that I need a break from it. Don't get me wrong. I love this AU with all my heart, but we need some distance, in order to work perfectly together again. Therefore, I'm postponing the wedding (again, as well as the requests in my askbox) and write some other stuff. I need a ✨change of scenery✨. I hope this helps, 'cause I want the wedding to be perfect.

To cut a long story short, I decided to open up requests again. 🥳 Not that long, though, 'cause I've still got a few left and if I have too much I feel under pressure quite fast. 🙈 Plus, I don't want y'all needing to wait so long. So, I thought about a 'new concept' for doing this...

Rules:

I will only leave them open for a few hours (12 max. Depends on how many requests I get... I think I won't take more than 15 😬)

Everything that gets send in after I close them again will be deleted. I know this sounds hard and I'm really sorry for that, but I need to draw a line. Every time I opened requests and got 10 (for expample), I ended up with 15 - long after I closed them again. I've always been so kind to still accept and write them, but this puts me off my stride. I don't close them without a reason. Closed means closed. I hope you all can understand that.

No nonnies anymore. I love nonny requests - don't get me wrong. But I had a lot of moments in the past, where I wished to talk to the person who sent me the request and I couldn't. If you don't want me to publish your blog name, no problem. Just tell me and I'll keep you anonymous.

There are things I'm not comfortable with to write. Please respect that and take a look at my Request Rules for that.

I can't promise you that I'll write your request. This is something that happens VERY rarely. Sometimes there's simply no inspiration for a certain request and it's neither cool for me to pressure me into writing it, nor for you who gets a shitty story to read in return. I hope you can understand that as well. Happens really not that often, though.

Please be patient. I'm not always the fastest writer.

Characters I'm going to write for:

Loki (No requests for the Baby Fever AU please.)

Tom Hiddleston

Will Ransome

Jonathan Pine

James Conrad

I wouldn't say no to a Magnus Martinsson request either... 👀

Well... I think that's it... 🥳

Let's get started! 🔥

Peeps, who might be interested in knowing this... @fictive-sl0th @muddyorbsblr @lokisgoodgirl @eleniblue @aagn360 @mochie85 @multifandom-worlds @lokiforever @anukulee @chennqingg @loz-3 @jennyggggrrr @lady-rose-moon @lou12346789 @evelyn-kingsley @iamlokisgloriouspurpose @smolvenger 🧡 Absolute NO pressure, though. Just thought you might be interested. ☺️

#opening requests #loki x reader #loki laufeyson #loki x female reader #loki x you #tom hiddleston x reader #loki #loki fanfiction #loki x y/n #loki fluff #loki laufeyson x reader #tom hiddleston au #tom hiddleston x you #tom hiddleston x y/n #jonathan pine #jonathan pine x reader #jonathan pine x you #the night manager #james conrad x reader #james conrad #captain james conrad #james conrad x you #kong: skull island #will ransome x reader #will ransome x you #will ransome #the essex serpent #magnus martinsson x reader #magnus martinsson #wallander fanfiction

[avisisisis]

ngl but u right, afther the flamechasers arc ended everything went downhill like (here may come the askbox format breaking) -game balancing (if you don't have the new stuff then rip since hoyoverse doesn't likes buffing characters) being questionable -characters desings be like "BEGONE, GOTH!" (please release a goth char, the last one we got was Mobius) -History mode became more and more confusing (i feel like the stuff with the suga and kira could been covered for the chapter 2 with Kira being one of the new MCs instead of a Arc-Character tbh) -i feel like the animated cutscenes afther elysium everlating's are like... where are they now? did the animators moved to make the genshin anime? and now they have to make the "animated cutscenes" with the 3d models (with a chance of low-end dispositives breaking (aka overheating or lagging a lot)?) sorry for ranting so randomly at ya, but TLDR: Honkai's direction went downhill after the flamechasers stuff ended

Don't apologize! I love when ppl add more stuff to things I say

Tbh, I feel like it started to go downhill since before the Flamechasers arc. When we were on Kolosten, maybe. That's when we first got the open world, a feature that we didn't know would stay until know, and that's when the animations and cutscenes we all love just. Stopped appearing

At that time, though, the game was still enjoyable. It's fun to travel through the open world, and the character designs still weren't as lazy as they are now. But the over-explaining got worse since the Kolosten arc and while I loved (still love) the Flamechasers arc, it wasn't very enjoyable to play and I (and a lot of other people too apparently) was skipping through the dialogue because of how boring it was

I was waiting for the interesting parts to appear and those parts were great! But what took to get there was so annoying

What I loved about the Flamechasers arc was everything about Elysia and watching Mei interact with the Flamechasers. Also Kevinsu. That bitch became his best friend's sword. Amazing

Idk I just really miss the old play style, when we could leave the part we were playing without losing all our progress and when the cutscenes were still there! Man I miss those sm

The designs are just plain and boring now. Always with the same color palette and undressing the characters even more. Also what did they do to Seele? "Oh but Avis, her color scheme was always white and blue!" It was white and dark blue. What I'm tired of are pastel colors

The new Herrscher battlesuits (yes, I'm counting Origin and Finality) don't look like Herrschers at all. Seele is basically naked. They're all basically naked. The storyline is also becoming lazier and lazier and could be written better. I have many complaints about Elysia as well, even though I love her and she's one of my favorite characters (and her design is top tier. All of them. My girl)

#honkai #honkai impact #honkai impact 3 #honkai impact 3rd #i really miss the “goth” characters #we need to go back to the darker and red color palettes please #mobius #hyv #hoyoverse #mhy #mihoyo #flame chasers #elysia #kiana kaslana #raiden mei #seele vollerei #herrscher of finality #herrscher of origin #final herrscher #herrscher of rebirth #herrscher of death

[sevikasleftpussyflap]

You: "Totally want to write about how she’d deal with her pregnant s/o."

Me: *kicks your askbox open*

Legit I was gonna ask you about amab!Sevika's reaction to getting the Reader pregnant, but let's roll for cis!Sevika, too. How does she react? If they keep the baby, what's the decision process like? How does Sevika deal with the Reader's cravings, hormones, mood swings, etc?

Also the mental image of Sevika holding an itty bitty baby makes my ovaries explode sorry not sorry.

These are really shitty bc I’m having a crisis <3 might do more later

I think she’d be proud if she got you pregnant. Definitely triggers her memory of the time it most likely happened and she will look at your belly and smirk. Because she did that.

Will only cradle your belly with her human hand. Even though she’s never once nicked you with those claws when you weren’t pregnant, she’s not taking any chances and ignores your pleas of missing that metal arm around you.

She’d adjust to your unstable moods fairly quickly. She likes your increased libido and has only edged you the one time when you broke down in tears. She only sticks to light teasing now. I think she would be more of a pushover while you’re in this state. And once you catch on you’ll start using it to your advantage.

You’ll press her hard limits and break down in tears and yelling when she doesn’t give in. She allows herself to be manipulated by you, but when she doesn’t, she will silently hold you while you cry or give you space.

Will have a hand around you and resting against your stomach in public. You’d always have to be tucked into her side.

Sevika won’t let you do a damn thing by yourself. Not even pull out your chair. Either her and her men will get you whatever you need. That also includes late night cravings. She becomes an extra light sleeper once you’re pregnant, and your struggle to get out of bed always wakes her up. She’ll simply pull you down with a gruff, groggy, “No.” and go get you what you’ve been craving for the last five days.

Cuts back on the violence around you because she knows it makes you nauseous. She doesn’t bother to hide her judgmental stare at the baby growing in your belly whenever it makes you Ill

When preparing for the baby and buying clothes, toys, stuff like that, Sevika will start buying them weapons too.

If it’s not planned, Sevika would try to keep her face as stoic as possible to not show the panic and unsure emotions flickering across her face. Because she’s been on her own for so long and used to looking out for herself only, the first thought that pops into her head is to leave you. But she’s dealt with that throughout the entirety of your relationship. When she fell in love with you, her mind screamed at her to cut ties with you. When you got her a one year anniversary gift, she hovered near the door with her bags packed that night until you tiredly called her back to bed, unable to sleep peacefully without her. You make her weak and a part of her will always hate you for it.

But she loves you so she stays. She wouldn’t know how to continue living without you now that she knows what it’s like to have you in her life.

Sevika will wear one of those baby slings and go about her job (the less dangerous parts) with them when you need a break. She’ll occasionally lift a tiny hand to her mouth to give it a kiss when it’s been a good gremlin.

Definitely kills people while holding them when you’re not around. She wants to desensitize them young.

#sevika imagine #sevika x reader

[enthyrea]

Please tell me about your oddly detailed backstory for javy coyote machado 👁️

who am i to deny!!

(tagging @calkale, @blood-suits-and-tears, and @rebel-fight bc they also asked about him)

to start, a lot of my hcs are branching off of @boasamishipper's lovely ideas about javy, but with some personal changes here and there.

sooo i think javy and his family are from new orleans, louisiana but were displaced to austin, texas bc of hurricane katrina in 2005-- they end up moving back to nola but after javy graduates from high school. while they were in tx, javy enrolls at his local high school and he's your typical quiet transfer kid but excels in his classes so well he ends up tutoring this blonde kid that sits next to him in calculus (yes, it's hangman lmao). his mom, geneviève lafitte, is afro creole french, and his dad, joão, is afro portuguese, so he speaks both languages often. he's got two younger siblings, adelaide and sebastién.

his family was pretty well off before the hurricane but most of their stuff was destroyed in the floods. as a result, he ends up learning how to cook so he can help his siblings get dinner while his parents are working late more often than not.

eventually, he becomes best friends with jake, slits his own eyebrow (his mom faints), joins the football team, and gets matching ear piercings with jake in the summer of 06. (jake's parents find out and make him take it out, but javy keeps his) he realizes he's bisexual after he goes on a shortlived but fun couple of dates with a classmate. though he doesn't know the term for it until much muuuuch later.

he breaks his leg during their senior homecoming game, losing his sports scholarship in the process. jake also loses his recruitment because he drops the team to help take care of javy (carry his books to class, drive him to school, etc etc)

he ends up going to tulane university in nola, and after graduation, decides to join the navy to help support his family. jake follows him like a lost puppy.

i mention this briefly in my macheresin fic (which you should read hehe shameless plug) but javy gets his callsign after performing some particularly slippery maneuvers (lots of ducking and weaving) and a squadmate says he's like wile-e-coyote. it sticks after that. him and jake end up in the same TOPGUN class, and javy wins first with jake second.

i could talk bout this guy forever so pls if you wanna know more my askbox is always open and i like him a very normal amount

#a lot of my hcs for him come from tarzan (his actor) being from nola #also i should say i'm also from NOLA #so that's a big reason why i love him #[gives a character a slit eyebrow a piercing and bisexuality] this is my guy now #feel free to ask me more about him i love him so bad #not my art #just chatting #javy coyote machado #coyote machado #tgm headcanons

[scholastic-dragon]

Heeeyo! I saw that your askbox was open and was wondering if you could do the rise and bay verse turtles with a trans!guy s/o(not poly btw) that doesn't really show many emotion, like, has always a poker face besides laughing a bit from time to time and one day he forgets his journal at the lair and when the guys see it there's cute drawings of the guys and like, cute writing of the s/o saying how much they like the turtles and stuff like that?

I'd like if you wrote headcanons plz, have a nice day ^^

Sorry this took me so long to do, hope you like it! Also this is kinda long lol

Bay! and Rise! Turtles x Trans!guy reader (he/him and they/them pronouns used)

Turtles and the Notebook

It was a normal day at the lair. Crime had been at its lowest point all year and the boys could finally relax and just have a day to themselves.

But, why would they do that when they could invite their best friends (and crush) over.

April and Y/n were quickly called and they all had a blast together.

Well they think Y/n had a good time, he was a very quiet person and didn't show a lot of emotions.

When April and Y/n left that night and most of the lights had been turned off, that's when something caught his eye, a notebook.

He didn't recognize it, picking it up off the sofa and flipping through it.

But wait....this is clearly Y/n's hand writing....but it's about....him?

Bay!Leo:

Jaw. Dropped.

He laughs in disbelief, this notebook, is full of drawings and notes about him!

And they drew him well

Has he always had such nice legs?

Wait, no, he shouldn't be looking through this. It was an invasion to Y/n' privacy and should be returned.

But....how can he do it with a straight face now, you clearly wrote those things on purpose and apparently like him back

Does he return it and act like normal? No, he couldn't possibly do that

He wants to close the journal but he just can't, seeing how you drew his expressions and the sweet notes with little hearts made his knees feel week.

You never, ever showed this much emotion with anything, you were quiet and observant, like him, but you had such a kind a caring heart

He sighed, closing the book and making up his mind. He'd returnt the book, it's the right thing to do.

But there may or may not be a small note tucked into the pages asking you out on a date.

Rise!Leo:

Ego 📈📈📈📈📈📈

He's posing like how you drew him in the book feeling so confident and good

He loves your art and keeps flipping through all the pages, his smile getting wider and wider

Then he sees a simple one, he's relaxed in a bean bag with his feet up, reading a Jupiter Jim comic.

He looks so serene in the picture, it makes him stop for a moment. The detail in the picture is amazing, you clearly spent quite a bit of time studying him

Wait....why would you study him?

Cause he's awesome that's why, he laughs to himself, turning the page as his jaw drops.

It's a drawing of him laughing, he's not sure at what, but there's a caption at the bottom of the page.

'My Champion'

Your.....champion?!?!

His heart plummets to his stomach, before he can realize what he's doing he's out of the lair, journal in hand, rushing to your apartment.

Bay!Donnie:

Mistook it for one of his own notebooks, didn't realize it until after he had written down a.....very long.....and complex equation....that takes up a whole 2 pages...

He feels slightly guilty about writing in it, he would hate for someone to do something like that to him.

He'd quickly go to close it, in the process though, it flies from his hands and hits the floor, pages up.

It's now on two full pages of your drawings and it's takes him until he's picked it up and shoved his face in it to realize the drawings are of him.

His heart rate spikes and he feels himself start to sweat buckets

He quickly closes the notebook and returns it on your next visit, trying not to make it obvious that he knew what was inside.

He plans and plans and plans for weeks, taking data on how you act around him versus his brothers to see if you do have feelings for him.

When the results come back positive, he starts a new experiment.

'Confessing Feelings'

Rise!Donnie:

Goes right over his head

Okay, you left your journal, everybody does that, and he's quite the specimen so of course you chose to draw him

Your skills were very good, you got his expressions near perfect and the proportions were spot on

It was clear that all the time you spent in the lab with him was to study and draw him

In a strange way it made him feel a bit....special

You choose to draw him. To make him the center of every page. To draw little hearts next to him smiling -wait what

Why are there hearts next to him smiling? And when was he smiling like that?

This is clearly a mistake, you must've just been doodling.

He does the responsible thing and close the journal and text you that it's still in the lair

Of course he doesn't mention that he went through it, he'd freak out if his brothers went through his things.

But he rolls around in his bed that night, unable to sleep, thinking about what you drew

Suddenly he jumps from his bed, he's got a new equation to solve

Bay!Raph:

Probably the only one who doesn't open the notebook right away.

He stares at it for a few hours, unsure of what to do. He tries doing others things as a distraction, but his eyes keep going back to it.

Bay!Mikey:

But his curiosity gets the best of him and he looks.

And his jaw dropped to the floor seeing that you had drawn him. And drawn him.....quite handsome

You really made his muscles big, damn, are his arms that nice?

He puts it back where you left it and acts like he doesn't know what it is.

He'll be way more flirty and tease you way more to try and get you to admit your feelings.

He loves seeming you get flustered.

Rise!Raph:

Turns redder than his mask.

He's so flustered and embarrassed and probably almost ruins it when he tries to close it and put it back down.

He's so awkward for a few weeks after he returns it, he has no idea how to act around you after seeing little sketches of him smiling and laughing.

I mean, you drew hearts next to him smiling, that's gotta mean something right?

He's too nervous to make any first moves, you'll have to be the one to do that.

But when you do, he's over the moon and will happily reciprocate.

Purposefully opens and looks in it.

Rise!Mikey:

He's got no shame when he found it, he flips through every page and goes through it at least three times over.

He takes pictures of his favorites and puts them in a separate folder to look at when he's sad.

His heart skips a beat and he immediately seeks you out to tell you.

He doesn't beat around the bush, he's got actual proof that you like him back and he isn't going to waste this moment.

Unfazed at first

You'd both been each other's models hundred of times, it was no surprise to see himself in your notebook

But...he doesn't remember posing this way....

Wait, that was when you two were hanging out in the kicthen, he was trying a new recipe and you were at the dining table.

You caught him at a side angle, eyes big and bright with a large smile. He looked cute!

And what's this? A little heart next to it. Aw that's sweet. Wait, there's a small blurb next to the heart

'Making cookies, they're almost as sweet as he is'

*gasp*

He seeks you out and gently asks why you drew him (and apologizes for peeking at your notebook)

His heart skips a beat at your answer.

#tmnt #tmnt bayverse #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles movie #tmnt donnie #tmnt leo #tmnt raph #tmnt mikey #tmnt headcannons #tmnt imagines #tmnt imagine #tmnt 2014 #tmnt 2016 #rise!boys #rise turtles #rise!leo #rise!donnie #rise!raph #rise!mikey #tmnt x reader #thanks for the ask!

[marchy-emmet]

This callout posts culture that is keeping the submas community in its grip makes me enjoy it a lot less than I used to. I sometimes see cool stuff but feel afraid to reblog it or fear that someone is going to shit over it. I still love the twins, but I'm more and more thinking of switching lines and visiting different stations. I will miss the people I have shared the train rides though. But I'm fed up with the few throwing trash around in the train while I try to enjoy the ride

I want to speak out about this, but I'm afraid that a trash bin gets emptied on my head

I guess that looking at the date and realising it has been a certain ammount of time since the last callout post and feeling sad about this happening is a sign that it might be time to leave Sorry for being a downer in your askbox. I hope you have a nice day and can be in a place where you can enjoy submas in comfort

I don't know who you are, anon, but my DMs are always open for discussion if you really want to. And if you do feel like speaking out about it is right -- by all means, go for it.

I think all fandoms are like this to a certain degree... But until more people begin yapping about it, nothing is going to change. I'm not gonna let the fandom ruin the twins for me, but leaving is completely valid, too. 🙏🙏

#asks #personal

[dabislittlemouse]

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[hertzwritings]

The barber boys and the bakery chapter 1

A/N: Yes, I do have three WIPS currently going and a shit-ton of other stuff, BUT the always amazing @buckyshattergirl​ and I have talked in LENGTH about a thing and now I have to write the thing. I need fluffy Dad!Andy Barber and cute kid Jacob. It’s probably going to be a series, maybe, and it’ll mostly be snapshots and cute little one-shots of the life of the Barber boys.   I can’t say when or how frequently it’ll be updated, but it will be updated!

Anyway, I hope you’ll like it because I sure as hell do!

You can buy me a coffee here, and I’ll write you a personalized something – the sky is the limit, my loves!

Remember, feedback feeds the soul (min in particular) and my requests – and askbox – are always open – there’s no limits, because I am me and I have none.

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Pairing: Andy Barber x female reader

Contains: language, fluff, mentions of violence, age gap

W.C: 2.000

 The meeting

NEXT CHAPTER

  The bakery was quiet for the first time since you opened today; the hustle and bustle of high school kids had dwindled down to zero, and you finally had time to make yourself the cup of coffee, you had craved since 4 in the morning. You did worry, though, because your favorite kid – the lanky, shy Jacob – had been nowhere to be seen, which was strange for him. He came in every day, a shy smile on his lips and asked (as the only one) for your walnut muffins, small talking about nothing really, while you bagged it up for him. It was steady and routine at this point:

You opened, began baking, and precisely thirty minutes before the bell rang, Jacob would show up, buy a walnut muffin, eat it inside while talking about schoolwork or his dad – or how much he hated his mom – and then wave goodbye. You liked it. He was a smart and funny kid, and your general penchant for being a MomTM, made it easy to talk to him and dote on him.

He seemed like he needed it.

Which is why you were worriedly looking out of the window towards the school with furrowed brows, when the bell rang, and Jacob still hadn’t shown up. Not that he wasn’t allowed to not show up, but it gave you a sense of unease. He had been through enough, already. You began baking another round of croissants, flour going everywhere, and you grumbled to yourself that this was not the day for wearing black boots, because they were slowly turning grey. Occupational hazard.

You were so concentrated, that you missed the bell chiming and the sound of shuffling feet, until a soft voice called out. “Hey, Y/N.” Your head whipped up to see Jacob stand in front of you. Your smile fell when you saw the busted lip and the blood flowing freely. “Sorry, I didn’t come in earlier.” “Don’t think about that, what happened to you?” you rushed to his side and sat him down in one of the chairs, quickly going to the open sign and flipping it. “Asshole at school.” He said with a shrug. “Isn’t the first time, won’t be the last.” You were seething. “Jake, you… Hang on, I’ll get you something to clean off with.” You rushed to the back, found a hand towel and wet it, handing it to him as soon as you came back and sat down in front of him. “Thanks.” “Jake, listen to me. Who was he, why did he do that, and do I need to kill him?” You asked seriously. He shook his head. “It’s the dickhead Spencer. He’s… Well, yeah. He’s that. I guess I sat in his chair. Or he thinks I’m gay. It could all of the things.” You pursed your lips. You might only be 25 years old, and you may have only known Jacob for six months, but you felt protective of him. “Call your dad. When’s the break?” He glanced at the clock. “In… Like two minutes.” He scrolled on his phone, stopping with a finger hovering over the call-button. “Why?” “I’m about to beat this bitch up.” You said firmly, dusting your fingers from flour. “You’re coming with me, point him out.” He called his dad as he stood up. “Uh, dad? So… I might get in trouble. Not like, that kind of trouble again, but like… Normal teen trouble? At school? You should get over here. Like…” He looked at you and swallowed. “I’m a little scared of Y/N. She’s about to rip a kid a new one for punching me. Anyway, bye!” he hung up. “Voicemail.”

You stalked to the school parking lot, hair whipping around your face in the wind, Jacob trailing after you, and he nodded to a red-headed, slightly plump kid, who was laughing with a group of other boys. You were ready to throw some fucking hands.

“YOU!” You marched over to him, while Jacob stood back, watching it unfold. “Who the hell do you think you are?” you began, the kid stumbling back a few paces and the verbal smack-down began.

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Andy hated voicemails like that. He hated that his first thought was not again, and he drove faster than he probably should’ve to reach the school in record time. When he pulled over, he saw Jacob standing, eyes locked on a woman, who was clearly angrily gesturing and speaking loudly to the asshole of a kid, Spencer, who looked like he was about to cry. Andy got out of the car quickly and almost jogged to Jacob’s side, clocking the busted lip. “What the hell happened to you?” He asked, taking Jacob’s face in his hands. “I’m fine dad, seriously.” He glanced at the woman again. “I don’t think I have anything to worry about, because Y/N seems to be doing a great job telling him off.” He pointed to her, and Andy frowned. “Wait, that’s Y/N?” “Yeah.” “I thought she was in your year!” He said, watching her poke Spencer in the chest with a finger. “Nah, she’s like… 25, but super cool. She plays DND and stuff. She’s like my mom friend.” “She’s a mom?” Andy could almost hear Jacob roll his eyes. “No, dad, a mom friend.” “Kid, I have no idea what that means.”

“If you ever even look at him again, I’ll wreck you faster than you can scream mommy.” Andy overheard the last of the conversation – or yelling – from Y/N, before she turned on her heels and walked straight to Jacob, cupping his face in her hands. The gesture made Andy’s stomach go into knots. “Listen to me, you’re getting free muffins for the rest of the year from even tolerating being in the same room as that fucking wombat.” You said, wiping your thumb across Jacob’s cheek. Andy was reeling. He watched Spencer run inside of the school and didn’t see her turn to him. “You’re Mr. Barber, I presume.” He was about to answer when he finally looked at her.

She was beautiful. He knew beauty when he saw it. Her hair was flowing around her face, her eyes were burning into him, and her lips, fucking hell, her lips made him feel dizzy. She radiated confidence. She was wearing a blue sundress, covered largely by a black apron that in turn, was covered in flour, and he had never in his life felt this attracted to a person before. He swallowed thickly when he noticed the tattoos littering her arms, and the one, that poked out from her collarbone to her shoulder, only interrupted by the strap of her dress made his heart thump heavily in his chest. “Barber, yes. I.. Am Andy.” He swallowed thickly and noticed Jacob grin like a Cheshire cat. “Well, Barber, Andy, prepare yourself to go to the principal’s office.” “Why, did you punch the kid?” He asked, honestly a little worried. She looked terrifying, despite her smaller stature and flour in her hair. She shook her head. “No, but I did accidentally say nobody messes with my kid and called the kid an asshole, that was tired of shitting, and that if he ever tried to touch my kid again, I’d rip his arms from his body and stuff them up his ass.” She turned her head to see the very angry face of the vice-principal. “Shit.” “Will you follow me, Mr. Barber, Miss?” She told him through tight lips. Y/N followed as well, clearly ready to face whatever wrath a principal had to dish out. Andy couldn’t stop looking at her, her entire aura was just confidence and care; he cleared his throat several times to get rid of the damned dry spot, that suddenly appeared at the same time as Y/N had cupped Jacob’s cheeks.

They both stepped into the office, and when she stood next to him, Andy realized just how short she was in comparison to him. He easily towered a head above her. “I don’t appreciate siblings telling students off, Mr. Barber.” He cocked an eyebrow at the principal. “Siblings?” he asked, slightly confused. The principal pointed at Y/N, who laughed. “Oh, no, I’m not related.” She winked at Andy. “Yet.” He spluttered. She turned back to the principal. “And someone has to tell them off, or nobody will. Seriously, do you not a have a zero-bullying policy in this hellhole?” Andy snickered under his breath.   “Miss, that’s very inappropriate…” “No, I’ll tell you what’s inappropriate.” Y/N cut the principal off. “That someone can punch another human being and face zero repercussions. Zero bullying, my ass, you’re literally enforcing the bullying by not acting. I have no respect for you or anything you have to say to me, as long as you allow that to happen in your school, Mrs.” Andy cleared his throat, when the principal opened her mouth to retort. “I agree. My son has done nothing” (well, he hoped) “to warrant this. Y/N did nothing more than stand up for my son, which is needed since the school decided not to.” “Mr. Barber, I can assure you…” “You can assure me of nothing.” He said with a smile. It was the same smile he wore when he delivered his final statements in court. “I refuse to be called in here for my son, when he’s the one bleeding. Have a wonderful day, Mrs. Stevensen.” He turned on his heel and gestured for Y/N to follow him, leaving the principal absolutely dumbfounded.

“Am I in trouble?” Jacob asked in the second, they stepped outside. Andy shook his head and wrapped his arm around Jacob, pulling him close. “No, kiddo, you’re not.” “Tell you what, I’ll get you a few muffins to take back, okay?” Y/N said. “Come, I was going to close early anyway.” Jacob practically jumped out of Andy’s arms and ran after Y/N, talking animatedly with his hands as they walked. Andy furrowed his brows; he hadn’t seen Jacob like this in a while, and it warmed his heart a little. He quickly followed them into the bakery, and was immediately feeling comfortable – it smelled of chocolate and fresh bread, while the walls were covered in personal art (he noticed a few drawings from Jacob hung on the wall as well), and he sat down in the chair, that Jacob pointed him to.

“Jake, what will it be today? Walnut muffins, chocolate chip cookies, something dangerous or something unexpected?” She asked seriously. “I’ll cry if you give me anything with chili in it.” He answered with a grin. You rolled your eyes and laughed. “I might be scary, but I’m not evil.” You winked at Andy, who almost choked on thin air. “Unexpected it is, huh?” You kept your eyes on Andy as you spoke, and he couldn’t help the small grin spread on his lips. “Yeah, unexpected is good.” Jacob answered, looking back and forth between Y/N and Andy, his eyes glowing with something Andy hadn’t seen in his son for a while: Hope.

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[liquidstar]

hi from one OC creator mutual to another i just wanna say i have been seeing all your OCs whenever you post them and your dedication to making full body refs of so many little guys just floors me. like i may not fully know whats going on there (though id like to) but your art and dedication to it is amazing. i just thought id say so bc ive thought so for a while i just dont know how to say shit like this without sounding weird LOL. anyway tldr you have such an incredible drive to create and its awsome and i love your OCs never stop posting okbye

HI OMG sorry im replying late i got kind of busy for a sec there, but i love this ask to much its so sweet <3 i promise you dont sound weird at all!!!

i really appreciate the encouragement too! making a lot of full body refs is taxing but its also like. a passion project kind of so i cant not! even though im really excited to almost be done w it (im working on commissions rn though so its on a bit of a pause for now!)

ive seen you talk about your ocs too!! i saw your tags on my post from a couple days ago and read through them :D you have a really cool concept and like, OCs meant for games are sooo interesting to me bc idrk much about #gaming so i have no idea how to create a story for one really! so it similarly floors me when people are able to do that. its like a different skillset for mentally planning the narrative i think, and on top of that is how the games themselves would work... it seems like a lot of thought and planning and its really awesome to me!

id also like to know more about your OCs too :) whenever you wanna talk about them my dms and askbox are open! discord too! i'm finn_again. i like hearing about OC stuff and obvs if you wanna know stuff too that also rocks bc i love sharing lol

but again tysm for the motivation! if i can help it i will never stop posting and keep drawing them :) i hope that once im done w the "drawing all the refs" project i can pop out some more misc stuff, like alt outfits or au concepts or even comics (funny or serious) and maybe that way people will also be more interested than just introduction/reference posts 😅

for both of us though, i hope we get to share our stories with the world for real. like you said in the tags of that other post, these things are like our babies. and i wanna see them grow up strong and have them leave the nest for others to enjoy hehe. seriously, good luck with everything bc im always cheering on other ppl who have passion projects like this, they mean everything in a way thats hard to describe! so! i believe in you and wish you the best!!!!

[feederandfeedee]

Wheres all the decadently and luxuriously describe food part in all the feedee fics/fantasies???...like yeah the weight gain and transformation stuffs great but I wanna be lustfully described what I'm gorging myself on in the process of the gains 😭

Do you have any recs for good feedee fics?

Right?? I agree with this statement!

But as far as feedee fics go, I used to read them all the time when I was younger. Now I don't have the free time to juggle regular reading, watching shows, catching up with friends, wallowing in self pity, video games AND reading feedism fics. Though there are two stories that have stayed with me, specifically in the notes app on my phone, that I visit very rarely but I keep the links just in case because I enjoyed them so much!

The first is about a college aged girl who moves in with an older, motherly woman that turns out to be a witch with motives to fatten the young girl up.

The second is a "Hansel and Gretel" type story about a voracious demon that captures a young man and his portly sister. He is lustful after the girl and the idea of making her fat enough to eat and the way he feeds her is just UGH 🥵

click on the underlined text to be transported immediately to the stories if you're interested in reading them! And if anyone has any recommendations for stories my askbox is always open! I'd love to read your faves and tell you what I think!

#askfeed

[bellybiologist]

Whoops, It's Wednesday! (And Funeral Rambling)

Since Tuesday is long gone, gonna make WiW post remind people about my askbox being always open! and also to just ramble about stuff. (I'm very glad people like my Matter Eater Lad redesign! He has a lot of kink potential I'd like to explore)

btw I'm not 100% sure I will stream this week! I will see where we're at, and have to check my schedule. I'll keep you guys updated.

It may have made me late finishing this month's sequence, but I'm really glad I went to the funeral. (rambling under the cut)

I guess I'm at the point in my life where funeral's are very much a healing occasion, being able to come together with family (most who i rarely get to see), to collectively mourn, reminisce and even meet some new faces. Met some absolutely delightful cousins i never knew, and someone is always bringing their baby who ends up being a huge center of attention. (We love some babies, okay). I mentioned before that I didn't know the cousin who passed away much even though she and her daughters directly helped us after my mom passed, but the funeral helped to remedy that. She did a LOT of union work apparently! Even becoming Vice President of The International Association of Machinists and Aerospace Workers. Her grandaughter went on about how she was always urging her to work with her union when she started working with the city. Very nice and uplifting to hear and learn about, and filled my heart seeing lots of the older ladies and gentlemen come to her funeral and even help organize the repass.

All in all, I feel refreshed, energized even, mentally and spiritually. Pics cuz she was an incredible woman and people should know her~

#her name is prononuced like “Irene” #despite the pastor getting it wrong lol #verzi rambles

[downstairsbar]

Crack-cocaine anon here: honestly ch.6&9 are my fav because i love the mixed media of this fic and the tweets/comments from the fans is hilarious like its just so real and authentic {what does louis’ breast milk taste like @lioncourt @armand6 ………abnormal person @lestatanti: we both know armand don’t know ………………all you’re gonna be is mean @spideyleemark: 74 hours ………………………abnormal person @lestatanti: for ?? ………………………………all you’re gonna be is mean @spideyleemark: until u die} this exchange has me dying...of course the way you write louis and his conflicted emotions about lestat and I'm sure I've popped into your askbox b4 to tell you i'm obsessed with the way you write lestat pov in this fic in ch.12 and in reformation...see-through is just fun to read bc I feel like one of the unhinged commentators in the tweet section of the fic but then I' also feel like I'm watching this 'm also engaged and invested in the overall story and hoping that lestat has gotten his act together and wants to treat his wife louis right this time around but like any good prestige drama you have the love triangle and inner conflict and all that good stuff lol i just really love your work :-)

P.s can I ask, from the jones cut trailer that was relaeased have you had any other fic ideas percolating in that pretty head of yours?

that’s also one of my fave exchanges dvdhdbfgf the normal person is modeled after one of my friends who is insane on twitter so whenever i need someone extra unhinged im like ok what would s say if this was vk and it gets me the funniest fake tweets every time. // abnormal person @/lestatanti: “the government is keeping loustat apart to decrease morale amongst problematic lesbians” / (mark)ed man @/yves theestallion: lestat can’t even spell lesbian / abnormal person: but i bet you can spell cia. // and so on and so forth. I’m always open to twt usernames though that’s always the hardest for me. but literally he needs to treat his wife better this time around omg. ily

#qs #also no ideas yet but i can’t wait for what the season inspires:)