#i apologize tho i did not mean to post it in the middle of the night Whoops sorry!

[treasuregamble]

This might be niche... do you think you could whip up some pngs of wiggles merch? Like the australian band the wiggles?

chase your bliss! i got you

#request reply #i apologize tho i did not mean to post it in the middle of the night Whoops sorry!

[charliemwrites]

Okay, Alejandro time!!

(He’s a keeper but not via kidnapping. Still a deranged arrangement tho lmao)

You’d been a hostage - a tourist or just a casualty of narcos, it doesn’t matter. The men said all kinds of awful things while you shivered in the corner, tired with ropes that would leave scars.

It all happened so suddenly. You had no warning, no instinctive sense that something was going to happen. One second it was all half-drunk men playing cards and watching football - the next there was a metallic clank and the world went bright and loud.

Alejandro is the one to get you out himself, cutting so carefully through the binds. He helps you up on shaky feet, makes a furious expression at the state of you. You can’t hear what he says over the ringing in your ears and the distant cacophony.

He gets you outside, sits you in the passenger side of a big black jeep. You shiver and shake, wide-eyed. When he tries to move away you cling, begging him not to leave you, please please.

He shouts something to his men, then turns back to you. Gives you a once over. This time you can hear him cursing under his breath when he sees the damage to your bare feet. Another soldier brings a blanket that you’re quickly swaddled in.

You meet Alejandro. He takes you back to base, his sergeant riding in the backseat and trying to get your information. You give him what you can, glancing at Alejandro every now and then for reassurance.

He’s your savior, your angel.

On his base, you Velcro yourself to him, heart pounding when anyone else gets too near. He coddles you through the medics, through a debrief with his men, through a brutal punch to one of your arrested captors saying something nasty.

You shouldn’t be filled with warmth at the show of violence. But that it’s on your behalf means the world.

“Why are you letting me do this?” You ask, guilty as he leads you around for training drills.

“Because you need me, no?” he replies.

You do. “What… what if I never stop needing you?”

He hums as he considers that, head tipping side to side.

“Maybe you won’t. I will still let you be here by my side.”

And he makes good on it. As you heal, as you reunite with your family, as you settle into a post-trauma life, Alejandro lets you cling.

More than cling, he cares for you. Coddles you, just like he did that first night. Always hands you food first, and gives you extras from his plate if you still see hungry. tucks you into bed and gets you up in the mornings. Gives you little tasks for Los Vaqueros to keep you busy and keep you from feeling too guilty.

He starts calling for you by nicknames and you’re all too happy to perk up at “princess” or “kitten” or “cookie” exclusively. He starts pressing kisses to your temples, hugging you around the middle from behind while talking to his soldiers.

And because you’re always with him, you end up at a bar one night too. It’s loud, but the base gets loud too sometimes, so you don’t mind. What you do mind is someone making a pass at you after being told no - twice.

You stumble away, yelping for Ale and you all nearly get thrown out of the bar for the hell he unleashes. The night doesn’t last long after that and you apologize for ruining everything, trying to hold back tears. He shakes his head and bundles you in close.

“No, listen. I take care of what’s mine, yeah?”

“And… and I’m yours?” you ask hopefully.

“Yes, love.”

You nuzzle into him all the way back to base. Then spend the night in his room - not for the first time, though this instance is much… steamier than usual.

Ale is a romantic through and through. He takes you apart piece by piece with such care, whispering words of adoration into every inch of skin. He’s a proud man too, has to come twice before sinking into you with a sinful roll of his hips, hair falling around his face as he moans above you.

The next morning, he sees you in his shirt and has you for breakfast at the kitchen table. You follow him around that day with pretty hickies everywhere and his deodorant on your skin. He promises that you can move into his on-base apartment whenever you want.

Rudy helps the two of you the next day.

Still, you know he loves you. You know what kind of man he is. Good and brave and fierce. Loyal the way poets write. He would never stray… but you wish you had reassurance that you belong to him, and him you.

You get a bracelet that only he can take on and off, his name engraved proudly in the metal. He keeps the key with his dog tags. It feels right; you feel possessed. He gets this dark glimmer of satisfaction in his eyes when he sees you thumbing at his name.

A matching bracelet peeks beneath his sleeve when he raises his hand to call his soldiers’ attention. You keep the key on a necklace in the hollow of your throat on proud display.

When Valeria makes a snide comment about it upon meeting, you tilt your head at her.

“You seem like a very unhappy person.” And flounce off.

Alejandro laughs raucously about it still hours later, praising you while you sit in his lap and sip his beer.

#thoughts™️ #cod #keeper/kept au #my writing #fanfiction #reader fic #keeper alejandro

[citrusy-lemons]

pancake-cakes

tasm!peter x reader

summary: late night cravings bring out some deeper feelings.

author's note: HOLY SHIT, count on me to go MIA for a month after posting. honestly tho i'm so sorry, i've got school and extracurriculars and projects and shit and i haven't really gotten time to write and my schedule is still super hectic, hopefully i'll be able to get other stuff out soon but no promises :/

let me know what you think? constructive criticism is welcome and please be nice :)

see, the middle of the night wasn't meant for this. it's to sleep and dream and pee.

not for baking a cake without having most ingredients of the cake. but you'd gotten a sudden craving and it was a weekend tomorrow, so bad decisions were inevitable.

did you have a million assignments to do? maybe. but peter also had a million assignments to do and he was still here, so technically, he's also making bad decisions. he was aware of that fact.

mind you he did try to convince you to go back to sleep at first but you wore him down. he didn't put up a big fight, he never did, against you.

he's convinced himself that he was only there to watch over you and make sure you didn't slice a finger or spill the flour, not to help you out with your late night shenanigans. but he was cutting up the strawberries so, really, he didn't have a strong resolve.

"you know, i think that when the box says 'pancake mix' you're supposed to make pancakes," he said, turning to you, who was reading the back of said box.

were you trying to bake a cake in the middle of the night with pancake batter cuz you didn't have the stuff for the cake and didn't want to go to the grocery store to get it? kinda. would peter have gone and got the stuff himself if you'd asked? yes.

"i didn't listen to you the last 17 times, i'm not gonna listen to you now, and besides," you said, pouring the mix into a bowl, "a pancake is just a cake but made on a pan instead of an oven. we're just changing the recipe a bit," you shrugged, like it was obvious and he was the stupid one.

"there are so many things wrong with that sentence, i dont even know where to begin,"

"here's a hint, don't."

you were being mean, you knew that. you didn't mean it. peter knew that. and you knew that peter knew that but you would apologize later. he knew that. he sighed dramatically.

"you wound me,"

you rolled your eyes at that. pretending to be annoyed at him was easy. wiping the smile away from your face when you were around him wasn't.

"if i had a dollar for every time you're wounded, i'd be filthy rich."

he glanced up at you. he knew that that wasn't completely a joke, it had a bittersweet tone to it. was that the reason why you were up at this ungodly hour? peter knew that you'd been stressed lately, he didn't know he had a hand in that.

"hey, you wanna tell me what's up?"

you didn't meet his eye, but you did stop fiddling with the bowl. almost immediately, you grabbed the knife out of his hand, mumbling, "you're cutting them all wrong,"

you both knew that wasn't true. one of the perks of having grown up with may was that peter was a fantastic cook. he'd been doing this sort of stuff forever. you needed to get better at excuses.

he gently laid his hand over yours to stop you and said your name softly, pleadingly. a long pause. you complied.

"it's just that," you started with a sigh, and dropped the knife, "you're my best friend peter, and i know that being spiderman means a lot to you," hesitation creeps up as you get to the actual issue. peter senses a 'but' coming. you look at him.

"but you come home every night with bruises everywhere, in pain, and i know you say that they'll go away in the morning and they do but," you're rambling now, he doesn't stop you.

"you have to see it from my perspective, i-" another sigh, you look away, "i get scared, peter."

oh. you were worried for him. he wonders how he didn't realise that before. that time he came home with a stab wound and you looked like you were going to cry he thought you were nauseous at the sight of blood. peter was an idiot.

"i know i shouldn't but i dont like the thought of you getting beat up every night." you were talking with your hands now, "imagine how you would feel if i came home with bruises all over my body and told you not to worry and that i'll be fine in a couple hours." you looked at him again. there was a sort of pain in your eyes. peter wishes it weren't there.

"it doesn't feel good peter. and you assume that i'm supposed to be okay with it?" you took a deep breath and closed your eyes, turning back to the strawberries. your hands were shaking.

peter thought about it. about what you'd said. you were scared for him and he understood that. it couldn't have been easy to be with someone like him. but he couldn't very well abandon spiderman. it was a part of him now. he knew that you knew that, but at the same time, he understood your point.

he thought about how he'd feel if the roles were reversed. if you came home with the type of wounds he did every night, he would be terrified. he couldn't blame you, of course he couldn't.

but he was spiderman, he had a responsibility, an unspoken vow to this city. he had opportunities and powers that no one else did, and he wanted to do good with it.

he hadn't asked for it, but he still had it. if he gave up being spiderman, he didn't think his conscience would let him live with it.

"i'm not asking you not to be spiderman," you spoke, finding your voice, "of course i won't do that. i'm just saying..." you trailed off, unsure of what you wanted and whether you were allowed to have it.

peter took both your hands into his, silently begging you to look at him. you did.

"i know what you're saying, and i understand. i don't blame you, i get where you're coming from and i promise, i'll be fine," he said, softly. he knew you were anxious about his safety.

"i can't give up being spiderman, and i know that's not what you're saying, but you have to understand, i can't not do it, it's a part of me, and i swear i will be more careful," his brown eyes bore into yours, willing you to understand. you blinked and unconsciously looked to the floor.

"but what if, being careful isn't enough one day? what if it isn't just some robbers or burglars but some other things? what if it's one of those aliens or mutants or something and you can't defend yourself? what am i supposed to do then, pete?"

you closed your eyes again, trying to stop the tears. peter's heart was tearing itself knowing that he was the reason for them. how could he tell you that him being the cause for your tears hurt more than any knife in the world?

"hey, look at me," he said, searching for your eyes. you shook your head but looked up at him anyway, the tears in your lashes resolutely not giving in to gravity.

"nothing is going to happen to me. i've handled stuff like that, you know. i know you're worried and upset but i promise, nothing will happen. you need to trust me, okay? we're going to be fine. please, I need you to trust me."

he said your name like it's the last time he'll ever get to, not in a way a friend is supposed to.

you sniffed, "i trust you, i do. it's this city that i don't trust," you steeled yourself, "but if you're sure, and you believe we'll be fine, then i do too."

he cracked a smile then, and pulled you in for a hug. a tight one. neither of you let go for quite a few minutes. you relished in it.

"god, okay i know i'm being silly, i'm sorry," you said after you'd pulled away, rubbing at your eyes.

"you're not being silly, don't be sorry. it's completely okay and valid. don't ridicule your thoughts, you're allowed to feel," peter said, in a scold-ish manner that he'd no doubt learnt from may.

"and please step away from the strawberries, and go back to butchering your so-called 'cake'," he said with a teasing smile, bumping his hips into yours to move you back to the bowl of pancake mix.

you scoffed incredulously, back into your playful demeanor, "excuse you, i would have perfected this pancake-cake if i weren't feeling sleepy right now, so, unfortunately for you, you won't get to taste this deliciousness, whenever i do get to make it,"

"oh, what a tragedy, i won't get to torture my tastebuds with whatever concoction you manage to brew up,"

you shoved at him, not that he moved an inch, and grabbed the plate of cut strawberries.

"just for that, i'm gonna eat these strawberries in bed using your pillow as a table, and you know i can be a very messy eater," you laughed like an evil sorcerer and ran towards the bedroom.

peter, horrified at the thought of sleeping on a sticky pillow, ran after you, forgetting that he had sticky hands himself. (pun intended, i'm sorry i couldn't not do it)

"come back here you!"

the pancake mix in the bowl, the half pack of strawberries waiting to be cut, and the anxiety were all left forgotten back in the kitchen.

#peter parker #tasm!peter x y/n #tasm!peter fic #tasm!peter fluff #tasm!peter angst #tasm!peter one shot #tasm!peter x reader #peter parker fluff #tasm!peter #reader insert #andrew garfield #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker fic #peter parker x reader #andrew!peter imagine #andrew!spiderman #andrew!peter parker #andrew!peter x reader #andrew!peter x you #tasm #peter parker x you #peter parker x y/n #peter parker reader insert #amazing spider man #spiderman #spider man #the amazing spider man #the amazing spiderman #tasm fic #peter parker fanfic

[themushroomgoesyeet]

I apologize for breaking schedule already; this took me a while to figure out and I guess I accidentally forgot to actually write this up yesterday (Sunday is going to be the day that I post these, unless I decide otherwise btw)

Anyway!

Arcana characters as cryptids

(see I told you it wouldn't all be Disney)

Asra - the Loch Ness Monster

Water theme? Check

Mysterious to a mind boggling degree? Check

Is it a dinosaur that the asteroid missed? Is it an ancient Celtic creature with nebulous shape-shifting magic? Is it just a hoax? Who knows! Certainly not us, and I feel like this fits Asra's "no gender only magic and adventure" vibes

Both of them have an increasingly frustrating ability to disappear at random and only be seen when they want to

Julian - Mothman

Big, blanket shaped, black and red color palette, sexy for some people

Did I just describe Mothman or Julian?

Both also have a bad habit of materializing from/melting into the shadows

I think if Julian were to find this post likening him to such an edgy, mysterious creature

Muriel - Bigfoot

I mean is there really even a question about this one

Literally all you have to do is make Muriel hairier and have bigger feet and you're all set

Both of them live out in the middle of the woods & don't seem to care for company

Bro basically is a cryptid to some Vesuvians

Lucio - Goatman

I feel this needs even less explanation than Muriel's tbh

Especially since a nice chunk of this fandom double as BuzzFeed Unsolved fans

Fuck you goatman

Nadia - sphinx

Ok so I'll admit this is where I started running out of ideas

Hear me out tho

I know that some of you will say that sphinxes are mythological creatures and not cryptids, and personally I disagree; I bet in a thousand years archaeologists and the like will look back on our cryptid studies and be like "man, these guys had a weird mythology"

So long story short sphinxes are just ancient cryptids

There are two flavors of sphinx, both of which I think fit Nadia well

Greek sphinxes were usually portrayed as guardians - usually of cities, gates, and doorways - and (in the case of Oedipus) challenged people with riddles. As ruler/protector of Vesuvia, I think it's safe to say that Nadia slots into the guardian role quite nicely

I'm not as familiar with Nadia's route but I imagine she'd also enjoy riddle games

Then there's the Egyptian flavor of sphinx; while these are also guardians (of tombs and temples specifically), they are also representations of Pharos and their closeness to the gods, as well as symbols of their strength and ferocity

And of course we love the strong & independent queen that is Nadia

Portia - Tonttus/Nisse/Gnomes

For those who don't know, Tonttus are creatures from Scandinavian folklore; they look like tiny men with white beards and colorful, conical hats

While their description doesn't fit Portia (aside from being incredibly small in stature), their actions and temperament certainly do

If treated well, Tonttus will become guardians of homesteads and farms, helping with chores, caring for livestock, and warding off danger and misfortune.

If treated poorly or insulted, Tonttus will instead cause mischief in the place that they live, playing tricks, stealing from the family, and sometimes even killing livestock

Now Portia may not go as far as killing animals, but she's definitely got a short temper at times and is a wild prankster

I almost forgot about these homely little creatures but I'm glad I found something that fits Portia's cottage core vibes so well

#the arcana #the arcana game #arcana #muriel of the kokhuri #count lucio #asra alnazar #nadia satrinava #portia devorak #julian devorak #the arcana as _

[wanderfan2000]

The Depression - WanderFan2000′s Side of The Story

Before I get started with this, I need to say for the sake of my viewers. What I’m about to talk about is MY side of this Tumblr drama that’s been going on around here regarding me and my love for the Wander Over Yonder episode, “The Lonely Planet”.  Keep in mind when I first read the post, I felt depression, flabbergasted and shock all take me over. I couldn’t shake it off and it still continues to take me over this morning. So, without further ado, let’s begin with…

“Why do I have depression?” you might ask. Well, I’ll explain…

I was looking at the “Wander Over Yonder” tag like I always do when I came across a post written by a fellow tumblr blogger, it involved a question with highlighted words as I clicked on it, I never thought I’d find myself in the MIDDLE of a Tumblr drama war.

The story in particular was all about my countless obsession with “The Lonely Planet.” It even included pictures of questions I told some other WOY fan about the episode and how I wanted them to draw fan art of the episode. Then I started reading more, I couldn’t believe what I was hearing… 

The blogger was explaining how the lonely planet artwork, the questions, everything related to said episode was basically just a giant huge pot of NSFW content and many other things. I didn’t quite understand it, but once I did, shock and depression took over my body. 

Now that I’ve gotten the backstory out of the way, let me explain MY SIDE of the story…

First of all, everyone should know that I would NEVER in my lifetime do ANYTHING to harm Wander, he’s a character who I love and will love forever. I clearly don’t understand why on earth the Wander fandom wants to go against me, especially after seeing what I have been doing regarding my fan artwork of a sentient talking planet we’ve only seen in ONE episode and especially, the thing about me not giving a hoot about the opinion! 

But there’s no need to attack me or say anything about it. Just because I’m obsessed with an episodes of Wander that involve him getting captured by a lonely, sentient planet who ties him up with plant vines DOESN’T mean that I obsess with these episodes MORE than the entire series. I love the WOY series as a whole, each episode is unique and special in their own way, plus I always get a laugh out of a lot of them.  Now, lemme talk about my art work of Wander and Janet: 

One thing I’d like to point out that whenever I draw Wander and Janet together nowadays, I draw them as Forever Friends. Because I like to think that Janet enjoys loving over Wander as a friend rather than trying to force him to love her. NTM, she has Maurice as her husband now.  Now I understand that a lot of folks aren’t fans of the whole “plant vines tying around Wander’s wrists ofc, many of them aren’t fan of the vines touching his face ether”. In fact, in a deleted storyboard, there was going to be a scene where Wander was completely surrounded by plant vines. It even mentions that the vines were going to be stroking his face. This never made it into the final episode, tho. Thank grop, I can’t even imagine what the fandom would’ve done with THAT. 

But anyway, the plant vines in all my fanart for this episode aren’t stroking Wander at all, they are cuddling him sweetly. (Well, in Janet’s defense.) Because the vines love him just like Janet loves her forever friend. 

Yes, I know it’s a lot to take in, but I wanted to express my feelings for what I do whenever I draw fanart for Janet. 

Listen, guys, I apologize for any convenience that my artwork, questions and screenshots centered around this episode have made you all uncomfortable. But you need to keep in mind that it is still based on the episode with a different twist: Janet is now obsessed with having Wander as her FRIEND, NOT keeping him as her lover. I mean, sure, I draw artwork based on what happened in the actual episode, but it’s fun to draw something different that Janet can obsess with Wander.  The thing is I don’t want you to view me as a bad person, especially someone who you think is obsessive with fetish. But I am NOT OBSESSED WITH ANY OF THAT! I don’t want to draw A N Y T H I N G that could cause a problem in the fandom. 

Also, the artwork that I draw of The Lonely Planet in particular, talking about it, screenshots I share, I keep all of this FRIENDLY! I don’t want them to be viewed as “NSFW” content because I would NEVER do anything to upset you guys out there, you are all my FRIENDS and I LOVE all of you! 

So, please, don’t block me just because of my obsession. I’m a friendly person who wants to love everyone I meet on here. I’m sorry if the thing I did made everyone upset and uncomfortable. I won’t do it again. 

- WanderFan2000 

#If you made it this far congratulations

[coentinim]

Can you please tell me what this new character you really like is about ? He's your next fictional crush...

Also...Do you have any Lestrange daughter headcanons where she befriends the trio. I think this idea is very Mary Sue, but...I think if one adjusts that let's say her conception is : "Rodolphus Lestrange willingly drank love potion per orders of Voldemort" What are your ideas to make it work ?

Ofc!

Okay, first, I apologize for the "no" response? I was just in the middle of an argument and it kinda happened. Tbh I didn't think it's weird/uncomfortable at all and you can ask me abt all subjects basically.

I don't think it's Mary Sue-ish at all to make the Lestranges have a kid. A lot of characters in hp who shouldn't/wouldn't have children do have them since JKR is a mother and it's a big part of her life and her books, so it wouldn't be a stretch to see Bellatrix give birth as well. I personally think they could have a child without love potions as loveless marriages often do, maybe Bella was infertile and didn't pursue treatment or just got an abortion in canon. If she had a daughter she'd be likely to just give her over to some nanny and barely care for her. I saw your post about Rudolph... why is it that at any time I think a man is even a little hot he gets accused of the most heinous shit ever. He might fancy the dead tho, I mean the purebloods are perverse enough for that and they prob think it's more fine than doing it with a muggle. It made me laugh.

The girl meeting the trio would be interesting, because Harry and Hermione wouldn't even know much about her parents until they're 15 and wouldn't judge her by her roots anyway, but my GOD Ron would fucking spit on her. I think it would be cool if she was in ravenclaw since it would highlight how much she isolates herself. She might go to some adoption system or maybe to the Tonks family?... so she'd be pretty normal. I think dumbledore would persuade someone into adopting her lol. She'd have an interesting relationship with Neville I think. About her personality, she'd be very hotheaded but analytical (a choleric and thinker temperament?), also very strong willed which can make her stubborn. She could be curious and feel a pull towards dark shit and have a whole luke skywalker arc of being afraid of being like her family. Which can be a realistic concern since mental illnesses are often genetic, so she would struggle with that. She would try to be a good person but wouldn't be a great friend and would self isolate a lot, very introverted. A bit machiavellian lmao. Definitely wouldn't share any secrets about herself. Hard time relaying on someone if anyone but the Tonks were the ones to raise her, so some trust issues. But she tries her best.

About that guy... he is James March from American horror story hotel and he's basically a ghost. He was a serial killer in the 20s, built a whole hotel to kill people in and torture them in their last moments n then easily dispose of all evidence. Isn't he just so dreamy? Also a design and engineering genius, a hunter, a gentleman (it's a facade he's a psychopath), has a sexy accent and drinks absinthe. His every MOVEMENT is hot and I'd literally get on my knees for him. Though he might have necro tendencies... that's why I giggled at the Rodolphus post. But James definitely prefers normal sex lmao he had a sex scene with Lady Gaga. He had a traumatic childhood (said his father was awful, has scars on his back...). It's a speculation, but since most of the more evil serial killers were victims of sexual abuse... yikes. But he's fictional so I can like him despite all of that. Or maybe for it? I often fall for fictional killers and/or torturers lol. He's also just charming, like so so charming it's unreal... I also really admire the actor's (Evan Peters) dedication to the character as he did most of the work in characterization.

#answer☆ #a long post so i left it under the cut

[ayoharuko]

Hello! When you get back from your Hiatus, may I request Mukuro Ikusaba comforting her S/O after a nightmare?

A/N: Also this was finished a few days ago and I did an oopsie by reading ur request wrong T-T, I accidentally read it as Mukuro being comforted by reader and not the other way around, I'm so sorry T-T I know that its not an excuse but I'm really really sorry...I hope you still like it tho.....

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Hellooo anon-chan! I'm finally back from my long hiatus~

Sorry for taking long to answer your request, I appreciate you waiting :)

I hope you enjoy and love this! Reader here is gender neutral(They/Them)

This will be a min oneshot~

REMINDER: This character does not belong to me, but belongs to Kazutaka Kodaka. This is just fictional work so please try not and take this too seriously :)

T/W: Mentions of dark thoughts and abu*se, so if your sensitive to this feel free to skip this post :)

''Just hold me and don't let go...''

It was dark....like she was being sucked down a void.....

It was scary

She remembered her dream vividly. The screams of people from the war, her sister laughing insanely at her, and her classmates deaths.

It was all so....hauntingly scary

Mukuro felt like her throat was tightening, like someone was choking her.

She tried to scream but Mukuro felt that she couldn't move nor talk, like she was fully frozen in place, and then...a bright light came and she heard your voice...

Your oh so wonderful voice....

Your voice was light and gentle as an angel, well you were her angel. An angel protecting her from the bad nightmares and thoughts....

As soon as Mukuro opened her eyes she immediately hugged you so tight that you felt like she was almost crushing your bones.

''M-Mukuro...wait...your..c-crushing my bones...'' You manage to wheeze out.

Mukuro mumbled an apology and pulled away looking off to the side, your eyes were filled with worry. You knew that Mukuro would often have nightmares....but you hadn't expect that it'd be this bad.....

''Do....you wanna talk about it? I mean....its okay if you don't want to of course...'' You ask the dark-haired girl.

Mukuro just nodded and looked at your eyes, ''Can...can we cuddle while I'm...telling you about it?'' She asked you with a tiny blush present.

''Of course my love'' You say to her with a smile, you and Mukuro both lay down and she buried her head onto your chest.

''My nightmare was about....the screams from the war....my sister who abused me and didn't show me love or care and....the d-deaths of my c-classmates....'' Mukuro mumbled out.

While in the middle of venting out to you, you felt Mukuro shaking and your chest becoming wetter...

''Oh baby...shh please stop crying...'' You coo at her, pulling her face from your chest and wiping her tears from falling.

''Listen love, it's all in the past. I know its hard to move on but I worry for you....I worry that you'll get too...caught up in the past.'' You tell Mukuro with a sadden expression.

''I know...I know but...its...just so hard..'' Mukuro cried out letting more tears fall....

''Shh baby...my love, I'll always be with you...I'll protect you from all those bad nightmares every night....just please don't cry'' You tell her kissing her forehead.

Mukuro just nodded and kissed your neck, you soon heard light sores and breathing. Ah Mukuro has fallen asleep.

You let out a soft chuckle and kiss your forehead once more before mumbling out an ''I love you'' and joining her to dreamland as well~

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Done!~

Sorry it took quite long to finish I was pretty busy lately :)

I hope this meets up your expectations and you like it! :D

Thanks for requesting~!

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Do you have any headcanons for (your) agent 24? I feel like you've probably posted some before but I can't find any lol

(Hi it is a bit disorganized i use both 3/8 and their names (ripley and eight) sorry ^_^' also alex is 4 bc shes mentioned once)

-8 wears 3's clothes sometimes for comfort to the displeasure of everyone most of the time. ("... does she seriously NOT notice the smell.?" (She doesnt, weirdly enough))

-8 stole 3's cape pretty much. BUT Asks 3 to wear it again every now and then though because 8 likes wearing it in the context where its 3's cape that she wears and if 3 doesnt wear it anymore then itd just be 8's cape that used to be 3's and she doesnt quite like that.?

-3 is an excellent cook and she meals prep for the week when she can, 8 is extremely grateful for this and sends her a thank you text everyday when she eats lunch. Or gives her a thank you kiss when theyre eating together. An unbroken habit. Despite 3 insisting that its literally just some food but ya know.

(tho Alex also live w them(since its her apartment??? Lol) And she is also very grateful for Ripley's cooking but its in a girlbro way not romantically. And this is an agent24 ask so)

-8 writes poems for 3 sometimes, the 1st time 3 catches her in the middle of writing it and she tries to be like "what is that, a poem ? Cool is it for me hhah-" "Yes it is do you want to me to read what i wrote so far now ? Im a bit stuck on it because i dont know if this rhyme sounds good or not" "Oh uh. Uh. uhhh. Sure Ok." . It surprises 3 a lot because she always considered herself boring and somehow 8 has So Many Thoughts about her?? (Boring NOT in a vanilla ice cream way, more like a discarded empty trash bag near a garbage bin way, or a few shards of a broken street lamp way)

-They do use pet names for eachother sometimes. Eight calls Ripley "honey" mostly and Ripley calls Eight "darling" (in octarian) . Ripley gets embarrassed easily so using a foreign language helps...

but their names means a lot to one another etc. so they mostly call eachother .that. ?

-3 has Zero respect for their body, sometimes it shows in big ways (post oe or splat 3... but anyway)

but mostly in small-ish details like dark circles under their eyes cus they dont sleep much, new small scars and scabs that they obviously did not disinfect properly and all that.

Annnd their hands.

One day they are in a bus or smth and 8 decides to be a Bold Friend (not dating yet at that point... i think ?) and grabs their hand but Oh My God it feels like shes holding a crusty chunk of wood!! What!?

So she moves 3s hands out of the pocket of their hoodie to get a better look and oh gosh your hands look so dry ??? How do you even move them!

3 tries to apologize but theyre cut off by 8 showing them something she got out of her bag... a hand cream ? Oh. Well thank you 8 ill go put on some- but then 8 starts to massage their hand and 3 is literally just Sitting There. From there its a little ritual they have somewhat, since 3 would literally never bother doing it themself, despite saying they would.

-8 chews/gnaws when shes nervous/excited/bored/(insert feeling here). She hates the weird plastic-y taste/feel so those chewing necklaces are out of the question. She doesnt like chewing gum either bc it doesnt offer enough resistence.? for a while she just mistreated her poor fingers/hands/arms ( last one is on rarer occasions.)

One day 3 notices and after some back and forth dialogue, digs around in their bag and gives her a.. box of liquorice roots ?

They tell her to try gnawing on these instead, "though the taste could be a bit weird so just try it and if you dont like it well we will try to find something else dont worry etc".

It worked out just fine! Now she always has a box on her. Well not always sometimes she forgets, but 3 always has one on them just in case 8 forgets.

(Energywarning here: when i mean "liquorice roots" i do NOT mean those liquorice stick candies. I DO mean the Actual Liquorice roots. I used to get these as a kid. I hear theyre good for teeth? Idk)

- 8 likes kissing 3's scar. Thats it thats the hc

I probably had more in my head but i forgot. Thanks for the ask !

#sillies #ripley(3) #eight(8)

[sneezyminniejo]

Can you write for up10tion with a sick sneezy Sunyoul? Like, him apologizing for sneezing and trying to hold it back to not spread it to the other members? And them taking care of him (pls include Wooseok, even tho he's unactive but I mean theyre still labelmates even if he'd leave the group) thankss

Here it is. Hope you enjoy

Sick Apologies

It was day three. Yein has been sick for three days, and so far he’s managed to essentially hide it. Although it had helped that day one was just a sore throat and day two was just thick post nasal drip leading to the occasional cough.

Today however, Yein had woken up with his sinuses completely clogged. As soon as he sat up in bed he instantly felt an itch and immediately brought his blanket to his face and muffled three sneezes before making his way to the bathroom. While in the bathroom, he did his best to blow his nose, but wasn’t very successful in clearing anything out. He sighed as he went back to his room to get ready for the day.

It wasn’t long before Yein had to leave his apartment to go to the company and meet with his group. He went back to his bathroom to look for a mask, but unfortunately, he didn’t have any more. He had run out at some point and forgot to buy more. He sighed again and decided that he would do his best not to sneeze around the others.

By the time he had gotten to the company building, Yein was beginning to wonder if he should have called in sick today. He knew he didn’t have a fever because he had checked his temperature earlier. The issue was he was currently running fifteen minutes late and it was his cold’s fault. Yein wound up having to pull over a few times in order to have sneezing fits of impressive length. He also had to stop at a convenience store to get some tissues that he had neglected to bring with him and a mask in the process.

Yein blew his nose into some tissues and placed his mask over his face before joining the others in the practice room. He was fully prepared for some kind of lecture, as he’s normally quite punctual. Therefore fifteen minutes is quite late for him. Sure enough, when he opened the door to the practice room, practice was in full swing. From the looks of it, they were just  running the choreography and made due with his absence.

Fortunately or unfortunately, the song his members were working on was just ending. Just in time for Sooil to turn and see Yein dropping his bag on the floor next to the others.

“Yein, get stuck in traffic or something? You’re never late.” The group’s leader said as he went to pause the practice playlist.

“Or something.” Yein responded. He began to walk to the middle of the studio, but abruptly stopped in his tracks. Yein stood ramrod straight and inhaled sharply. It was a couple seconds later that had him bending at the waist.

"HEH-STIESHHH, HEH-STIESHHH, HIH-NGXSTSHH… Sorry." Yein sniffled and cringed at the mess that was on his lip. So much for the mask he was wearing. He removed the mask and took a tissue from his pocket and productively blew his nose. He stuffed the tissue back in his pocket.

“Sorry.” Yein said as he walked over to the trash can, throwing away both the mask and the tissues. His members were looking at him a bit strangely, causing him to give them a questioning look.

“You good there, Yein? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you sneeze more than once.” Kogyeol asked.

“I’m fine. It’s just a little cold.” Yein said. He went to the center of the room to roughly get into position and the others followed. Jinwook decided to restart the warm up so that Yein could properly warm up. Once warm ups ended, the group began to work on their current tile track choreography for their upcoming comeback.

There was just one tiny issue. Yein seemed fairly distracted. He was consistently almost missing cues and at one point almost got plowed over because he wasn’t paying attention and the part of the choreography they were practicing was quite fast. This meant that Jinhyuk had a hard time stopping in time. Fortunately no accident occurred. Although a water break was called, even though only an hour and a half passed.

“Hyung, I don’t think you’re as okay as you claim.” Dongyeol said. In part because Yein wasn’t actually drinking his water, he was holding his metal water bottle up to his forehead. A moment later Yein brought the bottom of his shirt up to his face and he sneezed four times.

“I’m fine, Yeol. I just didn’t sleep well last night.” Yein said as he used his shirt to wipe his itchy nose. He cringed a little when he saw the mess. “Sorry. I’m just going to qui-HEHSTIESHH, HIH-STIESHHHH go to the bathroom.” Yein unsuccessfully covered those sneezes and clumsily ran out of the room.

“Hyung, you’re not gonna let him practice today are you?” The maknae asked. Sooil shook his head in response. It was clear that Yein wasn’t in good enough condition to be dancing.

Meanwhile Yein was struggling. Shortly after entering the hallway, he succumbed to a fairly intense and messy sneezing fit. He was still a ways away from the bathroom and he wasn't about to go back to the practicroom with his face dripping snot and mucous. He tried to just use his hand and realized zed that that wasn't going to work. Yein decided to use his already slightly messy shirt as a tissue, so he took his shirt off and used it to properly clean his face.

One thing about the building the Up10tion members work in is that the decor and everything is identical throughout. Because of this, Yein hadn't realized that he had completely passed the bathroom while he was tending to his nose.

Wooseok was in the recording studio, working on songs for his solo album. He was currently taking a quick break, and as such, wasn't wearing headphones or anything. Just as he was about to put his headphones back on, he heard a weird sound coming from the other side of the door. Wooseok paused for a second and then heard the sound again. After hearing the noise for the third time, Wooseok decided to investigate. He got up and opened the door, only to find Yein standing just outside the studio door sneezing into his shirt.

“Ye-” “Heh-STIESHHH” “Yein-” “HEH-ngxtshhh, hih-stieshhh” Wooseok decided to pull Yein into his studio and he frowned a little at the warmth he felt. After another moment Yein stopped sneezing and the slightly older man took Yein’s shirt out of his hands and offered him a tissue.

“You good, Yein?” Yein nodded while he used several tissues to clean himself up. He turned away from Wooseok and coughed into the tissues.

“Sorry. Wait, why am I in your studio?” Yein asked, voice full of congestion.

“What do you mean why are you in my studio? You were right outside the door sneezing, so I brought you inside.” Wooseok placed his hand on Yein’s forehead and frowned again. “You have a fever. Let’s go.” Wooseok quickly packed up his bag and grabbed Yein’s shirt. He made a disgusted face at the mess covering it, but handed it back to Yein.

It took about two minutes to get to the practice rooms. Everyone was a little surprised to say the least when they saw Wooseok walk into the room holding Yein's wrist.

"Hyung, why are you here?" The maknae asked. The question seemed out of left field, but Wooseok had unofficially left the group awhile ago. There’s also the fact that they were all honestly so busy that they haven’t really talked to each other, let alone seen each other much except in passing in the building. “I found Yein here outside the studio sneezing into his shirt.” Wooseok began to explain. Yein was a sniffling mess and pressed his shirt to his face as he sneezed again.

“Sorry.” The sick man said as he stepped away from the group a little bit.

“Hyung,” Wooseok looks directly at Jinwook. “Yein has a fever. He should be in bed.” Jinwook and Sooil both looked concerned at that. “Yein,” Jinwook said using his leader voice. “You said you just had a cold. You never said anything about a fever.” “Honestly, I didn’t know I had a fever. I ne-never t-too-hehstieshhh, hih-stieshhh. Took my temperature. Sorry.” Yein rubbed his face on his shirt. The sick man threw his shirt over to his bag and began walking to the middle of the room.

“Yein, you are not working today. Maybe if we were just doing studio time. But dancing is going to raise your temperature further.” Jinwook said as he went to grab Yein’s bag. The leader sighed. “We’re too close to our comeback for more than one person to be out and I know for a fact that no one will be available to give you a ride until our schedules for the day are over. Just relax on the couch I guess.” It wasn’t an ideal situation, but it would have to do.

Yein went to the couch and sat down. Although he didn’t look happy about it. Wooseok had left the room fairly quickly and no one really commented on it, as they needed to get back to practice.

It seemed that Yein was sicker than he was letting on as even though he was in a room with blasting music, the sick man had fallen asleep. He hadn’t actually lied down though. His feet were still planted on the floor and his torso had fallen to the side.

By the time lunch rolled around, Yein was still asleep. However, Hwanhee had repositioned him so that he was properly lying down. Dam woo was currently in the process of waking the sick man for some food, when Wooseok walked in. All of the members looked a bit confused, especially since he was carrying a take out bag.

“What do you have there?” Changhyun asked.

“I thought I’d get soup for Yein. I knew you guys wouldn’t have enough time to make sure he actually eats his food. And since I’m just in the studio for the day, I thought I'd help out.” The other members chuckled a little as Yein slowly woke up. It was true that Yein frequently had a hard time eating whenever he was sick. He always had a major drop in appetite.

Lunch had been nice. It was more of Wooseok spoon feeding Yein soup because the sick man was half asleep. But Yein had eaten his meal. Afterwards Wooseok offered to bring Yein home so he could get some rest on his bed. Everyone agreed including Yein, who after his nap, was feeling considerably worse.

The one issue here was Wooseok had forgotten the address of Yein’s apartment, so he brought them to the dorm that really only get used when Up10tion is having an active comeback. He quick sent a text to Jinwook to tell him he brought Yein to the dorm before making a trip to the pharmacy. He and Yein spent the afternoon sitting on the couch watching tv while the sick man drifted in and out of consciousness,

It was a couple hours later that the doorbell rang. Confused, Wooseok got up and answered the door. Only to find delivery food, enough to feed the entire group. A moment later his phone rang with a text from Minsoo, telling him that he had ordered food for everyone and that they’d all be by in a few minutes once practice was fully over.

The commotion of the others arriving is what woke Yein up the most. While he was still feverishly groggy, he was coherent.

“Guys, I promise I’m f-fine. I can totally work tom-heh-stieshhh, hihngxst-nxgtshh. Sorry. I’m fine to work tomorrow.” Yein said, not at all confidently as he continued to use his soiled shirt as a tissue. All of the members exchanged looks before Jinwook shot the idea down, citing the standard policy of no fever for a minimum of twenty four hours.

Since the comeback really was just around the corner, the rest of the group decided to move back into the dorm a little bit early. That way they’d all be able to keep an eye on the sick member and make sure he didn’t actually try to work when he wasn’t in any condition to do so.

#up10tion #sickfic #sneeze

[aleeyenn]

hi um . that other person encouraged me to also gush abt ur designs but i also find a lot of myself in ur pin design .... as an also plus sized woman of color i find so much of myself in your design . i love baking and i love indulging in feminine things in the sense of like "yes i am a woman . yes i love to scream to very hard and fast paced songs . yes i have bigender swag ." even tho i do like feel myself as pretty masc aligning (it fluctuates a lot) i love ur design and see so much of myself in it . as well as that other person ive always felt i cant sorta be into alt stuff but recently ive sorta dabbled in it (i got the fingerless gloves ive always wanted so bad like a month ago !!!! and it was so exciting :-))) and just seeing ur pin design made me realize i can do whatever i want and i dont have to conform to my parents or my friends or my school's or anyone's expectations for my presentation of gender identity and femininity . i can wear nice frilly dresses with puffs and ribbons and have those fake vampire teeth and skeleton fingerless gloves and black clunky boots with a bright pastel pink bow in my hair if i so please . so um thank you a lot i love ur pin design and um bye bye have a nice day !!!!!!! also also rq i have to say erm if you have like literally any more gijinkas / humanizations ever pleaaseeee post them .love your art a lot ive been following you for a bit and uh apologies for bizexual ranting im just a little crazy /lh ok bye have a nice day i hope very good things come to you

YOU G UYYSS ARE GONNA MAKE ME CRY😢😢😢😢😢HAPPY TEARS OF COURSE BUTGAAHH HH H I NEVER KNEW MY ART WOULD HAVE SUCH AN IMPACT ON PEOPLE EVEN THO ITS WHAT IVE WANTED FOREVER😢😢😢 im so so so so grateful SO GRATEFUL YOU DONT GRT IT I REALLY TRULY MEAN IT pleasepleaseplease to you anon and the other anon and anyone else who needs to hear it BEEE YOURSELFFFF!!! don’t worry about what any community, family, friends, peers, ANYONE wants you to be because what’s the fun in that? not being able to express yourself the way you want to is so boring and doesn’t allow you to be what you want and not being what you want is neither gratifying or truthful! you don’t have to be true to anyone else besides yourself be TRUE to yourself and let yourself be the person you are!!! i’m sure you wouldn’t wanna hold anyone back so don’t let anyone hold YOU back!!! im gonna embarrass myself here but it’s for the sake of this talk But in elementary—early middle school i was a FREAAAKING wolf kid i wore ears and tails and everything but what stopped me???weird glances or rude comments? Nope! NOTHING!!! because being the person i was at the time felt amazing! and looking back at it sure it’s a bit humiliating but i still love that part of myself because i was so free in being me!!! and i look up to me being that person to this day and i won’t stop being myself! i won’t mask or dress a certain way that people want me to or hide parts of myself that make myself me because that’s who i am!!! and i heavily encourage ALL OF YOU to follow my footsteps and be the person you are!!! trust me if everyone in the world behaved and looked and did whatever the same the world would be sooo boring so be the spark of someone’s day and BE YOURSELF!!! who knows maybe you’ll be the person that breaks someone out of their shell to become what they wanna be too! do what makes you happy and follow your heart, don’t let anyone EVER block you from achieving that, never hold yourself against any standard or forum and do what you need to do to be your best self… so to you anon and everyone who needs it Go get some fishnets go get some cute bows go get lacy dresses go get cool looking belts go get ANYTHING THAT CALLS YOUR NAME! find yourself!!! even if it’s a pair of wolf ears and a tail, go for it! i believe in you!!!💗

#i love you all #so much

[fullsunstrawberry]

hey girlllll

okay first- the chap was SO GOODDDDD and i’m so excited for your nct reactions and texts!

also your tattoo with your mom is so cute 🥰🥰 and the designs for your seventeen ones are adorable so i’m sure your nct dream ones will be super cute as well <333

i want to get a tattoo but let’s be so fr i’m so scared of needles 💀 kao (bf) has a bunch of tattoos and they’re so cute but i personally would never - your so brave for thiss

also mother in law apologized thankfully so so more problems there :)

my life has been pretty boring tbhhh i’m living with kao rn but he’s pretty busy with his med school things rn so i barely see him 😢

i really need friends 😭

BUT ITS NOT LIKE I DONT HAVE FRIENDS my two ride or dies (yes we are a trio but we’ve known eachother since 2nd grade and there has been 1 argument that lasted 30 mins 💀) are literally so far away 🥲 missing them 24/7 but we have our weekly group facetime soon so 😋🤞

ugh life has been so boring recently fr i need a hobby asap

i feel like i’ve lost all my interests because i’m high school i would lterally do math for fun and that’s the last thing i need to do rn 😭 like sure i did. volleyball but where in nyc am i going to okay volleyball like be so fr rnnn

WNYWAY HOW ARE YOUUUU????? TELL ME EVERYTHING 😜😜😜😜😜

i have an obsession with these emojis i find them so funny

also my niece/cousin idk but she’s so like… IDKKK- she’s middle school high school age but i feel like i’m just on a whole different planet bc she’s so into everything like i need to keep up frrr

ANYWAY

make sure to drink lots of water and eat lots of good foodss- i love youuu 😜💓💓💓💓❤️❤️❤️‼️‼️‼️

also congrats on your blog growth! you deserve it fr

I got a bunch of nct random texts that I'm gonna post soon 🤪 but I gotta make some enhypen ones too cause my master list is lookin a little biased 😅

ahh thank you! i gotta hurry and get more kpop tattoos because my mom has more than me (she has two bts tattoos and wants a txt one)

i was terrified of needles but i had to get a bunch of blood work done when i was younger, so i’m a pro now 😤😤

if my partner had and tattoos i would color them in with markers if they had black and white ones

life’s been pretty boring for me too that’s actually why i made this account cause i used to have a tumblr way back and post on it but it became too hectic with my schedule…so i deleted it. but now i’m not really doing anything i love how hectic i post!! it gives me something to do and look forward to

i’m also in a friend group of 3 💀 but mine is kinda rocky because the other two always fight and im in the middle sometimes… but i love both of them and one of them might read this 🤪🤪

i still have lunch with them every other day in school but one of them is going to a different school and im gonna make sure we don’t drift apart 😤😤

most of my hobbies involve technology lol…

i like to make random webpages and of course video games, mostly sims or acnh.

But i love scrapbooking and i know a lot of people do it online now but nothing beats cutting up pictures and gluing it to a cute notebook or having a pen pal and decorating my letters

also photocard trading is fun and helps keep me busy

i’m glad the mil apologized because no one wants bad blood in a new marriage!!

i love using emoji’s because i don’t wanna sound boring when i’m writing and i can only use “T^T” so much

SAME! my cousin is younger than me and she makes me feel so old even tho i’m young! but she talks about tiktokers and celebrities i have no clue who they are nd half of the words she says, i’m like what?

tysm!! i’m surprised on how well my blog is doing, I love how many people have reach out to talk to me! It means a lot 😩❣️

don’t skip a meal!! 🥰🫶

#my love #ask answered #❤️ #did not check for any grammar issues #so ops #erin-calling <3

[sharpth1ng]

OMG YOURE BOTH BIG DICK RANDY AND HW? BIG BRAIN SHIT. - I AM and bahaha thank you. I have like 20 minutes to myself rn, so speed typing this on my phone and apologizing for the incoming spam that's about to come your way because I'm going to respond to both Randy's monster cock and the HW stuff separately. (really need to get my shit together and find a username) First tho, your tags on that other post abt the dicks and Hank Williams. Iconic. and this tag thanks for the great chats as always - is so sweet and back at you!😊 1/2 He’s like “No I’m just not a fucking cocksucker” (red face). - he totally does which draws more attention to him not less (then he has the audacity to lecture Stu abt subtlety smh...)

(AND YES AT STUS MEAN GIRL ENERGY! that’s my favourite tbh like that’s the scene (aside from the kitchen) where it feels like, the most undeniable that they’re fucking.) YES that scene and the kitchen are truly amazing. I love how Randy is just there being used like a human barrier to keep them jumping on each other in the damn store. HIS EXPRESSION TOO. Every scene where those two interact it's like they're fucking in their own way with their go between. Even by the fountain and at the door.

why am I starting to think it’s funnier if Billy is average sized and just really insecure about it? - exactly what my thought process was lmao, like because A) he's dramatic about it (boy needs that a little bit dramatic shirt Regina wore in Mean Girls which I'm now picturing him wearing in the final act for his dying swan/falling down the stairs scene and the entire kitchen scene) and B) hates Randy, so this is just another thing for him to be pissed about. (speaking of I have always headcanoned he hates Randy because he's jealous of Stu's friendship with him, not because Randy is into Sid like he lets Randy believe. I could even imagine him asking Sid out in the first place when Stu starts up with Casey, just to one up Randy). I'm also loving the idea of Stu saying something about Randy's dick size at some point just to bait Billy and it fucking works (Billy thinks he's in control of this relationship but this entire lap dog scenario Randy speaks of is mutual and deep down Billy knows it and is pissed about that too! fdsjkfds)

Bless you Big Dick Hank Williams (hows that for a username lmao)

And LMAO you're welcome for the tags, I do my best.

Billy is CONSTANTLY lecturing Stu on subtlety and then going around being the most obvious cocksucker, its absurd really.

RANDY THE HUMAN BARRIER THO. I hc that theres been a whole lot of tension between them for years at this point, and they've both probably used Randy to buffer that before they were really ready to deal with it, and before it was even a sexual thing. He went to so many horribly awkward middle school sleepovers.

And OK but I've been thinking that Randy and Billy knew each other before Stu, like they were in preschool together and prob didn't get along that well but didn't hate each other. Then Stu started at their school in grade 1 or 2 and made friends with both of them and suddenly Billy just became the WORST to Randy.

I might write some one shot with them as kids tbh i've been interested in that dynamic and how it changes as they get older OH GOD I HAVE SO MUCH WRITTING TO DO

And tbh? I love the idea that he decided to start dating Sid because he knew Randy liked her, like Billy might not have even realized that that was what he was doing but that do be what he did. I think Stu's been dating for a while, probably started dating before Billy so I think Billy also decided he just needed to be dating some girl at a certain point.

ALSO HOLY SHIT THE MEAN GIRLS SHIRT LMAO. At this point i just have a mental collection of 'time out' shirts for Billy.

LOL also ya Stu baiting Billy about Randy's dick size would bring the furies of hell down on him but we know he's into that tbh so y'know.

#Big dick Hank Williams #billy is a little bitch #and a big drama queen #ask

[faarkas]

15 questions for 15 mutuals

tagged by the lovely @rosebarsoap to do this lil game and I'm trying to be better about doing my tags sooo.

saying that I am already late and everybody has been tagged so. I shan't tag anybody my apologies,

1. are you named after anyone?

Naur but I have a middle name that is also my aunts middle name. :3

2. when was the last time you cried?

Like PROPER cried??? genuinely no idea. I used to cry really easily but for a long time its been literally 3 tears and then the rest just suck back up. I get choked up really easy but no tears allowed. On that note the latest season of queer eye has been hitting so hard. everybody go watch.

3. do you have kids?

no and I don't ever want them. I love kids I feel a drive to protect them and I'll babysit any day but I would be an absolutely terrible mother I'm too anxious and like. hot headed to have one of my own. Also a lot of my health issues are genetic and I wouldn't want to put anybody through that.

4. do you use sarcasm a lot?

uhhh maybe?? probably?? idk ask nat. or my mother. I try to be sarcastic in a dry funny way and not like an overly mean way. does not mean i always succeed tho :/

5. what sports do you play/have you played?

I've worked with horses for... 18 years?? so. heh. didn't want to or have the money to do anything else after i got involved with them.

6. what’s the first thing you notice about other people?

Like. body language. and then eyes. theres so much u can learn about people just by the way they hold themselves yk

7. eye colour?

brown. >:)

8. scary movies or happy endings?

happy endings. i need joy in my life. I like Some kind of spooky movies the older I get but largely I just want something chill. the like 1995-2012 romcom era is my heaven. CAN WE START RLY BRINGING THOSE MOVIES BACK PLEASE!

9. any special talents?

?? idk ig I know how to pull hay and get it off wagons quickly. I can look at like a solid wall of hay bales and go Yeah THATS the one that needs to come out and then either I or my friend will pull it and it'll bring half the wall down. we call it hay jenga but the goal is to get as much down as possible as fast as possible

10. where were you born?

west coast canada. do not live there anymore tho i swapped coasts :(

11. what are your hobbies?

writing, gaming, modding, sewing, giffing, baking, bothering all my mutuals, riding,,,,I am a jack of creative trades

12. do you have any pets?

two ponies, a big ass dog, and 4 cats. two of which are maine coons so. big ass cats. when u see me crowing about eric and iris in the tags of a post...i am talking about them :))

13. how tall are you?

5 foot. maybe 5'1". tiny. literally on saturday one of the moms at the barn bought a new western saddle cover and was like hilary u could fit in this jump in and i honestly think I might have been able to.

14. favourite subject in school?

i really did not enjoy school tbh im rly not an academic but maybe history.

15. dream job?

the answer to this question has evaded me for nearing 24 years. at one point in time (age like. 4-11) i would have KILLED to be a thoroughbred jockey but nowadays...idk man. if I could do something with horses that would be great. thats my one true skillset baby but mein health....

#this is so horse centric oh my god #hil.txt #tagged #ty rosie <333

[vinylroadsjunction]

How was Zuke able to escape from the Cantera Opal fusion?

I was writing a piece of fic, but like always, I don't have the time or lack motivation and leave it halfway. I have bits and pieces written down tho.

So: Zuke over time starts noticing some things aren't quite well in Cantera. In the mindscape, the sand of the beach is overtaking the water that is receding like a desert and the Butterflies swarms are clogging the sky. In the physical world (Cantera has a sort of statue in the mindscape that shows how they look outside) the fusion is less humanoid. A bit of what I've wrote goes:

Cantera Opal was twice as tall as Sapphire, predominantly red with whitish red parts. There were a few specks of green and blue, most of which were just small details, hanging there more like accessories. The upper eye pair was pink-red while the under pair had gotten smaller and thinner, near closed, with dark circles under them.

Cantera had just two legs, but somehow has grown to have six arms in total. The upper and lower pairs held Sapphire’s decorative bracelets while the middle pair was bare of any decoration except for a white and a red warrior’s wristbands.

He knows something is really wrong and he tries to bring it up to Sapphire and suggest to back off on the fusion, but she (completely unaware of his intentions) gleefully springs on him her "wonderful!" idea of becoming a perma-fusion. How poetic it'd be.

With sapphire so enthused and off in her fantasies, Azurmalachite has to shout he doesn't want to be a perma-fusion.

Sapphire is at first shocked, because she thought he would be ok with it, but he brings up his doubts and suggest they should stop.

Unfortunately for them, Sapphire has become somewhat addicted to the fusion like Jasper did as Malachite (unlike Malachite, Cantera started healthy and went deteriorating). Bicolor Sapphire's been alone for so long she at first pleads with Azurmalachite to reconsider, but when he tries to bring up how unhealthy this is becoming and how dangerous it is, the sitation escalates for the worst as Azurmalachite tries to bring up his points, only for Sapphire to grow increasingly angry (and afraid).

The breaking point happens when Sapphire has a sudden angry outburst and a sand arm literally explodes from the beach and grabs Zuke's wrist, dragging him to the floor.

The shock (and remorse) are overwhelming and Cantera comes apart on the spot. Sapphire tried to apologize but Azurmalachite, understandably hurt and afraid, runs away.

Zuke knows Sapphire didn't mean any malice, but that doesn't make the shock or trauma any less.

So you can guess how things go when Sapphire eventually comes to Earth and lures B2J in a mindscape trap (i also have another bit written about it, but this post kinda long).

#b2j #no straight roads #no gem roads #nsr au #no straight roads au #gem au #nsr zuke #nsr #Me (gently brakdances at Zuke) Honey #I'll make u suffer

[bluemillie]

I’m dying to know what these tags mean (from the “if TLT was a YA series” post):

 #Back to YA tropes: ya gray villains are all ‘my morals and actions are objectively correct in this world but i kill people and wear black’#that’s the epitome of bad boy evil

Like, are you agreeing that the YA villains actions *are* correct for their worlds, or are you saying that *they* (the villains) claim that (or that readers do) and you’re making fun it? Could you elaborate on what it means for something to be “the epitome of bad boy evil”? (Also, I kinda want to know which YA villains fit the bill here.)

Also, since I'm not sure how my tone is coming across here: I really am just curious.

I cannot for the life of me find my reblog on that post and hardly remember doing it, but I will do my best to answer from the vague memory of what i was thinking at the time and my present thoughts! I have never been very articulate and have always been quite wordy, though, so I apologize in advance.

First, ‘gray villains’ was a poor choice of words. What i meant was more along the lines of what are supposed to be antiheroes in modern YA. And for if they’re “correct” or not, it depends completely on the media. Sometimes they’re like “i am going to reform these systems that have measurably oppressed the majority for their entire lives, but to do so I must get rid of it’s most adamant supporters who are clearly written pure evil villains who eat babies and kick puppies” and the other characters are like “you’re right, however we can’t kill people to do that :((( you’re just as bad as the villains“ and other times they’re like “my parents were mean to me as a child so now i’m going to start a war” and the readers are like “they’re so right, y’all just only like vanilla characters 🙄”.

The “epitome of bad boy evil” was about REALLY YA characters, who usually don’t have a strong motivation or reasoning behind what they do other than being a kaz brekker wannabe to bait the ppl who like ‘dark’ romance without real substance. Like, from their first introduction you know they’re some edgy or cocky mf who probably wears a too-long coat.

You could compare this to harrow who wears black and kills people, but it also in a space death cult/the reverend daughter of goth and the greatest necromancer of her generation (some would argue). The key here, other than her being a fairly unique character, is that she’s not bait for any particular reader. She’s a failwoman, not someone who comes to mind when you think of dark or edgy romance. Dating harrow would not be living dangerously- it’d be competing with a corpse.

Another good example is Kaz. He is THE bad boy, and I would argue an attractor of those who like dark romance due to his gang status, but he’s got substance. Most people are equally invested in discovering his backstory and following his revenge plot as they are with Inej (tho that’s my aroace ass talking so maybe not lol). And even then, his romance is rocky. It’s a struggle to even touch her and he can’t communicate due to his past rather than just being a tsundere type. And when we see his “softer” side, it’s all about caring for his friends and how the rest of everything soft about him was drowned in the Ketterdamn harbor years ago. It goes beyond sneaking a look at the bad boy with a cat or the bad boy being protective of the female love interest.

I’m not sure I can describe a character that fits either the gray villain/antihero stereotype nor the bad boy one; my ideas of both are kind of an amalgamation of all thing things that tend to turn me away from media. Plus I don’t read a lot of romance, so a fair bit is also drawn from the way people describe the characters online that makes me glad I didn’t read whatever they did. The rest of it is trauma from my middle school wattpad days and the shows my mom watches.

One I do particularly dislike is Eren Yeager. I think he’s a well-written character (ish), but the sheer number of people who are jokingly-and-not justifying him committing worldwide genocide is kind of annoying sometimes.

In the end, this is is all just nitpicking and no big deal. It’s all fictional and about media i don’t ever have to engage with. I was just excited to throw in my least favorite YA tropes and imagine how much more horrible they could be in a tlt YA version. I encourage people to find enjoyment wherever they can, whether it’s something I enjoy or not.

I hope this satisfied your curiosity!

#long post

[imnotyourgirlfriendbro]

Most definitely not another love story

Hai sorry this sucks! I lowkey really really hate this because I rushed it. You can definitely tell I rushed it and it sucks. I don't want to just delete it tho so whatever. I'm posting it, but I'm sorry it sucks. Anyways! Check pinned for more information :)

This is literally so bad, I'm sorry.

The middle of the road had a shiny black car sitting idle, and unmoving. It was clearly running though, but Ixora didn’t have any problem with walking her horse right up to the car and stopping next to it. She slid off the saddle and landed on shaky legs, because the trail ride was a lot longer than she expected. Ixora stomped her feet as an attempt to get any feeling back before gently knocking on the driver’s side window. The window rolled down and there was a sudden rush of cool air that hit her, indicating that the man inside has his air conditioner on at full blast. She didn’t blame him though, because he was in a black suit and a black car with the icing on top being out in the countryside during summer. So there was no way he wasn’t dying from heat and attempting to fight it with his car’s air conditioning. 

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah I'm just waiting on a tow truck. My car just broke down.”

“Do you know what's wrong with it?”

“N-not really.” 

Ixora felt at loss because why did she expect him to know what’s wrong with it? I mean he’s a fancy suit that just makes money and pays people to do things for him. Of course he wouldn’t know a damn thing about what’s wrong with his car. She glanced at the end of the road and then looked back at him through the window. 

“It’s probably gonna be another hour or two, there’s a crash on the highway. I heard it off my radio, but if you don’t mind I can give you a ride into town?”

“No thanks, I’m not really a-” 

“Country person? Yeah I gathered that, but sitting here with your car on and your air conditioner turned all the way up is gonna run your battery down. Then you’ll have a lot more things to fix on your car.”

The man in the car didn’t want to get out, but he also didn’t want to completely ruin his car, even if he wasn’t sure if she was telling the truth. It sounded like she was, and so he hesitantly rolled up the window before turning the car off. He stepped out and locked the car behind him, before turning to look at her with an unsure expression plastered across his face. Ixora smiled and put her foot through the stirrup before swinging her leg up and over her horse until she was resting on the saddle. 

“I’ve never-”

“It’s okay. I’ll be the one in control, and all you have to do is hang on to me. You have to put your foot in that strap and swing yourself over like I just did.”

She extended her arm out to him and took her foot out of the stirrup, leaving it open for his foot. The man looked at her with an uneasy expression before putting his foot through the stirrup the best he could, but he could feel his social image turning rotten. Ixora waved her hand and the man grabbed it gently, as he swung his leg up while she pulled him towards her. The man landed behind her and he could feel the sweat already building up underneath his suit, making him instantly regret getting out of his car.

“Here put this on, it will help you. Also if you don’t mind me asking, what are you doing this far out? We usually don’t get any bigwigs out here.”

“Thank you, and I was… I was coming to visit my uncle.” 

“I’m sorry.” 

The man’s hesitation gave Ixora an uneasy feeling, causing her to apologize quickly for asking. He kept quiet as she handed over her hat, with him putting it on pretty quick and it definitely helped keep the sun from cooking his head. The trip was pretty silent as they rode up the dirt road on the back of her horse, until Ixora spoke up to break the silence. 

“I can take you to your uncles, if you know his address?” 

“I… I had it in my GPS, I don’t know it by heart. I do remember it was on Cherry Lane though. I’m sorry.”

Ixora couldn’t tell if she felt bad for him or if she felt bad for his uncle. It sounded like this man didn’t visit his uncle often, especially if he had to use a GPS to find his house. It was a little sad if she was being honest, but she wasn’t about to shame him for it. The tone of his voice was enough to tell her not to make him feel any worse than he already does. 

“Well I can take you down Cherry Lane and we can see if you recognize anything about your uncle's house?”

The man’s silence didn’t go unnoticed, but Ixora didn’t really need a response from him honestly. She just turned her horse to the left and began the walk down Cherry Lane, hoping the man at least knows what his uncle's house looks like. The man’s forehead landed on her shoulder and she kept her quiet as they continued riding up the road, unsure if he was getting heat stroke or if he was just upset. The silence continued until they got to the end of the road, in which Ixora turned her horse around and gently nudged the man until he sat up. 

“We’re going back up through so you should watch out for your uncle's place. Or your uncle's car?”

They started back up the road and this time the man actually paid attention and looked at the houses as they passed by slowly. He couldn’t actually focus though, because the heat was really getting to him with this black suit and being pressed up against another body. Ixora felt him slump against her again, but before she could even say anything he slid off sideways and fell into the dirt. She stopped the horse and slid off quickly, crouching next to him. The man’s face was very pale and extremely hot to the touch with sweat dripping off his face with his undershirt being very damp. 

“Hey, we got an accident on Cherry Lane.”

Ixora pulled her walkie talkie off her belt to call in reinforcements to anyone that was listening or had their radio close by. A door opened close by and the sound of a gate made Ixora look up away from the man. It was the old man in house B who came out to help, but stopped short when he saw the man on the ground. 

“What happened?”

“I’m sorry to trouble you Mr. Lee, but his car broke down and he said he was here trying to visit his uncle so I brought him to Cherry Lane to find his uncle's house. The heat and the dark clothes must have been too much for him.”

“Alright it’s fine, grab your reins and help me get him up.”

Ixora grabbed the reins of her horse and lead her over in front of the man, while Mr. Lee did his best to pick him up off the dirt road. Ixora helped push the man up onto her horse and he was laid over it like a bag of grain. Mr. Lee walked to his gate and opened it as Ixora lead her horse into the gate and up to his front door while Mr. Lee closed his gate behind them. She helped get the man off her horse and into her house, knowing her horse would go wait in a shady area if she didn’t come right back out. 

“Can you go get me a bucket of cold water?”

“Sure.”

Mr. Lee laid the man down on the kitchen tile floor since that would be a lot cooler than the carpeted living room floor. Ixora filled up a blue plastic bucket with cold water from the sink, and as she passed by to go back into the kitchen she grabbed 2 kitchen rags off the counter. The bucket was sat down next to the man as Mr. Lee was unbuttoning his shirt and sliding it off the best he could. It was pretty hard with all the sweat begging his shirt to stay on his body. The clothes were held out towards Ixora and she made a disgusted face. 

“Can you take these to the back porch for me please?”

“Sure.”

Ixora took the clothes from Mr. Lee, holding them far out away from her body as she carried them through the house and through the back door. She set them on the drying rack before going back inside, and straight to the kitchen. Mr. Lee was now gently rubbing the wet rag over the man’s body and waved for Ixora to copy him. She grabbed the second rag and dunked it into the bucket before ringing it out a little. They both worked the rags down the man’s body to make it cooler than it was before, repeating the same repetitive action at least 10 times. The man’s body temperature went down a lot though from when they first laid him on the kitchen floor, and that was definitely good. Mr. Lee got up and made a sandwich for Ixora even though she said he didn’t need to. He insisted. 

“Thank you for the help.”

“Do you know his uncle? Or are you… his uncle?”

“I am his uncle.”

“Are you sick?? Are you okay??”

Ixora was quick to ask, setting the sandwich down without taking a bite from it as she was too interested in Mr. Lee now. The old man laughed and shook his head no, taking a bite of his sandwich and then nodding at the other sandwich indicating he wanted her to eat. She frowned a little and tilted her head to the side very slightly, not hiding the confused expression on her face. She was a little hesitant but eventually pushed a little. 

“I’ve never seen him visit you before. He is just now visiting? Does that mean you are sick and he is coming to help? Or is he sick and coming to say goodbye?”

“It’s nothing like that. He is very busy with his job in the city, and he doesn’t have time to visit family anymore. I got a call that he recently got a break though, and he asked to come visit me so I agreed. I promise I'm okay.” 

“Hmmm…. You better be or I'm gonna be really sad.”

“I am, I swear.” 

Mr. Lee gently reached out and grabbed Ixora’s hand to give it a soft squeeze of reassurance. She smiled and got up to hug him, feeling a lot better now that he promised he was okay. So after finishing the sandwiches, she took the plates and put them in the sink before spraying them down with water. She turned around and Mr. Lee’s nephew was slowly waking up and she instantly called out for the sweet old man. 

“Je-no! Are you okay?”

Ixora thought about the name for a minute, trying to remember where she heard it before but she couldn’t put it together. Instead she just crouched down and grabbed a rag from the bucket before ringing it out and gently holding it out to Je-no Lee. He looked at her confused but took it from her, prompting Ixora to stand up. She gently bowed her head to Mr. Lee who returned the gesture. 

“I should head out now, but radio me if you need anything.”

“No worries, be safe on your way back!”

“I will, I promise.”

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