#i'll share the article again in the morning if they post it again

[911bts]

Sneak Peek | The 118 diffuse an explosive situation

#911 spoilers #911 abc #s7 #7x01 #this is showing deleted for some #and not for me #so i'm gonna post the clip #i'll share the article again in the morning if they post it again

[shiny-jr]

how to steal a heart (I)

[ a dummy's guide on how to steal the heart of a poor pathetic man ]

- Warning: Yes, this is still a yandere thing. You have been warned. Female reader. 

- Note: This has been an idea (heavily inspired by Howl's Moving Castle) I had in my docs since fall 2022. I was talking to a mutual about how writing on Tumblr vs Quotev feels very different. If I leave something unfinished on Quotev, I feel incredibly guilty which prevents me from posting new stories. However, on Tumblr, I don't feel as guilty. Not sure why. Anyways, I know most of my followers here don't care for my ocs, and I've been wanting to post this for so long. So instead of posting on Quotev, I'll post it on here just to get rid of the urge to share this story (might delete this later). This is the same story I posted that little screenshot of not too long ago, and that screenshot was basically just the prologue chapter. So yeah. Hope you enjoy?

IN WHICH THERE IS A SEAMSTRESS . . .

Black smoke concealed the window like a thick veil as the walls around her shook. It was a sure sign that the train was inching by. The screech from its whistle and clanking against the railroad tracks, so loud that it must’ve been heard over a mile away, only confirmed her guess. Her hands continued to cut smoothly through the linen fabric, separating enough to fulfill another order placed this morning. As the young woman worked to separate the colors and gather more material, the corner of her eyes caught sight of the smoke concealing her perfect view. 

The train’s fading motion and clanging against the tracks was eventually replaced by chatter just outside her workshop. It all became background noise, as she began to utilize the sewing machine. Lines formed over the cloth, blending it and connecting so they formed an article of clothing. Needles, pins, and scissors cut and dug deep through the cloth. Buttons of all shapes and sizes were neatly organized in little boxes, so she could easily take what she needed. Time just seemed to fly as she worked so quietly and efficiently, oblivious to the hours ticking by. Any other noise fell on deaf ears, even as a knock resounded on the firm wooden door that happened to be wide open already. 

A pause before the person tried again, knocking a little louder again. “(Y/n)?” 

Snapping out of her efficient trance, the tailor snapped to attention and straightened her sitting posture. Gazing at the door and back the window where the sun was much lower than before, it took her a moment to figure out what exactly was going on and what time it was. It was later in the day, and the woman at the door was Dalena… Well, everyone called her Ma Dalena because she was a kind older lady who tended to see the young female tailors as her own children. At least, most of the tailors. 

“We closed up five minutes ago. You can go now.” Ma Dalena gave an encouraging smile that displayed the dimples on her skin, showing signs of age evident by the wrinkles. Judging by her long dress and small woven handbag hanging from her wrist, it was probably safe to assume that she had evening plans. “Why not spend the rest of the day with us?” 

Us. Correct she was again. As welcoming as the invitation was to join Ma Dalena and the other tailors, she wasn’t willing to join them anymore. Not after the first time when she dared to venture with them. After shifts, the tailors had a tradition of going out into town. Not that it was a bad thing. But they used their time cafe hopping, searching for flirtatious men to satisfy their need for affection. Oftentimes, they would get caught up with the pushy kind. And ever since some troops from the military have returned from their duties, well… encountering a bunch of men who hadn’t felt the touch of a woman in months, was not ideal. At least for her. 

Taking her foot off the pedal to pause her work and silence the sewing machine, she pretended to consider the invitation before mustering a polite smile with a shake of her head. “Hm… It sounds nice. But I promised the client I would finish this so they can pick it up tomorrow. So I’ll stay, but have fun. Have another drink in my place, alright?” 

Ma Dalena merely nodded in understanding, her polite smile turning somber as she turned on her two-inch heels and began walking to the front entrance. The chatter of the other tailors ready and eager for the rest of the day off, went quiet as she announced, “We’re leaving now. Hurry now if you’re coming!” 

The chatter resumed, accompanied by the sound of more heels tapping quickly against the wooden floors in an effort for the straying members to catch up with the group. They complimented each other's outfits they spent days making by hand, discussing various fashion trends, gossiping about clients and others in town. 

In a way, she did and she didn’t regret accepting the invitation. It may have been nice to have good company for once, but it never felt right when she was present within their clique. It was as if she were trying to forcefully add a puzzle piece to an already complete puzzle, which is why she stopped forcing it. She wouldn’t want to sit there awkwardly during tea, unsure what to say as they spoke so confidently and loudly. It felt as if she were an imposter, someone trying to disguise themselves to blend in. It was why she worked in a small separate room, away from everyone else. That, and because she was the fastest tailor there. Part of her wondered if Ma Dalena was beginning to dislike her since she turned down invitation after invitation. But how was she to explain what she was feeling, when it would only sound like whining? 

Drowning out her thoughts with work to occupy the space in her mind, she pressed her foot against the pedal and began sewing once more. The loud hum of the machine filled her ears as it worked against the red cloth under her fingertips. This was the way it was supposed to be. Mindlessly spending her waking hours working at a craft she didn’t excel at, but was decent enough to earn wages in. All while wondering what could’ve been, and secretly hoping that maybe soon there is something that can be–– 

“Look! Look out there! It’s Reyes’ temple!” 

“Reyes?!”

“Where? I don’t see it!” 

“There! Over the hill!” 

Now that was something you don’t see everyday. Everyone retreated back to the window, desperate to catch a glimpse, even Ma Dalena. Halting her work once again, (Y/n) too was the tiniest bit curious. 

In truth, magicians failed to interest her, not that she had an opportunity to see them much anyways. But all those in Etére knew to be cautious of two particular magic wielders: La Bruja de Bruez, the Witch of Bruez, and Reyes Ladrón de Corazones, Reyes the Thief of Hearts. The pair were like the local boogeymen, tales of their horrendous deeds spreading and becoming bedtime stories for children in order to scare them into good behavior. 

Ever since her youth, she heard stories of La Bruja de Bruez. It was said that she was a wicked woman who’s lived for over a hundred years. A slight against her is taken seriously, and she curses those she comes across. But she was no mere fairytale. The witch has been a thorn in the country’s side for a long time, as she terrorizes the towns she visits. There hasn’t been much action taken against her, because she’s so powerful that hardly anyone stands a chance and she’s so elusive. Besides, the royal family don’t particularly care if the witch curses a random citizen every month or so, as long as they don’t have to risk pawns in their own arsenal of magicians just to take her down. 

Only a few years ago, a second magician with fearsome spells and a horrible reputation, appeared. Reyes Ladrón de Corazones, or more commonly known as Reyes, was another brujo many feared, although not as much as his counterpart from Bruez. There were rumors, yes, but they were more lighthearted with little evidence to ever back up the claims. While the Bruja de Bruez spared no one, it was said that Reyes chose to pursue only young beautiful women. If you asked around town, half of the population would consider him a threat, while the other half would giggle and whisper about his rumored good looks. Maybe that’s how he lured them in? With charms. Either way, he was a cause for concern. It was said that at a young age after abandoning his position as apprentice under the royal sorceress, the most powerful known magician, he not only challenged her but won and stripped her of her powers. Of course, no one can neither confirm nor deny it, as the king kept a tight lid on the situation and supposedly those who approach Reyes meet a terrible fate. But his abode was proof enough of his sheer strength. It was like a castle, a temple wandering on mechanical legs, rumored to not only be fueled by magic but also made of it.

Through the mist and low hanging clouds, just over the rolling hills on the horizon she could make out the distinct shape of a temple. A magnificent temple that appears so small from so far away. But she knew that it was a beast, a titan wandering the wilderness where very few dared to venture. It prowled around on its mechanical legs, spewing black smoke as the only trail it left behind. Reyes’ moving temple disappeared behind the clouds, seemingly vanishing from sight. Onlookers within the tailor shop could only awe and wonder aloud what the brujo was like, what was true and what was not, their minds creating horrible fears and outlandish fantasies that would take root as rumors. 

Lowering her gaze back to her work, she resumed once more, but the rumors overpowered the hum of her machine until their words reached her. The other tailors proceeded back to the front entrance, marveling about what they just witnessed. Was he hiding from soldiers practicing their flights just outside the town? Did you hear that he literally steals the hearts of women, but only beautiful ones? Someone said that a pretty waitress on the other side of town had her own heart torn out and stolen by Reyes just last week! 

The door was shut and she was alone, left with her work and the noise outside. Swiftly she worked, able to repair tears and wears with ease and create other things. Able to get lost in the work for much longer, until she felt the ground shake and the screech of another whistle. The afternoon train. It’s smoke covering her window once again. It was getting late already. Not wishing to waste the rest of the day by continuing work or go to bed with a book she had already read twice, she switched off the machine and organized all the tools back into their places. Brushing off all stray strings from her dress, she then rearranged her completed work thus far and prepared to have a different kind of day. 

Today, she would try to make it a can be sort of day. Even if it meant just visiting a close friend like Lía at the bakery. Just putting out the effort to go out today was more than she was usually willing. Although wishing it would be something special, a proper can be day without even trying, was like wishing to be acknowledged by a person you admire but never once talked to, it was much like winging it on a test without studying and praying you would get a perfect score even though knowing that it’s almost near impossible. But it isn’t statistically completely impossible, so you cling to that thin shred of hope that’s as taut as a piece of string. 

The whirring of small planes buzzed overhead, the flying machines brandishing their flags like the proud and numerous soldiers. On nearly every home and business, there was the flag hanging over the door, a symbol of patriotism and support of the war effort. (Y/n) quickly crossed the streets and reached the trolley station that would take her further into town. Right now there was not a soldier in sight, but that was sure to change the closer to the center of town she got. She only prayed that there wouldn’t be any trouble with them. 

The trolleys were full, people all going towards the center of town, in the same direction the planes overhead flew towards. If she had to guess, most of the people within the trolley were likely friends or family of returning soldiers. All giddy from the victory high of a major battle just won. 

While watching the scenery go by, she wondered how Lía was fairing. 

It was because of Lía and her family that she now worked in a tailor shop. (Y/n)’s parents had met an unfortunate end while traveling outside the kingdom. They were doctors dedicated to a good cause, determined to stay in dangerous war torn lands to heal and treat the poorest of folks. While she was busy with school and often alone but checked on by family friends, her parents were saving people an ocean away in a faraway land where Milavi’s war had spread. They had been too close to Milavi claimed territory, likely mistaken for doctors healing rebels, and were thus punished for their good deeds. With no one left to turn to, her family’s closest friend, Señor Obregón, adopted (Y/n) and treated her as one of his own. 

Señor Obregón was a quiet but respectable man that spent his time either working or with his family. He was the one that taught her how to sew, knit, and tailor, after she became curious of his skills. There were two other girls, Lía and Cova, a few years younger than (Y/n), which is why she became the oldest sibling. Lía was the beauty admired all throughout their childhood and still beloved to this day. She most resembled her mother, but she wasn’t half as vain. Cova was the youngest and somehow the smartest, as she was able to quickly grasp the concepts from lessons even in (Y/n)’s class, despite being a few grade levels apart. She mostly resembled her father and his own wits. Then there was her, (Y/n), who had… whatever was left. Of course she never held any resentment toward her sisters, since they were always well behaved but perhaps a bit annoying with their squabbles. Lastly, was Señora Obregón, Rosita, who she just called Tia Rosa for short, was never rude or dismissive to her. Tia Rosa was actually very outgoing and talkative, but she was the sort of woman that wouldn’t be caught dead wearing something from last season. She desired the finer things in life and settled for no less, which is probably why Señor Obregón ended up in an early grave due to working himself to death just to try and afford the luxuries his wife craved. 

Immediately after the funeral, while they were still dressed head-to-toe in black and their eyes were puffy from crying, Rosita sat all three of her daughters for a conversation about the future. It would be impossible for her to keep them all in school, especially considering she hadn’t worked a day in her life. However, she wasn’t cruel enough to just toss her young girls out into the streets with nowhere to go. So, she devised a plan for each girl. Cova would be able to best utilize her smarts in a challenging field full of promise, which is why she was sent to a good witch in the next town over, to become an apprentice in magic. Lía was already very popular around town, she would thrive in a social environment like the bakery on main street where to this day men constantly asked for her hand. As for her, (Y/n), she would stay here in Obregón’s tailor shop, where Tia Rosa deemed was best fit. Afterall, she did know how to carry on the business, she had even helped their reputation grow substantially as more people came in every day and profits increased. Although, she hardly had the time to spend the earnings on herself, that’s what Tia Rosa was there for. Rather, never there for. She’d collect earnings from the business (Y/n) ran and would disappear for weeks or months at a time to another town or city. But that's besides the point… 

By now, the trolley she was on was near the center of town that happened to be within blocks away, the streets became crowded with people walking on foot. On roads below bridges, there were lines of military tanks rolling by. Not much further in, the sidewalks were jam packed with hundreds, upon thousands, of people. Confetti rained down, banners and flags were strung from every corner and door. Every window was occupied as citizens cheered and waved at the parade of temporary victors, a show of military strength. Soldiers in their crisp uniforms marched in unified lines, cavalry on horseback carried large flags. 

As the density of the crowds increased, and the volume of cheers and the parade along with it, she felt her heart beat louder. This was too much, it was too loud, she couldn’t even think…! But she had come this far, to go back home now when she was so close would be a little pathetic. Avoiding the commotion like a plague, she decided it best to take the maze of alleyways to calm her nerves. There were hardly any people on those backstreets, just the occasional stationed soldier. Focusing her gaze on the war propaganda posters on the brick and clay walls underneath window boxes filled with colorful flowers, she pretended to carefully study them as she increased her pace from a calm stroll to a quick speed walk, examining the items as if they were the most fascinating objects she ever saw. Really, she’d rather not make awkward eye contact with the soldiers on guard that watched her like a hawk, which is why she hurried along until they were out of sight.

Now that she was alone, with the crowds and their entertainment separated from her by walls of homes and businesses, she felt relief as the once loud sounds melted into background noise. For now she could concentrate on the address scribbled out on the folded piece of paper in her hands, and her anxiety could be replaced with confusion as she attempted to navigate these small hidden paths. This was only the second time she was on this path, since (Y/n) barely had time to ever go out due to work and her own incompetence. The first was on a holiday some weeks ago when the shop closed early, which granted her a few hours to venture on the main roads to the bakery where her friend worked. This was the second time, and she’s never taken the back roads, which was why she couldn’t tell left from right here. 

Just in time, she looked up from her note to stop her feet from moving, as she came face-to-face with an obstacle. It wasn’t another dead end, this obstacle wore clothing and golden pins, and had a head that could easily look down from his height and see the top of her hat. Immediately she stiffened up and took a step back, hesitantly forcing her eyes to look up at the smiling soldier that casually leaned against the wall. 

The young man only appeared amused as she jumped a step back in surprise. (Y/n) noticed that delighted sparkle in his eyes, as if her skittish self and startled reaction was his entertainment for the afternoon. Before she could open her mouth to mutter an apology and force her head down to continue ahead, the man leaned just a few inches closer to get a better look at her face hidden by the rim of her colorfully embroidered sun hat. “Huh, just like a mouse. Are you lost?” 

A mouse… A skittish field mouse. Would that then make him a rat or a predator? Holding her tongue so not as to speak her mind, she merely shook her head. Offending a soldier would not be good. Not that she had the confidence to say the quick comeback that came to mind anyways. “No… I’m not lost.” That was a lie. 

The young soldier persisted, refusing to move off the path as he continued to block her way. “You look lost. Say, what do you say to an invitation to tea? Afterwards, we can go over directions and escort you to where you’re heading.” Even his partner in patrol, an older gentleman, also a soldier but likely more experienced by at least a few years, moved from his post and approached in curiosity. 

As the second man stepped closer, she could distinctly hear his polished shoes tapping in a steady rhythm as he stood beside his friend. Her own heart rate easily outpaced his steps, and it wasn’t increasing due to excitement, it was due to growing unease. Yes, she knew rationally that these soldiers likely meant no harm and merely wanted to flirt, but her mind could only conjure up the worst possible scenarios as she reminded herself that they outnumbered her, they were stronger, and they had their long firearms strapped to their backs. Keeping her head down, she replied, “Thank you, but no. I’m supposed to be meeting up with someone.” 

Just like the first did, the second soldier bent down a bit to peer at her features. Just like his accomplice, he wore an amused smile as he shook his head and remarked. “A mouse? That’s not very nice. Don’t worry, you’re much better than a simple little mouse.” 

Rolling his eyes, the younger soldier only continued, “If you’re old enough to drink, we can go to a bar if that’s more your style? Do you live around here?” 

This was getting ridiculous. Did they never learn to accept rejection? No means no, even children could comprehend that. But for now, she was at their mercy, no one would come to help her here. It would be up to them to decide she was no use for any fun and let her go, or continue to persist for their selfish desires. “No. Please let me pass.” 

Barely phased by her firm reply, the younger of the two turned to his partner and scoffed, “See? I told you the girls don’t like the beard you’re growing out. It scares them.” 

It’s as if her plea went through one ear and out the other, not swaying them in even the slightest bit. The older gentleman merely rubbed the stubble on his chin, “It makes me look better. Besides, I’m sure she doesn’t mind. She might even prefer a man with facial hair.” Actually, the word gentleman did not describe him well. 

In that moment she was wondering, would she truly risk it all just to snap back in reply? It must’ve felt so satisfying, but was it necessary? Later, would she come to regret her decision or revel in it? Would she seriously use this sprouting frustration, minimal not only compared to her current fears but also in the grand scheme of things, to temporarily push past her anxiety and say something…? Probably not. As annoying as these men were, like the constant buzz of a pestersome fly, they hadn’t caused any harm except to waste a bit of her precious free time. 

“Ah, there you are, mi corazón. I was worried about you.” A smooth and silky voice interrupted.

#yandere #yandere guy #yandere story #yandere male #yandere imagines #yandere oc #yandere x darling #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #yandere x reader #yandere writing #yandere fic #yandere oc x reader #yandere oc x you #yandere oc x y/n #yandere original character #how to steal a heart

[ozdicaff]

INTRODUCING: CHILDRENS SHOW AU!

WAY too excited to share these guys !!!! im super proud of these designs <3

CTS!Y/n and information about the AU under the cut!

In this AU, FazCo is a company running a TV channel network called FazBS, where each animatronic has their own show!

Sun's show airs at mornings and is all about getting energized and hyped up for the day, its similar to LazyTown with it's cartoon-esc violence and slapstick humor, with scenarios that make little sense, but are entertaining to watch anyway! only very simple language is used to make everything understandable for younger kids, with cameos of the other animatronics! his show was extremely popular, just above Roxy's and below Monty's in popularity.

Moon's show airs around bedtime and is focused on getting kids to go to sleep, with a soothing music box soundtrack, Moon's trance-inducing voice, and more advanced dialogue that makes kids zone out, its known for how fast it puts kids to sleep, even the especially rambunctious ones fall asleep out of boredom. While his show wasn't as talked about nor popular as sun's, it was highly rated among parents.

[descriptions for the glamrocks' shows will be added later when i draw refs for them too! :D]

Well, that was before the entire channel went downhill after FazCo fired all of its human workers.

Yeah, despite the channel's success and being extremely profitable, this was the FazCo's end-game from the start. Being able to AI-generate children's content without having to pay a single human, FazCo thought that their animatronics have already learnt enough from being show hosts for more than 10 years now, but they thought wrong. The gradual decline in quality was felt by the parents, and after Bonnie's show was suddenly cancelled- even the kids noticed how bad things were getting.

[psst, i'll go into detail about how each show was effected by this change in another post!]

Parents called in, demanding the shows they grew up with to be good again, and it wasn't just nostalgia speaking.

So, in an uncharacteristic turn of events, FazCo responded! They said that Freddy's, Monty's, Roxy's and Chica's shows were going to have human staff again!

...what they neglected to mention, was that they were pulling funding from Foxy's show, and cutting Sun's and Moon's budget in half to make up for this change.

Sun now has to re-use and repurpose old props to make up for his inability to get new ones, buying with his now super limited budget cheap D.I.Y kits to make crafts with- not to mention, without having any human staff around, he had to play every sound effect in real time- because the new S.T.A.F.F bots FazCo got have ZERO idea what comedic timing is. Needless to say he was under a lot of pressure, his show was pretty well liked by both kids and parents, and he didn't want to disappoint them. He had to change a lot with the absence of human actors and no narrator to have a solid dynamic with, calling on his pal Chica often jus to have another person on the show.

Moon's show however, was doomed from this change. Y'see, his show featured a narrator, posing as a curious soul and asking Moon thoughtful questions he can answer in a way kids can digest, Mister Rogers' Neighborhood style, and with no off-screen voice he can respond to, Moon's show felt incredibly eerie, as his true thoughts were left free with no guidance from his narrator buddy. He started acting stranger and stranger, going on derailed existential tangents accidentally, making a few jabs at FazCo here and there from frustration. The kids didn't understand any of it, but the parents found it off-putting, and complained.

Eventually, Moon's show was put on a permanent hiatus, after a particularly bad episode where 'moon truly let his rising anger at FazCo loose', as an article described it. No recording was archived of this episode, and any attempts to post it is quickly struck down by FazCo.

They've re-run old episodes of his show for about 6 months now, with no sign of moon coming back.

This, however, is when Y/N comes in! after half a year of dwindling ratings of sun's show, and decreasing profits in merch sales, they caved in and hired a single narrator! after not being able to retrieve their old narrator, due to "a small disagreement."- they brought you, surely, they don't expect you to single handedly bring back sun's show from ruin!? ...well, did they?

who fuckin knows you'll find out in my [soon to be written] fic lol

#fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf security breach #sundrop #moondrop #security breach #sun fnaf #fnaf au #sb moon #fnaf sun #fnaf sunny #childrens tv show au #CTS!moon #CTS!sun #CTS!y/n #my au #myart #childrens show au

[gentlebeardsbarngrill]

02/13/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Kudoboard; CaseyBloys/David Zaslav Shenanigans; Cast&CrewSightings; Samba Schutte; Con O'Neill; Ruibo Qian; Wendy Andersen; In Person Events; WatchParties; LubeAsACrew; People of Earth; Articles; Netflix WooAsACrew; Love Notes;

== Kudoboard Last Chance ==

Throwing this up top so you don't forget-- anyone who wants to add anything to the Kudoboard please message me tonight so I can get you the password to post. I'll be up for the next two hours so we've still got time.

== Casey Bloys ==

Whelp, Casey Bloys stepped in it again by posting an article by The Wrap about how True Detective was the most watched season on max. As you can imagine, a good chunk of the crew started calling BS on that, what with the Parrot Analytics stats from yesterday. Well, some of our favorite hashtags started trending this morning... #OhBloysHeMad and #TheNumbersWereThere

And in case you needed to see some more data that Bloys was full of crap--- Thank you to our dear friend @quirkysubject for pulling in Rotten Tomatoes Average Tomato-meter Ranking in with the Parrot Analytics Data in this awesome chart!

Not terribly long after, apparently the comments on The Wrap article really started to irritate ol Casey boy because he turned off comments on the post.

BUUUUUUT Our dear crewmate @spanishjenkies was kind enough to save a video before hand! So there's evidence of the trolling. Visit their twitter thread here.

Some of the crew has decided to go a bit further with the glorious Passive Aggression and started sending Casey Bloys gifts! @single_cat_mom sent him a Casio Compact Calculator to help him with his future numbers!

Annnnd our crewmate @ofmooshd got a cockroach at the zoo named after ol Casey Bloys!

Truly legendary levels of Polite Menacing today, m'dears! What a day!

In other WB/Max related news:

Did you know there's a petition to get this ... person... fired? If you wanted to sign that, here you go: Only if you wanted to of course.

== Cast & Crew Sightings ==

= Samba BTS =

Samba went hog wild today with the BTS, some lovely folks on tumblr posted the videos. (THANK YOU SAMBA!)

Just a couple of highlights, please visit this post to see all the pictures. You can also visit Samba's IG.

BTS Video 1: Cast Reading - ty @fuckyeahworldoftaika,

BTS Video 2: Con & Rhys - @fuckyeahizzyhands

BTS Video 3: Izzy Flipping the Bird - @fuckyeahizzyhands

= Con O' Neill =

As usual, our favourite Unicorn, Con O'Neill is over here supporting the hell out of the saveOFMD effort and sharing the Parrot Analytics results.

= Ruibo Qian =

Our Venerable Pirate Queen Ruibo Qian is back on Instagram with more inspiring words for us.

= Wendy Andresen for #TaikaTuesday =

So I know that normally #TaikaTuesday is a thirst factory (and don't worry it still was) but I just had to make a shoutout to our absolute gem Wendy Andresen (one of our Red Flag crew) for posting a picture of her pup Peanut cosplaying as Taika for #TaikaTuesday.

For those of you unfamiliar with the reference shirt:

She was kind enough to post more too when asked!

I adore how much she supports the #SaveOFMD effort and she is always a delight to chat with. Sending all the love her way! <3

== In-Person Events! ==

Today at the Our Flag Means Death Matelotage Processional several of our crewmates came out in costume with signs and showed support at the WB Gates! Thanks to all the crew who attended! Thank you @aimeekitty for sharing these pictures! Their IG and Twitter

== Watch Parties ==

= Lube As A Crew =

It's baaaaack! Valentine's Day: 4PM PST, 8 PM ET, 12:00 AM GMT S1 Ep 8, 9 10 with @astroglideofficial

If you've bought Astroglide recently please consider doing some reviews! They would love the support. You can @Astroglide and use #ReviewAsACrew

As you can imagine, the memes are back too <3

== Feb 15: Uncle Season 1 ==

This is mainly for UK folks but non-uk folks are welcome to vpn in as well! Here's an article on how to join via vpn!

Thurs 02/15/2024 + Friday 02/15/2024 - GMT - 8 PM, ET - 3 PM, PST - 12pm

WatchParty Hashtags:

#ForTheNewUncle

#SaveOFMD

#AdoptOurCrew

== People Of Earth S1 Ep 5, 6 ==

#PiratesOfEarth has been going great these last couple days! Thank you again to @iamadequate1 for organising it! Next episode 5 and 6 tomorrow the 14th! at 10PM GMT / 5PM EST / 4PM CST / 2 PM PST /

== Netflix #WooAsACrew Video ==

More love for the streaming platforms! 🌹💕🐙 Vocals: @sgtbeatlespotter Video: @giulianaazr on Twitter

== Updated #WooAsACrew Calendar! ==

Looks like tomorrow the goal is to WOO FX! Twitter / Instagram / Tumblr Tomorrow is also a great day to be creative! Make some cakes! Or flowers, or drawings! Anything! Let's see some sweet stuff!

== Articles ==

Have we seen this one? I can't remember anymore, some more Parrot Analytics from January. Ty to @drcfxtina on discord for sharing!

== Uk Crew Updates ==

Thank you to @queerly-autistic for capturing this! Guess who's front and center on the top recommendations? You guessed it! OFMD!

== Love Notes ==

Hey there lovelies!! Guess what time it is? I've had too much caffeine and I've taken my adhd meds on time so I'm Here, Queer, and ready to Cheer!

Look at everything you all did today! Do you see this list? And that's just a minuscule coverage of the pure polite chaos that ensued! I literally cannot add any more pictures because just so much has happened. We are 36 days in the Gravy Basket and you all are just ramping things up!

The tenacity, and creativity of this crew never ceases to amaze me!

There are more fundraisers in the works... (I'll post more when I know more) there's a slew of events, watch parties, and pure camaraderie everywhere! Everyone's making amazing memes, and artwork and fics! Seriously, you all should be proud of yourselves!

Not to mention, some of the most important things of all-- I am seeing SO MUCH SELF CARE. You are reaching out to the crew for support, you're taking days off, you're having fun and being creative for you... getting back to pet projects and doing things you enjoy!

You all are doing SO WELL. You are kicking ass, don't forget that! We'll have our down days, but no matter what you are making waves all over the place, bringing positive things to this world! As a side note, I wanted to mention, I know tomorrow can be a tough day for a lot of people. It can be lonely, or bring up good or bad memories. Please be sure to reach out to your crew for love if you're struggling. We love you, and even if it's a platonic love, it's overflowing here for you. You are wonderful, and we want to send you all the love we can.

That being said, I'm gonna end tonight with another note from @thelatestkate that I needed to hear a lot recently so I'm gonna share it with you too <3

You got this! Sending so much love m'dears!

== Daily Darby / Tonight's Taika ==

These were the two gifs that murdered me today so I hope you enjoy. These goofy buggers always make my day.

Rhys Src: @bizarrelittlemew Taika Src: @ofmd-ann

#daily ofmd recap #daily ofmd recaps #ofmd daily recap #ofmd daily recaps #ofmd #our flag means death #gentlebeard #save ofmd #rhys darby #blackbonnet #save our flag means death #adopt our crew #saveourflag #ofmd renewal #ofmd uk crew #taika waititi #taikatuesday #taika tuesday #woo as a crew #people of earth #wendy andresen #con o neill #samba schutte #casey bloys #oh bloys he mad #our flag memes death #lube as a crew #Youtube

[mobiused]

Ora..

(from lastyvesniin - translation under cut)

Hello everyone, this is Yves

Yesterday I opened my blog and wrote my first post "Ora [woah]" was my reaction, since my comments section was filled with way more positive comments than I thought You don't know how touching I found that.,, Actually, I asked the company several times and when I got permission "Ah I'm totally doing this in vain" I was worrying about, but even if other people don't like it, as long as my fans tell me they like it, then I'll be happy. From now on even if it's hard to do every day or often, I'll meet your expectations!

[Yves mom sends an article about Yves opening her blog. Mom: Saw this on Naver Yves: Guess I'm a little popular... Mom: Is that so]

[Caption: Thanks for picking out a pretty picture, Reporter-nim!]

My mom looks at articles or fan comments every day, so like this she sent me the article she found Of course replying like that, I'm seriously just joking… Just our world where we don't necessarily have any news to share every day, my mom who is more complicated than anybody else, I guess that kind of little news would make her happy Thank you to the reporters who took an interest in the nobody that is me! And the fans who take the time to come find it, you guys… You already know my heart right? (or maybe you don't…)

[Caption: I added two shots but I don't think my hands even shake anymore…] Now I can't even start my mornings without coffee anymore Lately I've been getting greedy so I have my coffees with two shots I've been wanting to lower it again though The coffee capsule is from Ediya's personal blend I hate acidity, but I found out I quite like the nutty flavor. But lately I keep forgetting… and zoning out, so I haven't needed the support of a second cup, and I've lowered the shot… Thanks to me, the coffee machine stand is getting washed every day.

[Two birthday letters from Yves' Mom] [Caption: 'Activate Tears' button on the the fridge] The first thing I read when I wake up in the morning to open the fridge door I read it every time I look at it Ever since I debuted, my mom sent me food for my birthday She always sends it with a letter too, so I think about my mom expressing her feelings to me I always end up in a bunch of tears falling as if someone pressed a button. So somehow I end up kinda depressed? when my birthday rolls around cuz I'm always close to tears It's something that's been on my mind Someday I must repay the sentiment

[Avril Lavigne - 'Let's Go' on Vinyl] [Caption: Accidental house introduction today]

Next to my bathroom, this is the place where you can appreciate the analog vibe I've liked Avril Lavigne since the olden days, so I guess I listen to this LP a lot But I've left it like that for several days so I got all dusty now You know how when people don't touch things with their hands for a long time, dust occurs from that So, in books or movies, you know how they show the places where dust has accumulated It kinda makes me feel like I'm really alive, or at least that's how I feel If you try shake your clothes out, dust will fly off of it… Whilst looking at me from space, I guess I look like just a speck of dust but When I see dust on this Earth, rather than dust, I just keep ruminating thoughts smaller than dust.

[Caption: Kim Yongmyeong-sunbaenim.ᐟ I'm your fan]

When I'm at home I usually lie down like this I think If you lie down raising your arms like this and feel comfortable, that means your upper body is already broken I'm a mess, but I'm still gonna choose a happy life

[Caption: By the window]

I'm weirdly scared of the big wide sea, but I like water in the fishbowl and the fish inside too

[Caption: My ocean-room (video)]

I found and played the sound of the ocean from Youtube to show you this By the way, on AliExpress (I've been windowshopping there lately) whilst looking around This fishtank lamp kept popping up though? I dunno if this phone picks up on my voice or something… it's kind of scary but I like it so much that I went ahead and bought it Please take a look at it

[Caption: The space behind the sofa]

I'm sure my fans know that I like football, right… When I went to Sangam Stadium there were fans who recognised me there, I was so amazed how they knew it was me.,,? But that time, most people there were wearing uniforms and I was the only one who wasn't so I was so embarrassed So, "someday I have to buy a uniform!" was something I had thought about only, but My manager gave it to me as a birthday presents ㅎㅎ Fans too, probably collect our merch thinking like this, which is cute to think about But right at this moment there's probably people selling my photocards on Dangun as we speak… I look it up every now and then and my heart hurts, but I guess it can't be helped right?

[Caption: The day I went to a PC cafe for the third time in my life]

In Busan, I went to the PC cafe to buy tickets for the match against Peru From turning on the computer to signing up.. Time's a ticking.. I was so exhausted by it all, I wasn't even nervous whilst ticketing (not true) I clicked on a popup too - why I clicked on it I still don't understand, but Fortunately the militia(?) of unnies came to save me, so I was able to get a good seat… They were my older sister's friends, and they're all into k-pop so their ticketing skills are seriously no joke Anyway, let's have a good time in Busan together

[Caption: You did well!!!!!]

Even though I usually sleep through the morning, I woke up at 5:30am to watch the semifinals of the U20 players I really took in the atmosphere… I felt so proud of them "Unfortunately" is something that's said a lot, but I think that's the only way they can express how I feel All I can say is For getting to the 4th round, our players are so so cool and you must've worked so hard!

The best ice cream in my life I like Kkandori the most out of anything in the world I used to buy them in wholesale packs of 100 and put them in my parents' freezer and I feel relieved when I see Kkandori in the freezer Aside from that, I also like Bibibig, Watermelon Bar, Fishbread Samanco, etc

Kkandori and a neighbourhood walk

Sorry I'm not wearing any makeup but I just wanted to show you how I feel when I eat Kkandori

[Image: Trudging around. My daily life.] [Caption: Sourced from Pinterest]

Actually, there's nothing in my daily life I was wondering if I could even hit 100 Neighbours (T/N: followers) but you guys showed a lot of interest, so as soon as I woke up, Wow, I thought I better hurry up and write a sequel so, I hurriedly took pictures around my house and scribbled this down In the next episode, I'll show you my daily life more neatly

[Caption: Suddenly?]

If I just sent it like this you'd think it was just a fake, so My bangs are always usually split down the middle like this Maybe its just because I've had no bangs [t/n: Kkanmori] for such a long time… Kkandori

[Image: For those who haven't prepared, June is just around the corner]

I'll just follow this trend I wanted to use this pic in the last post but unfortunately didn't so I'll post it here How many people feel ready? But because we're not ready, this world makes us despair and cry, but also feel happy about the little things, right? Happiness isn't the goal, its in the journey I don't know it well yet but I'm trying to find happiness in the small things. If you were to ask me what happiness is to me, I think I'd say tranquility. What exactly is being tranquil though?

[Caption: Friend took this picture of me on the subway]

These days I'm trying to heal my weak heart by becoming a plant owner, The friend sitting next to me is a Parlour Palm (or 'happiness', bought at Daiso) But raising it isn't particularly difficult But like its true name, happiness itself is hard. In the next installment, I'll introduce all my plant friends

[Image: Thank you]

Thank you for reading my rambling and unedited writings For those who are reading this, whether today or tomorrow, or the many days that come afterwards Even if it's nothing special, I hope you get by unscathed and have a peaceful day … I have to get ready to go out now I've decided to work hard over the small things too since I made a promise with fans Fighting! I love you

Even though you guys know my name but I don't know your name I love you !

#this was SO hard to translate #loona #yves #yves loona #loona yves #ha sooyoung #lastyvesniin

[good-beanswrites]

Ahh ive been reading some of your writings and they're just so warm and fluffy to read (if that makes sense??) Though i cant really express it in the tags ;; also if its alright, may i please request blanket with mikoto or tears with fuuta? - @erimnar

Omg thank you -- I've been so grateful for your tags! :)) And thanks for the requests, I had a lot of fun with these woo! I went with a real fun one for Mikoto/Blanket (once again, picture T1 minigram vibes) and I'll post a slightly angstier one for Fuuta/Tears soon 👍

“Mikotoooo, just share with Muu,” the girl pouted. “I mean it!”

He scooted out of her reach. “What are you gonna do, stab me about it?”

Muu’s jaw dropped, but there was no real horror behind it. “Maybe!” She lunged for him again. 

After a strange rattling from the walls had woken some in the middle of the night, all the heat in the prison had seeped away. Es had left to fix it immediately, and no one had seen them for hours. In Mikoto’s opinion, they seemed better versed in law than plumbing and mechanical fixes. He had no idea how long they’d all be shivering like this in the winter chill.

The prisoners walked around all morning in a mismatch of spare layers. Mahiru giggled inside one of Shidou’s extra doctor coats, far too big on her. Mikoto hadn’t stopped laughing that Shidou owned extra doctor coats in the first place. Yuno’s stylish hats could be spotted on several of the prisoners, Mikoto included. (He’d given his own beanie to Kazui, earlier.) Fuuta had handed out a concerning amount of sweatshirts, and Muu had some fashionable scarves that gave enough warmth to be useful.

In addition to the ridiculous getups, they each carried their bed sheets around their shoulders. Mikoto was surprised to find himself the envy of the group.

A while back he’d requested a weighted blanket; he remembered finding one helpful when work got too overwhelming. Milgram had provided a fairly large one, though he felt it hadn’t worked as well here. He didn't expect it to cause a stir until Shidou pointed out that its weight would make it even warmer than his own. Following that, it didn’t take long to attract the small army of murderous children that were after him. 

As he stepped away from Muu, Yuno leapt at his other side, ready to snatch the blanket off of him. Although Haruka and Amane were too nervous to make a grab at him, they stood anxiously nearby rooting for his loss. Mahiru had jumped in as well. Her quick movements forced Mikoto to spin around and draw it even closer around his shoulders. Caring less about the blanket, but always ready to tackle someone, Fuuta joined the scuffle.

It wasn't like Mikoto cared about the blanket, either. He had no issue sharing it with the others. He knew the attitude in the prison had been dropping recently. Despite the brief camaraderie from sharing articles of clothing, everyone’s mood had been especially bitter today. As physical discomfort added to their mental strain, things could go south quickly. The place needed to liven up a bit.

He stepped back from the blanket thieves, flicking the corner of it from Fuuta’s hands. 

“Not so fast!”

Fuuta fumed. “You asshole…”

Yuno, meanwhile, seemed up for the challenge. “You’re quick!”

“I’ve had a bit of experience…” He flashed a wicked grin. Mikoto didn’t talk about his family much, but a few of the others knew he grew up on fairly good terms with a younger sister. His big brother instincts had developed just fine.

He darted this way and that. He faked and sidestepped and spun. As his opponents grew bolder, he ended up sweeping the blanket off his back. He swung it around the room with less effort than expected. He was stronger than he looked, and easily kept the girls at bay while wrestling Fuuta for the blanket. He let out a laugh as he fought back against all the grabbing hands. Taking advantage of the height difference, he lifted it directly over his head.

The position wasn’t the most secure, though. His taunts were quickly replaced by feigned cries as the others dragged him to the ground. As they pinned him down, a cheer erupted from Haruka before he covered his mouth. The others joined in the celebration as they claimed their prize.

Mikoto lamented, “you’re so cruel… you’re all so cruel…” It was good, he thought, hearing them all laugh.

The loss of his blanket wasn’t his only punishment. Heaving an exhausted breath, Yuno flopped down directly on top of him. She tucked herself and Muu into the blanket. Then Mahiru wiggled in, beckoning to Amane and Haruka. By the time they all nestled in, there was just barely enough room for Fuuta to squeeze in with everyone. 

Mikoto wheezed from under the pile of prisoners.

“Okay, okay,” he said. “You win. Fuck -- let me breathe...”

Mahiru just made herself more comfortable. “But you’re so warm!” The others muttered their agreement. Not one showed any sign of moving. The prison was far too cold to give up heat like this, after all.

“That’s because you all made me work so hard!” He huffed. “Come on.”

“What are you gonna do?” Muu giggled, doing a poor impression of his voice, “murd--”

“-- Aw, shaddup…”

#milgram #mikoto kayano #muu kusunoki #and others #it was silly but i was still able to wiggle some of my serious headcanons in! #mikoto being able to read a room and know when and how to pick things up with a bit of charisma #him having great big brother/roughhousing/antagonizing for no reason instincts sdfdsfds #and having a lot of stress relief habits that he swears by - and then cant understand why they arent working #(because orekoto usually does all the stress relief with physical exertion) #oh and also the fact that hes really chill about joking about their situation in milgram sfdsdfgfd 💀 #thank you sm for the requests! #and i mean it -- i was so happy seeing your tags ;-; ty for the kind words! #also ive been on this site for a while and its the first time ive seen that 'tagging a sideblog on an anon ask' trick so you get notified #thats so smart omg #ill tag you whenever i post the fuuta one #i know i dont have to do both prompts but theres no way im missing an opportunity to make my fave cry hehehe >:3 #drabbles

[twdmusicboxmystery]

Fans Vote on Daryl's Love Life

@twdmusicboxmystery:

So I have something to share that’s just…kind of fun. Someone sent me this on IG.

I went and read the article and the winner was Daryl and Connie. Not really surprising given that they were the prevalent Ship over the last few seasons. What made me chuckle was, first, that the number two spot went to Daryl being a lone wolf and asexual. Caryl came in third. So, the fans would literally rather have Daryl be alone than with Carol romantically. Beth actually did make the list, coming in fourth. Again, doesn’t surprise me since she hadn’t been on the show for a very living time, and no TDers or Bethylers that I know of were included in this pole. But what really made me LOL is that Daryl and Leah came in dead last.

Here’s the article:

And I meant to say that, given how many seasons have passed, the fact that the GA thinks she’s dead, and how many other people have been shipped with Daryl, it’s really remarkable that Beth still makes the list. Of course that could be by design. No way to know, but if it is, it helps us out even more.

@wdway:

What a fun survey to see this Tuesday morning. I love it. I might need to creep over to some Carol sites to read the unhappy comments that will be posted there because this definitely goes to the (AOBC) Anyone But Carol mindset that the fandom in general has shown towards the carylers. Obviously this was not a well-known survey that was taken. There was only according to the article 1,300 votes cast over all. I don't even think you can consider that a drop in the bucket for TWD fandom as a whole. BUT I do think it might be a reflection of a large percentage of TWD fandom.

I'm not bothered with Connie placing first because I know how many Bethylers switched over to the Donnie ship because they really believe that Beth was dead and would not be returning. The bottom line is that people want to see some happiness for Daryl. I've never had any doubt that once it is revealed that Beth is alive then that shift in numbers will go back Bethyl. Thanks for sharing this. I'm sure that the powers that be enjoy the fact that they got a Beth nod without seemingly having to drop a hint themselves. I have no doubt that this will survey will be republished in several different TWD articles in some form and I'll be anxious to see the comments that are left.

@galadrieljones: Loved seeing this for two reasons: 1.) Beth is on it, even with a minuscule amount of fans voting and her being out of Daryl’s life for ten years, and 2.) Any reference to Daryl’s love life post-flagship is intriguing. In the finale his interactions with both Connie and Carol feel truly, purely as friendships.

Seriously Daryl comes home from some sort of long journey and Connie is just like, “Hey there cowboy! 🤠" That’s not a romance. We’ve talked about it a billion times but if tptb wanted Daryl to be with either one of them then they had every chance. EVERY CHANCE. And instead they invented Leah, the symbolic anti-Beth. So if part of Daryl’s happy ending is to find romantic love as Gimple hinted at years ago, then why would they continuously NOT have it be either Carol or Connie, and then continue his story in a completely new direction per the spin-off, which Judith hints as being about finding his happy ending, aka love?

@twdmusicboxmystery: For sure! Totally agree with both of you. And I’d you find any good comments from the Carylers or on other iterations of the article, do share!

@wdway:

Something else I thought of about the survey is Leah being last or the least favorable relationship of all indicates that the fandom does not want a character that we are unfamiliar with to be Daryl's true love. A new unfamiliar love interest even if they are shown as the biggest badass is not what people want. I think most people want to be able to root not only for Daryl's happiness but for the other character involved in it.

@galadrieljones For sure. This is why I am not concerned about Clemence Poesy being in the spin-off. Yes she’s pretty! Lol. But to me I just see a blond woman. Wonder if they’ll give her a ponytail?

@wdway:

I found nothing about the poll that we talked about Tuesday but apparently the carylers have found another poll. This is not a huge pole either 11,666 but roughly three times the number of people voted as the one we talked about. Apparently this is something the carylers have rallied on and they win. Congrats to them. It all comes down to who knows about a poll and then spends time getting their fandom to vote.

So as I was creeping around apparently there's a new rumor that the carylers have lashed onto that Melissa has been seen at a supermarket and there has been some prep for filming in the town that TWD has been using in the past so that means that Carol is secretly about to start filming for s2 of the Daryl and Carol spinoff.

The theory is that Norman will be coming in and he and MMB will possibly film a Daryl s1 episode where Daryl and Carol meet up with Rick and Michonne. Apparently with all the threats of the Carol fandom saying that they will not watch any of the spin-offs unless Melissa is respected and is made a full partner in the s2 spin-off because without their fandom the spin-offs will not have enough viewership especially Daryl's and the only way he will get the rating numbers will be that TWD makes an official announcement that Carol will have equal billing and equal air time as Norman/Daryl. And we're the delusional fandom? I am not even going to feel sorry for them when their latest delusion does not come true.

@galdrieljones

Did they forget that Melissa chose not to be in the spin-off? She wasn’t pushed out. Oh well. Those 11,000 votes, many of which were probably the same ppl spam voting multiple times, will certainly make the difference in the ratings!

@wdway:

I can still remember after Beth was shot there was a petition with over $60, 000 people from around the world voting along with a spoon campaign that Good Morning America actually did a feature with co-host joking about wishing they had stock in plastic spoons. At that time the carylers talked about how over 60,000 votes was not that much that it was a drop in the bucket in the numbers of the overall TWD fandom.

The thing about Melissa pulling out well that was just something that Norman and Jeffrey made up when they said that Melissa wanted a break. Apparently Melissa was pushed out of the spin-off along with AK as showrunner. It's got to be true because Melissa has not stepped up and said anything more after the announcement the she was not going to be in the spin-off. I know I'm a broken record on this but I think Melissa is afraid of her fans and I believe for good reason.

@galadrieljones:

I totally agree. I think she’s probably at the worst of times afraid, at best embarrassed. Most likely both. I also think you have to be literally delusional (not fun loving delusional like us ) to think that Angela is pro-Caryl. I swear she taunts them lol.

Also honestly the ratings have dipped super low in recent seasons. The bar is down. It can only go up. Shows like Tales communicate that they aren’t deterred by this. They are going to tell the insane, unique stories they want to tell, to the fans who want to hear them. I don’t get the sense they are suddenly susceptible to pandering. Like if they were they could have made Daryl and Carol kiss like four seasons ago. But I think most of us in the fandom know that if anything would have killed off the Daryl fandom for real, it would be bringing Caryl to fruition. It’s not intuitive to their characterization! It’s also not romantic. Nobody wants that lol.

Or some ppl do, ofc, and that’s their right! Lol. Just wish they were less rude about it.

@wdway:

The thing that actually bothers me the most about this is that TWD has given Carol (other than a rotten husband) three very nice men that have pursued her romantically. There was the guy at the prison who once he knew she wasn't a lesbian they had quite a bit of flirting until he got shot in the head by one of the governors men. Then there was Tobin. A very sweet, nice looking man and she ran away from that.

Then they gave her a damn King and I should say a very handsome king that truly loves Carol. My gosh he said that Carol is light! Seriously Daryl would never say that Carol is the light because you know she's been known to kill people for being sick and burning their bodies. So it's not like TWD is making her a loveless wallflower.

@twdmusicboxmystery:

Yeah for sure. Totally agree! The other thing is that this survey was between couples on various different shows and fandoms. So, if Daryl and Carol were the only couple from TWD, then it wasn’t possible for any others (with Daryl from TWD, I mean) to win. So, you can’t really stack it up against Beth in any way. Just shows that TWD and Daryl have more fans than other shows do.

@galadrieljones:

Oh that does change things lol.

Also this is so true, @wdway. When you put it this way, it deepens my ire over the constant Daryl whump. Daryl is a moral character and at times the key moral center of the show, particularly in season 4 and right after Beth dies, which left an enormous hole. Meanwhile, Carol is typically an amoral character. She has to learn to be moral, and she receives endless chances to do this. I like Carol and I appreciate her character flaws, but you’re absolutely right.

@wdway:

Your comment that Carol has to learn to be moral rings so true to me. It reminds me of the commentary from Still where Angela talks to Norman about Daryl and Beth and she says that there's a core sweetness about with both Daryl and Beth. I think that's what Gimple saw and ask AK to address in writing the episode Still.

Gimple wanted AK to focused on bringing these two unlikely characters together because at their core they are similar sweet people. Also something that was pointed out by Merle about Daryl in s3. Carol to me will always have a darkness to her. She might fight that darkness and there are people who can try hard to keep her from her worse possible self but I don't think she will ever or have ever had a basic sweetness to her.

I've said this many times, I understand the importance of the Carol character and as a woman closer to Carol's age than Beth I certainly applaud the thought that she represents a lot of women that are unseen at her age in her Carol role. Carol has a need to be right and she does not want others to stop her when she decides that she needs to do whatever she needs to do in order to stop someone that she feels that she has the right to stop. No matter how many other bad actions happen because of it.

Daryl pointed that out in FM. In my opinion Carol hands down is probably the most complex character of the series. Being that complicated there is definitely a bad and good side to her which makes her a fuller character. I just have a problem when people glorifies her no matter what she does. All the characters have done bad things but in Carol's case so many justifies whatever she does as being okay because Carol did it.

@galadrieljoneses:

Totally agree with this analysis. Carol is a super complex character and her arc has been given more attention than anyone perhaps other than Rick. I think about her various relationships, her time with Morgan, her quiet redemption in season 11 and complex bonds with Alpha, Lydia, etc. Daryl has been somewhat flat in comparison, especially since Negan. Almost like he just gave up on part of himself for a long time. In season 11 there was some development but it was still tied up in Rick’s arc, with Rick’s kids. Looking forward to him getting his own arc. It’s about time!

@twdmusicboxmystery:

Agreed. I really like the dynamic Carol beings to the show, and I enjoy her and Daryl’s friendship. Not to mention, the episodes where they’re together tend to be really symbolism heavy. Of course it’s annoying when some people refuse to see anything but romance. Or, as you’ve both said, tend to paint her as a saint rather than the interesting, flawed character she is. We’re l on the same page about this.

It’s like saying that I really like…I don’t know, Darth Vader or Loki as villains. I can totally get behind them being awesome, dynamic villains. But when people start to say that everything they do is morally correct and justified, it’s like, um…no.

#beth greene #beth greene lives #beth is alive #beth is coming #td theory #td theories #team delusional #team defiance #beth is almost here #bethyl

[myshadesofwrong]

Thanks for being the voice of reason this morning! I was shocked to see so many people angry and already boycotting the season..like, what is happening? Over something that, in my opinion, is barely anything new. Same thing happened with the Netflix Turkey “leak” last week. All this drama was made and the information was so, so minor. This character that many probably now hate <for good reason if you don’t like that stuff>…they released photos of them, they wouldn’t do that if the character was going to play someone minor. They say that all press is good press? GT did nothing wrong but people were attacking them and others for sharing the article? It was insane. This is what networks literally want because it hypes up the show and you either tune in to lovewatch it or hatewatch it, but either way- you are tuning in. They know we are tuning in no matter what lol Today, I definitely realized just how strongly “dedicated” people are in this fandom. Not a bad thing, of course not, but some things I saw were so beyond unnecessary. The reactions were…something else. Saying how the cast were probably crying together and heartbroken, essentially “speaking” for them. Yikes! We know the team & cast are great, but this is how press for shows literally works. It won’t be the first nor last time this happens. Again, it was just insane this morning. I wonder if I was ever like that? lol

Thanks again! I am very excited to hear your s2 thoughts!

Thank you so much! I actually cried reading your message. It's been a shitty day at work and the feedback from what I posted this morning has been so extraordinary. I'm always nervous making my first post in a new fandom because I always feel like the outsider having come in so late but the response as been amazing!. I cannot tell you what it means to me!

That was exactly the reason I posted what I did. The info wasn't anything new and I couldn't understand why people were getting so upset over it. Another ask said it best, alot of fans are wanting six episodes of loving, sunshine and rainbow Wilmon but that's such a boring show, no one would watch it. Even the best romance media has some kind of drama for the couple to overcome. Why? Because it's normal and it makes the payoff so much sweeter. I want loving scenes with them, of course. But the drama and figuring crap out is what makes the romance stronger, if that makes sense.

But what really upset me was the babying the actors and creators and being so horrible to GT and the writers of that article. For me, it started with that story on IG from I think RydingBrasil about not sharing the pics and articles and I was like what? This is legit promo. Why wouldn't we share it? Not to mention, it was like you said, "speaking for the actors". This is a common problem across fandoms and one that drives me absolutely crazy. They are professionals, they know how this works. The reaction of thinking they were all crying together was...juvenile. It's like when a celebrity says they have anxiety and everyone seems to think they need to protect said celebrity from literally everything. I said it before, there is being respectful of things like that and then there's babying them. But yeah, this is how press literally works and the whole thinking it was a leak over a spoiler that was frankly inconsequential and wanting us not to share it would have hampered the show, the hype, and these actors we love.

And, as much as I hate to admit it, I was probably very much like that. (Maybe that's why I could recognize it for what it was! LOL)

And thank you again. I actually feel so welcomed in this fandom in a way I never have before so I'll definitely stick around and share my thoughts on s2. I'm so excited for it!

#young royals #answered ask #fair warning though #i obviously have a lot to say! #so my posts always get long like this #wow this answer got much longer than i intended #sorry!

[marlaluster]

More fake pro devil land comments I've written and left places online, mostly on Instagram posts...

I guess I'll again share some more fake comments I have put places online, mostly on Instagram this morning and yesterday evening. I have just one comment I put on an article by the Daily Mail about a skunk in the stands during Tom Brady's game Sunday.

The devil has been attacking extremely bad this morning and so far today. It is almost 1 pm now -- or rather was when I first was writing this.

My soulmates and I are disappointed the devil has made a news outlet comment on Gisele Bündchen not using Instagram or social media since news of her splitting from Tom. We thought no one commenting on the social media pause for Gisele Bündchen was making it apparent as fake here, but now it's supposed to be a victory for the devil and supposed to not look as fake here with the news outlet Buzzfeed commenting on Bündchen not posting to Instagram since August of this year.

Despite that loss in regard to people not being able to comment on Gisele Bündchen not using Instagram, we believe the devil will continue to not be able to pretend the people are able to be fake here on the surface reality in the way my soulmates and I are being fake as I comment on Instagram posts and news articles and etc, pretending I think it is okay here when I, of course, do not. In my commenting I am saying seemingly positive things, but I am covertly insulting or criticizing this world and its people. We think the devil cannot mimick the covert criticizing of this world no matter what and so he will be out as not real people as the people here at some point.

But anyway back to me sharing my fake pro devil land comments I've left posts on Instagram. I'll paste them below along with the Instagram post they relate to or a description of the post.

Here's the comment I put on this Instagram video above to covertly try to knock off some of the like killer coolness Billie Eilish was to seemingly have to be the subject of the song: Billie Eilish is subject of a rap song COOL! Dang! That's some SERIOUS COOL!

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[Here (following, outside of the brackets) is the covertly exposing comment I left on this post above where the devil was making a fake person say something kind of sarcastic about this woman pictured apparently having some kind of plastic surgery. It was unclear with this post if the woman really supposedly did in my opinion.

We think the devil was trying to fight us back in our effort to be someone who wouldn't be possible to be by making our fake comments online. But anyway, with my comment, I was trying to expose that magic is kind of asserted as not real here, even though it is heavily used to make stuff happen in this reality. The comment I left on the post is next here outside of the brackets.]

Let's be real: There's no way someone could look so different without plastic surgery because PLASTIC SURGERY or COSMETIC PROCEDURES are the only things that could make someone have plumper lips, a smaller nose, and more perfect looking eyebrows as shown in these two pictures! There's NO OTHER WAY and that's THE TRUTH! Has anyone ever even heard of MAGIC?! Might as well not have ever HEARD OF IT in our REAL and TRUE WORLD! Full of WONDERS that ARE NO WAY MAGIC in any way whatsoever! HOKUS POKUS and BOGUS rhyme for a reason!

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[Again with this Instagram post, my soulmates and I feel the devil was trying to fight us saying the people here cannot say things are what they appear to be. It's another instance where the people here seem like fake people. The devil tries to assert that the people here can occur to seem as real as me, the only person really present in a body here. Other bodies are just appearances of people controlled by a magic spell.

With this comment I'll share next here outside of the brackets, I was trying to covertly expose the people as supposing to be truthful when I certainly do not think they are that. They oppress stuff as true by acting like stuff is true as the masses, ie the many. They are horrible as fuck, the people here.]

We value HONESTY SO MUCH, we human beings in OUR AMAZING and WILD WORLD! We CAN handle the truth, I'd say! DOGS are ROUND! There's no denying it's THE TRUTH! Who among us would disagree?! *crickets chirping*

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[These breastfeeding posts and this issue in devil land is supposed to be so untouchable as not really okay. The devil puts so much occurrence of superiority and like epitome of beauty or something like this on it. It's extremely irritating and disgusting. It's really fake: pregnancy, childhood, motherhood, all of it. I was trying to be extremely fake sounding and corny in my comment on this post which I'll share next outside of these brackets.]

MOMS are AMAZING! Such a SWEET photo! It brings a single lonely tear to my eye that will not be lonely for long if I continue to gaze at this TRUE AND REAL MOMENT of BEAUTY!

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[On an Instagram post I didn't get the link for that shared a video of an overweight woman working up to running again after apparently being physically inactive by first just doing ten minutes of vigorous moving around and ultimately running again, I put the comment that follows outside of the brackets. Of course, it's fake that people would really get fat and would be out of shape and etc, so in my fake pro devil land comment I was covertly trying to expose that it's supposed to be true here that people struggle with things and etc. Really the people that don't have a real presense in their body, so they wouldn't struggle with anything or really accomplish anything. The stuff would just be done with magic.]

A REAL person's REAL ACCOMPLISHMENT! Human beings do such AMAZING and TRUE things! You go GURL!

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[On this pretended high level of awareness and high level of creativity post, we delightedly put a fake pro devil land comment. The devil, my soulmates and I think, was trying to act like the people here can be like sarcastic or fake acting in a way that they are still not out as who they are as fake people that are really the devil in disguise.

The voiceover for the video has a man saying that really the red watery liquid in a medium rare cut of meat is really not blood but instead the scientific term for the substance is something like, "I'm being a bitch," something like that. Here next outside of the bracket is the comment we left on this post.]

"Scientific term"! Oh my, what a HOOT! Our world is so rich and amazing with all the FREE and CREATIVE expression and … deadpan humor! How could ANYONE think our world was LACKING?! It's UNFATHOMABLE that ANYONE could think such a THING!

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[This Instagram post shared above has a person baking spam filled with eggs and cheese. I was shocked to see the person using spam because spam seems so gross to me. It's weird people act like it's good. In my comment on this post, which follows outside of these brackets, I touched on how it's supposed to be normal here for people to be very different from each other, but it is something that is very horrible, actually for people to be so impossibly and inconveniently different from each other.]

What a wild and kwazy world! Some like spam and some don't! Really it's not such a small difference of opinion, but it is one example of how we in this world are just one big, unfathomably diverse HAPPY family! Who could ever want it any other way?! Whoever could want something else would be POINTLESS since WHAT THEY WANT CANNOT BE! LOL!

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Here next is my comment on this article: ANIMALS are so afraid of HUMANS who are so DIFFERENT from them because ANIMALS are WILD, FREE and TRUE, while we HUMANS are tame! What a HOOT the WILD animal was somehow TRAPPED in the STANDS at the game! HUMANS showing their SOFT and HUMANE side, of course, tried to feed it! HOW would we show how SOFT and DECENT we are WITHOUT ANIMALS, oh, AND BABIES! LOL!

#Instagram

[astrxlis-archive]

hi hi I am back!(｡･ω･)ﾉﾞ Long story short, we have this teacher who holds two subjects on our class and the problem is that his relaying of information or teaching style is not reliable since he's not understandable/the lesson is barely understandable despite it's simpleness, which may lead to us self-studying for the two subjects instead! I do not want for this to go on till the end of the academic year, but I do not have the confident to tell this to our adviser on the other hand... (´;ㅿ;｀) Even so, while it's still early, I hope to complain about this if it's possible to replace the teacher with a better one... ( ｰ̀дｰ́ )و

What do you plan to do during your gap? As long as you're resting fine and recovering, it will be all good..♥

I HAVE THOUGHTS TO SHARE! Actually despite being able to talk normally with you and other people online, it's really difficult for me to *actually* be in a... Social media spirit person such as posting thoughts about. I usually keep to myself, so my thought when tried to be written down or made physical, they would vanish away... + The reason why I feel like it is lovely to be off-anon or have a blog where people can communicate with you is so so great! It's like knocking on a door of your friendly neighbor in a friendly way. I'm not someone to initiate things, and being sent messages would feel really nice :3 like Oh! They messaged me again, i'm sooo happy people talk to me. That feeling, I kind of want to feel it as well :)

I wanna talk about Al-Haitham for a bit! Disclaimer: i am not a simp (genuine). I didn't paid him interest when he was leaked back then not until we met him in the archon quest. I like him, he's a nice guy. I do wonder if he has some chaotic ideas going inside his mind, since the Akademiya doesn't like him. To me, instead of seeing him romantically or such just like we usually view characters, I think of him as a great travel buddy that is also rich....

I am being so talkative (i know you do not mind fufufu). I might also impulsively make an art blog for funsies and fanart. I admit that i do not know how to draw anymore but i am regularly being assigned the creative job during groupworks 🎀 How is your day?? What did you eat today or so and so? Any little thing is fine ^_^ honestly you could just read most of this, I just really wanted to tell you some thoughts that I have thunk!! You are welcome for this....🍰 anon Newspaper Article..! Good morning to you incase you've woken up from your slumber ✓ I should honestly learn from you in terms of asking questions, you find questions in everything and I love it so much! It keeps the convo very light.

— 🍰.

hello again!! 💖

here is me asking you, tumblr, to not mess up my "read more".

oh god;;; these types of teachers are the worst. i'm sorry you have one for two subjects (｡•́︿•̀｡) maybe you could ask a friend to talk to the advisor as well? so you don't go alone (or so you are the backup as your friend talks to them)? that's what i would've done honestly jfnsjsjs

hmmmm... i had some plans that already went down the drain, like revising the past two and a half years of college content. but i plan on working on my thesis, and generally just taking care of myself, something i've been not doing. my dad brought up me learning to play keyboard the other day, and i'm interested. maybe i'll pick up bass once more as well. what about you – any plans for the rest of 2022? (｡•́‿•̀｡)

DUDE THAT THOUGHT WAS VERY IMPORTANT JFNDJ i understand what you're talking about because i'm the same. i'm glad you're able to talk normally to me and others!! the thing about social media is that we feel like we always have to post something, but it's not true at all – it's ok if all you want out of a blog is to have a way for friends to reach out to you ( ´ ω ` ) and hey, maybe having one for interactions might lead you to feel more comfortable to share your thoughts in general! of course, these are all my own personal thoughts and suggestions~

about al-haitham... "a great travel buddy who's also rich" had me laughing lmao i just met him in the archon quest, so i don't have an opinion on him yet – right now, he seems very task-focused to me, only giving the traveler the time of day when they bargained with something he wanted. i'll keep your opinion of him in mind and my heart open, hehe.

oh, tell me more about the creative projects!! what are they like? and if you're comfortable, share your url if/when you create one ( ˙꒳ ˙ )b

the day i'm replying to this ask... hmmm. i woke up late afternoon, actually. my sleep schedule is all wonky. i spent the evening before at a friend's house watching a thai drama; it was raining, and a few minutes after i got home and parked the car, lightning fell right in front of my house and cut off the power. i had to navigate in the dark and couldn't sleep until the rain became lighter lmao i didn't eat a lot? mostly a couple slices of cake, which would explain why i'm hungry rn 🤧 how was your day? are you drinking water?

so, questions from me to you! did you do the lost riches event? if you did, what seelie did you pick? is there a song that's been stuck in your head lately? also, i really don't wanna pry, so you don't have to answer if you don't want to, but why were you absent for so long? did something happen?

take care! <333

#—new mail ! #—the burrow's 🍰 #i hope that teacher doesn't stay long either way;;; #god knows how many times i've thought about checking in on you but couldn't lol i'd love to be the one to message you first too #al-haitham being chaotic? more likely than you think! #i am a clown when it comes to my own health despite studying medicine – don't be like me #a footnote but i'm gonna get tested to confirm adhd soon #about asking questions – i think you are great ones too! honestly i'm glad you show interest in my life and thoughts. thank you 💕 #edit: i think you ask* not are. sorry for the typo

[heniareth]

🍁🌻🌲

For the ask meme!!

Oh, these are lovely questions (and this really is the softest ask game. I love it XD)! Since it's rainy and cozy at the moment, I'll go right to answering them. And, since I answered the first question for Astala in this post and the other two questions here in this other post, I'll answer them all for Ilanlas now

🍁 Where does your OC go when they need to have some time to themself? Would they ever have their own “comfort corner” filled with all the things they like? Do they have a favourite spot outside that feels like its theirs and theirs alone?

Because the Dalish are on the move more often than no, Ilanlas's concept of home and of what a safe space is is tied to relative spaces (for lack of a better term. I mean a space such as "the space behind the halla pens", which can change drastically depending on where the clan is right now), to items, people and experiences.

OR it's tied to the actual places alright, but also to a certain time: the Brecilian forest in summer, along the coast in winter, along the Frostback mountains in spring, for example

Either way, maybe his main problem with finding quiet when living in a clan is finding quiet time more than a quiet space. There's always something going on in the camp, there are a lot of people and the kids will find you no matter where you hide

Basically, you have to be constantly on the move. So Ilanlas gets into the habit of taking walks whenever he needs some quiet time. This habit endures past him becoming a Grey Warden and traveling around Thedas with decidedly less but twice as noisy people

Now, I've never been on a hunt, so idk how it works. But I can imagine that you'd have to keep quiet, talk little and if you do, speak in short sentences and hushed voices. So I'm incorporating that because it fits in my head but also because Ilanlas isn't much of a talker

What I'm getting at is that he's used to spend a lot of time in silence and will get cranky if he's constantly surrounded by noise. He walks into Denerim once and refuses to go in again because it's A Lot (it was the fish market. He didn't like it at all)

As far as a comfort corner goes... he doesn't really have a physical corner due to his lufe on the move, but he likes to keep his stuff close. Whatever is important (such as his parents' necklace that Ashalle gave him) he has right with him, wearing it or carrying it in a pack or a pouch

He's also very particular about his bedroll. That's his space. Other people are not allowed to sit or step on it unless explicitly invited to. It's just rude

There has been a lot of discovery in this question. I'll have to write it all down somewhere to keep it as reference lest tumblr eats this post 😅

🌻 What little things do they notice about people or the world around them that make them happy? What tiny little treasures do they find in the normal every day that makes the world seem a little brighter for them?

Ilanlas notices things that are fast and things that are bold or boisterous. He enjoys sparring or watching other people sparr, run, hunt, and so forth. When other people achieve goals they've worked hard for, overcome an obstacle or otherwise have a moment of triumph, he notices and shares their triumph

In short, he notices growth

On a less philosophical level, he also has a soft spot for birds. Northern cardinals and robins are among his favorites

(Both images from the birds' respective wikipedia articles)

He is a morning person and actually enjoys it when the birds' singing wakes him up

He also enjoys watching the sunrise, especially when it makes the clouds look like they're aflame. He frequently takes the last watch in order to be present for it

Not so much to say about this question, I'm afraid. Perhaps in the future I shall know more. Off to the third!

🌲 How deeply does your OC feel? Are they typically empathetic or do they have a hard time connecting with others in this way? What are they like when offering support and comfort to someone they care for?

Ilanlas has lightning quick and very intense emotional reaction, but they don't tend to linger. He has been called fickle in the past because of that and he hates it

I think he is also very good at getting over an emotion quickly when he wants to and the situation calls for it

He's not very empathetic. He doesn't feel what other people feel. He is, however, quite sympathetic (able to understand what other people feel). He'd be a great person to talk to when confused about one's own feelings if Ilanlas wasn't the kind of guy to get impatient waiting for you to deal with them and move on

(He's 19 and still has to learn that people process emotions in different ways)

It's not that he has a hard time connecting with others, he just doesn't tend to get emotionally invested in things because emotions come and go like the wind for him. He could be described as carefree in that way, but that's not exactly it either. Feelings just happen and then they go away

Edit: the word I was looking for is stoic

If there's a real problem tho, he will do his best to find a solution. Given that he's very goal-oriented, he's known to work himself into a state of frenzy on his quest for a way to solve the problem, and that state is not so easy to escape. Often he'll need somebody to sit him down and tell him to stay where he is until he's calmed down

That said, Ilanlas likes to help in practical ways: taking over an errand for somebody, mending something broken, offering some food, those kinds of things. He helps in a very quiet sort of way. The most somebody will hear about it from him is "don't worry, I got it" or "I'm bored, give me that (that being the item to be fixed or the work to be done)"

If that somebody then protests, he'll step aside with little more than a shrug (but will definitely shake his head because Creators! People can be stubborn about help sometimes)

He's... not good at offering support and comfort and he's not good at accepting them either. His focus on practical stuff is a roundabout way of trying to lighten somebody's burden without getting into deep and complicated feelings, and often it does help a great deal

This question was interesting because Ilanlas is in some ways very different from Astala and I'm so used to her XD It's nice to get such a change in perspective

Thank you so much fir indulging me and giving me a space to develope Ilanlas a little bit!! I hope it has been fun to read ^^

These questions come from this ask game

#ilanlas mahariel #warden mahariel #for fun #ask game #dao #dragon age #birds #my ocs #anna-the-great-and-terrible

[karls-writing-space]

『 Backstory 』

➵ Any TWs? :

➵ Subtle Mentions of Transphobia.

➵ Beau Romano - his deadname being Bianca - was born a year after his older sister, Faye. He lived with his semi-wealthy parents, Camilia and Dylan Romano in Manitoba.

When he was in second grade, Beau began to have a big sprout of creativity. He had drawn pictures of people and anthropomorphic animals, and create small little tales about these people/animals he has drawn. He Drew more and more of these as time slowly passed, and he enjoyed telling stories about these drawings. This had grown into a hobby, and something he enjoyed thoroughly.

His older sister came out when she was nine that she felt like a girl and that she was attracted to girls. Now, their parents are very accepting people and proceeded to assist and support Faye - who was formerly known as Lovino - get what she needed to transition.

Beau happily cheered on his big sister on, supporting her and showering her with love. He celebrated her transitions and her relationships happily, happy that he had such a prideful older sister.

By the time Beau was ten, he had begun to experiment with his sexuality by feeling some weird way towards a guy in music class. He talked with this guy more and more, and these feelings continued to grow.

After a couple of weeks, he felt the same way towards a girl in music class too. The feeling for the boy stayed, but now he had feelings for a boy and a girl.

One day, while walking to school with his mom, he heard two girls behind him talking about the people they liked. One of the girls had said that she was Bisexual, to which little Beau tugged on his mother's sleeve and asked what "Bisexual" meant. The woman explained that it was when someone liked two or more genders.

Beau put that into thought, and not even a minute later, he exclaimed "I'm Bisexual!"

His mom smiles and ruffled her son's - then daughter's - head. While Beau was still a kid, and she thought that Beau didn't know what he was talking about, the boy knew exactly what he was talking about.

Those feelings of the boy and girl faded over time. When Beau was twelve, he had fallen for another person. There had been this really cute girl in class who enjoyed drawing, and boy, what a talented artist she is.

Slowly, but surely, Beau began to fall in love with this girl, and spent time with her. Months went by, and the two had fallen in love.

The girl had confessed to Beau, which he accepted.

These two were a great, healthy Lesbian couple at the time. They were both very happy and loving. Beau had welcomed his girlfriend into the family, to which they welcomed with open arms.

The relationship lasted for two years until they fell out of love. The spark was gone. Their breakup wasn't nasty - they awkwardly stated that they lost that romantic spark on both sides. Beau had turned thirteen at the time. Beau and his ex-lover are on good terms to this day.

Once puberty hit, Beau looked at the body he had at the moment. He didn't quite fit with how it was. It made him feel like he didn't fit in a girl's body. He wanted to cut off his developing melons. So, he decided to talk to Faye later that evening, whom had fully transitioned. She was a beautiful woman. As he talked to her about what had been up, Faye stated that Beau could be Transgender, and even gave him a few articles on Gender Dysphoria.

Weeks of looking into gender identities later, Beau took the label "Trans Male" and used it to describe himself. With encouragement from Faye, he came out to his parents, who accepted him. He didn't want to transition as quickly as Faye, and wanted to take it slow. Testosterone and binding first.

As he grew older, Beau got bullied for being a Transgender Bisexual man. He was experiencing Transphobia from a few of his fellow peers. He knew that not everyone would accept him for being who he was, but this hurt quite a bit. Being bullied for this wasn't fair - he had every right to express himself! - but nooo, people were idiots.

His love for writing had grown more and more over the years. He began to write little stories that he presented in school and posted online. People loved his little stories. Whether they were fanfiction or characters and universes he had created in his head, they received a lot of positive feedback. Sure, there were haters, bullies, trolls, and rude people in general, but Beau didn't pay attention to them too much.

Beau had gotten top surgery when he was fifteen. He had been on testosterone for a year, and he had been binding for that time being. He loved his new, flat chest. Sure, he would have a scar on his chest from the surgery, but it didn't really bother him. He was happy that his tibbies were deleted. Now he could feel like a guy somewhat.

During the time passed from fourteen and fifteen years old, Beau had been watching a show known as "Total Drama" with Faye. The show was appealing to the young teen. The risky challenges were entertaining, most of the cast was likable, and it was really entertaining for the young boy. He'd talk about joining the show every now and then and would think about what his label or cliche would be on the show.

Timeskip to now, Beau and Faye are sixteen and seventeen respectively. After watching an ad to audition for the next season of Total Drama, Faye looked over at her little brother.

"Hey... You should audition to be on there!"

Beau, liking the idea, auditioned for the show. Once his audition was seen, Beau was invited to be on a season of Total Drama.

『 Voice Claim 』

『 Miscellaneous Facts』

➵ Theme Song

➵ Quotes

"O-Oh, hello...!"

"I'm Beau. It's nice to meet you!"

"It's too people-y in there. I-I'd like to stay right here."

"He's... Kinda pretty."

"Are you lonely? I could hang out with you if you'd like."

"I-It's not a diary! It's just a journal that I put my writing and ideas in."

"Sorry, I'd rather be by myself. I-It's nothing personal -- I j-just don't like large groups of people."

"Sorry... I'm rambling again, aren't I? Sorry about that..."

"He's a... He's a man. And I'm just a boy."

"Ciao, bello..!" (Hello, handsome..!)

"Aren't you guys a little too old for a bedtime story?"

"Fine, fine. Once upon a time, there were a few guys on an island who needed to go the fuck to sleep. G'night, guys."

"What do you mean that 'isn't a good bedtime story? I think it's a brilliant story."

"Fine... There was once this God named Fóllame de lado-"

"Hey - do you wanna fuck around with the others?"

"H-Hey! I apologize for interrupting what you were doing, but... I'd like to confess something if that's o-okay? Look, I'll cut to the chase. I... love you, dude. And not in some bromance way. Like... I have romantic feelings for you. I love you so much I could scream it to the world..! I hope you f-feel the same way. And if you don't? That's p-perfectly fine."

"Good morning, mio amore."

"Sorry, but could you like, shut up for five seconds? Thanks..."

➵ Ship Names (OC X Crush or OC X OC)

Duncan x Beau = BeauDun/ BeauCan

DJ x Beau = BJ / BeauJ

Alejandro x Beau = AleBeau

Mike x Beau = Meau/Bike

Lightning x Beau = Blightning/BeauLight

Topher x Beau = Beaupher / Beaupher

Shawn x Beau = Sheau / Bawn

➵ Random Facts

• If they're comfortable, Beau calls his male friends "Bello" (Handsome), and his female friends "Bella" (Beautiful).

For Nonbinary folk, it depends on what they prefer.

•Beau has learned how to play the ukelele from Faye.

•He would actually like to go windsurfing sometime!

• Speaking of his sister, she's a well-known acrobat/performer for her age. He admires her for being so talented in such a thing..

• His sister is an extrovert, and more outgoing than Beau. The two are opposites,,but yknow, opposites attract!

•Beau prefers to write stories that are/include horror, action, and supernatural/fantasy. He can write romantic stories, but he doesn't prefer writing things like that.

•He has written some shitty fanfictions when he was younger. He will share them among his friends and laugh at what he wrote.

•The languages he speaks are:

• English

•Italian

• (Some) Spanish. [Italian and Spanish are similar language-wise in a few ways. That, and Beau just wanted to learn Spanish.]

• Respectful boi when it comes to Pronouns, Names, People's likes and dislikes, etc.

•Beau has some family members that live in Italy. He has gone to Italy to visit them numerous times.

• Beau doesn't believe in soulmates. He thinks that it's just some fairytale thing that people believe in. He wants to love someone on his own accord - not someone who the universe was like "Oh, let's put these people together.".

♫♪.ılılıll|̲̅̅●̲̅̅|̲̅̅=̲̅̅|̲̅̅●̲̅̅|llılılı.♫♪

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#td oc #total drama oc #beau romano #tdpi #tdas #tdwt #tdi #vix writes stuff #nico writes stuff #Youtube

[jeagerism]

wish you were here

✒ word count : 4.2k

✒ characters : park jimin x reader

✒ warnings : sadness, like hella sadness im sorry, break up!au, reader just misses him lots, small amounts of fluff, cursing, seeing the person you love with someone new, first dates, moving on, crying

✒ summary : You're sitting in your bathtub eating marshmallows at 3 in the morning three weeks after the break up, and you're doing fine, you really are. But then, all of a sudden, you're crying and realising how much you miss him.

✒ author's note : as i wrote more and more i was like...hmmm. jimin. here is the completed fic im scared to post this didusissj but if i don't i might die so. hope u guys like dis one xoxo it's my first jimin imagine pls do not hurt me im trying :o

It's 6 p.m. on a Saturday when it happens.

The curtains are open slightly in the living room, rays of golden sunlight reaching just past where your feet rest on the couch. You're typing up an essay when Jimin slips through the door, toeing his shoes off. Five-fifty, just like clockwork. The coat he wears everyday goes on the same hook - third from the left. He shuffles over to the couch and presses his lips to the crown of your head, just like always.

It's easy to fall into routine.

Another episode of Sex Education plays in the background, long forgotten after an hour of staring at the same screen. You're pretty sure your brain is fried. But you'd made a promise to yourself that you'd finish this essay today, so you make due. 

"Hey." The way your lips stretch into a smile is hard to control, even more so when he copies your actions. He falls onto the couch beside you, leaning into the cushions with a hum. He smells like the strawberries and honey body wash in the bathroom.

You let your eyes study him for a few seconds, then go back to typing, and it's quiet, just like always. It feels normal. Nothing's different. 

Until it is.

"I think we should break up."

Of the five years you've known Jimin, you've been through a lot. And while most of it had been dealing with things much bigger than yourselves, bigger than romance and first kisses, you'd had your fair share of relationship issues.

But things were good. He would come home every day, smiling, press that same kiss to your forehead. Sit right beside you, leaning into your side, his warmth seeping into you. Sometimes he'd play with your fingers, a thing that kept him occupied and calm. You knew Jimin, you knew all his habits, what made him tick, how he acted when he was sad, or happy, or angry.

"Y/N?"

"I can't", you breathe out, so softly it's barely audible. And you wonder if he can even hear you. If he can hear the way you're trying to gather up everything you're feeling right now and trying to shove it down, down, down. "I don't understand? I need, can you-" 

And as much as you know Jimin, he knows you all the same. He knows you're panicking, and normally, he'd grab your hands and help you breathe. In for three, out for three. In for three out for three. He doesn't do that this time. He doesn't even look at you.

"I'm just not...happy. I'm not happy and I don't think I make you happy anymore, either."

But you do. He does, Jimin makes you so happy that sometimes you forget how to breathe. He makes you so happy that you love everything about him, even the things that drive you insane sometimes. So happy that you pick up the clothes he leaves on the floor after his shower, or place his shoes back neatly, or cook his favorite food for him whenever he asks.

These are the things you want to tell him. You want to tell him it all and more, but the only thing that comes out is :

"Okay."

Because what else can you say? He's just said that he's not happy with you anymore, and he's so close but farther away than ever, and he's not even looking at you.

In for three, out for three. But you still can't breathe. And this time, as his words fall on near deaf ears - something about "my stuff" and "sometime later" and "you stay, I'll go" - and he slips his shoes and coat back on, and it's quiet, it's not because you're happy.

You can't breathe because it hurts. You're not sure of how long you stay on the couch, computer running hot on your lap, a "Are you still watching" message on the tv. But when you finally look up, it's dark. 

And you take a breath. Dragging yourself to Jimin and your bedroom - your bedroom - takes more of an effort than you'll admit, but you get there. The pillow is cool against your burning cheek. You allow your eyes to close tight, because his side of the bed is never this cold.

All you can do is breathe. In for three, out for three. Something you'd learned from him, with him. 

It's all you can do to keep yourself from breaking.

He takes you on your first date in September.

It's bowling, which is a stereotypical first date, but it's him, so you don't really mind. 

Park Jimin is nervous. It's evident in the way he wipes his hands on his pants before he holds your hand. The way he gets quiet after laughing at one of your jokes, as if he's afraid of being too loud or happy.

"No fair!", you call, speaking through a pout. "You've got like, superhuman abilities or something. You're obviously gonna win." Crossing your arms, you shake your head. "I think we should label this as cheating."

Jimin chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. "I'm not trying, though." 

You make a noise of protest. "That's even worse!" Leaning closer to him, a furrow in your eyebrows, you huff. "Are you saying I'm just plain ole bad at bowling, Park?"

"You said it, not me." It's the first joke he's made all night. You laugh, eyes closing just from the force. "I could, uh, I could help you? If you want. Since I'm so good and everything." The last part is said teasingly, and you can hear the smirk in his voice.

You stand, ruffling his hair with a smile. "Teach me then." By the time you've grabbed the ball you've been using the entire time, he's right behind you. Sticking your fingers in the holes, you twist it around lightly. 

"I see why you're so bad now." You turn, opening your mouth to defend yourself. "You're not even holding the ball right, you know."

"Well, I'm sorry I was never taught bowling ball holding basics. I didn't even know you could hold one of these-"

He interrupts you with a hand on your waist, delicate and soft. His fingers rest just above the top of your jeans, brushing against soft skin. "Like this", he murmurs. Jimin's other hand adjusts your own. "And then this." He keeps his hand atop yours, and brings your arm back, helping you swing it forward. You're so focused on how close he is that you don't notice you still need to let go of the ball.

Lips brushing against the side of your cheek, Jimin hums. You shiver. "You know, this doesn't actually work unless you let go of the ball when you swing, pretty girl." 

You feel like you're going to combust. Park Jimin just called you pretty. Park Jimin, the boy you've had a crush on for months. Called you pretty. Blinking, you swing your arm back with him again, and let it go when it comes forward. Not caring if the ball hits the pins or not, you rotate, until you're face to face with him. All soft, silky hair and lips that look as soft as pillows. 

"What?" He raises an eyebrow, another pretty flush spreading over his cheeks. 

"Can I kiss you?"

The noise that comes from him mirrors the shock on his face that quickly morphs into timidness. "Like you even have to ask, Y/N." 

His lips feel even softer than they look. You've had a first kiss before, but this is the only one that's felt right. Something in you tells you that means something. When you pull away, you're smiling, breathless.

"Hey", Jimin whispers, nodding his head behind you. "You knocked down all the pins."

As he walks you home, he holds your hand.

"I'm glad we got to do this", Jimin says, and his eyes don't meet your own until you squeeze his hand tight. You think about how he'd wrapped you up in the extra sweater he'd been wearing when he'd noticed you were cold. How he'd pulled you closer when walking down the sidewalk because people were bumping into you, and had held you that way the entire way back.

"Me too." You grin, watching the pink on his cheeks spread to his ears and down his neck. His smile mirrors yours regardless. 

Jimin sighs. "I'm, um, sorry if it was lame. I know bowling is kinda...well, kinda bland for a first date-"

"It was perfect." You let your fingers detangle as you back up. "Best first date I've ever had." 

His cheeks swell with a big, boyish grin. "Next time I'll take you to the arcade downtown." A smirk. "Maybe that time you can beat me in something."

You always thought that if Jimin ever left you, you'd cry.

Not that you thought of it often, but it still came up once or twice. Every time it did, he was always right there, with soothing words and soft lips pressed against the tip of your nose. 

So, the fact that you don't cry surprises you.

You don't cry, and a part of you thinks that, if you did, it would never stop. 

Your sadness turns into anger at every reminder of him around your apartment. There's traces of him everywhere, a forced memory no matter where you step. So you keep breathing. You take a breath. 

You take a breath when you see his lunchbox he took to work with him every day. When you visit your friends and they ask how plans for the yearly Halloween party you'd always throw with him are going. When you see a news article about him and the boy's album release. You breathe.

Because you are angry with him. Angry for making you waste your time, making you think that it was you and him. That he still loved you, and that you knew him.

Going back in your head, everything had seemed fine. The two of you hardly fought, you told each other I love you every morning and every night. You still had your weekly movie nights every Friday. You laughed together. 

Nothing had changed, right? You knew him, right?

A week after he's been gone, it hits you that you never knew him that well at all.

You didn't even know him well enough to tell that he was falling out of love with you.

Two weeks after the breakup, and you no longer feel angry. You feel the dragging feeling of sadness creep up on you again. The anger probably would've stayed, but he'd come to get his stuff earlier in the week. 

He forgets a few things, but you don't say anything. Why don't you say anything?

Getting used to life without him is a process. You forget that you don't have to buy those off brand crackers he likes. You never wake up in the morning to his humming in the shower. Things...change.

The bed was never this big, was it? It always seemed small, small enough that the two of you always crowded together, legs tangled together, arms around waists.

Now, it's massive. You pull the blanket up to your chin, and even though you probably shouldn't, you press your cheek into his pillow. 

When you fall asleep, you dream of him.

His skin is bathed in moonlight, pale and soft. The two of you sit in the big clawfoot bathtub, the one you both loved, empty and fully clothed. He's quiet, and anyone else would think that's because it's nearing three in the morning, but you know him. You recognize the subtle shaking of his hands, the sweat beading at his hairline even though it was freezing inside the apartment, the way he taps his fingers together in rhythm.

You know him.

"Hey." It's the first word spoken since you'd sat down. He's facing you, curls going every which way from attempting to sleep earlier. Holding up the bag you'd snagged before you'd followed him in here, you grin. "Want some marshmallows?"

Jimin's lips twitch into a smile, and even though it disappears as quickly as it came, it's something. Massive hand plunging into the bag, he grabs a handful and proceeds to shove a few in his mouth. You settle for popping them in one by one; the small, colorful bits melt on your tongue. 

The bag empties faster than expected, so soon you have nothing to occupy yourselves. As you start to suggest opening the other bag in the pantry, he speaks.

"It's happening again", his shoulders rise up to his ears. His hands rest in between his knees, tangled together, fidgeting.

With a heavy sigh, you lay a hand across his own. "I know." Jimin's eyes meet yours, honey colored and exhausted. The bags under his eyes are more prominent than they have been, and although it's not as bad as the last few times, it's still bad.

"I don't want it to happen again."

And well, you don't quite know what to say to that. Because you don't either. This feeling was always with him, always simmering underneath the surface. It never completely disappeared, but it did get easier to deal with. It was bearable, almost nonexistent at times.

You know it hurts him, and him hurting makes you hurt. He deserves so much good, he is too good, to have so much weight on his shoulders. To be plagued with so much anxiety and pain, and for what? You don't even know the answer.

No one is perfect, as living with him for this many years often reminds you. He's definitely not. He leaves his shoes in the middle of the floor. He forgets to replace the tissue when the roll runs out. He's never had a plant that's lasted more than a week, because he's either not here or just forgets. 

So no, he's not perfect. But you know damn well he's the closest thing to it you have.

"I'll be here." You swallow, fingers slotting in between his. "I am here. No matter what, rain or shine, you know that." Jimin lifts the side of his lips into a smile. "I love you."

Switching in his spot, he turns, leaning back against your chest, rejoining your hands soon after. "I know." He brushes his lips across your knuckles. "I love you, too."

Your other hand combs through his hair, twirling curls around your fingers like thread.

The two of you don't retire to your bed until the sun begins to peak over the horizon.

You wake up with sweat beading at your hairline.

In for three, out for three.

You ignore the phantom taste of marshmallows on your tongue. A shaky hand pushes the blankets off of your body, and you're taking the familiar path to the kitchen before you can really think. There's a bag of mini marshmallows where they always are. You grab them, tearing a whole in the top as you walk towards the bathroom. 

When your back meets the familiar chill of the tub, you can feel the way your throat begins closing up. But you push it away with a hand full of marshmallows, which distracts you from the aching burn settled deep in your chest.

You've never done this alone. Every time you've sat in this exact same position, marshmallows in hand, he's been here. But there's always time for change. At least that's what you tell yourself.

You'd spent all your time in this tub with Jimin. There weren't any more of those times. No more late night baths where you just talked about your days. No more pic nics on the living room floor when you didn't feel like going out. No more hugs or I love you's or simply just seeing him across the room. 

And another. In for three, out for three. Focus on something else. Anything else but him. Your eyes switch from the wall to the bottle of soap on the ledge of the tub. Strawberries and honey. His favorite. Something else. The two towels hanging on the rack, one yellow and one red. You remember picking them out the night you moved in. It's getting harder to see with the tears in your eyes, but it's fine. It's fine.

Because you don't miss him. You can't, because the smell of strawberries and honey are fading from the pillow that's beside yours. The red towel hasn't been used in a month. There's never a box of off-brand crackers with his name on them in the cabinet anymore. And he's not here.

And you can't wish that he is. 

September is different this time.

The streets are full of people, and you're filled with a happy sort of warmth as you wait outside of a coffee shop. Rubbing your hands together, you blow warm air on them to rid yourself of the numbness starting to creep in. It's the type of cold that sets in slowly. You nudge your nose against the scarf you're wearing with a shiver.

People around you pass by with smiles, arms full of bags or holding others hands. It's peaceful.

"You're going to drop them!"

Glancing up, your eyes dart around until they find the source of the noise. There's a part of you that wishes you hadn't. A part of you that wants to shove your nose back into the fabric around your neck. 

Seeing Park Jimin is...weird.

There's a certain type of irony in the way that you see him during your first September without him. It twists and tears at you with bleeding fists.

"Jimin, let me carry some!"

The girl next to him is pretty. She's more than pretty. Jealousy ebbs in your chest for a mere moment at the smile he gives her, the way his eyes sparkle. Remembering how he used to look at you like that pours salt onto the wound. 

His hair is blond now. He looks good. Jimin had always looked good, though. There's no doubt in your mind that he's one of the prettiest people you've ever met. But he looks good. He looks like he's glowing. He looks...happy.

I'm just not...happy anymore.

"I've got it", he laughs, leaning his head back with a smile. Turning, he regains his grip on the bags, switching his gaze over, over, over. "See, like…" His eyes are sparkling. He looks happy. Is this what he meant?

I'm not happy and I don't think I make you happy anymore, either.

"Y/N?"

You quickly avert your eyes, turning and stuffing your hands into your pockets with a huff of breath you can see in the cold air. For a second, you can hear his footsteps getting closer. Of all the ways you thought you'd bump into him, it was safe to say this wasn't on the list. Seeing him wasn't on the list at all. Avoiding the problem until it went away seemed like a good enough plan.

Just as you're ready to turn around and face him, even if you really do not want to, a hand lands on your shoulder. Gentle.

The endless run on thoughts of what you're going to say become muddled as you open your eyes. 

"Sorry it took so long. Since someone wanted peppermint hot chocolate, even though they were obviously going to be running out, I had to wait a little longer." The corner of his lips lift into a grin. "Didn't mind though. Anything for you, I suppose." 

You shake your head with a smile as he hands you the cup. "Thank you." The drink warms your hands, the numbness melting away. 

"Ready to go?"

Jimin's behind you. Jimin is behind you with a girl who may not even be his girlfriend, but a girl who makes him happy. Makes him smile. 

And you think you're a little okay with it. 

You don't really have a choice, but. It's easier to swallow than you'd expected. 

You've learned to live without him. And even though there's a piece of you screaming and throwing a fit like a child that just wants and wants, you don't break. 

"Yeah. I am."

Pivoting, you walk forward. He's still relatively far away, but close enough that you can see him in your peripheral vision. Close enough that you make eye contact once more as he readjusts the bags in his arms. Close enough that you see the sparkle in his eyes.

You take a breath as your shoulders pass, mere inches of space between you. He still feels far away.

In for three, out for three. Breathe in.

It smells like strawberries and honey.

You smack your lips together as you continue on.

You're craving marshmallows.

Two Months Before

Park Jimin is scared.

Which isn't something he'd normally admit so easily. But, given the circumstances, he doesn't think too much of it.

Filling his cheeks with air, he gnaws on his bottom lip in thought. He's been chewing on it for so long he'll probably tear a whole in it, but he can't help it. Thinking back on the conversation he'd had hours before scares him. Leaves him with an unsettling feeling in his stomach. Anxious, deadly butterflies.

"How're things with Y/N?" Taehyung sits back, sipping from a stark white coffee mug. "Not that we don't see you guys every two weeks, but, you know."

Jimin laughs, shaking his head. "They're good. She's good, amazing." He's smiling so wide his cheeks hurt. 

"God, stop looking like a lovesick fool", his friend teases. He tilts his head, scoffing. "Propose already." Jimin must look as lost as he feels, because Taehyung raises an eyebrow. "You okay?"

He blinks, rolling his shoulders. "Yeah, I'm good. I guess I just...never thought about it. Marriage and stuff. I mean, I have, I just…" He shrugs, eyebrows furrowed. "Never really thought about it too in detail." Why does his stomach feel like this?

"Do you want to marry her?"

"Yes." The answer is instant. Something hidden underneath, but something all known. 

Taehyung smiles. "That was pretty fast. Are you sure you've never thought about it?"

Jimin wets his lips, clearing his throat. "Guess it just...doesn't make sense with anyone else. It makes sense with her though. It feels right."

The blue haired male across from him smirks, huffing out a laugh. "Guess you'll need a ring then, huh?"

Marriage had always been a far away concept. Something to be worried about later down the line. It seemed like, without even realising it, down the line had come sooner than he expected. He's known Y/N for five years, and while every moment has been one he wouldn't give up, it's sped by so fast. 

But when he thinks about it, it doesn't make sense if it isn't her. Nothing makes sense if it's not her. If he closes his eyes and pictures his wedding day, no matter what, in every scenario, every way you look at it, she's the one walking down the aisle. Every time. It's her.

Jimin reaches into the dresser drawer beside the bed, feeling around until he finds what he's searching for. His fingers brush against the velvet box he'd shoved in there an hour earlier. When he brings it out, the butterflies in his stomach have friends. 

He wants to marry her. He wants to do it right. He wants to put this ring on her finger and watch her eyes light up. And plan the wedding with her and discuss color schemes and where to seat guests at the reception. Wants to kiss her in front of a room of people as his wife for the first time. He wants to adopt a dog and buy a house with a backyard.

Park Jimin wants to do all of this, and he wants it to feel right, and it only feels right with her.

But if she said no. If she didn't want him the way he wanted her. Park Jimin is terrifyingly in love with her. The type of love that makes him crazy. That makes him wake up early just to pull her back into his arms, because he knows how she likes being held. Because he knows her.

So if she didn't need him like he needed her, he doesn't think he'd be able to handle it. Because she may be able to walk away and find someone new, but he won't.

She's it for him. This is it for him. He doesn't think there's ever gonna be anyone else. 

He's loved her every day since the moment he met her.

The not wanting is what might tear him to pieces. Can nervous butterflies die?

The sound of keys turning in lock nab his attention, and he jumps to his feet, heart in his throat. Something in him aches. "Jimin? I'm home!"

Rubbing his thumb over the velvet box once more, he slips it back into the drawer, way in the back. He closes it, and breathes. In for three, out for three. Jimin looks up, and puts on a smile, even with this ache.

He loves her.

"Coming!"

✒ tags : @lysjeon @goldenlilyz @savageprince7

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[ohworm-writes]

My Writing Plans for This Week

hello dears and doves! it's worm. these past two weeks have been awfully busy and quite the bit hectic. however, i want to share my writing plans for the week instead of going off into the deep end.

➢ Agree to Disagree

i feel like i've been falling behind on updating this smau, but no matter! chapters are coming soon, and i'm only now realizing i write more fully written chapters than actual smau chapters 😅

➢ Technoblade Request

a comfort request was submitted last friday, i believe, which i'm avidly working on right now. this should come out the quickest out of the other works.

➢ The Technoblade Files + The Jschlatt Chronicles

this isn't promised, but i'm going to try and get it another tape/article out soon. for both series, i wang ti try posting a chapter a week, so i'm going to attempt to finish a tape/article for later this week. however, wether or not it comes out depends on a lot of variables, so please be patient.

➢ BNA First Date Headcanons

all i need to do with this is revise it. i made it a while back, so i need to sort of go through it before i post it. this will come out for sure some time this week.

so, this is my plan for the week! i can't promise that i'll follow with it, however, so please be patient with me. again, these last few weeks have been pretty busy, and so will next week, but i'll still try! all in all, i hope you're excited for my works to come

by the by, feel free to request if you want! i know i used to take quite the while to get them about, but i'm trying to get them out far quicker. just please read my rules before you do

other than that, i hope you dears and doves have a fantastic rest of your mornings/afternoons/evenings/nights! mwah! 💙

#worm updates #schedule #weekly schedule #worm writes

[missbecky]

Okay, time for another long post about a cool weird thing that happened with my cards last night. I still don't know how I feel about deities, I don't know that I'll ever worship one, as that's just not me to worship. But I have felt as though there was an entity, goddess, force, something trying to reach me. Any time I've tried to glean information on who it was, I kept getting a door slammed in my face. I kept getting messages that I wasn't ready. And I was totally fine with that.

I'm unemployed right now, I'm a single mom, and I live with my disabled mother to help take care of her. With COVID-19, we don't take chances as my mom is in the high risk category. What that all means is that I've had way too much time on my hands. So I've been like a sponge, soaking up all the knowledge I can when it comes to witchcraft. Not being ready wasn't that big of a deal, because it just meant I got to do more research and keep putting off stuff I didn't really want to do.

Yesterday, I did my daily card draw, and the message was suddenly way different. Change has always been in the messages, but also the stopping in order to be ready for the changes. Yesterday morning I drew the the star, the chariot, and the hanged man reversed. I took that as a go for it.

Later that day I was prowling all the research servers, and the went to Google something about deities, and found an article/blog post someone had written about wishing people would stop using a very specific tarot spread for deity identification. Naturally, I decide to do that very spread. It was a five card spread, I wrote down what I wanted to know, and started shuffling. I shuffled for what felt like forever, and then when I laid the cards out, without thinking, I laid out 7. At first I was going to put the last two back, but decided to leave them. And the cards were all over the place. But I looked at it, and thought, "whoa, whoever this is, is not messing around.

So this is what I laid out.

Before I get into breaking down what these cards meant and how each one directly correlates to one specific deity, I want to point out where my head was at going into this.

I basically really actually got started with everything like 2 weeks ago. I'm basically still a newborn, right? Anyway, as soon as I start researching, I keep getting drawn to Deities. That's weird because I'm an agnostic and basically have no interest in higher powers. If they're there cool, if not cool. I have always believed that if there is some kind of being that could mold and shape the world, then my puny human brain can't comprehend them anyway, and it's really none of my concern. So, it's been really strange that this repeatedly keeps sticking out for me. I get the distinct impression that whatever energy is reaching out to me is female, a tie to the moon, the feeling of 3 was there, I knew it had to be associated with motherhood, and just a general overall feel of the empowerment of women. Naturally, I just kind of assumed Hecate, but that never actually felt correct to me.

So the 3 of cups being the first card just kind of reinforced the sense of 3 to me, and the whole sisterhood aspects of women empowering women. I wrote down 3, sisterhood, and good times. In the spread that was supposed to be 5 cards (and I did 7), the first card was supposed to sum up who the deity was.

I love my tarot deck for the strength card the most, I think. Strength is a mama bear. Again, this confirms my feeling of being tied to motherhood. The second card was supposed to represent the deities weakness. I wrote mama bear, power, and overly protective.

The third card was the chariot, and according to the spread this was their strength, their power. I wrote down action, strength, determination, will-power.

Then I get to the 4th card, the lovers. This is supposed to be what they rule. This one had me scratching my head. Now the author said this one will be harder to figure out, because the deities could even try to be snarky with this. I didn't even know what to do with this card, but like it made sense later. As I was going through each card individually, however, I came up with nothing, and in turn wrote nothing.

Card 5 was to be their symbol or association, and I had drawn 7 card. Anyway, I began analyzing the reversed hierophant, and the reversed 2 of cups. By that point I'm feeling personally attacked. And then the King of swords felt like a slap in the face. Words like logical, smart, level headed came up, which is honestly the person I've always prided myself on being. What was that person doing trying to contact a deity? I basically had to stop and ask myself wtf I was doing.

Like all shadow work, I decided to go browse the internet to distract myself from having to think about it too much. So I start googling triple Goddess and love, even though the lovers definitely didn't feel right, I'm like what the hell? Why not? Hecate and Diana come up, well that's not right. So I decide to take away the triple deciding I could just be way off base with the whole 3 thing. So I Google goddess of female empowerment and found a list of badass goddesses, and Artemis stuck out to me. But I'm like, no, that can't be right. This peace loving hippie couldn't possibly identify with the goddess of the hunt (which was the extent of my knowledge about Artemis). I then Google goddess of sisterhood, envisioning a woman running with a girl gang fucking shit up. What the fuck do you know, but that is Artemis.

After that Google search, I decide I clearly don't know enough about Artemis, and had recently downloaded some Greek mythology books, have never had the slightest interest in Greek mythology, but I saved them in my Google drive just in case. After finding out a bit about Artemis from Google, I turned to the digital books I had.

It was crazy how each of the cards began actually tying into the mythology of Artemis. She traveled with like a gang of nymphs, which I'm sure there was some sisterhood there. She helped her mother deliver her twin brother, and became like the patron God of childbirth. She defended babies and Young girls. She only ever wanted to belong to herself and so she requested everlasting virginity. From what I read she was very protective, straight up murdered rapists, and she was strong to a fault, which made sense why the strength card was listed as weakness. Apollo challenged her to hit a target way out in the ocean that she couldn't see, telling her she couldn't do it, she did it to prove she could and there was no better sharpshooter than her. The target was Orion, the only person she ever loved. So the reversed two of cards made sense. The reversed hierophant made sense because she was not traditional, she went against the grain. Her story is far from ordinary, even by mythological standards. She was a straight up badass that lived life on her terms and no one else's. There's nothing more rebellious than a woman with such control of her own life and destiny. And of course the chariot would be her strength identification, she was nothing but action oriented. The lovers could be interpreted several ways, but I take it as a woman who loves herself so fiercely she had no need for any other kind. But also when I think of love, I don't think of romantic love, I think of the bond i share with my daughter. She fiercely loved her brother, and maybe because she helped with his birth it connected her to him similar to that of a mother and child? That of course speculation. But the lovers card could also be a jab at her eternal virginity. And the King of swords sounded exactly like Artemis.

So I'm convinced this spread is talking about Artemis, but I can't shake the aspect of 3. Can't let that one go. Don't know why. So I'm looking through the l The Greek Myths by Robert Graves, and in it he speculated that Artemis was in fact a triad/triple Goddess!!!

Needless to say, I lost my fucking shit after reading that one. I was right in what I felt about what traits I felt the energy having, and the fucking spread related with every gd card.

Oh, and apparently Artemis chose to spend most of her time in the mountains. One of my favorite thing in all of the things is the mountains of Colorado, second only to my daughter, and I even identify as connected with earth elements the most because of my love for mountains. Makes me wonder how long Artemis has been trying to get my attention 😉

Anyway, I don't know what this all means to me personally yet. I've been ridiculously drained today, it's already 11 pm, and I only just now felt like I had enough energy and focus to write this out. So haven't had much time to sit with everything I experienced and felt last night.

However, it was very exciting! And I had to share my experience!

#witchcraft #witch community #tarot #witchblr #magick #Artemis #deity #deity work

[dawnwriterimagines]

"Do you like it?": Thomas Hewitt (Smut)

Request: Thomas hewitt s/o puts on lingerie for her husband. @chola-inc

Warning: Violence, brief Gore, mentions of rape, and Smut.

You jumped as the front door slammed open, you spun around at the sound, the wet dish in your hand slipping from your grasp and into the metal sink with a clack. Screams of protest followed as you walked around the corner, wiping your damp hands on the front of your dress. You calmed slightly as you found Charlie hauling in a young girl, about your age, by her legs, which were desperately flailing about, eager to get free. The girls hands were bound by cuffs, her wrists bruised and swelling, "Please, let me go! No!" She cried, her voice shook the house as she bellowed from the top of her lungs.

"Come on, now," Charlie grunted, dragging the blonde haired girl across the floor, frowning as she grabbed the stairwell railing and held on tightly. "Fuckin' hell, you damn bitch. Don't act like I don' anything to ya, yet." He snickered to himself before dropping her legs like dead weight, she fell with a thump before attempting to stumble to her feet. She screamed fearfully, her bound hands clawing at the wooden floors as she was dragged away, the older man grabbed her once more and began hauling her up the stairs. "Now, that's a betta idea, I haven't had a nice lay down since the war. I like yo' thinkin'."

"No, no!" She screamed, her throat raw from her pitiful attempts in resistance. That's when she saw you, her eyes wide and almost relieved as you walked forwards into the light of the open entrance. You looked normal, a pretty girl probably from a town like her, nothing like the Texan freaks she's seen so far, and besides that you were free, no shackles or chains. "Hey, hey!" She called, desperately, her body shaking. Her hands clung to the railing, her palms digging into the splintered wood, she hardly noticed that the man stopped moving. You looked up, your eye's connecting with hers and she couldn't help the cry of relief that escaped her. "Help me, help me, please! Please, help!" She pleaded, she sobbed and that's when that monster of a man came through the door. "Oh god..." she whimpered.

Charlie locked eyes with you, a sadistic grin on his face as you raised a brow at him, he enjoyed beating the spirit out of other, the tactic was used repetitively in war. If not physically then, it was sure to work mentally. So, this wasn't much of a surprise for you, but still there was no point in delaying the inevitable.

The girl's eyes widened horrifically, you feared they'd pop out of her skull as Thomas entered the house. Dragging in two men by their ankles and flung over his shoulder, their blood mingled and dripped down the giant's back and to the floor. Thomas breathed heavily through his dark, leather mask, still slightly winded from the hunt and the hot, Texas sun. The men, whom the girl proceeded to scream at the sight of, we're both missing at least one limb, their faces beaten into swelled, bloody messes that you were sure weren't mask worthy for Thomas anymore.

Thomas moved forwards, his right foot coming out behind him to swing the door closed. As it shut, he took another step before he saw you, just as the morning light peering into the house began to fade to a dull eerie presence. Suddenly, you became the light of the house and his attention immediately went to you, his eyes wide as he noticed you. His eyes locking with yours. You felt your lips twitch upwards irresistibly as Thomas turned fully to face you, moving as if in a daze in slow steps. He hadn't seen you in what felt like forever, his tall frame blocking the struggling girl from view as she gasped in panic.

"No, no! Run!" She warned, her voice cracking frantically. She failed once more, Charlie kept a hold on her as Thomas turned towards the girl as did you. "He'll kill you! Get away from him! He killed my friends!" She shook in both rage and unfathomable fear as Thomas only continued to peer into her very soul.

But, no one moved. You stood there, your lips curving up into a small smile as you then turned back to Thomas, your husband, placing a hand on his heaving chest. He calmed considerably, turning towards you as if in question, we're you hurt by the girls words? Did you want him to kill her himself? He wouldn't hesitate and you full well knew he wouldn't, he'd do so in a heartbeat. You only giggled softly up at him, tugging at the neck of his shirt and he began to lean down towards you, understanding.

"I missed you," you breathed, before your lips collided with his, your hands cupping the back of his neck. Thomas closed his eyes against you, nearly forgetting that he still had two men in his grasp as blood dripped from his shoulders onto your bare neck and down your dress. You both pulled away as the girl gasps sharply before letting out another scream just as Charlie hauls her upwards with a laugh.

"Atta boy, Tommy!" He yells gleefully from the top of the stairs before a door is shut loudly, drowning out the girls screams of horror.

Thomas straightens, satisfied as he moans lovingly before glancing down and noting the blood running down your chest and staining the front of your dress. He knew it wasn't yours as you had no gash or cut, he knew it was due to the bloody corpses he's holding onto. But, he couldn't help the way he stared down your open top of your dress, it clung to you like a fitted blouse and accentuated your perky breasts. He felt his lower regions begin to heat up, the feeling filling him as it brought about a primal urge inside him. But, he knew there was no time for that, unfortunately, he still had to dispose of the meat.

You noticed his attention diverted and you looked down before chuckling as you noticed, "Oh gosh, I'm a mess," you joked, your hands wiping at the thick blood sliding down your neck. Thomas swallowed as you only smeared it around your neckline, his mouth opening in a low, tortured whine. You noticed and you tilted your head in confusion, "Tommy?" Oh god, even the way you said his name.

You then glanced down, the bulging tent in his pants forming agonizingly, made you bite your bottom lip before looking up at Thomas. "Hey, baby, why don't you put them downstairs," You nodded over to the corpses, your fingers tracing over his jaw as your opposite hand glides over onto his shoulder. "And then, me and you, can have alittle time to ourselves...yeah?" Your eye's sensually looked back into his, he could never say no, and why would he anyway?

He groaned needily under his breath, nodding eagerly, eliciting a pleased giggle from you as you gripped his shoulder to calm the aching sensation between your legs. You let go reluctantly as you realized you were only urging you both more, you began edging towards the stairs, "I'll wait fo--" you were interrupted by the boisterous voice of Charlie.

"Ya'll gonna have to wait a lil' longer," he shouted from the stairs, you jumped before turning to look at Charlie who stood at the top of the steps. "Tommy, you finish that meat, ya hear?" Your husband grumbled before proceeding to drag his feet towards the basement door. "And (y/n), I'm gonna need you up her', come on, darlin'." You sighed before glancing back at Thomas as he shut the door to the basement. You jogged up the steps just as Charlie open the door to the bedroom he kept the girl inside.

You winced upon stepping inside, the girl was tied up to the bed post her wrists bound and her clothing stripped from her. Only the thin sheet splayed out on the bed to keep her warm and covered. Her eyes staring up at the ceiling, most likely shaking off the feeling of having Charlie fuck her senseless, her legs rubbed together as if to gain feeling. She was gagged and only small groan's came through the cloth as she breathed and huffed against it.

You looked away as Charlie walked over to the corner of the bed, he chuckled at the girl as she edged away from him. "Ain't she a cutie?" He asked, his hand came up cupping her cheeks, squeezing hard as she whimpered. You decided to interject, placing a hand on his shoulder making him pause.

"Why am I up here? What did you want me to--" you were interrupted again as Charlie let out a low groan as he leaned down and picked up the girls pile of clothing.

"Here you are," he plopped the clothes into your hand. You raised a brow at him, "But, I didn't--" you began but, he shook his head, chuckling slightly.

"You and Tommy will enjoy it, trust me," he snickered, before the girl arched off the bed slightly, her sense regained as she began to struggle once more. "Now, get on to it. Momma said that if she doesn't get no babes by--" you blushed harshly, hissing at him and he burst out laughing.

"Charlie!"

He only proceeded to direct you out the room, with a sly wink before closing the door behind you. You frowned before looking down at the clothes and sighing before walking off and towards yours and Thomas's shared bedroom.

As you entered, you set the clothing down, picking up the first thing that caught your eye. A torn shirt, bloody, which would definitely stain, it was covered in tiny flowers. You shook your head, dropping it to the garbage bin beside the desk, you scooped up the pair of shorts the girl had come in with. The pockets were ripped and the sides were horribly sown together, it would come apart with the first yank. But, then once you set aside the shorts, you picked up the last, thin article of clothing, surprised to see what it was. Your cheeks immediately going red, gaping slightly before sighing and laughing quietly at Charlies lude sense of humour.

"Oh, gosh, Charlie," you grumbled under your breath, sighing as you pulled up the thin, lace fabric of the underwear. The places where bra padding would be placed were cut out, leaving only the straps surrounding the area and connecting the top to the bottom half. The bottom half was definetly more clothed but, cut out around the belly and sown together with lace strips, connecting to the panties which had a slit down the middle. Your ears burned as you couldn't help the small giggle as you recalled what most women did this in regards too. Either a special date night, a frisky evening, or the wedding night.

You then frowned slightly, you hadn't done anything really with Thomas during your wedding night. Well, you two took the car to the abandoned house of one of your victims, a small family of three, rude bunch. It was actually a romantic week for the both of you and you spent so much time with one another, fortunately the house was about another mile from the beach and you'd walk there every day. The town wasn't far from the little, abandoned town you and Thomas reside in, so most parts had already retreated out of the area, so it was an empty beach besides you two. Thomas had fun with you, having never been to a beach before, you both splashed around and laughed all day. At nights, and most mornings, you'd make love to one another. Releasing all the pent up sexual tension and frustration of not being able to do so before your marriage, you both spent hours in bed, but there was no baby. Not yet, anyway. You two were still trying, and Thomas wanted a baby so badly, he showed you how much almost every night.

You placed a hand on your stomach, tracing your finger around the smooth skin of your belly. You wanted a child just as badly, and you felt like you would be getting one soon. But, right now, your biggest concern was Thomas, he was so good to you, and he deserved the best. So...maybe a little present today would be a nice way to end the day, you hoped he liked it. You held the revealing lingerie to your chest for a moment thoughtfully before smiling widely.

You giggled in excitement of what the night would bring as you heard the chainsaw beneath the floorboards begin to calm.

You placed the lace undergarment on the bed before bending over and lifting the edges of your dress up and over your head. The cool air hit you and you shivered slightly, slipping off the plain, white underwear you wore underneath, you didn't bother wearing a bra anymore. Thomas found it too complicated to take off from the straps one day and you decided that you'd be fine without them. Shrugging off your tank top, you stood completely naked in the center of the room, glancing at the mirror at the other side of the room.

Then, you remembered, you still had dried blood all around your neck and chest, it was starting to smell and you grimaced. Walking over to the bathroom on the opposite side of the room, you grabbed a rag before running the water, wiping your skin clean before glancing at the messy bun you had thrown your hair into. As you tossed the rag, you reached up and pulled the ribbon from your hair, carelessly your head full of curls, rained down framing your face. Maybe Thomas would like it down? To be honest, so did you.

You then exit the bathroom, finally ready to begin your evening with your husband, you could already hear the basement door opening down the stairs. You pulled the lingerie into your hands quickly, wondering quietly to yourself, how do I even put this on?

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For once, there were no screams of horror mixed with bloody gurgling, no groan's of protest as limbs flailed, just the sound of flesh being torn and mutilated. The lack of incessant noise from his normal victims gave Thomas more time to think of you and the things he could be doing with you instead of down here with these bloody corpses. He slammed his knife down onto the limp wrist of his victim, frustrated with the burning feeling that only proceeded to take hold of him. He whined loudly, his large fist shaking as he grasped the knife handle desperately, he needed you now.

He shook his head before with a final roar, he gave in, his hand slamming down and he scoops up the limp body before lifting it up to one of the suspended hooks. The weight slammed into the sharp hook and impaled it through the back, suspending the rest of the body into the air.

He turned finally and began making his way upstairs, he opened the Basement door before closing it behind him. He passed the living room where Luda Mae and Monty sat watching their usual shows, hardly noticing the large man's footsteps behind them. However, he passed a bathroom on the way, his eyes catching the reflection of himself in the mirror, blood smeared across his shirt and face. He groaned before shaking his head as he stopped and walked back to the bathroom, he couldn't go to you looking like this. He wanted tonight to be special, you and him had hardly had enough time to spend together for the past week. The last thing he wanted was for you to be covered in dried blood as you embraced him or gave him a kiss, he'd hate himself for that.

So, he closed the door behind him and ran the water over his hands, the blood washing off from his fingers and between his nails. He took off his mask, not daring to look into the mirror, before washing off the specks of blood it carried. Placing it aside he grabbed a rag and wiped all all the blood and grime from his face before lifting his shirt over his head. It was torn and bloody, he couldn't let you see that, so he threw it into the bin at the side.

Only a plain white tshirt underneath, he opened the bathroom door, stepping out as he fixed his mask into place. At least he looked somewhat presentable now, he wished he had more more time to prepare something for you. He climbed the steps, hearing the pitiful, muffled screams of the girl in the opposite bedroom. Maybe he should've gotten some flowers, didn't men do that for women they loved, why hadn't he yet? He should do that. He just got to the door as he was about to turn around and put his thinking to action, when he heard your voice.

"Thomas," your voice beckoned him, you sang his name like a song and he found himself immediately swooning. The dull lighting in the room only set the mood, Thomas slowly moved forward pushing the door aside.

His mouth went dry in an instant, his heart thudded against his chest rapidly, his eyes widening so much that it almost hurt. His eyes locked onto you, where you were sitting on the bed, half naked and giving him a sly little smile. "I've been waiting for you," you moaned, your hand coming up to trace down your chest, which was exposed and bound by lace straps.

Suddenly, he forgot how to breath, his mouth gaping in disbelief, never having seen you in anything so revealing. He swallowed as his eye's caught sight of how the straps of the lingerie held on to your body tightly, accentuating every curve and crevice of your body. He's never seen anything so beautiful, and you were all for him. He loved how it fit around you, your perky breasts spilling out for his eye's to behold and his hands to grasp and praise. God, he could just go to his knees and worship you right there, but his urge for you had only grown and tortured him the very moment he laid eyes on you. And he couldn't wait any longer.

As if reading his mind, you stood to your feet, walking over to him and placing both of your hands against his chest. He whined against you, his hardened member pushing against the fabric of his pants. "Do you like it?" Your fingers dragged against his neckline, running down his torso and towards the bulging tent poking between your legs. He looked down at you, his breathing ragged and needy as his eye's begged you for your touch. "It's just for you." You bit you lip, smiling innocently, before pulling the collar of his shirt to which he obediently followed.

You directed him onto the bed, he plopped down his eye's never leaving yours and you grinned, leaning down as your fingers slowly began unzipping his pants. The moment you had his throbbing member free of the suffocating constriction, you cupped his neck and kissed him passionately. His hands immediately drawn to your waist, you took this as a moment to climb onto the bed and settle onto his lap. His pulsing dick moving past the slit in your lingerie and sliding into your slick opening.

You both part as he let's out a loud moan of pleasure, your body arching at the new sensation as you gasp, taking a second to get used to the feeling. His fingers dig into your thighs, delightfully surprised by your sudden movement, pleased to see the things your outfit allowed you to do.

His hand gripped the back of your thighs, his other hand rubbed your mid back, urging you to continue moving. You obliged, you hips driving upwards before setting back down, you found yourself liking the reaction it brought out of Thomas. Eliciting a whine of relief from him and a thrust of his hips upwards as you dropped your pussy onto him repetitivly. His size filled you up, leaving you breathless at each movement, "Ah, Tom-Tommy," you breathed, relishing in the feeling of your husbands member inside you.

Thomas buried his head into the crook of your neck, his right hand pulling down one of the straps in the back of your lingerie, your hips forced down from the force. Burying his length deep within you, you let out a scream as your arm's wrapped his neck instantly, your legs shaking against him as you reached an orgasm. Thomas groaned, keeping your hips down on him, the feeling of your walls clenching around him almost sent him over the edge. As soon as you began to loosen your grip, he lifted your hips upwards before bringing them down, gleeful of giving you your first orgasm of the night. Your wet pussy made his rapid movements easier and it was almost no effort on his part to direct your waist into his.

He couldn't take his eye's off of you as your eye's crossed from your ecstasy, your breasts bouncing with each thrust. You couldn't get out any words to describe how you felt, only gasped moans as your back arched from the erotic pleasure. His fingers slipped under the straps of the slit in your new lingerie, tearing it, giving him access to your dripping opening. The moment his fingers rubbed against your clit, you lost it, letting out a scream as you reached your limit. Thomas's eyes widened as the familiar, overwhelming feeling of your walls clenching against him made his dick harden. "Thomas!" You cried, he couldn't hold it any longer as your fingers came up, running through his hair and you set your pussy down one more time on him. Filling you to the brim, his tip stretching the entrance of your womb, before he exploded inside you.

Roaring out his relief as his balls emptied and pulsed within you, you shook slightly as you felt his cum entering you, your walls coated with the thick liquid. You rested your head against his chest, breathing unevenly as you held him close, taking a moment to just let you both recuperate. Thomas's arm's were wrapped around your waist, the thin straps around your body suddenly didn't sit well with him. He wanted to feel you against him, he needed to free you from these binds, he had to touch your skin. And so, he began tearing the material away, you jumped in surprise, Thomas, what are you doing?" You questioned, before yelping as he stood up, his grip on you kept you upright but he spun around and let you fall to the bed as he tore the lingerie from your body. You gasped as you went completely bare, frowning slightly, "I thought...I thought you said you liked it," you pouted, sitting up.

Thomas tilted his head in question before bringing up the torn straps of your erotic underwear, he took a moment to understand what you meant before quickly shaking his head. His hands erratically began to sign, hoping you'd catch what he was trying to say before you became upset with him.

No, you looked beautiful. I just wanted to feel you, not that. I'm sorry.

You smiled in understanding before looking up at him, you giggled and opened your arm's to him, "Oh well, I could always get another. Now come 'ere, big boy." he didn't hesitate as he crawled onto the bed next to you and wrapped his arm's around you.

You laughed gleefully against him, his chest rumbling against yours in happiness as you pressed your pink lips against his. His hands roamed your smooth skin, growling under his breath in pleasure as he found every curve and angle. His lips moved with yours, hardly realizing you had untied the straps of his mask, letting it loosen. As he pulled back, the covering of his face fell between you both, he flinched before reaching for it, recoiling from you. But, your hand only gripped his larger hand, wrapping around his fingers before bringing it up to your mouth and pressing your lips onto his palm. Looking up at his disfigured features he never understood how you could look at him without wincing once, without flinching away in disgust, without screaming. Like everyone else.

He scolded himself, mentally, you were better than them, you were better than anyone he knew. You understood him, you were patient with him, even when he couldn't be patient with himself. He knew you'd never hurt him, not like everyone else had. You're his wife. All his.

And you did smile up at him your face leaning in close to his, breathing against his torn skin, "My Tommy, my husband," you whispered, your fingers lightly grazing his cheeks bones and around his jawline. Thomas looked at you as if bewitched, unable to move, only to stare as if you weren't real, as if the moment he looked away, you'd be gone. You then looked up at him, deep into his eyes, your movement pausing as if time had stopped, and you said those beloved three words. "I love you."

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