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ink-fireplace-coffee · 1 year

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Hey

Tell me some stuff about twins. I never do any real person research for my characters but I should really start.

oh wow okay that's a long answer so be mindful of that

also this is all my own experience so if you happen to be part of a pair of twins and wants to chime in, please do so.

Okay first thing first: there are two types of twins. Identical twins and non-identical twins.

I am a non-identical twin. Which means exactly what you can be thinking: my sister and I are nothing like each other physically. She has brown hair and eyes, I have somewhat blondish-brown hair and grey eyes. Our face structure is different, our features are different. Our body is different.

Most of the time people don't even guess we are twins at first! But we are.

Second thing I should probably say: I'm two minutes older than my twin (yes it matters) I'm the older one.

Your set of twins are going to be x minutes apart from the other and that's a number you take to your grave. That's a number you remind them everytime you are in an argument and you want to make a point.

My sister and I grew up in a neighborhood where there weren't any kids out age, so we've spent almost all our childhood together. This translates to use having almost the same exact memories of things, our own language (invented words to refer to something or someone and we talk backwards when we need to say anything with people in front of us), key words that we created when we were little and basically the same childhood!

If you went to my twin and said "the girl and the fence" i know what she's thinking about. And if you told me "Imagine by John Lennon" I can interpret you our own version of the song that we wrote when we were like eight or so.

This means that more often than not we speak at the same time and say the same (I guess you could say it is because we have similar braincell patterns if you want to get scientific, but telekinesis is a much nicer explanation)

Still of course we are not the same person! At all! We both have different hobbies, likes and dislikes and are our own person, even if we still relate to a lot of things. I like to refer to my sister's hobbies as "the same as mine, but in a different direction": we both like reading, but we read different genres; or we both like a sport but for different reasons.

Living with a twin us not living with your best friend. Not always. We fight a lot (as siblings do) over dumb stuff and we are not joined by the hip. Specially not literally since she is in Germany now so...

Maybe this is also just my case, but I've grown so used to people calling me by my sister's name that I answer to it automatically, so maybe that's a twin's thing as well.

In my course, we were four set of twins: two pairs of two boys, us and a pair of a boy and a girl. Of course everyone had different dynamics but I think it's safe to say that almost all of us share that proximity with our sibling the way separate siblings don't do (← can't know for sure cause I don't have a separate sibling just my twin and I)

Somehow, the fact that we shared course, sometimes teachers, a friend group and later on the same class, has made us build our self concept around each other. Being a twin is part of our identity and now that I'm in uni and I'm meeting new people it initially shocks me when they are surprised cause they just found out that I'm not a single kid. Cause I'm clearly half of a set, you know? Still of course I know it's not something visibly clear.

We have a lot (and I mean a lot) of inside jokes, of stories and memories. I think she knows me more than anyone could ever because I've spent all my life with her. There are some childhood grudges as well (like when she ripped the scratch page that smelt like chocolate from my Geronimo Stilton Fantasy Kingdom book)

Aside from that now that we are kilometers away, our day to day conversations usually are either calling the other while we are studying and just talking about whatever or sending us memes and tiktoks saying "that's u" (she just did that as I'm typing this)

If you happen to be part from a set of twins and want to add your own little things or share stories PLEASE feel free to reblog this!!!

Again this is just my humble interpretation of 20 years of being a twin and you might not agree with some stuff which is completely normal!

#twin behaviour #twins #writing about twins #should i stress once more this is my experience? to be safe? maybe #sleepy friend🦉#if you want to send me like a little piece of sth and see if its (whatever that means) Im all yours

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vampiretendencies · 1 year

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Okay first time requesting sth:) but that one prompt list you reblogged gave me the idea of JJ having a nightmare and reader waking up and comforting him? I feel like it’s always reader having the nightmare but I can kinda envision it with JJ

Only if you want to and if your comfortable with it ♡

warnings; nightmares, lots of fluff, mentions of jj’s dad, mention of drugs, suggestive, mention of kids

pairing; jj maybank x fem!reader

authors note; thank you for trusting me with your first request ! that’s so true though, so i’m glad you decided to request this approach. requests are open ! <3

It’s strumming closer to the edge of midnight.

The living room being flooded with the pastel colors that the TV radiated as it displayed a movie JJ decided on. Yet, he’d fallen into a slumber not even half way through, and you didn’t know what kind of distasteful film this was. You forcefully watched it because you adored the boy that picked it.

No choice but to sink deeper, and deeper into this couch.

Such a pretty face is in your lap, insisting on sleeping there rather than a cuddle. His squishy face was buried in he dough of your thighs, studying the boy’s features— sun kissed blonde tips delicately suiting his features. Cheeks a darkened red, the imprint from the drawstring in your shorts could be found too, indented swiftly into them.

An angel is before you.

Basking in his presence doesn’t last long before he’s stirring, you’d thought he was waking up so your heart fluttered ever so slightly. He wasn’t.

The war in his mind is infinite, and has been rotating on a loop since he wandered into it an hour ago. This petrifying nuance is one of his father coming back to rip JJ a new one for throwing the pills, that he worked so hard to steal, into the water before sending him off on his one way trip away from Kildare. A robbery that was so effortless, however taking care of his own son was a chore to him.

Repeating in that nightmare that his father is beating him senseless on that same dock he said goodbye to him on. Bleeding out from various uncontrollable wounds that seeped ‘why won’t you love me’ from them. At one point in that night terror he was fighting back, though he gave up upon seeing his father would have no mercy on him. Pills of every color, would be enough for him to punch his son unrecognizable.

A sorry excuse of a man, you didn’t understand how such a beautiful, giving, boy came from that waste of space.

Profuse sweat entangled the tufts of his treases and one thing about JJ is he doesn’t sweat in his sleep. Not this heavily anyway. As long as his girl is nuzzled into his side, and he’s intertwined with her along with a cool fan blowing on him— he’s more then fine.

Beads of it began rolling down his face, and his lip quivered in such a weeping, defeated way. Whatever disturbing power this is, is consuming him bit by bit, and you can’t sit idly by and watch it.

You didn’t want to startle him more than he apparently is, so you start with a gentle tap. His limp body wasn’t moving, resorting to shaking him into oblivion— ultimately cutting his soft breaths short, whilst he sucks in new air to compensate for what he’d lost.

JJ’s eyes squint open, instinctively pressing a tender kiss to your warm inner thigh. Assuming you’d accidentally woken up, and assuring that he was still here in one piece.

“Baby, you’re sweating.”

You soothed him, by pushing back his hair and wiping his drenched forehead with the bottom of your cotton shirt. Cupping your small hands to his jawline, providing coaxing that he oh so needed.

“S’nothin’ baby just a little … bodily fluid?” He denied it, and would’ve planned on drowning it out with the rest of the suppressed memories of his father. But, you’ve seen it, and he won’t deny you the reasoning behind it after watching it with your own two eyes.

“Too much of it.”

“Thought you liked when I was sweaty, last time you couldn’t shutup about how hot-“

“Spill.”

You hushed him with two fingers to his delicate lips, his tongue delved on the backs of them to lick them intricately. You push his head in the other direction, wiping the spit on the neck of his sleeveless tee— acting as if you didn’t like it.

“Alright, you got me. It was a nightmare,” he followed your eyes, raspy voice filling the room vividly. Looking up at you like you’re the reason why the world goes round. You aren’t sadly, but you are the reason his world does. For if you weren’t here in this very second, he would’ve wailed uncontrollably in the emptiness of no home. You combed through his hair, as if to say ‘tell me more’ and with a sigh he did.

“What is it J?”

Biting throughly on his bottom lip, he contemplated; face curling closer into your thigh. He stomachs it, the exhaustion ridden eyes struggling to make out expressions with the TV now illuminating from light to dark during commercial.

“He’s everywhere s’like I can’t fuckin’ get rid of him. You know I thought when he left, I’d be done with him for good … but no even in my nightmares he beats the shit out of me.”

He laughs it off, devaluing his feelings with every chuckle. All you can do is peer at him, with concerned affections and furrowed eyebrows.

And he thinks they have no meaning, for the entirety of his life he’s had to shove it down— conceal it. There’s things his fathers done that he can’t recall, because he forces himself to forget.

“J, look at me.”

Your thumb circles on the tops of his cheeks, consoling him in such a way no one else could. You were his favorite song, and he’d listen consistently for that extra touch of solace.

“He can’t hurt you anymore, not now, not again.” He melts into the palm of your hand like putty. Similar to a car furrowing to its owners touch. He’s glistening thoroughly with hope and desire— your lover lost a piece of him every time his father left another mark. “What you feel shouldn’t go unnoticed baby, he’s going to regret leaving the most perfect son behind.”

“Perfect?”

“Perfect, J.”

Again to shrug it off once more he starts with, “When we have kids, and we will have kids … lots of em … he won’t get the opportunity to know them.” Changing the topic but now being able to at least talk about it, was one step closer to somewhat vanquishing the sore subject.

Following suit, you continue with the more lighthearted part as the sweet boy below you deserved everything of the sort.

“How many babies we talkin’ Maybank?”

“Enough for a small army. So I say we get started now, pretty girl.”

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ganondoodle · 1 month

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Hello 👋

Swallowing my nerves at last to send you an ask! I was just wondering, what inspires your designs? Are their inspirations in stuff like movies or games? Or just things you come up with yourself?

i .. honestly its kinda hard to tell, sometimes i just randomly think of something, like some detail, or color combination and try to incorporate that into a design somehow; it can come from anywhere, like the color scheme of a pithaya/dragonfruit is something i have been wanting to make a design with for ages but havent come up with anything good in all those years ;O;

im a very easily fascinated by color, espeically in nature, like sometimes i just stop and stare at something like i froze in time bc i just woooooooooooooah color! i probably look like a weirdo doing that though

its really hard to pinpoint anything specifically, the most is probably .. other artists? i guess? which always makes me nervous bc my memory is shit in most areas of life and i worry myself to pieces whether i unintentionally "stole" an idea and just dont remember and think it was my own, it goes further that sometimes i see something that makes me want to draw a similar concept but dont bc i dont want to 'steal' even if that couldnt be further from my intention (have been accused of that before ..)

that said for my ocs specifically .. most are rather old and have just kinda evolved out of their awkward first iterations (shargons first iteration was a hauro-howl- copy that was really just some human covered in feathers .. another oc was once a hellboy copy but in green- havent drawn nor redeisgn them in ages lol), the biggest inspirations for them is a mix of animals, bonus if you dont see them often- im a big shark, whale and sea creatures in general nerd so i tend to take from them as a priority but always trying to be less directly animal and mostly just .. features that work together

Eadrya is one of the newer OCs- i started to write but then looked at my folders and oh they are from 2017 .., i even made a design timeline for them how much they, and my art, have changed back in 2020, so thats also way outdated now lol (they apparently started as a whale .. thing? its like a pokemon evolution lol)

this is them now (i like this sketch still, though shargons design is now also outdated lmao)

this ones from early 2023 so also outdated now but you get the point

for demons i try to be a bit more wild on shapes and colors while still adhering to the rules of how they work (humanoid form, demon form, animalistic, one element each and more or less made to fit that, 4 arms is very common, look to be bost scary and wild but also something that would make you stop in tracks and stare in awe and fear if you crossed paths)

often times designs just kinda .. happen, i have maybe the idea ok i wanna make something with a white and red pattern also moose or those big horned cows are cool and kinda scary so maybe sth akin to that (though this one is technically a redesign too- its also pretty much entirely different)

for non demons but still non human i go for a much more restrained design, mainly inspired directly by an animal and giving the color scheme a good spin, plus adding unconventional body shapes, like ki'ita is also a good example, her old idea was just orca anthro pirate and just by making the white green instead in her most recent redesign already adds that little spin to it

that can have its pitfalls though, as i often fall into the big arm small head small legs scheme over and over xD

alot of it is trial and error, deciding on the colors can take me hours bc im always searching for my little rule of having one contrast color that shows up in very few places to draw attention to it (like with Eadrya its those bright yellow eyes and thingy at their tail)

and that is all about myy own ocs, when its fandom stuff it works kinda similar though, either in the connections i wanna draw or just thinking it further- like how deities in destiny work also just kinda .. happened like an ever derailing train

like for demise i was at first really just im gonna give him horns bc horns are cool and he got those on the starting mural in the game- so how his hair work? well maybe it isnt hair actually and just unbound energy, im making him a deity too and fit hylias design to his so, yeah, then so how does it work, ok he gotta have a skeleton still, but what if his entire actual body is made up of pure magical energy with its core in the ribcage? with the core in the ribcage >:3c and the scales you see are just like cooled down lava as an armor bc his thing is fire and earth !! the normal blood? is a thin layer of skin imiated from mortals to keep the scales together and flexible so if he ACTUALLY gets hurt hed bleed magic that looks more like lava and any normal blood you see is just the armor- so why does he have a skeleton still instead of being just energy? maybe its gotta be bound to something OH and what if all of the deities started as mortals like a mirror to the trio later on and the gods cannot have direct influence to the worlds so they needed a right hand that is neither god nor mortal but both by killing a mortal by whatever their element will be (demise burned, hylia drowned etc) and their skeleton and spirit is kept but put into a body of magic- OH what if their spirit core is like almost piloting their bodies like a mech in a way bc if youd look close youd see that every strand of magic is actual a hand of their spirit so it makes it more weird and other bc hed be able to reach out with thousands of burning claws of all shapes and sizes like the beheaded forest god at the end of mononoke- SO if hed lose and arm or something all those strands would untangle and rearrange his bones back together-OH MY GOD the whole armor idea works so well for ghirahims dark armor so what if demise had two swords once and lost one and since has forged an armor similar to his own for ghirahim out fo fear of losing him t---

and that all is a process that happens over several weeks and months not rarely while i am drawing something mindlessly and suddendly *have a thought* and omg that makes so much sense-

so "what" inspires my designs? an ever derailing train of thought about making cool thick monsters that arent the evil thing to get rid of for once? cool color schemes? idk it just kinda happens??

#ganondoodles answers #dont think this was the point of the ask #maybe i shouldnt actually try to answer any questions bc im inherently bad at ... having an answer #i havent even gotten into the anatomy of demons in my oc stuff #yes they ... they got organs #i dont know why id need to think about how and what and their arrangmeent #but i ssure did #I DIDNT EVEN GET INTO HOW DEMONS WORK-#wasnt the ask #my brain is an unstoppable train that never lets me rest #writing soem stuff out like that really makes me realize just how MUCH THERE IS #no wonder i got not space left for any actually important information #like i couldnt tell you my phone number i have had for years but i sure could draw an anatomical study of a demon oc lol #this took me an hour to write.#why am i like this

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ladymarycrawley · 1 year

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Baby please come home - John Stones

Request: can I pls request a John Stones fic where your family have moved abroad and you’re going to see them for Christmas but John can’t come so you’re quite sad you’re missing your first Christmas with him but what you don’t know is he’s surprising you when you land and you have the most amazing Christmas with him and your family?

Warning: sweet, sweet John (sth like one of those Xmas rom coms)

Tag list: @masonxomount @chelsealover @stonesyy @johnstonesfc

Christmas is such a special time, not just for the magical atmosphere given by all the lights, the shopping to get some good presents and all of that but also because it usually is the time you get to spend with all your loved ones.

Among all those loved ones you would've like to spend the so called most wonderful time of the year there was also another person that, during this last year, became pretty important to you, that one was John. That would have been your first Christmas together and, Needless to say, you were really looking forward to it: getting him the perfect presents, even that being rather hard as he already had everything he could ask for since he had enough money for all of that, picturing him interacting with your family and all of them getting along, him complimenting your mum for the delicious food she cooked…the only thing that could spoil that perfect scenario was him missing all of that. And that was exactly the turn things took: when everything was set for him to come and spend his first Christmas holidays with your family, he came and said that he couldn’t do it anymore due to an intensive training schedule his manager decided to submit the squad to as a “punishment” for their latest losses.

When your boyfriend told you that news you were hoping you didn’t have to listen to, your heart broke into a million pieces and you were sure he could have heard it from the outside too.

"But you promised you would've come"

"I know but it's work and it doesn't depend on me"

You got so angry the night he called all your plans off you were this close to a fight but instead you just kept it all inside and let him cuddle you all night, trying not to let him see the hot tears that were staining your face.

The next day he woke up before you to go training as you had to finish preparing your suitcase ready to take the flight home in a few hours. That morning he tried to make it up to you by whisepring sweet nothings into your ear as he would place lingering kisses against your cheek and by leaving your breakfast ready (including the last chocolate muffin you would usually argue for) with a note saying he was really sorry abd that he loved you so much. As much as you would've liked to play the part of the strong girl that doesn't need these useless things, that sweet gesture caused you to smile from ear to ear, taking your phone in your hand to write him a thank you text, adding you loved him more than ever.

As soon as you arrived at your parents' you facetimed John to let him know you were home safe, as he kept sending you texts asking you how were you doing.

"Yes, I'm entering my bedroom in this very moment" You sighed, leaving your suitcase at the side of the bed and abandoning yourself on what was would have been your bed for those upcoming days.

"Good, how was the trip?" He asked as he was lounging on his bed, with his arm propped on the bed holding his head. The weary smile curving his lips mase your heart flutter, you would have loved to kiss his tiredness away and cuddle next to him.

"Okay, it's so damn freezing outside I just wanted to get home and drink this hot cocoa my mum just made for me"

You were literally gladly to have that steaming mug in your hands and a soft and warm bed to realx on, you were feeling like a child and that made John's smile grow even wider.

"You look like a happy baby"

"I am indeed!" You two shared a little laugh before asking him how was training.

"I'm kinda tired you know, with the cold and everything it's getting kinda hard"

He let out a loud yawn, rubbing his hand over his worn out features. He looked like a baby too in that moment, needing all the cuddles in the world.

"I miss you" You whined, pouting and wrapping your blanket tighter around you.

"You look so snuggly with that blanket on" John smiled softly at your face reflected on the phone screen.

He missed so much seeing you wandering through the house wearing that pile thing around your shoulder as if it was a cape.

"We could have been here together, snuggling under this soft and warm blanket but you preferred staying there, in cold and rainy Manchester"

"You know I would've loved that but Pep decided is a good time for us to work on some tactics"

"Pep, it's Christmas for Christ's sake, go eat some sweets and let these poor men go!" You rolled your eyes, sighing in distress "I should've been your manager"

Your exasperated reaction made him chuckle out loud.

"Yeah, we would've had so much fun…especially me" He wiggled his eyebrows in a flirty way.

"Nope, you wouldn't have gotten anything" You playfully snapped back, him being the one to pout this time.

"I miss you too" He confessed, wanting nothing but to run his long fingers over your face and kiss you.

You looked at each other in silence for a couple of minutes, just getting lost in each other's eyes.

"Mum was really looking forward to meet you"

"Me too, I'm so sorry to be missing all of that"

"And now I'm about to face a long family dinner without you"

"Hey, I already said I'm sorry, don't make me feel guiltier"

"I love making you suffer from time to time" You said, sticking your tongue between your teeth.

He chuckled before waving you goodbye and sending a kiss your way, not after hearing you say how much you loved him.

"Someone rang the door!"

"I'm coming!" You shouted in answer to your mum.

That morning you were adjusting the Christmas tree your mum lef you to do as someone rang the door.

As you opened the door and you realised who was the one person standing at your parents' entrance, you gasped and let the glass bauble you were holding to put on the tree fall to the ground, breaking it into a million pieces.

"JOHN??"

"Happy Christmas baby" You jumped in his arms, wrapping your arms and legs around him like a koala.

He giggled, his lips pressed against your head.

"What the hell are you doing here??"

"Well, if you don't want me anymore I'm going back to Manchester"

"Don't you dare!" You both laughed as you cupped his face to give him a long, needed kiss on the lips. The contrast between your warm lips against his colder ones made you shiver while he let out a pleased moan, enjoying the warmth you were radiating as he spent the last hours out in the cold.

"Oh he made it in the end!" Your mum exclaimed seeing you in tears in John's arms.

"What does it mean?? You knew it?? For all this time!" You gasped pointing a finger against your mum, guessing she knew everything from the start and probably talked to John to arrange the surprise. But how was it possible? They didn't know each other personally.

"Well, I unlocked your phone and searched for her number telling her about the surprise I had in mind" The City player explained you, as you couldn't quite believe what was happening right in front of your eyes.

"You two…you have been playing with my feelings all this time...that's not fair"

"But we succeeded in surprising you so we won" He smirked, kissing your forehead.

Everything you had in mind finally happened: he met your parents, your sister and had dinner with you all, including him appreciating your mum's cooking skills.

“So this is our room?” John asked wiggling his eyebrows mischievously as you showed him upstairs.

“No, it’s mine. Yours is just here on the right”

“Oh come on, I don’t wanna sleep all alone in a new house” He whined hugging you and hiding his face in your neck “I’m scared”

His stubble tickled the highly sensitive skin of your neck, making you giggle and squirm in his arms.

“John, we can’t do anything as far as my family is here”

“I don’t wanna do anything! I just wanna sleep. What do you have in mind, you cheeky girl?” He smiled mischievously.

“The same thing you have in mind, you naughty boy” You pinched his cheek before kissing him softly.

“The heating doesn’t work properly though...I’m so cold”

“John stop it” You couldn’t stop giggling as you tried to push him out of your bedroom. You would have really liked to sleep next to him but you didn't want your family to make some comments or anything about your private business.

"You can't leave me out in the cold!"

"I'm not! You have a hot bed waiting for you"

The day after, when you were strolling hand in hand with him through some Christmas markets, you realised how lucky you got: with him by your side you were feeling as if you had just won the lottery. That thought made you squeeze his hand firmer, drawing his attention.

"What?"

You gazed up at him: his curls perfectly styled, his slender body wrapped in that black wool coat you insisted for him to buy instead of those puffers he would use at City, his cheeks slightly pink due to the cold weather, making his cerulean eyes stand out.

"Nothing, I just love you so much"

John smiled back at you, meeting your smaller figure standing on your tiptoes ready to kiss him.

"Even after having played that prank on you?"

"Even more"

"You said that! Don't complain then"

You playfully hit him on his toned arm.

"It doesn't mean go on, play pranks on me whenever you want to!" You warned him jokingly.

John trapped you in his arms, engulfing you in his embrace which felt so perfect.

"I really am the perfect girlfriend, you know?"

"Pff, don't flatter yourself, I am the perfect boyfriend"

"This coat your perfect girlfriend made you buy is what makes you the perfect boyfriend, nothing else"

"Oh so you're with me just for the looks? I'll remember that"

He pinched your hips from underneath your coat, making you squirm. The cold air and the never stopping smile making your cheeks hurt but you couldn’t care less.

"I have another thing or two that could make me an even better boyfriend…" John smirked teasingly, muttering that kinky words in your ear, adding some red to your already tinted face. He took your hand in his to start walking together again. That was really the most wonderful time of the year.

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f1-disaster-bi · 1 year

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I have a little idea for an ask that hasnt let me go. It‘s couple sebson or sewis i cannot decide who adopts little lando.

For the angst Lando has a bit of a tragic backstory. Basically when he was 2 or so he was in a fatal car accident with his parents (a drunk driver hit them from the front) which left him an orphan. He was seriously injured and the doctors were not able to save his leg and they still had trouble to stabilise him. When he came into the foster care system nobody really cared that he didn’t get a fitted prosthetic nor did they care that he never really learned how to walk again. Even though he was involved in a car accident, which he doesn’t really remember he still loves everything around cars and he’s incredibly intelligent for his age. So when he is around 5 years old he can already read and loves engineering stuff.

The man that runs the foster home would always put on f1 during the weekends and once it was on you couldn’t get lando away from the screen, he would memorise strategies and everything.

Aston Martin does a campaign where they are raising money for children in the foster care system and lando‘s home gets invited to the british grand prix. For aston themselves it’s more of a thing where they can get good publicity bit seb loves having these kids around and is so patient in showing them everything. Lando isn’t on the tour because at that point he has grown out of his prosthetic leg and no one cared to replace it so he stayed with the owner of the home. When they get back and seb realised that Lando wasn’t on the tour he ask the guy why and he just snarls that lando can’t walk that’s why. Seb is a bit taken aback but tried to find sth to tell lando he pretty sad that he wasn’t allowed to go with the rest. Seb : „Can you give me a tip on how to get a podium for you guys today?“ and expecting a cute answer like „drive faaast“ but Lando launches into an elaborate strategy plan that actually makes sense and seb is in awe.

Soon though they have to say goodbye.

In the evening seb talks to his partner about Lando. They’ve been thinking about adopting at some point in the near future and were already approved, they just thought they would adopt a baby, but his partner can see in sebs eyes that lando has captured a piece of sebs heart with his shy but excited babbles.

So they go visit him and they are pretty sure that this is the one. They take him home and they do have some angst along the way bc Lando’s stump had not been treated properly for years and they need to do some intense pt etc.

But still a lot of fanily fluff.

Well, that got out of hand but i’ll send it to you anyway. I hope it doesn’t bother you that it’s this long and it’s understandable bc english isn’t my first language. <3

Anon, I absolutely adore this 🥹😭

Lando not remembering the crash or what he lost, he just knows that he can't really wall and that his leg comes off. Him telling the Foster home when he starts out growing the leg and it hurts but there's no money to get him a new one fitted, so they just keep him in a wheelchair and stop taking him to physio because "it's easier this way"

Lando isn't bothered by it because he loves reading and writing and drawing, and most of all, watching cars go fast and thinking of ways to make them go faster. For his birthday, they get him some books on cars and f1 that are kid friendly but Lando devours them

So by the time he meets Sebastian, Lando is absolutely enamoured and thinking of strategies and telling everyone that he meets he's gonna work in F1 one day. He doesn't notice the pitying looks he gets cause he's busy planning.

When he gets told where they're going, he's so excited but then they get there and it isn't accessible so Lando can't do parts of the tour he wanted to. He's just sitting with the Foster worker that likes him or tolerates him the most and he's so sad until Sebastain comes over and he comes alive. Just this tiny kid telling Seb a strategy to do well in the British go and Seb is like "oh" 🥹

I can just see Seb going home to Jenson, just gushing about this little kid he met and how cute and amazing he is. Jenson just getting a little smile because "Should I set up some visits?" and it hadn't even occurred to Sebastisn that they could possibly adopt Lando.

So they set about doing it, and they're just enamoured with this smart little kid with the cutest smile who can match Seb in talking about cars and strategies.

Just picture them watching Lando learning to walk, and telling him that they can get him an adapted kart if he wants to learn to kart so "you can plan more amazing strategies to help Seb go fast"

They'd just make the sweetest little family

#sebson #sebastian/jenson #foster child lando au #disabled lando

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dead-set-goat · 1 year

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Instead of putting prompts into an AI machine and getting Frankenstein’s Creation of stolen bits and pieces… why not commission me, a human! For something authentic! :> (bad joke… but it’s the sad reality)

So basically!

🦞You want something drawn, right?Character? Portrait? Creature? Toaster? The school locker of your dreams? Want a poster, something something? I will draw it for you!

🦞Prices are orientative. Pay after I finish. I trust strangers. I attached examples below so you know how much I expect for what (it’s based on effort and time)

🦞Ask for whatever, I will also design things for you based on the details you provide (and by things I mean mostly caracters)

🦞I will not draw your blorbos having se- or stuff of that kind. Also no hateful art. Gore n’ stuff is fine, but not too strong because I have no idea how liver puree looks sorry. (Wait isn’t that just pate??)

🦞It would be great if you’d let me know in detail what and how you want it! I tend to go off-rails. If you like holiday surprises though, leave it to me haha

🦞Payment through paypal. If you can’t that way, idk other methods, I’m open to being enlightened at any time!/gen

🦞Have I forgotten something? I dunno. Look through my art on @crustychipset or #cheez scribbles stuff tag here, see if anything is to your liking. Since I tend to be inconsistent you can request whatever style of mine you want.

🦞🦞First come first served, currently don’t have a number of slots. I’m quite… niche lol. Also please keep in mind it’s winter holidays so uhh, I’ll try to finish commissions as soon as I can (if you want to buy one for someone for Christmas or New Years or sth and need it soon let me know and I’ll prioritise and try to finish it ASAP!) but I may be a little slow. I will send some progress to make sure it’s going in the direction you want. Won’t do drastic changes after a certain point though.

🖖DM me if you have any questions. I will make up the answers along the way because I’m a noob.

Here’s some examples of how the pricing works!

OH AND THANKS FOR READING! And considering me and all that. AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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mypastellittleworld · 6 months

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I think i will post sth just to tell people that this account isn’t die (yet) 👍

This year I watched a lot of stages and every stage made me feel like i can see myself when i was young. That personality had long lost from my memories but watching butais… i came to remember why i’ve always love “the stage”.

It can’t be changed that i lose desire to stand as a performer. I ran away from my past but i knew one thing: i never hate “stages” and i’d never be.

I love lightings, bgm, decorations, and every single movement of stages. I just… love them so much. I’m more than 100000% sure that i no longer suitable to perform but… you can’t deny your inner thoughts, right? I love stages and i still do. Butais proved me that.

I wonder what im gonna do in the future. I do have plan but it’s not like sth that i can do now so maybe i need more time. I asked myself every morning whether im doing fine or not. Everyone around me seems to be happy since they got to do what they wanted. They’re tired but fulfilled. They got their own “thoughts” while i’ve always acted according to what my parents wanted me to do. I didn’t think about my heart much since i didn’t have another choice other than obeyed my parents.

I’m tired of everything, but not the stages i’ve always being told to forget it.

So… i wrote this because i’m happy to know that at least i’ve my <own> thought. If Shu wanted Mika to live as a doll like my parents told me to do what i must do, my life back then should be considered as a doll as well. I did tell myself that it’s okay to abandon my feelings as long as my parents still love me, but in fact it wasn’t. I realized later that my heart has been broken into countless pieces which i can’t even fix them. I just gathered them together and continue my daily life because my parents told me i must not abandon my responsibilities.

In enstars, Shu wants Mika to become human while Mika starts to learn how to love a human-side of himself. I can related to that. I mean, my friends want me to stay true to my feelings and my life is my life. I can do whatever i want that it won’t trouble others. Somehow… watching these butais made me understand myself more than before. I threw away my imagination and dream to satisfy my parents, but i know now how much those fantasy precious to me.

I just want to say that i’m happy to see a lot of people start to love watching butai or stage play. There are soooo many of us who have lost our ways but you might found sth laying deep within your heart by watching stage plays. No matter how much i want to say thank you, it won’t be enough.

I hope lots and lots will open their hearts and watch stage plays. Its magic can turn your whole life though! 🤣

I’m mumbling nonsense once again but i guess no one read my blog so maybe it’s fine(?) hahahaha

If any of you want to talk to me, no need to feel scare and send me a private message! I don’t think i’d get notification fast enough to reply instantly but i promise i will answer every single thing you asked.

Truly, my pastel little world right? ;D

P.s. EVERYONE PLEASE LISTEN TO HAJIME AND SHUN NEWEST DUET BECAUSE ITS AMAZING

Ryouhei-san is just… (　˙-˙　)(、._. )、(´；_；)ノ♡ haaaaaaahhhhhhh T T

P.s.2 You need to use VPN to login into Spotify and stay connect until you decided to stop listen! If you live outside JP and your account is premium, you can’t use that account since they knew that we’re being an outsider. It’s fine to use some of your leftover-email to login though. Just don’t forget that your VPN must stay CONNECTED!! 😂

Now go and listen!!! IT’S A MUST!!!

Light & Dark (Hajime + Shun duet)

When I got a chance to watch TsukiSta 14 rabbits kingdom, i promise that im gonna be crazier than today 🧐🙏

#pastel mumblings #tsukiuta #tsukista

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tatatatatara · 1 year

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Hey, do you have any hc's of Uta, Shuu and Furuta as partners? (Fem or gn s/o). Thanks!

First of all I want to apologize for my late respond, I forgot to check for the inbox since people rarely send me asks 😭

I have neutral feeling about those guys so I don't look up content about them, which means I could interpret them wrong or have the same idea with someone else. So please don't expect too much 🥺 Also I don't have anything for Furuta because he is a riddle to me, I don't understand him enough to write anything about him.

But here are some thoughts about Uta and Shuu.

👨‍🎨 Uta's partner would, no doubt, his muse. He would be so inspired by them, and since he's a man with many talents and hobbies, his s/o should prepare to see themself in every possible art form. Painting, sculture, music, poem,... you name it.

But Uta is not gonna make it straightforward. No no, he is gonna be vague as hell and they have to guess what did he actually mean with that. A seemingly unrelated piece can also be about them because that's just how his style is and he loves hearing guesses and interpretations about his works, especially coming from his lover. He believes he is "empty" so he may just randomly create something and ask his s/o to interpret it, and he is always surprised with how they make him understand him better. I think Uta is the type who starts a relationship just to "give it a try", and eventually get attached to their partner wayyy too much.

Uta would happily tell things about you with his friends, and they couldn't be happier to see he found some meaning in his life, aside from trying to eat his best friend. Yomo has great concern about his partner, because he has personal experience about how crazy Uta may become towards someone he cares about lmao. He would give them advices, and Itori would gossip with them.

The downside of having Uta as a partner? His intrusive thoughts. He would sometimes dream about turning his s/o into something else, or consume them so they can become one or sth like that. Sometimes he slips and tells those thoughts to his partner and then casually brushes it off that he was only joking ("haha jk. Unless...").

🌙 For Shuu, he is of course the type who spend every single penny he has for his partner. He would pamper them and try to be with them whenever he has chance. Shuu is knowledgeable so he can talk about every topic that his s/o likes to make sure that they are not bored and always entertained. If you like something that he doesn't know about, you bet that his servants will have to gather up information about it and he will read through it to get closer to you. He is a very dedicated partner and he makes sure that his lover knows that.

He would take them to very exclusive places, and let them experience sensations that they never tried before. He loves seeing when his partner is enjoying something, like being taken back by trying something so good, or being amazed by a very excellent opera. Shuu is also patient and would show them the right manner to do things, like eating etiquette or dressing. Did I mention that he would love to order custom clothes for his s/o.

Shuu would often tell his father and servants about his partner, and his future plans with them. To Mirumo's delight, he takes relationship very seriously

So, what is the downside of having a relationship with Tsukiyama Shuu? Well, once he is comfort with his lover (he is sure that they will not leave him), he will start to show his bad sides. Which means, he will get more deliberate and tend to do things in his own way. He will also start to tell more about himself, and show his silly little tantrums when things did not go the way he expected. Also, if they have a fight and the fault was his, he would never admit it but he will try to apologize/manipulate them through gifts and actions.

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unabashegirl · 4 years

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HI!! cn u pls do one of y/n surprising harry on tour or sth and doing sth with the fans while doing so hehehe MAKE IT SUPER FLUFFY PLS KSNDJDND 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

CHOCOLATE CAKE

I sure can! I hope you like it! Let me know what you think!

Also, continue to SEND YOUR REQUESTS!

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There he stands, hearing his name being chanted by hundredths of people but he has never felt as lonely; not even when he was single. At least then he hadn't had a taste of her. Now he is addicted to her love and her soft touch inflicted by her tiny, delicate hands. The same hands that hold him in his darkest times. And the same hands that he has held above her head when he makes sweet love to her.

Y/N is quiet, reserved — an introvert to the t. She prefers to stay home than dressing up and partying in crowded spaces. If there is one thing she enjoys the most is quietness. Perhaps that was what captivated him when he met her that afternoon at an art exhibition. He is so used to the screaming and loudness of people that he now naturally, gravitates towards the quietness. Thus, why he had stumbled into that small, serene exhibition that day. He started the conversation after noticing her admiring for far too long a single painting out of the bunch. Harry couldn't understand what she found so alluring and his curiosity got the best of him. They sat for hours on an uncomfortable bench talking about their lives as if they weren't complete strangers, but acquaintances.

Falling begins getting played by the band: an organic smile spreads across his face, product of remembering the first time that he played the album to her — in the privacy of his home.

That day she sat on the couch with her legs crossed just after preparing herself a hot cup of tea. She wore one of his colorful jumpers and an old pair of grey pajama pants that were too big for her small frame. He would never forget the way, her eyes swelled up in tears when the last song was played.

He’s been quiet all night and everyone has noticed. He hadn’t been his usual careless self throughout the rehearsal nor he had danced around to the music. The truth is that he hasn’t stopped thinking about her. He has been gone for far too long and it is starting to take a toll on his mental health. He misses the way she always manages to put him to sleep by just running her fingers through his hair. He misses how she always goes to bed wearing socks, yet wakes up barefoot. He misses the random conversations in bed when she can’t remember how to sleep and how she always wakes him up to a cup of tea and a minty, fresh, morning kiss.

His eyes are tightly closed with both ringed hands wrapped around the mic. His throat veins pop out as he hits the perfect note in the chorus. He knows he can’t do much about the obscure heaviness he currently feels in his heart. Nothing could ever fill the void that he feels in her absence. The only thing he is sure about is that he will never again leave her behind. He regrets the day he agreed on her staying because of work.

The melancholy song comes to an end earning quite loud cheers and howls from the crowd. He opens his eyes after taking in the last bit of his emotions. The crowd had felt his pain. They have known for a considerable amount of time, the woman that makes Harry’s knees go weak. One afternoon a reporter had taken a picture of her getting picked up at work by Harry. The next morning, her face was splatter everywhere. He was irate. He didn’t want to keep her hidden, but he wanted to reveal the relationship at their own time and terms. And the reporter had stolen that from them.

“What’s yeh name?” Harry asks an individual in the crowd as he approaches the edge of the stage. He knows how much fans appreciate and enjoy having some type of interaction with him. He also realizes he hasn’t been as in the moment as other times. Hence, why he is trying to make up for it.

It takes him a few times to perceive what she is saying through the ear-piercing screams.

“Are you sad?” A small smile appears, still surprised at the skill that the fans have developed to figure out his demeanor based on his tone and mannerisms.

“M’not” He replies, trying to hide the sun with a finger. No one in the crowd believes him especially with that little smile of his.

Suddenly, their attention is ripped away from him. Their eyes drift back and to the side where the curtain is situated. It takes Harry a few minutes to realize that everyone’s got their attention focused on something behind him.

Y/N stands shyly a few feet away from Mitch, fiddling with her fingers. She looks tiny from where he is — adorable actually.

He is shocked — speechless even. Harry isn’t sure if he is more astounded that she has managed up the courage to appear on stage with him or that she is finally, in the same place and in the same country as him.

Meanwhile, the crowd is going crazy. They are just as shocked as Harry. Most are happy and giddy that Harry was reunited with his girl and that she had managed to surprise him. They thought it was a particularly precious gesture from her.

Y/N gives everyone a shy smile and a wave causing everyone to go nuts. It also manages to snap Harry out of his trance.

It takes him only takes four strides to stand before her. He throws an arm over her and pulls her into a warm embrace while he holds the mic with his other hand. Harry kisses the top of her head. This is obviously not the only way he wants to greet her, but he recognizes that he is in front of a crowd with phones. He craves to kiss her but still wants to keep some grade of privacy and intimacy in his relationship.

“Shows over. Go home” He jokes for the first time in the night. “Just kidding. This is Y/N — my girlfriend” A big smile covers his face, crow’s feet visible. She hides her blushing face with her hands. “She’s a bit shy. Aren’t you lovie?” The term of endearment is enough to cause everyone’s hearts in the arena to melt. “Anyway, I don’t think I should embarrass her any longer. Say goodbye to Y/N!” Harry asks the crowd as he escorts her off the stage.

As soon as they are off stage, he doesn’t waste time in connecting their lips. “I love you” he mumbles one last time against her lips before running back on stage to finish his show.

Y/N watches him the rest of the night from the side of the stage. She is pretty proud of herself. She has managed to pull the whole thing through. Jeff had helped her planned it. He had arranged everything for her to fly out and arrive a few hours before the concert. Jeff had also managed to keep her hidden from Harry most of the night.

Y/N sits next to him with an elbow on the table and her head resting on her hand. She knows it's not polite to have her elbows on the table at dinner, but she can’t help admiring her boyfriend.

Harry sits beside her, his hips turned towards her even though he is talking to Mitch from across the table. His left hand resides on her thigh, holding her close while he uses his other to gesticulate. Even if it’s a habit of his to have the first buttons of his shirt undone, she can’t help admire his bare skin and the pearl necklace that wraps around his neck.

Harry can feel her expressive eyes on him. He can slightly see her from the corner of his eye. He attempts to ignore her gaze and continues the conversation with him. Although it becomes harder to do with every passing second.

“Stop looking at me like that” He whispers as he turns his attention momentarily to her. His grip on her thigh tightens as a warning. His tone is rough, but his cheeky smile contradicts his statement. Mitch smiles at the couple’s interaction and decides to give them a bit of privacy. Therefore, he turns to the next conversation happening beside him.

“What are you talking about? I am not doing anything” She says just in time as dessert and coffee get served. Y/N had ordered a chocolate lava cake with vanilla ice cream and a cappuccino. On the other hand, Harry had ordered a double expresso and had refused to order anything else. Even though Y/N knows that he will probably end up taking most of hers.

Harry’s hand reaches down and grips the edge of her chair, yanking it closer to him.

“Hi” He smiles as he pushes a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

“Hi” Y/N kisses the tip of his nose before turning towards her dessert.

“Lovely shirt you are wearing” Harry’s right arm wrapping around her as he leans in to kiss the skin below her ear. He can smell the faint scent of her favorite Chanel perfume.

“Thank you. It’s my boyfriend’s actually. He is just kind enough to lend it to me” She shrugs feeding herself a mouthful of hot lava cake. She is wearing one of his white linen, button-down shirts along with her own beige skirt. The shirt seems to tie the entire outfit together. Plus, it still smells like him. It made sense at the time. This is why Y/N has been especially careful not to ruin or spill anything on the designer shirt — all night long.

“Really?” Harry reaches out and with his thumb wipes the remaining chocolate off the corner of her bottom lip. “Lucky bastard,” he says, sucking the chocolate off his thumb. Y/N slices a piece of the dessert knowing what’s coming next. “Can I have some, lovie?”

She giggles proceeding to feed him a spoonful of the ridiculously sweet dessert.

“What?”

“You always manage to steal my dessert”

“S’not true!” Harry opposes even though he knows she is right. He doesn't fancy anything until she is already eating it. “okay. maybe a bit” it’s not until she gives him a look that he finally confesses with a mischievous smile.

She responds by wrapping her arms around his neck and whispering near his ear an intimate ’I love you’. Harry grips her chin, giving her the proper kiss that he has been waiting all night to share with her. He can taste the combination of the sweetness of the chocolate and the bitterness of the coffee while kissing her.

“Thank you for today. I’ll never forget this” Harry admits with his forehead pressed against hers...

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uglypastels · 3 years

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i've had a rather.. eventful/emotional day and i just need a hug. could i request a billy/reader where the gang knows something up with reader but can't get her to vent or say anything but in the end she opens up and cries to billy while he holds and comforts her or sth? ty for all you do ♡

aww I’m so sorry hun :( and i’m sorry I took so long answering

Possible spoilers for the Irregulars!!! Do not read if you haven’t watched!

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“No, you talk to her,” you could hear them whispering at the other side of the room. You pretended not to, for their sake, but you absolutely could. They were worried. All five of them. Worried as to what was wrong with you. It was nice that they worried, but the fact that they preferred to talk about you behind your back then just straight up ask you what was happening... well, it certainly did not help.

You looked up from your book, and when they noticed, the group went quiet, turning their gazes away in all different directions. Except for Billy. He looked straight at you and send you an awkward smile. He looked a bit as if in pain, but the message was sent across and appreciated.

You heard the group mumble a bit more to each other and then Billy got up. and walked over to you.

“y/n?” You looked up at his questioning tone, “would you mind uh, taking some fresh air with?”

“Christ, you need to stop talking to Leo so much.” You rolled your eyes teasingly, which he understood and smiled back. He then took your hand and helped you get up, The floorboards around you creaked at each slight move.

Following his suggestion, you went outside to get some “fresh air”. Not that that was a bit option in the middle of the city. Either way, you walked around the streets, side by side, until you reached a little park. It was getting later in the afternoon, so there weren’t a lot of people around.

You had been walking in silence until you found a spot of grass to sit on and enjoy the view of the river flowing past.

“So,” Billy plucked at a few blades of grass, “we’ve all been kind of wondering if everything’s alright?”

You fell back to lie on the ground, looking up at the grey sky, “yeah, I’m fine,” you visibly lied, and Billy picked up on it immediately.

“C’mon, y/n, there’s no need to be like that. Not with me.”

“What do you mean?” Still, you remained persistent and naive.

“Shitting out complete bollocks, you can just tell me if something’s wrong. We’ve all been struggling with the things that have been happening. Jessie hasn’t slept properly in like... forever. I’m pretty sure Spike hasn’t eaten since we made him go to 221B. Leo is... well, Leo. We’re all kinds of fucked up.”

“It’s not that.” If your problems were suited to the horrors you had experienced recently, it all might have been a bit easier. Billy didn’t reply so you looked over at him. A part of you had wanted to ask what his thing was. Why he was fucked up? But it didn’t sit right with you to do so now.

Then you felt his hand reach yours. It was just your fingertips touching. The smallest of brushes, really. But it still shot that spark up through your arm, and you quickly looked away again.

“So what is it?” you could still feel his eyes on you so you kept yours on the river.

“I...” you took your time answering, still not sure whether or not to tell him the reason why you had been in such a foul mood lately. “I don’t know. It’s dumb. I don’t even know why you care so much.”

“Because I care about you,” he didn’t miss a beat answering, but then added on: “We all care about you.” It was always that last line.

“Fine,” you started to break down little by little, piece by piece, “I guess... I guess I just feel alone sometimes. You all... Jessie and Spike are always together, there isn’t a moment where Leo and Bea aren’t all over each other... and you’ve got that girl down at the docks right?” By this point in your confession, your cheeks felt so hot you were sure Billy could feel the heat radiating off you from where he was sitting. You were ready to start hearing his cute laugh, but it didn’t come.

“There is no girl at the docks, y/n,” he stated.

“What? But you told Bea- you had that date?” were you remembering it wrong? Were you embarrassing yourself even more now?

“I lied, cause I knew you were listening. I uhm, I saw you talking to that guy the other day and I just thought-”

“You were jealous so you made up yourself a girlfriend?”

“No! No.” He was quick to defend himself, “Just a date.”

“Would you have kissed on that date?” You nudged him on to tell you more about this imaginary “not girlfriend”.

“Sod off.”

“C’mon Billy, did you kiss her?” You sat up and moved closer to interrogate him, though you weren’t a very good job at the intimidating part since you couldn’t manage to keep a straight face. “Well?”

“Why do you care?” He chuckled, seeing your blank reaction, “or are you jealous?”

“Me? Never!”

“You totally are! Of an imaginary girlfriend- new low y/n.” He started laughing, but so did you.

“So you admit! She was your imaginary girlfriend!” you erupted into a proper fit of giggles, but Billy didn’t bother to rebuttal or to correct. He was just happy to see you smiling again.

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silverkoushi · 3 years

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haikyuu!! headcanons

⇢ scenario: how you’d spend the holidays with them!! | read pt.2 here! ⇢ feat. : suga, hinata, & kageyama (karasuno) x gn!reader ⇢ wc & warnings: 1.7k, none ʕ·ᴥ·ʔ this is me trying to psych myself up for the holidays aha... thinkin of doing more if i get the inspo and make it in time ><

sugawara koushi ୨୧ ˻˳˯ₑ*॰¨̮ the holiday spirit with him is unsurprisingly soft and domestic!! he’s the kind of guy that loves to uphold traditional celebrations like the holidays, your birthdays, new years— things like that because it’s important for him to create memories that you can look back on many years later. you bet the holiday decorations will be up mid-november, so once you see him struggling to hang multi-colored lights along the exterior of your house, you have no choice but to laugh at him at first but eventually help him out!! his cheerfulness and child-like excitement nearing the holidays becomes contagious so the two of you start matching everything: penguin sweaters, (ugly but comfortable) red/green pajamas, mugs that have those cringey couple labels on them— basically, you name it, you and suga have two versions of it to wear/use!! suga would be in an extra-baking mood, too!!

if there’s a holiday party (probably at the school he’s teaching at) that you would be attending with him, suga will volunteer to be in charge of baked goodies! sugar cookies, brownies, donuts with cinnamon sugar, maybe even a raspberry choco cake roll?? the possibilities are endless with your pastry chef of a man, and ofc you make it your duty to help him out in the kitchen!! baking til 2 or 3am, sometimes just goofing off with the flour, cookie dough on the tips of your noses, and suga stealing a kiss (or a lick) here and there. all the while your favorite holiday playlist hums in the background of your colorfully lit home, pictures of the two of you hanging around a tree, santa hats bouncing up and down atop your heads the way you dance everywhere, his arms snug around your waist. while you wait for the last batch of cookies in the oven, suga has already prepared his original hot cocoa for the two of you, making sure he adds extra mini marshmallows in your elf mug tonight— you sit by the couch overlooking the decorated frenzy of your surroundings. and you know you made the right choice spending it with him. :) when the actual party happens, o god the kids love you!! calls you his partner for lifey!! sth cute like that and u don’t know if suga taught them that or they just made it up lol either way, you’re so very excited to see how the love of ur life interacts with his students as, you guessed it, he’s so so good with them!! they run up to him, bouncing up and down just to get a bite of his baked goodies and while he’s handing them out, he also gives them a handwritten card. for each n every one of them!! when did he do that?? you question to yourself, but when he seesn you giving him an incredulous look, he just sheepishly smiles and says, “when you fell asleep on the couch last night, i wrote them last minute.” o,, that’s why when you woke up, u don’t even remember lying down in the bed but you surmise suga had carried you all the way there too :’)

they sing a lot of holiday songs, play those party games like trip to jerusalem or once the music stops, you have to stop dancing or you’re out type of game and just overall lots of fun filled moments and you feel thankful for witnessing such a pure, innocent sight right around the holidays!! ofc once it’s all done and he bids them goodbye with a hug, a hi five or a pat on the head, suga doesn’t forget about you and puts up a mini mistletoe by the door when everyone had left. he has that teasing smirk on his face and you’d do more than just kiss him bec of it but uh, you’re still in the classroom so you give in with a chaste yet sweet kiss on his lips. he returns it a little deeper, but you push his chest off playfully, and boop! him on the nose. “later, sir,” you reprimand lightly, yet cheeks blushing at your interaction with him in his workplace. he shows that toothy grin, and intertwines ur fingers together as u walk to your car and finally spend more time together again <333 his most favorite part of this season!!

hinata shouyo ୨୧ ˻˳˯ₑ*॰¨̮ be prepared for a very hyper and energetic holiday week with this guy!! imagine you two are still in college, he has a break from playing professional volleyball to spend these times with his family. and he chooses to spend most of those days with you!! he is actually very excited to bring you home to meet his mom and (not-so) little sister, and it’s very nerve-wracking knowing that it’s an important holiday for them to be together as a family— and then you’re just gonna crash it like that??? BUT sho doesn’t see it that way! he already sees you as a person he’ll definitely experience even more holidays the next year, and the one after that, but in order to ease up the anxiety that has been building up in your system, he tells you of his extravagant plans for the two of you before going back to his parents’ house!! think amusement parks in the winter, ice skating in frozen lakes, walking on boardwalks with two styrofoam cups of hot choco for him, and a peppermint mocha for you!!

o, and if there’s some downtime with your adventure, he’ll drag you outside where the snow is ankle deep, tells you to take a picture of him in the cold, earmuffs hugging the sides of his temple so warmly that you find so adorable. you’re about to pull your phone out until you feel cold, wet, melting ice smacked onto your cheek!! “SHO, WHAT THE HECK—” you don’t even have time to protest because WHACK, one more snowball, but he missed and it got to your jacket this time. luckily, your phone was still okay but your boyfriend definitely won’t be once you find him as he had started running, your voice calling out to his name in the breezy wind. so that whole afternoon, you were seen having a ridiculous snowball fight around campus (you guys stayed in the dorms until you were ready to leave), laughing when you threw one directly at his open, cackling mouth. shouyo started choking on the snowball, but you were still wiping tears from your eyes at the hilarity of the situation. “STOTPF IM LITERALYLYL DYUINGGG” “don’t be ridiculous” “JDFSKFDJH” and that’s when you actually run towards him, patting his back rather forcefully because oh god what if you did make him choke and his family won’t have a son coming home this time around?!

while you worry in your head, shouyo had already tackled you to the ground, snow engulfing your bodies together. “let’s take a picture here, this is the perfect spot!” he’d chuckle, peppering you with winter kisses, sending shivers down your arms not just because they were cold but also wow, you’re so lucky to be with a guy like him during this season. suddenly, you anticipate meeting his family :)

kageyama tobio

୨୧ ˻˳˯ₑ*॰¨̮ you know what you’re very excited for that kags isn’t? his birthday falls on the week of christmas, and any other normal person would just think, “ah, i can just combine his gifts into one!” but for you that’s a big no-no. and kageyama knows it, and he’s flustered and shy because everyone in his life up until the point he’s met you had always just given him a 1 for 2 type of gift. not that he minded, that’s all he’s ever known in his life so when you promised him a big birthday bash and a special holiday gift, he’s scared for what’s to come,,, although, you know he’s not big on surprises or bigger gatherings, but you wanted to see his reaction as to how you planned it all out! in reality, you just wanted to spend precious time with your bf on his bday and an early christmas before he leaves to go visit his family :(

after tiring hours of vball practice and finals (he’s gotten better at studying, don’t underestimate this guy!) he sleeps in on the day of his birthday, not even realizing the night prior he’s turning a year older that day!! you creep up to his dorm with the spare key he has given you, place the milk and berries cake you ordered yesterday on his desk, and surreptitiously clasp the paper birthday hat on his sleeping head. the guy doesn’t even stir!! stifling your laughter, you pull out your phone and snap a picture of him and you together, your lips puckering to kiss his cheek and— you forgot to turn your phone into silent mode! apparently the click was loud enough for his eyes to flutter open, and when he realizes you’re next to him he feels a sense of relief, but at the same time the rubber around his face became bothersome… only when you start singing happy birthday did it dawn on him… and he can’t get mad, it’s you, how can he??

you eat a piece of the milk n berries creme cake on his bed, talking about the day you’re gonna spend with him.. and you ask what he wants to do bec it’s his special day!! this gets him blushing since he thought you had this elaborate party with lots of people come, and now he feels guilty and grateful as to how thoughtful you’re being for him… he asks if he can sneak in a practice session for vball for at least an hour and you agree, guessing that would’ve come up sooner or later. anyway, aside from that his birthday was spent strolling around the town center near campus, snow underneath your boots and snowflakes showering your hair,,, he places his beanie on yours so it doesn’t get messed up and you thank him with a nose kiss… rudolph, is that you??

you take him to shops so you can buy matching sweaters <3 and he OBLIGES, seeing the gleeful expression in your eyes and smile, how can he resist the beauty radiating off you today? this is the best birthday gift he can ask for. you end the day by grabbing some milk tea, spending the rest of the night getting cozy under blankets, and watching cheesy romcoms to which kags just shields his eyes away… the embarrassment!! >< you end up sleeping in his arms, the ending credits with christmas music playing in the background. the next day, you both wear your holiday outfits (he has polar bear and yours is a panda!!) and take lots of pictures bec you know you’ll miss him when he goes back home :(( he immediately makes one of the selfies u took as his lockscreen: the two of you squish yourselves in between the snowman you both created. your face is lit up with utmost happiness, and kags is just looking at you with a loving grin to his smile as well. :)

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kyouxa · 4 years

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Diabolik lovers Lunatic Parade: General END

This is the ending you get for losing the minigame in any characters route in Lunatic Parade!♡

Place: Bernstein Castle — Treasure house

Yui: (In the end, the Earl of Walter instantly disappeared without showing his appearance…)

(But I’m happy that we were able to regain my heart without any problems)

(However, this also seems to be the end of the parade. Just thinking of that already makes me feel sad…)

Carla: … Hey, you.

Yui: Ah… y-yes!

Carla: How long are you insisting on standing in front of this door, come in here already.

Yui: But… is that really okay? Entering the Earls treasuries without having his permission…

(There still are various treasures, and we should also consider that everyone is gathered in here)

(I never even imagined that it would be possible to be brought to this place…)

(Everyone also really likes looking around these treasures, but they should seriously back off a little)

Carla: Hmph… there is no need to be worried. He appears to be absent from his castle to begin with.

Ayato: That guy is probably going around abusing his powers.

That means we also can do whatever we want to!

Yui: Ayato-kun…

Ayato: Talking about that, Breastless. You should try to put that on.

Yui: Eh?!

(Is this a swimsuit made out of only red jewels… ?!)

Kou: Ehh! No way, how could that look good? Ayato-kun has absolutely no sense of fashion at all!

Ayato: Hah?! What did you say?!

Kou: I think these earrings made out of pearls look way better anyway!

Hey, doesn’t Carla-kun think so too?

Ayato: Nah, this one’s absolute trash! Don’t you get that? Ah?

Carla: …..

*Carla uses his powers*

Ayato & Kou: — Agh?!

Yui: (He erased what they just held in their hands with his magic… !)

Carla: Do not ask for my opinion on the poor taste of Vampires.

*Carla walks away*

Yui: Ah, Carla-san… !

Ruki: ...It disappeared in such a short time. Tsukinami Carla, this can’t be… !

Reiji: Kch… such a high historical value vanished with no substitute left behind… !

Kou: Eh? Was that kind of thing really that great?

Ayato: No need to cry over that. It’s probably available at the normal stores around here though.

Reiji: Someone with your lack of knowledge should certainly not say something like that…

Ruki: Exactly. All of these implements in this treasure house can’t be priced in any way possible…

Yui: (This treasure house is seriously amazing…)

Kou: Ah! That means that we can find even more amazing treasures!

Getting a tiara or a necklace would be perfect for M Neko-chan!

Ayato: Hehe, what are you saying? It’s already been decided that the more exposing clothes look best on her.

*they start searching*

Ruki: Hey! Don’t do any more selfish actions.

Reiji: You guys! Please wait!

*Reiji and Ruki follow*

Yui: (Ruki-kun and Reiji-san both looked very angry, I just hope they will be fine…)

Kanato: — Please stop screwing with me!! What is this here?!

Yui: — Eh?!

(Was that Kanato-kun’s voice? I think I’ve hear it coming from the back…)

(Let’s go and check it ourself)

*Yui comes closer*

Yuma: Ah, you came here right in time.

Shu: Haa… maybe you can manage to somehow calm him down.

Yui: What’s the matter with Kanato-kun… ?

Yuma: Ah. For some reason that guy wanted to get his hands on these damn old candies, but he couldn’t because they are crushed now.

Yui: (They must have been old... you probably couldn’t have eaten them anymore anyway)

Kanato: You are such a coward, Yuma. Now you even start to unnecessary involve her…

Yuma: Therefore! It wasn’t me who did it, neet over there was the one crushin’ them.

Shu: That’s why I already told you that I don’t know what happened...

Yuma: When you laid there and turned over you crushed ’em. I saw it with my own eyes!

*Shu smiles*

Shu: ... I can’t remember that.

Yuma: Hah?! What the… !

Kanato: Shut up! It doesn’t matter who the culprit is, I don’t care about that!

Anyhow, just return it back to me! Even though… even though I was the one who found them… !

Yui: Please calm down, Kanato-kun

Uhm… okay, look! We might be able to find the same sweets again around here.

So let’s find them together, okay?

Shu: Troublesome. If you’re going to look for it, you should do it on your own.

*Shu leaves*

Yuma: Yea, fine with me. Imma rely on you.

*Yuma leaves*

Yui: Ah, but…

Kanato: …..

Yui: (Before Kanato-kun gets angry again, it would be better to look after it…)

Alright, I’ll go and look for it.

*Yui starts searching*

Yui: (Even if I said that, where should I even start looking in this such a large treasure trove…)

*Yui bumps into sth*

Yui: — Nn, ouch…

(Uhh… I accidentally hit something and it fell down)

Shin: Kuku, what are you doing?

Azusa: Eve… are you okay?

Yui: Shin-kun, Azusa-kun…

Laito: Bitch-chan♪ I’m also here, you know?

Yui: What’s wrong? It’s unusual for you to be gathered together.

Laito: Nfu. What’s wrong you ask, we were just messing around with that coffin over there.

Yui: Huh, this… ?

Azusa: Yes… Subaru-san seems to be laying in this precious coffin…

Shin: That guy was a little sulky before he hid himself in that coffin, so I started surprising him with hits.

Because it seemed fun, everyone shortly started meddling in.

Yui: I-Is that so…

Laito: Wanna watch? Look, it’s like this~...

*Laito hits the coffin*

Laito: Su-ba-ru-kun. Please come out!

*Azusa hits the coffin*

Azusa: Subaru-san... are you alive?

Yui: (T-This seems to be hard to come out of…)

Shin: Haa… your powers might be too weak. Guess I have to go with all I’ve got… like this — hah!

*Shin hits the coffin*

Subaru: — Shut up!

Azusa: Oh… Subaru-san.

Subaru: ...What is it?! I tried to find comfort in the coffin, but all of you got in my way…

Nn… you. When did you come to this spot...

Yui: Ah, um… there are just various…

Laito: So what? How was it, sleeping in the coffin?

Subaru: It was the worst I’ve ever experienced.

Yui: I-I see…

*footsteps approach*

Reiji: …Good grief, it is so noisy. Can you not keep it a little quieter here?

Subaru: Tch… what was that?

Yui: Ah, Reiji-san… and everyone…

Kanato: I came to pick you up, because you took so long. What exactly were you doing?

Shin: Oh? Nii-san, what are you holding in your hand… ?

Carla: Oh, this?

Yui: (I wonder what that is? It’s a very small box…)

Ruki: It’s a very rare piece of furniture, but apparently it can only be opened by women.

Ayato: That’s when… you come into the game!

Yui: Eh, me… ?

Yuma: Heh, that sounds damn interestin’.

Kou: Right? Hey, Hey! Open it up!

Shu: Haa...What do we do if there is an actual explosion in there?

Yui: I-It could be an explosion… ?!

Shin: Kuku… if it was, wouldn’t it make things interesting?

Carla: Hey, woman. How long are you intending on waiting?

Yui: Nn… right! I’ll open it right away then…

Yui: —Ah, this is…

(Glittering particles of light are pouring down into the treasures house…?!)

Shin: Ah, it isn’t an explosion.

Subaru: ...As expected, I don’t think he left any dangerous things here.

Azusa: It’s really lovely, right...

Reiji: Yes. The parade of the venue may have reached its finale by now as well.

Ruki: It certainly would have been customary to send a lantern flying into the sky.

Kanato: Heh… but I assume that such a scenery is not too bad either, don’t you think?

Kou: Yep! It’s so beautiful to watch… !

Yuma: Honestly… I really enjoy watching this scenery right now.

Shu: That’s right. Sometimes watching this sort of moments aren’t too bad.

Carla: Only this time I will agree with your opinion.

Ayato: You did well, Breastless!

Yui: Yes… thank you!

(After all I couldn’t return to the parade venue, but...)

(At the end I think spending the final with everyone like that may have been more fun than I could have ever imagined)

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ertrunkenerwassergeist · 4 years

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I send you a Thing over on Ao3 comment section on Heart of Thunder. Feel free to answer it here and delete it there afterwards! I hope you like my little idea on reversal of the selkie!au 😁💗

Delete it? Maybe. But here it is, so that people know what I’m answering to:

How about a reversal of the selkie!au? Galahd has legends of selkie. But those on the islands are like Fae. You have to be very careful to cook me out of meeting them more or less intact. So Galahkari treat them with due caution and keep the hell away.

On the other hand, in Lucis skin changers have a moderately benevolent history. Helpful, if you treat them well but break a contract or harm an innocent around them and YOU. ARE. DONE. There are many stories of a queen or two shedding feathers of a Swan (one black and one white, guess who was more beloved) to settle down with her beloved. Countless more romanticised versions among the literature - all of which the refugees from Galahd scoff at with derision. But most of Insomnia treats those like fairy tales or sth, believing it even less than the takes of the Astrals and their Messengers.

Wider Lucis is a different story. Ppl there still have the Shifters appear from time to time. Tales of ppl with slightly wilder look around them are common. They all try to exercise their hospitality and manners especially well around those individuals.

And if that annoying herd that keeps destroying crops suddenly moves away or the Thunderocs that try to nest on the antidemon lights disappear they keep it to themselves and just smile extra warmly at the stranger should he appear again. Cor is a skin changer. Not many (beyond the Retinue) are aware of that. Mors certainly was not despite using the feral child as a soldier/guard. He feels like a wolf or a bird of prey of some type.

Regis knows the lore, some of the skin changer blood flows through his veins, he understands the urges. (Hmm, maybe Ardyn's mother's ancestor had phoenix blood in their veins? Maybe Somnus was just his half brother?) and knows that Cor's instincts are much sharper. Trusts that whenever Cor deals away with a member of his court, there is something wrong. Hell, even his suspicions are usually enough to start an investigation.

(That's why Titus irks him so much. He has trouble finding evidence between being run ragged by the war, something just /itches/at him in that man's presence. Drautos on the other hand just does not believe in folk tales) And then come the Galahdians.

And Nyx Ulric.

And Cor's every instinct just screams at him to get close to the man. That he is Important. (Doesn't help that he smells nice beneath all the spices, Cor can smell the fragrance even hours after the Glaive finished Guard duty in Citadel. Regis just laughs at him and starts mercilessly teasing his friend. It's only because Cor considers him family that the King does not end up with his throat torn out.)

Unfortunately, the moment Cor gathers enough courage to actually try talking to the man, he stumbles upon a convo disparaging the Lucian naivete re. selkie and decides to stay away and pine from the distance.

Hi, I just wanted to clarify in case tumblr ate my reply to your question: you can absolutely feel free to post this on tumblr with your reply.

Have some more tiny pieces

Galahdians being a bit like the Irish, wary as hell about the fair folk but not selkie, still human.

On the other hand, Cor being able to put on feathers or fur and being *very specific* about how he goes about helping ppl (and only certain ppl) or solving problems Imagine them ranting about naive Lucians having romantic tales about selkie and having the image of bloodthirsty Eldrich sea creatures in mind. While Lucians think about their Swan queens and maybe some furry Messenger like helpful creatures (as long as you don't offend them) Complete culture shock😜

Me:

Okay, first off: This is wonderful. And I love it very much. Also for everybody’s sanity I’ll put my answer under the cut.

Let’s say the term fae is used in Lucis to describe all magical beings that aren’t humans, animals, daemons, the Astrals or their messengers. When they say “A fae must have done it”, it means something very strange is afoot that shouldn’t bee too closely looked into.

Because benevolent or not, the fae like their privacy. Old children’s tales say that you should never tell anybody you saw a fae or that one helped you. Otherwise they will play cruel tricks and after they’ve had their fun you’ll never see them again.

Lucian tales go along the lines of helpful sprites that protect homes when milk and food are set out, of the Titan’s folk (read dwarves) that first taught humans how to mine, of the lindwurm that was blessed by Bahamut and gave the person who solved his tasks secret knowledge.

But the most popular tales are the ones about shape-shifters. Animal-walkers. It is said you can recognize them at the glint in their eyes, the sharpness of their teeth, the something that is different from what a human face should be. Their stories are most popular with hunters and people outside of Insomnia.

I really love how you describe them :D

On the swan queens: Maybe the white swan could actually be a human that got cursed, and the Lucian King (then prince) broke the curse. The black swan was a shape-shifter, and only shed her feathers permanently after her man who wanted her, solved three unsolveable tasks.

Let’s say the white swan queen was considered very imperious and hysteric and inconsiderate, while the black swan queen was very beloved for her generosity and benevolence.

Which is around the time romanticised tales about shape-shifters and humans crop up like weeds. And they keep being popular into the modern times.

Now for the Galahkari.

Their word for magical beings like that is fihrie. But they are far less benevolent. For them fae/fihrie are beings that dance in the twilight when sun and moon share the sky and their music and laughter drives people mad. They are the beings that twist trees into wrong forms and trap freshly departed souls in their dead bodies. They are the ones that ride on the winds of winter and steal the unwary. It’s also said that they steal the first breath of a newborn baby because that is the most precious thing to them, and if the child survives despite that, it stands with one leg in the fihrie world.

Their stories aren’t about beings that are nice.

But then there are the selkie. Stories tell that they once belonged to the fihrie until one of them once stole not the first breath of a newborn, but the second. And that changed them into something that was just tiny bit more human and less fihrie.

So when the Galahkari come to Insomnia and see all those romanticized tales of swan queens and the lindwurm and sprites and tiny people with butterfly wings?

They think they have lost their minds. And wonder why these people are still alive. Because those Insomnian stories would insult any fihrie down to their bone. Which literally means the offending party will die a slow and gruesome death.

A theory says that the Lucians are loosing the war because the fihrie are so unbelievably furious.

Which leads to a lot of strange behaviour from the Insomnian point of view, when sigils appear everwhere along with salt lines and talismans and flower/grain/grass wreaths.

There is more than one loud discussion of how none of the Lucians seem to realize just how dangerous the Other Folk is. How you give offerings when having to walk through their territory, and while there you don’t eat or drink anything that comes from there. How you make sure a newborn’s first breath is takes as close to a fire as possible, because in their mind it is better to belong to the fires (to Ifrit) than to the Others.

And Cor stumbles into one of those discussions without anyone noticing. Let’s say Nyx isn’t there for one reason or other.

What would Cor think about this?

He would obviously know from Nyx’ aura alone that Nyx is a fae. (Just like Nyx knows Cor is not human. But Nyx keeps his distance because this is not his territory and he has not been invited to Cor’s hearth. Normally Nyx would have to make the fist move and he tried to, but this is not Galahd and things are done differently.)

Now he also knows what the Galahkari think of fae. This would make Cor’s protective instinct go into overdrive. Because Nyx is fae - obviously the only one that came from Galahd - and he’s younger then Cor. Which makes him one of Cor’s now.

And this is how not only human cultures clash, but also fae/fihrie culture.

#ffxv #fae au #not everyone knows how to draw a salt line #cor leonis #nyx ulric #ask #prompt #not sure if this would be cor/nyx #selkie!nyx #shape-shifter!cor #those are two different beings #worldbuilding #headcanons #ignisfelicis #geist writes #this has really great potential #would anyone be interested in more rmablings about this?

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charlie-minion · 3 years

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charlie-minion(.)tumblr(.)com/post/635987979304943616/could-the-same-spn-finale-make-a-little-more-sense Hey Love! Thanks for such an amazing post! It was still hard for me personally to deal with it for many reasons, but when you mentioned "yeah well we gotta work around Dean dying so let’s work around Dean dying then, stay with me" i understood why u went where u went with it. I just wanted to ask your opinion/suggest/question few things if u don't mind. 1) I can see Dean's speech (1/9)

“If we don’t keep living, then all that sacrifice is gonna be for nothing” make sense, except in psychlogy grieving and remembering people who died is not the same as not letting go. I feel this point could be GREATLY improved if we saw some memorabilia in bunker around Cas (without Dean paying much attention to them or being sad about them (2/9)

[?Miracle running to him for cuddles with mixtape in mouth and Dean freaking out about how it’s the best dog ever cuz he loves Led Zeppelin or sth, idk I’m making it up as I go with examples, dont mind me?]) and would either see that Dean is still grieving while working on letting go (not bc he can’t let go, but because grieving is a process and IT IS HEALTHY to grieve. Too many ppl are shamed for needing time to heal(!!) while it’s actually personal and normal and we know Dean doesn’t (3/9)

just insta forget (from experience), and grieving has more to do with emotionality and less with not being able to let go). OR we could be shown in some way that more time passed and he did already get to heal from grief. That would save Dean from seeming suddenly uncaring and emotionless (especially while knowing Cas is in super hell for eternity, not just ‘dead whatever it means’, and considering Dean WAS in hell and knows it’s not ‘fun and games’) towards anyone who isn’t his brother. (4/9)

I realize episode is Sam centered, but this picks huge focus on Dean by omission. 2) I feel it doesn’t matter so much whether Sam picked phone to call as that he easily decided to give up on calling while he could still stay with Dean, listen to him and continue to make the call. That death took like 7-8 minutes of the episode. The phone should be left in the car for example, it being crushed during fight is lame and cheap, but any excuse would be better than (5/9)

“Ok I guess I’ll stop calling and let u die, don’t tell me I didn’t try”. 3) That whole “I love you so much” really hit me hard when I was watching, while I fully agree with the point you made, I feel like adding “so much” was just too passionate. As you said, he needs to say it to Sam before anyone else. "I love you, my baby brother” – second part already makes it valuable and emotional. It does no business being passionate. He is dying (for a while now) adding words that don’t (6/9)

need to be there makes viewer question “Is he rly going to die? He seems to have no problem flowering his words” and to me at least felt like going from 0 (unability to say ILY) to million which just took me from the situation totally as I was questioning if I’m watching the right show/character. It’s like if Dean went to Sam in episode 1 about finding his dad, we would be informed just how relations between Dean and John looks like, and next episode they would go for burgers (7/9)

and Dean would be like “Yeah I got bored of looking for him” and show would end… 4) Also MoTW not being from journal would make world of difference. That’s a callback that rly puts the story back to years before and Dean dying finishing his father’s job seems like a joke in rly bad taste. That’s all that crossed my mind I think. What do you think about those? Sorry for a long msg. I can try to send it via phone in one piece if you would rather. I’m really interested in your opinion on it. (8/9)

I know you were trying to fix stuff with as small changes as possible in your post, but I felt those also were just small things that would mean world to fans and story. Thank you so much for giving yself to the fandom, you’re my all time favourite writer since I remember <3 (9/9)

Hey! Sorry again, I'm the anon from yday with that long question. I just felt it was worth adding: "“Dean is focusing on the task at hand. His attitude, as Ackles puts it, is, “I’m not going to think about what I’ve lost. In turn, I’m just going to focus on what I can fix.” That leads Dean down what Ackles calls a “hopeless road.”" (it’s interview about s13). Just to point out hopelessness in stopping yself from thinking of who u lost to forcefully direct yself to the future. :D

Hello, Nonnie! Sorry it took me so long to answer. The post you are referring to is this one: Could the same SPN finale make a little more sense with some additions/changes?

I didn’t write that as the kind of finale I would want. I did it to prove the finale could have been the same: pandering to general audience, w*ncest and destiel shippers alike, while still keeping some sort of logic regarding the build up of the story. It didn’t have to be so bad, but it was, and it looks intentionally bad, if I’m being honest. Maybe it was better that way, because it made it easier for us to simply ignore the existence of it.

Regarding all the points you sent in your messages to me, I’m just gonna post them all together because they seem interesting, but I don’t really want to spend more time thinking about a finale that already hurt me enough. The only two posts I’ve written about the finale were for me to cope, to kinda heal and let it go. Now I just pretend it never happened. I’m glad you had some space to vent and I’m posting your messages so others can read the whole thing and maybe let comments if they want to agree or disagree, but that’s all I can do.

Thank you for sharing your thoughts with me and the fandom as well. Everything that helps us heal is valid. *hugs*

#anon asks #spn finale #finale what finale #15x20 doesn't exist

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andcontemplation · 4 years

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I saw your pic of Winona and Helena and I was wondering if you could do a short ficlet of maybe young Joyce discussing her fling/friendzone/love with Hop with her older sister cause hell she's desperate about it

Like the sister could ask her out, give advice, tease her about it, they could talk about each other's experiences or Joyce could even ask her for advice cause she's afraid to fuck things up if it gets physical

I'm not a writer so I'm leaving all my ideas here, I'd love if you wrote this but don't worry if you're too busy or sth

Dear Anon -- I don’t normally take many fic requests because I’m such a slow writer, but this one just sprouted fully formed from my brain the moment I read your ask! It still took me a few days to get after since life got busy for me. It also turned out to be about 1400+ words so I’ve pasted below under the cut. I’ll be uploading it to Ao3 soon too when I get a chance :) I’d be happy to dedicate it to you if you feel comfortable dm-ing me your username on Ao3. Thank you for sending it along!

"Hey, you! What's wrong?"

Joyce nearly jumped out of her skin at the disembodied voice that called out from the empty bedroom -- or at least, the bedroom she thought was empty. She turned on a dime, clutching for her heart. Joyce might’ve been sixteen going on seventeen, but she was far too young for a heart attack.

"Jesus!" She gasped at the familiar figure sitting at the edge of the bed. "I didn't know you were home."

"Ma didn't tell you I was coming home for Thanksgiving?" Stella stopped unpacking the small duffle at her feet and raised an eyebrow at her sister.

Joyce sighed and leaned against the doorframe.

"Ma's not even here! She went to Chicago this morning with her new beau."

"Color me surprised," Stella deadpanned, throwing the pair of socks down on the bed in disgust. "Which one? Tom?"

Joyce shook her head.

"Randy. Tom was married."

Stella rolled her eyes and reached for another handful of clothes.

"Of course he was," she snapped. "How does she keep falling for that same old line?"

Joyce only shrugged and toed the door jamb, waiting for her sister to invite her into her room.

They hadn't seen much of each other since Stella ran off at sixteen to live with her boyfriend in Philadelphia, almost two years previous, and as the months and then the years passed by, Joyce felt more and more distant from the sister she grew up with. It was beginning to feel like eons had passed since they would spend all their days together, playing dolls and dress-up in that exact bedroom, performing plays for the neighborhood kids in the backyard or riding their bikes downtown to go try on perfume and makeup at the five and dime.

Joyce was still a little miffed at Stella for running off and leaving her behind with their mother and not taking Joyce with her when she left. It didn't seem fair that she had to stay when she was the baby -- the baby with the most responsibility -- the one who ended up making sure Ma didn't go completely off the rails, dependent on the bottle again or running off with a third husband. The resentment Joyce still carried always made her forget just how much she missed having her big sister around and how much she still needed her.

Stella looked up from her duffle bag and saw Joyce standing there, looking at her with big, red-rimmed eyes.

"Sorry Ma skipped town. I'm glad you're home," Joyce said, meaning it.

Stella's frown melted, and she dropped the clothes in a heap, patting the bed beside her.

"I am too. Now tell me what's wrong."

Joyce sighed deeply.

"Nothing. It's stupid."

"Boys?" Stella asked with a knowing grin.

Joyce sighed again, and her eyes fluttered up to the ceiling, embarrassed at the degree of stupidity she was feeling that very moment. She willed herself not to cry over him.

Stella pushed Joyce's bangs out of her eyes and off her cheeks, where they stuck to pale skin, and gave her little sister a look. But instead of imbibing confidence, it just made Joyce want to cry more.

She made a face and sucked in a breath before letting it all out.

"Karen and I saw Hop behind the bleachers with one of the cheerleaders today at lunch."

Stella's eyebrows shot up.

"Oh. Which cheerleader?"

"Chrissy Carpenter. That bottle blonde bubble-headed... bimbo!"

Joyce glared out the window and across the street at the edge of Hopper's front lawn, the only piece of his house she could see from that angle.

Stella choked back a giggle when she noticed how intensely Joyce was staring.

"Woah. That's some serious alliteration."

"Yeah, well," Joyce grumbled and shrugged. "I'm upset."

Stella went back to emptying out the rest of her bag, but not before throwing her sister a loving look.

"I can see that. But I thought you and Jimmy were just friends?"

"We are!" Joyce finally dragged her eyes off his house and pouted at Stella before trailing off. "It's just that…"

"Oh come on," Stella said and ruffled Joyce's bangs. "You know you can tell me!"

There was another eye roll from Joyce.

"I just thought that something had changed between us this year. Maybe... Oh, I don't know anymore."

Then she clammed up.

Stella walked over to the window, took out a pack of Slims, and lit one up before opening the window a crack.

"Know what? Spit it out, sis!"

Joyce couldn't look at her older, prettier, more elegant sister, sitting there smoking at the windowsill like some french model who could have any man she wanted -- wrapped around her little finger. Joyce wished she could only look so mod and in charge.

Instead, she felt pathetic for pining after the boy across the street.

"Well," she started, flopping back on the bed, finding it easier to confess without having to worry about seeing the look of judgment cross Stella's face. "He'd been acting weird since we went camping this last summer. Then I realized by the second week of September that he was over here almost every night. At first, he said he needed help with his schoolwork because he really wanted to graduate, and since we're in all the same classes, it made sense, right? But by October, he was coming over for the dumbest reasons, and then I started to think he was gonna ask me to the homecoming dance. Like, I was so sure he was gonna do it. A few times, actually. But it was like he chickened out or something."

Stella held up a hand to pause Joyce there, even though Joyce couldn't see it.

"Waitaminute. Didn't you say on our last phone call that Lonnie Byers asked you out that night?"

"Yep, and what a date that was." Joyce rolled her head to the side and looked at her sister with a scowl.

Stella smirked, tapping the end of the cigarette out over the eaves.

"I warned you about him."

"Yeah yeah, I know: 'Lonnie Byers is scum.' But I'm pretty sure we're talking about Hop here?"

"Pardonne Moi! Please... continue."

"So, he seemed a bit distant after homecoming, but he'd still come over to study sometimes, and I'd catch him staring at me. It almost looked like he wanted to kiss me or something. And one day during gym, he told me I looked pretty when I knew for a fact I was a sweaty, frizzy mess. I guess it got in my head because I started to think, well maybe I want him to kiss me. And maybe I like him too? I was gonna tell him this weekend. I had it all planned out. But then he runs off and swaps spit with Chrissy, and now here I am, crying over a dumb boy. Stupid, stupid me."

Stella put the last bit of the cigarette out and moved back to the bed, pushing Joyce's legs out of the way.

"Not stupid," she said. "Just young and in love."

Joyce sat up on her elbows, nose turned up in protest.

"Gross. I am not!"

"You are." Stella chuckled.

Joyce frowned as she slowly realized her sister was right and succumbed to her lovesick fate.

"I am, aren't I?"

"'Fraid so, my dear."

"Cripes -- this sucks!”

"Oh, don't worry." Stella smiled. "I know just the thing to fix a broken heart! Ma might not be around but we can still have fun. What’s say we stay up late, paint our nails, eat our way through an entire tub of ice cream and I can give you some pointers for when you find yourself a real man. You'll be over that silly Hopper boy in no time."

"But what if I don't want to be over him?" Joyce whined, feeling sick for even thinking it let alone admitting it out loud. He was her best friend, since before they could walk, and those feelings had remained strictly platonic but lately, she couldn't imagine being without him, let alone sharing him with anyone else. Especially bottle blonde bubble-headed bimbos.

Stella held her hand out to Joyce and helped her sit up.

"Trust me, sis. It's for the best. Boys like Jim and Lonnie will ruin you for life. You belong with someone sweet and kind, who won't rush you before you're ready…"

Joyce scoffed.

"Boys like that don't exist!"

"Sure, they do!" Stella nodded. Then she had an idea. "Say -- isn't there a Sadie Hawkins soon?"

"Yeah, the Snowball," Joyce said, cluing in, trying not to look too excited. "You think I should ask Hop?"

"No!" Stella sighed. "I'm saying you should ask a nice boy to go with you."

"A what?"

"Think of the nicest, and well... let’s say the nerdiest guy in your class, and ask him to the Snowball. Not Lonnie or Hop! No more bad boys who play ping-pong with your heart."

"No, no way!" Joyce shook her head and dove headfirst into the pillows. "I am not asking Bob the Brain!"

Stella threw her hands up in the air.

"Fine, be miserable and alone forever then. See if I care!"

"Fine!" Joyce shouted, muffled by the pillows before dissolving into a fit of giggles as her sister beat her over the head with another frilly embroidered pillow.

"I'm glad you're home," Joyce said when she caught her breath.

"Me too, sis," Stella said. "Me too."

#anon #asks #fanfiction #jopper #joyce byers #jim hopper #teen!jopper #highschool jopper #winona ryder #helena bonham carter

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hello good sir (sir being a gender neutral term), i'd like to send some p r o m p t s. so i haven't played ucn in a LONG time, but some ideas off the top of my head: toy freddy (would be funny), funtime foxy (cause they're a bitch), n. fredbear and maybe nightmare (cause they're twisted versions of his b e l o v e d fredbear), and maybe foxy+bonnie (cause it's a bitch). just some ideas! also, being a man of culture, i'd like to request some tortu- jk, jk (i'd say sth funny but character limit).

(I will fight you for this ask. I will come to you home and pick you up and fling your body into space and into literal Among Us. My brain was going a mile a minute trying to gather enough coins to get rid of Funtime Foxy, and keep on top of EVERYTHING ELSE- And yet I was still surprised when I finally got jumpscared. Welp, I couldn’t have predicted it, so it’s kinda fun being able to write this now. Also yes, warning for mild torment! I’m just not good at writing it- Oh, also, here’s the AO3 link to the thing: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27687695/chapters/67764007 You can read the whole thing there and I update it there as I do here. You can request over there to, but that’s beside the point)

Be on top of his games. Watch his shows. Check in, but only at the right times. Henry grinded his teeth. It was almost like he had a son again- dear god, this truly was hell, wasn’t it? For a moment he had thought the Helpy robot was joking as he elaborated on what the damn plastic piece of shit’s mechanic was- No. No cursing. He shook his head. That was being petty for no reason. He had a mechanic- and it was a stupid one- but that was better than nothing. It was better than being told “you will die” without being able to do anything about it. For a moment he frowned, a though manifesting itself in the back of his mind. … if he would know there was no way to escape the pain, he would grow numb to it. So whoever or whatever set this up seemed to have a keen interest in- The clock chimed, it was time to play. Instantly he pulled up the monitor. He had been gifted the leeway of being allowed to eradicate one of them- and dear god, he would not say no, not if it was the only chance to give a little bit of payback. He checked on Toy Freddy- a good contender to be murdered- and clicked the door of the- vacuum cleaner- dear god, this would make his brain rot- then he moved on to more sensible things, like checking on Foxy, who was thankfully out, then moving over to gathering coins. Laughter from the door. “Mister Miller… look at you. You seem stressed.” “Why yes, I am quite tense.” Without looking up he closed the doors, opening them up right away. “I have to admit to my distain of the character selection that currently is coming after me. They make no sense, you see?” Another, similarly as deep voice sounded, albeit with a brighter tint to it- “… oh, don’t be ashamed of that, Mr. Miller. They have more distain for you than you do for them.” Once more, doors closed, doors open. He didn’t even need to look. “I can assume that, yes, but that is hardly my issue, is it now? My issue is their reality bending and tedious habits.” For this round he would be stuck on the cameras, wouldn’t he? Once more he flipped over to Foxy, gathering coins and being quietly thankful for the fact that he and Bonnie had not switched places yet. He had to get this done in the first time-warped hour and if he didn’t- he wasn’t sure when exactly the clock would move over and he didn’t want to find out. The nightmare duo was chuckling, so he shortly put the monitor down to look inside of Nightmare Fredbear’s red eyes. “… what are you supposed to be?” “You have never truly understood your own creation, did you…? If it lives… it changes…” “The only nightmare I ever created were the suits and-“ He turned to the other side, spotting the more pinkish eyes shining from that frame. “… you. Are you not supposed to be me?” “I think you can answer that yourself.” Shaking his head, Henry dismissed both of them, closing the doors and opening the camera feed, checking once more on Foxy, helping out Toy Freddy and finally snatching up the last few coins he needed- instantly he moved over to the price corner, ordering one of the silver coins- His eyes darted to the clock- Oh god, only a few more moments before the timer skipped- The pink hellfox was peering out of its cove, grinning widely- a grin that instantly was replaced by an agonized and hateful scream as Henry used the coin, allowing himself for a moment to watch the machine literally being disintegrated into clear silver dust. From the side, Nightmare Fredbear chuckled. “… how cruel.” “This is a dog-eat-dog world. You should not try to inflict onto others what you are not willing to go through yourself.” “Oh? Are you ready for what is coming for you then?” Abruptly Henry started laughing, as he once more checked on Foxy, then moved to Toy Freddy. “What? What is coming for me? Being brought back to Fredbear’s, except this time I am immortal, have inhuman strength and can start honing my ability to move whatever I desire with my mind? What a terrible fate you are threatening me with, Nightmare! I am appalled! How dare you gift me with everything I have ever wanted!” One last time he switched back to Foxy, then deactivated the monitors, assuming it was best to be on Foxy’s camera right away, so when he pulled the camera back up- His eyes fell on the little figure of Bonnie that was now on the table. For the love of god, how could he have been that stupid!? Looking up at Nightmare Fredbear’s red eyes, he saw a bit of bemusement in it- that and a deep, underlaying level of pure disgust. “… will you ever learn, Mr. Miller? Will you ever realize that the resistance you have been met with was not from nowhere? Will you learn that you cursed them?” “NONSENSE.” Henry HISSED. “I considered you smart. I was wrong. The only reason the children were struggling against me because I could not yet accommodate them well enough- propaganda against me and my mission was spread. William seemed to have been just fine with his joke of a family that he had gotten himself in a flight of passing fancy. What made him different?!” There was only silence from the outside, as Henry glanced once more at the figure. Still Bonnie and it wouldn’t change. Muttering more so to himself than to the Fredbear, he stressed his point. “Nature has turned on me for taking what I desired, much like the ocean, the skies and the land has turned against humanity at every opportunity. Even in the different religious texts, humanity and to steal and take with violence what it needed to become what it was meant to be. One god banished the species in fear of them becoming immortal, much like the being itself- another wanted to deny us fire as petty retaliation, because fire brings creation- and it had to be taken back by theft.” Not quite, but close enough. He didn’t want to recount the stories. “… if you want to grow, you have to feed, and if you feed, you destroy. And so, destruction brings new creation. We feed off the old gods and create new rules. Nature does not like to be controlled and abused- all it wishes is to slowly burn itself out. Until nothing is left. But we humans preserve- we are a species who is so defenseless, yet have made it this far, by preserving knowledge, by learning early, early and as much as we can- eventually however it will come to a standstill. You can only learn so much with the time given. Until said time become infinite. Some ills of humanity can only be cured by allowing humans to permanently remain and learn. For that we need immortality.” There still was only silence and he sighed- He had wasted too much time. The Bonnie figure was still there, but he might as well get it over with, he wouldn’t get around him disabling the cameras. Quickly he closed the door to the left side where he knew Nightmare Fredbear was waiting, pulling up the cameras, to Bonnie’s aggressive scream- But before he could really boot the thing up, a giant black paw came from above grabbing the little tablet, cracking it. The Amalgamation was towering over him, black fur and metal broken up by the silver shine of its teeth. Baffled for a few seconds, Henry looked at him. “I… did not hear you.” “The others are not your problem anymore, are they now?” With its vile grin it picked Henry up by the head, an incredibly painful experience, playfully throwing him against the wall with full force- a crack was sounded and as Henry tried to stumble back on his feet, he quickly realized he couldn’t- something was damaged, so badly that the pain was too much- His head was still sharp though, the white pain barely being fended off by his mind trying to figure out how this creature could be HERE- It had been HIM, it was HIM, what would make him want to- Blood was dripping from out his mouth, tasting disgustingly mechanical- “… you… you are supposed to be ME-“ Smiling the monstrous bear-esque beast picked him up, causing another wave of incoherent, glowing pain to wash through Henry, his whole chest being just enough to fill the Amalgamation’s hand. “I was you. We have seen all your thoughts, all your ideas, we have shaped, and we have remembered. You are me. And we crave violence, Mister Miller. Your words were pretty to hear, but we do not believe them. We know what we are- a monster who thinks of itself too highly, an animal unable to resist the siren call of violence and blood. Our creation has not made us better than all the monsters we feared becoming. There is only one difference between us… … I am not ashamed of my needs anymore.” With that he started pulling on Henry’s arm, pulling as the delirious man convulsed under him- Ready to take a bite out of it. “But I do love creation too… and I cannot wait to see what we will turn you into. The brain is moldable, Henry. It does fantastical things under pain and pressure…” His other claw was digging into the human’s head. The other was pulling the now separated arm to his maw, biting down with a sickening, wet crunch. Happily he sighed. The few seconds of Henry’s awareness that were left only wondered quietly if his parts being consumed would mean he would never get them back- The Amalgamation seemed to hear the thought, grinning at him with its now stained teeth. “I will vomit you back… to relieve your horror…” … with that Henry faded.

#henry miller #Henry in hell #oh also if you wonder that last thing is the real quote #not relive it IS relieve and it's so weird

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