#imma just tag some countries

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Today on things I have realised have been american-ised in Hilda that I didn't notice before: The walk signal.

Idk if I would've fully realised before going to the states on holiday but america does these bad boys way differently

Firstly, I've never heard anyone call them a walk signal. Pedestrian crossing or zebra crossing, or just "Green man".

Secondly: The signal's are different

Usually its a guy standing or even a bike coloured red, and when you can go? It's a green man walking - Hence, green man. Idk how common the bike is off the top of my head but its not always there

This is typically what they look like. The pole with the button you press has the green man, and sometimes there's also a traffic light (upper photo) with the green/red man.

Sometimes they look like this, but typically it looks like the photos above

It's not important or anything, but I think it's interesting how many little things are different, like them calling jumpers "sweaters" or the side Johanna drives being swapped. Small changes from the original british comic that add up to be a little odd to see at first, but are pretty darn nifty to notice and talk about. I don't know if I would've fully clocked it as american/canadian before I went there and experienced the different signals in person

I just think its Neat

(also these photos are taken from google images. Before anyone thinks they can dox me. Its very dark outside I couldn't take a photo of these if I tried)

#ramble post #randy rambles #hilda #hilda netflix #fun facts #the heck do i tag this #walk signals #pedestrian crossing #hilda the series #just some fun rambles with randy #randy rambles too much #ok have fun imma go watch youtube again #this isnt like hate or anything btw!!! i love noticing these differences in countries #its things people wouldnt realise are different and then boom #being in america was almost like being in a parallel universe #everything was like slightly off #i could rant about their trollys #their trollys. you cant freaking. the back two wheels dont move as much #so its a pain in the butt to move side to side #thats besides the point but anyway there are a lot of nifty differences and i freaking love learning them

[dentixvoxel]

i looked at eurovision twitter for a moment and never again

#ivan.docx #eurovision #some people are really salty ukraine won #and demand that spain shouldve won like????? #imma b real spain songs sucked imo. its really forgettable #meanwhile ukraine's song is memorable #same with moldovas song. and serbia #like. for me the UK and sweden just felt forgettable #like ill just forget about their songs #as i already have AKBDKSHDJD #edit i just reread my tags and they make no sense hang on #what i meant is that the three countries after ukraine all had forgettable songs

[seulszn]

Weren’t you that same person that’s started beef with seattleellie and elsweetheart? At the moment your such a fan and such a attention seeker all because your blog isn’t doing good like theirs, who gives a fuck about how you feel about things going on in this fandom your not some for that can just go around and say “oh I don’t like this so imma snap my fingers and change the outcome” the world doesn't evolve around you. I'm so tired of you black people get so sensitive over nothing it's not that serious grow up. And about that Palestine thing grow up boycotting isn't gonna do anything to “free them” you and everyone who is doing stupid childish shit called a week boycott is stupid you tend to us write stop that boycotting shit if your gonna do that then get off this app and leave the tag alone we want to to write.

Weren't y'all the same people that tried to silence me after I got r@pe and death threats and sat here and called me a attention seeker all because I was speaking on something that was important to the community? Weren't y'all the same people that sent death threats to innocent black writers because we told y'all how we don't like how y'all ain't inclusive? Weren't y'all the same ones trying to defend the “childlike reader” or that “innocent reader” or whatever the fuck y'all call that preverted shit? I'm not a attention seeker or a fan I could care less about those people bringing up old drama to try and bash me is funny and who cares if my blog isn't doing well I don't need followers or recognition to know if my work is doing good or not (yet like some people) in happy with my 100+ followers and I'm not gonna sit up here and play following Olympics with anybody. And I have the freedom to speak my mind on anything I don't like in a certain community but people need to stop being so ignorant and actually take into ignition that this fandom is so fucking shitty at the moment and your right the world doesn't evolve around me I never said that it did I'm not a stuck up bitch. And pooka your racism is showing “you black peope” baby their would be no world with out “you black people” we are the blueprint and no matter how much that makes you fume out the mouth it's just a honest truth. And we aren't sensitive speaking out about things that are wrong isn't being sensitive. If you support Isreal 🤢 just say that but I'm a Palestine supporting country always was and always will be you need to grow up instead of arguing with me about that and boycotting does do things your just to ignorant to see. And writer aren't your slaves we don't need to write just because you want us to that's actually a pretty cruel thing to say we don't get paid to write we are writing because we enjoy it it's something we like so if you have any genuine problem with us boycotting then that's on you

#bellaxellie #☆— mj speaks #ellie williams #the last of us #abby anderson #ellie william x reader #abby anderson x reader #tlou2 #ellie tlou #ellie tlou2 #ellie x black!reader #black tumblr #free palestine

[lover-of-mine]

Tease Tidbit Tuesday

I was tagged by @wikiangela and @giddyupbuck thank you 🫶🩷

It's been Tuesday for me for exactly 39 minutes but it is Tuesday so let's go kspakapakao. I've been annoying about the parts I've been choosing to post as snippets but you know, fuck it, have a portion of one of the waves of Buck's actual breakdown in the breakdown fic. (I don't have my computer this week and I've been typing away on my phone so this is coming to you with no grammar check sorry kapakaoak also I can't get all the links through the app but if you go to this snippet here every other snippet is linked, you can also check the buck breakdown fic tag on my blog but I ramble a lot in it lol)

Maybe it's crazy. Delusional. Naive. A silly little fantasy that existed in his mind since he was old enough to realize he was growing up in a house where something was missing, since he was old enough to always feel like there was something missing. The idea that whatever he was looking for was somewhere out there But Eddie settles that feeling. Makes him feel like he doesn't need to search the whole damn continent for something he couldn't even name. So maybe Eddie was the thing he kept trying to find. Maybe some higher force looked at them both and pulled the strings and played the cards. Led them to a parking lot and exploded ambulances to give Buck the one person he feels like he could never chase away. Because Eddie always stayed. Through explosions and natural disasters, through Buck's impulsivity, insecurities, bad decisions and all the rest. Through boring days, good days, bad days and worse days. And it's not like he ever expected Eddie to be what fixes him. He just feels like he's not broken beyond repair when he's around. Like there's hope for him after all. Because sometimes he wants to stop fighting. Wants to let everything that happened to him pull him under and never come back up for air. Wants to crack under the weight of parents who resented him for failing to save the son they really wanted, of the brother he never got to meet, of growing up chasing whatever attention he could get to make up for an empty house haunted by a ghost he didn't know was there, of the sleepless nights driving around the country wondering if he would ever feel like he can stop running, of being left behind by everyone he loves, of almost losing the kid he loves more than he thought was possible until he did. Under the weight of red snow, a truck exploding, blood clots, a giant wave, a lightning strike, a whole bridge collapsing under his feet. Under the weight of 45 feet of mud, of the taste of blood on his tongue, of the wood of a door cracking under his shoulder. Because it feels like too much every time he tries to look at any of it too closely.

Imma tag @alyxmastershipper @housewifebuck @bucks118 @disasterbuckdiaz @cowboy-buck if they feel like sharing something today 🩷🩷

#tease tidbit tuesday #writing #buck breakdown fic #911 wip #buddie wip #did you guys know i love this fic akpakapakapaka #its been hard to spend this much time on bucks head #BUT GOD I LOVE IT HERE #i hope i can make justice to the idea in my head #anyway have this

[gaym0m]

Okay so l'm really sad cause this girl I have been kinda seeing (and like a lot) is moving states today so imma write that but as Ellie and Beth :) no maggot mommy sorry guys 😭

I'll probably do fluff later.

Warnings: angst, cuss words. Kissing? Gonna do 2nd person cause head hurts. R knows guitar in Beth's part. And just owns some in Ellie’s part.

Beth

Knowing Beth since before she started to learn about music and guitars was a joyful ride.

It was even better when you knew how to play the guitar.

Living just a few blocks from eachother's apartment buildings, meant the two of you would meet almost very day

Ellie wasn’t too sure about this at first but you grew on her (and kept her sister out of trouble while she worked which was really good for her)

But it really wasn’t meant to last

Cause if it was I tagged this wrong (I didn’t im sorry)

As soon as Beth was 18 and Ellie had enough money saved, they planned to move. Not only had Ellie found an amazing husband (this is actually a Jay haters group. But I guessss I have to say he’s nice at first), she had her tattoo business up and running.

Ellie had to go to LA for a bigger market

And Beth had to follow, already applying to multiple music schools and being accepted into most of not all

You? Even if you wanted to follow them (god you wanted to follow them so much it make you physically ill) you simply couldn’t.

You loved Beth so so much, how could you not? Her humor, her taste in literally everything, her voice. . . Truly the list goes on.

But you had been accepted to a school across country, full ride (this means tuition and living paid for those not in America 😔✊) and far from home

It was supposed to be a good thing.

You were all achieving your dreams

So why did it feel like you couldn’t breath?

Why did your chest ache and long for something you’d long since given up?

Because love sucks. (Which is why we all obsess over fictional characters)

The day came so much sooner than you were ready.

All three of you shared a teary good bye, but once Ellie had entered the car, Beth’s arms wrapped tightly around you.

Her face sinking into your neck (as it had a thousand times before after a fight with her mom or her mom vs her sister)

It was a quiet plead for comfort.

Comfort that after that day you wouldn’t be able to provide her.

Her tears soaked your shirt and your tears in hers.

No words were spoken, it wasn’t really necessary when you two knew each-other so well.

Too soon, you had to pull away. Tear stained cheeks flushed red, and green eyes looked dull while locking with yours.

Without much of a second thought, you both leaned in.

Finally Sharing the kiss you both (unknowingly) had been longing for.

It wasn’t how you wanted it, and it wasn’t Beth’s happy ending either

But it was a last hurrah, as your two stories broke off into different paths.

It was as comforting as it was painful, with ideas of what could have been.

Ellie

Ellie had always been a sweetheart, despite her mother’s neglect and her forced motherhood towards Beth.

That was something you admired about her from the moment you meet.

Being the same age as her and with little to no real responsibility except to school, you leant her a hand with Beth.

You parents weren’t rich, but they were certainly workaholics and comfortable.

Which meant while you couldn’t just move them into your house, you could certainly drive them around in your car.

Or buy them groceries when Ellie was running low on money.

It still made you laugh at the memory of her swearing up and down that she would pay you back or return the favor while Beth stood behind her quietly mocking her and sending you a playful wink (one which you’d always return with a smirk)

Ellie adored how well you got along with her sister, and just how much you were willing to go out of your way for them.

Even gifting Beth one of your older guitars for her birthday (you can’t remember who was smiling the widest, little Beth with her guitar feeling like a rockstar or Ellie, watching her sister with the warmest blue eyes you’ve ever seen in your life)

Looking back, that’s when you first fell hard for her. Very eyes so warm and welcoming yet so full of love, pain and everything else.

Like two vacuums dragging you in until you couldn’t breath.

In a good way

One of your favorite memories was convincing Ellie to give you a tattoo after watching her practice on fake skin.

She wouldn’t stop saying no until you compromised, if it looked awful when it healed, she owed you a cover up.

Spoiler alert, it definitely wasn’t great.

She did give you that cover up though

And it looked amazing

Almost matching with her beautiful vine design.

But maybe you waited to long

Or you read it all wrong

Because it was a random Tuesday when she dropped the bomb

She meet a guy. . . And she really liked him.

At first it felt like nothing, a stupid fling at best in your mind.

But one date turned to two then three then weeks of dating followed by months.

Yet your stupidly held on to hope.

Years passed, Jay was still in the picture and while you tried to stay sane you could feel yourself quickly deteriorating.

Beth was quick to notice, always offering a sorry smile when you two locked eyes while Ellie and Jay shared a loving moment.

Yet another year passed, one you spent overworked in order to push the tattoo artist out of your head.

A year which Jay spent pulling Ellie deeper and deeper.

The day you found out about their engagement sent you in a quiet spiral.

Just minutes from home, in a bar with shots lined up waiting for you to finish the last four.

Beth found you first, helping you up and home.

She knew she shouldn’t have told you, after all you clearly were struggling.

But she figured now was better than later.

“Ellie and Jay are moving to LA, and I was hired as a guitar technician with a bad going on tour in a month. .”

Talk about two birds one stone.

Your heart shattered further

Tears forming into your eyes and spilling down your cheeks until you had no more tears to give.

You knew better than to even imagine having a chance now.

Beth tried her best to be there for you, but she was also busy with packing and coming to terms with separating from her sister (and mother figure)

Meanwhile you distracted yourself. Pulling even more shifts at work, packing and shipping all your stuff out to NYC.

With no real tears left to cry, teary eyes and long tight hugs were exchanged between you and Ellie.

Her lips pressed to your cheek before she promised to keep in touch.

Then just like that she was gone

And suddenly you had more tears to cry

You had more pain

But you also had acceptance

And a new road ahead, and away from those you loved for so long.

Ahh sorry for the angst, I am depresso buttt i promise fluff tonight or tomorrow. For now send me ask if you’d like lol.

#ellie evil dead rise #beth bixler #beth evil dead rise #beth evil dead rise x reader #ellie bixler #Ellie evil dead rise x reader

[leclerced]

before i head to bed—i absolutely agree. i think with max heavily involved for the rbr!driver au, lestappen would fit and then for the ferrari driver!au it strictly just charles. also a name would work perfectly to tell the difference! I sorta like Bones as a name (chosen name) but name is up for discussion! but me thinks having such an unique name would help, also because Bones sounds so like deathly and like somebody you'd associate with goth/emo group but then this happy wild card driver is bouncing around talking anybody's ear off is HYSTERICAL to me.

Also LESTAPPEN RIVALRY YES PLEAAAASE.

(imma stick with Bones for the time being as the name): Like Bones genuinely is confused when Max is so upset and pissy that she got with charles because yeah they hate each other but bones is like ‘?? we’re not fucking?? why are you so pissed???’ But Bones being a little shit i would die for. Bones just happily lets him take a picture and send it to charles and is actually excited to see the outcome because hello, two of the most popular drivers are like fighting over her. she’s allowed a bit of an inflated ego with that. she’s so happy-go-lucky, sunshine, always sweet & caring (unless charles but even still) to the public so nobody in a million years would expect her to be a little shit and sorts fueling a fire like this. especially when charles texts her asking what the fuck are those hickies on her thighs and demanding answers from max because ‘thought you guys weren’t fucking?? what changed??’ and probably making it his mission to not only get back at max but make sure bones remembers who they fucked first

and hell, to really add fuel, she’d probably wear a skirt with knee highs that are just a bit too big on her so she’s gotta have garter belts on to keep them up but part of the hickies are showing and she’s just “lalala” and maybe some people are bold enough to ask but she shrugs it off like “nothing! don’t worry bout silly clumsy me!” but she knows max and charles knows exactly what they are.

this fire is rapidly spreading between the two and bones just somehow in the middle but also on the sidelines roasting marshmallows straight vibing because they’re secretly a little shit who likes chaos and like maybe i’ve already thought of bones history which involves a really shitty ex and this is the first time they’ve felt wanted by anybody, let alone two guys like max and charles soooo.

if you’ll allow, i can ramble bout bones history tomorrow >:) also when i get around to forcing myself to update my blog (the thought tires me out LMAO) and really flesh this out, would you be down to be tagged in the post since we’ve been rambling nonstop bout it? 👀👀-🐈‍⬛

omg hi sorry i didnt answer this last night i finished baking at 11 pm n passed out 🥺

im not a big fan of the nickname bones bc i have watched the show bones a million times and it makes me think of decaying bodies so .. tbh its a turn off.

u can tell me ur idea ab her histroy but i have an idea ab it too but its opposite kinda ! i kinda want her to be someone who never committed to anyone, she fully committed to racing and never dated because media already spoke so much about her love life. idk what other countries are like but i can totally imagine her being american and it’s prom season so all her friends back home are getting asked to the dance, going dress shopping, and she’s on the other side of the world in a racing championship. interviewers keep asking her if she’s sad about missing out on prom and all crossing the stage for her high school graduation, and she’s just like “well considering i’m currently first in a fight for the f3 championship, i’d certainly rather be here fighting for this trophy than a prom queen sash.” very independent and always shoots down questions about her love life and is like “i don’t hear you asking anyone else that, why are you asking me?” or completely ignoring them until someone’s like “hey they asked you a question.” she just shrugs and says, “i’ve already said i’m not going to answer questions about my personal life. ask me about the race, or the car.”

maybe was fwb with a driver from another team in the past or even a past teammate so it’s kind of a comfortable dynamic to fall into with charles and max. she loves the chaos. she def loved pitting them against each other before the whole hickey fiasco, but when she fucks max and he leaves those hickeys on her thighs, it only gets worse. i can imagine if they’re in the same hotel charles could come banging on max’s door.

#ask #🐈‍⬛ anon #also yes tag me!

[dxncingwithastrxnger]

1. it’s been a secret for the longest time

A/N: Hey, guys!!! I've been working on this story for about a week or so, I'm so excited to finally be posting it!!! A couple of weeks ago, I became absolutely obsessed with the song inspiration for this and eventually my brain started applying it to Trilance and I'd say the result is absolutely beautiful. This is actually Chapter 1 out of at least 2 (though I might continue with more than that if people really want me to). Originally this was going to be much longer, it was actually going to include a whole smut scene which would've almost doubled the word count at least, maybe even fully doubled it, but my laptop needs to charge and I need to go to sleep, lmao. So you guys get part one now and part two sometime tomorrow!! Imma have to go back through and do some proofreading later on, but for the most part, it should be good to go!!! Happy reading!!!

Pairing(s): Tristan x Lancelot

Summary: For months now, Tristan and Lancelot have played a game of secret flirting, lustful longing, and maybe even something a bit more. But now that a certain date has finally been set, they're running out of time to decide what they want and Tristan decides he's going to finally make a move to advance things forward.

Tags: Aged up characters (somewhere around 21-24), alcohol, sexual tension, slight Guinevere bashing (💀💀), cheating/infidelity sorta (depends on how you look at it, I guess? But people have tried to come at me for not tagging cheating in the past, so, lmao)

Song Inspiration: Shameless By Camila Cabello (Highly recommend, btw)

Word Count: 4,883

Not beta'd, all mistakes are my own.

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[Series Masterlist]

[Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] [Chapter 5] [Chapter 6] [Chapter 7] [Chapter 8] [Chapter 9]

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[Author Masterlist]

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Lancelot holds his breath as he waits. It's time. This is when he always shows up. Well, when they always show up, but he could care less about her. It's only him that he's concerned about. And there he is. Right on time. He watches from across the crowded club as two people come in through the front entrance. The flashing lights of the paparazzi that have followed them here were barely noticeable thanks to the heavy door blocking the club from the outside world quickly closing behind them.

A pinkette and a silverette make their way through the dancefloor slowly, stopping and talking to people, going by the bar to get their first round of drinks. Both of them are the closest thing to royalty you can get in their country, and in this club that means they are royalty as far as anyone is concerned. And they definitely live up to the title. A prince and a soon-to-be princess.

They're both beautiful. Stunning, even. They're shining stars, a picture perfect couple. The ultimate couple goals. Their life is perfect and nothing could be better. Everyone wants someone to love them like those two love each other. All anyone wants in life is to find someone who treats them as well as the prince treats the princess. That's all according to the world-wide media, anyways. But again, Lance doesn't care about anyone but the prince.

Finally, after a few minutes, they make their way over to where Lancelot is. Because of course. If they're the prince and princess, then he's a nobleman, his father being the royal advisor to the King himself, after all, if he were to continue his kingdom metaphors. He could even go so far as to say he was a family friend, though he's personally never spent much time with any of them.

"Lancelot, hello!" The princess addresses him kindly. "How have you been?"

He meets her eyes reluctantly. Not because he's afraid or intimidated by her, quite the opposite, in fact. There's just better places for him to look at right now. "I've been well, and you, your majesties?" He tacks on his little nickname for them with a playful grin.

She flushes slightly, but just shakes her head at him with a roll of her eyes while the prince beside her lets out a deep chuckle that absolutely lights Lance up inside. "We've been very well, isn't that right, my love?" The prince looks from Lance to the woman beside him as he speaks.

"Oh, yes, so much has happened recently. We must catch you up once we've finished making our round of greetings." The princess looked to be positively bursting with excitement. She then looks to the rest of his booth with curiosity and confusion, seeming to just now notice the lack of a brunette beside him. "Both of you. Where's your princess, Lance?" She questions, a mischievous spark in her eyes as she teases him with his own nickname for her.

Oh gods, don't let her hear you call her that. She would never let any of us live it down and then we'd have some real problems. He thinks with a mental sigh of exasperation. "She had a business call to attend to, I'm sure she'll be back by the time you two are." He states politely.

They both nod. "We'll be off then, see you in a few." Is called back at him as they turn and walk away. He shakes his head and turns back to the table, downing the rest of his drink in order to keep himself from staring at the Prince's backside as he walks away. He sets his glass back down and tilts his head back, closing his eyes and sighing as he sags in his seat.

The prince and princess. Tristan Liones and Isolde Connors. Son of Meliodas Taizman and daughter of Chester Connors. Chester is someone who started out as nothing more than average middle-class and managed to work his way up the ladder and into the livelihood of the rich after finding a way to create a new piece of technology that allows people to rediscover long lost memories.

Meliodas is the Mayor of the city of Liones, the capitol of our country and the biggest and most populated place in all of Britannia. He's married to the previous Mayor's daughter, so some like to say that he didn't rightfully earn his place as leader of the people, but the truth is, he had already started making a name for himself before he'd even met his current wife, through his connection with the Sin Committee.

They were a group of activists who came from out of town. They're an interesting mix of people. Each of them have their own individual cause that they wanted to focus on the most, so they'd be in charge of that topic, situation, idea, etc. But whenever there was a protest or a meeting or a vote, all the other members would gather to help out. There was 7 of them, so they each chose one of the seven deadly sins to use as a code name, which is also where their official group name came from. They gathered for all kinds of stuff. Protests, uprisings, voting polls, they made speeches and outed assholes who tried to make themselves look good. And they didn't just do it in Liones, they did it all over Britannia. Danafall, Edinburgh, Benwick. They were changemakers and they were damn good at it.

They were planning on eventually traveling out of Liones and continuing on, but then Meliodas met the mayor's daughter, Elizabeth Liones. And he decided to stay so that he could be with her, settle down and actually grow out some roots somewhere. And the rest of his group followed suit, each one finding some reason or another to stay here and build an official life for themselves. Eventually Meliodas and Elizabeth got married and not long after, Meliodas ran for Mayor as Elizabeth's father stepped down.

So, the prince. Yeah, Lance thinks it's a pretty fitting name, considering the whole damn city is named after his family. That choice of nickname definitely doesn't have anything to do with the fact that if told to, he would immediately fall to the man's feet and do whatever else was asked of him without hesitation. It definitely doesn't have to do with the fact that for months, the only constant thought in his mind is what Tristan's skin might feel like and how his lips might taste. And it definitely doesn't have anything to do with the fact that Lance has never wanted any man, any person, more than he's wanted Tristan Liones. Definitely not.

"What's up with you? Tired already?" A voice breaks him from his thoughts as the brunette slides into the booth next to him, having finished up with her phone call.

The only thing making me tired is you, Lance thinks wryly. "No, just lost in thought, thinking over some stuff." He replies, flashing her a quick half-hearted smile. "Isolde and Tristan stopped by to say hi. Isolde says she wants to tell us about some things. They should be back anytime now." He informs her.

"Oh good, it's been awhile since we've seen them, it'll be good to catch up." She states, smiling as she loops her right arm through Lance's left one and leans her head on his shoulder. Lance suppresses a sigh and places an arm around her shoulders out of obligation more than anything else, the girl under his arm sighing contentedly and snuggling closer. He grimaces, glad she can't currently see his face. Luckily, he's saved from having to linger too much on her, as Tristan and Isolde take that moment to appear once again.

"Oh, Guinevere, you're back! Lance said you would be back before we were, but I was worried when he mentioned it being a business call." Isolde admits to the woman at his side.

"Oh, it was nothing, everything is fine now." Guinevere waves her hand in front of her with an air of nonchalance.

Lance stops focusing on the women's interaction as he finally gives in to his urge that's almost instinct by now to look at Tristan. Tristan, who currently appears to be burning holes into Guinevere's arm with his eyes, glaring directly at where her arm is looped with his. Oh. Jealousy was not something seen often on the prince, but Lance is just now realizing that it is a very good look on him. Especially when it's about Lance himself.

Tristan must've felt Lance's eyes on him because his multi-colored eyes were suddenly meeting bright red. Lance's breath hitched. He was suddenly pinned by the hot spark in those green and blue irises of his. Something had changed, had finally shifted in this long game of theirs. He knew right then that tonight would be different. He didn't know how yet, but he was excited to find out, and he made sure to hold his realization and how he felt about it into his expression, with a hint of questioning. The silver-haired prince shook his head with a quick wink, just the tiniest of movements that no one would notice unless they were specifically looking for it. 'Not right now, you'll see.' Is what he was saying. Lance gave a nod in acknowledgement, another barely there movement, and smirked. Tristan is the only reason he really even continues to come here and he never disappoints, not that Lance has ever expected him to.

"So," Tristan speaks up then, clearly having paid enough attention to the other conversation happening to know when to interrupt. "Shall we head up to the lounge? It's so much easier to talk privately up there." He suggests, looking away from Lance and between the pinkette and brunette.

"Oh, yes, that sounds like a wonderful idea." Guinevere says, already getting up with her drink in hand. Lance follows suit as Isolde chimes her own agreement and the four of them head up the club's spiral stairs, the prince and princess leading the way and Lance swears that Tristan is swaying his hips slightly. Gods, he'll be the absolute death of me, Lance groans inwardly.

They enter one of the VIP lounges, the one they enter completely empty except for the bartender at the bar in the back of the room. Lance orders a second drink as the other three go sit down and he walks over to join them soon ever. When he reaches the table that they chose, he freezes for a moment. The place that was picked to sit at was a round, single booth with two spaces to enter it. On Lance's right, he could easily sit down right next to Guinevere, just like he always does, just like he should. But next to Guinevere is Isolde and next to Isolde is Tristan with an open spot right next to him and for a split second, Lance genuinely considers turning to the left and sitting next to the prince. But he catches himself and dutifully takes the spot to the right.

As he slides into his seat and places an arm across the top of the booth behind Guinevere's head, he looks to Tristan with nothing but a deep longing, finding the same emotion reflected back at him. He swallows and turns away from him, afraid he might do something stupid if he continues looking at him in that moment.

"So, Isolde? What's all this exciting news you guys have to tell us?" Lance asks as he looks at her, an eyebrow raised as he takes a sip of his drink. He notices out of the corner of his eyes that Guinevere also turns to her as she leans into his side again. He forces himself not to shift away from her.

Isolde suddenly gives out a quiet squeal. "Okay! So," She looks at Tristan for a moment before turning back to them, Lance watching as the positions of the prince and princess mirror almost exactly Lance and Guinevere's. But he doesn't think much of it as Isolde continues talking. "Tristan and I have finally gotten a date for the wedding figured out!!" She exclaims happily, positively beaming. Guinevere gasps and shares in Isolde's excitement, the two women taking a moment to ramble together.

Tristan gives out a low chuckle and Lance turns to him again, something off about the sound that escaped him. The prince seems tense, his expression tight, and it becomes clear to the blonde that his chuckle wasn't born out of any kind of amusement, though it could easily appear that way to the two others in their party, as they were barely paying him any attention in this moment. Lance's brows furrow, a slight tilt of his head asking Tristan what his reaction was for. Yeah, so they figured out a date for the wedding already. Not ideal for Tristan, he was sure, but-

"Yes!" The fakest smile he had ever seen to date plasters itself across the prince's face. "August 28th." He states. "Of this year." And right there was the answer to Lance's question. Four months. Tristan and Isolde were getting married in four months. The public had only known them to be engaged for three.

"Ohhh, an end of summer wedding will be beautiful." Guinevere says in awe.

"Oh, won't it?" Isolde coos, her hands clasping in front of her.

"In just four months, huh? That's a lot sooner than I would've expected." Lance pipes up, his eyes not having left Tristan's at all yet.

"Yes, well, Isolde just couldn't wait any longer." Tristan states. "And apparently neither could my parents. August was supposed to be a completely unavailable month. But upon hearing that August was ideal over September or November, he completely canceled all matters of business for the month. That way we could have "the pick of the lot", he said." Tristan spat out, his words getting colder as he continued, and this time it didn't seem to be for a reason that he cared to hide.

Lance's suspicions were confirmed when Isolde spoke up next. "Oh, Tristan, cut your father some slack. I know you were excited for that trip, but your father just wants to help us in any way he can." She tells him, her voice on the verge of scolding. The tone made Lance almost scoff.

Tristan looked down at Isolde with a much softer expression than he had just a moment before and smiles at her. "You're right as always, I'm sorry. Forgive my thoughtlessness." And then the prince lays a soft kiss on the princess' lips, and the young nobleman has to look away quickly at the sight. Lance takes a long drink from his glass as he surveys the rest of the lounge outside of their booth, seeing it still empty as it was before. He's about to excuse himself for a moment, needing some air, when he's stopped from doing so.

"Isolde, do you mind if I talk to Lancelot privately for awhile? Most of the rest of your announcements have to do with the wedding more than anything else and Guinevere seems a lot more interested in those details than Lance does. Plus, I feel like I should finally get to know a bit more about the man. His father is practically my uncle and yet I feel I've barely spent any time with Lancelot himself." Tristan explains to his fiance, looking at her with casual questioning.

Isolde smiles at him, believing his explanation entirely. "Of course!" Suddenly she lights up even more. "Oh! Anne should be here soon, too! Guin, have you met Anne yet? You would absolutely love her!" Isolde gushes as she looks to the brunette.

Guinevere shakes her head. "Oh, I don't think so, but if she's a friend of yours, then I have no doubt that we'll get along." She states warmly. Isolde beams at her as Tristan exits the booth to let Isolde out and Lance follows his lead, letting Guinevere out. Isolde and Tristan share a peck on the lips and Lance turns to Guinevere to do the same, knowing she'll expect it.

"Take your time, don't rush, okay? I want you to have fun with your friends. We are here for that purpose, after all." Tristan points out to Isolde.

Isolde grins and throws her arms around him in a quick hug and for a moment, the smile on Tristan's face is back to being genuine, obvious affection on his face for the woman before him. Just not the kind that it's supposed to be. "Thank you. Have fun with your new friend, Trist." Isolde says before turning and looping her arm with Guinevere's, dragging her away as the brunette waves at Lance as she goes. Once the two of them have left the lounge and headed down the stairs to go meet up with Anne, Lance turns back to the booth, seeing Tristan already sitting once again. Lance sits back down as well, both of them choosing spots that allow them to be exactly across from each other.

They both stay silent for a few minutes, simply staring at each other, both seeming to be in quiet contemplation. Then Tristan breaks the silence first. "So, when are you and your fiancé going to make an announcement? The public doesn't even know that you two are engaged yet." He points out.

Ah, yes. His fiancé. Not by his own choice, of course. He doesn't have a single romantic notion towards her. In fact, he doesn't really have any platonic ones towards her, either. Guinevere is too arrogant for her own good and has way too big an ego, not to mention her whole I-know-everything attitude. It's all just a big turn off for him. But he's stuck with her. For now, at least. She's the person that his parents chose for him. Just like Isolde is the one that Tristan's parents chose for him. Some people have said recently that arranged marriages are way too old school and going out of style, but in reality, they're just as common now as they were 200 years ago.

"I'm not an actor like you, Prince Tristan." Lance tells him with a wry smile. "Guinevere is well aware that I'm not in love with her and she doesn't want to start up the wedding process until I do fall in love with her, because, apparently, she's absolutely certain that I will eventually."

Tristan tilts his head to the side slightly. "And how do you know that I'm acting with Isolde?" He asks, a hint of teasing in his tone.

Lance raises an eyebrow at him and he chuckles softly. "Considering you look at me in ways I've never once seen you even consider looking at her, I'd say you're more likely to be in love with me than with her."

Tristan's eyes widen as soon as the words leave his mouth and Lance's do, too, once his own words register in his mind. That right there was territory neither of had even dared go into before. There's never been any communication of feelings besides lust, passion, and curiosity. There couldn't be any romance between the two, could there? He was frozen, unsure how to recover from his own suggestion.

"Well. You certainly are observant, that's for sure." The silverette seems to have recovered faster than him, though his voice is much softer than it was before.

The topic switch definitely helps. Lance locks eyes with him, pouring every ounce of want he has for the man into his eyes without a single bit of shame or hesitation. "Yes, but you already know that, don't you?" Flashes run through his mind of all the times they've checked each other out or sent silent flirtations towards each other.

From the way Tristan bites his lip, he's thinking of the same thing. But instead of replying, he slides further into the booth, until he's in the middle of the half circle. He pats the spot right beside him. "Come over here." He orders.

Lance hesitates for a moment. Not because he doesn't want to be closer to Tristan. He knows that once he moves closer, it'll be the turning point of whatever this is between them. All of this is completely new. As he noticed before, he makes note of it again. Something is different about tonight. And he has a feeling he's about to find out exactly what it is. But he hangs back a little longer. It's like when a roller coaster reaches the top but then stops for just those extra few seconds, building up the anticipation so that you feel it just that tiniest bit more when the ride finally dips and takes the drop down. And it seems his decision was the right one.

When Lance doesn't immediately come over to him, Tristan bows his head down slightly, then looks back up at Lance through his lashes, an almost shy look on his face. "Please?" The single word comes out as half whisper, half purr and Lance suddenly feels the need to adjust himself. Fuck.

Lance slides across the booth until he's right beside the prince, only about an inch of space between their bodies. He's tense now. He doesn't know what to do with himself, where to put his hands. Eventually he decides to just place them on the table in front of him. He left his drink across the table, so he just lays his hands flat on the dark wood. Then Tristan places his hand on top of Lance's and he startles slightly, sucking in a deep breath at the contact. He can hear Tristan's breath hitch beside him and he knows that he must've felt it, too. The bolt of lightning that struck through to the very core of his being as soon as their skin connected. But Tristan continues despite it.

"Just take a second to relax, okay?" He says casually in a low voice. And then he starts moving his hand across Lance's wrist and over his arm slowly, causing Lance to do the opposite of relax. It felt like electricity was coursing throughout his entire arm, spreading out from where Tristan's hand was. He watches with wide eyes as the silverette's hand reaches the crook of his elbow and starts making it's way up.

"Relax, remember?" Is whispered into his ear as he feels the slight brush of hair against his cheek. He closes his eyes as his whole body shudders.

He tries his best to follow the instruction, urging his body to relax against the seat. Then Tristan changes the position of his hand slightly, pressing the tips of his nails against Lance's shirt and then lightly dragging them against the skin over his collarbone and Lance melts. His head falls back against the top of the cushion behind him and bites his lip as the other man's palm presses flat to the spot where his neck meets his shoulder, sliding up the side of his neck and over his collarbone, until his hand finally stops, resting gently against Lance's cheek. The electricity has followed his hands path, leaving a pleasant burn in it's wake, every part of him that's been touched feeling so warm.

He slowly opens his eyes as he sits back up, looking at Tristan. The prince has a look of pure awe on his face as he stares at him, as if something Lance just did has absolutely amazed him. Lance reaches up and threads his fingers into some of the hair at the top of the prince's head and runs them through it gently. Tristan's eyes flutter closed and he hums, a pleased sound. Once his fingers reach the tips of his long hair, he brings his hand back up and mimics what Tristan did, his hand curved around his cheek. When Tristan opens his eyes again, the blue and green in them is barely visible with how wide his pupils are blown.

"Lance." He whispers, his voice shaking slightly now. "I don't exactly know what it is going on between us. What all these feelings are and what they'll lead to. I know that I want you. I want you more than I've ever wanted anybody or anything in my entire life. But," He brings his free hand up to wrap around the wrist of the hand Lance has on his face, tracing small circles into his skin with his thumb. "I feel like it's something more than that. Like even if I finally have you, I won't be able to let you go." He admits, giving Lance that same shy look as before, but with a hint of fear in it this time. Fear of what, he wasn't sure.

Lance swallows before answering. "I think I know what you mean." Is all he whispers back. He has his own theories of what it all was, but he isn't sure he's ready to confront that just yet. Tristan runs his eyes over Lance's face a few times, like he's searching for something. Then they lock eyes once again and Lance suddenly realizes that it's not Tristan's voice that's shaky. Tristan himself is trembling. Before Lance can question him, he speaks up again.

"I don't know what it is," A fierce determination sparks in his eyes and Lance is both surprised and entranced by it. "But I want to." He says just barely above his breath. "I want to-" He cuts himself off, like he's afraid of what was about to come out of his mouth.

"What is it?" Lance asks him. "What do you want to do?" He brings his other hand up to cup Tristan's other cheek gently, looking at him pleadingly. Somewhere deep down, he knew exactly what the prince wanted, because he wanted it, too, but he needed to hear him say it first.

Tristan leans into his touch and lets out a sound close to a whimper. "I want to find out together. You and I. We could do it, you know. Because you were right. Of course you were. Isolde has never been anything more than a sister to me, a friend. I hate the idea of marrying her and everything that's meant to come with it. Tomorrow, I can break things off with her. Tell my parents that there's someone else. I don't care how mad they get at me. And then you and I, we can take this however far it goes, as long as you do the same. We can make our own choices for once instead of just always doing what everyone else wants us to." His own eyes are pleading now and the fear is even more evident. Lance realizes that the fear is of rejection. That his proposal will be brushed off and turned away from.

"And what would your choice be, Prince Tristan?" He asks, his own voice trembling.

"As of right now, my choice would be you, Sir Lancelot." Tristan says with certainty.

"What if I don't want that?" Lance asks him. Not because he's considering no. Not at all. Only because he's curious as to what the alternative is.

Tristan leans in slightly, taking his hand from Lance's wrist and reaching up to run a thumb down his temple and over his cheekbone before his hand lands on his jaw and stays there. "Then we won't continue this any further. I couldn't handle doing anything more if you don't want the same as me. But it's your choice. Kiss me right now and I'm yours. Walk away from me right now and we'll never be this close again, everything we've been doing will stop."

Lance looks at him. The answer was clear as soon as the idea left Tristan's pretty pink lips. Leave Guinevere and the stupid arranged marriage behind in order to pursue Tristan and see where the feelings between them go? It wasn't even a question. Lance gives him a grin. "Stupid of you to think that I could ever walk away from you." He tells him. And then Lance is crashing his lips against Tristan's.

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A/N: So, how is it so far??? Did you guys like it?? Cause I honestly loved writing this. I love these boys sm and this AU was really fun to come up with. You guys will get the rest tomorrow!!! Please, lemme know all your thoughts on this!!! I hope you enjoyed it!!!! Love y'all 💜💜💜

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[pennylime]

Introduction Post!!

Hello!! Welcome to my blog! I'm Penny Lime. This is my art account where I post my fanart and art of my ocs! Imma just draw whatever I want, post whatever I want, and interact with whatever I want.

Don't expect much, but if you find a method to my madness, thanks for sticking around :)

PLEASE feel free to ask me stuff!!

Also please don't be weird, im just tryna vibe. DNI if you like trump, are a proshipper, etc etc. Thanks, it'll save us both some time.

Basic Info:

18 || They/She || Unlabeled Asexual || Fanart & OCs

Tools of the Trade: Clip Studio Paint Ex (for drawing and animating) + Gaomon PD2200 (tablet)

Fun Facts! Cuz why not? :

I am a person who stutters

I have trichotillomania

I have a twin

I do cross country and track (indoor & outdoor)

I want to go into fashion for college! (Now let's see if I can learn how to sew)

Commission info and other social medias

Commission status: open

Find me elsewhere on: Instagram and YouTube (links in carrd above)

My Tags:

pennylimeart - for my art

pennylimerambles - for text posts

Active Interests:

Bungou Stray Dogs

World Trigger

Moomins

Varian and the Seven Kingdoms / TTS

Ghost Eyes

Other/Dormant Interests (it's long, strap in):

Assassination Classroom

Kuroshitsuji

Countdown to Countdown

Spiderverse

Avatar the Last Airbender

Danganronpa

Soul Eater

Demon Slayer

The Owl House

Devil's Candy

Steven Universe

Sk8 the Infinity

Jibaku Shounen Hanako-Kun

Promare

Made in Abyss

Hunter x Hunter

Epic: The Musical

Nerdy Prudes Must Die

Camp Camp

Grey is...

Vanitas no Carte

Murder Drones

The Amazing Digital Circus

All Saints Street

Hazbin Hotel & Helluva Boss

Newsies

A ton of freaking webtoons including but not limited to:

Lalin's Curse, The Last Dimension, City of Blank, Castle Swimmer, Your Wings and Mine, The Prince of Southland, Cherry Crush, The Blind Prince, Uriah, Odd Girl Out, unOrdinary, Realta, MiCoVerse, Lumine, Watermelon, Silent Screams, Humor Me, Jupiter-Men, DeathSitter

#long post #introduction post #pinned intro #new pinned #intro #introduction #blog intro #artists on tumblr #artist intro #digital artist

[dark9896]

Flufftober 2023

Day 31: Late Night Phone Call [x Zapp]

As much as Zapp didn't want to admit it, he missed you. It wasn't fair that you had business trips without him being able to tag along. It wasn't like he couldn't find someone else to occupy his time, but he didn't want someone else.

He wanted you.

But he knew that as long as he pouted, nothing would ever come of this. Zapp had to do something if he really wanted to be with you... or at least hear your voice. Maybe a video chat, he really wanted to see you after all.

But it was probably really late for you, or you were still in some kind of meeting. Despite wanting to call you, Zapp didn't want to risk you losing your job. He knew how much it meant to you, and as much of a jerk as he usually is...

Zapp couldn't deny how much he cared about you. Actually wanting someone else's happiness was so weird for him.

Hey sexy when's a good time to call I miss you

Shooting a text couldn't hut, right? That's what it's for after all.

Why don't you use punctuation?

I dunno answer the question tho

I'm almost to the hotel. Another ten minutes and I'll be able to talk without anyone else eavesdropping k?

Hell yeah why don't you just call me then sexy I'll be waiting

You sighed and rolled your eyes. Even though you were used to Zapp's lack of punctuation and general neediness, it could get on your nerves from time to time. This was one of those times where it only half got on your nerves. If only because you had to decipher what he was trying to say after a brain-frying meeting.

But this was something you could look forward to.

Throwing caution to the wind, you dialed Zapp's number as soon as you entered the room. Knowing that you'd have to change and cook and that you needed a shower while you were on the phone. And knowing that Zapp likely wouldn't want you to hang up just to shower; he was a stubborn man, things would likely get very heated by that point.

"Hey sexy." You weren't kept waiting, "Sup? How's the sh^t going over there?"

Chuckling through your nose, "Everything's fine for now. Just got one last meeting tomorrow and I'll be headed back to Hellsalem's Lot by the weekend."

"F^%k yeah, that's what I like to hear." Zapp couldn't help himself, laying in bed while talking, "How many people have been eyeing you over hotness? Do I need to show up and tell them you're mine?"

"No Zapp. No random cross-country trips for you." You shook your head, "I haven't been keeping up with if people look at me and no one's said anything even remotely suggestive to me so there's no need for you to get involved."

"If you say so sexy. But you best believe Imma be all over you the second you get back."

"Oh really?" You decided to prolong the inevitable by cooking first, "You honestly think that'll work?"

"Oh I know it'll work." Zapp sat up, his competitive nature activated, "Cause I ain't letting up until you're begging for more."

"You always say that though. What'll make this time any different?"

"This time Imma have a secret weapon. And I won't hesitate to use it."

"Is that so? We'll have to see if it works in your favor then hon." You teased, "Cause I dunno if you got the guts to pull it off."

You had to hold your phone out, giggling as Zapp ranted. He was more than determined enough to try and persuade you. Even now, he was making arguments for why you should come back home and let him show you what he'll do.

And you were so glad you waited until you were alone for this conversation...

#bbb #kkss #kekkai sensen #blood blockade battlefront #zapp renfro #flufftober 2023

[korbi-the]

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Hi, hello, I'm Korbi :D

Imma 25yr something asexual nonbinary person who has been existing within a country of Croatia their whole life.

I love having free time, and within it, I draw, doodle, play games, hypothesize with my lady, roleplay, listen to some tunes and perhaps read a comic :)

Now that we got that out of the way, lore dump time 😎

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On this blog, if I remember to, I will post about three things:

1) Korba & Emengy

- random doodles, concepts and screenshots from the life of my girlfriend and I's OCs/avatars. Mine is Korba, a spiky haired gun-toting lothicc gal, whilst my girlfriend's character is Emengy, a cute little sorceress with eyes like full moons, and a part time goblin >:3

2) Prashna/Shemiverse

- a name for my original fantasy/modern day contemporary setting(s). Generally it will be artworks and lore dumps from a dusty, dangerous world of Prashna, and the denizens within, but there will sometimes be stuff that's outside the world, but shares the same mechanics (i.e. "energy bending").

3) Personal/vent arts

- thats just my personal feelings and beliefs, usually about my (queer) identity, my relations to the world around me, stuff like how lovely my girlfriend is, or how scary the future is gonna look like. Stuff like that.

Of course, there's gonna be offtopic stuff, maybe goofy little shitposts or fandom stuff (I rarely do fanart), and I hope to tag 'em all properly :)

Thanks for reading! More stuff incoming!

#main post #who am i #korbi #korba & emengy #prashna/shemiverse #pinned post

[drawthething]

12 and 20!

12. If you joined one of the town’s groups, which would you join?

I don't think I'd ever be cool enough for them but I'd be so eager to join the Wagstaff faculty pfffft. Watching Ambrose sassing and dissing every single human being with the most beautiful gracious words, grabbing popcorn and getting ready for the latest Frond vs Louise shenanigans, listening to Schnur's rambling about her grandson? That's like, the best way to spend your day. Imma be besties with Mr. Branca though (and finally getting to know the rest of his old country backstory?!)

20. If you were pitching a Bob’s Burgers episode, what would you pitch?

Uh oh, my brain's not built for this but imma try: another Pestos & Belchers centric episode? Eh? Eh? (Burgers War is a masterpiece no I don't do debates)

A plot: there's some huge Halloween event at the Wharf which Bob's and Jimmy Pesto's decide to do catering for. The stalls at the food spot are pretty huge on the Halloween decoration so Bob and Jimmy've gotta catch up with the game and at some point it becomes another petty competition between them (like they start getting all fixated on the who's fancier on the decoration part and not the food serving business) The "contest" got out of control with them trying to ruin each other's props (Jimmy makes Trev do the dirty works while Teddy wholeheartedly volunteers on it for Bob & Linda pffft)

B plot: Louise overhears some kid's story about some sort of haunted abandoned basement near the Wharf and decides to trick convince Tina and Gene to sneak out on work and go see it. They meet the Pestos kids, who decide to all ditch the work and tag along with them. Spooky stuff happen, some silly fun Andy & Ollie & Louise along with Tina & J-ju interactions here and there, Gene somewhat bonds with a scarecrow (which is a Halloween prop) on the way.

At the end Bob and Jimmy snap out of it but it's too late now that the event nearly ends and their food stalls look like a crime scene. The kids come back with tons of candies because the haunted basement is all a lie, it's something that kid made up so no one sneak up on his huge hidding place for some... interesting stuff (i can't think of anything specific). He bribes the whole group so they'd keep quiet about the whole thing. The adults, being tired of their discourse, just join the kids and go unwind around the Wharf (and Bob and Jimmy still yell at each other over some random petty stuff i can't think of)

#this is so hard how do writers do it? #again thanks for two asks aww :] #no i'm serious about the scarecrow thing #i imagine him naming it sassing with it dragging it around which bugs the group quite a lot #but they just roll with it cuz it's gene #bobs burgers #ask game #me and my braincell

[sleepy-achilles]

For @strangedreamlandmagazine and anyone else who wants to know

Literally anything written by Old-no7 (tumblr) or their ao3 account grimmwork, especially their III-fitted kings series i love and adore it and find myself rereading it a lot, especially when i cant sleep and are having a bad day. (Not gonna tag them as I don't want to be annoying, but yeah really check them out if you haven't before)

I shall collect links to some ao3 fics and place them down below, (aka I haven't done that yet and is about to collect them)-

Decontructing Gods by lawfulgayheel

it does have smut but I love how it goes into Shawn and takers relationship, and how Shawn suffered/dealt with taker and the cult and also how Taker suffers. Smut and suffering, my favourite.

And Betting man

Imma just say this is also amazing, it has pinning Shawn, outlaws, shawn and hunter are basically angry at each other the entire time but it's mostly angry hunter and confused Shawn. I just love it.

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The Conjuring by Valentines_C (they also post on tumblr and one shots. I'm abit bias as they are a friend and write my crazy ideas, and this isnt finished but I genuinely love the first few chapters.) @c-valentines is their tumblr, but don't tell them I told you ,';)

It's bascially a mix of the Conjuring and wwe but set in a nonwrestling au and shawn has more of a supernatural connection then taker.

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Till death. By Berry_rarely_writes

It's a song fic, which aren't my normal things but I really like the way it explores 90s hbtaker. And it has Shawn being the one with butterflies and crushing more than the other which is something I love.

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And a final two, which are smut

Cold as the grave by salamandelbrot

Its set around the time Shawn tried to hit bret with a chair but bret ducked and he hit taker. And it's just pure smut.

And

The Dark Side by DwarfPrince

It's also pure smut and based off the aftermath of the coffin match, which Shawn is just horny after being in a small tight space with the deadman.

I have some others from another fanfic website but some connections and country's don't have access to it so I don't see the point just incase none of the links even work. But I hope this helps you guys out and I hope these are new fics to some of you.

#wwe #shawn michaels #the undertaker #wwf #hbtaker #undertaker x shawn michaels #shawn x undertaker #fanfic list #fanfic #check them all out and show them some support

[calxide]

calx’s experiments #1 plans for my upcoming smaus

aye, thanks for 400+ follows! consider this as a special hehe. i will add my thoughts, opinions, concepts, ideas, and outlines in this post.

the smaus that will be discussed in this post are MIXED SIGNALS (kazuha's), CHEMISTRY (albedo's), TWO WORLDS APART (ayato's), PROFESSORS OF LOVE (zhongli's), and another kazuha smau. spoilers ahead!

✧ー MIXED SIGNALS :: ft. kaedehara kazuha x GN!reader

since this won (tbh i'd still publish it sooner than the others if it didn't lol) i continued outlining it and... unfortunately, it didn't turn out to be as light-hearted as everyone might expect it to be so i decided to make two (2) kazuha smau.

before talking about the other smau, i'd like to discuss my plans for this one. (i will be talking about the other kazuha smau at the very end)

this will be a very short smau (i think) so i decided to make a Tagalog version of this one (currently suffering, i regret this decision but it is what it is). narratives/written chapters are going to be written in full English except for the dialogues. the dialogues and texts may be different from each other, but the context and meaning will still be the same as i will not try to translate them directly.

also, don't expect to see the group chat that you saw at calx's experiments #1 main post ー i'll be posting a teaser soon (slay 💅). i won't discuss it much so,, have these tags and warnings instead lol

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✧ー CHEMISTRY :: ft. albedo x FEM!reader

TW bullying

i haven't planned much as of now because i want to finish mixed signals first before anything else. i'm still not sure about the length of this smau; it might be longer than mixed signals but shorter (debatable) than abyssal love.

idk what to discuss so have this:

y/n, the reader - you, comes from a rich family. she doesn't really do well in her academics but still manages to get good grades — which her classmates really hate. they blindly assumed that she pays the prestigious school to let her stay and give her good grades. however, albedo knows that that is not the case, therefore, he decided to help. the synopsis is subject to change.

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✧ー TWO WORLDS APART :: ft. kamisato ayato x FEM!reader

my notes for this smau is... e m p t y. well, oops, anyways. i really want to work on this smau as soon as possible but i gotta be patient ! also, are you guys good with idol!ayato x photographer!reader? still thinking about what y/n's job should be. do tell if you guys have any suggestions <3 i may not have much for now but expect a shit ton of angst

ayato is a famous idol/actor in inazuma. during his travel in their neighboring country—liyue, he saw a young woman crying. he approached her and offered her a handkerchief and— ok nvm im not gonna spoil anymore kbye

anw, i won't be making a tagalog version of this bc i'm too lazy (🤡), and, expect this to be longer than abyssal love bc there will be so much pining.

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✧ー PROFESSORS OF LOVE :: ft. zhongli x GN!reader

‎if my notes for the ayato smau is empty, well, i don't have notes for this one.. HAHAHAHA what i have in my mind rn is just a cute lighthearted story,, bc i need a break... 💪

y/n and zhongli are both famous professors for their intellect and strong passion for teaching. students would always see the two of them hanging out together, and they thought that they would make a good pair — leading to almost everyone to ship them.

venti is the #1 supporter of the yn x zhongli agenda and supports his students shenanigans when it comes to the two <3

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✧ー ENIGMA [stc] :: ft. kaedehara kazuha x FEM!reader

TW death, car accident

this was supposed to be mixed signals but it will be very angsty so i was like NOOOO ok imma just make this into another smau. THUS, the birth of this smau. ALRIGHT!!!!!! get ready for angst AND i'm giving y'all some second lead <33

y/n once live a happy life with her loving parents alongside their blooming business — but all those were gone because of a mishap that occurred one rainy night. throughout the years of finding the truth about the tragic accident, y/n found herself falling for her childhood friend, kaedehara kazuha. kazuha had always been by her side since the day her parents passed away. never did he leave her side, he was always there to support her. but... why?

AAAAA i wanna shout bc i want to do this one SO BADDDD i want to finish every smau that i'm supposed to do so i can get started with this one. i might publish this alongside Professors of Love but i think i'd be able to start this during the summer vacation (april ?) of 2023? i hope i won't be busy by then so i can do this :'))

tags sneak peek!!!!!

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@kohlapsar​​​ asked:

imma ask you the 3rd question from each section of the questions for the mun :3c

Mun Questions - Accepting    

Lmao thanks for this there’s so many and I’m very sleepy but I’m still answering lmaooo

If your mother tongue is not the language you write now, what caused you to switch languages?

Unfortunately I can only speak English. I’d have loved to learn a new language but I just didn’t the attention span when younger nor did I like being forced to learn French and Spanish at school so I refused to learn them and just do the bare minimum to pass my exams :’)

Are you happy with how your favorite canon muse was portrayed in canon?

I mean... Eh? We haven’t really got much Zhongli lore wise since his second Character story and he’s only briefly appeared in a few events. Even then not much is really revealed bar crumbs. I don’t like how fanon likes to idk... Make him seem innocent and stuff like. Mans morally grey. He doesn’t hate the Fatui nor the Tsaritsa from what I remember and I see people seem to believe he’s some beef with them. 

I also think people tend to forget who he was. We only know what Genshin feeds us and even then we learn that some stories like Rex Lapis Incognito shouldn’t be taken as truth as even some things aren’t true/exaugurated. Even then people forget he was a warrior and that and seem to idk... Act like he isn’t? And that he abandoned his country when he didn’t???? Idk he’s very complicated and in canon we only get crumbs and with them crumbs fanon likes to make him seem innocent and stuff half the time so. With what we see in the main quest I do like but I do wish he got a bit more love in some events. Same with Tag but I don’t wanna open my can of worms on him!

Who is your favorite OC?

I don’t write him here. But his names Rohan and he was originally an RK900 from Detroit Become Human. I’d like to bring him here eventually but I don’t know if I will??? Mainly cause I don’t really have good Faceclaim for him that’s like animation style. Only realism right now. If I pick one I like maybe I’ll bring him here. He’s based kinda in futuristic settings due to DBH so think like Cyperpunk and games that have that as he does have a prosthetic cybernetic arm. And he’s a lowkey corrupt Detective for the police atm. Yeah we’ll see.

Is there any fandom you regret exploring?

Yes... I do. I won’t mention any really but just there are certain fandoms I just avoid for personal reasons due to how they where in the past and because of that I like to avoid them for my own sake.

Have you ever developed a ship based on writing with a certain other character / mun?

I have in the past. Just ships I didn’t think would occur just happened or wouldn’t consider and they just happened and I always enjoyed them in the end. It’ll hopefully happen here maybe one day but then again I don’t mind if it doesn’t. Sometimes it’s fun to develop unlikely relationships with characters that you didn’t think would occur uwu

What trend would you wish to see on here?

I honestly don’t know. I’ve seen so many over the years and they’ve all be kinda fun. I think seeing like promos with a silly little tumblr/twitter shitpost quote would be nice to see. I’ve had like 2 over the years. The first was like my Marvel days so like 8+ years. The other was with The Arcana so that was like 2/3 years ago I think. Like they where always easy to do and just a bit of fun. I might do one again one day.

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