#is still visible 😄

[bewby]

#💗 #GULPS.... #this fucking jisungnfbevsj!;?3)2&/:!:!:!€ #aAUKNGNGNGGGG 🌀🌀🌀OOO YOU WANNA GIVE ME A CHANCE SO BAD OOOOO🌀🌀🌀🌀 #i saw this picture like a billion times and a half and still if you showed this to me out of nowhere i'd SCREAM LIKE A PRAIRIE DOG #his eyes here oh my fucking god he's so alluring. and the stripes. they're barely visible but. STRIPESUNG... #AND FUCKING GLOVES. DO YOU GUYS KNOW GOW I ACT WITH GLOVESUNG......€:€€:):):?: #i'm normal. i'm normal. i'm normal! #he looks like a little bitch here. and i. 😃😄😄😄😃😄😄😃😃😃😄 what CAN I SAY!!!! I DO LIKE IT

[hothothotch]

Heeey ! I have a Hotch request 😄

Context: she’s one of his first case, some young girl who hacked the Pentagone to make a point to a teacher that you don’t have to be good in class to be a genius in something. They try to arrest her but she didn’t did anything just enter their server and disconnect. But all the way into interrogation she flirts with him. They let her go and he sees her a couple years later?

I don’t know how to end this, but yeah just a thing I got in my head for a while 🥹

hey! i loved writing this one and, again, i want a part two of it, so maybe you should expect one haha. i hope you like it, anon <3

Requests are open!

1991

"I'll plead the fifth in this one..." you smirked up at Agent Hotchner, batting your eyes seductively — or as seductively as you believed you could be — as you observed him through your eyelashes, "And I'm very good at pleading, just so you know".

Aaron didn't react visibly, even though the urge to roll his eyes was definitely there. After a few minutes of interrogation (probably ten, but he wasn't sure, since you were a delight to hear — ironically speaking), Aaron had lost count of how many flirtatious comments you had thrown at him, the situation way more annoying considering that his boss, SSA Gideon, was sitting by his side, observing everything with as neutral as an expression he could have, clearly as unamused as Aaron.

"Oh, come on!" you groaned, clearly unpleased with Aaron's lack of response to your flirt, "You can laugh, right? There's nowhere on your contract saying 'FBI Agents have to be stiff and serious, even the hot ones'!".

"I don't usually laugh when interrogating someone" Aaron replied, opening up the file he had in front of him to read your name out loud, "Much less when they invade the Pentagon's system".

You tried to bit back the proud smile that showed up on your face at the acknowledgment of what you've done — you highly doubted one of those Agents would clap their hands at your achievement, and still you'd rather face them than your parents, that were probably fuming on their way to the Bureau.

If SSA Hotchner and Gideon's faces were the last things you'd see for the rest of your life (that probably wouldn't be as long as you once thought it would), you might as well fall in style.

"That was impressive, wasn't it?" you asked, your voice clearly smug as you leaned against your chair, "I'm really good at that!".

"Not that much" SSA Gideon intervened, "I can name a few hackers that can do the same".

You raised one brow in defiance, trying to mask the way his words had evidently hurt your ego, "I didn't say I'm unique, I said I'm impressive. There's a difference" you pointed in a matter-of-factly way, before turning back at Agent Hotchner, "From now on, I'm only answering your questions, pretty boy".

"It's Agent Hotchner".

You chuckled, "Okay" you nodded curtly, "Pretty Agent Hotchner boy".

That time you saw the way he reacted, his body language denouncing you was starting to frustrate him. If you didn't know it was overstepping — more than you've already overstepped — you probably would make a joke about how you could help him with his frustration, but you weren't really into going to jail over harassment.

Trying to exhaust his patience was one thing. Crossing the line between amusement and crime was something you didn't want to do.

Oh, yeah. You had hacked into the Pentagon.

"Okay, look..." you started, straightening your pose on your chair, grimacing when the metal of the cuffs (an unnecessary accessory, if you will) skimmed on your skin, a clear indicative that you'd soon have a new bruise at that spot, "I've hacked into the Pentagon, true" she directed a pointed look at Gideon, rolling her eyes, "Yes, I'm aware there are a lot of other hackers that can pull that out, but I had a point to make!".

"Which was?" Aaron questioned, his eyes still trained on you. With a quick look to his hand, you noticed he was wearing a wedding band — golden, brilliant; he was probably freshly married. You questioned if he looked at his wife in that intimidating way, or if it was reserved to people like you, or that he judged to be like you.

You took a deep breath, leaning against your chair, "I'm graduating on MIT" you started explaining, even if you knew they could find that information on your file, and that they probably already knew that, considering you'd been smart enough to hack into the Pentagon from your college's computer, but not enough to hide your tracks, "And I was unlucky enough not to get good grades at this specific subject, and my teacher made a point to humiliate me in front of everyone. So I made a point in showing her that while she's theoretically smart, I'm technically smart".

The single raise of Agent Hotchner's brow was enough to reveal what he was thinking about you after your explanation — that you were a spoiled child, that you couldn't have things any other way except for yours, that he could have you arrested solely by how bad your reasoning had been.

"Yeah, pretty Agent Hotchner boy..." you crossed your arms in front of your body, "Not everyone is born with everything on a silver plate, y'know? My attention is not as good as it was supposed to be".

Aaron switched a quick glance with Gideon, his demeanor betraying nothing as they kept their eyes locked for a few minutes, expectation suddenly building on your body along with the urge to pick at your nails, an anxious behavior you had.

"Let her go" Agent Gideon finally said, standing up from his chair, turning his back on you both to walk out of the interrogation room.

"What?" you squealed in confusion, placing the palms of your hands on top of the metallic desk you had between Agent Hotchner and you, "That's all?".

Aaron hummed in agreement, standing up to grab the cuff keys' in his pockets, his hands brushing with yours for a second, and you could swear there was a sudden electricity on that touch, causing you to push your hand away.

He looked up at you with one brow raised again, his voice a bit more humored now, "What? You want to be arrested?".

"You arrested me, pretty Agent Hotchner boy" you reminded, shaking your cuffed hands, "And while I think being cuffed is sexy, I can't wait to remove those. They're hurting my pulse".

"You should've told us, we'd lose it a bit" he shrugged, opening the lock expertly, before sitting on the desk, "You only logged into the system and turned it off. We can't arrest you for turning the computers off, so you're free to go".

You faced him for a while more, trying to find something to say, maybe a snarky remark — a joke? But nothing came to mind. So you only nodded, standing up from the chair with a smile.

"So off I go" you told him, massaging your pulses, "Guess we won't see each other again, pretty Agent Hotchner boy".

Aaron shook his head, crossing his arms, "I hope not".

"Ouch" you put your hand over your chest dramatically, "You wound me, honey. Hope you don't miss me too much".

Aaron finally allowed himself to roll his eyes, standing up from the desk to walk toward the door, "It won't be a problem".

...

2011

You were honestly — and positively — surprised when the message arrived in your inbox, the (a rather last minute) white invitation warming your heart in a way you didn't think it would.

JJ and Will were getting married.

It was a surprise not because you thought you wouldn't be invited, but because you didn't think it would happen at all; the last time you and JJ talked (only a year prior to that date), the woman had been pretty straightforward about not being ready to get married, even if Will clearly was. You were surprised to know that he supported her and it wasn't an issue, even though JJ sometimes complained about how they ended up fighting over the topic.

You were happy they finally got to an agreement. And even happier that their agreement gave her an excuse to leave her house, even for only a few hours.

"You look beautiful!" you stated once you spotted JJ on the dancefloor, bringing her for a hug when she finally recognized you.

"I can't believe you're here!" JJ held you against her body happily, and you could feel her smile on your shoulder as she rocked you from side to side, "I thought you were in Paris!".

You nodded when she pulled back, allowing you to move and embrace Will, that had a similar smile on his face, "I was. But the Pentagon called me back and I was forced to come back. Which is a loss, because I was starting to get used with the accent. And the paycheck".

Will shook his head, laughing at your last comment, "I'm sure Interpol will be missing a great Agent".

"That they will" you nodded eagerly, playfully throwing your hair over your shoulder, "I was their jewel, and now they have nothing. But I'm happy to be back home. Will be even happier when I find a good house for me, since I've sold my old house".

"Oh, that's your lucky day!" JJ commented, immediately taking your hand in hers, already guiding you through the dancefloor to a table where a few people were gathered, laughing at something one of them had said, "My friends' neighbor just passed away, and their old apartment is vacant. Maybe you can rent it".

You smiled, ready to give JJ an answer when you looked at the table again, your eyes widening at the sight of one man in the middle of the group. You froze in your place when you recognized him, your jaw slightly dropped when your eyes met, recognition clearly passing through his eyes as well.

You heard JJ saying your name, and you were fairly aware that she was introducing you to the group, though the only name you managed to hear was, "This is Aaron Hotchner, my boss, and friend".

Boss. It was curious — last time you've seen Agent Hotchner (or pretty Agent Hotchner boy, as you once called him), he was an Agent working under Jason Gideon's supervision.

Ten years had gone by, though. A lot had changed. You, to begin with.

"Oh, huh... hi!" you waved at the group, trying to pretend you had gathered any of their names, "JJ was telling me that one of you had a neighbor who had passed and may have an apartment free for me?".

Aaron — who seemed to be on a trance just as you'd been in the past few seconds — cleared his throat at your question, trying to brush away the embarrassment of how you kept looking at each other. If someone in his group noticed, though, none of them made a comment about it.

"That would be me" he stated, and you held the urge to mutter an 'of course that is', "Maybe we can talk—".

"On the dancefloor" the old man beside him suggested, nudging Aaron slightly with a mischievous smirk on his lips as he took a sip of his drink (whiskey, you deduced), "Do you like to dance?".

"Very much" you nodded, directing your response at the man who asked the question, but your eyes were focused on Aaron, "That's one of my technical skills".

If there was any doubt to Aaron that you remembered him, this doubt fade away at that exact moment — and you noticed it by the way his body language immediately changed, going from an almost nervous one to a more relaxed one.

"I guess you can show me, then" Aaron offered his hand to you, a smile appearing on his face when you immediately accepted it, guiding you back to the dancefloor, "Let's just try and not be arrested tonight, okay?".

You snorted, patting on his shoulder when the song turned into a slower one, and your eyes met one more time before you replied, "I won't make any promises".

Thank you for your request ✨

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[bonny-kookoo]

Off Duty drabble request 😄 I love reading them having fun together away from work, so maybe on OCs Birthday and Jungkook giving her presents with her getting super excited and her puppy side coming out more? They're my fav :)

It's not often that you can just be you, off duty, nothing holding you back, not even himself.

But your birthday is a special day, one he always has you both take a day off to just do whatever you personally want. Last year for example, you had a full on spa-day; from facial treatment to massages and skincare at home, you'd been pampered to high heavens as a birthday present, and you loved every second of it.

This year, you've stayed home and had some visitors over, before you ate the cake and opened the presents you got- one of them yet another squeaking toy Seokjin had bought despite Jungkook's eager words not to.

But he can tolerate it.

Well, it's not really about tolerating it. But more so about what he gets to see whenever you get stuff like this- your carefree self, laughing, smiling, running after the toy Seokjin had been throwing for you while Yoongi watches fondly.

Jungkook's heart aches at the sight. You should get to live like this all the time.

"Are you okay?" Taehyung asks from the side, having noticed him go quiet. "You seem a bit.. in your head."

"Yeah no- I'm fine." Jungkook waves off, though he knows his friend doesn't believe him at all. The younger officer instead watches you just to make sure you're alright- always a little on edge, unsure why. He just can't shed it off.

"Jin said you two had some trouble connecting at first." Taehyung says, sitting next to him. "That you wanted to switch even. Is that.. still an issue?" He wonders, but Jungkook shakes his head.

"God no.." he chuckles a bit dryly. Absolutely no way in hell will he switch- the problem nowadays is exactly on the opposite end of the spectrum. He likes you too much- making it hard to stay professional and detached at all times.

"Hm. Well, she clearly likes you a lot." Taehyung chuckles, especially when you now visibly get too exhausted to continue playing, instead bringing the squeaking bear to the table Jungkook sits at so he can put it away later.

"Done?" Jungkook asks, and you nod, breathing heavily as he automatically offers you some water, a bottle you eagerly take after he unscrews the cap for you.

He's glad that no one questions him any further for the rest of the day, because he already knows how deep in he is. Especially when you fall asleep over his lap later that night after watching your favorite movie together, his heart breaking a little when he has to wake you up so you can get ready for bed by yourself.

But this is for the best.

The stronger the line between you two, the less it'll hurt when it'll be over.

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook imagine #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook imagine #hybrid imagine #bts jungkook imagine #bts jungkook fanfic

[slippingkim]

~ bath sex with sunoo ~

*＊✿❀ nsfw ❀✿＊*

You are Sunoo are on your 3rd vacation together, this time in barcelona. You two get back from a 3 hour trip to the beach and desperately need to get all the sand and dirt off your selves. Sunoo suggests a bath knowing entirely that it wasn’t just going to be a normal cleanse.

~

“How about we quickly wash up y/n?” Sunoo says in a tender tone as you both walk in the hotel room. “Sure” you say in a shrug. Sunoo escorts you to your luxurious hotel bathroom, closing the door behind him with a spicy smirk on his face. You start stripping off the clothes that were almost glued to your body from your sweat. Sunoo gets visibly hard from seeing you slip your black panties off that he almost forgets that he’s supposed to be doing the same thing. You start heading towards the shower until he clasps onto your wrist, pulling you back towards is chest. “Wha-“ you say confused. Without a word Sunoo points to the bathtub that’s barely big enough fit you both. Sunoo starts filling it up while you start sliding in giving him an annoyed glare. Sunoo slithers in on top of you, taking both the under sides of your thighs abruptly making you two fall into missionary. You immediately get wet, now looking up at Sunoo giving him permission to do whatever he wants to you. He slips his length into your needy pussy and starts moving inside you at a tipsy pace. “F-fuck baby” he lets out followed by a pretty moan. Sunoo starts banging his hips against yours getting faster and faster. His length hitting your sweet spot every time he’s in far enough. Your moans could probably be heard 4 doors down. That’s how passionately Sunoo is fucking you right now. Now Sunoo is going faster than before “Ahng” “Hmph” “ngh” he almost screams because of the self inflicted overstimulation on his cock. You can now tell he’s been hard for you all day with the way he’s handling you right now. Water splashing and splattering all over from the shear speed Sunoo is fucking you at right now. Finally Sunoo releases inside your throbbing hole while your eyes roll all the way back in your head. You both panting heavily, knees weak and sweat dripping rapidly down your temples. “Thank you so much y/n.” “You’re welcome peach” you say still huffing from your surprise treat that Sunoo gave you.

I hate this lol 😄 but I hope yall enjoyed!!

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[holdmytesseract]

Eyes on You

Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader

Request: "* hi babe, can I request:

daryl x female reader, where she is about eight months pregnant where they are both laying on their bed, she's already tired and with some contractions.. and daryl is the sweetest man and treats her like his queen? giving her all her cravings, kisses, hugs, caresses, absolutely everything! sorry for my bad English, i'm still learning 🙂🥺

thank u my love 💓" - Requested by a nonny! 😄

Summary: Daryl doesn't leave your side, when you feel not very well at eight months pregnant.

Warnings: fluff, pregnancy things

Set in the beginning of season 9!

Word Count: 1,5k

a/n: This request is sooo cute! 🥰 Thank you, nonny! 🧡

Tagging: @in-this-minute @thefemininemystiquee @hotgirlsshareaccounts @azanoni @lokisgoodgirl @goobysgoobers @fuseburner

MASTERLIST

"'M not goin' to help at the bridge today." Daryl stated, biting the inside of his lip. "Y/N ain't feelin' that good today. Gotta be there for 'er and don't wanna leave 'er alone. 'Specially not now." The archer's best friend nodded, occupied with saddling his horse. "'Course, Daryl. Make sure she's feelin' better." Rick said, then turned to face him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "You can stay with her for as long as you need. We will manage without you. You've got way more important things goin' on here, than at the bridge." Daryl nodded. "Thanks, man." "No need to thank me. This is your wife - your family." Rick started, mounting his horse, "Now off with you." and gave the man a smile, before he gently nudged the horse's sides, riding down the street and towards the gates of Alexandria.

Daryl made his way quickly back towards his and your house, not wanting to leave you alone for long. Stepping through the main door, he immediately called out for you, while taking off his heavy boots. "Y/N?" He received no answer, so he made his way down the hallway and turned left, stepping quietly into the bedroom. When his gaze met your sleeping form, he started to smile softly. Right where I left 'er, Daryl thought. He tiptoed over to you and pulled the blanket back over your body, making sure it covered you entirely - not that you'd start to freeze. A wave of pure love and happiness rolled over him, when his hands brushed your clearly visible baby bump. Well, at eight months pregnant, there was nothing left to imagine. Daryl's smile even widened and he couldn't stop himself from resting a hand on top of your big bump. Feeling the life underneath his palm he and you created never failed to amaze him. Quite a few years ago, he had nothing but a broken home - and suddenly he had everything. All he ever needed. When he met you - right at the start of the world's downfall, it was like finding the missing puzzle piece. You made his life complete; were the most important person for him - and now you gifted him the most wonderful gift a life could offer. A child. Of course, was the man utterly anxious and nervous about this; not wanting to became a horrible father like his father was, but you reassured him; told him that he wasn't even able to become just like his old man. He was still nervous - but way less than at the beginning of your pregnancy. Although, his anxiety started to increase so slowly once again, due to the fact that you were not far away from giving birth. He would never not worry about you or about his kid.

Breathing out deeply, the archer leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss on your forehead - not to wake you, before he left the bedroom again, letting you sleep. You definitely needed the rest. Especially today. You were tired, felt worn out and had immense back pain. This, combined with Braxton Hicks contractions was no fun at all.

Daryl went into the kitchen, deciding to make you something to eat. He knew that when you woke up again, you'd be hungry for sure. The archer maybe wasn't a starred chef, but he was definitely able to make you the meal you were craving the most since last month... Porridge - or well, a simple, fast and not super fancy version of it. You called it 'Daryl's version'; Daryl called it 'simple cooking'. Heating up milk with oats until the things were boiling wasn't exactly difficult. Bless Maggie for the cow she gifted Alexandria. After the deed was done, he put the porridge in a small bowl, ready for you to eat. Just when he was about to cut a few fresh strawberries - much needed vitamins - for you to eat alongside the porridge, he heard the familiar sound of the comfortable house slippers he got for you on a run, approaching the kitchen. "Daryl?" Your frame appeared in the doorway, still looking a bit sleepy. One hand of yours was resting underneath your protruding stomach; the other was steadying your lower back. The man quickly turned to face you, a smile on his face. "Hey, sunshine. Ya awake again already?" A yawn escaped your lips, as you nodded. "Uh.Huh." Daryl bridged the short distance between you and him; came to stand in front of you. "You should go, lay down again. Ain't good fer ya to run around. Ya know what Siddiq said." He said in a gentle, caring voice, placing both his palms on the sides of your belly and placed a lingering kiss on your forehead. You smiled tiredly at the affection your husband was showing. You loved those small gestures, touches and kisses. "I know, baby, and I promise you that I am going to rest again, but I smelt you cooking something my tummy would like to eat..." Daryl couldn't help himself but to snort out a laugh at your words. "'Course you'd notice me, cookin' porridge for ya." You just shrugged your shoulders, smiling. "Pregnancy seemed to heighten my sense of smell." "Seems so, yeah... Got a better scent than a dog by now, smellin' from miles away, when someone's cookin' porridge." "Hey!" You slapped his shoulder playfully, giggling. "Wha'? It's true, innit?" The man replied with a boyish smile. "Yes, it is." You said, sighing dramatically.

"C'mon, off back to bed with ya now." He nodded towards the door. You pouted. "But my porridge..." Daryl rolled his eyes, but smiled. "Ain't goin' to run away. Lemme throw a few strawberries on top of it and then I'm goin' to bring it to ya, yeah?" Your eyes lightened up. "Breakfast in bed?" "If ya want to call it that..." You smiled and wrapped your arms around his broad frame, before interlocking your lips with his for a sweet kiss. "You're the best."

After Daryl had finally made it to send you back into bed, he finished your porridge and carried it into the bedroom, for you to eat. "There ya go, sunshine." You digged immediately into your latest craving, munching on the milk-oats mix with delight. "Mmmh." You hummed, taking another spoonful. "Thanks, baby, you're the best. Nobody makes porridge as good as you do." Daryl scoffed, "Ain't that difficult to make porridge." but smiled softly; clearly flattered by your compliment. He watched you eat, made sure you ate enough. After all, you had to feed the baby as well...

When you were finished, Daryl cleaned up everything again for you. "Anythin' else my woman needs?" You shook your head, smiling and reaching out your arms. "Just you." "Ya sure?" "Mhm. C'mere. Lay with me, please." Who was he to deny his pregnant wife this request? Daryl stripped off his angel-winged vest and laid down beside you. You immediately snuggled close to him - as close as the baby allowed it, resting your head on his chest. Daryl slung his arm around you and placed his palm on your belly, gently caressing the clothed skin. He was the happiest man on this planet right now, having everything he never thought he would have right here in his arms. "You comfortable?" You nodded against his shoulder, "Perfect." already dozing off. Being pregnant clearly took its toll on you. After all, your body worked flat out. Especially now, mere weeks before the birth.

Just when you were about to enter the dreamland once again, a sharp pain sizzled through your lower abdomen, causing you to hiss. You grimaced, hands cupping the underside of your bump. Daryl noticed it instantly, of course. His body stiffened, as worry and fear took over his system. "Y/N, what's wrong?" He turned on his side to face you; frantic blue eyes met your Y/E/C ones. You breathed through the pain - just like Siddiq told you. "'S okay, baby. Just Braxton Hicks contractions, is all." "Ya sure? Do you want me to get Siddiq?" You nodded. "Yes and no. I'm okay. Please, don't worry. " The archer was still looking at you, now shaking his head. "Impossible. Ain't no way 'm not worried. I always am. 'Specially now, knowin' you're about to give birth in a few weeks..." A soft smile graced your lips at his sweet behaviour. He was so protective and caring - you absolutely loved him for that. You placed both your hands on his chest, rubbing your palms up and down in order to reassure him. "I know, but we're fine, I promise. Kiddo just wants to prepare me for their appearance." Daryl scoffed, but started to smile. "Our kid is scarin' the shit outta me with this. Gives me almost a heart attack every damn time, letting me think you're goin' into labor..." You giggled. "Gods, I love you so much, Daryl Dixon." Another scoff. "I love ya too, sunshine - and this lil' asskicker in there as well." Your heart almost bursted out of love at his words - and you couldn't help yourself from pulling your man again in a sweet, loving kiss. The first of countless more.

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[sylenth-l]

Hi, this may be a completely nonsensical question since I know next to nothing about Destiny lore and only started looking into it once I discovered your amazing art^^ but the way I understand it so far Guardians don't age. So is baby birb Osiris simply a headcanon or is there some lore background to it?

Aah, thank you and I'm glad my art got you interested in Destiny lore, there's so much interesting stuff to dig there! 🙌✨

Baby birb Osiris is my headcanon, yes, but it's not totally groundless. Guardians (or, more widely speaking, Risen/Lightbearers) actually do age - the most notorious example is Shin Malphur, who was raised as a baby too young even to speak and then grew up normally like any other child. (It's worth mentioning, however, that the Ghost bringing him back to life wasn't his Ghost; and he, most likely, still hasn't found the one meant for him in the first place). I assume his aging slowed down significantly when he hit his peak physical form and since then he was no different from any other Risen. 

Taking this into consideration, I personally think that Risen do age, however extremely slowly and their Ghosts can slow down that process even more if they wish, basically almost stopping it. So following that theory, in my version of events Sagira got Osiris up just like any other Risen - in his prime age. The constant stress he pushed himself through gradually left him with some gray hair and wrinkles from frowning non-stop, and later he aged greatly after messing with time in the Infinite Forest too much. Sagira probably could've prevented that, but Osiris didn't care enough, since his visible age didn't seem to affect his ability to work, move and fight at all. He's in a great physical condition actually, from the looks of it.

It's a bit funny though, since Osiris may seem like the oldest Risen there, but actually Drifter is the real elderly, even though he looks quite fresh for his age 😄

#ask #destiny

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Hello lovely, it's your serial pest requestor here 😄

Super random request, should you be so inclined:

Mist, whisper and eyes with Geralt

🌻

I'm so sorry I left you waiting for about 900 years for this, babe! Here you go!

The mountains are your quiet place with him, in a world where the noise and chaos of the monsters he battles threaten to consume him, your cabin high up away from everything else is his sanctuary, and you live to see him relax within its confines.

The mist rolling down from the peaks above bathe the landscape in soft white, the snow-capped trees barely visible to the eyes, the early morning breeze fluttering through the stillness.

"Come back to bed."

His sudden whisper behind you gives you a start, Geralt encircling your waist, his arms tightening, resting his head atop yours.

"I shall, eventually," you hum, the steady rhythm of his heart beating against your shoulder even more soothing than the view from the window. "I'm just enjoying the morning."

He grunts softly, kissing your hair. "I promise you'll be enjoying it even more if you return to the bed with me."

The view will still be there when you return, you suppose.

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[caesarinsalata]

Intermission: Part 2

Including the rare occurrence of DIGITAL visual aid 😄

INTERMISSION

Part 2

A Year into Rehab

“Have you seen Ed, Al? He's due for an appointment.”

“Um, no actually…” Alphonse thought for a moment. “I haven't been able to get the time to check on him. I'm sorry, I've been busy.”

Winry shook her head. “Don't worry. I'll find him. He's probably in the Library or something. I don't expect I'll find him in his bed.”

Al gently smiled. “Let me know, when you find him, if he's okay.”

“I'm sure he's fine, Al. Don't worry too much.” She patted his shoulder before walking down the hallway to search the Palace for Edward.

Her first thought was to look in the Library. That boy wouldn't be able to stay in his room and rest. He's bound to be busying himself with research of some kind. Keeping Ed from analyzing or learning things was like pulling teeth. Hopefully he wasn't researching how to take her handy work apart. He'd just end up ruining it.

Coming to the doorway of the Library, she pushed the curtain open and looked around. Sure enough, there was someone with golden, blonde hair who had now styled it into a braid that reached his shoulders. He was leaning to one side, with his cheek resting on his hand, sitting at the table positioned in the middle of the room. He was facing away from the doorway, so he wouldn't know if anyone was coming in.

“How did I know you'd be in here…” She shifted the tool box on her shoulder and walked up behind him.

He didn't respond.

“Ed?”

She moved around him and leaned down to see that he was sound asleep. A scoff came out of her as she put her tool box down on a chair at the table. Ed softly snored as Winry looked at what he was doing. She couldn't read a lick of it, but it had diagrams of prosthetics. Arms, legs, hands, feet. So he was looking into her work. She'd consider it endearing if she didn't know he was going to use that knowledge to mess with it when she wasn't around. Glancing back at Ed, his head was going to fall off his hand if she didn't wake him up.

“Ed.” Winry thought about it, then decided to gently slide Ed's hands out from under his head. He's gonna hate her for this, but it was going to be so funny. His head smacked into the book under his elbow.

“AGH!” His head shot back, covering his forehead with his hands. “What the hell-” Blinking through the pain, he spotted her. “Winry?!”

“How was your nap?”

Still rubbing his forehead, he closed the books and shoved them aside. “Fine, until you showed up…” Shifting in his chair. “What do you want anyway?”

“Hello to you too, Ed.” Lifting the tool box onto the table and placing her hands on her hips. “You keep forgetting to show up for adjustments.”

Ed leans back in his chair and groans. “It's getting stiff. I can't go down the stairs. And I'm not asking Al to carry me.” Crossing his arms, he extends the leg out from under the table at her. It made a creak and Winry visibly winced. He attempted to bend it at the knee, but it protested angrily.

“You haven't been oiling the joints have you?” Putting her head in her hand, disappointed in his carelessness.

“I thought that was Al's job?”

“I can't trust you to do anything…”

“Wha- Hey! I've been moving and resting appropriately, just like you and Granny wanted me too. Don't I get some credit for that?”

Winry had pulled up a chair and rested his leg on her thigh while he talked at her. “Your physical therapy suffers if you don't oil it. It can mess with your stance and hurt your hip if it's stiff.” Yanking tools out of her box, she removed the outer casing of his knee first, lubricating the joint before it was damaged by continued grinding.

“Yeah, yeah…” He feigned disinterest while he watched her fiddle with the inner workings of his leg.

“So…” Winry didn't look at him, she was too busy checking the length of both legs to see if he needed it adjusted yet. “I see you've been taking an interest in my work.” Finally glancing up at him.

He blinked, confused for a second, then seemed to put the pieces together. “Oh, yeah…right…” He glanced over at the books. “I was just curious if we had any books about these, since they're so unheard of here.”

Winry couldn't help but smile. Ed said thank you and studied her interests in his own way. He was hard to read sometimes, but at others, he was plain and simple. “So you'll happily look into what I do, but you won't take care of it? Am I hearing this right?” Resealing his knee cap.

Ed clicked his tongue and pouted.

“How long have you been sitting in here?” She replaced her tools in the box, closing it after. Letting Ed take his leg from her so he could bend it in and out. Still looking at it with amazement as he wiggles the toes.

“Not sure…” Ed stood up, pushing the chair out and grabbed the stack of books he had. “I've been losing time lately. I'm not even sure it's even still daylight outside.” Turning away and looking at the spines of the books to double check where he got them from. His walking wasn't terrible after a year into therapy, but he occasionally leaned too far to one side and upset his balance enough to almost lose his footing.

Winry didn't like the sound of that. “Is that normal?”

Ed glanced back while he was pushing a book onto a shelf. “Well…not particularly,” Thinking about it a bit more. “It has been happening a lot more often lately. Al told me I've been sleeping a lot.”

“Do you know why?”

Ed just shrugs, coming back over to sit back down. “Trauma can do a lot to a person. Or maybe it's due to expending all my energy walking around in circles for hours with nothing to do. They won't let me do anything, not to mention Al, no matter how low maintenance it is.” Shooting his arms into the air. “I could just use alchemy! I'm so bored!” He just slouches in his seat.

“Is the library not keeping you enough company?”

“One can only reread the same books he's read for years so many times.”

“Hmm, you haven't read the ones on the higher shelves yet?”

Edward challenges her with a dark glare. “Watch it…” Trying to telepathically remind her ‘We're literally the same height.’

Winry just smiles. “What? What did I say?”

Ed sat up and braced his hands on the edge of the table, steaming. “You know full well what you were insinuating!”

“Yeah, yeah…” Mimicking him a bit with her response. Winry thought about something for a moment. If Ed was bored because no one would let him do anything productive and Al was too busy doing a two man job already, Winry could assist Ed, so he feels useful again as well as getting him up and moving; She liked this idea.

“Hey, Ed.”

“Yeah?” Taken back by her outlandish response to their usual banter, he relaxed and raised an eyebrow at her. Confused as to what gave her pause.

“How about we do some work together?”

“Huh?”

“Al's too busy to watch you and the adults won't let you help, so how about we do what we can together? You can work on your therapy and I can be there to catch you.”

Ed just blinked, wondering where this drive came from. “Uh, why?” It's not like he didn't want to do his part of the work, he's the most selfless person in this palace, save for Al, of course, but he didn't want to rope Winry into this. She wasn't a slave, she was virtually just a regular resident here. She had no reason to lower herself to doing work for the palace. But he sensed it obviously wasn't for the Palace’s sake. “Where is this coming from?”

“Just get up!” Winry hopped out of her seat and yanked Ed out of his. He almost fell flat on his face as he regained his footing and yanked his hand from her. She stopped and looked back, confused.

“You're not contractually obligated to maintain this palace. I'm not letting you take on Al and my responsibility.” He appeared to be protective, more so than angry about it.

“I'm no stranger to physical labor, Ed.” Winry rolled her eyes and grabbed his hand again. “Stop thinking about the technicalities of it all and let's get you up and outside or at least moving instead of holding yourself up in a dusty library.”

Ed frowned while his arm felt like it was being pulled out of socket until he was able to match her pace. He still didn't like this idea, but at least it got him out of doing nothing.

#fma #fmab #my doodles #fullmetal alchemist #edward elric #doodles #my art #freckles #drawing prompt #fma art #fma fanart #winry rockbell #xerxes au #xerxes #fmab art #fmab fanart #fullmetal alchemist fanart #fullmetal alchemist brotherhood #digital art

[ladybisky88]

Hi!! I've a Tumblr exclusive just for you! I wrote this funny drabble (okay, let’s be honest, it’s a crack fic🤪) a while back as a gift for @burnalist. It’s silly, it’s fun, and honestly, I find it hilarious—I think you will too! 😄

Word count: 950

Summary: Hanzo stumbles upon Bisky's unique hobby while killing time during the election wait. (At its core still a hisoillu story)

Warnings: mature with mention of nsfw content. (Nothing explicit, though.)

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The election hall of the Hunter Association was charged with tension. Hunters of all ranks and backgrounds sought ways to calm their nerves and break the monotony of the wait. Some were pacing, others engaged in conversation, and a few, like Biscuit Krueger, chose quiet corners to stay out of the fray.

Another Hunter, Hanzo, drifted through the crowd, sipping on his orange juice. His eyes, sharp and curious, swept over the room, on the lookout for something - anything - to break the monotony. He exchanged a few words with one Hunter, shared a nod with another, but nothing seemed to hold his interest.

His gaze finally landed on Bisky. She was engaged in a stash of papers, seemingly oblivious to the room and the people around her. Hanzo's interest piqued - he had little to no interaction with Bisky, but her reputation as a formidable fighter preceded her. 

This could be interesting.

He approached her with light, unnoticeable steps.

"Hey, Bisky, what's so interesting?" Hanzo asked with a playful tone.

Bisky jolted, her hands trying to cover the papers in front of her. Her eyes had a flicker of panic when they met Hanzo's. 

"It's nothing, just... just some notes," she stammered.

Before Bisky could react, he leaned in and snatched the papers from under her hands. "Let's see what's got Biscuit Krueger so wrapped up!"

"Give those back!" Bisky said, making a grab for the papers.

With a grin, Hanzo kept the papers just beyond her reach. Bisky made several attempts to retrieve them, but Hanzo easily avoided her, amused by the effort.

It was only then he took in the papers' contents. The names 'Hisoka' and 'Illumi' appeared in a context that was decidedly not for the faint of heart, making his eyes widen. As his brain processed the explicit nature of the story, he spluttered, sending a spray of juice into the air.

"This is what you double-star Hunters do for fun?" Hanzo choked out, trying to regain his composure. 

Despite his initial shock, Hanzo found himself unable to stop reading, his curiosity too strong. His eyes widened further with each line, a blush creeping onto his cheeks. He turned the page only to find something even more attention grabbing. 

Bisky’s illustration.

In the drawing, Illumi sat in Hisoka's lap, with Hisoka's hands wrapped possessively around him. Their partially unbuttoned clothes left just enough to the imagination: Hisoka's loose shirt revealed his muscular chest and a glimpse of his abs, while Illumi's lean yet firm torso was artfully exposed.

The drawing paid careful attention to details – Hisoka's fingers pressing into Illumi's side, the slight ruffle of their hair, the visible bulges in their trousers.

Sure as hell, Bisky could draw.

Hanzo's mouth opened, then closed, and then opened once more as he struggled to remember how words work. 

"Why them?" he finally managed to utter. "I mean, they're... Hisoka and Illumi.”

Bisky sighed, a faint smile played on her lips and her eyes took on a dreamy quality. 

"You know, Hanzo, they have a certain... something. They're like two sides of the same twisted coin, perfect for each other," Her voice grew more animated, almost high-pitched. "And, they're so handsome!"

Noticing Hanzo's intrigued look, she continued, "It's not just them. There's something about beautiful men, especially those with power and an edge of danger. It adds a layer of… excitement to the story.”

Hanzo glanced back and forth between the papers and Biscuit. A moment passed as he contemplated the contrast between the tough, no-nonsense fighter he expected to meet and the imaginative woman standing before him.

Bisky, crossed her arms, trying to regain her composure, "It's just a silly hobby, okay? Don't read too much into it," 

Hanzo nodded slowly. The blush on his face faded, replaced by a thoughtful expression. 

Bisky broke the silence. "So, what do you think of my story... since you've already read some of it?”

"It doesn't make a lot of sense," Hanzo started, preparing to lay out his thoughts.

He was just about to point out the gap between fiction and reality - explaining that in the real world gay sex involved more practical concerns – safety and hygiene first of all. The passionate scenes she wrote, with all the sweet kisses, caresses and shouting each other's names, didn't match up with reality. And most importantly, the very idea of Hisoka and Illumi together was ridiculous.

But just as he was about to speak, he noticed a shift in Bisky. She looked discouraged, as if all her enthusiasm drained away.

Hanzo paused, the words catching in his throat. He couldn't bring himself to crush her spirit. Instead, he shifted gears, a small, playful smile tugging at his lips.

"It doesn't make sense that Hisoka is the top, though!" he said. "Given his personality, I'd bet he'd love being a bottom.”

Bisky's eyes flickered back to life, surprised and intrigued. "What? No way! Hisoka’s clearly the more dominant type, especially with Illumi being so composed and delicate.” She ended with a dreamy sigh, clasping her hands together. 

"Hear me out," Hanzo insisted, "Hisoka lives for the thrill, the challenge. Plus he loves pain. He'd totally get a kick out of being a bottom. "

Bisky considered his words, "Ok, but what about Illumi? He's always so composed, so in control.” 

"That's the whole point!" Hanzo responded, more engaged than he anticipated. "That makes him a natural fit. Him being a control freak screams ‘top’ to me.”

The conversation continued, evolving into a light-hearted chat filled with the occasional laughter. As they talked, the initial awkwardness melted away. 

It turned out, Hanzo had found himself a pretty interesting way to make time fly after all.

#hisoillu #hunter x hunter #hxh #hisoka #illumi #hisoka morow #illumi zoldyck #hisollumi #hunter x hunter fanfic #bisky krueger #biscuit krueger #hanzo hxh #hanzo hunter x hunter

[fa-by]

Laucy 2.O

Hiiii babies and dear Anons 👋🏼🤗. I'm back with a new post. And I know, I know, I apologize again for my disappearance but I haven't been well for 3 months and also have been in the hospital again for a week 😭. I don't want to bore you with my health, but I just ask you to be patient again for future posts 😅🙏🏼.

I was answering the asks in my mail when I realized that 2 of them in particular were asking the same thing. I started writing and the more I did, the more I realized how long it was getting and I therefore decided to split it off from the Q&A post I started and which you guys will have, and make it a separate one on today's topic which you can see from the title.

Without further ado, let's go straight to the answers of those 2 asks. Enjoy 🙃.

HIII to you too, my dear 👋🏼😄. You're the purple heart Anon 🙃. That's how I always mentioned you to my gf, and the fact that you always remembered to say hi to me because you know it's important to me, always distinguished you from others especially because you do it in caps every time and you always make me smile/laugh because I know it's a dig for all those Anons who don't 🤣. Of course I remember you, as you can see 🤗!

1) I'm getting better. Very slowly, but I'm getting better. I still have a lot of medical checks to do but then I hope to finish once and for all because I'm honestly tired of hospital, doctors, and being sick in general 😩. Thank you for your concern and I really hope you're well and healthy 🥰.

2) Of course I can expose them 😉. This post is dedicated to that 😜.

And yeah, I hope they don't steal again because for real then I'd stop doing big analysis like I did in the past for Laucy, for the AMA's 2018, etc. I just want people to respect my decision to not want my stuff off Tumblr and ask me first if they really wanna post anything of mine outside of here, so that we can arrange what’s good for me for them to post and what’s not. That's all.

P.S. you made me laugh with the caps part which I guess was shouted 🤣🤣.

3) Thank you for always being so kind to me, my dear 💜 Anon. I really mean it 🤗. Have a beautiful day too 🙃. My gf says hi too 😄. I love you too and take care 😘.

Hello to you too, dear Anon 👋🏼😄. Greetings from my gf too 🙃.

It is a pain, and not because you asked, but because of the PR. And not even for the PR per se, but just because it's always the same shit we've seen (and will continue to see) over and over again but with different people. But anyway, let's get into it.

Oh and, small disclaimer. Sasha's pronouns are ze/her/they and I used she/her when I wrote this. I'm explaining this to you guys just to clarify that I didn't misgender her, okay? Good 😇.

Let's start with the new and improved version of Laucy. Welcome to Laucy 2.O, my dear Anon and my dear 💜 Anon, and any other of you babies who are reading.

Sasha Mallory, born on August 6, 1988 (age 35), professional dancer, and runner-up on season 8 of So You Think You Can Dance in 2011 when she was 23. She's worked in many dance companies, music videos, tours of singers such as Madonna, Adam Lambert, and Katy Perry, and done much more. Along with her family, she owns and operates the Mallory Academy of Dance (in Bakersfield California) in which she obviously also teaches.

In my opinion, chosen precisely because of her sexuality (as Laur herself said when talking about the Valentine's Day post in the People article: “Queer representation is important”) and her profession because, unlike Laur's other queer friends who were already her friends anyway and someone new was needed in her life, Sasha's in the industry and travels a lot precisely for the same reason. She ‘understands’ that life. And she certainly benefits from the money made from the contract and, more importantly, the visibility in the industry for her work.

Having explained the basics, let's get down to the facts and the not-so-subtle stages:

The beginning

-  Prelude. For those who don't know, Prelude premiered with a special global livestream via Moment House on October 14 and 15, 2021, but was officially released on November 5, 2021. It took them 6 days to make/film it. On September 11, 2021, Laur received the videos that she included by turning them almost into a documentary (with the help of Matthew Siskin of course, the co-director and co-editor along with Lo), and they started promoting the project on September 14, 2021. Before all this, however, there were the organization and the rehearsals to bring the project to life.

Lauren and Sasha met in mid-August 2021 (roughly the 13th) thanks to Coral Dolphin, the choreographer who took care of Prelude (and the tour).

To confirm the timeline, these are Laur's very first likes on their profiles (Coral Dolphin, José Gabriel Baez, Sasha, and Triana Steward), except for Aahkilah Cornelius, who didn't even have IG at the time, and Jesse Johnson who didn't post anything in general (not even anything personal) from the time they met (not even Prelude) until 2022 (personal stuff).

- From November 20 to December 1, 2021, Tour: An Evening with Lauren Jauregui. With Laur, Coral direction and choreography, and Sasha and José dancers.

The hang out no longer just professional

- First speculations created on March 12, 2022, after the insta-stories and that post (posted two days later) with the alpacas, with contribution of the tweet to pretend to mislead, but actually start inserting the seed 🧫 into people's heads 🧠:

A couple of appearances together with other friends: 1) at Banks' concert on Apr 6, 2022, along with *cough* coincidentally and not to publicize two things at the same time *cough*  the announcement of Laur's participation in The Serpentina Tour, 2) at Coachella on Apr 17, 2022, *cough* she didn't go there with Lo and her friends, she was there only because she had to perform/dance with Channel Tres with whom she was booked from Mar 18, 2022, to Dec 31, 2022 *cough*.

- Sasha danced with her and José again (for the last time so far) at the Al Sol Blume Festival on April 30, 2022 (the 3 of them rehearsed from the 27th to the 29th).

Another appearance together on a boat with all of Laur's friends on May 14, 2022.

- Rumors reinforced by the trip to Cuba for Laur's birthday in which I'll underline, there were other people, friends, with them and her brother. *let's water the seed 💧*

We're just friends, people, isn't it obvious? *Please don't let it be obvious*

+ denial/fake protection

- Sasha went on the New York (July 27, 2022) and Denver (Aug 2, 2022) tour dates before continuing with her gig for the Channel Tres tour, and on Aug 1st, Laur posted that tweet just to add fuel to the fire. *let's keep watering 💧*

Lo wished her a happy birthday with a post on Aug 6, 2022.

- On November 29, 2022, Sasha posted a TikTok with the “Reasons Why I'm SINGLE” filter and on December 3, 2022, she replied to someone by saying that she and Lauren were just friends. Both then deleted. Did you have any doubts about it? 😑

In the meantime tho, other appearances together: on Sept 17, 2022, (Aliyah Niambi's insta-story) to celebrate an Aja Monet working achievement, on Oct 30, 2022, for Halloween, on Oct 31, 2022, for the Paramore concert, and on Dec 8, 2022, for Channel Tres tour date in L.A. where Ty was too. *👏🏼🙌🏼 a reunion with 2 PRs, yeeeey 🥳🤣🤣🤣*

“She like who she like”/The confirmation

- Snow Tha Product EVERYNIGHTNIGHTS PODCAST live streamed on January 12, 2023, in which Laur publicly said for the first time that she was into a woman, specifying “a femme, a non-binary” and choking and freaking out more and more in explaining because she didn't know whether she was defining her the correct way or not. Sasha changed her bio to the one she still has now immediately after: * we're almost there 💧*

- On January 18, 2023, there was the video on Lauren's Patreon Zoom as they played Uno to confirm even more who she was talking to Snow about, plus the fans' backlash and Laur's obvious reaction to 100% confirm: *has germinated 🌱*

- The UnitedMasters GRAMMY party (Feb 3, 2023) before the final push, let's call it the oh-so-unpredictable boom of the definitive confirmation of the Valentine's Day post (Feb 14, 2023).

The explanation

- In the Zach Sang Show interview released on March 31, 2023, she said that they'd been together for a year, that there had been attraction from the first moment they danced Don't Wanna Say, and that however, neither of them told the other anything for a while; Sasha because Lauren was her boss and she wanted to be respectful and Laur because she didn’t think it was mutual. She explained that she was the one who made the first move by inviting her over to her house to hang out. They cooked together and only after Sasha left very early, Lo confessed everything to her via text to which Sasha replied that she felt the same way. Laur specified that it happened the night before she left to go back to Miami because she still lived there and still had 3 months of lease for the house.

End of the important stuff (for now)

Now let's talk logic, dates, and bullshit.

Let's break down piece by piece the already checked and verified facts I've listed to you, with what she said on the Zach Sang Show, and let's see what's true and what's not.

1) Taking into consideration the date I believe to be correct, Lauren and Sasha met on August 13, 2021. Attraction from the first moment they danced Don’t Wanna Say: “The chemistry was just crazy. I was like, what the fuck is this? I feel so attracted to you”.

In addition to the promo for Prelude, there was no interaction or public appearance together until the tour.

2) They went on tour from November 20 until December 1, 2021. “And then it was like super low-key. We both had like a crush on each other but didn't say anything about it for a minute”, Sasha because Lauren was her boss and she wanted to be respectful, and Laur because she didn't think it was mutual.

After the tour, again no public appearances together until March 12, 2022 (alpacas). This, this one right here, is the timespan that interests us the most.

3) The first move and the confession: “I invited her to come over to hang out with me and we made dinner together and stuff. And it was a date in my head, but she didn't know it was a date. She thought we were hanging out just casually” - small pause to look at Chantal (her manager Chantal Felice) as she did other times during bullshit - “So she ended up leaving hella early” blah, blah, blah, blah, blah “I sent her this like, really long cute ass message and she was like: what?”

4) The explanation of when it happened: “Actually, that happened right before I left back to Miami. So we were here in L.A. and it was right before I left back to Miami because I was living in Miami at the time. So I had like 3 months still of my lease in Miami. So it was like the day before I left, was when I texted her and was like ‘this is how I feel’. And she was like ‘what the fuck? I feel the same way’ and I was like ‘what?’. So yeah, we had like 3 months in between. - Now we see each other when we can”.

Okay, that day? That dinner ‘they had’ the night before going back to Miami? It never happened. And those 3 months that she wanted to make believe were in Miami? They're not correct.

No surprise there since we know it's all made-up narrative for the PR, but do you wanna know how I know? I know because unfortunately for both Camren, fans save every little thing posted on the internet that concerns them and their lives. I checked. Laur's last night in L.A. was December 18, 2021, and who did she spend it with? WITH CORAL! They had dinner IN A RESTAURANT before going to The Peppermint Club (West Hollywood). The next day (the 19th), Lo was in Miami and returned to Los Angeles on February 5, 2022.

Here you can see the screenshots I took of Laur's insta-stories. One from her last day in Miami on February 4, 2022, with Mateo, the son of her friend Alexa Ferrer, and another one from when she returned to Los Angeles on February 5, 2022, which can be compared with the post Lo published on February 25, 2022, in which she was with her friend Britt (Brittany Martinez-Hewitt):

Here, however, Coral's insta-story (Dec 18) and the screenshot I took from one of Laur's insta-stories (Dec 19), specifically from the one where she was playing with Cleo:

You can also compare Coral's insta-story with the post Laur published on December 21, 2021. From slides 6, 7, and 10, you can very well see both how Lo's outfit matches and how it was the same night.

You can also see from Coral's insta-story how it was night outside. It's clearly visible from the glass window behind Laur. And now tell me, is there anything about this picture that makes you think it was Lauren's house or otherwise a house in general? And does it look like Sasha was there? Maybe hidden under the small table that was clearly only for two people and that makes you understand that no one else was with them? 🤣🤣🤣 Sasha wasn't even there that night! They didn't see each other at all! 🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️🤣🤣🤣 So what dinner had and cooked at your house the night before you went to Miami are we talking about, Laur? What in the PR and the alternative universe are you talking about? 🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️🤣🤣🤣

Debunked the dinner, let's move on to the 3 months.

The timespan between December 18, 2021 (last day in L.A.) and February 5, 2022 (return to L.A.) is 1 month and 18 days to be exact. I'm gonna abound by saying they were almost 2 months if I have to, but it's certainly not 3. They don't match the idea that by “I was living in Miami at the time. So I had like 3 months still of my lease in Miami - So yeah, we had like 3 months in between”, she meant to imply that they didn't see each other because she stayed in Miami for 3 months. Yeah, she still had 3 months of lease for the house, but that doesn't mean she stayed there for real as I've shown you. And it can't even be that she was talking about another time period because she's never stayed in Miami for 3 months since she met Sasha in August of 2021.

On the other hand, the timespan between December 18, 2021 (last day in L.A.) and March 12, 2022 (alpacas) is 2 months and 22 days. I can again abound by saying that they were almost 3 months, but only to let Lo get away with it. This does match the “we had like 3 months in between”, but it also proves another lie at the same time.

Remember how I also wrote in the initial list that Sasha was booked to perform with Channel Tres from March 18, 2022, to December 31, 2022? Well, she hadn't left yet for the first date, which was Lollapalooza in Chile (March 18, 2022). So, if Laur was back in town on February 5, 2022, what exactly was the reason they didn't see each other for precisely 1 month and seven days (February 5 to March 12) before that PUBLIC hang-out with Lauren's friends (alpacas)?

If December 18, 2021 (last day in L.A.) and March 12, 2022 (alpacas) match the almost 3 months said on the Zach Sang Show, what exactly was the reason for not seeing each other before the 12th (alpacas)? After not seeing each other since that oh-so-real dinner before Laur returned to Miami, and especially after they confessed to liking each other via texts, do they really want me to believe they waited another month since Lauren was back in town to see each other? And in the company of other people on top of that? Come on now 🤣🤣🤣. After all that waiting, they would've seen each other the moment Laur set foot back in town if it had been a real relationship.

Debunked even the 3 months, let's move on to the part of the interview in which she said they'd been together for a year.

As I said before, the Zach Sang Show interview was released on March 31, 2023. It was filmed definitely a few days prior or in any case in the same month since it was primarily done for the promo of Trust Issues (which was released on the same day as the interview) and In Between. From that, since to Zach's question “How long have you been together?” she answered “We've been together for like a year” and it was March 2023, we can establish that by March 2022 they were already together officially as a couple. Or rather, already since before February 2022 given what Laur said about the Valentine's Day post in the interview with People (May 26, 2023): “We'd been together for a year by that point”.

Neither of them has yet specified what the official date is, but still based on the date of Lo's last day in L.A. because of the so-real ‘dinner and text’ story, we can assume that December 18, 2021, is the specific date on which they officially got together. Unless we'll have anniversary posts in the future.

So, if they've already been together since December 18, 2021, then why instigate/tease Snow during her podcast about the fact that she missed the opportunity to kiss her in the Piña video? Why push her so hard and on several occasions for other things as well?

***I'd like to clarify anyway that I've taken Mila completely out of the equation also because this acting as single people of theirs is something that has been going on for them basically since the X-Factor days (they did, they do, and they have to keep doing it for appearances, or simply when they're mad at each other 😅). All this is just me proving and exposing Laucy 2.O. Okay, let's move on.***

And speaking of Piña, on September 19, 2022, Lauren and Snow did the TikTok live to promote the song by also saying that they would've made the video as soon as they were both in town (L.A.). Which happened in October. On October 5, 2022, @jakehenrythgc posted a picture together with Lo on the set of the video (in the La Cita Bar: bar/live music venue/nightclub in Downtown L.A.). Laur posted an insta-story while watching the full video for the first time on October 26, 2022, and on December 19, 2022, the video was released.

So if the video was shot on October 5 when Snow missed the opportunity to kiss her, shouldn't that date be calculated in that year with Sasha? Was it crossed off in the calendar and no one told me? If Laur had actually been in a relationship for a year, she wouldn't have insisted so much on the missed opportunity to be kissed by another person even if only professionally. Although we could see in that very podcast how important 'professionally' is to Lauren. So important, she didn't even remember doing it with a guy in the Always Love video 🤦🏻‍♀️🤣.

But back to being serious. If she'd actually been in a relationship for a year, she never would've pressed and pushed Snow's buttons in that way on different things. But no, she instigated/teased her a lot of times by even saying other things outside of Snow specifically, like the fact that she likes to provoke in general even straight girls: “I love making straight girls question who they are” – “I'm just trying to see if you're really as straight as you think you are”.

And with those 2 sentences, I want to remind you all of something she said in Becky G's podcast (the very first reason why I'm here and you guys know me https://fa-by.tumblr.com/post/648191757219250176/there-is-a-light-at-the-end-of-the-tunnel) and how these 2 sentences are yet another proof of how much bullshit she had to say that day to hide her truth:

Wasn't she the one who had an ‘issue flirting with girls’ and who felt ‘disgustingly uncomfortable’ because she felt ‘like a predator’, ‘the aggressor’, ‘the one who was like the masculine energy in the scenario’, because she was ‘always the one turning her’? Wasn't she the one who didn't want to be able to ‘potentially put off that kind of vibe onto someone or invade or like anything like that’? So, WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT? And even with straight girls no less 🤦🏻‍♀️. Please, Lauren, explain yourself? Explain to the audience 🤣. Justify the bullshit you had to say about Camila by succeeding in making a lot of CS leave. Justify the bullshit you had to say in comparison with the truth and reality you said NOW.

All the chickens come home to roost, my friends. Always 🙌🏼. It doesn't matter if years go by, but the truth always comes out 🔥.

Anyway, back to Laucy 2.O. If Lauren had actually been in a relationship for a year, she wouldn't have behaved that way with another person. She wouldn't have done any of that. She wouldn't have behaved the way an available person would. This even proves by itself that the relationship is fake. The fact that she did it during a live podcast and didn't give a damn about all the fans present, proves it even more. Tsk-tsk. In a relationship for a year, HA! Don't make me laugh 😏.

Not to mention the fact that Sasha was (and maybe still is) with Baylie Olsen. Now the engagement you mentioned in the ask, there's no trace of anything like that at all as far as I know, dear Anon. It'll be part of the various bullshit that CS and other ‘fans’ made up 🤷🏻‍♀️ as usual 🙄. What I do know and can prove is the fact that Sasha and Baylie met in early May 2019 during rehearsals for the Eurovision performance which then took place on May 18, 2019, with Madonna.

They were both backup dancers throughout Madonna's Madame X era including the Madame X Tour which lasted from September 12, 2019, to March 4, 2020. And as you can see here:

They started dating loooong before August 2021, which is when Lauren and Sasha met, and that they continued to do so at least publicly until April 2022, which is even after the hang-out with the alpacas (March 14, 2022).

And these are not even all the pictures they commented on and liked on each other 🤣. There are many more that you can very well go see for yourselves on both of their profiles. So “My first Valentine” my ass, Sasha 🤣. Oh and by the way, Laur was obviously aware and supportive of their relationship:

Going back to talking about the Valentine's Day post instead: “I kinda did it very whimsically. I didn't even tell her I was gonna post it” (Zach Sang Show) – “On Valentine's Day, I did it very impulsively. I didn't even talk with them about it first” (People). Oh yeah sure, because it's totally normal to not talk to your partner about something as unimportant as making it official to the world BEFORE actually doing it, right?

Miss I prefer to live my life off of social media and keep my private life private, Miss confidentiality, Miss privacy in all respects suddenly didn't care. Miss I keep having to pretend that I was outed in 2016 and not that it was all arranged, suddenly just didn't care about doing something like that? Seriously? Suuuure. Sure, sure, sure, Jan, right. No, for real, who believes that? Who can believe that that behavior could have been normal and not something planned/arranged?

Even this alone, does nothing but prove 2 things (again, back to my very first post and Becky G's podcast and all that fake situation they created that I talked about on several occasions): 1) It reconfirms for the umpteenth time the story of the fake coming out arm-in-arm with the PR with Lucrezia um sorry, Lucy. 2) This PR with Sasha.

Why? Because someone who claims to have been haunted by being outed when she wasn't ready, DOESN'T BEHAVE THAT WAY! Someone who claims to have been traumatized by that whole experience, someone who's not an ordinary person but a public figure and therefore double haunt and trauma, DOESN'T DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT! Tell me who, after all that, wouldn't talk to their girlfriend before officially posting something romantic-wise for the first time? Who wouldn't make sure she was okay with it first? Especially since, again, we're not talking about an ordinary person. We're talking about someone famous with 12 million followers on IG.

A person who's actually gone through that kind of trauma, would never dare to do that. It wouldn't even cross their mind because they'd have respect for the person they're with. They’d also take their partner's feelings into consideration. They’d make sure that it would be okay for them even if their partner's out and proud, because they would never want to make someone else experience the trauma they themselves experienced firsthand. And honestly, tell me, does this seem to be the case for Lauren?

What I'm seeing now, from the podcast with KITTENS actually, is that they're using the strategy of showing Lauren's change. Showing more and more how she's healed and how she's more comfortable and open with her sexuality. I'm very happy about it, don't get me wrong. It's about time she could show what she in reality is since she was 17/18 years old. And I'm not even saying it's not true that for years she'd struggled with her internalized homophobia and all the other problems. Hell, we know fully well that's true. And I also understand that she had to suppress herself and follow the narratives mostly to hide Camren, let alone if I don't understand that. I'm just saying that, what I don't like is the way they made her act. Just as it doesn't sit well with me the usual incoherent love propaganda that they've already used in the past. I'll explain myself better.

Oh and, speaking of incoherent love propaganda used before. Is it only me who noticed that since that Valentine's Day post, Lauren's started talking about Sasha in interviews in the exact same way she used to talk about Ty when she was in a PR relationship with him? I mean, no differences? No imagination for something new? No? Just copy and paste? Um, okay… I- um 🤔🤨 I'll shut up 🤐.

Back to this incoherent love propaganda.

If “We're so solid, and we have such a beautiful foundation and so much trust and love between us” (People), and if “the core-” of their relationship “-is love and respect” as she said in Shannon Boodram's podcast along with other things, then where was this trust and respect when she thought (?):

Zach Sang Show: “Damn is Valentine’s Day. I’m seeing all these people post their babes, I was like, this is my baby. Like I’m in love and I don’t care. I don’t care!” --- “But like I said, Valentine’s Day came, I saw all these cute pictures and I was like, you know what? Me and baby are cute. So I’m gonna post it”.

People: “I'm in love. We'd been together for a year by that point, and I was like, ‘You know what? Fuck it’.” --- “On Valentine's Day, I did it very impulsively. I didn't even talk with them about it first. I was just seeing people post their significant others, and I was just like, ‘Dude, I'm in love. These pictures are so cute. We're so cute. People deserve to see this shit’. Queer representation is important, I think”.

So 🤔 what I grasped from both interviews is that, she did it because she didn't care and because people deserved to see that shit because queer representation is important (although I agree with that last part), but at the same time (?):

Zach Sang Show: “The layer of fame is like a whole thing. But it’s so beyond that. I think the reason I keep my private life private for the most part, is because people are so invasive and projective”. --- “Especially people who say they’re fans”. --- “There’s those other people who just are so attached to you that they feel they have ownership over you and then they just like, trash someone you love and just try to make their lives miserable or make up things about them”. --- “That part is so weird to me, so I try to keep what makes me happy away from people who want to project unhappiness onto it”.

Oh yeah, we all saw that 🤦🏻‍♀️.

I mean, I'm being sarcastic here because she was talking about Sasha's situation, which is not true. But it is the truth in reality. It's the truth that applies in her life and above all with whom? *whispered echo: 🗣️ Cameeeela*

People: “Most of my relationships, I keep under wraps, just because it's really odd to have so many strangers have an opinion about who you're choosing to love or what goes on between the two of you. But I just want to be able to love them out loud and be able to share that with people”. --- “So, people's opinions don't really don't matter. Honestly, for me, it's more so about protecting them and making sure that they don't feel attacked because fans are fans”.

Protect them/her? PROTECT HER? 🤣🤣🤣 How? By exposing her and you guys ‘relationship’ to the world without even telling her? Ahh, okay 🤣🤣🤣🤣. Exposing her for sure keeps people from attacking her precisely because she's your girlfriend, sure, undoubtedly 🤦🏻‍♀️🤣. Mh-hmm, yeah, this way of thinking would've made sooo much sense if the relationship was true 🤦🏻‍♀️🤣.

“There's other fans who call themselves fans that I don't really consider fans. People who feel very possessive over you and feel like they have a right to tell you who you should or should not be with, which is really fascinating to me because you're literally a stranger who's never met me in real life. So it's really interesting that you think about who I should or shouldn't be with. And people have prejudices. Racism is a very real thing, and I don't like when she gets attacked or people send her really crazy-ass messages or send weird messages to her family. I really wanted to avoid that, but it was kind of happening anyways because people assumed we were in a relationship. So I was just like, ‘I guess it doesn't really fully matter at this point’. We just have to ignore those kinds of people as much as we can, because sometimes they're really violent and need to be handled. But for the most part, it's really just harmless, online shit”.

Putting aside the part where I super agree that people need to stop harassing them (Camren) and the people in their lives, let's talk about “I really wanted to avoid that, but it was kind of happening anyways because people assumed we were in a relationship” and “I guess it doesn't really fully matter at this point”.

She really wanted to avoid that, but she did it anyway, because she guessed it didn't really fully matter at that point because people assumed they were in a relationship?? Really??? What kind of protection would this be????

So, wait, wait, wait. From the top.

She wanted to avoid letting people know because she wanted to protect her and make sure she and her family weren't attacked, then Valentine's Day came along and she thought fuck it. Fuck her own privacy, fuck the protection of Sasha and her family, and fuck their trust and respect because, given that she saw people posting their significant other, she whimsically and impulsively decided to do the same. She revealed their relationship to the whole world without TELLING HER ANYTHING FIRST because she didn't care, because people deserved to see that shit because queer representation is important, and because she guessed it didn't really fully matter at that point because people already assumed they were in a relationship.

I mean… WHAT?????

What in the world? What in the inconsistency? What kind of contradiction is all this? No really. Was all of that more important than her own girlfriend? Seriously?? No, I'm sorry. This is yet another proof of how fake and organized all this is.

From a logical point of view, it's impossible for me to think that Lauren just didn't care. It's impossible to think that she did it by putting all of that above her girlfriend's respect and trust. It's impossible to think they didn't talk about it before posting. It's impossible period.

This is Lauren we’re talking about here! Empathetic, caring, selfless, sensitive, and with a great emotional connection Lauren! The real Lauren would never do something like this. She would never put her own needs before those of someone she cares about. To quote Alastor ‘Mad-Eye’ Moody in Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire: ‘End of story. Goodbye. The end.’ Sorry but I had to 😅🤣. The conversation required a final quote 🙃.

But anyway. The bottom line of this charade: supposedly met on August 13, 2021, months without saying they had crushes on each other, non-existent dinner the night before going to Miami after which Laur texted her that she liked her and Sasha reciprocated, and therefore they got together supposedly the same night on December 18, 2021. Throughout all this, Sasha and Baylie were still together even still publicly, and Laur continued to act ‘single’ until Valentine's Day of the following year (2023).

Make it make sense! Make it make sense, seriously! But no hey, we know that a PR relationship MUST create doubts in people's heads and MUST NOT look perfect at all otherwise people would get bored and not speculate about it. Right, my bad I almost forgot 🤦🏻‍♀️.

So, this is the timeline, dear Anon. As for your question “Why would Lauren get into a relationship with someone else who is in a relationship?”, in my opinion, the better question would be ‘why did Sasha agree to do this since she was/maybe still is in a relationship?’. She was/is the one in a normal public relationship contrary to Laur who has a hidden one.

For Lauren it's business and it's convenient for many things. It's a cover for Camren and the songs, and it helps her queer image. Again “Queer representation is important”. But Sasha? Who knows. As I also said at the beginning, she benefits from both the money made from the contract and, more importantly, the visibility in the industry for her work. For the rest, I don't know how it went.

Lauren was looking for a girl for PR. Maybe Lauren was talking about it in general as friends do, and Sasha volunteered. Maybe Sasha talked about it with Baylie who, being an artist and a dancer as well and who therefore understands that lifestyle, agreed with it. Or maybe it was Lo's old management's idea after seeing them dance at the August rehearsal since we know very well how gays think, and they anticipated the reaction that inevitably happened later with the Prelude live. Or maybe it was Lauren's own idea since she has more freedom in her choices and she proposed it to her. I don't know. I don't know this. There's no proof around yet. I can only speculate.

Fact is that I don't see Lauren in a bad light here. It's not the first time she's been portrayed as a homewrecker and a traitor. They tried it before with the Lauren, Lucy, Ty, and Alycia Bella (ex of Ty) square story, and they tried again now with Sasha and Baylie. I didn't fall for it then and I don't fall for it now. You know why? Because it's all fake. I said it before and I also explained it in my PR stunt relationships - ɟ post: a PR relationship MUST create doubts in people's heads and MUST NOT look perfect at all otherwise people would get bored and not speculate about it.

So, dear Anon, the best thing to do in these cases is not to ask yourself questions like “Why would Lauren get into a relationship with someone else who is in a relationship?” since it's all fake and organized to entertain an audience, but it's to not ask yourself these kinds of questions at all precisely because it's all fake and organized to entertain an audience. But if you really have to, ask yourself questions that go arm-in-arm with reality and not Hollywood fiction 😉.

I hope I helped you understand as you hoped 🙃.

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Aaand I'm done 👅. I hope you're both happy with this analysis 🤗.

Thanks to all the others for the other asks which, as I said at the beginning of the post, you'll get answered in the usual Q&A post I started 🙃. As usual, I'm always available for those who have questions, so ask away 😄.

Remember to be nice. Always. Both with others and with yourselves. Be a good example. Be patient. Be safe and take care of yourselves. Don't let our ship sink. Keep shipping them, but please respectfully 🙏🏼. Sending you virtual love and hugs 🤗🤗🤗. I love you, babies. Always with love, F ❤️.

[laura1633]

HI! Thoughts are being thunk, could you do a drabble about Charles being obsessed with Max belly bulge when charles fcks him? Dying for it

Thx for writing so beautifully

Hi Anon, thank you so much ♥️ and thank you for the ask (and the rather lovely image 😄) I have had a go at writing a small little drabble below, although this was something new to me so hopefully this is kind of what you wanted, if not then sorry - my mind just went this way! 😆

“You ready?” Charles hums as he mouths lazily at Max’s neck. The Dutchman moans with each press of the lips, the sound vibrating up his throat as he spreads his legs wider and starts rocking against Charles' body. 

“Just go slowly” Max’s eyelids flutter as he looks up at Charles, “to start, go slow” 

He looks a little nervous. Charles doesn’t really blame him, in fact Max has gotten a lot further than most guys that the Monegasque has been with. Nearly every single one has taken one look at his cock and absolutely insisted on topping. Not Max though, Max looked at it and practically drooled before grabbing the lube and telling Charles to start opening him up ready. 

Charles fully intends to follow Max’s instructions and go slowly. Two guys have let him top previously and both never managed his full length. Max looks absolutely determined though. They have spent the best part of two hours prepping the Dutchman. Charles starting with his tongue before progressing to fingers and finally working up to the rather large dildo Max had tucked away in his bedside cabinet. 

There is a definite gape in the Dutchman’s hole now, in fact the more Charles stares at it the more he thinks Max might stand a chance of taking him as promised. Except it is not really just the girth that is the problem. 

“Please Charles” Max keens and pouts as Charles takes his time lining up. The soft mewling sounds turn to hisses though the second Charles’ cock pushes in past his rim. It burns despite the intensive prep and if Max thought the Monegasque looked big then its nothing compared to how big he actually feels as he is sinking in - hot and huge and filing Max up to the point that it seems like there is no room for anything else - not even breath - Max pants out heavily as he tries desperately to free space up inside himself. 

“You good?” Charles stokes his hand down Max’s jaw as he keeps inching in. Max’s eyes are watering already but he’s not asking to slow down just moaning for more and more. 

Charles’ hips stutter slightly and Max groans again, his body feels like it might be too small to accommodate all of the Monegasque and yet he is still trying and willing and eager. 

“Why do you have to be so big?” Max half laughs, half moans. He’s been with guys on the larger side before but not like this. Charles’ cock feels like it’s spearing him open and irrationally Max feels like it’s pushing all the way up into the folds of his throat. 

“Just relax” Charles coos as he feels Max tensing up around him. The Dutchman is moaning and scratching down his back and his legs are shifting against the sheets as he tries to adjust to what is happening to his body. Charles does something he hasn’t done before though - bottoms out. And its fucking glorious 

The Monegasque reaches out and strokes his palm over the curve that is now clearly visible in Max’s stomach. 

“Oh fuck” Max whines loudly as he realises what Charles is doing. The Dutchman reaches down with shaky hands and soothes over where the Monegasque’s cock is pushing up against his skin, “I can feel you” Max doesn’t just mean from the inside, he can feel the shape of Charles’ cock pushing against his taut skin and filling his inside entirely. 

Charles rocks his hips back a little, just a few inches, just enough to see Max’s stomach flatten and then re-inflate as he pushes back in. He’s seen things like this in porn before but honestly thought it was some camera trickery. It doesn’t feel real that Max is taking this, that his stomach is inflating with each movement. Charles feels like he’s - 

Impaling Max. Taking him over completely. Utterly claiming him. 

And Max is willing him on and rocking up against him and looks like he is completely coming undone. 

The Monegasque keeps one hand pressed against Max’s stomach so he can feel the bulge push against him each time he bottoms out. Max is sweating and writhing around and moaning happily. 

“You’re doing so good” Charles reassures as he leans in and peppers kisses along Max’s collarbone. The Monegasque’s vision starts to blur around the edges, Max’s body looks like it’s expanding more than humanly possibly, his belly so rounded he looks - reshaped - or even - 

“You look fucking pregnant” Charles blurts out as he sees Max’s stomach round out once more. Max moans obscenely at the thought and encourages Charles on. 

The Monegasque snaps his hips back and forth. Stares and stares and stares out how Max is taking him as he fucks into the Dutchman at an increasingly desperate pace. With each thrust they both moan and pant and Max starts fucking screaming and crying as he orgasms again and they both watch the come splatter down over the Dutchman’s swollen stomach. 

Charles buries himself as deep as possible into Max and watches as the skin pulls tight and it looks like he is about to rip out of the Dutchman’s body. He comes so hard he feels like he’s flooding Max’s insides to the point the Dutchman might drown in it. As he pulls out slowly the come seeps out and trickles down Max’s shaking thighs. 

“Shit” Charles collapses down on the bed, his whole body trembling, “You did take it all, fuck you took it all” 

Max grins proudly to himself. He had thought Charles had been joking about perpetually having to bottom because other guys were too afraid to be topped by him - Max kind of gets their point now - his body felt like it was going to be ripped open at one point and he’s not sure all his organs are still sat in the right place. It was more than worth it though. 

“You think - , you would let me again?” Charles asks before he’s even come down from his orgasm. He doesn’t mean right away of course, although as Max nods eagerly he thinks maybe another few rounds tonight is not out of the question. If he can fill Max with as much come as possible then the

#Lestappen #lestappen fanfiction #lestappen fanfic

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Its great to see eunbi in waterbomb but its a shame that she has the cardigan on, maybe for safety reasons 😏. The bikini is still visible though 😄

We still got to see the bounce

#ask #minguri97

[valeffelees]

do y'all remember that thing i said Sunday about finally managing to pull myself away from drawing and get back to editing?

i am a liar. 😄

WIP of my favourite girlypop, Aggie to be loved, will be loved, well beloved, Wellbelove.

ft. Baby Goat, envoy of uncoloured pride flags.

i've attached a couple other WIPs under the cut that i feel a little less confident about, but still wanted to share 'cause, i dunno, there are certain things i like about them, y'kno?

thank you very kindly for tagging me today @hushed-chorus (it's nice to see you back! i hope real life is treating you kindly), @artsyunderstudy, and @larkral.

Tag, you're it! 🪄 @cutestkilla @raenestee @thewholelemon @blackberrysummerblog @captain-aralias @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @imagineacoolusername @ivelovedhimthroughworse @facewithoutheart @rimeswithpurple @aroace-genderfluid-sheep

cheers, happy Wednesday!

please ignore Simon's slightly visible hand, elbow, and knee, i would've included him but his face is so busted in this sketch i was too embarrassed, LOL.

pt. 2, i don't know if i'll end up finishing this, it is the second frame of a three part... interaction? i dunno, it's not a comic, but they are three drawings with dialogue that are all connected. n e way, i've been fighting with it for a while and at this point, i'm content to let it dissolve into the fucking ether.

404: context not found. Simon's curls look jacked, but that's fine. i actually drew this to use as a reference for his face for the previous sketch so i wasn't super focused on his hair. don't mind all the empty canvas space, there's a layer of other sketches hidden.

thank you kindly for reading all the way to the bottom, please accept this complimentary box of juice. 🙂🧃

#wip wednesday #carry on #simon snow #baz pitch #agatha wellbelove #snowbaz

[cripplecharacters]

Hello! I'm aware that this blog is about writing, and therefore might not be the right place to ask this, but I'm not sure where else I'd ask. I want to cosplay a character with a facial difference (burn scars) that I don't have. I'd be making my own makeup prosthetics to replicate the character's appearance. Would this be appropriate at all, and if so, how could I make sure to do it respectfully? I'd reference pictures of real burn survivors to try to make it look accurate, and not a caricature. The character is also non-human, and I'd be wearing other makeup prosthetics and face paint, so I think it would be clear that I'm in a costume (as opposed to, like, impersonating someone with a facial difference). I really want to be respectful. If that means not doing the cosplay at all, then I won't do the cosplay! Thank you for your time :)

Hi anon! My advice would be: absolutely cosplay the character, but leave out the facial difference if you don't have it. (and in case that's a concern, to me it wouldn't be "erasing the character's disability" or anything like that because you're a real physical person working with what you have and not an writer who has 1000 possibilities and still chooses to cure a character or something.)

It's kinda similar to a previous ask we had about cosplaying disabled characters, in that one it was about using a mobility aid rather than a facial difference, but I think that the general sentiment is the same. Disability isn't a costume or a prop and it should be just left out of that in my opinion. I would feel very strange if someone put facial-differencing/"disfiguring" makeup to make themselves look like a character that has the same condition as me. Not sure if that makes sense but if I were to cosplay an able-bodied character I would still need a cane and even if I put on makeup my face wouldn't look as theirs because it wouldn't fix nerve damage that I have regardless of if I dress up as someone or not. I can't just take off my visible disability for a cosplay so I do think it's weird to temporarily put a visible disability on someone who doesn't normally have it. I hope this makes sense.

I definitely don't think you should abandon cosplaying that character as a whole. Just skip over that disability part of the character's design and I think it should be fine. Good luck with your cosplay 😄

mod sasza

#anonymous #mod sasza #face difference #cosplay #cripping up #burn survivor representation

[holdmytesseract]

It's Okay To Be Scared

Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader

Summary: A 'slumber party' ends in a distaster for you and your son. Can Daryl save you two?

Warnings: usual twd stuff, walkers, weapons, angst, panic? fluff! Daryl being an amazing dad and husband

Set in Season 4!

Word Count: 2,5k

a/n: Here we go! 😄 This just randomly popped up in my head, when I watched this scene (I think you'll know which scene I mean.). I had to write it, hehe. ☺️ Also, Teddy's the cutest. I love him. 😍

Divider by my lovely friend @fictive-sl0th <3

Tagging: @km-ffluv @stitchintimefan @sweetpeapod @loz-3 @peaches1958 @fictive-sl0th @lou12346789 @bookofsecretjourneys @azanoni @fuseburner @hotgirlsshareaccounts @in-this-minute

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"Mommy?" You turned your head at the sound of your five-year-old son's quiet, hesitant voice urging to your ears. "Hey, bud, what's up?" You smiled at the young boy, squatting down to be on an eye-level with him. The bright sun of Georgia shone through the barred windows of the C-Block, dipping the grey hallway in a soft yellow light. The sunrays got caught in the little boy's brown curls, causing them to shimmer. He may have inherited Daryl's hair colour, but not his actual hair. The kid definitely had your soft curls. Your eyes scanned your son's face and body. From his blue-grey eyes, which resembled his father's, over his little snub nose and rosy cheeks, all the way down his slightly too big clothes. His black t-shirt fitted him perfectly, but the jeans vest was definitely too big, just like his tattered and ripped jeans. You had to smile. He looked so much like his dad. Speaking of... "Where did you leave your daddy, huh? I thought you wanted to help him outside, checking the fences?" You wouldn't have let him join his dad, if you weren't aware that the boy was in the safest hands possible. He nodded, but looked at you with a sad and angsty expression. "Y-Yes, but... There were so many m-monsters, I-I got scared." Your expression softened, before you pulled the boy into a hug, "Oh baby..." and kissed his head.

It hadn't been easy for Teddy to understand, that the world was suddenly different now. Dangerous. Scary. He had been still a toddler when the world went to shit, but that didn't make it easier to explain. Why there was so much blood and death. Why there were suddenly scary looking people, who wanted to literally eat him. You and Daryl had a hard time adjusting Teddy to all of this. He had already seen so much. Things a kid should never see, but you couldn't change it. It wasn't in your hands. You never wanted this life for him, but it was how it was now.

Teddy looked up to his dad, of course, saw how Daryl helped the group, got food on the table and so on. His dad was his hero, without a doubt - and he wanted to be just like him. Be just as brave and fearless. The problem? Teddy was, after all still a child - and got scared very easily. Something he inherited from you. You were just the same, especially as a child and quite often even today. Some might say Teddy was a bit all bark and no bite - what you thought was quite cute. It was okay for him to be a child. He had to grow up into a man soon enough...

"You know that it's okay to be scared, yes? Always remember that, because being scared helps us sometimes. It's important." Teddy cuddled closer against your chest, both little arms wrapped tightly around you. "I-I know, but daddy's never scared..." You backed up from the hug, shaking your head. "Oh he is, Teddy. He's very good at hiding it." You said, running your hand through his long hair. It reached almost his shoulders by now. You could've cut it, of course, but Teddy looked way too sweet with longer hair. The boy nodded, although visibly not entirely convinced by your words and shuffled his feet nervously. "What was it you wanted to ask me, sweetie?" You decided to change the topic, distracting your son's mind from the walkers. It seemed to do the trick. Teddy smiled softly. "Can I stay at Nick's cell tonight?" Nick - one of the Woodbury kids and now Teddy's best friend. "Of course, bud. Does Nick's mama know?" Again, the boy nodded. "Uh.Huh... Nick said he's goin' to tell her." "Perfect." You smiled at him and stood up again. "Now go out play, while the sun's still out. I saw Patrick and Carl playing soccer outside. Maybe you can join, huh?" Teddy nodded, but tugged nervously on the red bandana around his neck, which his daddy had gifted him. There was something else occupying his mind. You could tell. "Is there something else, sweetie?" Once more he nodded, blue-grey eyes meeting yours again. "Can you, uh, stay with me tonight, mommy?" "At Nick's?" "Uh.Huh..." You smiled softly, tucking a few wild curls behind his ear. "I thought you are such a big boy already?" "Y-Yes, but... Please mommy..." Teddy looked at you with big, pleading eyes - and suddenly, you had a guess. "Are you having nightmares again?" The little boy nodded, grimacing, in order to suppress his tears. He tried so hard to be strong. "Oh no, I'm so sorry. Come here, baby." You opened your arms for Teddy again. An offer he took gladly. You lifted him up in your arms, not caring that he got pretty heavy for you to lift meanwhile. A few silent tears wetted your t-shirt. Teddy was plagued by nightmares almost regularly. He always had a hard time sleeping peacefully, but since the death took over the world, it became even harder for him - which was understandably. And whenever he woke up at night, afraid and crying from another nightmare, the only way to help Teddy was his dad. When Daryl wasn't here, you tried to help your son as well, but nobody was as helpful as his daddy.

"I'm coming with you tonight, okay?" Another nod. Teddy wasn't a child of many words - just like another important man in your life was. His small tear-stained cheeks glistened in the sun, causing your heart to ache. You knew exactly what you had to do now. "C'mon." You adjusted him on your arms, before you left the C-Block and made your way through the corridors out on the yard, eyes searching for your husband. Luckily, you found him pretty quick. He was preparing for the run he was about to go on, with Sasha, Glenn, Tyreese, Bob, Zack and Michonne. Daryl saw you approaching him, of course and was immediately alerted, since you were carrying Teddy. He wiped his dirty hands on a rug, stood up and met you on your way. "Hey, babe." Daryl looked at you and his boy, concerned. "Wha' happened?" "Nightmares," you mouthed, which was enough information for Daryl. He didn't need to know more. He placed a hand on the boy's back. "Hey, buddy, c'mere." Teddy didn't let himself tell that twice, unlocked his arms from around your neck and wrapped them around his father's, clinging to him for dear life. You gave Daryl a sorrow look, causing him to lean over to you and place a quick kiss on your cheek, "I got it." before he turned around and walked away with Teddy in his arms. Guess the run had to wait...

"Alright, baby, I'm going now, okay?" Daryl nodded from where he laid in the bed of the cell your small family shared, hands crossed behind his head. "Ya really wanna leave me alone tonight?" He almost pouted, causing you to giggle softly. Teddy wasn't your only child sometimes. "You know that Teddy asked me to, but you can join if you want." He scoffed at your words. "Nah, wouldn't wanna interrupt your girl's night." You giggled again and stepped over to him, in order to kiss him. "Love you." "Love ya, too." "Sleep tight, see you tomorrow." Daryl nodded, pulling you in for another kiss. "See ya." You grabbed your things, blew him a kiss and left the cell, tiptoeing down the dark corridors to cell block D. Little did you know, that staying with Teddy that night in the D-block was going to end in a disaster. A deathly disaster.

That night, you slept way too tight, to hear the soft snarling and growling of the polite and kind young man Patrick had once been, nor the heavy, slurping footsteps which passed the empty cell you were sleeping in, right beside the cell Teddy was sleeping in with Nick and Anne - his mom. You were completely exposed to the threat, lurking in the shadows of the night - but you didn't know it. Nobody knew it.

Daryl had been up quite early that day, just like Rick and Carl. He had just slipped into his beige shirt with the torn off sleeves, as he heard a loud noise ringing through the corridors, causing everyone which was still asleep to wake up - without a doubt. He furrowed his brows. It sounded like a... gunshot! Without hesitation, the archer grabbed his crossbow and stormed out of the cell, just like several others. Carol for example. "What was that?!" "Sounded like a gunshot." "Where from?!" Just after the words had left Carol's mouth, another gunshot was echoing through the walls. The answer of Carol's question was quickly answered, causing the man's eyes to widen and heart to run a hundred miles per hour. The D-Block. It came, without a doubt from the D-Block. "It comes from the D-Block." Daryl breathed out, before he started to run like a mad man, straight towards the block; Carol following him.

The scene he walked into wasn't one he hadn't seen before and yet it scared the shit out of him, because he knew that his wife and son were somewhere in the middle of it... There was blood everywhere. Dead and bitten men and women laid on the floor. The still living people ran around in panic, trying to flee from the walkers, which were trying to get another bite out of the people. There were screams and cries everywhere. "Shit!" The archer cursed, his mind immediately wandering to you and Teddy. He desperately hoped that the both of you were alright. Without wasting another second, he threw himself into the fray, killing every walker on his way. "Teddy! Y/N!" He screamed out, eyes frantically scanning his surroundings. It wasn't easy to overlook this chaos. "Daryl!" He heard Rick shouting at him. "I got it!" Signalling him, that he had the door situation under control. Not that Daryl cared about this in that moment. All he cared about was you and his son. Nevertheless, he gave Rick a short, hasty nod, before he continued his search.

"Teddy! Y/N!" He screamed from the top of his lungs through the loud noise. "Daddy!" Daryl heard a child scream out - his child. He would recognise Teddy's voice everywhere. "Teddy!" He yelled again, looking around to find him and point out where the voice was coming from. To his sheer luck he found him - just in time. The boy sat on the ground, crouched into a corner, crying, with a walker stumbling straight into his direction. Daryl's eyes widened in shock, but nevertheless he reacted fast, ran over and rammed his knife in the back of the walker's head, carelessly throwing the dead body aside. "Teddy!" The archer fell to his knees in front of his son, pulling his small, trembling body immediately close to his. "Are you okay?!" Daryl's eyes scanned Teddy's body for any bites or injuries. The small boy nodded, yes, and clung to his father, still crying. Daryl held him close to his body with his free arm, standing up again. "Teddy, where's your momma?!" "I-I dunno." Cried Teddy. Once again, Daryl looked around frantically, still not able to find you - but he found Carol. "Carol!" His best friend turned to face him. "Can ya take Teddy somewhere safe? I-I gotta find Y/N!" Carol nodded, of course, took the boy immediately in her arms. "You go with aunt Carol, okay? I'll go, find momma." Teddy cried even more, but let himself got carried out of danger from Carol. It broke Daryl's heart to leave his son like that, but he had to find you. "Y/N!" He ran to check the cells, killing another walker on his way. Remembering, that Nick's and Anne's cell was on the second floor, he was quick to run up the stairs, checking the upper cells as well. "Y/N!" "Daryl?!" He heard your voice calling out immediately, causing relief to wash over him. You were alive. He found you locked up in a cell, with a dead walker to your feet and another one in front of the barred door, trying to get its filthy hands on you. Daryl was quick to get disposed of the walker and opening the cell door with shaky hands. "Daryl!" You cried out, running into his arms. You were utterly rattled, covered in blood. "You okay, sunshine?!" Daryl asked you, strong arms keeping you close to his body. "Y-Yes, b-but I lost Teddy. I-I don't know where he is!" You cried, sobbing into your husband's shirt. "W-What if he's dead! Oh g-gods!" You felt how your knees gave in, but Daryl caught you. He immediately shook his head, trying to comfort you. "Hey, hey, hey, Y/N, stay with me, 's alright. I found him. He's alright. He's with Carol." "O-Our baby's o-okay?" "Yes, sunshine. He's safe. Teddy's safe." "O-Oh thank g-god... I-I was so afraid of him, b-but I couldn't leave to search for him. T-This walker had me trapped a-and- oh gods..." "Shh, shhh, it's okay, 'm here." Daryl's calming voice urged to your ears, despite the loud noise. "We gotta get you outta here." He said, before hoisting you up into his arms, carrying you bridal style down the corridor, the stair and past Rick. "You got this?!" Rick nodded. Glenn had joined the chaos as well in the meantime. "We got it! Look after your family!" Daryl gave Rick a thankful nod, before he left the horrendous scene and took you back to the C-Block.

The archer laid you down on the bed in your shared cell, before he called out for his friend. "Carol?" No minute later, she approached with a still shaking Teddy in her arms. "Did you find her?" Daryl nodded, taking Teddy back in his arms. "Thank god. She alright?" "Yeah, jus' quite rattled." Carol nodded in understanding. "I'll go, take care of the other survivors." "Thanks." "No need to thank me," she said, giving Daryl a small smile, before she left.

"Daddy... Where's mommy?" His son asked, voice trembling. "She's here, buddy. She's okay. We are all okay, alright? Everything's goin' ta be fine." His words seemed to calm down the boy a bit, but not as much as being back in his mother's embrace. Daryl stayed with you and Teddy for a long while, even after the boy had passed out from all the exhaustion, sleeping tightly. Hopefully without having nightmares...

Now Daryl sat behind you on the bed, while you leaned against his chest, hands intertwined. "What happened?" The archer asked in a quiet voice, eyes trained on the sleeping Teddy. You shrugged your shoulders. "I don't know, honestly. I was sleeping and suddenly I heard those screams. I got up quickly, looked outside - and there were walkers everywhere. People we knew, suddenly turned. Then everything became chaotic. I tried to react and look for Teddy, but then there were those two walkers..." You said, shaking your head at the vivid memory. "Do you know what happened? What caused this? Did Rick say something?" "Not yet, but we're gonna find out."

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I HAVE FLUFF FOR YOU 🥴

Okay so the reader is a hacker working for the Avengers and she has a habit of snatching up a bunch of snacks from the kitchen/pantry before going into her office and helping assist whoever’s on a mission at the moment. She doesn’t know it but ever since he moved to the tower to join the Avengers, Loki’s been observing her and her patterns.

One day she goes to her office to assist Nat or Clint (up to you which one of them) on their mission and she finds a basket of her favorite snacks sitting on her desk. Then she checks her security footage (because she set up a hidden camera in her area to make sure Thor’s not stealing her sweets when she’s not looking lol) to see who could’ve left it and she becomes all giggly and happy when she realizes who it is because she’s been crushing on Loki since he moved in.

Up to you if it ends there or if you wanna keep it going and make it even fluffier 😄 Congrats on your 1K!! You absolutely deserve it and then some! 💖🤍

Fluff Drabble Marathon II A link to my Fluff Library is HERE Warnings: None (w/c 550) A link to my regular Masterlist is HERE [18+]

A Tasty Snack

"Thor..." you muttered, combing through the leftover snacks in your drawer. Lock tampered with...again, by someone's meaty hands. It was a traditional that you let yourself indulge in some extra treats when you were pulling late shifts helping Nat with remote mission ops. It was past 2am, prime time to hack into enemy systems...and you needed sugar, stat.

"What is it with that guy and sugar?" you muttered to yourself, searching between the savoury offerings fruitlessly. You sighed, resigning yourself to your fate. No sugar for you.

You climbed the stairs back to the SHEILD floor, your footsteps echoing in the empty corridors. You liked this time of night, no one around to bother you. No questions about that one terrible date you had with Bucky, or have Captain Rogers ask you the most basic questions about his phone.

You paused at the end of the row of cubicles, your eyes falling on an unfamiliar addition to your sparsely populated desk. Brazenly placed beside your laptop was a woven basket brimming with your favourite snacks. European chocolate: Maltesers, galaxy caramel...was that...red Swedish fish?

You fell on them, ripping the bag like a demon and stuffing several of the soft sweets into your mouth with a satisfied sigh, your head falling back in relief.

You frowned, suddenly realising they could be poisoned. If someone was going to off you, this would probably be the way to do it.

You checked your pulse. All good so far. Your mind whirred, chewing on the ball of strawberry jelly in your mouth. Nats data hack could wait ten minutes...you had some business to attend to.

You slid into your chair, opening the bag of Maltesers to your side and tapping into the internal network. Being a hacker had some advantages, namely complete access...albeit unauthorised, to the tower's security system. Tony wouldn't mind, you thought, popping another Malteser in your mouth, after all...your personal safety might be at risk. You began typing codes to the floors you needed, dates...times. Floor 53. 1.57am. You frowned.

A dark figure was blurred on the footage, their back to the camera. You skipped several frames, watching as long limbs moved forward and opened the door to the shield offices. A flash of the basket was visible from the side. Bingo.

You skipped forward. Their face would be visible when they came out. Was it Bucky? The dark hair from the back was kind of right. You grimaced, remembering the date from hell. Never again. Maybe the sweets were poisoned after all. The tape stopped, a juddering image of the still-closed doors taunting you.

You looked at the clock, 2.09am. Did you miss him come out?

You looked around the ominously empty rows with dawning realisation, the mysterious figure bearing sugary gifts had never left.

You rolled your chair back from the desk, reaching forward to grab a stapler. You were no Natasha Romanoff but you'd give them a decent fight if you had to.

"Hello?" you shouted, gripping the stapler as a low chuckle radiated from behind you.

"If this is what you do when someone brings you a gift, remind me not to get on your bad side."

"Jesus, Laufeyson...you scared me half to death" you gasped, breathing a sigh of relief. The god of mischief could be a little weird, but the clue was in the name. And he was super hot. You may not be an Avenger, but you had eyes.

"My apologies" he murmured with amusement in his voice, "I simply wished to ease the angst my brother caused with his pilfering ways."

You nodded at his explanation, before your forehead creased. "How did you know about his pilfering ways? Or my 2am snack run? Or that I'd...be here? Or what my favourite snacks are..." you said, not bothering to hide your suspicion.

Loki smiled, ambling closer with his hands in his pockets. "You're not the only one with eyes all over this tower, darling. And my eyes have been on you for quite some time."

Shit, was he...flirting? Ominously flirting?

You coughed lightly, setting the stapler down on the desk. "I have some work to do, if you don't mind waiting maybe we could...get to know each other better? Over some of these treats, perhaps?"

You watched him sit allllll the way down in a swivel chair from his towering height, his thighs spreading moreishly as those hands rubbed along their obscene length. He brought one foot up to rest on the other knee, the creases of his trousers tightening around his hips as you felt yourself becoming hot under his sultry stare.

"OK, cool...cool" you managed, swivelling round to begin your work. Ten minutes. He was going to be staring at you for ten minutes.

"You want a snack? Help yourself..." you murmured, keeping your eyes on the screen.

"Which one is the most delectable?" he purred seductively, making your eyes widen towards the screen as you internally screamed with the utter ridiculous hotness of this whole situation.

You knew EXACTLY which was the most delectable. God above, Loki Laufeyson was the tastiest snack of all. -- Fluff Tags

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