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rosyblooom · 16 days

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levi's jeans | ln4 smau

PAIRING: lando norris x fem quadrant!reader SUMMARY: y/n loves levi's jeans—it's all she wears, ever. so when lando has to draw her in a quadrant video, that's what he draws: levi's jeans. a bad attempt at flirting? maybe, but it gets the ball rolling. A/N: been listening to 'levii's jeans' 24/7 since the album dropped omg

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halamet-chalamet · 10 months

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Okay okay.. hear me out on this... what if you and Matthew have just had a baby.. and he makes them one of his stuff animals and the baby doesn't know whether to be scared or happy... so they do like a little cry but then smiles.. but its not like just a one time thing they do it everytome they see the thing before they realize that it's fake...

Oh my gosh yesss. His stuffed animals are terrifying bruh.. but also cute but the octopus was a NOH. Also dad!Mathew 😩 let’s gooo

Warnings/content: no warnings! It’s pure fluffy dad Mathew! Featuring Marty (you’ll see) okay enjoy!!

It’s been 6 months since I’ve given birth to Lorelei. 8 months since Mathew came to the realization that I was pregnant with a real baby, a baby girl to be exact. Not that he didn’t know these things before but then he realized it was really only two months away.

Given this newly discovered fact Mathew decided to go crazy on crafts for baby Gubler. Drawings, and paintings for her room. Little blankets with her name crocheted in them, and a little yellow stuffed ‘animal’. It was really more of a creature or monster that Mathew liked to call Marty. Until Lorelei was ready for toys we kept Marty in a little toy bin at the bottom of her closet.

Though, now that she’s hit 6, nearly 7 months, crawling and getting into everything, we’ve decided it’s time for her to get into more of her less infant-like toys.

Mathew wanted the honor of getting out the bin and playing with her, much to my happiness as I get to watch and possibly record. Mathew took little Lorelei out of her high chair after feeding her breakfast and brought her to her nursery.

“Lorelei, I have a little surprise for you my girl!” Mathew cooed with a smile on his face as he brought out Marty the Monster. “Hi there Lorelei I’m Marty! Can we be friends?” He asked in his best monster voice.

Instead of the initial response we assumed she’d have, giggling or smiling,wanting to play. Our baby let out a noise we’ve never heard before.

First she was upset. Our least favorite sight occurred as she sat there with tears falling down her face. But she followed the tears with a small giggle and smile.

“What was that?” Mathew asked, still talking through the monster.

Lorelei let out another noise and crawled towards my legs.

“What’s wrong, muffin?” I asked our daughter, putting her on my lap.

“Do you think it scared her?” Mathew asked me. I couldn’t stand the sad look in his eyes.

“Maybe,” I replied. “Let’s try again.” I picked up Marty, the adorable yellow monster, and put him in front of Lorelei.

The baby hid her face in my chest but once again let out a small chuckle.

“Lorelei,” Mathew chuckled. “This is our friend! Seeee?” He squeezed Marty while using the baby voice he always used when he was trying to play with her. Lorelei now looked a little more comfortable as she smirked a little bit at her dads antics.

Gently, Mathew grabbed her tiny hand and put it on Marty. “See? He’s just a little plush guy?”

I smiled at the two loves of my life, interacting in such a silly and adorable way. Lorelei took the yellow stuffed animal from Mathew and giggled looking at the face of Marty.

Mathew got off his knees on the floor in front of me and our daughter and came to sit next to me. “That was a lot of grief over Marty.” I joked, looking over at him.

“It was, but it was worth it.” He almost whispered, kissing my forehead and then Lorelei’s.

Lorelei has been a daddy’s girl since day one. She would whine if I gave her a smooch while she was ‘busy’ but that’s not the case with dad, of course. She gave the same tiny smile she always gave, and looked up at Mathew like he was the best thing in the world. It was a sight that melted both of our new- parenting hearts, even though it sounds super cheesy.

After Lorelei had disregarded Marty, I put him in the corner of her crib, while Mathew took out new toys from her bin, to play with her.

“It’s going to be nap time soon,” I warned the both of them. Not that they were particularly listening, but Mathew gave a little nod which was enough affirmation for me. I took a seat back on the carpeted floor and watched my two favorite people be adorable.

A/N- okay this might totally suck, it’s my first blurb for Mathew so let me know if you have any feedback. Also my requests are open :) that’s all love you byeeeee 💖

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christinarowie332 · 6 months

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“parasite” chris sturniolo x reader

warnings: lots of swearing, gruesome imagery??idfk . suggestive ?

toxic situation ship between reader and chris ….

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parasite .

your phone lights up for the seventeenth time in the last 5 minutes .

"just fuck off man" you whisper to nobody as your phone is flipped over with an exasperated sigh.

exactly 7 minutes ago you got an instagram tag from some random kids account . ignoring the name of the account your eyes flicker over the first few lines in the caption , you pick up on "chris sturniolo" and "girlfriend" along with "public kiss" . your eyebrows furrow and make a home over your now searching eyes and parted lips . your heart drops once again once you click on the actual post with shaking hands .

It's him . your chris . your chris with a girl who looks nothing like you , the exact opposite . She's beautiful . Her jawline is almost drawn in , a sharp angle which blends perfectly into his , as one of his hands holds the side of her waist the other placed on her throat . He's kissing her . your fucking chris . you leave absolutely no time to grieve . as fast as the tears pooled in your eyes you blinked them away . you tilted your head upwards and took a deep breath , exhaling a fast quick one, laughing in disbelief . you shook your head to yourself and straightened your back before sending the post to Chris himself .

"cute thing to find out over instagram chris" you added with the post .

realistically , he isnt your chris . yes you have been seeing each other for months , but you have never once said your together . he says "i'm just not ready baby" "cmon y/n , you know it's not like that , your the only one i want , i'm just not ready yet"

fucking dick

That takes us to now . you sit with your knees to your chest, your deep breaths forcing your breasts to be slightly squashed under the pressure as your lungs rise and fall . The blanket holding you is the only comfort you feel staring at the floor .Holding your vape weaving it between your fingers and flipping it around in your hand . you blink out of your trance at the sound of your phone vibrating next to you . you tightly close your eyes , feeling a slight vibration in your forehead at the hard tension . you open your eyes again and grab your phone which is displaying a call . "dickhead <3" .chris . I went to answer the call before hesitating for a second to take a deep breath .

"i dont wanna hear shit from you chris" you say before even getting phone to your ear

"y/n thats not me bro , i swear to god" he whines out slightly , desperation in his voice clear .

you let out a dry chuckle and roll your eyes , " fucking liar bro , I SAW THE FUCKING PHOTO CHRIS." you exhale a shaky breath and wait for his response .

your left with only silence , hearing him breathe and the distant faint bass in the background .

"not ready my fucking ass , seven months chris . seven months i have wasted , i can't believe you . seven fucking months i have waited for you . seven months i have spent falling in love with you , while you were fucking-" you cut your self off , realising you have absolutley no idea what he has been doing . your bottom lip quivers slightly before you purse them together , biting down hard enough to draw blood .

"im sorry" after a few seconds of silence he finally replies . his voice slightly gruff and hourse .

"fuck you" you say before ending the call and trowing in to the other side of the sofa . it slides under a pillow slightly .

the moment your phone isn't in view . the knot in your chest finally snaps , you feel your heart finally snap and the remaining hope for him go with it .Your chest shakes in the same motion as you sob . fingers that were harshly digging through layers of sweaty skin in your palm make their way to your hair , pulling so hard it could snap . The nausea comes back , turning your stomach like the seasons over a too familiar seven months .

it's only when you hear the front door open do you get up from your pit in the sofa curled up into yourself . you turn your body still sat, feeling confusion and fear in equal parts . your heart rapidly starts beating, enough to snap a rib . you try and take a breath as you stare at the door frame , expecting the worse , said breath gets caught as you hear soft steps approaching you , your eyes widen as you search around your now messy living room . searching for a weapon, or your phone , your eyes scan the room rapidly , grabbing a candle that was sitting on a coffee stained table .

"y/n?" you hear his voice before you see him . His hair is wet , along with his shoulders and upper arms , turning his light grey sweatshirt into a messily patterned sight . his eyes soften as he sees you . searching your expression . Then his eyes flicker to the candle raised in the air , furrowing his wet eyebrows , tilting his head in confusion before curling his lips into a shy smirk.

"a candle ? really?" he says, widening his smirk and taking a step towards you .

he stops in his tracks as you take a step back from him , lowering the candle and throwing it softly on the couch .

"i need you to hear me out , y/n i-"

"Why are u here" you say blankly . " i'm pretty sure i was clear that i was done with you"

his eyebrows twitch at your words , hurt and sadness very evident on his face . his shoulders relax and head tilts slightly .

"I told you it wasnt me . I meant it . I meant everything I said . everything i have done and said . I meant it ."

your eyes search for a lie in his eyes . you find none. What you do find is guilt .

"meant what chris ? what have I meant to you . a fuck buddy? a friend? a fan? please tell me because i dont fucking understand !" your voice which was once cautious and small slowly grows louder , stepping closer to him yelling . "please fucking tell me what it means . who the fuck am i to you !"

his face which was once soft and understanding turned and twisted into a gruesome one . His soft kind features turning sharp like his jawline , which flashes as he turns away from you .

The warm lighting in the room grows colder . The cold aching in your fingertips soothes the burning in your cheeks as you run your hands over your face in exhaustion . as your face is covered by your hands you miss as he swings his body towards you and steps just inches away from you . grabbing your face in his hands and forcing you to look up at him . your eyes scan his eyes franticly , looking between his unreadable one . it's there u see him soften and his eye twitch before taking a deep breath , anxiety poisons the air between you as he moves the hair from your face with his hands.

"look, y/n , you are what i want , i know that , i've always knew that .im just scared ."

it feels as if with just his words , he plunged his hand into your chest. through your cracked and broken rib cage , destroyed by months of deep breaths , your lungs abusing their cage. it was like he managed to find the exact places he broke just hours ago, and with a few words and found his way back home . all he had to do was throw a few words in your face and he stitched up the body of the girl he managed to destroy .

his hands trailed down your arms until they held your wrists . soft manacles seem to click around the space he holds.

"i want you chris , nobody else,, I want you to want me." you say looking him in his eyes , your voice soft and quiet

he trails one finger up your arm , looking at the goosebumps that trail his touch like a shadow until he rests his hand softly around the side of your neck . with this he puts a hand on the crook of your back and inches closer.

his wet hair drips on you forehead as he kisses you . his hands slowly moving up and down your body soothing your aches before they settle on your face , holding you as he deepens the intimacy . your hands ghost over his hands and rest on top of them .

calling him a parasite would be wrong, especially when the host welcomes the symbiosis .

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𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑬 𝑻𝑶 𝑷𝑹𝑬𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑫, 7. year one: up to mid october, 1972

pairing for this chapter—f!lestrange!reader x sirius black warnings for this chapter—sum swear & sirius being a prat word count—2.5k

a short awaited confrontation and a new friend.

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over the course of the month, it seems that the sight of you has become repulsive to sirius. he could not bear to look at you for more than it took to notice you in the crowd or to recognize your voice echoing before the body belonging to it reached him. he’d flee, usually, and refrain, in a completely un-sirius fashion, from making a gigantic scene. this would have been odd to you if only the pain of seeing his hastily retreating back wasn’t too much.

don’t be so harsh with me please, you’d want to tell him, i’ve done nothing but love you.

instead, “what. is. with. you,” and each word punctuated with an angry smack to his forearm. he glares, and he wiggles out the way of your unrelenting pursuit to beat him into submission. his friends watch frozen, stuck somewhere between amusement and desire to pull sirius back into the safe confines of the gryffindor tower. you will not allow them. not this time, at least, “you stuck up, insufferable—“

“piss off,” he nurses his bruises, though you aren’t strong enough to leave any.

you falter in your step, but the anger doesn’t die. he must know how his look wounds. he must. “piss off?” you parrot, and it rings much smaller and fainter than his had, “piss off? that’s all i get from you?”

“expect something different?” he bites, and bites, and bites, and he maims and mars until there is a thread between your hands and his heart thin as ivory wire. his eyes appraise and they dance and they hate, “why don’t you run back to your regulus.”

ah. there it is. the venom.

“sirius-“ james starts, and both of your glares cut him into two.

“shut up,” the both of you, again, together. you mirror his dark look and try to decide which words of the infinite welling quickly are most fitting. they sink with and through you; an anger and a hurt not meant to be felt by someone so inexperienced. when you and sirius argue, it is never as dire, even if it feels like it was. sirius never starts rows he cannot win, even if it’s him that loses most in the end, “family matter.”

james looks as though he’d rather be anywhere else but in the windy courtyard, shadowed by the cold arches of a loggia. peter, cheeks and ears burning, nervously rubs his hands together to dispel the cold. remus, already, is further ways down and watching, waiting for the rest to catch up. you won’t let them, not yet, not till you say your piece and abandon first, because father said the last word is always the winner.

you speak in french because you know he hates to hear it, because it reminds of home and you know he can’t stand home like he can’t stand you now, and it will hurt him, and it will make you happy, “regulus was right about you. you’ve become unthinkably cruel.”

he curls his lip, and it is with so much spite that it makes your teeth ache. his body rolls into itself, ready to explode and spit up his scorn all over your face. the insult must teeter on his tongue. you're more than ready for it. but something cracks and something flips and he reels back a bit, a show of restraint you thought him absent of.

"yeah, regulus, regulus always knows best, doesn't he?" your french mimicked in his mouth is dense, like syrup, "regulus, darling, regulus," a sneer that draws his lip to the high planes of his cheekbones, and a head tilting movement that is patronizing and obscene. it reminds you of his mother, "your regulus, isn't he the fucking best."

"he's not mine," you state tartly.

"hard to believe when he follows after you like a dog," he bites, and bites, and bites, but even through the layers upon layers, the soreness permeates and leaves you stricken into a stupor that only sirius can create, "listens and does everything you say. can't he think for himself. attached to your shoulder like some blithering pest."

you blink back the anger in your eyes. you are not going to cry, you tell yourself. if you do, then he will win, but he always does.

the boys stare at you. you don't know what to say. the feeling of it is tight and burns like an ulcer, "what has gotten into you? why do you hate me? i haven't-" your lips work through their turmoil, "-i haven't done anything to you."

he waves you off, dismissive. his hands tremble with some unspoken rage. "stop bothering me and go back to regulus. he's probably already looking for you."

the end of the conversation hangs heavily between you. sirius sniffs, and turns away in that blasé manner he always has with him, as if all life were a joke. his posture is too stiff and his features are too cold and he joins remus first as james and peter linger. you shake.

"i, uhm," james begins, but your glare silences him again. slowly, carefully, he nudges peter, "c'mon."

they leave, but james looks back. you miss it, head hung in defeat. your emotions threaten to burst free and splinter all over the stone. you think, in a hurry, how could you ever cover them up – with your hands, your body? is it the aftermath already, where everything is too obvious for pretence?

when it rains, it pours. it always has and you suspect it always will.

naturally, you are inconsolable. what a great big joke. no broom closet nor dusty cavern of the castle is familiar enough to hide in, and you cloak, despite its expanse, can hardly protect from sore eyes. the loo it is, locked in some stall and hiccupping. marzipan had mentioned finding a hufflepuff crying not a week in. she thought it amusing, and you did, too – who could ever abate decency and sob in the loo? what a terrible ploy for attention, had the girl expected consolation? no such could ever be found in marzipan, why, she said, and she said it proudly, she laughed quite loud and the crying stopped.

you would die on the spot if someone found you. it would feel like uncovering a horrible secret, being exposed in such a way. aren’t you a grown up? your birthday is soon, on a cold october night. grownups always breathe fine – besides your ditzy aunts – but you find there not being enough air. so much space and so little of it.

you fan yourself, and you heave, and in a tantrum you tussle out your cloak and throw it onto the gleaming white tiles. your cheeks burn and there’s an ache in the apex of your head. crying like this, over a boy, no less? sirius, of all? rabastan would point and laugh, point and laugh, point and laugh.

there’s a knock on your stall’s door and you nearly topple over in a scurry to silence yourself.

“hi, sorry,” the voice is unfamiliar, but it sounds kind, “are you alright?”

perfect, not only have you embarrassed yourself, you’ve aroused the suspicion of an idiot. there’s a gentle creak on the wood, as if a weight has settled. an ear, perhaps, pressed onto the surface, but for what?

you will your shaky hands to settle by your stomach. the fingers pinch and pool on the woollen fabric of your sweater. you gulp, but it gets stuck, and the silence stretches, so still.

“i-yes,” you manage. this won’t do, the tears cling to your mouth, “i’m, i'm okay.”

“do you need some water?”

if you weren’t so distraught, you’d delight at the curtsy. stupidity must be contagious because you shake your head.

“no, no,” you say after a pause.

“a tissue perhaps?”

“i'm fine,” seems you have managed to locate your wits. from some hellish depths, no doubt. swiftly, you retrieve your cloak, “thank you.”

“’s no worries,” the voice pipes. it belongs to a girl, you think, who doesn't budge, and, instead, waits. it seems your dramatics have riled someone. even the staff would scold your sorry condition, all snot and tears and shaking limbs – quite undignified, "can you tell me why you're crying?"

oh, merlin, how wonderful, the prodding and the poking and the horrible sympathy. are you so pitiable? perhaps. in this state. it's still hard to believe a complete stranger has found themselves so comfortable, "if i say i'm not crying will you go?"

the girl laughs, light and tittering. for a moment, it startles you, too, "not very likely."

the air remains stagnant, as if it's thick and spinning. the echoes of your sniffles bounce along the walls. you could tell her to piss off. you've heard it enough in the span of the last hour.

"i had a fight with my friend," you say eventually, "i think he hates me."

"did you do something to make him hate you?"

your forehead grazes the stall door. it leaves a cold spot and it makes you wince, "no."

"hmm," there is a sound of shuffling and more creaking, "well, then i wouldn't be very worried. he sounds like a dick, and what you need friends like that for?"

a great deal, actually. what did you think you were doing these years, clinging to his arm and curling into his bed when it rains? "what am i supposed to do?"

"beat him up, i imagine, and sort his sorry arse out."

you snort, though not very amused, "tried that."

"good start," you imagine her nodding and crossing her arms, "now, if i were you, i'd hex him into tomorrow and we'll never hear from him again."

"sounds wicked," you lament. the thought has crossed your mind, but revenge crumbles into some mushy, pitiful mess if you think on it too long.

"positively evil," she agrees. the silence returns, but it's comfortable, "i’ve got parchment in case you wanna practice curses."

a corner of your mouth quirks. your chest aches, but it's no longer full and painful, "that's alright, thank you."

"always wanted to be an accomplice," you hear the smile in her voice, "no trouble at all."

a final stretch of quiet. it allows you to breathe, really breathe, and pull yourself into order, as it were. it's no pretty sight, the state of you, but it no longer compares to how you first came in, a crying mess. when you open the stall, and face the girl for the first time, a kind face greets you. her brown skin is flush, hair twisted into two plaited horns that are gathered into a half bun, the rest pinned around her head. your nose twitches, itchy.

she grins, "there you are. no longer crying."

the cold from the running faucet burns against your cheeks. the face that peers back at you from the mirror is dishevelled. red-rimmed eyes and wet splotches all over. you grimace, "look like a sordid mess."

"well, yes, but, like a normal sordid mess. like, almost pretty normal," she stands behind. a red lion's emblem is embroidered into her uniform. she tilts her head, "like, i look way worse when i do it. at least you cry prettily."

"oh, you think so?" you turn to her, "no one's ever said that."

her nose wrinkles, but the mirth isn't gone from her eyes, "well, don't suppose you make a habit of sobbing in front of others. lest you wouldn't have barricaded yourself in the stall."

you hum, "quite the excellent point."

she flashes her teeth and nods proudly, "of course, got many," there's a slight silence where she appraises you, "you're lestrange, right? i've seen you in my classes," she asks as though she knows, and extends her hand for you to shake, "i'm dorcas. meadowes. gryffindor.”

“slytherin,” you respond, but shake her hand anyway.

“can tell,” dorcas says, that same lilt of a smile on her lips, “you wear it with pride.”

yes, of course, because that is what lestrange do. her family name is unrecognizable, but you don't think to wonder on it much further. her eyes are friendly and warm, and she takes to fixing the wayward strands of your hair while you dab a bit of tissue paper to your nose. a few seconds go by, and she glances at you from under the hair fallen onto her forehead, "i still have parchment, and we could still get you those curses down."

"haven't the ink to draw any, unfortunately," you reply.

"hm. next time then," dorcas decides for herself, and makes for the door, "think a walk to the kitchens might be in order?" she leaves her invitation open-ended, her gaze expectant, "could use a warm cinnamon bun."

you wonder about her, dorcas meadowes, with the shiny dark eyes and plaits and how well she talks to strange girls who cry in bathroom stalls. "alright," you accept, the smile on your face not as strained, nor sad, nor angry, "lead the way."

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sexydoffyman · 9 months

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Hi! I am a very quiet person, and I never get angry (even somethimes a little but i don't scream and shout). Some years ago happened that a bully (a guy that i kwen since i was 7 yo and literally stalked me in very rude way: from the food, the clothes, the movies, the nail polish, manga, anime, my drawings and lot of other things and every time he tells me cruel words and rude things and every time I replied him to go to hell) managed to makes me angry... very angry. Like, I never scream when i am angry but in that case I started to scream against him. He just stare at the floor the entire time. Can I ask you a reaction for the Red Hair pirates to a girl that is usually quiet and for a reason like mine she starts to scream for angry?

Thank you, I like your blog very much❤️

ANGERED

genre: angst fluff

word count: 737

A/N: It was actually hard to make it at least a little fluff at the end.🐝 I feel weak in the legs.

"Common girlie, it's nothing serious." You heard from the man you spent months on a ship with. "Shanks it is serious." "Maybe not for you, but I'm scared."

To put you in perspective on why you were angry. You had a room in the lower places of a ship. This meant that lots of deep sea creatures would bump into these places on the ship. That wouldn't be a problem alone. The Red Force was a well-built ship, so it wouldn't take any damage. The problem was that these sounds scared you. They scare you a lot.

Shanks ignored the fact. I mean, he was going to move you. But before that, he wanted to tease you.

"Common Shanks, please don't be a dick." Shanks was looking at you with a shit-eating grin. You wanted to punch him in the face so bad. "Oh, common scared of little noise?" "What are you, a coward?" "Cowards aren't accepted on my ship." He said all that like it was nothing. That made you even more angry.

He knew that you wouldn't fight back. Whenever he teased you like that. Being the only girl in the crew didn't help at all. The men with monkey-like brains were making sexist comments and assumptions. You just ignored them. But now they were all chuckling. They took advantage of you for being too nice. And you couldn't do anything about it.

Now you were sick of all of it. Them taking advantage of your kindness. And them ignoring your problem. "Shanks, I'm serious!" you tried desperately once again. "Are you sure that it isn't the time of the month again?" He said teasingly.

*SLAP*

Shanks fell out of his bar stool and looked at you like, you just defeated him. A red mark in the shape of a palm appeared on his left cheek. "YOU NEED TO STOP BECAUSE WHAT YOU ARE DOING IS MAKING ME WANT TO LEAVE!" You yelled at him. The look on his face said that he knew that he fucked up.

Him hearing you say that, you feel like you want to leave his crew because of him. That might just be the worst thing he heard in his life. Now he was worried. He would never forgive himself if you ever left just because he was stupid.

"YOU MIGHT NOT REALIZE IT, BUT I LOSE INTEREST IN BEING HERE WITH EVERY "You really think you can open that? Common, you're a girl." AND IT HURTS!" You yelled your heart at them. You told them every single thing that weighed your shoulders.

Shanks tried to speak and make an excuse, but you cut him off every single time. When you ended yelling at them, you gave them one last glance and started to walk away to that room you hated so much.

You slammed the door behind you and sat down on your bed. You put your back against the wall and cried. You felt like you couldn't win even if you did everything you possibly could.

*knock knock*

You couldn't even tell him to fuck off when Shanks burst into your room. "Shanks, leave now!" You said with tears rolling down your face. Shanks ignored your request and hugged you while he sat you on his lap. You were so frustrated. You punched his side with all your might. But how could you defeat the grip of an emperor.

"Punch all you need, I deserve it." You hesitated to punch him another time. "But I won't let you go because you deserve to be treated well" You cried into the fabric of his coat and started yelling again "I HATE WHEN YOU TELL ME THAT YOU WON'T DO IT AGAIN, BUT LEAVE ME CRYING MY SLEF TO SLEEP THE NEXT DAY!"

Hearing you say stuff like that broke his heart again. He didn't realize he was making you cry every night. He never wanted to make you sad or worse, cry. He just looked at you with eyes that had regret written all over them.

You looked at him. It will gonna be hard, but you will forgive him. And he will do anything in his power to make you not angry at him. You knew that. You knew because of how tight he hugged you. And because of the tears that rolled down his cheeks.

"You can sleep in my room if you want-" "Shut up."

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maximilliansblog · 5 months

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How to build your first fursuit head for ~$100 USD (2023)

What’s good furries? I’m sure a lot of you have a fursona and want to make your first fursuit. I recommend starting with a partial just in case you mess up or fall out of the hobby. It’s also less expensive!

This tutorial will only cover the head. I haven’t made any of the other stuff and I’m probably going to buy it online premade because I’m lazy.

1.) Have a reference sheet for your fursona.

If you are an artist, draw (the best you can) a reference sheet of your fursona from the front, side, and back. I made a little turnaround animation for mine, but this is not necessary.

Not an artist? Don’t want to draw? Commission someone to do it for you. I recommend Etsy, but you can find furry artists with open commissions all over the internet.

No money for commissions? You might be out of luck. Ask a friend or draw it the best you can. Alternatively, you can edit someone else’s fursona reference sheet to make it look like your fursona. Yeah, it’s stealing. Just don’t post it and act like it’s yours 👍

You can also go into the Roblox game, Catalogue Avatar Creator, and assemble something that looks kind of like your fursona. Take a screenshot of it from the front, side, and back, then go into a photo editor (I recommend IbisPaint or MediBang Paint, they are both free) and add in your special details.

I recommend not making your first fursuit super complicated or some kind of rare species. But you do you. It will just be really hard.

Also determine what style of fursuit you want. Toony? Kemono? Realistic? (I don’t recommend realistic for your first fursuit but you do you). This will be important later.

2.) Find Shit to Build It With

Once again, I recommend Etsy. You’ll need:

+ all the fur colors you need (try 2-3)

+ eye mesh

+ 3D printed mask

+ hot glue gun and hot glue sticks (dollar store)

+ needle and thread (dollar store or Walmart)

+ balaclava

+ styrofoam head

+ fabric scissors

+ extra foam pieces for ears or horns

Assemble all of that. It should be around $80-120 USD.

Your 3D printed mask is the most important thing. Another reason to get a relatively common species. Mine was a dragon. Remember the fursuit style you picked earlier? Search on etsy “3d printed [style] [species] furry mask” and you should be able to find one. You can also get pre-made foam heads. I don’t recommend trying to make your own head base, because A) it’s hard and B) those materials cost more money.

This shit will take a while to come in so don’t get too excited about it. My mask took like a month because it came from Germany.

3.) Mark the Color Spots on your Head Base

Basically just take a sharpie and outline the different color regions on your headbase. You can also use a pencil if you’re a pussy /j

4.) Uhhhh Eyeball That Fabric Pattern and Hot Glue the Pieces to Your Headbase

Some people use duct tape to make a pattern. That did not work for me! So I eyeballed it. Made some mistakes. That’s okay.

5.) Trim Down the Fur Length

Most people use clippers for this but I didn’t want to buy any and I didn’t know how to use them so I did it VERY CAREFULLY with scissors.

6.) Fill in the Cracks Between Your Hot Glue Seams With Loose Fur

Look at all this damn fur on the floor! If only there was something to do with it!

Put hot glue between the super visible seams where you hotglued different pieces of fabric next to each other, then pack in some of that loose fur. Cut it down if it’s too long. The seams will be less visible.

7.) Hot Glue the Eye Mesh Behind the Eye Holes

VERY CAREFULLY hot glue this so your character isn’t cross-eyed. You can try follow-me eyes but I didn’t do that with mine.

8.) Add Your Extra Details

You know like whiskers or plastic teeth or a tongue or anything else you want to put on there.

Now you’re done with the mask part.

9.) CAREFULLY Hot Glue Your Balaclava to the Inside of the Mask

The eye hole should be where your eye mesh is so that you can see out. Also make sure some of the balaclava is glued to the top of the mask.

10.) Weigh Down Your Styrofoam Head With a Heavy Rock

Or put it on a stand. Or hot glue it to the table. Whatever works.

11.) Put the Balaclava that you Glued to the Mask on the Styrofoam Head

Pretty simple. The reason we weighed down the styrofoam head is because the front of your mask will be heavy and make it fall over while you’re trying to work.

12.) ????? Put Fur On the Balaclava

You’ll also need to like add some fur connecting the sides of the mask to the balaclava. Hard to explain. You’ll probably figure it out?

13.) Trim that Fur and Put the Trimmings in the Seams Like Before

14.) Take it off of the Styrofoam Head

You may need to cut a slit in the back of the neck of your fursuit head. Not only will it help get the styrofoam head out, now your head can get in and out too!

15.) Put it on

Edit it if something is wrong. It might feel crooked but it’s probably not.

16.) Enjoy!

Hopefully this was helpful! This is how made mine.

#furry community #furry anthro #furry #furry fandom #fursuit head #fursuit #first fursuit #fursuit making #tutorial #fursuit tutorial #partial fursuit #fursuit partial #maximilliansblogstuff

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sgiandubh · 5 months

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Anon rebelde

Como bien señalas en la cena hay matrimonios entonces, que impide que Cait acuda a la misma con el que dice que es su esposo? O ese *esposo solo le sirve de vez en cuando para para calentar los ánimos en un fandom fácilmente caldeable? Ya sabemos que Sam está en Londres así que Cait no puede estar allí y en Glasgow tampoco, esas obras no acaban nunca 🤣

Dear (returning) Anon Rebelde,

Y muy reactiva, hoy. 😉 Como se dice en Chile: 'a ver, a ver/por qué llora esta mujer'?

'As you very well observed, there were couples invited to that dinner. So, why would Cait not be there with the one she says it's her husband? Or would that be that the *husband* is only useful once in a while, to fire up tempers in a fandom that's easily heated? We know that Sam is in London, so Cait cannot be there or in Glasgow, so it never ends. 🤣'

You know I agree with everything you wrote, spare one detail: S was apparently not in LHR in October, when the Belfast dinner took place. I had to go look at my archives and make some sense of the context. And although I am not Marple, I couldn't help but notice last October was a very active networking/promo/shit show month for both of them, as the SAG-AFTRA strike was still not over yet.

Just a short summing up:

October 4, 2023 - C's 44th birthday and another mysterious donation to Project CaiTreena/One Tree Planted. S in NYC for drinks and Departures interview with Sophie Mancini. Fandom gets ballistic speculating - an empty 💩, of course.

October 5, 2023 - S in NYC for the Keepers of the Quaich US Chapter gala, with Norouzi (as I predicted) and Mancini. C's whereabouts unknown - not the US, I suppose. Maybe in LHR, re-enacting that Prophet Song excerpt, on behalf of the Booker Prize?

October 8, 2023 - C spotted in LHR for Harrods Iconic Dining Hall Relaunch hosted by Stanley Tucci, with McIdiot (the only time, that month!). Hullaballo ensues for something very close to a nothing burger. S supposedly in GLA, as shown by FaceTime snippet convo with Amanda Tutschek, Venice Beach topless artist extraordinaire. Date of above FaceTime snippet - unknown.

October 10, 2023 - S confirmed in GLA, likely latergram (IG SS gin pics taken on own driveway). C confirmed in LHR, first by Gareth Bromell, then by Getty Image pics at Loewe Foundation's Studio Voltaire Award. Sans McIdiot.

October 17, 2023 - S signs APUK's Palestine letter, whereabouts unknown (my bet is on NYC/Nevis). C confirmed in LHR at the Portia Coughlan play Press Night/After Party, Almeida Theatre. Sans McIdiot, but with Tobias. LOL.

October 19, 2023 - S on Jimmy Fallon's Tonight Show, in NYC. Ring ding ding proves to be a very effective lookie here, not there prop. C's whereabouts unknown, as S's in the October 10-17 interval (Nevis? both? That would be my best bet, and yeah, go ahead and screech. I DGAF).

October 25, 2023 - S confirmed in GLA, despite posting 'from Nevis' the same day and shirtless thirst trap the next day. C's whereabouts unknown? Not really, I should say.

Back to the Northern Irish dinner - bear with me, Anon Rebelde, I am trying to pinpoint a date, here. Begin Again, Jeffers' book that prompted it, was out in the US on October 2 and in UK/Canada and Ireland on October 10:

October was a dementedly busy month for the author, as shown by the excruciating dates of his North American and UK book launch tours (https://www.oliverjeffers.com/begin-again-book-tour):

One of the events surrounding this launch was held at Belfast's Crescent Arts Centre in partnership with No Alibis Bookstore, on October 24. Best thing? He is dressed exactly like in the NYT article pics.

My best bet is that dinner took place in Belfast on October 24, Anon Rebelde or at the latest on October 25 (next to 0 chance, given the identical attire, but let's allow some margin of error to our estimate).

As for Jeffers' position on the Israel-Hamas Gaza War (which, may I remind you, started on October 7), I think this is a very clear statement:

You draw your own conclusions, Anon Rebelde. I am here to try and bring some clarity in a shitstorm, not brainwash you.

Always waiting for your input, which is much appreciated! Hasta luego, hija de la rebeldía!

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PS: The timeline game was fucking exhausting. I am not the Securitate, so you won't see me play at that any time soon :)

#anon #shitshow

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fieldofdaisiies · 1 year

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two month story wrap up and shout out part 1: x Reader stories

I haven't read many stories in the past months, but I managed to catch up with some. so here we go, a little shout out to amazing creators and my absolute favourite stories I have read lately.

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Son of the Darkness - by @moonlightazriel; Azriel x Reader; do I even need to say how much I love this story? and that it all came form a dream...god, do I love the storyline and how well-developed and varied the characters are. the story has so so much potential and is so different from other Azriel stories, check it out if you have time, it is so worth it.

Song Week- by @moonlightazriel; Azriel x Reader; this was a full week (so 7 stories) inspired by songs; not only was the idea amazing also the stories were incredibly and so beautifully varied.

Buried Underneath - by @bubbles-for-all-of-us; Azriel x Reader; you want angst? then let the queen of angst serve it to you. yeah, she likes to break hearts with her stories, but it is so worth reading them, you will not regret it.

Safe Haven - by @bubbles-for-all-of-us; Azriel x Reader; even though there is a sparkle of angst in it, she also writes amazing fluff, so check out this piece as well, it was sooo so good.

Pretty Princess - by @euphoricpixiee; Ruhn x Reader; there is a severe lack of Ruhn story and this incredibly author does everything to fill this lack. loved the story so much, definitely blushed because it is hooooot.

Ice Cold Kiss - by @azrielscrown; Azriel x Reader, I mean I doubt there is a single not good story on her blog, but this was phenomenal; Jesus I am still feral for it and definitely reread it one or two times; also I am still grateful she chose this picture because that inspired me to post my drawings.

Moonlight Rising - by @azsazz, Azriel x Reader; I mean I can only repeat myself but does this author have one story that is not good? I doubt it. but this piece had me in tears, sooooo cute and fluffy, gaaaah.

Building Bonds - by @cosmic-whispers, Azriel x Reader; I remember reading this when I took a little break from tumblr and just read on the web and not logged in. but I loved it sooo much and will definitely read it again soon. it is sooo cute and I love the idea soo so much, soooo well written, such an incredibly talented author

Overwritten - by @illyrian-dreamer; Azriel x Reader; this author is definitely the second queen of angst, this piece had me in tears and I cannot describe how much I love your writing and stories. this story was perfection.

Stay With Me - by @illyrian-dreamer; Azriel x Reader; yeah, definitely second queen of angst because this was heartbreak and perfection all at once.

Always - by @redbleedingrose; Azriel x Reader; I still cannot believe that this author asked me for writing advice all this time ago; the story is so incredibly and I love that you decided to post it; best decision ever because look what gift you brought for all Azriel x Reader story readers.

Wingspan - by @viradeity; Azriel x Reader; this was such a cute and funny little drabble and I ADORED it. so well-written

general shout out to

@azrielsbabyg @aroseinvelaris @brekkershadowsinger @brekkershadowsinger @kennedy-brooke @acourtofwhatthefuck @acourtofmenandthirst @writingsbychlo @azrielhours @swansworth this is a little shout out for you who don’t posts fics or where I haven’t read that many fics yet or where I couldn't decide for one as I haven't read that many of yours lately. but I wanted to make this shout out for your other contributions to the fandom (or your stories obviously) thank you for all your works and adding so much positivity and love to this fandom.

💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛

#azriel x reader #azriel #daisiies recommondations📖

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sgstories123 · 1 year

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It all started with a pack of Marlboro

It was almost midnight when Ryan walked out of the MRT station. There were so many overtime work this month. He was tired but happy that he is going to get some extra cash. Maybe he will take a short trip to Bangkok. He missed the girls there. The last time he went there was almost 3 years ago before the COVID pandemic.

As he walked towards his HDB flat, he went inside a 7-11 to buy a can of beer and some snacks to reward himself for his hard work. He spotted a young Malay couple outside the store through the glass panels. He had seen both of them several times this last couple of weeks. Both of them were young, in their early twenties at most. The man was tall and thin, often wearing black t-shirts with loud, garish pictures of metal bands.

Ryan was more interested in the woman though. She was slightly rounded but considering the size of her breasts and ass, she was well-proportioned. Like most of the times that he had seen her, today, she was wearing another tight tube top, her cleavage showing clearly. She had on a short, black skirt today, with black stockings and red heels. It reminded Ryan of street walkers often depicted on old Hollywood movies.

As he paid for his food, he started whistling “Pretty woman, walking down the street…”

He pushed open the door to the convenience store and was about to walk off when he heard someone calling out to him.

“Abang! Can help?” The Malay man asked.

“What is it?” Ryan turned to him. The Malay man had a cute, boyish type of face. This type of boyband material breaks many hearts, Ryan thought to himself.

The Malay man looked around furtively before pushing two ten-dollar bills into Ryan’s hands. “Help me buy a pack of Marlboro, can?”

Ryan looked around. There was no one to be seen. He sighed. It was much easier during his time when he wanted a smoke. Now the laws are so strict that he pitied the young man. He took the money and went into the 7-11 again. The cashier looked at him suspiciously, obviously aware of what was happening. Ryan simply ignored him.

Walking out of the 7-11 a second time, he passed the cigarettes and change to the Malay man.

“Thanks, Abang.” The Malay man started tapping the cigarettes pack hard onto his palm, before opening up the pack. He lit a cigarette, and sucked on it slowly, enjoying himself.

Ryan was watching the Malay woman instead. She had thick luscious lips and smooth, dark skin. An image of those thick lips on his cock sprang to his mind, his cock suddenly hard and uncomfortable in his jeans.

“She quite pretty, right?” The Malay man grinned when he caught Ryan staring at his girlfriend.

“Yeah. You are such a lucky guy.” Ryan tried to be nonchalant.

“Look at those lips. She is a damn good kisser.” The Malay man continued, drawing another round of air through his cigarettes. “She is even better with her blowjob. Cannot tahan. You want to cum immediately inside her mouth.”

Ryan cursed the man inwardly. This dirty talk is only fuelling all sorts of images in his mind and his cock was hurting, begging for release from his jeans.

“Yeah. Good for you then.” Ryan muttered. “Have fun. I gotta go.” He needed to reach his home quickly.

“Abang. You help me, I help you. How about $50 for a blow job? Discount for you because you nice guy.” The Malay man pulled Ryan back.

“Thanks. I not gay. I don’t need blowjobs from you.”

The Malay man laughed. “Sorry. I meant she gives you the blowjob.” The man shoved a thumb in the woman’s direction.

Ryan’s interest was piqued. “$50? You sure?”

The Malay man looked around and pointed to the staircase in a nearby block of flats. “Follow me.”

Ryan followed the Malay man with the woman walking slowly behind. Throughout, the woman did not say a word, seemingly oblivious to the whole discussion.

They walked up a flight of stairs, at the landing between the ground and second floors. Ryan fished out a $50 bill to the man and without another word, the woman knelt in front of Ryan, slowly stroking his hard cock through his jeans. It seems that this is not the first time that she is doing this.

Ryan’s cock was hurting so much that he did not really care for foreplay. He unzipped his jeans and pulled down his briefs. His hard cock sprang up, finally released from its prison. The woman took in his whole length in a practiced move, twitching her head slightly to align with the angle of his cock. Ryan sighed in pleasure. The thick lips enveloped his cock warmly. As her lips moved along the length of his cock, they left a trail of warm saliva, like footprints in the sand. She was not shy, like some of the other women who had given Ryan’s blowjobs, taking bits of his cock at a time. She simply swallowed it whole, his cock hitting the back of her throat on its first entry. Ryan held on to her head as she sucked on his cock expertly. The boyfriend was right. She was really good. His cock was begging for release, his muscles in his ass clenching tightly, trying desperately to last longer and prolong his pleasure.

“Stop for a while. I need to sit down.” Ryan pushed the woman off his hard cock. Her saliva was glistening on his cock, dripping down and darkening the cement floor. He sat down on the stairs, two steps up from the landing, catching his breath. His cock was quivering in anger. It wanted to be back in the warm mouth. Perhaps the woman understood his cock better than he did. She crawled over on her hands and knees. Holding his waist for support with one hand, she leaned forwards. With her other hand, she grabbed Ryan’s hard cock and guided into her mouth again. Ryan surrendered to the pleasure. He could not fight it any more. His $50 is going way too fast.

The Malay man grinned and walked behind the woman. He lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties. He licked his fingers and pushed it into her pussy. The woman flinched momentarily but continued sucking on Ryan’s cock. Man, this is one professional cock sucker, Ryan thought to himself. He patted the woman’s head, giving his approval to her professionalism.

The man then dropped his pants and revealed his erect cock. It was long and thick. As the man was rather skinny and with a boyish face, his large cock seemed to be disproportionally large. God was unfair, Ryan thought. Good looks and large cock. Everyone’s wet dream.

The man spit on his cock, lubricating it quickly before pushing it into the woman’s pussy. This time, the woman could not remain passive. She paused, moaning softly as the man’s large cock entered her. Ryan could feel her arms hugging him even more tightly for support as she arched upwards to allow the man to enter her even more deeply. But she only took a moment for her own enjoyment. She returned quickly to her task, sucking Ryan’s cock even more deeply. She seemed to be enjoying herself even more now. Her breath was interspersed with grunts of pleasure.

Above the soft groans of pleasure emanating from the three of them, Ryan heard several loud voices. It was coming from a group of people walking along the void deck below them. Ryan heaved a sigh of relief when the group walked away. There was a small chance that this was their block of flats and they have decided to use the stairs. Be healthy, take the stairs. That was one of the government’s latest campaign.

The danger passed and he relaxed. Without focusing on holding back, the floodgates opened and he released everything that he had been holding back into the woman’s mouth. He jerked forward uncontrollably, holding onto the woman’s head to prolong his pleasure. The man was ejaculating too. He gave several hard thrusts, squeezing the woman between the two of them. Ryan laid back on the hard stairs, exhausted but plainly satisfied. The woman was must have swallowed his cum because she was now licking his cock clean. Gosh, she was really professional. The man sat next to the woman, smiling at Ryan.

“Wah, not bad. You last quite long leh.” He pulled the woman upwards, giving her a kiss on her cum-drenched lips. Looking at Ryan again, he commented “And your cock also quite nice.” Without another word, he leaned downwards, licking Ryan’s cock, taking over from the woman.

Ryan’s cock sprang alive, harder than ever before. He knew he was not gay but the man was even a better than the woman. A moan escaped from him.

“Round 2? I won’t charge you for it.” The man winked at Ryan.

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mbakuetshurisprincess · 1 year

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Back to Black Sneak Peek

AN: Hello everyone! This is just a sneak peek at a fic I’m in the process of editing right now. It’s gonna be a little bit heavier than some of my other stuff so read the warnings before engaging. I wanna have the whole thing out in two days hopefully, but you know how life is! Also, thanks for all the love on The Garden fic. (EDIT: This has been posted!)

Summary: After vowing to never step foot in Wakanda again, unforeseen circumstances bring you back and face to face with everything you left.

Pairing: Shuri x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Cursing and mentions of alcoholism.

Word count: 537

Suggested listening: Back to Black - Amy Winehouse.

You looked between the two of them, deep down you knew this wasn’t a pleasure visit and that there had to be a reason for them to show up on your doorstep. Truthfully, only one person could draw them all the way to America to see you: Shuri.

“If this is about Shuri.” You started. “I can't be involved, I said my peace to her when I left.”

“Y/N.” Nakia said, you could tell by her facial expressions whatever was going on was serious.

“You must come back to Wakanda this instant Y/N,” Okoye instructed with a flat tone, nothing about the way she spoke gave you any warmth. Nakia looked over at her and shot her a look of displeasure.

“So what, she has ordered me back to Wakanda like she ordered me to the throne room that day?” The irritation was plain in your words, two people who you thought were your friends were now sitting in front of you cosigning Shuri’s toxic behavior.

“Y/N-” Nakia tried to speak but you cut her off.

“Has she sent the two of you instead of Eada and Hazida to drag me back to the country, kicking and screaming?” You stood up and started pacing near your window. How could she? Who was Shuri to demand anything from you after what she put you through, especially once you had finally gotten your life back on track?

“She hasn’t left her room in months,” Nakia explained.

“How is that any different from her not leaving her lab? She spent 6 months sleeping in there and no one said a word.” You looked over between the two of them before turning your back and looking out the window. “How is this any different?”

“She smokes every day now Y/N, she won’t let anyone into her room to see her unless it’s Isoke-”

“Shuri smoked when I met her and again I ask how is this any different from her isolating herself in her lab? She refused my visits and only allowed Griot to speak to her. I hear no difference.” You spun around to face them again.

“Y/N she’s-” Nakia tried to speak but you cut her off. You had had enough of this pity show they were putting on for Shuri, Shuri was a grown woman and a queen within her own right. At some point, she had to learn how to take responsibility for her actions.

“No Nakia!” You raised your voice which was very unlike you. Shame running hot through your face you turned back to face the window and lowered your tone as you spoke. “It took me 7 months to put myself back together again, 6 months of heartbreak and mourning, and one month of rebuilding. I loved Shuri, the both of you knew that probably better than she did herself. But Shuri made her decision about us when she did what she did.”

“She’s drinking again Y/N.” Okoye finally spoke, and her words fell softly from her mouth. When you turned back to face her she finally made eye contact with you.

“What?” You asked disbelief plastered all over your face. It was no way you heard what you just thought you heard.

#shuri x y/n #shuri x reader #shuri black panther #shuri imagine #shuri udaku #shuri fanfiction #shuri x you #black panther #black panther fanfiction #black panther imagine #black panther fic #black panther fandom

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melodygatesauthor · 11 months

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Hello everyone!

So I need to bring some attention to something that has happened to me and some others in the community recently. I didn’t want to. In fact, myself and the others involved tried really hard to handle this quietly, but there is an individual who has become problematic and has negatively impacted some of our experience within the (Oscar Isaac) fandom. I’m literally just trying to escape from reality and write fanfic about a man I’ll never have, but I felt like this had to be done.

Drama trigger warning below the cut:

I’m only going to tell my side of this story, because that’s all I can do. It’s not my place to tell the stories of the others who have been affected by this individual. I’m not going to bring the names of my friends into this and if they would like to share their side then they can.

I just want to remind everyone that my page is meant to stay drama free, and that will still be my goal going forward, but this individual has made herself impossible to ignore at this point in time. I hope you all can see based on my post history that it is unusual for me to post something like this and give me some grace while I draw attention to someone who has been an outright bully in our wonderful community.

This community has always been a happy place for me. It’s been a safe space and I feel like this person has been hurting others that I care about and making it a less than pleasant place in the meantime.

The individual in question is @lonely-dark-moon - Anna

This issue started months ago with a friend of mine who I’ll call Friend-A. Friend-A and Anna had been getting along well, and everything was fine. I made it a point to follow Anna’s previous blog, annautumnsoul, which has since been deactivated, to show support and care for Friend-A. I wanted to show Anna that she was welcome with Friend-A’s other friends and I wanted her to feel welcome.

Something happened between them, and if Friend-A would like to openly speak about it they can, but I won’t speak on that at this time. All I knew was that Friend-A was telling me about someone else in the community (Anna) that was making them extremely uncomfortable, and making them feel like they couldn’t interact normally in the community without Anna making Friend-A feel bad or without Anna acting irrationally toward them.

I was told by Friend-A that this person (whose name at the time I still didn’t know was Anna) had commented privately on the fact that Friend-A would interact with me or ask me to look over Friend-A’s work. She (Anna) had told Friend-A that, in short, it made her feel bad that Friend-A would do things with another friend (me), thus making Friend-A feel like they needed to step back from the community to avoid further argument. Eventually, Friend-A asked politely for Anna to leave her alone, to which Anna took great offense.

Friend-A would not tell me who was making her feel this way. I put 2 and 2 together when I saw that Anna had deactivated her account. Friend-A still wouldn’t tell me who it was in the community, but it was easy to decipher. When Anna made her new account, @lonely-dark-moon, I promptly blocked it so as to avoid the drama. As I said, I don’t like to get into this kind of stuff, and I had my suspicions that this was her doing.

Friend-A seemed to feel better after this, starting to get involved in the community again, and that’s when the anonymous inboxes and DMs started. Again, I won’t get into details about those, it’s not my place, but Friend-A was advised by myself and others to block this person that we still didn’t know was Anna (Friend-A only shared the contents of the messages, not who they were from). Every time Friend-A would block her, a new account would surface, and that account would send more messages. I believe there were 7-8 fake accounts made in an attempt to reach Friend-A.

How many times do you need to block someone before they get the hint? I would think only once, but Anna is nothing if not persistent. She continued, making several accounts to harass Friend-A with, and for a long time I continued to tell her to block and ignore. This has been going on for MONTHS (if that tells you how badly I didn’t want to put this girl on blast, I could’ve done this months ago). I really didn’t want it to come to this, I was hoping that we could all just sweep it under the rug and that Anna would move on and leave us all alone.

Friend-A continued to feel unsafe (and still wouldn’t tell me who it was doing this to her), and as her friend, I was being respectful and biting my tongue despite my suspicions that it was Anna. I didn’t want Anna to think that Friend-A was running her name through the mud, because she wasn’t. Friend-A was simply confiding in a friend (me) about someone who made her feel extremely upset.

So…why am I doing this now? Well, because of this:

She made it personal, and she gave me the opportunity to step in and stop watching my friend get harassed and being unable to do anything about it. Now let me be clear. The only personal interaction I had with Anna, other than today, was positive. She was always kind to me and I was always kind to her, so why she said this about me now, I don’t know.

Everyone in my friend circle here in the community, and followers I’ve had for a long time, know that I’m not a bad person. To say “at first you don’t notice it” ok then when do you notice it? Please enlighten me because some people have been waiting since December (when I first joined the fandom) to see the “bad side” of Melody (because there isn’t one. I’m chill and I’m just here to write my silly fics and have a good time). “Some people are afraid of them”, who? Please tell me that too? Because if I’ve done anything to make anyone feel afraid or unsafe then I’d like to know, but I doubt that’s the case. I think the only person who’s afraid of me is the person who called me out on their post and then conveniently deleted it…good thing I took screenshots when I did.

So this leads me to the interaction I had with Anna today.

After seeing this post she made this morning, I put together a well thought out message to her that I sent to her privately. The long and short of it was this:

I know you’ve been harassing Friend-A for a long time. I know you made a post about me today. Are we going to have a problem or are you going to chill out?

She responded by telling me that she doesn’t care about me, that she doesn’t know who was saying that I’m “afraid of me”, and that she doesn’t know why people are afraid of me as long as I leave her alone she doesn’t care.

My problem with her response is this, I tried to leave her alone. I really did. In fact, I haven’t had a day off from work in weeks and you think I wanted to spend my entire day doing THIS? I have so many fics I could be working on right now and you think that this is something I wanted to do? Hell no. I wouldn’t have done this if it wasn’t extremely important to me that her behavior come to a stop.

I genuinely really did want to leave her alone, and so did Friend-A. I mean that with all of my heart. The problem is, that she can’t seem to leave my friend alone (the most recent harassing message only being sent a few days ago), and the spite fic she wrote? Cute. And now she’s bringing me into it by dragging my name through the mud. Enough is enough.

With any luck, you’ll never see another drama related post from me again. I hate that I had to do this but I didn’t know what else to do. How do you stop an internet bully? You let everyone else know what they’re doing. If we continue to keep what she’s doing a secret, it’s just going to allow her to continue thinking it’s ok and hurting other people.

I’m not going to ask anyone to block her, do what you want. I’m also not going to talk about this further unless anyone wants to come talk to me about it privately. If you don’t believe me, and you think I’m evil then by all means, feel free to block me or unfollow me, that’s fine. I really hope you all understand that this wasn’t how I envisioned spending my Wednesday, and it took a lot for me to get to this point because this is fucking not how I want my blog to be, but I couldn’t take this anymore.

Lots of love and thank you,

Melody <3

#discourse #melody talks #thanks for reading if you read it all

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Our Little Secret

Negan x Reader (Rick's Daughter)

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Chapter 2: A Promise (End)

Chapter Summary: War is on the horizon, Rick is ready to fight. Negan took a lot from him, but he will not get his daughter.

Wordcount: 3224

Era: Season 7

- Part 3 of the The One And Only Series -

Note: I'm sorry for any grammar mistakes or wrong spellings, English isn't my first language.

Chapter Index:

Chapter 1 (NSFW) / Chapter 2 (End)

Next Part / Masterlist / Negan x Rick's Daughter Series

The sun is burning down onto your small group's truck. Sweat is running down your temple and your skin is sticking to the car seat. You look up from your book, watching your friends clearing a small suburb you guys found yesterday.

You wish you could help, but your ankle is still healing, one wrong move and you’d tear your ligament again. The incident was about a month ago, but your ankle is still tender and you don’t want to risk anything. Neither do your friends.

Annoyed, you turn the page. Sepsis, finally an interesting topic. You're about to burror your nose into the book again, when the door next to you opens. Sasha, completely drenched in sweat herself, takes the driver seat.

“You need something? Water?” She asks you, slightly smiling.

“No, I’m fine.” You sigh, shaking your head. Sasha makes herself comfortable in the seat, watching the rest of your small team, Carl and Daryl.

You continue reading but after about two pages in comfortable silence, your mind is losing focus. You can't help but let your eyes wander from the book to Sashas bandaged arm. The lengths your friends are willing to go for you, are still blowing your mind.

Ever since you and Negan were discovered, your friends kept you on your toes. Accompanying Daryl on hunts, repairing the walls of Alexandria, babysitting the town's children, organizing the pantry and infirmary.

And the cherry on top of all that were the supply runs. This is the second week in a row your friends took you out of Alexandria, when it’s time for the Saviors to show up. Even though your Dad initially forbad any runs for you for as long as you needed time to heal, he and the others made sure you’d be gone, when the pickups took place. Even if that meant you'd spend the time just sitting in the car, killing the hours with reading.

Obviously your family wants to make you as unavailable as possible. You did not mind at first, sitting around wasn't your thing, but you know it won't work in the long run. They did not tell you, but you noticed. How couldn't you, you were injured but still doing all kinds of chores. And then the incident with Sasha happened.

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You were sitting with the kids in the gardens. While they played with each other, you and Judith were drawing on old cardboard boxes. The rest of Alexandria was either on runs or at the gates with the Saviors.

Usually you'd sneak away, when they begin to load up their trucks, but since your family knows about your secret, everyone's eyes are on you. This week was Sasha your secret watchdog, sitting on a porch and tending to her knife, simultaneously watching you and the activities at the gates. If you'd be gone or Negan seeking you out, she'd have intervened.

You were showing Judith how to draw a rose, when you heard your father's voice, followed by Negans. At first you couldn't make out what they were talking about, but when the two got closer, you realized they were arguing.

Obviously your father tried to get Negan away from you, but it didn't work. An uneasy feeling settled in your gut. These two were loose cannons on their own, but together they were ticking time bombs. You had to defuse them, but did not know how. And you still had to tell Negan you've been discovered, preferably before your Dad blurred it out in the heat of the moment.

You turned around to see both men approaching you, the knots in your stomach growing tighter. Negan whispered something to your Dad, making him stop in his tracks.

After a kiss on Judith's head, you stood up, turning towards Negan. With his signature grin on his lips he made his way to you. The palms of your hands began to sweat and your heart took on speed, this confrontation was most likely to get ugly.

"There is my favorite Alexandrian!" Negan yelled in greeting. Your eyes darted to your Dad, who clenched his hands into fists at that comment.

"Hi." You responded with your hands on your hip, trying to look calmer than you felt. "Can I help you?"

He stopped in front of you, his eyes roaming over your body before he wetted his lips. He nods at your leg. "Got better?"

"Yeah, but still gotta be careful with it." You explained, your eyes traveling between Negan and Rick. Former noticed your discomfort, assuming it was caused by the audience.

Negan came even closer, placing his gloved hand on your arm, squeezing lightly. Out of the corner of your eye you could see your Dad storming towards you, ready to explode.

"How about a walk, Y/N? I'd like to see for myself, that it got better, meanwhile we can talk about your infirmary-"

"She's busy!" Rick interrupted, rushing to your side. Negan let go of you, visibly annoyed. "She's watching the kids. I can answer-"

"No, you can't." Negan stated, gesturing at you. "She's in charge of the infirmary, so I'll be talking to her."

He's been about to reach for you again but your father did not let go, slowly stepping between you and Negan. "She's staying with the kids. You can talk to her here."

Negan had to huff a laugh, though you could tell he was not amused. "There are enough people at the gates, standing idly around like useless shits. I'm confident in you to find another babysitter, Rick."

You've been about to move around your Dad, trying to end the argument by silently obeying Negan's proposal, when your Dad took your hand, forcing you to stop.

"Dad, it's fine." you tried to assure him, but he wouldn't let go.

"You stay." He ordered with anger in his voice.

Negan narrowed his eyes, his patience running out. He leaned forward, towering over the other man. "Listen up, Prick-"

"Y/N!"

Sasha's voice catched the attention of you three, stopping the argument for a moment. The woman came running towards you, holding her arm.

"Christ!" You muttered, when you saw blood dripping from where her hand was covering the arm. You wiggled out of your father's grasp and rushed towards her, as fast as you dared with your leg, meeting her halfway.

Blood spilled uncontrollably out of a seemingly deep cut on her forearm. "Shit! What happened?" you asked, tearing a strip of fabric from your tank top.

"I don't know. My knife slipped out of my hand, it happened so fast." Sasha rumbled, breathing fast and shallow.

You wrapped the fabric tightly around her arm, right above the wound to reduce the blood flow. "I think we still have some gauze."

Carefully you pulled her towards the street. "Quick, I have to stop the bleeding!"

You two hurried through the town to the infirmary. Once inside, you pushed Sasha into taking a seat on the cot. Hastily you digged through your supplies, grabbing clean water, rubbing alcohol and a sterile compress.

Jumping onto your roller stool, you got to work. First you cleaned the wound as best as you could, furtunelly it almost stopped bleeding. Once done, you examined the damage.

"Deep enough for stitches?" Sasha asked, way calmer now.

Your eyes didn't leave her arm, when you replied, "Hm, no. I don't think so, but-" Your eyes shoot up to meet hers, your eyebrows frowned. "Wait a second..."

Sasha looked at you expectantly, staying quiet.

Realization hit you and you had to suppress a groan, when you threw your head back in frustration. "Please tell me you didn't do that on purpose."

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

She did. It was a desperate attempt to get you away from Negan and it worked. You've been mad at first but in the end it helped to defuse the tense situation.

Your eyes shift from Sasha towards the street in front of you. “You guys know you can’t hide me forever, right?” Sasha looks at you with the same expression she had, when they confronted you about Negan. Sadness mixed with sympathy. It’s making you feel sick. "I know you’re all trying to protect me and I love you for that, but-”

Sasha takes your hand in hers, squeezing it lightly. “We know, but we'll try."

You watch your brother carrying small crates with food out of one of the houses. Daryl is taking out walkers in the meantime. Luckily there are not many, so far your small team encountered only five.

“Did Daryl tell you about The Sanctuary?”

You look back at Sasha, leaning back on the seat, crossing your arms. “Not much, I know he doesn’t like talking about it and I won't pressure him.”

Sasha crosses her legs, leaning against the door to face you completely. “Do you know about the wives?”

You turn your face away from her, looking out of the window, chewing on your cheek. You do and it hurts way more than you care to admit. Next time you and Negan cross paths, you'll throw it at him. "I know about them."

"Rick's afraid Negan's going to do the same to you-"

"He won't!" You almost hissed, your head snapping back to Sasha.

Your friend is taken aback by your outburst, her eyebrows raised and eyes wide open. You want to say more but you're too angry right now, you'd say things in the heat of the moment, that you most likely would regret.

Negan never forced you to do anything so far and you are very confident he won't start now. He always accepted your no's, as few as they were. But of course your friends wouldn't believe it, so why waste your breath explaining them?

You let your eyes wander from Sasha back to your brother and Daryl. You bite your tongue, preventing yourself from speaking your mind.

"Y/N, we just-"

"I don't wanna hear it." You reject. "I'm still here and not going anywhere."

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Negan makes his way towards the gate, whistling as his steps take him closer. The people of Alexandria are already waiting for the weekly pickup. With Lucille on his shoulders, Negan's eyes search for his sweet thing among the crowd. Only to miss her again.

He can’t help but wonder if he somehow upset her again. The avoiding-like-the-plague game did she only ever pull off, when she was angry with him. But nothing in particular comes into mind, which leads the leader of the Survivors to the conclusion that Rick was trying something and Negan is eager to find out what it is.

“Rick!” He calls and her father flinches. Negan comes closer, her father not meeting his eyes. Lucille is hanging between the two men. “Rick, when I ask you where the fuck Y/N is and you again come with the same scavenging shit, I’m gonna have a heart to heart with you.”

Rick keeps his eyes on the ground when stuttering “She- she went about two hours ago.”

Negan takes a deep breath, letting his head fall back. This shit is getting tiresome. His time is too valuable for this. “Get fucking moving!” He growls in anger, almost dragging Rick into hisr family's house. Negan pushes Rick through the door, causing him to stumble and almost fall.

When the door behind them closes, Negan turns his attention back to Rick. “Are you hiding your daughter from me, Rick?” He asks, slowly closing the distance between them. His expression tense, his annoyance clearly visible.

Rick tries to stand straight, despite his fear of Negan. It had to come to the confrontation eventually. When he and his inner circle discussed what Michonne saw, all of them agreed on keeping his daughter out of Negan's reach. There was no doubt in Rick's mind the Saviors would use her as a bargaining chip, or even worse.

Her father casts his eyes from the floor to Negan. “I won’t let you touch Y/N any longer!”

That brings his swagger to a stop, making him stand still at the door. He stares at Rick for a few seconds, stunned, before he replies. “Who the fuck told you?”

No one knew about them, not Alexandria, not the Saviors. The both of them wanted to keep the thing between them a secret. Aware of the consequences she would have to suffer, if anyone ever found out. Surprisingly Negan actually enjoyed having her as his little secret.

“It doesn’t matter.” Rick responds, his anger rising. “What matters is that I'm keeping her safe from you!”

Negan's eyebrows knit together and his lips form a thin line. “The hell are you talking about?” Slowly he steps closer towards Rick again, towering him. “Safe from me? You do realize your sweet little daughter is a fucking smockin’ adult now?”

Rick balls his hands into fists, his whole body starts to tremble in anger. “You have your harem, leave my daughter alone!”

“What was that, Rick?” Negan spat, entering Rick's personal space. “Did you just gave me a fucking order?”

“No, but a promise.” Rick's eyes burn with rage. “If you ever force yourself on her again, I’ll cut-”

“Careful with what you are accusing me of!” Negan tightens his grip on Lucille. “Never have I ever done something she did not want.” He lets that sink in for a second before he adds, with a smug smile on his lips: “Otherwise she would not chant my name like a fucking prayer.”

That's enough! Unable to fight his anger any longer, Rick launches forward, his fist flying towards Negan's jaw. But Negan reacts fast, dodging the blow successfully. In return he rams Lucille's cap into Rick's stomach.

It’s knocking the air out of his lungs, forcing him to bend over. Negan takes the chance and kicks Rick's feet away, causing him to fall face first to the ground, groaning.

“Angry?” Negan asks rhetorically with a shit-eating grin on his face. “Good. In case you forgot, let me refresh your memory; I own this place, I own everyone living in here, I own you and I own her. And I don't fucking appreciate having hidden what is mine. Next week, same time and you better make fucking sure she is here!”

And with that he takes his leave, whistling while making his way back to the trucks. Rick forces himself to stand up again. He balances himself on the wall, one arm around his middle.

Once the Saviors are gone, he has to come up with a plan. He'll stop this, he has to.

When Daryl talked about Negan's wives, Rick was more than disgusted. The thought of his daughter being forced to become one as well, made his stomach churn. When she learned about them, Rick could tell she was hurt and that she’s been trying to hide it.

It made him question the nature of the relationship between her and Negan. But in the end he decided it doesn't really matter, because he will put an end to it.

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It's late at night, when your team joins the rest of Alexandria in Spencer's backyard. Every week, after the Saviors left, the town would gather around a large campfire, releasing the tension of the day with food and booze.

As usual, you take your seat between Daryl and Carl on your designated camping chair. You love nights like this, it feels like home. The people would trade stories, laugh and simply have a good time. But when you hug your knees to your chest, meeting Michones eyes, you sense something is different. This is not one of the common nights out.

Your father and Michonne share a glance, before she stands up, hushing the group. All eyes are on her. "We have to discuss something. I'm fed up with the Saviors and I know a lot of you feel the same."

Your face falls and your shoulders tense up. Where is this going to lead?

"For months now we struggle to make ends meet, and no matter how good we hide our stash, we always have to live in fear of getting caught and being punished. We've lost many people and know that others will follow eventually. So I'd like to propose a way out."

War. The first thing that comes to your mind. But that can't be right. Michonne and your father wouldn't risk Alexandria, would they? Your group lost so many people to bad decisions, clearly they would not do that again, right?

Michonne continues, "If we'd form an Alliance with Hilltop, we might stand a chance-"

Your scoff takes the attention from Michonne to you. "You're kidding, right?" You ask with a forgery smile on your lips. "Hilltop is the reason why we are in deep shit in the first place."

If not for Hilltop, the Saviors would have never found Alexandria. Glenn, Abraham, Finn could be still alive today, if your father wouldn't have agreed to attack one of Negan's outposts.

"Michonne is right." Rosita agrees. "We can't live like this forever. Even with the majority of our supplies hidden in the sewer system, it's only a matter of time until they find out or everything around here is scavenged and we'll starve."

"Do you know how much danger you would put us in?" Spencer asks. You can't stand this guy, but you share his opinion.

Your father argues, "It's worth a shot-"

“Worth a shot?!” You look at your father in disbelief, “Are you kidding me? This is not something you can turn your back on, if it doesn’t work out as planned!" You yell, unable to keep your frustration in check. "You wiped the satellite station, even though I begged you not to and now you want to make the same mistake again? How many of us have to die until you understand war is not the answer, nor the only option?"

Rosita crosses her arms, glaring at you. "What's another option, Y/N? Spreading our legs like you do?"

"Shut the fuck up!" Daryl snarls, his eyes throwing dagger at her. It almost makes you smile to know that he'll have your back no matter what.

"Okay." Placing your beer on the ground, you rise to your feet. "Let's see. Raise your hand, if you think we should wage war against the Saviors."

Michonne looks around the crowd, "We should at least consider-"

"Raise your hands!" You repeat.

Rosita, Michonne, your father and several others raise their hands, though they are far from being the majority.

"All of you", you address them. "All of you are free to leave Alexandria."

"Y/N-" Your father tries but you continue.

"No, I'm serious! When you start to revolt, we are all gonna have to pay for it."

The crowd around the fire starts to mumble. Some voices are getting louder, agreeing with you. You release a breath you didn't realize you've been holding. It's assuring to know that the majority of the town is against taking actions. At least for now.

Your eyes roam around the people, before they meet your fathers again, silently pleading him to abandon the idea. Again he and Michonne share a glance and the woman sits back down on her chair.

But you know that this is not gonna be the end of it.

Chapter Index:

Chapter 1 (NSFW) / Chapter 2 (End)

Next Part / Masterlist / Negan x Rick's Daughter Series

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✿ ━━━━ drew's birthday advent .

the countdown to d day (drew day) has officially begun and luna is well prepared for it! wanting to do something incredibly special for the first birthday spent as a couple, she put together a birthday advent calendar for him. knowing who he is, luna didn't just drop off all the presents (he'd open them in a night); instead, she planned carriers to deliver him a present idea with each one coming with a hand written note. / annoyingly lengthy details below. ( @hntedhouse )

a complete look at the advent calendar can be found here.

day 1: luna arrived at minute on May 1st with the first gift in hand: A orange themed gift basket with her corny note attached: Happy Drew Month! Orange you glad it's your birthday? Sweets for my sweet as we start the countdown to the big day (:

day 2: the carrier deliveries start on the 2nd at 11am and the first to arrive was a little friend of a dice bag with the note: maybe if grimace was canon to a dnd game then this is what he would look like! gruesome! grimace's evil twin! (:

day 3: wouldn't be luna if she didn't gift something practical/useful but still odd so (as an attempt) to save his glasses from his clumsiness she got him a skeleton glasses stand with the note: i hope this little guy helps look after you and your glasses when i'm not able to

day 4: spoiler alert for the valpo calendar later but there will be a star wars film event on there where they stitched commercials into the movie to avoid cutting to commercial break at aire libre and ofc luna had to snag them tickets to drew can freshen up on his saber skills. the note attached read: i hope tara is date night ready (: can't wait to have you explain star wars to me while we watch star wars <3

day 5: the picture might be pink and blue but let's use our imaginations because we know she bought them in black and orange lets be so fr!! anyway, mini versions of their octoselves that have magnets inside so they "kiss" with the note: since it's morally gray to stitch myself to you, we could at least have mini versions of our octoselves (: and they kiss!! (:

day 6: if these games suck luna can in fact be blamed <3 honestly, she was looking for more things they could do together. the note read: selfishly, i'd like to spend even more time with you even though i'm very bad at games, you're very good. teach me? (:

day 7: supportive ghoul is supportive, thought horror "motivational" posted would do some good or at least give him a giggle. the note read: i know you've had a rough go on the drawing front; i hope these completely normal and regular motivational posters help (:

day 8: the jason voorhee t-shirt lives on only made worse by her own foolishness. it took so much will power to get him a yellow shirt but she made up for it by maybe getting a size slightly smaller for the arms of the all you dont see the vision like she does anyway note read: my favorite thing you've ever worn has been a jason voorhees t-shirt, so i'm adding to the collection (if you'll have them) (:

day 9: piercing lore is coming back around too don't worry!!! ofc because luna is who she is they had to get him something with a moon pendant on it but the stone is at least HIS birthstone!! note reads: i promise not to be bitter about matching piercings with rafa if you wear this one sometimes (: (ps. not bitter, i think its cute) <3

day 10: there's like no pillows in that house omfg she's working to retcon that right now!!! cute little ghost pillows (yes they are them in her head anyway) note reads: just some comfy reminders that you're my BOO (: and i'm yours <3 eternally <3 death is for quitters (: (you'll get that later)

day 11: again, wouldn't be luna if she didn't try to make his life easier with something practical. a cute little inhaler holder that he's certain to lose but yknow the effort is there. the note reads: it drives me 'batty' when you leave without your inhaler. this is to keep it close for when it's not me taking your breath away ):

day 12: they are really my man my man my manning this i'm sorry but naturally matching lego key rings. trying to mimic their favorite picture of him ig, note reads: i googled some lego puns because i wasn't clever enough on my own so here we go: i can never 'lego' of you. a physical reminder of such (:

day 13: one of those scratch off as you watch movie posters only they got it customized with movies that are his favorites that she hasn't seen, their favorites that he hasn't seen, and then overall horror classics neither (she thinks) of them have seen that they can experience together. the note reads: stalked your letterboxd for this. some of your faves i haven't seen, some of my faves you haven't seen and some classics to experience (:

day 14: probably the thing she's the most nervous but she did get an art piece commissioned of the two of them if they were drive in characters (they don't know and realize that she inspired his main character somewhat sorry drew). the note reads: i wish i could've drawn this myself, but there was a lovely artist kind enough to deal with my nitpicky behavior enough to draw the two of us characters in Drive-In (: I know you might not feel it right now, but you're incredibly talented, mi vida. I'm your biggest fan!

day 15: some more dnd nerd things she knows nothing about but reddit told her it was a potentially cool and nice thing to do. the note reads: i read on reddit that dice towers give you good luck and i know you're really good at games, but i think it'll elevate your costume!

day 16: honestly this made them laugh so hard, but one of those ~live laugh love~ esque home decors but in a horror nature with little horror legos beside it! the note reads: rae dunn meets charles lee ray! if you need help deciding where to hang your new friends, i'm always around <3

day 17: another one of her attempts at making friends with tara. sorry drew, i fear this will start lunas constant attempts at buying him things for the car he will have to dip and dodge from ODIFJGOISFDHJGOFSDHGI. the note reads: i know Tara and I aren't on the best of terms (her fault) but i think it would be nice if she had a friend almost as cute as you around always.

day 18: just a cute little night light. the note reads: the only mood lighting we'll ever need (:

day 19: again, the comfy department in that apartment is tragic so she bought a blanket for movie dates. the note reads: in this life, the afterlife, and all the other we have yet to learn about. i'll always float to you (:

day 20: accepting her mortal enemy as something that makes him very happy and getting him a custom woodsboro house lego set complete with mini scream lego figures. the note reads: gale weathers gave her own personal stamp of approval on the design, but she thinks it won't be complete until you build it. i agree. no pressure.

day 21: they attempted to make something that wasn't jewelry for him and well... the picture is what they ATTEMPTED to make but what came out was more like this. funny though. anyway, the note read: it's the thought that counts? ): i'll try harder next time and when i get it right i'll regift!

day 22: yall she did their best but they don't know a thing about bowling be so fr OUJHJIFKDFUIKODSJFKAO anyway the note reads: i know neon is your favorite color so i hope wearing bowling shoes you feel looks best will help you play the best! cheering you on always (:

day 23: his love of color really pulled at her strength but she at least found some black ones too <3 the note reads: i just thought you'd enjoy these and they can keep you cozy in the upcoming winter months (:

day 24: a funny little guy for their funny little honey <3 the note reads: little guy looks almost as friendly as you! i think he'd be great at greeting anyone who comes in your room (me) (: *** yes i butchered the note on the edit sorry don't jump me

day 25: they think he's a scream fan or something and mentioned it to their mom who just happened to be in scream and she dug up some original promotional poster for him signed by her and a few other cast and crew she may have reached out to??? anyway note reads: padre y madre send their love and this! they pulled it from the vault, signed by a few familiar names i think you may know? you're a fan right?

day 26: CORNY ALERT yeah they wrote him about 5 songs and burned it on a cd, very 2000s romcom of her she thinks. the songs are ones they recorded by themselves all guitar/piano focused very softly sung because they feel the words are very fragile. note reads: i'll let the songs speak the things i find hard to // me & you together songs found here.

day 27: a sap who keeps track of all their anniversaries luna is well aware that the anniversary of when they first met and the con they met at is quickly approaching and it would be a shame if they just idk booked a trip for them to new york to go?? how do those tickets get there? the note reads: a new countdown to where it started has to start now (: 18 days <3

#⸻ luna dominguez herrera : creation .#⸻ luna dominguez herrera : musings / drew .#this is corny and excessive but honestly? so am i so what now #anyway #THE TWENTY SEVENTH? COULDNT MAKE HIM BORN ON THE 15HT?#its okay we saw it through my boi #PFDSLIOJFIOLFSDJSOFIDJGFOSDIJHGFSD

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angelasscribbles · 8 months

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Sunday Six 09.17.23

I know I haven’t posted a chapter in a couple of weeks. I’ve posted extras, character boards, memes, links, cleaned out most of my asks, etc. But no story updates.

Rest assured that it’s simply because I have so much on my plate. Sometimes I get fixated on one story and you get regular, frequent (maybe too frequent) updates on that one story, while the others can sit untouched for months. Other times, my interest, and my attention, bounce around like a damn volleyball and while I’m still writing regularly, I have multiple projects I’m running between so many things are getting closer and closer, but nothing is actually ready to go yet.

Throw in that both the school year and volleyball season are back in full swing and I am underwater with projects, obligations, and events in real life as well.

No promises on the when of any of the below, but I wanted to give a little update about where I am with all the things. So without further ado…..

Spoilers are under the cut:

ONGOING SERIES….

Heir Apparent Chapter 21:

In the months following the press conference, things settled considerably with Liam. He had stopped pushing the idea of a Cordonian Arrangement and had been nothing but solicitous and courteous with both Drake and Riley.

All of them continued with therapy and progress had been made. Liam and Drake gradually fell back into the patterns of their lifelong friendship as the tension between them eased.

Riley and Drake agreed to relocate temporarily to the palace as they awaited the birth of Cordonia’s heir. While things had calmed between the three of them, the press had only ramped up their frenzy over the impending birth.

Riley couldn’t go anywhere without being set upon by the paparazzi, so she stopped going out. Everything and everyone came to her. It was both a perk and a restriction of being the mother to the heir apparent to the throne.

The baby was doing well, they had collectively decided to wait and find out the gender at birth. They had learned to do a lot of things collectively, everyone was settled and happy, or at least content with the way things were.

Then all hell broke loose.

Savage Love Chapter 35:

Leo

I shifted nervously as the car pulled up in front of the small, clapboard house on a quiet residential street in a working-class neighborhood. We had opted for a sedate sedan rather than drawing undue attention by pulling up in a limo.

If Max was right, she was here. If Riley’s intel was correct, she was in Hidar. But even if she wasn’t home, perhaps the woman that raised her would be and I could get some answers. If she was home, then I was about to meet my sister for the first time.

My sister.

The Dark Kingdom Chapter 6:

She took a step sidewise, away from Drake and toward the door, “Maybe I should leave. Coming here was a mistake-“

“Riley please!” Drake’s hand shot out to stop her, but he halted his momentum as he watched her flinch away from him. He drew his hand back and then held both of his arms up in front of him, palms open, “I’m sorry! I understand what you’ve been through, and I would never do anything to-“

Her gaze swung wildly from Drake to Liam, “You told him?”

“No!” Liam looked aghast, “I mean, not exactly…not like you think!”

“What other way is there? Either you told him, or you didn’t!”

Liam met her eyes with equanimity, “You told him… when you told me.”

“I…don’t understand….”

Drake’s gaze bore into her, but he didn’t attempt to grab her again, “Please give us a chance to explain!”

Unexpected Chapter 7:

“Besides that, I’m pretty sure there’s something going on between her and Beaumont.”

Liam’s head snapped up, his brows furrowing, “Bertrand?”

“No,” Drake snorted, “Maxwell.”

Liam sat back in his chair, steepling his fingers and bringing them to his lips, “Why do you think that?”

ONE-SHOTS

(Titles are just working titles and will most likely change)

Four (Bad Romance):

The air was thick with anticipation as the door to the royal apartment closed behind them.

“Would anyone like a drink?” Liam asked, suddenly a little stiff. He had very little sexual inhibitions. By any standards, he was pretty adventurous. He was both a voyeur and an exhibitionist, he liked to watch, he liked to be watched. He was pansexual, the attraction was about the person, not their gender. His relationship with Riley was open sexually, they both indulged in the occasionally meaningless hookup. He was no stranger to group sex. Being part of a committed throuple, threesomes were common enough. Bringing a third, or fourth person in had happened on a few occasions.

None of that was the problem.

His eyes slid across the room surreptitiously as he poured thirty-year-old bourbon carelessly into four tumblers while taking in his best friend’s nervousness.

At least he wasn’t the only one.

Drake was the problem. The man was gorgeous but straight. Liam had put any unrequited romantic or sexual feelings in a box and locked it long ago. They were friends.

Best friends.

Their relationship had survived falling for the same woman but their arrangement, up until now, had kept their respective sex lives with her separate.

The memory of Drake naked in the shower after their last workout flitted through his mind and his dick twitched.

Shit.

Leo Smut (A Bad Romance Prequel Story):

Leo Rys, former crown prince, and current international playboy made his way leisurely through the crowd, searching for prey. The BRIC Celebrate Brooklyn Music Festival was one of his favorite New York events. All summer long, free, outdoors, and full of eligible, hot women.

He had been at loose ends since he abdicated the throne. Sailing around the Mediterranean on a cruise ship had been amusing for a little while. Until he’d gotten his heart handed to him. Again.

He knew he should be doing something with his life, but he didn’t know what. Not yet. He would give himself a couple of years to have fun, then he would get serious about something.

Meanwhile, he was on the prowl for his next good time.

He spotted her next to the stage. The lead singer was eye fucking her, and she wasn’t exactly discouraging it.

She was wearing a crisscross tie-dyed halter top, her hair spilling down her back in luscious dusky waves as she undulated her body seductively while keeping her eyes locked on the singer.

His focus narrowed. Target acquired.

NEW STUFF/COMING SOON(er or later)

Cordonian Royal Airlines

Insurrection Chapter 2

The long-awaited follow-up to King Breaker. I really wanted to post a snippet, but almost every line is a huge spoiler so just know that it’s in process.

Queen of Hearts:

Premise: Crown Princess Riley Rys has no interest in marrying any time soon but she’s not above taking advantage of the diversions offered by the endless stream of hopeful young noblemen that are paraded in front of her by their ambitious parents. But what happens when someone a little more…common catches her eye?

Format: A possibly open-ended series of the ongoing adventures of Cordonia’s untamable princess. (Still deciding)

Credit to @karahalloway for the series title.

Disclaimer: I know I’m not the first or only person to flip Riley into the role of royalty and I’m sure I won’t be the last. This is simply my take on it.

A/N: While I’ve made Riley the princess, I have not flipped Liam into the commoner role (that role belongs to Drake), but I have, instead, made Leo and Liam members of the Cordonian nobility.

Board:

#angelasscribbles #sunday six #the royal romance #trr #the royal romance fanfic #trr fanfic #trr fandom #choices

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anaquariusfox · 1 year

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No shade towards this user! But I would actually love to address this statement or thought process.

(And its actually £37 for you!)

But nonetheless, there are many things to consider when you’re criticizing an artist for the price of their works and here are a few!

How much time goes into the process of a piece(s)!

For example, I made not only one zine, but two in the span of 7 months. While working a 40+ hour a week active job. So all my free time was consumed with this zine. You may think $43 is a lot for a zine, but I am just one person make a whole NSFW zine. I wasn’t one of 20+ artists and fic writers putting one piece into a whole zine. And I won’t undervalue myself and my time! Also, most of my commissions, for one custom piece, cost more than not only my nsfw zine, but both my zines combined.

How much time goes into the technically side of the piece(s) (I.e. creating the actual zine with printing companies and sizing and resizing, and shipping and handling artists usually handle themselves)

For myself, it was hours and hours of file converting and resizing and in the end it still didn’t look good in zine previews, that’s why I decided to go digital.

The exclusivity of the artwork(s)

You’ll find a lot of things of this nature are either limited time products or exclusive to the product itself! For example, all my pieces in my NSFW zine, are for the zine supporters only, as well as my SFW being half favorite pieces and half new, zine exclusive pieces!

The content of said artwork(s)

My zine for example, is a “taboo” type of artwork, it’s basically a book full of porn. Not a lot of artist draw porn and even less nsfw artist, share it on social media! But here I am, sharing a whole exclusive zine of porn for two lovable characters! Oh, and as trans characters haha. They’re t4t in my zine because I draw the representation I want through my favorite characters!

* And in the end really! *

You’ve got to understand, as artists, we are putting out so much free content on social media. Whether it’s every day, every other day, once a week or once a month. You, as a consumer of our work, get free content (both old and new), all for free! Is that not wild?! For example, people pay $10 a month to see all the porn I’ve ever drawn on Patreon on then get to see the latest porn and sfw stuff I post! Ive been told by so many friends that I should charge more even! But that’s not the point of this post.

Artists could never share again, or put their craft and skills behind a massive paywall, but we love sharing and putting art into the world, cause fuck, a world without art would kill me. I literally love scrolling through my social media and seeing all my mutuals and artists I follow share their work and interests through art. I love seeing their minds work and what they felt so proud of to share it with the world.

And on top of that, if you think something is a bit too high in price, just remember all the free content the artist puts out, remember what art piece you love the most from them and why you followed them in the first place maybe! And by purchasing an item(s) from them, is a way of showing them support for all the joy their art has brought you 🫶😊 and just supporting artists in general vs large corporations who usually underpay their artists or just straight up steal art.

**In the end, I won’t undervalue my time and skill for a quick sale cause I’ve had people happily support me at the prices they are and I’m so grateful te for them.**

*** No artist should undervalue their work! We have a skill and took time to create this skill and study our skill to become better and better 🫶***

I do hope that anyone with the same mind set as this user, might have a new POV on the artists side/ BTS side of an artist and content creator when judging their prices.

#artists #art #text #I was just having this conversation with my mutual! who #when I was going to support the whole set of plushies and keychains #but couldn’t it was like $200 usd #so I asked if I could do the 2 plushies and 2 keychains instead #and he said he wished he could lower the prices but just couldn’t #and I said nah man don’t worry about it! making these cute fucking plushies and charms isn’t cheap!#and I’m happy to support you and get cute lil items in return!#and told him this conversation above and he felt so much better after that #I’m like dude??? you’re putting out so much free content on top of super cute merch like a mf machine!#you price it what it’s worth! don’t undervalue yourself!#and there are even artists out there I just love but couldn’t support their items and merch cause it was just too much! I understand that #but I’d never go to their profile and say wow? $70 for a plushie? :/ /#cause I understand the work and time that goes into making it and producing a product!

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