#not working for 48 hours if i can help it challenge

[lundenloves]

OMG OMG OMG HEAR ME OUT PLEASE! What if Simon/Ghost comes back home from deployment and is really stressed, annoyed and angry from a mission. He’s left alone with his oldest daughter in the house and has this horrible fight with his oldest daughter and I mean like screaming because the oldest daughter can’t find her shirt and he refuses to help until finally she blurts “I hate you” to him out of the heat of the fight…CAN THIS SOMEHOW END WITH MAJOR FLUFF BETWEEN THE TWO?! If it’s too much just ignore me❤️❤️ Thank you, I love your work🤭🤭

{✧} hello beautiful anon, you have seemingly given me life? banged this out in around an hour. if it seems like it only took an hour, please ignore that or i’ll drown myself in a loch. hope i’ve done your ask justice? thank you for asking for angst, that’s probably why it got done so fast 💀

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It was quiet in the house. Just quiet enough for Simon to process what had just happened in the last 48 hours — yet not quiet enough for his ears to ring from constant gunfire. It was a happy medium, alone bar his oldest who jogged up and downstairs at record paces. Flipping the living room upside down, and the pile of clean washing on the bottom stair was tossed to the floor in a desperate attempt to find her shirt. 

He was sitting on the sofa, head leant back, eyes shut only to hear her scuffling around. “Where’s my shirt?” She penetrated his happy silence, stood in front of him with arms dropped to her sides in a teenage palava. “Where did you put it?” 

Simon gave her a noise between a sigh and a hum, craning his neck to look up at her. “What?” He unintentionally spat, his normal tone of voice as sharp as ever. “I ‘aven’t touched your shirt.” Eyes locked to the pile of recently ironed clothes tossed to the floor by the stairs. “They’ll be in that fucking pile you’ve chucked around and walked past ten times.” 

“Well, they’re obviously not.” She groaned. 

Simon shrugged, standing up to stack this morning’s breakfast dishes. “What do you want me to do?” He shook his head at her, taking the plates to the kitchen with her trailing behind him. “I can’t magic it, can I? It’ll be wherever you’ve left it.” 

“It’s not. That’s the point. You’ve moved it.” She had genetically taken his frown, sporting it straight back to him when he had turned around to take something from the table. 

“Oh, have I?” He mumbled nonchalantly, loading the dishes into the sink with loud clatters. “Get those mugs from your room.” 

“No, I'm looking for the shirt.” Her tone matched his, stubbornly kicking her foot against the chair leg to get his attention. “Can you check mum's stuff?” 

“You can.” He turned around, a dish towel balled between his hands with a nod toward the stairs. 

Simon's moods were hard to distinguish. The primary reason being: he always seemed to be in some sort of disparity. So even when he’d come back from a particularly challenging mission, one that had asked too much from him or went horrifically wrong, he would almost always be the same as he usually was. Blunt, sarcastic and seemingly uncaring. 

You had learned to tell the difference but your daughters knew none the wiser. Leading to unknowingly provoking yet valid questions like, “What is wrong with you.” 

“Nothing. Get the mugs.” 

“You never help with shit.” She scoffed, turning on her heel to stomp upstairs and Simon’s jaw ticked. Head tilted to the side, palms leaning either side of the sink with a step back to hang his head between his shoulders. 

Having a teenage girl was the route of many headaches for Simon. Not particularly because of her, but for the natural way where everything revolves around them for an extended amount of years. Everything is embarrassing, if not first regarded as useless. And as far as Simon was concerned he fell somewhere between the two in her radar. 

“Don’t start with that.” He’d said once she had slammed the mugs down on the table behind him, his back was still toward her. 

“Well it’s fucking—“

“I mean it.” 

“It’s true you’re never here!” She shrilled. “You never do anything, you’re always angry and never help.” A beat. “You don’t even talk to us, dad.” She paused, undoubtedly eyeing him for any sort of reaction. “It’s fucked, you’re fucked.”

He turned to take the mugs, eyes avoiding hers although his jaw was tense. “And you can’t even have a conversation.” She laughed though it held no comedy. “You’ll just snap like you always do.” 

“I snap because it’s hard to switch between work and home— here.” He turned around, his daughter shying from his broad frame and low voice. Refraining from asking about Simon’s work was the one thing you had instructed all three of your kids not to do. Although, naturally it became a target point for arguments with him. A real low blow, the best and most critical hit you could land on him was his absence from home due to work. 

Bonus points if you added all he had missed, the first steps, the first words. It was a lot. But it was not there to be thrown back in his face, not as often as it was anyway. “You don’t even want to be here.” 

He shifted in his position, placing hands behind his head at her confrontation. “All of this because of that shirt.” His words directly combated hers, hitting them backward and stopping them from landing anywhere near him. Effectively avoiding her statement. 

“When’s the last time you hugged me, dad?” She said calmly yet loudly, metaphorically shattering glass over his head. 

It had been weeks, months at worst. 

His silence was telling, hands dropped down to his sides in defeat. As usual, he couldn’t find the words so she had jumped for her turn and jab one more time.

“I hate you. I hate you for that, so bad.” It came as a whisper and by that point, the kitchen had fallen quiet too. Occasional sniffs and the rubbing of the odd tear turned her face red, Simon cleared his throat. 

It only highlighted her point in that he stood still. Though, it wasn’t fair to point a finger and say it was his own fault he was that way, emotional warmth and touch just weren’t in his niche range of abilities. His thumb drew imperfect circles on the kitchen counter, staring at her with any and all outward apology he could muster. 

“I didn’t mean that.” She mumbled first, embarrassingly shifting her weight to the other foot while looking up to the ceiling, eyes darting left to right as if to hold back any more upset. She was a lot like Simon that way, although not at all. 

“I know.” He replied softly, taking a closing step toward her and placing his hand on the back of her head to pull her to his chest. “I don’t mean to be like this, you know that.” The silence made him look down to gain a nod in response, her gaze zoning out to the kitchen window as he smoothed out her hair. 

Simon was never good with words, so he always took to actions that felt even more foreign but they at least allowed for the substitution of his appeasements. “Sorry for swearing at you.” She mumbled, melting into his broad chest. 

“Someone has to put me in my place.” The vibration of the words rippled in his chest and she pulled back only to look down at the floor. “You’re a lot like me, you know.” He poked at her ribs, provoking an unwilling laugh that then turned into a smile. “A lot.” 

She shrugged, pushing his hands away after they had wiped the tears from her cheeks. “Yeah, alright.” Her frown was feigned.

“I promise you.” He turned to continue the dishes, looking back to her over his shoulder. “And your shirt is on the line.” He nodded out the window, watching as she gasped and ran outside like he had found gold. 

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[tiredmetalenthusiast]

Emotions and promotions (Price x reader)

On a roll with @glitterypirateduck Price challenge! Scenarios used 31. ‘A confrontation takes place’ and 48. ‘A character tries to hide that they are crying or upset’:

Warnings: Cursing, yelling, crying, verbal and physical assault, threats of harm, writer is not very knowledgable on the inner workings of the military.

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You had entered Price’s office after knocking and receiving the go ahead. He gives you a confused look as you set the folios and papers down on his desk, “Why isn’t the doctor on site bringing me the paperwork? She’s here isn’t she? Could swear I saw her an hour ago.” You tense up as he leans forward, hands folded as he stares at you expecting an answer.

“She was busy with patients. No need to worry Captain.” Not wanting to unload your woes on your captain but judging by his unwavering gaze he isn’t buying it. You shuffle the papers into place nervously and began at the top of the pile, explaining that the soldier in question was injured too badly during his last mission and will require a fair bit of rest. He nods and reads over the paper.

“You know you can talk to me, sergeant.” “Yes I know sir. There’s nothing to talk about.” He signs the paper and places it off to the side face down. “Clearly there is. It’s showing on your face. A couple of recruits have mentioned you and Dr.Alice having a few choice words.” You place another paper in front of him and reads it over, waiting for you to explain. “Just a…misunderstanding, Captain. That’s all.” “A misunderstanding that lead to you mumbling about wanting to put laxatives in her coffee? Interesting.”

”Did she call and make a complaint about me, sir?” He signs off the paper and you hand him another. “No she didn’t, but Soap and Gaz have both mentioned some tension. So tell me about it.” You sighed, eyes welling up a bit and you quickly wipe at them. You go on to explain how she acts, showing off her assets, flirting with the men that come in instead of doing her job, forcing all of her paperwork onto you and making you deliver it. You often have to stay after hours filling out HER reports and have lost sleep, which Ghost had noticed and brought to Price’s attention.

He nods and makes a quick phone call. You briefly hear Ghost’s voice over the line as Price tells him to meet up at the medical ward, explaining the situation. He hangs up after getting a confirmation. He turns back to you and you straighten up, “How qualified are you as a nurse?” “I was a doctor before I joined the service, sir.” “Great, you’re about to get a promotion. Follow me.”

You follow him out the door and within minutes you’re waving to Ghost who waits at the door to the medical ward. He opens the door for Price and you three enter to find Dr.Alice sitting at her desk asleep. Price nods to Ghost who proceeds to yell in his lieutenant voice, thoroughly spooking the woman awake. “O-oh Captain Price! Lieutenant Ghost! H-How can I help you both?”

”You’re being removed from your job. Effective immediately.” Silence hangs in the now charged air. “Excuse me? I’m being what?” Ghost steps in front of Price, “You’re fired. Pack up your shit. You have an hour to get off this base before you are escorted off. Captain’s orders.” “ON WHAT GROUNDS?!” She turns on you, trying your hardest to look small and invisible before she lunges.

”WHAT DID YOU TELL THEM YOU LITTLE BITCH?! ALL YOU HAD TO DO WAS YOUR JOB NOT GO OFF AND FUCKING COMPLAIN TO THE CAPTAIN!” Ghost catches her, holding her back from tearing your face off as Price moves you behind himself. “It’s come to our attention that you are, in fact, not doing your job. Making the nurses pull your weight, flirting with the men instead of tending wounds, abusing your nursing staff, and a long list of other things.”

She screams and thrashes against Ghost’s hold before running out of steam. “You have an hour. Ghost make sure she cleans up and leaves.” “Rog.” Price turns to you and holds out his hand, “Congratulations. You’re now the new doctor on base. I expect great things from you sergeant.” You shake his hand, thanking him profusely but before you could follow him out Alice lunges again, taking hold of your hair and pulling you to the ground. 

“SO WHAT YOU WENT AND FUCKED THE CAPTAIN FOR A PROMOTION?! I’LL FUCKIN KILL YOU!” You yell as you struggle to get away from her, her fist making contact with your cheek. “ENOUGH! Ghost, apprehend her!” He grabs Alice, getting an elbow to the gut in the process but manages to remove her from your shaking form, Price helps you up and looks at the bruise forming on your skin. “Now you have assaulting a fellow officer added to your list of reasons. Take her to processing, she’s on the out.” Ghosts nods and leads Alice out the door.

”You broken?” “No, my face just hurts a lot now. Thank you Captain.” Price nods, “Let’s go. You’ve got more than just medical paperwork to do now.” You attempt a laugh but stop at the sting in your cheek, following Price back to his office.

#~Harley finally writes something🫣 #ocaptainchallenge #call of duty #cod mw2 #captain john price #john price x reader #john price x you #cod x reader #john price cod #captain price #captain johnathan price

[toomanystoriessolittletime]

A walk in the woods

Week 1 of the Winter Writing Challenge

Prompt: "I can't believe you talked me into this"

Summary: Frankie talks you into taking a walk to the local farm to pick out a Christmas tree.

Pairing: Frankie Morales x fem. reader

Wordcount: 1.3k

Rating: G

Warnings: fluff, fluff, fluff

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This was not how you had planned to spend your Saturday. It had been snowing all week. And with having to leave the house for work every single day, you were looking forward to catching up on housework and not leaving the house. Or wear pants.

People were going fucking crazy the closer Christmas came and you were looking forward to not dealing with stupid people for at least 48 hours. 

Maybe bake a cake. 

Or talk Frankie into spending the whole day cuddling on the couch while watching some shitty Christmas movie on TV. 

Frankie and you had only moved to this neighbourhood three months ago. 

You had gotten the job offer you had always dreamed of. The only problem was that it was in another state, far away from all your friends and family. 

Ready to decline the offer, it was Frankie who told you to take it. Who made plans with you, talked to real estate agents to find the perfect home for the two of you. More than once you asked him if he was sure it was the right thing to do. 

And he, like the perfect man he was, told you everything would be okay as long as you two were together.

Moving states also meant moving to a whole other climate with actual seasons, leaving you to experience your first real winter in twenty years. 

„I can’t believe you talked me into this,“ you pouted, zipping up your winter coat. Frankie grinned at you, wrapping a scarf around your neck, kissing your nose. 

Bella, your three year old Jack Russel terrier was already excitedly circling around the two of you, waiting to get outside. 

„Come ooon. It stopped snowing for the first time in days. We’re just walking up to the Farm to find the perfect Christmas tree, and then we can go home,“ he hummed. 

You sighed. 

„I put on pants for you. I was looking forward to no pants today,“ you dramatically whined. 

He grinned. 

„I’ll help you get out of them later,“ he winked before he kissed you. 

Okay this… wasn’t so bad. 

When you got to the farm they had hot drinks and some snacks. The area was huge, so you did not see many people on the hunt for the perfect Christmas tree, which you found rather quickly, letting Frankie handle the reservation and making a date to pick it up at the end of the next week. 

You powered out your dog in the meantime. Forming and throwing snow balls for her which she tried to catch with her little snout, barking at you when it disappeared and coming back for more. 

You picked her up after a while, just in time for Frankie to be finished, making his way back to you. 

„Ready to go home?“ He asked, taking your hand. You nodded and he took Bella from you to set her down, taking her leash. 

„Let’s take the way back through the woods,“ he kissed you softly and you smiled. 

„Okay I gotta admit, getting out of the house wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be,“ you said as you slowly walked through the woods, back to you house. You looked up at Frankie who was still holding your hand, smiling up at him. 

Sometimes you were scared of how much you loved him. 

Things hadn’t always been easy, but you grew with every challenge, choosing to work through your problems, coming out stronger every single time. 

Frankie was your person, and he would not get rid of you so easily. 

„Told you so,“ Frankie said. Bella barked in that moment, making you both laugh. 

„You know I have to admit I was scared to just pack up our life and leave. And sometimes I miss our life back in California, well, I miss the people but… I’m glad you talked me into taking the job.“

„Couldn’t let my girl say no to her dream job. You are killing it. And honestly, I miss our friends too, but it’s also nice to have you all to myself,“ Frankie stopped walking and pulled you into his arms, kissing you. You wrapped your arms behind his back, smiling against his lips. 

„I’m so proud of you baby,“ he whispered and you pecked his lips. 

„Proud of you too. Three months and already getting promoted. We are killing this adult life thing,“ you kissed him again, both of you chuckling. Frankie had quickly found a job as a helicopter pilot for local emergency services.

Parting from him you took his hand and started walking again. 

„I’m freezing. Let’s get home,“ you said, only to cry out in surprise when the wind picked up and a whole bunch of snow from the trees above dumped down on both of you. 

„Oh my god,“ you began to laugh, wiping your eyes with your glove, Frankie’s hand still in yours. 

„What the fuck?“ Frankie laughed and you shook your head to get the remains of the snow off of you. You were still laughing when Frankie let go of you hand, and you looked at him just in time to see him dropping down to one knee in front of you. 

First alarmed that he had hurt himself you frantically searched for any injury when you noticed the small velvet box in his hand. 

Eyes widening your mouth dropped open in surprise, watching him smile cheekily up at you. 

„Frankie…“ you whispered. 

„Baby… I’ve been trying to figure out how to ask this question. I should have done this a long time ago, because I knew you were the one on the day that we met. I was pretty much in love with you the moment you walked through the door of the coffee shop where we met. These last years… Fuck I’ve never been so happy in my life and I keep waking up every day next to you, waiting that something is gonna happen, but all you do is love me for me. It’s… I love you. So much. And I want to spend the rest of my life loving you and making you smile and laugh and cum…“ he winked and you laughed, tears in the corner of your eyes. 

„I love you baby, will you marry me?“ He finally asked and you nodded.

„Of course I’ll marry you Frankie,“ you smiled and he seemed to breath out relieved. It was only then that you realised he had opened the box, revealing a beautiful ring. He got up from his knee, taking your hand and slowly pulling your glove off. 

„This ring was my grandmother’s. She and my pa were married for 64 years before they both died,“ he explained, taking the ring out of its box. 

It was a golden band with a small green stone. 

„It’s an emerald. Apparently it’s known as a symbol of truth and love,“ he explained while slipping the ring on your finger. It fit perfectly. 

„It’s beautiful,“ you whispered and he looked at you. 

„Yeah?“ He asked.

You nodded. 

He kissed you then, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you as close as possible. 

„We’re gonna get married,“ he whispered in between kisses. 

„We’re gonna get married,“ you giggled back, your hand playing with the hair that was in his neck. 

Bella barked and you both looked down at her, having forgotten about her for a moment. She had found a huge branch, her whole body shaking excitedly as she nudged her nose against it, waiting for someone to throw it for her. 

You both laughed. 

„Come on, let’s get home,“ you said and he nodded. He carefully helped you put your glove back on, kissing your hand, before one of his arms pulled you against his side. 

„I gotta get my fiancé out of her pants,“ he whispered against your ear and you let your head fall against his shoulder.

Happier than ever before. 

#my fic #stephswinterwritingchallenge #Frankie morales #Frankie Morales x fem. reader #Pedro pascal #fanfiction #fan fiction #francisco morales

[canonicallyobserving911]

Buddie: One Shot and Multi-Chapter Fanfics

Fanonwriter2023 on AO3

Where CANON and FANON collide!

Multi-Chapter

6B Speculation

“I gave you a son and a family!” - 60.6K words; Rated Mature:  Eddie tells Buck he already gave him a son and a family and Buck realizes he misunderstood but they stop talking after their argument and they won’t have time to fix it before they almost lose each other again.

After 6x12 Speculation

Come with me to Italy!  - 25.2K Words; Rated: Teen and Up Audiences:  Buck and Eddie take a 10-day trip to Italy so they can heal together but Eddie doesn’t know Buck’s also thinking about relocating to Italy to become a firefighter.

After 6x15 Speculation

“From here on out, it’s all a gift!”- 22.4K words; Rated Teen and Up Audiences:  Buck feels like the person he just met “sees” him for who he is and what he’s been through while Eddie feels alone and admits he doesn’t want to be anymore. Everything they’ve been searching for has been right in front of them for years and the universe is tired of waiting. To help them realize “it’s all a gift”; it hurls another shared trauma in their direction but will it be too late for them to appreciate it?

Season 7 FANON Speculation

“I’m still in love with you but... I needed to learn how to love myself too!” Currently 25 chapters are available - 973.1K Words; Rated: Mature: This is an EPIC LOVE STORY!  Months after Buck and Eddie were hit by the same lightning strike; they’re still struggling with the aftermath of it. But before they make their love confessions, they’ll spend time getting to know themselves as individuals first. Eddie learns to enjoy the simple things in life as he participates in activities on his own and with new friends while Buck learns the rest of the 31-year-old deep dark family secret about his conception and birth. Their journey to forever is still a work in progress but once they finally admit they’re in love with each other, everything that follows their love confessions will be spectacular. This fic will take Eddie and Buck places the show refuses to go. This is a multi-chapter fic that will be posted one chapter at a time.

One Shots

The Buckley-Diaz Family

Let’s go visit daddy! - 2.1K words; Rated General Audiences:  After a tough call, Eddie visits Buck at the firehouse.

The Buckley-Diaz Family Budget - 7.6K Words; Rated General Audiences:  After completing their weekly grocery shopping and realizing inflation has increased the costs of all the food they usually purchase, Eddie returns home, calls a family meeting and explains to Buck and Chris their family needs to tighten their budget.  But something important happens that prompts Eddie to break the family’s ‘no spend challenge’.

You’re the youngest firefighter to ever make Captain within the LAFD! - 5.6K words; Rated General Audiences: Buck’s nervous about his first day as Captain of the 118 but Eddie’s there to encourage him because he knows Buck can do it.

Married

“Always remember how much I love you!” - 16.2K Words; Rated Mature:  Eddie receives a terminal medical diagnosis but he hides it from Buck.  Buck can tell something’s wrong and when Eddie finally tells him what happened, they work through it together.

“You Mean the World to Me!” -  7.8K Words Rated: Teen and Up Audiences:  After a chance encounter at the scene of an accident, Eddie decides to surprise Buck and they fall even more in love than they already are.

“In sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part!” - 20.0K Words; Rated: Teen and Up Audiences: While Eddie’s working a 48-hour shift, Buck notices something that requires immediate medical attention but he doesn’t tell Eddie about it until he gets home from work. Throughout this difficult time, they’ll hold onto each other like they always do and they’ll fulfill every aspect of their marriage vows, especially the part about “in sickness and in health”.

Dating, Engaged & Love Confessions

Let me love you - 3.3K words; Rated General Audiences:  Or Eddie doesn't think he deserves to be loved by Buck but he's wrong and Buck proves just how wrong he is.

I love the way you heat things up in the kitchen - 4.2K words; Rated Mature: Buck is supposed to be teaching Eddie how to bake a cake but they end up leaving the uncooked batter on the counter as things heat up between them.

“Believe half of what you see” - 7.7K Words; Rated: Teen and Up Audiences:  With only a few weeks left until their wedding, Eddie sees Buck having dinner with a woman and he assumes he’s not enough for him and he thinks he never will be. But did he actually see what he thought he saw?  

6x11 Speculation

“You’re my angel... oh angel” (Eddie prays) - 1.9K words; Rated General Audiences:  Eddie can’t lose Buck, his angel and the love of his life.  After Buck’s wheeled into the ER, Eddie goes to the hospital’s chapel to ask, no plead for him to live.

Chris talks to “his Buck” - 2.2K words; Rated General Audiences:  Chris talks to “his Buck/second dad” while Buck's in a coma.

Season 7 FANON Speculation

“You wanna go for the title?” - The Rematch - 7.5K Words; Rated Mature: Eddie asks Buck for a rematch to the video game they played three years ago. However, the stakes are much higher this time because Eddie's playing to win Buck’s heart.

Alone Together - 13.3K Words; Rated: Mature:  While Chris is away at Summer Camp, Eddie plans a weekend getaway for him and Buck because he’s going to prove to him that he does not suck at dating.

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[mkaroy]

THE AFTON FAMILY

sorry for being dead. i will continue to be dead becuz this took 48 HOURS.

as a treat i’m gonna infodump about my headcanons for a bit (read if you DARE)

so mrs afton isn’t pictured here because she was smart and left william, but william got full custody cause as we know, the fnaf government is VERY stupid and they apparently just love william. cc and michael both like their mother better because she was more patient and emotionally intelligent with the young boys, but elizabeth always favoured her father so she wasn’t complaining.

If it isn’t obvious, i don’t think william is a good parent. no matter how good of intentions you have, he had to be some kind of deranged for his sons death to lead to him being a serial killer, that doesn’t just HAPPEN. he particularly takes out his anger on michael because a) he feels more sympathy with the other two kids and b) michael has always challenged his father, he’s not scared of talking back or standing his ground (even if he gets hurt in the process). however despite this, michael still has a lot of love and respect for his father. as he gets older and as the accidents become worse and worse, through williams manipulation, michael basically works for him, trying to make things right again because he’s fully convinced everything was his fault (ALSO THANKS TO WILLIAM LOL)after he gets scooped he kinda puts it together that maybe his father never had the best intentions for him, and full of rage he does his thing and burns his father to the ground.

outside of william just being the worst to michael, making him a full time babysitter and whatnot, he’s not the kindest to the younger children either. elizabeth is easily the favourite because she tries to serve him as much as possible, but william is simply FAR too busy to care about that, so she gets pushed aside and neglected a lot. she doesn’t know why he’s doing these things so she just tries to be even more perfect, she urns for that attention in other places, i think that’s why she dolls herself up so much, because she loves the compliments she gets from mothers saying that she’s “just the cutest thing”. when her father finally shows her some love by making his specialty, an animatronic based off of her, she can’t help but be filled with excitement. I think as baby, she’s a lot more angry than she was before. she doesn’t understand why her father would do this to her and her anger is bigger than he child brain can comprehend, which is why she’s just so insanely mean in pizza sim and sister location, lashing out to michael and henry because she shouldn’t be an animatronic right now, she should be living her life free of this family. god i love elizabeth.

and then obviously cc, i think it’s a silly headcanon to imagine that william just forgot his name but remembered his initials but that’s mostly cuz i refuse to give him a name (btw all of you guys who put charlie or charlotte into his name are GENIUSES but i’m not you). he was really young when his parents actually separated, so he didn’t have much memory of his mother unfortunately. and ALSO unfortunately he was born with a fear of the animatronics, like how some kids are born with like an irrational fear of mascots of smth, that’s him. I think he was also the first one to die so his nightmares weren’t based off of elizabeth’s death. i also think that the fnaf 4 gameplay wasn’t cc because of MANY reasons (seriously guys look at the room layout…). but his irrational fear of the animatronics makes him almost constantly in tears, which michael obviously mocked. all the afton men were raised with the idea that boys shouldn’t show “feminine” emotions, which is why michael hated cc so much, because it wasn’t fair that he got to cry all the time with little to no repercussions and cc just couldn’t help himself whenever he cried. oh also in my headcanon he’s autistic, same with like most of the aftons, but he’s selectively mute and easily gets sensory overload, which is why meltdowns in the pizzeria were so common.

guys i love the aftons so much fill my asks with them if you wish i will answer ALL OF THEM (until the hyperfixation dies LMAO)

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Oh also with the exam coming up in less than 48 hours :o

Gonna do the thing again! If we are mutuals, you can like this post and I will message you something after my exam. Probably about food but maybe about something else cool!

It's to help me challenge myself a little and get over my anxiety about messaging people^^ I'll again reward myself with some gummies if I have to message enough people. Uhm, will probably space it out over longer though, last time was quite a lot to get done in just two days in the end^^. So I might settle on doing 4 people per day starting on Wednesday.

So thanks in advance to anyone liking the post >.< gonna do my best again, both with the exam and with working on my anxiety.

#gonna reblog this again tomorrow probably

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Another chapter already? My fatal flaw is I won’t update for a month and then twice within 48 hours. This is very cheesy and corny and just a bunch of kissing idk there really is a plot so sue me. Read on AO3 or under the cut

Hunter was not the best with words, especially when it came to Willow.

He felt safe and happy around her and he really had no issue telling her so, but doing it creatively was a challenge. Willow loved to flirt, before they were official, he was uncertain if she was implying something or if that was just the way she talked. But even now, knowing she liked him back and that her words carried more, he still struggled to respond. They’d sink into a comfortable dialogue, and he was witty enough, but eventually she would say something so sweet and genuine that he knew she would only ever say to him it would render him speechless.

But it only made him more determined.

“I like your jacket,” he said one day as they walked around town, holding hands and enjoying the lovely day together. Willow smiled, knowing he was practicing his flirting since he was the one who had found and altered the jacket for her, so she knew he had something in mind.

“Thanks,” she said brightly. “My boyfriend made it for me.”

“Oh is that why it looks like girlfriend material?” He asked smoothly, but then his words caught up with him as his face displayed his confusion. “Oh, wait hold on, I was supposed to ask you what it was made of and then say that.”

Willow giggled, appreciating the effort. In truth, Hunter was his most charming when he wasn’t thinking, when his actions were quicker than his mind. But the fact that he kept trying was so adorable to her.

“A-re you tired?” Hunter asked, clearly trying again.

“Um not really, why?”

“Because you’ve been running,” he said smugly as though he had succeeded in delivering the pun. When Willow raised her eyebrows at him in confusion, he smacked his forehead with his free hand as he realized his mistake. “Through my mind all day!” He added in panic as though to neglect that part made the sentence offensive somehow.

Willow giggled but Hunter groaned. Luz had helped him study for this moment. She had shown him countless rom coms and animes to help him find his own rhythm. Ever since the night of their first date where she had looked at him with wide eyes when he kissed her hand, he was determined to repeat history. He wanted Willow Park to swoon.

He practiced in the mirror before bed and while he was getting ready for school. He wrote his best ideas down in the back of his notebook. He didn’t understand why it was so hard. He had survived in the wilderness for weeks at a time, endured blistering winds and scorching deserts, battled monsters three times his size, but saying a complete sentence to his girlfriend was where his courage drew the line. How unfair.

“Hey,” he said as they were walking, fighting the lump in his throat. “My friend over there thinks you’re cute.”

He pointed to the other side of the hall with his head and when Willow followed to see who he meant, he teleported into her line of vision, leaning against the wall as though he had been there all along, unaware he was being discussed.

Willow bit her lip, a blush dancing across her face. Oh, that’s a good one, she thought. How long can he keep this up? She sauntered over and leaned against the locker, looking up at him like he was a rock star. He attempted to uphold his cool, aloof look but being so close to Willow made him melt.

“Hey,” she said in a low, airy voice.

“H-hey.”

“Um, just thought I’d let you know that I actually have a boyfriend,” she said, committing to the bit.

“O-oh really?”

“Yeah,” she said. “I appreciate the compliment but I’m really happy with him.”

“You are?” He said, unable to hide the delighted surprise in his voice.

“Mhm hm,” she nodded.

“I-I bet he’s really happy to be with you too,” he said, trying to remove the character he was supposed to be. “I bet he thinks you’re really cool and pretty and strong and brave and funny and, uh pretty and-.”

She just laughed, and he loved her laugh. He loved being able to make her laugh, but he wanted to make her feel the way she made him feel so effortlessly. He took her laughter as a win, but he wanted to make her feel like she was floating because a simple thing he said made her heart feel inflated and light. The way she did to him. He wanted to say something so unique and profound and romantic that it played on a loop in her head before bed. To him, everything Willow said was worth committing to memory and he wanted to be worthy of being on her mind.

He would make Willow Park swoon.

What Hunter didn’t see was the small white flowers dancing in her hair every time his eyes lit up when he saw her, her heart lifted her in a way that did not make her speechless but bright and bubbly and excited. She knew that besides a fictional character here and there over the years, that she was Hunter’s first real crush. She was the first person he had actually known who consumed his thoughts in such a quick and gentle way that it made him dizzy. He didn’t know what to expect, he was learning as he went after all. But Willow had had plenty of crushes over the years and had more experience maintaining her emotions and knowing the kinds of things to say. So she wasn’t as flustered as he often was, but she had never thought she’d be able to be so cool around someone she liked so much.

When she was younger, she had gone through the right of passage that was having a crush on both Blight twins. She’d be hanging out with Amity and they’d walk by, doing everything so effortlessly and cool. The way they said her name, the way Ed would ask her how she was or how Em would give her a compliment would make her brain feel broken and frozen and all she could do was giggle. She had no idea if they were saying these things to try and make her feel like this or to be polite or because they said it to everyone. Regardless, it made her feel special. Over time the rush went away, and her heart didn’t leap and jump when they entered the room.

But that night after they met when Hunter sent her five messages in a row, farcically apologizing in a run on sentence where every other word was misspelled and capitalized randomly, followed by another message attempting to correct the previous message and making a new mistake to explain, her heart spun more than it ever had. She knew he wasn’t trying to make her like him like that, and she knew liking him wasn't the best idea. But where her other crushes faded over time, every new little stupid thing Hunter did just added to the flames. For the first time, she had time to prepare, to plan ways to drop hints and be cool.

Her aloofness was only present to Hunter, as everyone else could clearly see the signs of a Willow so far gone. But this only made Hunter try harder, even after he knew she returned his feelings. He just couldn't risk her forgetting or doubting his admiration for her.

He’d write her poems, but the typical “rose are red, violets are blue” motif was far too simple (and technically incorrect) for Hunter to resort to. ( “If violets are blue then why are they named violets?” He’d say. “Violet is a separate color on the color wheel! What, next are you gonna tell me that blue berries are actually violet?”) No, Willow was comparable only to the most rare and captivating flowers, which were a tad bit harder to rhyme in Hunter’s experience. His poem turned into an essay on the history of their discovery and placement through their native realm. By the time he was done, there wasn’t a metaphor to come back to, but Willow treasured it nevertheless.

Willow knew that Hunter was a man of action. She knew she meant the world to him, but he had trouble saying it sometimes. But he never failed to show her.

Every time he’d brush her hair out of her face without thinking, every time he’d double scan the street before they crossed, every time he’d go out of his way to end up near her, she knew. He didn’t even think about these things, they were so natural to him. He probably didn’t think she noticed because he barely noticed it himself.

But in the end, that’s how he finally did it.

Since the day they became official (for the second time?) they both built up that first kiss in their mind.

Okay, it wasn’t technically their first kiss, but it felt like it was. But given their… history, Hunter wanted this kiss to be perfect and planned and maybe not as surprising? They had reached an interesting crossroads where everything was fast and slow at the same time. Willow had told him they could take things as slow as he wanted and she meant it, it was her first relationship too after all and there was much to figure out. But they were just so good at it. They were just so excited. Every time he waited eagerly by her locker with a tiny gift, a trinket he had carved or a plant sample he had cut for her, it took everything in her not to cover his face in kisses. She limited herself to one, maybe two. Because they were taking it slow.

There would be no panicking after about what it meant or what they were, because they knew that now. Quick kisses on the cheek were one thing, but to Hunter a real kiss needed to be special, memorable, and dramatic. But it also had to be simple, organic, and private. After his rushed first attempt on the flyer derby field, Hunter was determined to make the next one perfect. On the other hand, after her ambush at grom, Willow carried a variety of lip glosses in her bag just in case.

They’d go on picnics or to the movies and it would be on both their minds and just when the moment seemed perfect, the sun would be setting or music would be playing, his mind would say “But what if a more romantic moment happens later?” or “What if you didn't actually brush your teeth this morning and your breath smells?” or “What if you miss???” Willow watched the gears turn in his head as he decided and undecided, hoping one day he'd be able to read her mind and know his first instinct had been right.

Then one day they were going to the human realm to return some books to the library, a day filled with errands and tasks and no time for romance. The weather in both realms wasn’t impressive or exciting and they were both tired and sore from a match the night before. It was a dull day, painfully average.

But not for long.

Willow finished packing her purse, both her and Huner loved sneaking snacks into the library (she didn’t tell him it was against the rules) so they could spend even more time there together. As she went to walk out the door, she was stopped when Hunter quickly grabbed her and spun her around to face him, his hands cradling either side of her face.

“Wait,” Hunter said, focused and determined, as she looked up at him in awe, the day of their first match flashed in her head., How similar their position had been, how her heart had beat the same way, how close they were.

“Yeah?” she whispered, hoping he’d say this was the time, that he couldn’t wait another moment to pull her close and hold her tightly so they could finally-

“You forgot to cover your ears,” he said, totally unbothered.

“Oh,” she breathed, too caught up in her own thoughts to communicate her slight disappointment. “Thanks.”

He was too focused on taking care of her to let their closeness fluster him, so naturally the responsibility fell to Willow. As he adjusted her hair for her, she was able to fixate on his features. The lighting in the old cabin was dim, but he had a natural glow to him. He should seem rugged and intimidating but he was so gentle and warm that Willow hoped his hold on her would never end. She didn’t have the words to express this though, as her eyes darted to his lips and the way he stuck his tongue out to the side as he concentrated on not undoing her braids rendered her speechless.

How could he look right at her and not realize she was swooning so freaking hard?

“Sure, happy to help.” he said as he removed his hands from her ears and placed them on her shoulders as he admired his work. He was caught off guard by the stunned expression Willow wore as a faint blush became more present on her cheeks. It was like she was waiting for something, like it was his turn to fill the silence. She pursed her lips and her hands fidgeted between them, like they couldn’t decide what to do. Hunter pulled her closer, assuming that he had missed a strand of hair, and she was resisting the urge to adjust it.

Despite his attention to detail, he could not find the error. Though, he never could when it came to Willow. Satisfied, he went to tell her they were good to go but then saw her focus had never left him. She was waiting for something, but Hunter struggled to read exactly what. Was she eager to leave? Was she worried about what neglecting to cover her ears could have meant? Was she trying to remember something else?

He waited for her to say what she meant to, but she was the speechless one now. He moved his hand to her cheek, slightly concerned that she’d get frustrated and distracted the way he did when he could not remember something. He wanted to let her know he could wait until it came to her, that he wanted to help her. But his small act pushed her over the edge and any chance she had to keep her cool flew out the window.

“Sorry, I thought you were gonna kiss me,” she said quickly as she exhaled, almost too quiet to hear if he had not been right in front of her. She seemed almost embarrassed, like it was such a silly misunderstanding, like she wasn't sure how she had said that aloud. But her lingering gaze suggested she thought it was anything but silly and her shaky breath suggested she was still thinking about it.

“Oh,” was all Hunter could say, caught off guard. Not because he had never thought about it, but because he was surprised this was a moment that she felt worthy enough to add such an action to. He had done nothing impressive, nothing about the setting was particularly memorable, and the day itself held no significant importance. But yet he found himself in the rare occurrence of leaving Willow Park speechless and nervous and hopeful simply because he stood close to her. Suddenly, his mind and heart took hold of his reflexes as he gently pulled her closer to him and allowed her thoughts to no longer be merely thoughts. “Okay.”

He didn’t know what to say next, he didn’t know how to question the importance of the moment without making it seem like the idea was foreign to him. He didn’t know what to say, so he just did. He titled his head, giving her every chance to pull away to finish her sentence, to question him. But she didn’t. She was too stunned, too caught up, too lost in the proximity to take charge. There was no room to be cheeky and coy and silly, this was new territory. Hunter didn’t have the time to build this moment up, to talk himself out of it because this moment found him instead of the other way around. He didn’t have the words, but he didn’t need them here.

He moved forward ever so slightly and when her eyes fluttered closed, he somehow just knew. He knew how to tilt his head the opposite way, he knew how to cup her cheek, he knew the perfect speed to go so he did not crash into her. Then finally, lowly, swiftly, gently his lips found hers. They pressed together for only a moment, so soft and sweet Hunter was sure he’d wandered into a dream. He felt Willow rise onto her toes to reach him better, and his natural response was to pull her closer. Not wanting her to strain herself in any way, he moved one arm around her waist to help lift her up and her arms rested on his chest, and she kissed him back.

As a vine sprouted from her hair and swirled around his wrist by her face, wrapping his arm like a branch to keep him close. Flowers formed at their feet, the sweet smell tickling Hunter’s nose as he tried committing every millisecond to memory. He had been so worried that when the time came, he couldn’t know if it had been the right moment or if he had done it correctly, but now as an extravagant garden surrounded them, he was certain he had not messed this up. And that certainly gave him the confidence to kiss her again and again, every time he pulled away (because he didn’t want to stay too long a potentially be rude, time didn't seem to be working at the moment) she followed him and held her place for a moment. He felt the vine tightened slightly, as though sending a signal Willow herself was too overwhelmed to communicate herself and he knew it was okay to kiss her again. And he was glad, because he wanted to.

Soon enough, the pair did manage to stop, and both pulled away slowly. Willow took a moment to open her eyes, no words coming to her as she tried to describe what the foliage around her symbolized. When opened her eyes to look up at Hunter, he looked like he was holding his breath.

“What’s wrong?” She asked with a smile, she felt as though she would never stop smiling.

“I don’t wanna say something stupid and have that be the first thing I say after our first kiss.” He said quietly, having learned from his sister’s “crickey” slip.

Willow didn’t feel the need to point out it wasn’t technically their first kiss, she just pulled him closer as she rested her chin on his chest, looking up at him in adoration as he continued to ramble about how he was worried he would start to ramble. Luckily, she had the perfect solution as she rose up onto her tip toes and planted another gentle kiss on his lips to interrupt him in the best way possible. She would be interrupting him more frequently, she decided.

“Heh,” Hunter giggled as Willow slowly parted again, the dreamy look on her face erasing any lingering nerves. He couldn't help being familiar with that look, it was the same look she so effortlessly inspired in him. He dared to think he had done it without even trying. He had made her swoon.

“So, uh was that okay?” he asked, trying to dodge his nerves a while longer until he knew for certain.

“Hmmm, I think I’m gonna forget to hide my ears more often,” she said in a breathy laugh that eased him and registered them on equal ground as she tucked her hair behind her ear, a gesture she hoped he would forever interpret as a sign.

---

From that point on, Willow became obsessed. Hunter making the first move was not completely uncommon, but to make such a bold one made her distracted. Any moment of silence was filled with the memory of his lips on hers, a quick return to their bubble. But again, Hunter was still becoming accustomed to such displays of affection, so she went to great strides to assure him the moment did not need to be grand to be commemorated. So long as he kissed her like that , like she was a rose he’d endure countless thorns to be near, she’d find utter bliss in the uneventful.

To Willow, studying was very uneventful. To her joy, Hunter always insisted on studying together.

They'd all study in a group, but today it was just them. Her fathers wouldn't be back for at least an hour, Willow providing them with a lengthy list of ingredients with items that should be the demon realm equivalent for a meal she loved in the human realm that they wanted to recreate. She may have added a few extras to extend her alone time with Hunter, but who can be sure.

"Do you think we can take a break?" Willow asked sweetly as she looked down at Hunter, engaged in his books sprawled across the couch as his head rested in her lap.

"We just took one," Hunter chuckled, setting his book on the coffee table as he looked up at her with a gentle smile.

"I know, but I'm having trouble concentrating," she said as she tucked her hair behind her ear. In truth, Willow didn't have trouble focusing on the subject matter because it was too complicated, but because she couldn't help but focus on the way Hunter moved his lips when he read.

"Well, I'm just rereading my chapter, I can help you," he offered, more than happy to. "I can try quizzing you, give your eyes a break. I’m sure there’s a way we can make studying more fun."

That was exactly what Willow was hoping he'd say.

“Okay then, how about… for every question I get right I get a little kiss?” suggested Willow as she twirled his forelock between her fingers. She took delight in the way she could see the exact moment when Hunter processed her words: his eyes widened, his heart seemed to stop, and his bones seemed to turn to noodles as he tried not to let his excitement show on his face too much.

“Okay, I think I can do that.” said Hunter, trying to seem casual about it as he sat up and happily took the book from her. She adjusted her position to face him as he flipped to the review section of the book. He cleared his throat as he began, able to forsake his flustered state for the sake of her education. He was in his element. “Okay uh, what does it mean if a plant’s petals change color in the sunlight?”

“That it’s either being under or overwatered, depending on the hue,” answered Willow effortlessly.

“Correct,” said Hunter leaning over to plant a kiss on her cheek. She smiled, able to tell he was genuinely proud of her for knowing the answer. “Alright, how many seeds do you need to replicate the twisting tree native to the mountains of Latissa?”

“Three, like a braid,” said Willow proudly, leaning forward to present Hunter with her cheek as he happily supplied her with her reward.

“Okay, how often do you need to prune the-.”

“You skipped one.” said Willow.

“Huh?” said Hunter as he looked back down to the study guide. “Oh, yeah you’re right sorry I- wait; did you memorize this list?”

“Yeah?” She said innocently. “I mean, isn’t that what studying is?”

“Do you actually need my help or were you just looking for an excuse to kiss?” he asked with a smirk as he rested his cheek on his fist, hanging his arm over the edge of the coach as he looked at her with wistful eyes.

“Can’t it be both?” she smirked back, her eyes likewise sparkling.

Hunter chuckled. “Do you really think you need an excuse for me to want to kiss you?” He asked playfully, questioning only about her methods, not her intentions. He would normally be nervous about flirting so directly, but he did also want to make sure she knew she didn't need to go to so much trouble for him.

“Nooo,” she laughed, delighted his energy matched hers. She only felt a little silly, but it was worth it to see him smile at her like that.

“Correct.” Hunter leaned forward and this time placed a kiss on her lips before leaning back to return his attention to the book. Willow was momentarily taken back by his boldness, delighted by his initiative and somewhat shocked that he could return to schoolwork so easily. When he didn’t go back to quizzing her right away, she sensed he was waiting to see her reaction. She swiftly reached for the book and pulled it down to bring his attention back to her as pressed another kiss to his lips. This one was less quick, and Hunter allowed the book to fall to the floor as he wrapped his arms around her to extend it. The next thing he knew, his balance was lost as Willow leaned forward to kiss him more intensely and he ended up laying on the couch, her lips never leaving his as she fell with him to land beside him.

Continuing to kiss her felt so natural and easier as she took the lead now. He knew how uncomfortable it was for her to have her glasses on when she laid down, so he removed her glasses for her, action she showed gratitude for by pulling him closer, the clunky barrier on her face no longer a deterrent. He set her glasses on the table and once they were safe, he used the free hand to caress her cheek, the other one pinned at his side under him, but he could hardly complain. They fell into a rhythm of sorts, as each kiss inspired another and the world around them disappeared.

As he felt her hand wander through his hair knew, his guilty nature told him that he should insist they go back to studying, that she had a big test coming up and he had promised to help her. He resisted a few moments more, finding that it was hardly a one-sided distraction, but knew it was a distraction nonetheless. “Willow, I think-,” but when he went to vocalize his thoughts, his mind went blank when he was met with her mischievous eyes that wordlessly called his bluff. Why was he trying to end this moment so soon again? “I uh, w-we should get back to studying.” He knew he needed to say, despite it being the last thing he wanted to say.

“Okay,” she said in a tone that suggested that what they should be doing and what they would be doing did not co-exist. Seeing that he did not loosen his hold on her, she snuggled closer to him and began kissing the side of his face and continued the conversation like this was just a normal part of it. Her voice was low and relaxed like she was in a dream, and this was the only way to keep him there with her. “Is that what you want to do?”

“We uh… I mean, don’t you…” he looked up at the ceiling as Willow peppered his jawline with kisses. He couldn't help but think that they never kissed so much before. When they managed to be alone, it was usually somewhere public and when he managed to summon the courage to kiss her it was usually very quick. It took him less time now to come around to the idea that she wanted to kiss him and keep kissing him. He had been so worried before about knowing if he was doing it right or if it was the right time, but every time her lips found his temple, all his mind could point out was that whole he was in the moment there was no time to overthink it. The logic wasn’t totally sound, but the amazing girl that he was crazy about wanted to kiss him right now and he was failing to find a reason she shouldn’t.

He turned his face to the side to look at her again and she stopped, waiting to see what he wanted to do. Her eyes flashed a small panic, worried she had overstepped or made him uncomfortable, but before she could even try to apologize Hunter moved to kiss her lips with such vigor that they tumbled off the couch.

Willow let out a squeal of delight as she wrapped her arms around his neck in celebration, trying to find a way to kiss him both quicker and longer at the same time. Anytime their lips weren’t touching Willow let out a small, delighted giggle and Hunter found himself joining in as they laughed and kissed on her living room floor, their studies left for a different day. In his mind, he referred to the next 10 minutes of nonstop kissing as "advanced kissing."

Willow would never tell him that most teenagers refer to it as “making out” because his terminology was much, much cuter.

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“Darius! Darius!” Hunter called in a panicked voice as he rushed down the stairs in commotion the next day.

Darius and Alador sat at the kitchen table working on their second pot of coffee, having been up all night so close to a breakthrough in the sigil remover. Darius groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose, knowing by Hunter’s tone that it was nothing dangerous or life threatening, just that it was definitely too early for his unique brand of nonsense.

“In here, little prince,” he called anyway, knowing that prolonging it would only make things worse. Hunter rounded the corner, his sock feet sliding in on the wooden floor nearly causing him to face plant as he entered with such an aggressive purpose.

“Darius!” he panted. “ Darius, i-it’s an emergency! I’m having a physical reaction to love!”

Darius nearly spit out his coffee as Alador’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Oh,” said Alador, setting down his own cup as Darius coughed beside him. “Hmm, well ya know what I can call Edric over and give you both the talk at the same time if you-.”

“No, no, let him finish,” Darius said as he hit his chest to steady his breathing. “It’s most likely not what you think. Now, what exactly do you mean, Hunter?”

“Okay, well last night when I went to Willow’s I was helping her study for her exam and then we started kissing and she did this thing-.”

“Eh,” Darius raised his hand, cutting him off. “I don’t need to know all the details, just get to the point while I’m young please.”

“What, you wanted him to get to the point 10 years ago?” Alador murmured as he sipped his coffee with a satisfied smile, avoiding the deadly glare he knew Darius was giving him.

“Okay, okay but this morning I woke up with this!’ Hunter exclaimed, pulling his shirt collar to reveal a purple mark on the side of his neck. Unable to help themselves, Darius and Alador burst into laughter as Hunter’s panic increased.

“Why are you laughing?’ He demanded. “It’s not funny!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Darius said as he tried to dim his laughter. “No, no you’re right, it’s very serious. But just not in the way you’re thinking.”

“So I’m okay?” he asked cautiously. “This is normal? I’m not sick? I-it’s not a grimwalker thing?”

“No, no,” said Alador, trying to compose himself. “If anything, it’s a teenager thing.”

“So I’m okay? I’m not dying?”

“No, no no,” said Darius, wiping a tear from his eye. “Although, it would probably be in your best interest to put on a scarf if you plan on going to her house today. If her fathers see that, I’m quite certain their reaction won’t be as humorous.”

“So it is a bad thing?” Hunter asked, still not understanding the concept of a hickey. “Did I do something wrong?”

“Well, as one of your guardians, I’ll have to consult with Camila on how to answer that question when it comes to something like this,” chuckled Darius as he prepared his scroll to take a photo to show Camila on their next weekly wine and cheese night

“So, it’s not a curse or something? It doesn’t mean Willow is secretly mad at me or upset?”

“Well now, that’s something you’ll have to ask her to be sure,” said Darius sincerely as he went to fix Hunter a plate for breakfast. “But, as a former teenager, I think it’s safe to say she’s definitely not upset with you, little prince.”

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[thefirstknife]

Seeing some of the latest whining over on Twitter, I think I've realized part of the problem: the content creators who have made playing D2 their life think it's "too easy" and that "toxic casuals are ruining things" because they refuse to admit they're simply too skilled to find a huge challenge anymore. But instead of rebranding to something else and moving on to learn a new game where they'll face challenge and struggle they continue to insist that the game is bad foe catering to "the lowest common denominator". Some of them also seem kind of entitled? Lime the idea that any no-name players (aka people who aren't Big Names in the fandom) could possibly do amazing snd outplay them feels like they're being cheated out of what they're "owed" as their Top Player Bragging Rights? But not everybody who puts in the work to get good at the game engages with the fandom, either. It just feels a lot like some of them think "I put in the work to master it, so nobody else should be allowed to match me and also it needs to keep up with me because I made this game my life". Feels very weird and entitled to me. And I say this as a person who has played some games so much that the highest difficulty settings are a breeze! I just accept that I've mastered it and move on when I want challenge.

Oh yeah, the new elitist dickhead whining is live in the community and it's the same thing as always. Agreed with what you wrote! I think streamers just literally want things to only be "difficult" for them and impossible for everyone else so they can feel special. They can deny it all day long, but there is no logical reason to want FEWER people to play an exciting competition and for FEWER people to feel like they can complete it. Because if people feel like they can't, they won't bother. Why would I waste my time? I'm not getting paid to play the game.

Day 1 raid race is a community contest, meant for the community, aka all players. It's not "special contest for top players only," it's a contest for everyone. It's supposed to be something everyone tries out and does their best, as well as something that is reasonably achievable for more than a grand total of 12 players.

Over the years, Bungie has been hard at work turning raids into an activity that more people will want to play and finish. Including adjusting the way day 1 race is happening and when. They WANT more people to participate which is evident through lowering the amount of grind needed to be ready and moving the race to the weekend, and now extending it to 48 hours. This helps everyone; the community and the devs.

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The moment the day 1 raid race is accessible, that means more people will attempt it and more people will realise that they ARE good enough to raid and complete the contest mode. When the raid race is locked to a power level grind that nobody outside of people playing the video game for a living can achieve, that drastically reduces the number of people who will enter the race. When the raid race is releasing in the middle of the week, nobody outside of streamers will be able to compete. Now, day 1 raid race is no longer limiting in ways that we, the players, can't control.

This means more people can attempt it and at that point, we're dealing with pure numbers. More people attempting means that more people will finish. So when streamers are whining about "numbers," they're whining about the simple hard cold unchangeable logic of math. More people than ever are playing, more people than ever are attempting, more people than ever were able to watch the whole race and figure that they have a chance, and then they had plenty of time to try. This resulted in more completions than ever. Very little to do with the raid being "easy." It wasn't. It was accessible.

There are probably incredibly good players out there who couldn't participate before because they didn't have time or weren't available off work or couldn't ruin their mental and physical health over a 24 hour video game contest. There are probably perfectly average players who can still complete the raid race if they have more time to practice.

And this bothers content creators, because it's telling them that they're not special. Some Joe Shmoe with a 6 year old PC and $5 headset might be incredibly good at Destiny, possibly even better than them, but he didn't have time to compete before. Now he does, because Bungie removed the limit that a player can't control and the content creators are fucking mad as hell because Joe Shmoe, 47, a dad of 3, can finish the contest mode.

They keep insisting this is not the reason they are mad; they're mad because.... uh.... Contest mode is supposed to be SUPER HARD and it's an EXCLUSIVE EVENT that happens TWICE A YEAR!!!! And like. Yeah? Joe Shmoe has the same feeling about it. Joe Shmoe also gets two days a year to participate in a community event. Again, content creators are slowly learning that they're not special and it's a hard hitting truth. Also if more people are playing the raid race, then they're not watching them. That's gotta hurt as well. It's at least 5 fewer subs.

I am so fucking done with their bullshit and their repeated attempts to demean everyone's accomplishments by yelling about the raid being easy and bad and whatever. They are sad people with a void in their hearts.

The raid was absolutely hard. More people than EVER attempted it and MANY haven't been able to complete it. The raid wasn't "easy" in the sense they mean it (they mean easy = bad), it was different. It required different skills and it had a different goal and a different fantasy to invoke in players. Every single one of those bitches used every known cheese and meta tactic to brute force every damage phase and every mechanic, to the point of many of them not figuring out an entire mechanic in the final encounter. They straight up did not understand a mechanic and then dare to say that it was easy. But yeah. They were grasping at every broken build possible and then whining about it being easy. Well I did it with 30 resilience. I am better.

They are absolutely entitled. They feel like they are owed everything in this game because they've been here since 2014 and that if the game is not catering to them, then it's objectively bad. Literally, as you said, they've mastered the game and they're bored of it. But hey, there's money in clickbait about negative stuff so they will keep being miserable playing something they obviously don't like anymore.

I'm so done with those assholes. The raid was an absolute BLAST for me. It was super fun, it was really difficult and it took a long time to get it done, but my team did it, even through a horrible bug that cheated us out of a clear 10 hours early. The raid is SUPER fun, it's an excellent new addition to the raid roster, super helpful for newer players and newer raiders. The mechanics are really smooth and simple, they don't require a lot of callouts, but still rely a LOT on coordination of the whole team. Incredible work threading the line between an incredibly fun raid that is also accessible to everybody. I'll be doing it a lot, it's a really chill experience that still gets your adrenaline going. Bungie did an amazing work with it and I absolutely love it.

I cannot FATHOM a mindset that people have where they want people to NOT be able to experience raids. The most bizarre thing in the world to me. Raids are PEAK content in the game that devs spend a lot of time making and that is currently not being played as much as they want, which is actually a problem resource wise. Since they take so much resources to create, but aren't being used, it's a shame.

This raid was absolutely made with that in mind. They want more people to play to raids. This raid is "easy" in the sense that it is accessible. And there's nothing those assholes hate more than accessibility, I guess. God forbid people who paid for the expansion get to play the expansion. That includes the day 1 contest mode race absolutely. It's for the whole community, not for 50 people with a twitch.tv account.

Every content creator whining about this is a bitch who does not care about the health of the game or the community. They want a game made for them, and only them. They think they own it and that it's good when only 3% of the players play raids. They want every regular player to suffer and leave, to not have fun and to not experience these amazing activities.

They want the game to die.

#destiny 2 #long post #ask #day 1 raid drama #i am so sick and tired of them. all of them. #at the end of the day: I bought the game and I want to play and complete every aspect of it #destiny is not a hardcore gaming experience #literally LEAVE and go play something else #idk what to tell you #at this point i have zero tolerance for their crap #'as a casual player you have strikes! day 1 is for me!' no. every player in the world can practice and get good enough for day 1 #every single one. you guys are just not letting anyone even make an attempt #the very definition of gatekeeping

[sisterspooky1013]

Gaslight, Chapter 34/48

Rated X | Read it here on AO3

They called him Toloache, for the beautiful but dangerous flower. Those closest to him called him Guapo or Principe. He was preternaturally charming, graced with delicate features that allowed him to fly under the radar, to appear innocent and unassuming right up until the point that he pressed the muzzle of his glock into the side of your neck.

His mother, may she rest in peace, did everything within her power to keep him on the straight and narrow. She put him in sports, enrolled him in a Big Brother program so he would have a healthy male role model, and warned him of the tactics that MS-13 would use to lure him in. But she worked long hours, and the streets of L.A. are a scary place for a skinny half-gringo with no protection. He met an older boy named Rafael with a ragged-edged “13” tattooed on his rib cage, and for the first time in his life he knew how it felt to have a friend. His mother tried to save him from himself, but her life ended on the 405 under the weight of an 18-wheeler, and Rafael’s couch sounded like a much better prospect than foster care. He was thirteen, still just a boy, when he got his age and the name of his new family etched into the skin over his heart. He remembers looking at his own bruised and swollen face in Rafael’s bathroom mirror, smiling so wide that his split lip opened back up and blood ran down his chin. He was one of them, and he always would be. He had a family that could never die. That would never abandon him like his father did.

He stands before the mirror in his own bathroom, in a life that bears no resemblance to the one that belonged to him before he was plucked out of the Twin Towers Jail and made into an honest man. Now that he knows where to look, he can see the faded remnants of the tattoo that was removed from his chest, and recall the origin of a thin scar on his rib cage. Every night he is plagued by nightmares full of the tinny echo of gunfire and the fearful wail of men pleading for their lives. His nose is tinged with the smell of gunpowder and burnt-up crack pipes, and spicy, expensive cologne.

“Daddy, can I have a popsicle?”

He turns to see Abby in the doorway, dressed in pink shorts and a Hello Kitty T-shirt, and he smiles.

“Sure, mijita, go ahead. Thanks for asking,” he says, patting her on the head.

“Are we going to see Mommy soon?” she asks, and Cal feels an ache in his chest.

“I hope so,” he tells her, though he isn’t sure whether they will ever see Dana again.

“I can’t wait to tell her about the mouse in the garage. She’s gonna go like this.”

Abby pulls an exaggerated face of terror, making him laugh.

“You think Mommy is scared of a little mouse?” he challenges her. “Mommy’s pretty brave.”

“It scared me,” Abby admits, looking at the ground.

“Hey,” Cal says, squatting down in front of her. “You can be scared and brave at the same time, did you know that?” Abby shakes her head. “It’s true. I bet Mommy will be very proud to hear about how you helped capture the mouse.”

Abby smiles self-consciously, then wordlessly turns and leaves the room. He goes back to the mirror, looking at the man he’s become. A husband. A father. A provider and protector. A man his mother would have been proud to call her son. He never wants to go back. He doesn’t want to be Toloache, or Guapo, or Principe. He wants to be Cal. He wants to be Daddy.

“Daddy!”

Something about the pitch of Abby’s voice sends him rushing down the stairs. She’s standing in the hallway, staring at the front door with a slowly melting popsicle in her fist.

“What’s wrong?” he asks breathlessly, his heart pumping.

“There’s somebody at the door,” she says. “A man looked in the window.”

Cal’s blood runs cold.

“Go in the living room,” he commands, a little too sharply, and Abby scurries away.

He peeks out the windows that flank the front door, but doesn’t see anyone. Slowly, he turns the knob and opens the door just a crack. Still, there’s no one there. Opening the door all the way, he spots a white envelope tucked under the edge of the doormat. He quickly retrieves it and then closes and locks the door.

“Who is it, Daddy?” he hears Abby call out from the other room.

“Mommy?!” Pete asks hopefully.

“It was nobody, guys,” he tells them. “Don’t worry about it.”

He carefully opens the envelope and pulls out a single sheet of paper.

Cal,

Get on the train at the Henryton Tunnel tomorrow at noon. Bring the children. I have a way out.

With Love,

Dana

His heart pitches up into his throat seeing her delicate, swooping scrawl. She’s been gone five days, and he’s done as she asked. He’s kept the children safe, continued to administer their vitamins, and given only vague, noncommittal answers regarding their mother’s whereabouts. The idea that they may be able to be together again, to be a normal family, makes him feel sick with hope. Even after losing eight years of context, the little sliver of time he spent as her husband was enough to convince him that he’d be willing to do just about anything to hold on to this idyllic life.

He walks into the living room, where Abby and Peter are eating popsicles on the couch—something Dana would not approve of.

“Hey guys, how would you like to see Mommy tomorrow?” he asks, and the children spring to their feet, jumping up and down with excitement. He watches them, a genuine smile on his face for the first time in days.

Toloache. Guapo. Principe. They were willing to fight and kill for money, power, and respect. Cal has only one thing he’d be willing to fight for. His children. His wife. His family.

God help the man who dares to lay a hand on any one of them.

Tagging @today-in-fic

#the x files #x files fanfic #txf #dana scully #fox mulder #xf fanfic #x files #the x-files #xfiles #thexfiles

[luvelylili]

48 hour challenge results !!

the updates

- clear skin.

ok so, my skin isn’t 100% crystal clear but my pimples became smaller and like, another thing i affirmed for was glass skin and the overall skin on my face is much smoother and even now. like it’s not a major glow up but i can notice an improvement since the first day, and i can tell that in a few days my skin will actually be fully clear, so i’m happy with these results.

- sleep paralysis.

honestly i wasn’t expecting to get sleep paralysis, nor was i even trying because i actually was away from home, on vacation during the weekend and sharing a room with my family members so i wasn’t about to start doing my method with people all around me. i know i don’t need a method like wbtb for sleep paralysis but, for me, the closest i got to sp was with this method. anyways, i didn’t get it. but i was able to strengthen my assumptions surrounding sleep paralysis and i feel like affirming positively for it like i did these past 48 hours only did me good. sooo, my goal for the future is to just keep persisting. usually this would be the part of my journey in which i give up due to not seeing any movement in the 3d but i know better now and now is the time i have to persist the most, there’s always movement and since i have my desire (sleep paralysis) right now in the 4d it is only a matter of time before it shows up in my 3d soon enough. why? because my 3d perfectly reflects my 4d, no matter what, because i said so.

- best case scenarios.

ok this!!! this was the best results i got from this challenge! i was on vacation with my family and i was kinda dreading it because they are all really close and even though they make an effort to include me and always are super sweet to me, i oftentimes felt like an outsider but this time that was not the case at all. i had so much fun!! literally everything went perfectly, it was like we were together all the time and it honestly was just such a blast. i really had not wanted to go but now i’m so so so happy.

+ other successes.

- on the day we were leaving for vacation, my uncle who was meant to pick me up texted at 3am that he would pick us up at 10am but i was asleep and didn’t see the text. so i woke up in the morning at 9:40 am and had to pack and get ready and i was panicking and then i affirmed like 3x ‘everything always works out perfectly for me’ and then literally 10 seconds later i get a text from him saying he was actually coming at 10:30am

- i saw 3 shooting stars!! (i always wanted to see one and i’d never seen one before)

- i felt super comfortable in my own skin! i wasn’t overthinking every little thing i did and was able to just relax and enjoy the moment and the company of the people i was with. i didn’t feel self conscious in a bikini, i didn’t feel judged for being myself and i just felt happy overall.

final thoughts

i enjoyed this challenge! having a clear outline of my goals and affirmations really helped me and it felt so good to see things fall into place just by controlling my thoughts. i reminded myself that i am god. i am the operant power and i am the one who has power over the 3d, not the other way around. i loved having my affirmations listed out on my original post because i was able to keep going back to them and affirm whenever i wanted. i still have a long way to go but i think this was a great challenge not only because i got results, but also because i was able to work on my loa skills by being mindful of my mental diet and being consistent with the same affirmations for the 48 hour duration of the challenge. this is also a really good challenge for beginners to try since it is short and really allows you to witness your own power by bringing desires to you in a period of 48 hours.

thank you @zen-shu for creating this challenge!! <3

#48hc #loassumption #law of assumption #law of attraction #law of the universe #self concept #void state #manifesting #shifting #shifting realities #sleep paralysis #3dolc x roe #affirming

[system-of-a-feather]

Here's the thing I feel a lot of people have a lot of trouble wrapping their heads around regarding my trauma responses and mental health profile and all is just that some of my arguably most "symptomatic" moments tend to ALSO be my most productive - either on a personal or societal level. And I don't mean to say that in a good way either.

I can't really properly genuinely and full heartedly feel right complaining because in the end of the day, my life gets better and better at a rapid rate and most decisions while biting off a lot more immediate stress do make it so that I am doing way better than other people in my situation would

But at the same time, it never stops and even if everything I do makes my life better and better, I really really don't know how to stop and I struggle to stop and due to a combination of trauma-driven behavior and just shit that is so so so so deeply ingrained, every time I get a moment of extended peace, I end up creating a really good, really productive multi month plan and just consume my time that way.

And I know that I'm doing it - every time I know that I am doing it, but I can't really just say no when the alternative is that I have to sit with the extreme discomfort of stagnancy and sit in an experience I am not used to, be aware of and tolerate a state of stress and misery when I know how to fix it, and just generally knowingly doing what I am certain would be a positive in favor of a hypothetical, theoretically healthy "break"

As a result, I rarely really get the chance to stop and take a break. I rarely get the chance to stop and ENJOY the fruit of my labor. I always have a moment in the future to work for and it's exhausting.

Anyways, I just made a huge plan that is gonna take up a good chunk of time and I am super excited but I'm also, just for a minute looking at myself and sighing, cause its a huge hassle and I am once again filling my down time with manufactured challenges.

Yeah the challenges will greatly help my life so it isn't POINTLESS challenges, but again - I always have to ask myself - where is the end to this?

Every year, every month, every time, that's the question I always have to ask and I never really have a satisfactory answer - only loose theoreticals.

At what point, can I just enjoy existing?

At what point will I stop chasing an amorphous "when things are right" and "when nothing can disrupt our security" and "when I have [insert environmental change]".

Cause honestly, at this point, all I want is a place and sustainable life style to roost in. I wanna make a nest and just sleep in it. I'm probably not Riku, either Fei or some fragment part, because I know Riku TM has so many projects that theyd want to work on IN their roost, but I dunno. I personally just honestly want to stop having to have three bags packed and ready to fly the coop

I really really can't complain though. This flight, while absolutely driven by this extremely entrenched maladaptive coping mechanism and a total flight response to life challenges, is a very very very smart decision and direction to go and I think its a good idea and will help us in the long run and all that on a mental, financial, socio-emotional, and physical level, but I really can't say I'm not tired of Doing This.

For context, since I don't think we ever said it, Riku felt moderately anxious and mildly depressed (they have been this whole time because they can't sit and wait for other people to give information so they can plan things) and checked up on a thing and in less than 48 hours

>decided they were going to assume PhDs all were rejecting us (fair) rather than hoping cause our system really doesn't do "hope" we just Do Action >decided they were done living in California cause its stupid expensive >decided to check out jobs in Colorado (one of our ideal long term end goal states to live in) >decided to apply to three >got an interview back for 2 >got a job offer >began active coordination with our fiance to move to Colorado

And it's great, it honestly really is. (figured it out, mostly Chunn lol) On all levels its a good idea and it brings us closer to the "when we have [nonexhaustive list of things that need to be met in life] we can enjoy" which is honestly something we need + we've been needing to get out of this area that we grew up in mental health wise. The level of which we can confidentally make these decisions as a whole and our ability to plan and what not is great and amazing

It's just also like.... damn we really work fast and sometimes its hard to keep up with ourselves man.

Honestly, I'm looking forward to it. I am, there's like so many great places for me to walk and bike and sit and shit there compared to here. I just also am still the part that is a variation of Data who I know would be having an aneurysm and this is all a lot for my headass that just wants to sit and look at trees.

Sometimes I'm too autistic for this system and how fast they move and make changes. It's ableist, I struggle with transitions //joking//

#alter: chunn #chunn chats #vent #vent tw #colorado saga

[diapergoonerii]

Diaper Gooner Edging Challenge

Long time Tumblr lurker, first time trying one of these! I’ve got about 12 hours on Sunday, April 7th, from when I’ve got my house to myself to when I really would need to try to go to bed for work (irl some important stuff is going down, so I do eventually need to clear my head). This post will stay active all the way until 12:00 AM, April 8th. I really want to be my best gooner self to celebrate the week off of work I’m finishing!

I’ve always liked diapers, since my childhood. I’ve had a tumblr since 2013 and lately I’ve really been exploring all sorts of kinks through my blogs! I really want to be reduced to a desperate, caged, gagged, and plugged diaper slut! Please help me live out my most embarrassing fantasies!

For every like, reblog, and comment on this post, I’ll become a bigger diaper gooner! I’ll add diapers, boosters, pacifiers, embarassing clothes, chastity, gags, toys, etc and so forth! Help determine how I’ll be having cummies at the end! I’ll share more content as this gets more traction too!

Please share this, I’m sure it can only go wrong for me!

5 Likes = 1 Edge

1 Reblog = 1 Edge

2 Comments = 1 Edge (no spamming)

Edge Count and Tasks

✅ 1) Drink 12 oz of water per hour for the rest of the day! No holding my pee unless instructed!

✅ 2) Spank each ass cheek 5 times before I edge

✅ 3) Suck on my paci for this edge

✅ 4) No more pants! No diaper coverings that go past my knees!

✅ 5) Insert my small plug before this edge for 5 edges

☑️ 6) Add a booster

☑️ 7) Hold my pee for 15 minutes

☑️ 8) Suck on my paci for this edge

☑️ 9) Spank each ass cheek 5 times before I edge

☑️ 10) Wear my chasitiy cage for the next 2 hours

☑️ 11) Only watch cartoons or porn the rest of the day

☑️ 12) No full sized hoodies! Cropped ones are ok!

☑️ 13) Go outside in whatever clothes I’m wearing and share a picture

☑️ 14) Wear my chastity cage for the next hour

☑️ 15) Post a picture of myself every ten edges from now on, wherever I am!

☑️ 16) Cut holes, add a thin diaper

☑️ 17) Stop, Drop, and Potty - no matter where/what I’m doing when I see this! Share a pic

☑️ 18) Pull down my diaper and spank my balls 5 times

☑️ 19) Suck on my paci for this edge

☑️ 20) Put on tall sockies for the rest of the day

☑️ 21) Give myself an enema, hold as long as I can!

☑️ 22) Share most recent porn link

☑️ 23) Listen to gooner hypno for 5 edges

☑️ 24) Tug my nipples 5 times before I edge

☑️ 25) I’m a dumb baby who shouldn’t get to talk any more! Suck my paci for the rest of the day!

☑️ 26) Share an audio of myself edging

☑️ 27) Suck on my ball gag for 1 edge

☑️ 28) Double my water intake for 1 hour

☑️ 29) Take a picture of myself outside

☑️ 30) No boys’ shorts anymore

☑️ 31) Suck my big paci for the next 2 edges!

☑️ 32) Stop, Drop, and Edge - +1 edge, to be completed ASAP! no matter where/what I’m doing when I see this!

☑️ 33) Spank each ass cheek 5 times before I edge

☑️ 34) Suck on my big paci for the next 3 edges

☑️ 35) Tug my nipples 5 times before I edge

☑️ 36) Add 2 boosters

☑️ 37) Wear my ball gag for the next edge

☑️ 38) Only crop tops or onesies from here on out

☑️ 39) Listen to gooner hypno for 10 edges

☑️ 40) Wear my chastity cage for the next 4 hours

☑️ 41) Pull down my diaper and spank my balls 5 times

☑️ 42) Stop, Drop, and Potty - no matter where/what I’m doing when I see this! Share a video!

☑️ 43) Hold my pee for 30 minutes

☑️ 44) Add 2 boosters

☑️ 45) Share a video of this edge

☑️ 46) Pull on my nipples 10 times, hard

☑️ 47) Share most recent porn link

☑️ 48) Write a page of lines saying “I’m a porn addict, bully me!” and share it

☑️ 49) No more shorts, my diapies will be exposed from here on out!

☑️ 50) Quadruple my water intake for an hour

☑️ 51) Edge to a mean mistress joi video and share the link

☑️ 52) Be a bigger baby! Suck my big paci for the rest of the day!

☑️ 53) Cut holes, add a thick, boosted diaper

☑️ 54) Write naughty things about myself all over my diapers

☑️ 55) Put on my tutu for the rest of the day!

☑️ 56) Share a video of myself singing my ABC’s while edging

☑️ 57) Hold my pee for 30 minutes

☑️ 58) Change as many inner diapers as are wet, add a boosted thin and double boosted thick diaper! Share before, during, and after pics of my diaper change!

☑️ 59) Add a cloth diaper

☑️ 60) I don’t deserve erections, wear my chastity cage the rest of the day!

☑️ 61) Pull down my diaper and spank my balls 5 times

☑️ 62) Spank each ass cheek 5 times before I edge

☑️ 63) Pull down my diaper and spank my balls 5 times

☑️ 64) Draw a picture of a mommy domme pegging me as stick figures and share it

☑️ 65) Add another cloth diaper with a cloth boosters

☑️ 66) Use a wand for the next 5 edges

☑️ 67) Stop, Drop, and Edge - +1 edge, to be completed ASAP! no matter where/what I’m doing when I see this! Doesn’t count towards previous edging tasks.

☑️ 68) Hold my pee for 1 hour

☑️ 69) Pull down my diapers and spank myself until my ass and upper thighs are red! Share pictures before I get to do this edge!

☑️ 70) Fuck my dildo for 1 edge

☑️ 71) Stop, Drop, and Potty - no matter where/what I’m doing when I see this! Share a pic

☑️ 72) Share audio of me singing along to “Barbie Girl” while edging

☑️ 73) I’m too much of a pissy diaper slut, I need to wear all 4 of my cloth diapers and use all my cloth boosters for the rest of the day!

☑️ 74) Tug nipples 20 times before this edge

☑️ 75) Set up a half tent in my backyard and spend 1 hour gooning

☑️ 76) Insert my large plug for 10 edges

☑️ 77) Record myself reading one of my favorite tumblr captions and share it

☑️ 78) Share most recent porn link

☑️ 79) Write two pages of lines saying “I’m a diaper slut, will you please fuck my ass?” and share them

☑️ 80) Hold my pee for 1 hour

☑️ 81) Pull down my diaper and spank my balls 10 times

☑️ 82) Fuck my dildo for 2 edges

☑️ 83) Edge to denial joi porn and share the link

☑️ 84) Stop, Drop, and Edge - +1 edge, to be completed ASAP! no matter where/what I’m doing when I see this!

☑️ 85) Post a video of myself edging outside

☑️ 86) Fuck my dildo for 2 edges

☑️ 87) Quadruple my water intake for 1 hour

☑️ 88) Suck on my paci gag for 5 edges

☑️ 89) Fuck my dildo for 1 edge

☑️ 90) Fuck me, leave the big plug in and when I make cummies at the end of the day, I have to be fucking my dildo!

☑️ 91) Tug on my nipples while watching 5+ minutes of diaper porn

☑️ 92) Record and share an audio of myself begging you to fuck me and let me make cummies

☑️ 93) Gag on my dildo for 10 minutes

☑️ 94) Hump on my concrete carport and share a picture

☑️ 95) Hold my pee until I can’t anymore! Film a video of myself doing a potty dance and losing control when it happens

☑️ 96) Share an audio of me edging, thanking everyone for bullying me!

☑️ 97) Pull my diapers down and spank my ass until I cry!

☑️ 98) Pull my diapers down and spank my balls until I cry more!

☑️ 99) Suck on my ball gag for the rest of the day!

☑️ 100) Edge to some chastity porn and share the link

☑️ 101) I get to make cummies! I’ll film the whole thing!

Punishments

If I don’t/can’t complete all 100 edges on account of accidentally cumming, I’ll spank myself before bed for each edge I did or didn’t complete, which ever number is higher! I’ll put myself in huge diapers, chastity, gagged, and plugged until morning!

If I don’t/can’t complete all 100 edges because I run out of time, I have to sleep in whatever level of clothes and tasks I run out of time in! I’ll film myself apologizing for being a dumb lazy gooner baby who deserves to stay in diapers!

[mekana47]

2023 Fanfic Reflections

Tagging: With no pressure, @beepbeepsan, @isabellehemlock, @alllthequeenshorses, @genyathefirebird, and anyone else who wants to play.

What is your favorite thing you created?   “A Little Trust” because it was my first fic in The Witcher fandom. I was nervous to try something new and starting off with an AU, but I love the idea of Lambert running a floral shop that’s a front for poisons and antidotes for this underworld of killers-for-hire.

Which work are you proudest of?  “Scene by Scene” I had a nearly completed fast draft of this story by the end of 2020, but it took me nearly three years to edit and post it. My standards changed, my skills changed, The Old Guard fandom shrunk considerably, but the emotional payoff speaks for itself.

Is there anything you are proud of that you achieved this year? I finished “Scene by Scene.” I posted 14 other fics, nearly doubling my total on AO3.

Did you explore anything new this year? (A new way to be creative, a trope you didn’t write before, or an idea you hadn’t thought of earlier, etc.) I started writing for a new fandom, which I had resisted because I still love TOG and have a ton of ideas and drafts, but to my surprise, writing for The Witcher also got me back into writing, in general, including for The Old Guard. I also did 48-hour challenges ten times. Having that deadline for posting doesn’t let me second-guess my choices.

Which work gave you the most difficulty? Either “Between You and Me (and You)” because it’s a Tenet time-travel PWP with two versions of the same character who canonically does not have a name, or “Buy Me Some Peanuts” because I completely restarted this Witcher baseball AU when I realized I’d started the story way too early for a flash fic. Also I cut like half the baseball jargon and I still feel like it’s jargon heavy.

What was your biggest creative challenge this year? I’m still not great at balancing new ideas, completed drafts that need editing, WIPs that aren’t ready to post, and WIPs that are already partially posted. Adding a new fandom gave me this surge of creativity and productivity, but I also have even more ideas. What am I going to post next? Not even I know.

Which work brought you the most joy? All of them, in different ways, but to choose one, “A Changing Tide.” I wanted to write something new solely for me, so I picked some prompts off a list and ended up with a fun TOG pirate AU.

Which of your works do you think people should check out? It depends on your interests. For The Witcher, I’d say “At Your Back” is representative of how I think about canon-- a web of witchers who trust and care about few others but will also trust those who’ve earned their loved ones’ trust. For The Old Guard, I strayed from my typical mission-fic this year for mostly PWPs, but “A Changing Tide” might be the most representative.

Do you have creative plans for next year?  Is there anything exciting you’re currently working on? For The Witcher, I’d like to finish “All Our Truths, Crossed Out,” keeping doing flash challenges that spark ideas, and work on a cursed!Geralt fic through January. For The Old Guard, I have two completed fast drafts that need heavy edits (one’s a sequel to the a/b/o “Rapid Boiling” and one’s a sorta spiritual prequel to “Hold Tight”), a Keane-centric futurefic that I adore but have only written about half of the fast draft, and the possibility of more pirates.

Lastly, any words of wisdom or anything else you would like to share? Have fun. Write what you want to write. You might be surprised what other people like. Finishing things can be helpful, but so can setting things aside.

#ask meme #trying a timed challenge in a completely new fandom just so I can unstick my other writing? #My writing #the old guard #the witcher

[deanstead]

Resa's 3K Fiesta Writing/Content Bingo!

Resa hits the big three!

This is fun, cos I'll hit my own personal big 3 come November! Challenges haven't worked out for me before but I still thought it'd be fun to celebrate together, so this time I came up with a Writing Bingo event! Absolutely no pressure if you cannot finish a line, or if you decide you wanna jump around, but I hope you will join if you can!

Masterlist

RULES

Bingo will end on 31 Dec GMT +8 (If you need extensions, I'd be open to that, so let me know!)

Please tag your posts as #resa.3kfiestabingo and you can @ me as well so I will see it! (If i haven't reblogged or commented within 48 hours, please feel free to message me!)

One fic/post fills only one square but you can reuse prompts as you like, just indicate clearly on your fic which is the square that was filled! (eg. Square Filled: 5 + 1 for @resanoona's 3K Fiesta Bingo)

It'll be nice if you can write from any of the shows I watch, but I don't want to restrict fandoms/pairings, so feel free to write what you want, any fandom/pairing!

NSFW is okay, but all fics should have the appropriate warnings!

Any other content (eg. Fanart, GIFs, Graphics, Moodboard) is definitely also allowed!

No worries if you cannot finish a line or if you want to jump around!

Post your content/masterlists by 31 Dec and I'll do up a specific masterlist for this to be shared once the event is closed!

As mentioned, if the prompts inspire any non-fic content, that's perfectly fine and I'd love to have you join as well! Mix it up if you want!

If you have any questions, please feel free to ask me and have fun!

Not sure if anyone will participate but I hope you guys will!

Tagging some writers/content creators who might be interested (and if you can help to signal boost, i'll be thankful too!)

@fighterkimburgess @halsteadlover @sheetsonfire @adamruz @enchantedblackrose @writercole @afriendlyneighborhoodhufflepuff @i-like-sparkly-things @allthosedarlings @study-coffee-chicago @district447 @mwritesforyou @talicat713 @mssleepy876b @gregorygerwitz @kitthekazoo @crockettmarcel @typical-simplelove @agent-bash

#user.resa #resa.3kfiestabingo #writing bingo #bingo games

[little-artworks]

Resources for customizing your very own game consoles & controllers

So since my custom Nintendo 64 post has blown up, I've been asked a few times for a guide on how I did it - so I've decided to put together a masterpost of sorts!

Your first step in customizing any consoles or controllers will be to completely disassemble it & get all the electronics out, separate out any buttons & port covers, etc. You can find tutorials for disassembling probably most if not all consoles with a quick Google or YouTube search; here are a couple I have used:

Nintendo 64 (VERY good tutorial & includes spray painting guidance too! Highly recommend giving this a watch even if you're not doing an N64)

Gamecube (this is technically for modding a Gamecube, & does involve more disassembly than you'll need to do necessarily, but has the basics)

Reassembling the top portion of a Gamecube shell (it's a bit tricky)

Gamecube controller

Once your console is completely disassembled, the next step is to wash the shell & all parts you want to paint. Easiest way is to just fill a sink with dish soap & water & wash just like you're doing the dishes!

Once everything is nice & clean, dry it thoroughly or allow it to air dry. When it's dry, use painter's tape to cover the jewel or any stickers you don't want to paint over, & a craft knife (Xacto is my knife of choice) to carefully cut off the excess tape around the jewel and/or stickers.

Next, you'll want to rough up the surface of everything you're going to paint with some 600 grit sandpaper. You're aiming to take the shiny finish off the plastic - if your surface started out black, you'll be looking for it to appear a little whitish. It doesn't take much. This helps give the paint a better surface to hold onto. Once you're done sanding, give it a thorough wipedown with some damp paper towels to clean up any stray particles.

And then it's painting time!

I use spray paint, starting with a flat white primer, then a few coats of color, then a clear top coat. You'll want to be sure you get a paint that specifically says it works on plastic - Rustoleum is my go-to.

Another thing to bear in mind is you definitely want to read all of the instructions on the can! It's important to do any painting in a well ventilated area & wear breathing & eye protection.

The process for me took a lot of patience as my particular spray paint requires me to recoat within one hour, or after a full 48 hours (and I think this is common with most/all spray paint - the reason is to prevent bubbles & uneven finish). Also, for the type I used, it has maximum plastic adhesion after 5 to 7 days, so even once I'm done painting I generally wait a full week to put things back together to be absolutely on the safe side.

As an aside, related specifically to what I did on the ones I have painted & if you're looking to do something similar, the white flecks are also spray paint applied a little differently. I just sprayed white paint onto on a paper plate, holding the can very close to the plate so I could get a good little puddle of it; and for my best results yet, I dipped a toothbrush in the paint, held the toothbrush above the surface, & hit the brush to splatter the paint. (If you want to do this, I highly recommend testing it out on some cardboard or anything but your equipment first to be sure you like the result/know how you want to do it.)

Another option is to just use a small paintbrush & manually paint dots, but I personally like the splatter effect better.

As to the gradient, that's something I just trail and error'd & experimented until I got it right. If you want a smooth blend between multiple colors, you want to avoid using painter's tape to make any hard lines. It can be challenging to get all the paint where you want it to go (and stay away from the parts where you don't want it), but patience is key. I've found just sometimes using a piece of paper (held in my free hand) helps to keep the paint off one area of the shell, but again even that can be tricky & requires some practice & trial & error.

If you make any mistakes, one blessing is that spray paint is very forgiving. You can always either paint right over or sand off mistakes & start over!

Happy crafting!

#i hope i covered basically everything #custom game consoles #how to #guide #helpful tips #diy #star cluster art guides #custom n64 #custom gamecube #asks #tips

[wolfstarwritingchallenges]

❤️ Wolfstar First Date Challenge | Rules & Prompts ❤️

Hi!

Wolfstar Writing Challenges is back with another challenge! This one is all about first dates.

How it works :

The goal is to write a story or create a work of art based around first dates. Wolfstar has to be the main pairing, and your work needs to be about a first date, but it doesn’t have to be Wolfstar’s first date. Maybe they’re already together and they’re setting their friends up for a first date, or perhaps Harry comes to them for advice for his first date etc. As long as your work includes a first date + Wolfstar, it counts for this challenge!

There will be 10 first date prompts to help you get inspired, but you don’t have to use them if you don’t want to. Feel free to create any first date fluff / angst / smut etc. you want. Prompts can be found at the bottom of this post.

The schedule :

24 April : Rules & Prompts are posted 1 May : The AO3 collection opens 15 June : The AO3 collection closes

Just a few simple rules & guidelines for this challenge :

- This is a Wolfstar challenge, so the main focus of your story has to be Remus & Sirius. But feel free to add any other characters and pairings you like.

- There is no minimum or maximum word count for stories, but if you write a chaptered fic, your work will have to be complete by the end of the challenge. All forms of art are welcome.

- All works posted to the AO3 Collection will be shared to the Tumblr page. Please give it up to 48 hours for me to share your work to Tumblr. If it hasn’t been shared after that time, there’s a chance I have missed it. Then feel free to send me a message to remind me to share it.

- If you only post your work to Tumblr / Wattpad etc. and you want it shared to the page, please send me a message with the following information and a link to your work. (Tagging doesn’t always work, so if you only tag the page and don’t send a message, there’s a chance I might miss it.) :

- Title : - Rating : - Warnings (if any) : - Summary :

- Works for this challenge have to be new. Older works that fit the challenge will not be accepted into the AO3 collection or shared to the Tumblr page.

- Any rating or theme is allowed for the challenge. But please make sure to put up the correct tags, and to add a warning if your story contains things like MCD, Violence, Non-Con etc.

- Works for this challenge may be combined with prompts for other challenges, but please make sure to check with the mods for those other challenges / fests as well!

- A masterlist of all the works created for this challenge will be shared on this Tumblr page after the challenge has ended.

The prompts :

- Dance class - (Midnight) picnic - Cooking class - Escape room - Wine tasting - Concert - Cat cafe - Stargazing - Ghost tour - Pottery class

Have fun! ❤️

#wolfstarfirstdatechallenge #wolfstar #wolfstar challenge #wolfstar fest #harry potter challenge #harry potter fest #hp fest #writing challenge #art challenge