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inafieldofdaisies · 8 months

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WIP Wednesday | Tagged by @adelaidedrubman ❤️

"Nothing like little arson to make a point." won the last WIP poll game, so I'm dropping the sentences for it below.

"Ah, bud, I kinda wish my old man was here.", Calahan grunted out into the night air, sending a quick glance in Zorro's direction and finding him sniffing at something in the overgrown grass, "We used to joke about catching Ragnar before-" Just as a fish finally bit, the tranquility ruling over the small boat ramp dispersed with the appearance of a pair of headlight, accompanied by shouts and all-too-familiar pleas for help. "For fuck's sake, you fucking Peggies. We have company, Zorro.", he quickly got up, swapping the fishing rod for his gun and turning in the direction of the distressed calls. After putting a bullet or two between the eyes of unlucky cultists and cutting lose the group of kidnapped civilians that were chosen for a midnight Cleansing, he found himself gathering his things as his mood only soared by the idea another one of his favorite fishing spots was about to be polluted with Bliss and that maybe, just maybe he had finally hooked Ragnar. "Let's go, son.", he called for Zorro as he deposited his gear in the back of his truck, an idea carrying a promise of destruction forming while he helped him into the passenger seat, "It's about time I send Johnny a message he'd understand clearly, especially since he ain't taking the hint from my notes." The road ahead of them was for once empty when Hartley set out towards Fall's End and neither the cool air or the cigarette he had lit up helped dispel the anger bubbling inside him. Goddamn John Seed, why should I have peace for even one night, while you're sleeping in your fancy ranch and probably dreaming of Gray givin' ya some?! Tires screeched as he came to a stop in front of the Spread Eagle and jumped out, pushing his way in and coming face to face with a confused Mary May. "What in the hell, Rookie?", she asked in disbelief when he vaulted over the bar and grabbed the first bottle of booze he could, her complaints dying down the moment his lips found hers and he stole a kiss before heading back out. "Cal, where are you going?", she followed close behind him and into Gus' abandoned garage, heated gaze falling on him as he grabbed two jerrycans, "Calahan." He ignored her appeals, dropping off the gas cans in his trunk while his mind ran over the plan that was bound to result in John having a guaranteed shitty night. "You gonna give me an answer, or just steal my liquor and drive off?", Mary May probed again and rested her hands against the rolled down window, examining Calahan as he leaned back in the driver seat with an expression that screamed trouble. His lips twisted in a devilish smile when his baby blues met hers, "It's time to say 'No', Angel, and what a better way to do it than getting rid of that goddamn ugly sign?" "Give me a second.", she instructed sternly, breezing into her bar before he could argue how taking her along would be a bad idea and put her in unnecessary danger. A tired sigh left him as his gaze moved over to Zorro, "She truly is the one, ain't she, buddy."

Tagging, @chazz-anova @jillvalentinesday @poisonedtruth @madparadoxum @strafethesesinners @josephseedismyfather @g0dspeeed @florbelles @clicheantagonist @strangefable @corvosattano @euryalex @josephslittledeputy @voidika @trench-rot @theelderhazelnut @aceghosts @socially-awkward-skeleton @black-dragon-posting @simplegenius042 @direwombat @nightbloodbix @cassietrn @stacispratt @v0idbuggy @thesingularityseries @purplehairsecretlair and anyone that would like to do the tag ❤️

#burn baby burn... ❤️#please; the John dreaming about Sabrina comment... 😂#tagged <3 #wip wednesday #wip: in hope of tomorrow #oc: calahan hartley #calahan x mary may #ship: the daredevil and the anchor #fc5 ocs #fc5 deputy #far cry 5 oc #far cry 5 deputy #wip snippet #wip whenever #character dynamics #current wip #wip tag #mygifs

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lunabug2004 · 3 months

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Hi, sweetie, hope you're in a good mood 😊. My question is, what are your expectations for ST5? Any specific scenes you'd love to see? ❤️

Aw, I am in a good mood rn, thank you! ❤️ Sorry it took me so long to answer this, I wanted to think about it a little.

However, even after thinking about it, I've come to the conclusion that I won't be too hard to please. The only things I expect are: Mike breakdown, Mike in full-on leader/strategist mode, Byler fight and maybe kiss 👀, Will coming out, El independent arc (whether that means Mileven breakup or not), and Mike being a huge target but not dying.

As for scenes I want to see: idrk. I'm looking forward to tons of parallels, and I do have a couple I want like a second Byler rain scene. Also, more Byler heart-to-hearts. Maybe a Wheeler siblings scene, too.

Sorry, I know this is really Mike-centric, I just think about him 24/7 so he's really the only one I have set expectations for. Also, I do really want Mileven to break up (but stay besties) and Byler to be endgame, and I do think it's a big possibility cuz of all our proof, but I still wouldn't say I expect it, unfortunately (if that even makes sense).

In general, I just want everyone's story to be well-explained and come to a satisfying close. Specifically, I need Mike's arc to be written well bc I simply don't know what I'd do if they screw up his storyline last minute.

Thank you for the ask! I hope you have a wonderful day! 😊

#thank you for the ask!#❤️#mike wheeler #byler #stranger things #stranger things 5 #st5 expectations #excited but scared #(for byler specifically)#that's how i feel abt st5 😂#i just realized how much i wrote #maybe i'm harder to please than i thought #answering asks #answered asks #Jay's saying stuff :)#Jay's talking ST <3

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the-hole-in-terzos-shoe · 1 year

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If you had Life Eternal

Corny title, I KNOW ok? 🤪 I wrote this in like an hour at 1:00am! This started simply as a thought I had about a different take on the lyrics for this song. Just some angst that ends with Cardinal confessing his feelings for Reader.

Tw: the Papas are dead :/ Bonus tho: picture whichever Papa you'd like ❤️

• • •

"Cardinal?" you ask, gently pushing open his cracked office door.

"Ah, sì! Come in, Sorella!"

His cheery demeanor always made you feel welcome.

"Could I, uhhh... Could I show you something, Cardinal? I was wanting your opinion."

He could tell you were more nervous than usual, about what he couldn't guess, you had always been quite comfortable around one another since you'd started spending time together. You hadn't known him very well before... Well, before Sister Imperator had taken your beloved Papa from you.

"Of course, (Y/N), come, sit," he waves you towards the chair in front of his desk.

You quickly shut his office door and seat yourself opposite him. "Well, um, I'm sure you know it's coming up on another anniversary since..." The words die in your throat as you crinkle a piece of paper in your hands.

"Sì, mia cara, I know." The anniversary of the Papas' passing. Copia looks at you with genuine sympathy in his eyes; he couldn't imagine losing someone as close as you had.

"Well I wrote this for him. For Papa." You throw the paper on the desk.

The Cardinal awkwardly reaches out for it, somehow managing to stammer even in silence. His eyes carefully move over the tear stained scrawl on the delicate fibers.

"Can you hear me say your name forever?

Can you see me longing for you forever?

Would you let me touch your soul forever?

Can you feel me longing for you forever, forever?

I know the light grows darker down below

But in your eyes it's gone before you know

This is the moment of just letting go

If you had life eternal..."

Copia looks up at you when he finishes reading, "It's-"

"I know it's not much, but you're so good with words, Cop- I mean, Cardinal. I just thought you would know best," you blurt out.

"Cara, what I was going to say is that it is beautiful. I think it's a perfect dedication to your Papa."

"Well, he was everyone's Papa." You cast your eyes down at the floor.

"Sì, but you were especially close with him, and everyone knows how fondly he thought of you."

You're unable to look back up at him, knowing that if you do, you'll lose all composure. "Thank you, Cardinal." You quickly dismiss yourself from the room that suddenly felt so stuffy, leaving your note behind.

• • •

A few months later, you were invited to an open rehearsal for the Ghost Project. They're getting ready to leave for tour in a few weeks immediately following the release of the new album, so everything was pretty much polished; they just like to let the Siblings of Sin, high clergy, and any other ghouls and people belonging to the ministry hear their new music before everyone else.

You'd been lucky enough to get a preview of a few songs through the Cardinal, but you insisted he not give you too much special treatment, wanting to wait for their ministry gig.

The performance is so fun, as always, everyone singing along to songs that they already knew, and listening intently for the unfamiliar ones that they knew would become their new favorites! However, something strikes a cord when you heard your own words being belted by Cardinal Copia through the microphone.

As all the Siblings swooned over such a beautiful slow song, something Ghost didn't do often, you are seemingly frozen. 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴? 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘱𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘤 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺? You feel beside yourself.

On the other hand, masked by his stage presence, Copia is so nervous to sing this song to you. And it is for you. He saw you pause upon hearing the first chorus, and he starts to worry when you don't move through the first verse.

Begging for you to look up at him, he gets his wish by the end of the second chorus. He meets your tear filled eyes; he had written a second verse just for you. As he serenades the crowd, his attention is on you; he could only hope you heard his thoughts, the meaning behind every line.

"We dance once more"

𝘐 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵.

"I feel your hands are cold"

𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘴, 𝘮𝘪𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘢, 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

"Within your heart, a story to be told"

𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵, 𝘐'𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘵.

"This is the moment of just letting go"

𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦, ��𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦.

"This is the moment of just letting go"

𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭.

By the third chorus, nothing feels real. Tears break past your waterline, and you feel like you might puke. You press your fingers to your mouth and quickly run from the room.

Luckily your stomach did not betray you, and you're able to calm your nerves by splashing cool water on your face in the bathroom. Not long after, you head back to your room, deciding it would be all too much to try to party any more tonight; you just need rest.

• • •

Hours pass and sleep never finds you. Frustration washes over you as you hear a knock on the door. Surely one of your fellow Sisters coming to drag you to a party.

"I'm asleep!!" you yell before throwing a pillow over your head.

"I, uhh, it doesn't sound like it, Sorella."

The Cardinal. Damn it. 𝘕𝘰𝘵 the person you wanted to see right now, not that you wanted to see anyone.

Begrudgingly, you trudge over to the door before cracking it open. "Topolino, are you alright? You seemed... unwell earlier. I was sad to see you leave so early."

You sigh, defeated, and open the door some more. "I'm fine, I just..." In your pause, the feelings bubble back up inside you, and it all comes gushing out, "I just can't believe you thought it was okay to do that!!! To make my words into a song! Private thoughts, my deepest feelings, and you just put it out there for everyone to hear!"

The Cardinal gently pushes you back into the room, closing the door behind you so no one would hear your tirade.

"I 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 you! And you used my feelings for your silly band!!! That second verse didn't even make sense!"

He stood there, and he took it until that last line. That's when he mumbled, "That was for you."

"What? What excuse could you possibly have for that?!" You didn't let up on him. You're mad and it's all spilling out now.

"𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶!" he boomed. "That second verse, I wrote it for you."

For the second time that night, your Cardinal had you speechless, frozen to the spot.

His voice comes much softer this time, "I know you wrote that first verse for your Papa, and so I sang it from your perspective, but the second verse is about how I see you..."

"Oh-" is all you can manage before his lips are on yours. Instinctively, you soften into his kiss; he's your Cardinal after all, you know he wouldn't do anything to hurt you on purpose. You know this just by the gentle way his hands caress your body, gracing the small of your back, your waist, your cheeks, and your hair as his lips write their own love letter against yours.

Both panting and dizzy from your heightened feelings, your apologize, "I'm so sorry, Copia. I really misinterpreted that whole thing..."

"Sì, I'm sorry too, mia bella. I should've discussed it with you. I'm sure it was a lot for you to take in," he hugs you to him tightly.

"Well... It was a beautiful arrangement. It would be a shame if the fans never got to hear it," you smile up at the man holding you so close.

"(Y/N), I will take it off the album if it displeases you."

"Cardi, what did I just say? Leave it on, let everyone know how much you love me," you grin at him.

"I 𝘥𝘰 love you, Sorella. Please let me love you."

Leaning up to him, you press another kiss to his lips, feeling his mustache tickle your nose.

"As you wish, my love."

That nickname coming from you was all he could ever ask for in this world.

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embyrinitalics · 1 year

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So you know how when a writer gets fan art it’s like the most amazing thing that’s ever happened to us and we sit there and sob over it for several weeks

Is the reverse also true? Do artists enjoy getting stories based on their art?

#I feel like it’s not the same #like art captures a moment in a fic but this is inverted #but sadly I cannot draw so I’m looking at other ways to show appreciation #but I also feel like I could see an artist actively not liking it? like that is not what this art is about at all how did you even??? 😂#anyway honest opinions please ❤️

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emmyrosee · 2 years

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call me crazy but i feel like osamu likes being a bachelor who also loves kids, so the minute he hears he's going to be an uncle, he absolutely looses his mind because hes so excited :(

HEY WOW YOURE SO RIGHT-

Like Atsumu is so excited to tell his brother that he’s going to be an uncle, it takes everything in his power to not say anything every time he sees Osamu (which is like. Every other day come on now) until the tiny, colorful Vans’ shoes come in, and he can wrap them up with the pregnancy test. Just so happens that the shoes come just two weeks before their shared birthday, and he literally has to avoid Osamu to avoid word vomiting about the tiny human on the way.

But the night of their birthday, it’s their mom, some close friends, you, osamu and atsumu, and it’s quiet and intimate and when it’s finally time for cake and cards, Atsumu smiles innocently as he plops a colorfully wrapped present on the table, and osamu looks up from his cake with a scowl. “I thought we agreed no gifts,” he grumbles, clearly embarrassed that he absolutely did not get his brother a gift. Atsumu shrugs, “I know ya good for it.”

“I don’t want it.”

“Yeah, you do,” Atsumu promises, using one finger to push the box closer to him. “Come on- from me and the better half. Open it.”

And Osamu’s eyes flick between his brother, you, then to his mom and a few of his friends, who are just grinning back because they already know and they’re just so excited for the reveal, before he sighs in annoyance, grabbing the box and tearing the wrapping off of it, a confused brow quirking high on his head when he sees the teeny tiny shoebox, and he looks at his brother, “uh.. don’t think these’ll fit me, dude.”

Atsumu offers his brother a deadpanned look, “maybe your gift is inside the box, dickhead.” And Osamu scoffs and shakes his head, mumbling a soft “dumbass,” before he flips up the top, and his large grey eyes glaze the contents. His eyes widen in realization, and large hands tighten their grip on the cardboard, the colorful tiny shoes contrasting greatly against the brown of the box, but his eyes just repeatedly look over the 3 positive pregnancy tests that lay on the shoes. Atsumu rests his chin on his palm, still smiling dopily as Osamu’s head turns to Atsumu. “This ain’t funny, ‘Tsumu.”

“Good, ‘cause I’m not tryna be.”

“Atsumu-“

“You like the color of the shoes though?”

“ARE YOU SERIOUS?”

The blonde twin stands up to hug his still blind-sided brother, “hope you like your gift, ‘cause we’re not returning it.”

And at this point, a smile finally starts to splay over Osamu’s face, grey eyes contrasting against the reddening of his sclera’s as he rises and absolutely squeezes his brother in a hug, breathless with a swirling mind as he still tries to grasp his brothers gift. “You’re gonna be an uncle, bro,” Atsumu whispers, ecstatic about Osamu’s reaction. The usual big, tough Osamu tucks his face in Atsumu’s neck to try and hide his crying, but his heaving shoulders aren’t fooling anyone, and Atsumu just smacks him on the back in comfort.

“Thank you,” he whimpers, and when Atsumu turns to look at you, his face is dropped in pure surprise and he mouths a “oh my god!” to everyone in the room.

Finally Atsumu pulls away and says “go hug my better half, what’re ya doin?” and when Osamu’s teary eyes find yours, he’s laughing to see you recording him, he’s just so excited he’s nearly vibrating. He stalks over to you, pulling you in a ridiculously tight hug around your shoulders. “This is the best gift I’ve ever gotten,” he sniffles against you. Then, you feel him smile, “she’s already got me wrapped around her finger.”

You chuckle back and plant a kiss his temple, “she?”

When he pulls back, his grin is spread wide over his cheeks and the tear tracks shine against the light, “I just know she’s gonna be a princess.”

@meloomi AHHHHHHH-

#posting now so when I clock out of work I can see the reactions😅🥰#also I wrote this h*gh so please forgive the run ons and the rambling😂❤️#hey anon you got me in my fEELS DAWG #i could so see how osamu would be top tier dad #but also super uncle who swoops in constantly osamu??#swooning brb #atsumu miya #atsumu miya fluff #atsumu miya x reader #atsumu miya x f!reader #atsumu miya x reader fluff #atsumu miya imagine #dad!atsumu #osamu miya #osamu miya fluff #osamu miya imagine #uncle!osamu

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amalia-uwu · 8 months

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☁️Clouds☁️

A oneshot based on Skerbbie's @skerbbie First & Seconds!

Thank you for giving us this fic! You have no idea how happy your writing makes me!!! Here is a small gift for you!! 💕 😘

Warnings: light angst, hurt comfort

I DON'T OWN!: Undertale, Horrortale, Farmtale, the fanfiction : Firsts & Seconds written by Skerbbie! @skerbbie

The rights go to the respective owners!

Cover : Photo by James Wheeler from Pexels

Undertale by Toby Fox

Horrortale by Sour Apple Studios

Farmtale -> Farmer/Oira Sans belongs to 귀농테일 on twitter

First & Seconds written by Skerbbie @skerbbie

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Horror Sans nickname is Axe Pronouns He/Him, They/them Farmer sans nickname is Sticks. I call him that or just Sans! Pronouns He/him

-> Axe can speak but remains silent most of the times. For the needs of this story!

Excuse my errors, English isn't my first language! 💕

Enjoy! 💕 💕 💕

🌾

Photo below by Simon Berger from Pexels:

The sun slowly rose from behind the mountain. Slowly illuminating the sky and their humble home with it's orangish rays.

Sans pulled the curtains. He sat down on his chair watching the sunrise while sipping his coffee.

He always loved the sunrise, sunset, stars, flowers. Yeah... Well he loves nature in general.

He sat there for a while enjoying the soft sound of wind and the chirping of the morning birds.

It was a beautiful day outside. An idea crossed his mind. Their guest could move around quite easily.

He decided that it will be a good time to go outside. It will do him good to change a scenery. He smiled at himself.

He got up and took a basket and a checkered tablecloth (red and white in colors).

He hummed as he added fruits, sandwiches, water, juice, coffee, cake, biscuits and some more goodies. He prepared it nicely and put it in the side.

Papyrus was in town. He will come back in two days. Mkst chores were done so he could enjoy today with something different.

Soon he heard the floor creaking softly. He turned his head and looked at his guest.

"Hey buddy slept well?" he asked grinning softly.

They rubbed their eyes but managed to smile and nod sleepily.

"Have a sit, I'll cook something" Sticks offered

He obeyed, sat down and waited patiently.

Sticks, as he was cracking the eggs and cooking the bacon said "You know? I was thinking maybe we could go outside, it's a beautiful day outside. It will do some good to you, change of scenery... What do you think bud?" he looked over his shoulder.

Axe smiled softly and nodded. Sticks smile widen.

They sat down and ate some breakfast.

After that they changed their clothes.

Axe put on a white shirt his blue jacket and black basket shorts.

Sticks put on a black flannel with green overalls and black shoes. He added his straw hat. In his left hand he held the basket.

He started chewing softly a wheat.

"Ready bud?" he asked. Axe nodded.

They walked about 10 minutes, where there was a small hill with a cherry tree and ahead a beautiful valley with trees river, lake and flowers.

What a beauty!

They sat under the tree enjoying the sounds of nature.

Axe was mesmerized by the beauty. "You like it?" Sticks asked. Axe nodded his eye shining brighter than the sun.

Sticks could promise that he saw some tears building in the corners of Axe's eyes. He said nothing. He unfolded the tablecloth.

They looked at the clouds that were carried away softly by the wind. Axe looked at the clouds but mostly at Sans's hands and him (Sticks/Sans).

Sticks had on hand/ arm behind his neck. Resting his head.

"Hey look buddy this one looks like a dog" he spoke cheerfully,

"this one looks like a cat". Axe was listening carefully.

"This one looks like -"

Sticks stopped for a moment..

The clouds

Brought back some memories that made his eyes tear up.

He remembered how he loved watching the clouds with his brother and grandpa.

His eyes would sparkle and his grandpa will pat his head lovingly.

Yet there he was now. He didn't realize his face was bathed in tears until he felt soft hands caressing his face.

He also felt his body being pressed against another body. It took him a few seconds to realize what was happening.

He didn't push away. He smiled and cried at the same time "Sorry bud, i didn't mean to cry" he apologized.

Axe held him slightly tighter "It's okay" he spoke softly.

It took some minutes for Sticks to recollect himself. When Axe felt it was okay, he gently let go. He spoke "Look Sticks, this one looks like a dragon and that over there like a.. Heh like a heart"

Sticks smiled softly "hehaha *sniff* you are right! And Uhm.. T-Thanks buddy.." he said wiping away his tears with his sleeve.

Axe took the juices and apples he offered one to Sticks. They ate it while watching the scenery and clouds.

They kept pointing at the sky finding different patterns and figures in the clouds.

It seems that at some point Sticks got comfortable and took a nap. Axe inspected him, «Boy he is cute!» he thought.

He curled up next to him making sure that Sticks is comfortable.

Both enjoying a peaceful nap. In the warmth of the sun, the soft breeze and soft shadow of the clouds that passed by in front of the sun. They were cuddling with a happy and a peaceful expression on their faces.

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The end! 😘

Thank you for reading! 💙

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keepersofmyheart · 11 months

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Prune whip 🤮🤢🤮🤢🤮🤢

I agree. I hate prunes.

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stillcominback · 8 months

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⚡️ got my lightning mcqueen crocs today and now i'll just be ka-chowing all over the shop ⚡️

#the only way you could buy them was through a random 'raffle' system and i lucked out!#i've also been using one of my best friends here as my personal mail box (with all the moving around coming up idk where to ship stuff so #she doesn't mind bringing packages to me at work lmao also it's not a ton of stuff just an occasional impulse buy 😂)#BUT she brought them to me today and MAAAAN they're good #they light up!!! more light up shoes for adults please!#my inner child is doing great today tbh 🥰#hope you're all having great weeks! ❤️#i'll be dogsitting from tonight until tuesday so i'll actually be a bit more available on mobile / discord and stuff!#if anyone wants to chat or plot or write! i'll actually be enjoying like 6 days of alone-time with a doggy and quiet away from the office #and the moving chaos at home rn #*blows you all kisses*#00. // OUT OF AMMO ( OOC POST. )

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charliethomascoxuniverse · 2 years

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Sharp Magazine

The Defenders’ Charlie Cox Admits He’s “Very Talentless”

Peter Saltsman August 30, 2017 (X)

Modesty comes easy to Charlie Cox. He was born in London and grew up in southern England, a fanatical sports fan of slight demeanour (he now clocks in at a whopping 5’8”) and even slighter aspirations of becoming a famous actor. “I’m actually very talentless,” he says. “Actors tend to be artistic, and I’m not at all. Singing is a bad thing for me. And I can’t draw anything.”

Which is fine, because Cox doesn’t have to sing or draw in his role as Daredevil, the fearless red-suited Marvel superhero who appears in both his own series (aptly called Daredevil) and alongside Jessica Jones, Luke Cage, and Iron Fist in Netflix’s super-ensemble The Defenders.

Instead, Cox just has to sell death-defying leaps and remarkable — you might even say superhuman — athletic prowess. That, he can handle. “I was never a comic book guy growing up. I was all about sports, man,” he says. “Muggsy Bogues was a hero of mine. He’s only 5’3” but he could dunk. When I heard that, I thought, I’m gonna figure that out.”

Cox delved headlong into perfecting his sporting prowess, though admittedly stuck to more British pursuits like soccer or rugby than basketball — anything, though, that involved using his body and the chance that he might be able to show someone up on the playing field. That even included a brief stint at circus school, where he learned some (now very hidden) talents. “The one thing I can do is ride a unicycle. And juggle. Stuff like that,” he says. “It’s very useful.”

If you ask us, that’s far more impressive than anything his Marvel alter ego can do.

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#Charlie went to circus school 🤡💖#my god I love this man 😂❤️#requesting Disney give us Daredevil riding a unicycle in the new show please lol #although get your facts right Sharp Magazine - HE'S 5'10'' NOT 5'8''#charlie cox #matt murdock #daredevil #the defenders #interview #article

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Hussar 4,5,10, 13

Toska 2,13,14

Florian 8,9,4

This is real embarrassing for me but hey, I finally managed to answer this ask!! Surprise for ya all (even for me lol) I’m sure - also I’m so so sorry for how long this ask been sitting in my inbox Ranger, hope ya forgive me hah 😅😅

Before you go and open the keep reading section, I want to warn that the total number of this thing is like 2012 words so be ready for a big reading lol

muse development questions here

CHARACTER: HUSSAR

4) what seemingly insignificant memories stuck with your character?

One of those kinds of memories comes in the form of how his daughter ran to him all teary-eyed and pale as a ghost. It was the first thing he witnessed after coming home near midnight once again. He truly thought that something horrible had happened, dropping his leather briefcase in haste, and swooping his little girl into an embrace without hesitation. From the sound of it, his 5-year-old was the only one still waiting for him, his wife nowhere to be seen from the quick mental survey he did through the cramped living space. Before he could utter any kind of question to his daughter, she opened her mouth to show a blank space between her front teeth, while simultaneously showing off the tiny milk tooth lying on top of her small palm. Luckily for Hussar, his blood pressure did not skyrocket to a dangerous degree, it would have been quite an embarrassment if he had to explain the reason why he was having an almost heart attack. Unluckily for him, this memory of a daughter-father-only situation would be one of the last ones before the divorce.

Another instance relates to his time in training before he became the Hussar himself. His training squad was sent for tactical training in the Bieszczady Mountains for a whole week. The training was based on solo survival tactics and navigating the wilderness without contact with HQ. Being there was an experience, sleeping under an open sky, feeling how nature enveloped everything with its majestic beauty - the views especially had been ingrained in Hussar’s mind. More so than even the training he was in the first place for. However, the first time he saw a bear wasn’t one of his fondest moments in Hussar’s humble opinion (especially when it tried to go for his MRE).

5) does your character work so they can support their hobbies or use their hobbies as a way of filling up the time they aren’t working?

The easiest answer for this is both. Hussar’s hobbies like bike riding or hiking for example consume a lot of the free time he miraculously doesn’t fill with work-related matters, especially when he ultimately gets told by either his close family or coworkers that he “haruje jak dziki osioł” (works like a wild mule). Forcing this man to take a mandatory leave, is like sending him to the literal gallows in his honest opinion. When it comes to the matter of supporting his off-time activities, he takes a meticulous amount of time to have his needed equipment in top-notch condition compared to some (looking at Gromsko being the type to see a flat tyre on a bike and going “nah, its fine”) people he drags with him to those small adventurous.

Another thing that he uses his high salary for is to get materials needed for… crocheting. That’s right, Hussar sits down in his lounge chair with a ball of yarn and crotchets or at least tries to. Compared to his other hobbies, this one is a newer skill he is trying to develop, apparently, his therapist says it’s a great way for him to work around his feelings as well as his anxieties related to work life and all the side effects of working in a “you can be killed any day” environment he frequents. Plus, he can save some money by making gifts for his close friend circle rather than spending money on expensive items all the time (his cats get also nice and cosy blankets for their own as well).

10) what would your character make a scene in public about?

Hussar is the most non-confrontational type of person you will ever encounter when it comes to the civilian public scene. It is not without any reason he was promoted to being a general, his public image is of the calmest person alive, and the Tibetan monks would be jealous of his cold-headedness. The duality of his public persona and what happens behind soundproof and closed doors is mind-blowing to the average person, especially when the person in question manages to spill over Hussar’s composure. Because there is always a limit to someone’s patience and in the case of Hussar it’s when you manage to create a fuck up on a nuclear scale. It usually happens in the workplace, whenever he manages to squeeze some time between report writing, meetings and such, he will overview manoeuvres on the training grounds. Suppose you manage to break one of the safety protocols such as incorrectly handling firearms. In that case, he will rip you a new one without any hesitation. People around you will part like the Red Sea to let a foaming Hussar right to where you stand (if you look around you will find some of your fellow comrades doing the sign of the cross, already sensing a funeral coming) because they are not going to catch a stray bullet.

The longest monologue of fury that Hussar has given so far was for straight 45 minutes (time recorded by an extremely tired Rysiek wishing for a straight double vodka shot already at noon), where the general managed to drag in the poor soul’s family several generations backwards into the lecture because there had to be something genetically wrong with the private if he thinks “playing darts with rifles equipped with bayonets” was a brilliant idea.

13) what does your character pretend or try to care about?

When it comes to pretending, he will tell whichever higher-up in question that he only cares about “the mission’s success”. In reality, he will not regret and hesitate to pull out when the situation down below gets too hot, the safety of his people or god forbid, any civilians accompanying the mission, is much greater than any winning streak. As much as the stress of a new position and responsibilities weighs him down, he doesn’t think of his subordinates as numbers or statistics as many of his peers do; he still feels and keeps his connection to the unit and its members alive rather than succumbing to the pressure of a new rank.

Of course, he also juggles his relationship with the Polonaise squad between friendly and professional because if he turns too cold he will lose his chosen family and if he shows too much attachment the higher-ups will chew him out. Keeping this balance is similar to the Sisyphus myth, where Hussar is stuck in a “między młotem a kowadłem” (between a rock and a hard place) situation almost constantly. He, of course, pretends that it does not affect him at all.

In reality, he does not give a damn about his new status, but he needs to pretend so he doesn’t come out as “insolent” in the eyes of his superiors. The thing he cares most about is keeping his subordinates from getting killed or killing themselves by performing ridiculous stunts.

CHARACTER: TOSKA

2) what was the best thing in your character’s life?

From what he knows, the best thing that happened to him recently is being “adopted” (read: being picked up from the mess in Las Almas by TF141 after everything, with a gushing wound in his side and hands cuffed behind his back for “everyone’s” safety) by his current commanding officer, Captain Jonathan Price. As much as he is sceptical of the motives and schemes of these new people around him, he has all he needs and wishes to have: bed, food and new targets. What else is there to wish for?

However, something is lingering behind closed doors, in the shadows, whispering of the time he had someone who wasn’t exactly a CO but something more… motherly? A soft-spoken voice, almost of an angel’s quality, speaking to a little child in a weird and foreign language… similar in sound to the words spoken by Nikolai when his helicopter malfunctions but of a different nature... It drives Toska to his wits end because he can’t- won’t remember what all this means.

13) what does your character pretend or try to care about?

Toska is a simple thing, or that is what his previous COs said, he only needs to care about succeeding when it comes to his missions. Failure is not acceptable, it always was like that. Until this new CO of his, the people Toska is surrounded by, with their hawk-like stares whenever he moves a simple inch, they try to crumble his devotion. They say; “Take it easy, kid”, “Do something else, mate” or “You don’t have to take care of everyone’s equipment”, but if he isn’t needed… what is he supposed to do? He pretends that he understands and that he cares about the “no’s” and “take a rest’s” they spew at him each time he tries to be of service.

14) how does the image your character tries to project differ from the image they actually project?

He’s a dutiful weapon, there’s no “different” image or portrayal for him. If you need a soldier, he is a soldier, if you need an attack dog, he will be an attack dog. Whatever it may be that his COs want, he will deliver because; he is what they made him nothing more nothing less.

Under that image though? There is a seed that wants to bloom out, but so far, the darkness all around won’t allow it. It may change, with time and by Toska accepting the new status quo he has been put in the middle of.

CHARACTER: FLORIAN

4) what seemingly insignificant memories stuck with your character?

Florian remembers the first time he saw an insect that wasn’t either a mutated killing machine or the local “wildlife” of the underground bunker. It was a grasshopper of all things, rubbing its’ long legs together and creating a sound that Florian had never heard before. He didn’t know what it was or how it got inside, but his curiosity was and still is never-ending and with that, he caught it by putting it in a glass jar. The ten-year-old at the time boy, ran to his mother with glee, being of course careful of his little prisoner, having in mind to show the critter to her. Instead, he bumped into his father, who when he saw the creature, ripped the jar from Florian’s hands reprimanding him about all the “radiation” and “danger” that the older man was known for labelling everything with those exact words.

8) how many friends does your character have?

Without counting his future camaraderie with certain Russian rangers’, he had quite a small group of colleagues growing up in Berlin. Most of those colleagues were in reality only for show, because of course having the son of one of the New Berlin’s heroes as a friend boosts someone’s social status immensely. Especially when it had its’ benefits within the new world’s school with its’ favouritism towards high-placed individuals and in turn, guaranteeing the person with better jobs, supplies, resources and equipment.

Nonetheless, Florian had a close friend who didn’t take advantage of his heritage and legacy but saw him as a living and breathing individual. They would be the one person to aid him in the future when he would take the great leap and venture into the world’s ruins in search of his father.

9) how many friends does your character want?

Having an early experience with friendships solely based on his status or whatever else he could offer, Florian has a hard time wanting any new “colleagues”. His determination to stay independent and to not be someone’s boost into their own agendas makes him hesitant to form any new relationship of his own accord. That mindset gets challenged quickly when he gets himself stuck in an inescapable situation amongst people he does not understand a lick of what they are saying, where the only option is to follow a mysterious man who doesn’t utter any words towards him (which is better in his opinion, because he would not understand them anyways).

#call of duty #metro 2033 #hussar oc #toska oc #florian oc #captain john price #caligo answers q.#caligo's writing #caligo's oc #this is for whoever got through my shitshow of thoughts: 🍪❤️#watch me losing coherent thought the deeper in text you go lmao #but fr I had a blast writing this even tho it’s like 3:30 am and I should sleep #please if ya read this - I wanna talk about these critters with someone so much it’s borderline insanity 😭😂

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