#(( hello hello! i hope this is an OK starter!

[prodigiousvisions]

Fontaine had its fair share of events of splendor and extravagance from within the walls of the Opera Epiclese. But when it came to something a bit more intimate in its inherent romance, Navia couldn't help but find that there was a limitation to what Fontaine could provide without attempting to dazzle and dress up the occasion in glamor. It goes without saying that due to this, the Soaring Yellow Rose had an inclination to visit the land draped in the wind, eventually finding herself leisurely strolling and taking in the festivities provided by the Windblume Festival with a held umbrella in tow.

"From my understanding of my own research, the Windblume Festival has many different means of celebration." Navia relays her curiosity to another festival goer, this time with someone who was certainly more familiar with the ways of Mondstadt than a foreigner like her would be. "But as the festival draws toward an end the star offers their own Windblume to this statue of this land's archon. Is that correct?"

After confirming the information she had studied before arriving at the windward land, she smiles before asking her next question. "It's a very beautiful custom. As a local, I must ask: in your opinion, what do you personally think is most representative of a Windblume?"

starter call ━━ ˟ ⊰ ♡ | navia - kaeya | @mercyburned

[ofdualism]

@rottingpath - starter

"Ugh." The groan left him as he walked into the hideout. His hand lifted to pull his hood off of his head as he shut the door behind him. The look of annoyance on his face, his hand moving to his neck to scratch at it.

Red hues looked around, it was abnormally quiet. He walked further in, still digging his nails into his flesh as he looked around. Coming to a stop once his eyes landed on Spinner. His scratching halting for a moment as he just stared at the other for a good solid minute.

"Where the hell is everyone?" He finally asked. "And secondly, what are you doing?"

[rejectedownroyalty]

👑    it just so happened that she stumbled upon something spectacular! Hands are clasped together and she cannot help but contain her excitement. She was surely trespassing , just passing through but -- 

         “   That was amazing!  “ she would say , louder than she intended , obviously disrupting whatever was going on. 

@rcngcr​

[thefixer]

  ...    starter call , @mafiaheiress // no longer accepting .  mia wasn't one to judge a book by its cover .  sure the person might weird her out a bit but ,  she's never judgemental  (  in all honesty ...  how could she be ?  with the life she's lived and the things she has done .  )  while despite she's got the nagging feeling ,  she doesn't feel any sort of negative way towards isabella .  didn't really know the woman enough to have some opnion of her in the first place .  isabella simply ...  was .  a figure of her father's empire and one of his many worker bees .  the fixer never met anyone in a place that was familiar .  never somewhere close at home ,  far enough away that it's easy to fade into the crowd of people .  mia has been around and met some of the worlds most wanted men and women .  she's sat across from or sitting in close proximity to someone who was dangerous .  safety wasn't an issue when it came to building trust .

in the darkness that makes up this criminal underworld ,  it is mia who has lit a torch to navigate the pathways .  like the luciano family ,  one of the many mafia families in new york city .  mia was among the few individuals who were well known .  her name :  the fixer ,  either a curse or a blessing upon people's lips .  she's not just good at what she does ...  she's god damn great at it  (  and this is what makes her well known and feared .  not just among the petty criminal ,  but by the men who are feared too .

" your old man wants to make a deal with me ? "  is this whole thing a job proposal ?  mia agreed to this little meeting between the daughter of a don ,  was partly due to respect .  yes ,  yes ━━━━  the fixer was a wild card and an attempt at fate .  she doesn't show blind loyalty and no fealty to one group or person or another .  after all the whole pre - screening with petra who meets with all potential clients beforehand ,  even before there's an agreement and a set date.   but respect is a basic right ...  everyone deserves it at first until they fuck up .  which sometimes ,  they inevitably do .  mia's eyes squint as she brushes her thumbnail against her bottom lip .  as if she's contemplating for a few seconds ,  before taking her drink in hand and bringing it up to her lips .  " if that's so then why isn't he here ? "

[starryskyzx]

ೃ⁀➷ 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 * ੈ✩‧₊˚

✦ 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝘁𝗼𝘅𝗶𝗰!𝘀𝘂𝗴𝘂𝗿𝘂 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

✦ 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗲𝘅, 𝗴𝗲𝘁𝗼, 𝗽𝘂𝗻𝗰𝗵𝗲𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗯𝗳 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗻𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻, 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸 𝘂𝗽 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂. 𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗻𝘁 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗽𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝘀𝗳, 𝗱𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗸 𝗮𝘀𝗳, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗸𝗲𝘆 𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗻𝘆 𝗮𝘀𝗳 ☠️.

✦ 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝗻𝘀𝗳𝘄, 𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗹, 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘀𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼𝘅𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻, 𝗲𝘁𝗰 (𝗹𝗺𝗸)

✦ 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 𝟭.𝟲𝗸

✦ 𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧’𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚: 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗳 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱! 𝗺𝘆 𝗮𝗽𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗴𝗶𝗲𝘀 <𝟯. 𝗹𝗺𝗸 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝘂 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗰𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗱𝗶𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 🌚.

Your boyfriend had just dumped you after getting into a fight with your ex, Geto, at a party, claiming that you two obviously still had something going on despite you guys having been broken up for months.

You attempted to explain the numerous reasons as to why this wasn’t true, one excuse being Geto was already in a new relationship, the other being that you two don’t even get along anymore. However, your now ex boyfriend wasn’t buying it considering that there was no other explanation as to why Geto drunkenly snuck him of all people.

You watched your boyfriend toss himself into the car, plotting in the back of your head, coming up with how the hell you were gonna get back at Geto for putting his hands on your boyfriend. The tires screeched as he sped off, leaving you standing there alone at this party with nothing but your frenzied thoughts.

Judging by the sounds coming from inside the house, it sounded as if the party had started back up. You took a deep breath and thought to yourself for a moment, bouncing between the idea of just getting in your car and going home or going back inside to find Geto. Before your brain could attest against it, your body began to walk back towards the party, however your plan wasn’t to dance and get drunk, but to give Geto a piece of your mind.

Stumbling into the house, you pushed through the crowd and followed the direction you saw Geto headed in before you began chasing after your boyfriend. There he stood in an empty hallway, looking into the mirror and the blood dripping from his nose. “Fuck” he muttered, taking his thumb, leaving a red smear on his top lip.

“Why the fuck would you do that?!” you yelled, immediately pressing him with hostility. “There’s my girl. No hey? Hello?”

You pushed his shoulder causing him to stumble into the wall, before stepping closer to him and persisting in shouting at him.

“I’m not your fucking ‘girl’. And what are you putting your hands on my man for? You that fuckin’ jealous?”

You pushed him again, attempting to aggravate him and intensify the seriousness of your issue. “Well for starters, aint shit to be jealous of. I know I can get you back, even if you don’t think I can.” he replied, smirking through his statement.

As much as you didn’t want to admit to it, especially since you were very much in love with your boyfriend, there did seem to be some truth in his statement.

Eventually, you backed up, leaving a little room between you two. “You’re crazy. You’re literally fucking crazy.” you said scoffing in disbelief, almost defeated at the realization that his plan to attack your boyfriend with the hopes of him breaking up with you were successful. “Maybe you just bring out the crazy in me-“

Before the sentence could finish rolling off his tongue, you took your hands and slammed them up against Geto’s neck, pushing him back against the wall again. “You think you’re crazy? Stop fucking up my relationships. Ok? We’re over.”

A forced smile appeared on his face and a strained “We’re never over. You know that.” crept its way out of his mouth.

As the party continued in the front of the house, in that hallway where only you two stood, your anger fueled your actions and your grip on Geto’s neck only tightened. In frustration with his stubbornness, you cried out a frustrated scream.

“I wanna fucking kill you”

A breathless laugh escaped his lips and he placed his hand against your wrist.

“I’m yours”

Intoxicated and frustrated, you stared at him as his facial features blurred together. You were angry at him per usual, but no matter how mad you tried to be, it was if he had a power over yout that no one else had.

It didn’t take long for you to fold as you forcefully pulled his face close, evoking a passionate, hungry kiss between you and him in the dimly lit hallway amid the ongoing party.

A swirl of emotions were captured within the kiss, as you two were obviously upset with each other but you’d also been longing for each other the entire time you guys were apart. “I broke up with my girlfriend-” he mumbled, breaking the kiss only for a second.

“Just shut up”

Your hands, still around Geto’s throat, slowly pushed him down against the wall before finally letting go. He kneeled down and compliantly looked up at you, one hand resting on your ass, the other clinging to the outside of your thigh.

He began kissing your inner leg, leaving you needy and causing you to instinctively run your fingers throughout his hair. Little purple splotches against your thighs began to appear as you impatiently started to slide your panties off from under the skintight dress you were wearing.

“I love you, baby” Geto whispered into your pussy, helping you pull your panties down to your knees. His hand moved to your clit, as he slowly started circling his thumb around it, using his other hand to spread open your lips.

His head disappeared under your dress and your body heated up once you felt his mouth come into contact with your wetness.

Euphoria filled your body in this moment. Not only were you intoxicated by the alcohol in your system, but you were also drunk off the idea of your “ex” being so needy and obsessed with you that he’d go down on you in such an open place.

Only you two were existing in the moment and to you, it didn’t matter if anyone saw you, because as Geto’s tongue swirled around your throbbing clit, it allowed you to to forget about everything.

His hand gripped your thigh, digging his fingernails into your skin, and your hand fell atop his shoulder as you didn’t know what to do with your hands.

“Fuck, Suguru-“ you whined, as anything more than two words was too much for you to mutter.

You heard small whispers coming from under your dress mumbling things like “So pretty”, and “I missed you”, but sometimes he could only pur the word “fuck” the same way you did.

Geto’s other hand moved closer towards your pussy, his lengthy fingers grazing your folds before eventually slipping them inside you.

He popped out his head from under you, only to stare at you using his dark, slender eyes through his lashes. You felt your body weakening as he inched his fingers in and out of you slow enough to tease you.

“Missed me too, huh?” he mocked, pulling out his fingers to slide them against your swollen clit, only to insert them again a few seconds later.

As if you couldn’t bring yourself to lie, your mouth instantly formed the words “Mhm- Missed you so much”, while holding his face with one of your hands. Pleased with your answer, the pace at with he thrusted his fingers into your wet cunt quickened, making your knees lock and stiffen.

His voice became so soft and sweet, almost as tender as when he’d reassure you that your relationship would be ok.

“Pretty girl~ gonna cum for me?”

“Fuck- Yes, baby” you moaned into your other hand, attempting to muffle yourself from being too loud despite music still blasting through the walls.

The slick sound of Geto’s fingers running between your folds and pounding your sweet spot with the curvature of his fingers filled your ears as you closed your eyes, reaching your climax and letting your cunt close down on his fingers.

“Just like that, pretty-“

Your essence coated his fingers, making them slip in and out of you with ease. The sounds of your moans, Geto’s praise, and your wetness splashing against his lubricious hands blurred together as your knees weakened and you came to your end.

Geto stuck out his tongue attempting to catch some of your essence that had splattered onto his palms into his mouth. He took his two fingers and slid them into his mouth, sucking all of your cum from off his middle and ring fingers.

Panting, you threw your head back in attempts to slow your heart rate back down. After a few breaths, you glanced around the hall to see if anyone was around to see the vulnerable position you had just been in. As you scanned the area, you felt a pair of hands grab the sides of your face and turn your head back forward.

Before you could protest, Geto pulled your face closer to him, pressing his soft lips against yours. His movements felt passionate and genuine, unlike your now ex boyfriend whose kisses carried more lust than love within them.

Pulling away slightly, you whispered a small “I’m sorry for yelling at you,” to Geto, still holding him close, a mere 3 inches from your face.

“I know baby,” he said placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. “Sorry for ever letting you go.”

Once more, he kissed your lips and held you in his arms as if he genuinely was sorry for ever letting you leave him. His embrace was so warm and tight, it was like he was truly serious about never letting you go again. And in this moment, you’d forgotten everything.

Your ex. The party. The fact you and Geto were broken up.

Everything.

Maybe Geto was toxic after all, and maybe you were too. But as of now, it didn’t matter whether he was manipulating you or not, because even if he was,

you two were definitely, without a doubt, getting back together <3.

[kining-the-evil]

Hi omg I love your writing so much!!!!!!

I was wondering if you could please write a Jason Dean x little sister where she gets sick and he is the only one there to help her (cuz their dad is crazy).

Thank you and it is 200% your choice

Cough Syrup

/Summary/: you get sick at school, and Jd is the only one who can come an pick you up

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/An/: thank you so much! I’m glad you like my writing! This is more of a Drabble but I hope you like!

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/warnings/: vomiting, fever, fem!sister!reader, mentions of a shity dad, mentions of Jd and Veronica’s toxic relationship, soft!jd that may seem slightly out of character but i dong care, I like him being soft for reader

/heathers taglist/: Let me know if you want added!

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Jason Dean really was having a shity day. For starters, you had been late waking up, throwing off his whole schedule and making you both late to school. And now Veronica was ignoring him. Again. Some bullshit he couldn’t even remember had made her mad, so now he had to think of a way to apologize without really apologizing.

He was staring off into space during 4th period when the school intercom called him to the office. While Jason was always happy to miss his language arts class, he worried slightly about what they wanted. As far as he knew, he hadn’t done anything recently that would warnt being called to the office.

“Jason Dean?” The main secretary questioned when he walked in. Jason had to restrain himself from rolling his eyes and nodded. “Phone call for you.” She held out the phone for him to take.

“Hello?”

“Is This Jason Dean?” A shrill voice asked.

“Yes, who is this?”

“I’m Mss. Daniels, I’m the nurse at Sherwood elementary. I have y/n here in the office, she threw up in class. I wasn’t able to get a hold of your father-“

“Does she needs picked up?” Jd was leaning against the wall in the office, glancing at the few people coming in and out of the office.

“She does. We were hoping you could get a hold of-“

“I’ll be there soon.” And he hung up the phone before passing it to the secretary. He quickly went to his locker before leaving the building to get to your school. Mentally, he wondered if you were actually sick, it wouldn’t be the first time you faked to get out of class. If you had he may tell you off for a bit, but ultimately he didn’t care much. School was a waist of time at your age anyways now that you could do math, read, and write.

All thoughts of you faking, however, were quickly gone when he got to the school and saw you. You were curled up on one of the chairs in the office, shivering slightly. You looked pale, and had a good layer of sweat covering you. He immediately felt like shit for yelling at you this morning. You must of felt like shit, and him yelling couldn’t have helped.

“I’m head to pick y/n up.”

“Are you her father?”

“Yep.” Jd easily lied to the women, knowing it would be easier if she thought that. He just prayed she thought he’d had you when he was really young. He had to sign a few papers before getting the ok to take you, in which he took your backpack and led you outside. Jd froze however when he realized he only had his bike.

“Do- do you think you can handle riding?” You were already leaning your body on his, eyes half closed, but you nodded.

“Ya…”

Your brother sighed loudly, he probably shouldn’t let you ride with him but your house was to far away to walk and he sure as hell didn’t want to leave his bike here. Maybe, if he’d thought ahead he could have asked Veronica…

“Can we Go?” You whined slightly, pulling Jd back to the present.

“Ya, Just keep a tight hold, ok?” When you nodded he climbed on, helping you on as well before taking off. Luckily, the ride seemed to go quickly and before you knew it he was pulling up to the large house you called home.

“Ok, why don’t-“ Jd was cut off when you practically jumped off of the bike and threw up in the flower bed. He cringed slightly at the idea of what the flowers would look- and smell, like after words, but didn’t say anything about it. Instead, he rubbed up and down your back, trying to comfort you until you were done.

“Finished?” He asked, earning him a nod. “Ok, let’s get you inside then. Go change and then come back down to the living room.”

“Ok.” And you disappeared upstairs while jd went on a hunt for everything he’d need. Some cough syrup, which would hopefully help since it was the only medication they had in the house, some extra blankets, a cool compression, and he even started some tea to bring out to you.

This wasn’t the first time Jd had to take care of you while you were sick. Hell, he’d practically been raising you since your mom died. He wasn’t even surprised that your dad hadn’t answered when the school called, he probably wouldn’t even notice you were sick. Asshole.

“Ok, I know it’s going to taste like shit but you’ve got it take it-“ Jd stoped when he didn’t see you laying on the couch like he’d expected. It had been a good 20 minutes, you should already be down here, maybe playing a tape you liked or listening to the radio.

“Y/n?” He called out, carrying the stuff up the stairs and checking your room. Nothing. Bathroom? Nope. Guest room? No. Finally he checked his own bedroom, which is where he found you.

You were curled up in his bed, eyes shut as you slept. His blanket was pulled tightly to your body, and when he got closer he recognized one of his shirts on you. He sighed slightly before shaking you gently. He didn’t want to wake you up, but he needed to see if this medicine would help or if he’s have to go to the story later.

“Come on, wake up.” He tried to be gentle, watching your eyes flutter open.

“What…?”

“Sorry kid, but you need to take this.” He held up the small cup of cough syrup. You reached for it, sleep making your brain foggy as you swallowed it. It wasn’t until after that you reacted to the taste.

“Gross.” You mumbled, handing the cup to him and hearing him chuckle.

“I know. But you can go back to sleep now-“ you grabbed his arm when he tried to stand up.

“Stay, please,” you whined.

“You’re going to make me lay in bed with you?” Jd tried to joke, but your eyes quickly filled with tears. “Hey! No, I was just joking. If you want me to lay with you I will.”

He quickly pulled back the covers to slid into bed with you. “See?” You seemed to calm down, cuddling into your brothers body with your arms wrapped around him as you drifted back to sleep.

[janort]

Hello Janort do you have a wiki or something for types of clowns like fools tea cup rodeo etc?

Hello epicsadman, unfortunately most wikis on clown husbandry are rather unhelpful, it’s difficult to find information on exotic pets like that, but I can guide you to some tumblr posts from sources I trust! (Sorry in advance if it looks bad!!! I am an idiot using mobile so I’m trying my best!)

Brief guide to clown breeds:

Info on teacups and cross breeds:

Guides to care:

I’ve tried to include only true information, feel free to correct me if anything’s wrong. I assume you’ve already browsed the clown husbandry wiki, which has little info on the breeds you mentioned, but just incase, here it is:

Hope this helps!

[lovebvni]

Pick - A -Pile (love themed from 07.30.2022)

again, briefing you by saying this is from 2022. i was a different person two years ago, LMFAO

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For starters, I am so sorry how long its been since i did a pick a pile (2 months?) and I'm praying this isn't my last one of the year. I'm moving and I cant bring my tarot card with me and I'm worried I wont have them for a while.. Anyways lets stop being depressing.

Hello! Welcome to a pick a pile. This is a general reading, everything should be taken with a grain of salt. Hundreds of people may read this, everything I say in your pile(s) will NOT resonate. Today we have (the first one is pretty much 2 different piles)4 piles and the following questions.

1. How far are you on your shifting journey?

2. a general message from ur s/o.

along with these questions i will give things that may draw you to your pile. i will be using tarot and oracle cards.

now please take everything with a grain of salt!

breathe in...

and out...

now please, pick a pile or two

[pile 1,2

pile 3,4]

Welcome pile one!!

let me see what may resonate for this pile before this reading, as confirmation this is the right pile: true, the colour hot pink, passion, cold-hearted and cold-blooded, "remember why you started", "everything is for a reason", "life isnt fair sometimes, and that sucks", deities, ocean, water, "i'd rather do this alone"

For the first question, How far are you in your shifting journey?

the lovers

ok so there are 2 different energies in this pile. the first one being those in the honeymoon era, they're just beginning shifting and think its everything and more! romanticizing the idea of being with their s/o and shifting. you're almost turning a blind eye to the other parts of shifting, the fact its ACTUAL FUCKING LIFE! its not just a perfect place, man, its like your cr. you're going to have altercations, fights, and everything else.the others are in the ones who know about shifting, and have been doing it for a few months, maybe even years. you're in the people who know how it is but you're getting back into shifting. who are starting to love it and understanding that shifting is a great thing that you shouldn't have stopped/taken that long of a break. you're almost in a 'new love/ new beginnings' era. you're getting reading to pull off the side of the highway. GET BACK INTO IT!! YOU GOT THIS!!

What does your s/o want to tell you?

so i was called to get an oracle card for this.

"Nothing is yet set in stone, mutable moon" and "Expect a powerful change, new moon eclipse"

The Chariot

these are for the two different energies. the first honeymoon era people are being told you can change how you are and how you see things. dont change your whole personality ofc, just how you see things. dont hold it back. waves change sometimes, the water isnt a different formula though. sobbing of course loki's card came out. you're going to move forward at a rapid pace, and have fun with it! take this and you'll shift soon!

3 of cups 3 of swords

the new beginnings era is reflected in the new moon. new ways of seeing things, new methods, change. theres a lot of change. going on, new ways of seeing things. new friends, new advice. stop doing this alone, its only hurting you, i feel like your energy was in my last pick a pile too. sharing is the best way to understand things. people can relate and give advice to move forward. I feel like you've been in a heartbreak before/toxic friendships/or you're just shy so you dont want to talk to theres about this. you need to communicate. it will help you a LOT.

thank you pile 1!! i hope this resonates 

welcome pile 2!

confirmation this is the right pile: late nights, deep breathing, burning bridges, endings, cupid, wings, outdoors, flowers, loops, asleep methods. purple, blue, shinsou, iida, speed, fire signs, water signs.

1. How far are you on your shifting journey?

oracle: have faith in ur dreams waxing crescent moon, dont let pride get in your way

tarot: the sun, three of swords reversed, four of cups

i feel like this pile has overcome a lot. you guys may have shifter or are VERY VERY close to shifting. i mean like days or even a few weeks away. this pile may make you really like self centered almost? may have been told this before but as long as you dont get cocky, you will shift. dont roll your eyes and say 'ugh, this again'. YOU GOT THIS! try meditating before you shift. maybe try channeling for advice. a friend what they heard for you. do one of those 'what messages do you hear for me' things! they may be helpful. i also recommend that you use an asleep method, and visualize what you feel. i dont care if you're "not good at it" just fucking try man, you're getting nowhere by pouting.

2. a message from your s/o.

oracle: show the world the real you full moon in aquarius, hold your vison fixed moon

tarot: three of wands reversed, five of wands reversed

with these two cards coming out i heard "i know you feel like youre back tracking, but you're really not. keep pushing yourself, dont let anything change how. do take the advice you have been given and dont ire yourself. if you feel like its not the night, keep pushing because your brain could just be telling you otherwise. listen to your heart.

welcome pile 3! it is 12:23AM as im typing this

heres confirmation this is ur pile!

: 711, stubborn, holding onto the past, letting go, pink, red, past love, new love, royalty dr, red and blue, SERIOUS mood swings, tamaki, ohchs, polyamory

1. How far are you on ur shifting journey?

oracle: work through your fears new moon in scorpio, conlusions are winthin reach full moon eclipse

tarot: ten of torches (wands) reversed, 10 of cups reversed, queen of torches, two of swords,

i feel like this pile is holding onto past fears/anxieties. you need to push through these and you'll see big changes. i heard shadow work and i feel like you've done this before/been told to do this before. but you didnt. i feel like there was a manipulative divine feminine energy here. someone who was passionate and maybe your relationship/friendship fell apart. i feel sad for this pile because you guys were really close to you. you trusted them with your life. you're still sad about this. heartbreak happens.

2. message from ur s/o

oracle: believe in the impossible, blue moon

tarot: page of cups, the sun reversed, 3 of coins

i feel like your s/o is saying although you dont know who they are (your s/o may be undecided) but they're watching you during your highs and lows. they're rooting for you. they're so happy you're shifting. they want to hug you so tight one day and just be able to stay with you. i hear that sometimes your highs and lows are uncontrolable, shadow work may help you. you may have tried shifting in a past life and gave up completely. this is the life you will finally do it.

Pile 4!

Last pile! yall dont know how happy i am to be on the last pile. its almost 1:30 am im tired asf bc i fixed my sleep schedule.

confirmation: addiction, sweets, hearts, queen of hearts, alice in wonderland, playing cards, 333, missing out/feeling left out,

How far are you on your shifting journey?

oracle: i was guided not to grab any

tarot: the hanged man, nine of torches, three of pentacles reversed

you're at a point of being stuck. like you were in a web. you're moving out of it a little bit but you stopped and said "well the rain will get me out." you're relaxing trying to let the universe do the work. take that knife out your pocket and get to work man! you're wanting something but doing nothing. thats lazy. if you dont put anything in theres no chance of getting it back.

A message from your s/o.

oracle: Thake your time and breathe out disseminating moon

tarot: ace of wands, temperance reversed, three of wands, ace of cups reversed

you know you have great creative potential. why dot you use it to make your own method? write what makes you so happy to shift. express how much you love your s/o in a letter. they're telling you to use this creativity you have stored up in you for the good. it will benefit you and everyone around you. you may inspire someone else! they're telling you to take a step back from a hard situation and work on a side quest, almost. it will help you in the long run (like getting a level advantage over one of the bosses) i can tell you're getting impatient. learn that everything happens for a reason. take a break. focus on something else. dont make shifting the only thing you're looking forward to in life. okay? once you do this you'll move forward although it will be hard to realize (for you) that shifting ISNT WHAT LIFE IS ABOUT!

thank you all for reading! i hope it resonated. i worked on this from 11pm to 2 am omg

ONCE AGAIN, THIS WAS ORIGINALLY POSTED IN 2022.

[omostuff490]

Another fic:

John Castle was a busy man and today was no exception. He had been doing paper work all morning and hadn't gotten a chance to pee out all the coffee he had drank. John was finally finished and was about to head for the bathroom when his phone rang. It was his doctor, he couldn't miss it. John groaned and picked up the phone.

"Hello?" John answered.

"Hi, Mr Castle?" The doctor asked.

"Hi Dr. Carter, it's me." John shifted in place, crossing his legs.

"Hi, I'm calling about the results of the tests you took last time we met." The doctor explained.

"Oh? Nothing bad I hope?" John answered nervously, fidgeting with his hair and clothes.

"Well, for starters, it's been confirmed that you have a weaker bladder than most, no surprise there. You said you suffer from leaks quite often?" The doctor asked. John held himself.

"Y-yes..."

"Ok... Do you have a tendency to hold in your pee every now and again?" The doctor asked.

"I- y-yeah... quite often..." John admitted.

"I see... You shouldn't do it too often, it could further weaken your bladder."

"Mhm." John hummed as he bit his lip.

"Anyway, I suggest wearing Depends adult diapers every now and again whenever you feel you'll be away from a toilet for too long." John was having trouble focusing on what she was saying as he crouched down and held himself, trying his best to not let his little dribbles turn into a leak. "They're very discreet and have the capacity to hold a lot of urine." The doctor went on. The mentions were making his bladder ache further and forced a few more little dribbles out. John bit his lip and moaned. "John? Are you ok?" The doctor asked. John flushed.

"Y-yes... I-I'm fine... th-thank you..." John let out as his dribbles turned into little squirts.

"Alright... anyway, do you have any questions?" The doctor asked.

"Uh-um... Y-yes, uh, c-could you recommend a few b-brands of... y-you know... s-so I could-" John suddenly gasped as his bladder forced a geyser out. "A-ahh!..." John whimpered.

"John? Is everything ok?" The doctor asked.

"Uh-um... uh... y-yes I just... c-can I please call you back?" John practically begged.

"Of course! I'll call you back at 2, ok?"

"Ok thank you bye!" John hurriedly hung up. "F-fuuuuuck..." John moaned as he gave up on fighting his bladder. John sighed in relief as he wet his pants. A tent began to form in his soggy briefs and pants. John moaned in embarrassment at the sight.

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oh my god i literally just checked a second ago and they were not, but thank god i have notifs on hehe. ok for starters im so sorry abt the absolute spam i just gave you. second as i was going thru literally everything i was thinking abt ghoap and narcissus and echo, but like happy ending... bc it really is a tragic tale and ghoap deserve better :')

the happy-ending, ghoap-ifying of greek myths is so real honestly

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Maybe John hadn't been completely blameless, but it wasn't—he wasn't at fault for someone else's advances. He wasn't—he didn't deserve this.

To have his own voice stolen. His own expression. John never meant so much harm as to be cursed with such a cruel punishment.

Forced to only ever be able to speak when spoken to, and even then only to repeat those words back. For John, it's a worse fate than death—particularly when he finds himself having fallen for a mortal man.

Of course, the man—Simon, as John has overheard in spying on a group of hunters, as John has repeated quietly to himself every chance he had gotten—doesn't know of his existence. So when he gets separated from his group, lost in an endless forest, John wants to feel bad, but he doesn't.

Because it means just maybe he'd finally have a chance. If Simon could love him back...

"Hello?" John hears Simon call out. "Is anyone there?"

Unable to help himself, John calls out with the same words. He still hides, has to—but he'll call attention to himself anyway, in the hopes Simon might pursue him.

There's a drawn out pause. John thinks Simon has already caught on.

"Show yourself!" Simon shouts, and John parrots.

The crunch of foliage beneath Simon's steps gradually sounds closer to John, but not close enough. John wills Simon to speak again, and before long, he says,

"Whoever you are, come with me this way."

It's the final pull for John. With Simon's words on his lips he reveals himself to the man, a bright smile on his face.

Simon startles with John's appearance, but he doesn't back away, or go on the defensive. He just stands with his head tilted in curiosity, brow furrowed with a confusion John wishes he could smooth out with his thumb.

"Who are you?" Simon asks.

John hates that all he can do is pose the same question.

Simon's frown deepens. "Are you doing that on purpose?"

His smile all but fallen, John shakes his head. He's beginning to realize with great anguish how foolish he'd been to believe Simon could love him back at all, let alone with his affliction.

But Simon steps forward, toward John.

"Has it been this way for a long time?"

John nods. "...a long time," he sighs. He hangs his head, gaze falling to the forest floor—but not for long, as Simon grows ever closer and tilts his chin up with a hooked finger.

This close, John can see just how pleasantly warm Simon's eyes are, as dark in colour as they may be.

"Could I possibly help?"

John blinks up at Simon, wide-eyed. He'd never known mortals to be so generous, not to a complete stranger. "...help?"

Simon nods.

John gapes. After a moment he shrugs, then pauses—nods back.

The corners of Simon's lips twitch upward. He shrinks away from John, but takes John's hand as he steps back.

"Help me return to the group first," Simon says. "Then we'll... we'll see what we can do."

Simon begins walking, John trailing along beside him, but suddenly stops in his tracks to turn to John for just a moment.

"Thank you," he says.

And as John repeats the words, he knows the sentiment isn't from Simon—it's for John to use.

It may not be reciprocated love just yet, but... it's a better start than John has had in a while. He'll gladly follow Simon anywhere, even if he's never relieved from his hex, because despite his frustration at not being able to form his own words—it's the first time he's felt properly heard, properly understood since he'd been cursed.

[memeapple2]

Tails gets trolled rp starters part 1

yeah 😔 yes I'm leaving in the typos beacuse it's funnier that way :^) Fight me nerds!!

"Fuck you trolls!"

"They can't troll you if their dead!"

"I'm so mad, I'm gonna have sex with my girlfriend so I won't be so mad."

"Dumbass will learn."

"Mad? U Mad? U look mad U stupid bitch!"

"sorry *insert name* if this looks gay to the viewers."

"the art of trolling was actually started from humans but it wasn't called trolling it was called being a dick but back in the middle ages i was being made fun of because i wasn't human."

"im extremely hurt you would think im a douche. it might not look like it but i have feelings and you hurt them."

"hey can you put that on a coaster?"

"They have been getting trolled. you know how it is. there calling *insert name* gay and shit they cant take it."

"the way to stop a troll. is to become his friend .as his friend you can show him the right path!"

*-goes back to knitting-*

"come i will talk to these kids and stop this hate with kindness!"

"sometimes there is need to do whats needed, if it was up to me *insert name* would be dead and we would never have to worry"

"im not gay I have a girl friend and i would like it if this conflict to end in peace"

"you must not know who i am. i have alot of talent and i have lots of friends. one of my friends is right beside me . and for what your saying isn't true, so i am not afended by your hateful comments"

"ehhh...... im gonna ignore what you just said and ask you one more time. lets end this hate and become friends"

"why don't we just be friends this is stupid"

"ok im gonna take a random guess and say you guys failed with that peace crap"

"i fucking knew it"

"hello dickheads so your the trolls i heard about"

"hey do you see that? it looks like a group of pokemon.coming at us"

"for a em→→breaded donkey i can sure fuck your mom hard."

"there isn't. you remember what happen when you guys tried peace? you cant talk to them. there to oblivious"

"yea remind me next time to not kill such a fat person"

"high shovel!"

"ok i'm gonna go back to sleep now good night."

"banana"

"don't worry man I killed the fat one. its all cool man. i know all about the taste for blood"

"thank you for proving that peace isn't shit. when it comes to trolls. your a good friend"

" *insert name* Wake up! you fucked up big time!"

"People can't troll me beacuse I have no ears. They can't troll me if I can't hear them!"

"What? I don't have fucking ears!"

"If you don't mind I'd like to continue knitting this!"

"did you know with seat belts people die all the time in car crashes? I thought that was interesting!"

"have you ever been bitch slapped from lack of listening? Lack of doing what you're told? Beacuse I'm not that far from slapping you."

"which means I can be super powerful and kick everyone's ass..I'm gonna be awesomely badass!"

"trust me this plan will be better beacuse I'm gonna smoke my smart weed! I'm smarter when I'm high."

"Why are you filled with so much hatred and aggression? I'm finding it difficult to assume what you must have went through to mold you into the person standing in front of me now."

"Hey troll! FUCK YOU!!!"

"hmmmm this isn't as i thought it would be, killing people is really boring and all these annoying screams, i mean damn."

"Yeah that wasn't very good. I tried to do something similar to high shovel. Let's just forget about this."

"there is no need for any blood shed, this problem can be solved with out any villains"

"I do all kinds of stupid and gay shit."

"I’m starting to think that even if we pray our hearts out and know that we do wrong, that maybe there are things that god can’t fix and maybe, instead of putting our hope in god to fix all our problems we take action for our mistakes and learn from them."

"Sorry it took us so long to save you from TIME PRISON. So what did you do in TIME PRISON?"

"You gotta calm down bro, chill man, smoke a joint!"

"After 50 years I started to feel like I was losing my sanity so I started to break my fingers and I would just break my fingers and set them again. "

" I started breaking all my bones. I broke every bone in my hands. I broke my arms, separately, and then I started to break my own ribs. I broke my femurs, it took a while. And then I healed and broke them again."

"After 5000 years my bones were all scar tissue. They had all grown so solidly back together that I was unable to move. "

"And after another 5000 years of furious infinitesimal movement, I built up enough muscle mass to spontaneously break any bone in my body, and then I could move again. "

"My body had done so much healing that I healed almost instantly. That’s all I do now. Every time I move my body, my bones shatter and heal back in my next shape. If I take a single step, every bone in my legs splinters and then reforms. I don’t know what pain is because I have been alive for 10 million years."

"Okay but it looks like your walking normal."

"Well that's just stupid."

"oh sorry i forgot about this and took a nap and then took a shit. im so sorry i forgot but no worries man im here now"

"ahhhhh........................................................ yeah i dont know."

"hey your awful lonely. you must be a looser or something."

"this is the down side of having no ears, i can't hear if *insert name* is screaming for help or not, i mean i have no clue if hes screaming towards me back, so damn it having no ears kind of blows."

"hhahahahahahahahha i dont even know what the fuck you said?"

"i was trolled until i got bigger and stronger then them now i am feared"

".................... i have no importance to this story line what so ever, i think im gonna go."

"wow that story was super amazingly awesome, im not even joking right now"

"ahhhhhh so gay"

"we neutral's dont take sides in childish battles that normal people do. to pick sides is fullish."

"well most of the trolls are stupid but they all think there smart it's funny if you think about it."

"ummm. what object is like that? huh? ........ its unbreakable and its breakable? how is that possible? is it a liquid? hmmm i don't understand ?"

"now im gonna kick you right in your hairy ballsack"

"ok everyone! do you guys see this paper? well theres nothing on it yet but there will be"

"hey guys i was just telling him the plan. we are gonna do a all nighter and get fucked up hahaha its gonna be sweet."

"What? what are you talking about? We can discuss this further when there's not a gun in my face.."

"shut up, i got this alright, i got this shit in the bag, you'll see."

[definitelynotshouting]

HELLO WE ARE SO BACK‼️‼️

"he giggles breathlessly. “It— it’s totally true! You are— I dunno how to say this, mate, but y— you are kind of a mess right now.”

As if that isn’t common knowledge, churning like smoke in the gutters of this room. As if the sweet, honeyed remnants of Mumbo’s apprehension don’t still tug at his teeth, cloying the inside of his mouth; as if the mere act of swallowing won’t tear wide the depthless gorge of his trembling stomach. As if the very house of cards damming up his self-control are made from nothing more than spun-sugar and glass."

Oof. Ouch. I imagine this feels like a betrayal to Grian. He's tried SO hard, over so many years (does this universe measure time in years?), to have those efforts reduced (however unintentionally) in this way must feel like such a massive punch to the gut.

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"“Do— do you have to?” he asks before he can stop himself, and each word lands as a pathetic flop in between them."

I say smtg about this later on so Ill put this [💫] here to link the two but im not gonna repeat it cause it's basically the same thing except I think it hits harder with the other one.

-☀️

"What is the definition of better? ... Better had been less than a lie. Better had been a pipe dream."

Wow this entire section HURTS. Not only does it refer to Grian's broken promises 'Ill do better, I wont make another one, Ill be a better friend', but also to the constant battle against his nature. Ill feel better after this prank, after MCC, after a life game. And it NEVER working. The combination of these things, the belief that the life and relationships Grian's built are like a stump rotting away from the inside out until it's hollow and empty, a one-sided and meaningless promise that he can never keep no matter how hard he tries.

-☀️

"Each lie costs him, a point of bubbling, bloody friction for the matchbox that forms the roof of his mouth— but he can keep what comes out of it clean."

I REALLY love the "matchbox" metaphor. Every word out of his mouth has the chance to start a blaze. The promises he could never keep, to Pearl, about the games and feeding on his friends. His words are destructive, they are meaningless and will only end up hurting everyone he's ever cared about. Sure, he can try to keep it "clean", but what does that even entail? AND, the part about it "costing him"-- he knows what his friends feel and whether they believe him or not. There is the knowledge that he will have to betray their hope, as well as as Grian's belief that that IS the better option.

-☀️

"And Grian—

— breathes."

Wouaghkdh the finality of this line. The weight within that pause. How it somehow both foreshadows his suicide attempt with the break between "Grian" and "breathes", and the very continuation of this line insinuating the continuation of his life.

-☀️

"Grian drags in another rattling inhale, dips his gaze to the floor, and croaks: “Sounds like a plan to me.”

A starburst bloom of warmth perfuses the air in response, burnt-sugar-cinnamon that blisters the roof of Grian’s mouth."

The brief "starburst" of hope from Mumbo AHH. The false belief that Grian wants to or will try to get better, and the way Grian can taste his hope, and KNOWS it's misplaced. The way it's Grian's words that cause this hope, the "burn[]" and "blisters" calling back to the "matchbox" metaphor!!!!

Also your constant referral to foods and taste like "sugar-cinnamon", "spun-sugar", "balanced between precarious teeth", idk if it's correct to call it an extended metaphor considering its allusions to how Grian eats but i really enjoy it.

-☀️

"For one breathless, ephemeral moment, Mumbo does not cross that lightless threshold."

FUCK :(

[💫] <- the link!! Ok theres a few things that really get me with this. For starters, theres the obvious: after Mumbo leaves Grian will have to confront his choice. He has been allowed to ignore it (somewhat) until now, in the immediate hours following stealing the spiders eyes, he has had a distraction. After Mumbo leaves, his fate is sealed. Now, with that theres the underlying guilt and fear (Mumbo moving into the "lightless threshold" is a Bad Thing, and is a metaphor for death in itself, just channelled through Mumbo). Lastly, it kind of reminds me of that frame of mind you get into when youre in this state; the way you start to belief that killing yourself will be better for your loved ones, because you wont be able to hurt them. It's interesting to me how in a sense, this mentality sort of palms off responsibility? If that makes sense? As in, inflicting your beliefs about yourself into those around you, because it gives that negative spiral a substance higher than yourself. In that way, I can see how Grian would see Mumbo leaving the room as a kind of 'permission,' for lack of a better word.

-☀️

"His skin buzzes at the contact; they lay in the meat of his palm with the heavy, solid mass of reinforced deepslate, a desolate heft that, somehow, holds far more reality in the reborn light of day than they ever did in flickering lamplight."

Theres an interesting juxtaposition here between the artificial lamplight and natural sunlight. In terms of the latter, I imagine that in the light of the last ever morning he gets to see, his choice seems far more real.

-☀️

"He’s never been more grateful to greet the sun."

Man this is one hell of a closing line. I am in distress!! There are two layers of this line to me: the first is the continued thread of Grian's frenzied glee at getting to die where the sun rising = the final day he will have to live. The second one is the emotion that undercuts that. The fear and horror of simply ending. In that sense, this line feels along the lines of not taking any living moment for granted. Yes, he wants to die, but he gets to see the sun one last time, who wouldn't be grateful for that?

GODS!!!! WE ARE SO BACK, SUN ANON YOU NEVER MISS!!!!! This is so crazy gratifying to see you pick apart my work and unravel all the careful choices ive made-- im so so SO pleased you caught the way all those death metaphors are being channeled THROUGH Grian's perception of Mumbo here!!!! In a meta sense, it really is a way of palming off the responsibility of his own death-- he absolutely viewed Mumbo leaving as both permission and proof that he can go along with his plan. Sort of a last confirmation, almost, even subconsciously.

Gods i have so many thoughts about the "And Grian— / — breathes" line and i think whats funniest about it is that this was one of the last changes i made to the chapter!!! I think i mentioned in a previous ask about how i struggled hard with that paragraph but once i put those em dashes down, it just all slotted together so perfectly. There really is something about the finality of it, about how this is Grian letting go and Mumbo cant even see it because of how both Grian, the unfamiliar situation, and Mumbo's own lowkey willful ignorance have so thoroughly masked it. Im really glad you liked my choice there, and im utterly enamoured with what youve said about the foreshadowing!!! I'll admit that wasnt intentional, but now that youve said it i CANNOT stop thinking about it and the symbolism of it all AUGH

The lamplight vs daylight motif here is, to me, really all about how things done at night just feel so much more ephemeral than when theyre done in the light of day. Like its almost easier to maintain some distance, when its night-- theres a ready made buffer RIGHT THERE in the form of darkness, and that makes everything feel liminal, detached, without true weight. How many stories involve doing something impulsive in the middle of the night, or the very very early morning?? I feel like if we sat down and really counted, that concept would pop up a lot more than any of us would expect.

And in direct contrast to that, the sun just burns false pretenses away. Things feel more concrete, have more weight to them, have immediate and visible consequences. Im unsure of how directly this came across, but i very deliberately started stripping Grian's facade down as the sun rose-- the fact that he only truly admitted what hes going to do in such plain language to himself when the sun was fully blazing through his window was not an accident >:]

tbh, a lot of my writing is linked to portrayals of light-- i use it pretty shamelessly to set mood and to carry intentions across without directly stating them. I think one of my fave sentences is about how the light turned "matte, steely blue" at one point, during the conversation where Mumbo is saying he has to leave. Its a deliberate transition point both narratively, metaphorically, AND physically-- and its when you really see Grian start to think hard about what hes doing here. IDK I JUST HAVE A LOT OF THOUGHTS AKDJWKDNWKEK i love love love the transitive properties of illumination in narration and what it can do to a scene on so many levels SDJFBEKJDJS

Anyway sun anon this was so wonderful to read and i am looking at you like this 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 thank you SO MUCH for sending your thoughts i loved reading them!!! And im so so happy you liked the chapter :DDD thanks again for the ask, its always so good to see you in my inbox!!!

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Hi Lucy~~~ ✨ Please can I request a Draco Malfoy fic based on Maisie Peters ‘You to you’? x

You to You

I cannot express to you how happy I am that you requested this. I absolutely love Maisie Peters and this makes my day because she is one of my favourite artists (I have a lot lmao) and she is so underrated hope this is what you wanted xx sorry this is so late x I was trying to make it good xx

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x fem!reader

Warnings: angst, cursing (BC it's the lyrics), jealousy.

Summary: Draco did you dirty and you are determined to get back at him. And you're very good at expressing that.

Yes, this text contains of lyrics from other Maisie Peters songs, sue me (cause !! atleast !! then !! we !! could !! talk !!) they are in blue italic x

Three months ago today, he had your heart on a plate. You ate takeout on the floor, you gave the world to him and more.

As you saw Draco enter with his new girlfriend, you felt nothing but rage. You were such a perfect girlfriend and yet he decided to leave forever for something that won't even last.

"It took him a minute. To rip us up in a minute. To say he's done with committing." You said loudly enough for Draco and his new girlfriend to hear.

Draco sighed as he heard those words, knowing for well they were about him.

"Jesus Christ just move on already." Draco mumbled under his breath but you heard him.

"Oh, don't you think I'm trying." You said, offended by the audacity he had to say that.

As the rest of the common room burst into chatter, you sat there, observing Draco: how he talked to her, gave her time like he never did to you.

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"I lost my friends, took his side! Had his back cause I thought he had mine. That was then, I was wrong." You said to Pansy as you entered your dorm that you shared with her.

"Hello Pansy! Hello y/n! Nice to see you! Nice to see you too!" Pansy mocked annoyed at the lack of introduction.

"Pansy, you know there's no time for introductions right now." You said glaring at her.

"Ok fine! What did he do now?" Pansy asked.

"What did he do? WHAT DID HE DO? WELL I DON'T KNOW PANSY, HE'S DONE A LOT OF THINGS! FOR STARTERS, HE PLAYED ME! THEN HE BROKE UP WITH ME AND MADE IT SEEM LIKE MY FAULT. THEN HE GOT TOGETHER WITH THE ONE GIRL WHO EVERYONE HATES." You half shouted at Pansy.

"Not many people hate Astoria." Pansy replied.

"That's what you got out of this?" You glared at Pansy, your voice dripping with annoyance and anger all together.

"Ok, what do you want me to do about it?" She asked.

"Well for starters you should- well that and- I have no idea." You said looking for an excuse to involve Pansy but failing miserably.

"Exactly. You're digging in this too much. You two are over. You need to enjoy your life." Pansy said.

"That's the first smart thing I've heard you say Pansy! Thanks!" You replied.

"No problem- wait what?!" Pansy pouted looking offended.

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You hoped that he'd find someone that he trusts. And he gives all his darkest secrets up. And then you hoped they break his heart in two.

"Hope she does a you to you to you to you to you." You mumbled under your breath as you saw him enter with Astoria.

"Still on him?" Theo asked seeing you stare at him.

"No way!" You replied.

"What he did was pretty shit. You deserve better." He said smiling at you.

"I shouldn't be surprised, he's not the 'meet the parents' type, he said he needed me, wanted to be with me, just didn't want his friends to see." You said as you glared daggers at him.

"Wow what a liar. What else did he say?" Pansy joined in on your conversation.

"Well, he said I was different. But I wasn't different, I was just a girl he said he loved. Now I wish that I'd listened." You said.

And you lost your friends. Took his side. Had his back cause you thought he had yours. That was then. You were wrong.

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"oh great there she is. She's so obsessed with me." Draco said to Astoria as you stared at you.

"I hope that you finds someone that you trust. And you give all your darkest secrets up. And then I hope she breaks your heart in two. Hope she does a you to you, to you, to you, to you. I hope you give her everything you got. And she tells you you're special when you're not. And then I hope she breaks your heart in two. Hope she does a you to you, to you, to you, to you." You murmured glaring at him, indicating just what he had gotten himself into.

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"I know I'm being bitter but my letters didn't get through to him. Knocked out both my owls oh look at that I guess it's two for two (sorry I couldn't come up with anything better ☠️)." You stated to Pansy angrily.

"He also might've sort of called you a psycho to all of us." Pansy said nervously.

"Calling me a psycho to our friends and that's not news to me. Wish it was, but honestly that's just so him. He should keep in mind that there's nothing I do better than revenge." You said angrily.

(yes a Taylor swift reference)

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"I heard you've been talking about me behind my back." Draco says. "Care to tell me what you've been saying?"

"It's none of your business." You said death staring him.

"It appears to me that it is very much my business. You're talking about me and for all I know, your pathetic self could be spreading rumours just as pathetic as you." He said surprisingly calmly.

"oh you wanna know? Here. This is what I've been saying." You began.

"Y/n no! You're better than this." Pansy stated. But it was too late. She should've known it was too late.

"I hope you think you've finally found the one. Then she fucks you over just for fun. Cause then maybe you'll realise what you do. Hope she does a you to you." You continued. Draco gave you a look as if daring you to continue.

"So I hope that you find someone that you trust and you give all your darkest secrets up. And then I hope she breaks your heart in two. Hope she does a you to you, to you, to you, to you, to you. Oh I hope she, yeah, I hope, I hope she breaks your heart."

"You don't mean that." He said seemingly unamused.

"Baby, oh you know I hope she does." You said shocked by his audacity.

And you hoped she would.

You hoped she would.

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I hope I didn't misinterpret the meaning of your request xx thank you for the idea! I love it! Request again 💖

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Stay Salty! Summer Sleepover 2024

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Hello my darling friends!

I thought it would be fun to do a summer sleepover. I’m about 20 away from 500 lovely friends on tumblr so a celebration will be in order if/when that happens but for now, we’ll do this if y’all are up for it.

☀️🌻👙🍉👗🕶️⛱️🩱🧴🩳🌞🌺🍹🧋🍦🍧🧜‍♀️

So I’ll leave the rules under the cut. Thank you all so much for your continued support and friendships, they all mean so much to me! 🧡

Once again, I do love doing these but I do need your help so please like and reblog this. I promise I don’t bite so if you feel like it, please send something in!

Send in as many as you like

Not limited to my darling followers but I would love it if you did.

My VERY handsome men that I write for are my love, Billy Russo, Brock Rumlow, Matt Murdock, Dean Winchester, and a tiny bit for Donald Pierce

I’ll keep this open until June 11, 2024 CLOSED

Sleepover Offers…

Sunny Skies and Butterflies 🌞🦋

Summer activity moodboards 🏄‍♀️🌊🏖️☀️👙limited to mutuals only OR if you have ever reblogged or commented on any of my fics. Send me a character and a SUMMER activity and I’ll create a moodboard for you. If you ask me for some BEACHY WAVES to go along with it just give me a basic description of what you look like (hair color, skin tone, tattoos, etc. and anything else you’d like to tell me) and I’ll include that too with your moodboard

Walking On Sunshine ☀️ ☀️

Give me a SUMMER song and I’ll try and come up with a fic/scene/drabble based on it. I’ll leave some summer playlists I found, below.

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Recs: send me recommendations…movies, shows, music, books, etc.

Eat, Drink, and Be Sweaty 🍹🏖️🍦

Send me celebrities for hot or not

Stay Salty, Starfish ⭐️⭐️

Send me some assumptions you have about me

Vent. If there’s anything you wanna chat about, send it in. Anonymously or not

Send me some good beach reads

Top 5 Lists - can be for whatever you’d like to know

We Mermaid for Each Other 🧜‍♀️

And last but not least because I know everyone seems to like when I leave prompt lists so I’ll leave those at the end but also…

If any of my one-shots need/deserve another part, let me know.

Requests for any of my ongoing series are always on the table, you can combine the ask with dialogue prompts, situations, etc from the lists below or any idea you may have

Send me a character and a GIF, can be fluffy, smexy, angsty…I’ll try to write something based off of it

Protective Prompts

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Did you…? Prompts

Post argument prompts/make-up dialogue

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Smutty One Liners

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I’ve had a really rough day, please make it better

Lazy Morning Prompts

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Summer Prompts-Married Couples (Sweetest Pain, anyone?

Heatwave Prompts

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Hiiii ok so I had someone suggest I reach out to you because I’m interested in worshiping Hypnos and would love info on where I should look for research beyond Wikipedia. I struggle in a daily basis with severe Hypersomia and chronic exhaustion due to narcolepsy type 1. I know worshiping a sleep god wouldn’t cure me of everything but I feel it would bring me comfort to know I’ve got someone to pray to on matters of sleep etc. I’ve also felt drawn to Hypnos for a while now. I just am pretty slow acting on my intuition due to my BPD bouts of mania (takes me a while to figure out what I really want). Anyway, all this to ask what should I do to start honoring Hypnos!

Hello! We would love to help you upon your journey, here are some resources that may help!

Unfortunately, there isn't much information on Hypnos as compared to other deities such as Dionysus, but we hope that this may be enough for you, however if you have any questions or desire to discuss anything please reach out here or in dms!

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Hello! Here are some ideas for requests:

- Bucky Barnes with male reader where reader lost his voice after a traumatic event, they both live together to help each other come but one day Bucky has a brutal breakdown or a nightmare, reader tries to calm him/wake him up but nothing works, so he tries to say Bucky's name and that's the only sound that forces Bucky to open his teary eyes.

- Jason Voorhees and male reader where they have this soft moment, Jason still feels a bit weird around reader, because he thinks he's with him bc of fear, pity or Stockholm syndrome, that he's a monster and monster can't be loved by a human and vice versa, reader notices it and does the "I look at you and I see two eyes, like mine, two ears, also like mine, *boop* a nose which I also have, one mouth, here and here as well, and what else, hmmm, two hands *puts their hands against each other and see the huge size difference*, two legs, Jason is still feeling off and reader takes his hand and places it on Jason's chest "One heart. A heart that beats for me and..." *hugs Jason while standing so Jason could hear his heartbeat* "...same heart as yours, that's beating for you".

- Billy Hargrove and male reader where reader gives Billy a necklace for Christmas (reader was on vacation in California and found a sea shell with pearl) and says "One day, you'll find one there for me as well".

Sorry for such lame ideas, you can delete them if you want, totally ok with that. It's also a mess...😬

Anyway hope you'll have a good day/night. 💕

Better Late Then Never

Ship: Billy Hargrove x Male!YN

Notes: probably not my best but whatever lmao.

Billy's birthday had come and gone. He had thrown a big party at one of his friends' houses. The cops were called. It wasn't an awful birthday, like some of the other ones, but it could have been better. It could have been a lot better. Better how? Well, for starters, his boyfriend could have been there.

It wasn't YNs fault, really. His parents had surprised him with a trip not too long ago. They couldn't blame YN parents either. They don't know when Billy's birthday was and they didn't know that it would be important for YN to be there. It was just on a big quicadince. 

But that wasn't even the worst part of it all. The worst part, at least for Billy, was that he was going to Cali. he would never tell YN to his face but he was a bit salty that he wasn't in Cali with him. Or just in Cail in general. He really does miss California.

But all of that didn't matter because today was the day. Today was the day that YN was coming home. That YN was coming back to billy. 

It felt like it had been years. At least to YN it had. He enjoyed his time in Cali but he was antsy the whole flight back to Hawkens. He and Billy had planned a whole alabrote day to spend together as a kind of “sorry my parents forced me to go to Cali on your birthday.” not only was YN antsy to see his Boyfriend but while in Cali he had found this beautiful necklace. It had a small blue shell on the end of it. It was simple but YN knew that Billy would like it. 

The plane ride was never ending. Thank god YNs parents spent the extra money on the first class. It made the trip at least a little bit more bearable.

When the plane finally landed, the worst part was yet to come. Actually getting off the plane. While YN wanted to rush off the plane, his parents held him back. They wanted to wait till everyone was off the plane before they got off.

“You don't want to be shoved off the plane, do you?” YNs mom, who was sitting next to YN in the window seat. “You don't want to be rushed.”

“Mom, Billy is waiting for me…” YN sighed, fidgeting with the box in his pocket.

“I don't understand why you want to spend your first day back with him. I haven't heard great things about him from your brother.” YNs mom sighed, watching the people that left the plane.

“He's kind to me.” YN could see his mom give him an off look out of the corner of his eye.

YN knew that other people, mostly people in his family, had a sneaking suspicion that YN wasn't as entirely straight as he let on. No one said anything but it was kind of obvious.

“And you are going to be with him all day? Are you spending the night?” YNs mom asked. YN trusted their mom. If he was going to tell anyone what was going on between him and Billy, it would be his mom. She coved for him. If YN wanted to spend the night at BIlly's house, though they usually got a hotel so they wouldn't have to deal with Neil, then YNs mom would cover for him.

“Yeah, I'm staying the night.”

“Getting a hotel again?”

“Yep.” YN could see his mom smile. Even if she didn't know what was going on between him and Billy, she was happy for YN. even if Billy was just a friend.

But he wasn't just a friend. 

He was more. And his more was waiting for his boyfriend and probably getting irritated.

“Alright, let's go.”

YN and YNs mom stood up, grabbing their book bags from under the chair in front of them. 

YN practically ran out of the plane, passing his brothers and dad. He ran past people in the airport and weaving by suitcases. He ran all the way to the baggage claim. 

He looked around, panting. It took him a bit but he found him, the man that he ran through a whole airport for. 

“Billy!” YN yelled, practically knocking over the basketball player when he lunged at the man. 

“Jesus, calm down.” Billy hugged YN back. It was rather quick though so that no one would get any bright ideas.

“Hey.” YN smiled, hands itching at his side to reach back out to Billy.

“Hey.” Billy looked over YN. “You got a tan.”

“Wow, it's almost like I was in the sun for a whole week.”

Billy rolled his eyes. “Shut up, let's go get some food.” he smiled, wrapping an arm over YNs shoulders. 

Billy had grabbed YN luggage while he was waiting and, like the gentle man he is, was carrying it for YN.

“Where shall we eat?” Billy asked once you got to the car, throwing your luggage in the backseat of his Chevy. 

“It's your day, you pick.” 

“Starcourt Mall. We can eat in the food court.”

“Sounds good to me.”

YN slipped into the passenger side as Billy got into the driver's seat. Billy started the car and rock filled the car. The song was easily recognizable. “Love Of My Life.” by Queen. It wasn't Billy's usual music but it was YNs.

“Is this the mixtape I gave you?” Yn asked as Billy pulled out of his spot and drove out of the airport parking lot.

“Maybe. What did you name it? Something sappy, right?”

YN rolled his eyes. It was sappy. It made YN cringe whenever he thought about it. “Melted candy hearts or something.”

“Exactly, really really sappy.” 

“Yeah, whatever you say Mr. Tough guy.” YN let his head lul back, closing his eyes as the ballet filled his ears. YN rested his hand on the center console which was quickly held by Billy.

It was one of the few things YN and Billy could do in public, kinda, to show each other affection. No one could really see their hands while in the car so they always took the opportunity to show each other a little bit of affection. Another thing they would do would be walking with Billy's arm around YNs shoulders. To the outsiders, they just saw it as a guy leading his friend somewhere but they knew. Billy and YN knew what it really meant and it was kind of special for them. 

Billy pulled into the mall parking lot and shut down the car. He stepped out and waited for YN who quickly followed. 

Billy reposished himself back with his arm back around YNs shoulders. The pair walked around a bit before they settled down to eat some shitty Chinese food. Honestly though, it was better than the food they gave YN in first class.

“How was your trip?” Billy asked, shoving some more rice into his mouth.

“Boring. It wasn't any fun without you there to get us into trouble.” YN looked up from his tray with a goofy grin to watch Billy's face shift to fake shock.

“How could you! I thought we were friends!” Billy dramatically placed a hand over his heart.

“You hang around Eddie too much.” YN rolled his eyes, taking a bite of his orange chicken.

Billy just chuckled and turned back to his food, stuffing some more into his mouth. 

After the pair was done eating their food, they walked through the mall. Occasionally, entertaining the idea of stopping by Scops Ahoy to see if Steve would let them in the back way.

After everything the Hawkings kids have been through, no one really cared about childish things like popularity causing all rivalries to become unimportant. Sure, people still remembered what Billy has done but they also know he is working on himself. He is becoming better. He has made amends with Max. he is better.

YN took Billy's wrist, pulling him into the ice cream place. They walked up to the counter, interrupting Steve's pitiful attempt at flirting while Robin held up a shigh from the back that read ‘SOS’ in bright red.

“Steve!” YN shouted, drawing Steve's attention away from the two girls who used Steve's moment of being distracted to make their escape. 

Steve's face lit up. “YN!” he shouted back. 

“Hey! Nimrod. How many kids are you friends with?” Robin asked from the back.

YN knew Robin and Robin knew YN. basically everyone knew everyone in their big group but Robin was not one to pass up a monet to make fun of her friends.

“We are your age.” Billy smiled, slipping through the divider to get to the back with YN close behind. 

Steve jumped through the window and closed the shutters. “How was Cali?” 

“Not that great. We didn't get to go to the beach or anything, just spent a lot of time at my grandma's house while my parents ran off to have fun or something.”

“Or something?” Robin asked, ignoring the sound of Erica abusting the bell.

“Or something.” YN repeated with a shrug, sitting down at the table.

“So where are your kids, stevie? I thought they always hung around here for the free ice cream?” Billy asked, placing his hands on your shoulders. The two of you could be yourself around the gang, they all knew.

“Well first off, they aren't my kids.” 

“Yes, they are.” Robin said, cutting off Steve.

Steve glared at Robin “And secondly, they are at the movies.” 

“Speaking of movies…” YN said with a smile. 

Steve groaned and rolled his eyes. “Yeah yeah, sure.” he moved from his spot leaning against the counter and pulled open the door for the couple.

“Pretty sure they are playing Dr. Zhivago.”

YN stood up and walked out the door, thanking Steve on his way out. Billy wasn't too far behind him. As soon as the door shut, their hands were interlocked together. It might not be a long walk but might as well take advantage of one of the few moments they have alone together.

They sat down near the back, no one really sat in the back so they could enjoy their moment together. The movie had already started, about twenty minutes in, but it's not like they could complain, they did get in for free. 

YN fidgeted with Billy's hand the whole time. Whether it be rubbing circles into his hand with his thumb, moving YNs promise ring to Billy's hand then back again, or just holding it. It was another one of the few moments they could be affectionate in public. Everyone was watching the movie, anyway. 

The movie ended and the pair went on to the next activity and the next. The last thing they did before turning into the hotel was bowling where YN absolutely destroyed Billy. 

Settling into the hotel for the night, Billy and YN laid in the massive bed together while watching some random documentary on TV, though neither of them were really paying attention. 

Billy had his arms wrapped tightly around YNs waist with YNs head resting on his chest. YN clinged to Billy like a baby otter clinging to its mom. 

That's when YN remembered. The necklace.

“Billy?” 

“Hmm?” Billy hummed, rubbing YNs back.

“I got you a birthday present.” YN pulled away from the warmth, sitting up on his knees.

“Really?” Billy asked, sitting up.

“Alright, close your eyes.”

Billy closed his eyes, chuckling softly.

“Ok, Now. stick out your hand and open your eyes when you feel the box.”

Billy stuck out his hand. YN fished the box out of his pocket and placed it in Billy's hand. Billy blinked his eyes open, looking from YN to the box in his hand. He pulled off the small lid and looked over the necklace.

YN watched carefully, fidgeting with his hands. He prayed to whatever god there was that Billy liked it.

“Wow… this is perfect…” Billy smiled, leaning forward and placing a kiss on YNs cheek before pulling out the necklace and putting it on.

“Does it look good?” Billy asked, playing with the small blue shell.

“You look good in everything.” Yn said, scooting forward and resting his head on Billys shoulder. 

“Someday, when I visit California again, I'll get you a matching one.”

“Vist? Don't you want to move back there? That's your home.”

“My home is wherever you are.” Billy hummed, kissing the top of YNs head.

“That's so sappy.”

“Shut up!”