#Glitter Gang

[5-golden-eps]

Daisy_moon-is an author for Empires smp. She also writes life series and a little bit of Dsmp.

Glitter Gang-is a modern set chatfic, with Dsmp, Empires smp, Life series, and others. Tommy decides to prank Gogy by dumping glitter on him. The only problem is that he doesn't have glitter. He asks around for glitter, and all the characters and friends have to deal with lots of chaotic fun.

Glitter Gang

[petitepatateuwu]

Don't mind me I got a pink glittery pen so I'm having the fun :3

[2-dsimp]

I'm sorry, but why is the incubus have a hair like a mop with pink glitter thrown on it like those from the gender reveal parties 😭😭😭

I'M SORRY ILY AND UR STYLE BUT LIKE THE HAIR😭😭😭😭😭

Look at what you’ve done dear anon I hope you’re proud of yourself. Don’t you know that he’s the black sheep of his family?

He’s sensitive Aubrey! (;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`)/

[turtleblogatlast]

I am once again reiterating that Leo could and should be a figure skater because what are ice skates if not twin blades? What is dual blade swordsmanship if not a dance-like performance? Using the skates as blades themselves could let Leo make portals be his ice rink no? I rest my case. ⛸️

[widevibratobitch]

i really do be feeling cute today btw :3 mutuals this is your cue to pat me on the head and tell me you also think i look cute (ill cry sooooo hard if you dont btw.......)

[simmersofia]

Autumn Windenburg, an uncomfortable topic

Luna: Rohan, it’s so nice to see you again! Savannah, Sidney, hi!

Malcolm: Hi!

Rohan: Lu-Lu! And the gang! Malcolm, hi, man. What’s up?

M: Oh you know, the same old same.

Ro: Come on man, you always have the coolest stories. Tell us about your summer trip to Tartosa.

M: Oh, yeah. It was great. Lot’s of… sun.

Savannah: Holding out on us are you? Something crazy went down you don’t want to tell us about? Ohhh, a summer fling, perhaps? Come on, let’s hear it!

Lu: Guys, he was there with his family. I’m sure he was well-behaved. Right, Malcolm?

M: Yeah sure… ehum, Luna? You want a drink or something? I’m heading over to the bar.

Lu: Yeah, I’d love that. Surprise me, why don’t you?

M: Huh? Okay, sure. Be right back.

[utdr-stimming]

Fun gang plushies (with plushies) stim board!!!

Just for fun! Couldn't resist the teddy bears on a roller coaster that shit is funny... And I like how they move...

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[18ndrift]

Bored so I played around with

Glitter & Criminals ✨❤️

created with online image editor

Free to use, Enjoy! I need more caption ideas :,)

[fandomsoda]

“After all, what’s a god that cannot keep the souls under their care safe? Surely not a worthy one!”

Stimboards for our collective members 4 - Rewrite, our protector

sources:

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[ardienothesieno]

LETS GO TEAM SEAFOAM WOOHOOOOOO we can just ignore the fact that stardust has over ten thousand more members then us it's fiiiiiiiiiine we're gonna be fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine

i am also required to plug my artfight again. hi.

[wormfood2001]

pt 3 i really like this one >_<

[arcane-vagabond]

All That Glitters: Prologue

All That Glitters: Prologue

Pairing: Javy "Coyote” Machado x Reader

Summary: Growing up in the untamed wilds of the west afforded you many opportunities that most women weren't allowed, namely that of choice and self sufficiency. One day, your father announces his intention to marry you off, and you take your chance to escape, moving south to try your luck at striking gold. You arrive in the town of Maverick, setting up shop, but soon learn that life on your own is tougher than you previously thought. You catch the eye of a handsome man, but you're determined to rely on your own skills. Only, you may end up needing his help after all...

Content Warnings: References to living in the wild, Mentions of Indigenous tribes, Use of Y/N, Allusions to daddy issues, Poverty living, Sexism, Forced engagement, running away, Talks of gold. I think that's everything, but please let me know if I missed anything!

Word Count: 1.36k

Masterlist || DGU Masterlist

The mountains of the west are where you called home, and you knew every tree and stone like they were old friends. Or at least, that’s what it felt like to you.

The Rocky Mountains had sheltered you in their bosom from as early as you could remember, the old trees hiding you away from the rest of the world as your father worked, trapping and skinning the different animals that roamed this part of the world. He was an older man, getting well on in years, and you had no doubt he would pass on his trade to you any year now. You practically helped him run the business as it stood, a fact that you were very proud and mindful of.

It had just been you and your father for almost two decades now, your mother having taken ill when you were still young. The shadows of a kind smile and comforting song still teased the edges of your memories, but it had been so long, that you couldn’t be sure if they were real or the manifestations of hope teasing you with ideas of what it was to have a mother. You had been told by all who knew her that you were her spitting image, and to those comments you were never sure how to respond, so you didn’t.

You and your father lived in a remote cabin in what felt like the densest part of the forest. While he went out checking his many traps for new boon, you were stuck at home tending to the chores around your little fortress. Not many people came by your way, but those who did already knew where to look. Your father had friendships among the local Ute tribes, often trading with them for needed supplies. You had made tentative friendships over the course of the years, knowing that it would come in handy one day.

Now that you were older, you were trusted with more, and you prided yourself on keeping a neat home despite the surrounding wilderness. You were hanging the laundry up to dry when the sound of a horse trotting through the thicket caught your attention. Your body stiffened, ready for a potential threat, but you relaxed as you recognized the rider.

“Duncan,” you greeted easily, continuing your task. Duncan was a tall, strong man of about thirty years with strawberry blond hair, earth brown eyes, and sun-kissed skin. The scruff on his face indicated that it had been a few days since he had last shaved, and you weren’t sure if you like it.

“Y/n!” He called with a grin, his horse, Boone, barely coming to a stop at the foot of the small hill before he was dismounting. You supposed he was a handsome man, but you had known him since you were young, your fathers working together in the trade before Duncan’s father took ill some six years back. Duncan had already been well into adulthood by that time, promptly picking up the mantle his father had left behind.

Deep down, you knew your father had wished you were his son rather than his daughter, but you worked tirelessly to prove to him that you were just as capable as any son. You supposed it also helped that Duncan was a near constant figure in both your lives.

“Is your father around?” He asked, looking past you towards the cabin. You pinned the last sheet to the line before picking up the basket and holding it at your hip.

“He should be back soon,” you told him. “Why don’t you come wait inside?”

The rest of the day passed quickly, your father making his appearance just before the sun set below the horizon. You served dinner, listening quietly as your father and Duncan discussed business around the fire. You cleaned quietly, excusing yourself to your bed. The cabin was a one room building, the little privacy you were afforded was hidden behind a makeshift curtain in the far corner. You changed into your night shift, moving to slide into bed when you heard your father utter your name. You paused, glancing at the curtain that separated you from the two men. Padding to the edge quietly, you peeked through the crack between the fabric and the wall. The two chairs were silhouetted against he warm, orange glow of the fire, but you could still see the smoke rise from your father’s pipe.

“I’m getting older. You know that, Duncan,” your father sighed, relaxing further back into his chair. His accent was thick with the weariness of the day, and there were days where even you struggled to understand him.

“Yes René,” Duncan chuckled. “I’m aware.”

“My girl is smart, strong, capable,” your father continued, and your heart swelled with pride at his words, your chest puffing up a little. “But she can’t be on her own when I’m gone.”

You frowned at that, brow furrowed in confusion. What did he mean by that? Had you not proven to him time and time again that you were able to take care of not only yourself but him? You were so caught off guard that you nearly missed his next words.

“She’s too dependent on me,” he murmured, frown evident in his voice. “She needs a man to keep her safe and grounded.”

“What are you getting at André?” Duncan asked carefully, leaning forward onto his knees as he stared at your father.

“Take her for your wife, Duncan.”

Your heart stopped.

“She’s agreeable and a hard worker,” your father continued, a cough wracking through him. “And I’m sure it has not escaped your attention that she’s quite the beauty as well.”

“It hasn’t,” Duncan hummed. “It’s true, she would make a most agreeable wife, but I don’t know.”

“Duncan,” your father chided. “You are the son I never had. Why not make it official? It would do this old man’s heart good to know that my daughter is in the care of someone who will take care of her.”

There was a long pause between the two.

“Alright, André,” Duncan relented. “I accept.”

You watched as the two men shook hands, bile rising up in your throat. You slunk back into your bed, waiting for their conversation to die down and silently making plans of your own.

It had taken you all of one day to find your opening to escape, a singular, small pack holding a change of clothes and your mother’s journal. Duncan had left your home with the promise to return the following week, your father having gone out not too long after. You had left him a note, telling him that you had left and that you wouldn’t be back. There was no point in beating around the bush. The two of you weren’t flowery people. It took you all of two days to make it to Denver, trading a couple of furs for a few nights at the local tavern. You hoped you’d be able to come up with a plan before your stay was up.

“You heard the news?”

You glanced over to the table to your right where two men sat, drinking beer and playing a game of cards.

“What news?” The man with the beard asked in a grunt, throwing down a couple of chips. His friend threw down the same amount, drawing a card to add to his hand.

“Heard they found gold northwest of Santa Fe,” the first man said, scratching at his whiskerless chin. “A little town called Maverick. Sounds like they’re opening a mine and everything.”

“Maverick,” the bearded man drawled, “ain’t that the town with the upstarts?”

“The Dagger Gang, yeah,” the man said. “Anyway, the mayor apparently announced that they’re handing out permits or whatever for mining and panning. Could be worthwhile.”

His companion grunted, revealing his cards as the man groaned. Pulling the pile of chips closer to him, he sniffed.

“Might not be a bad idea to get a move on now before more people showed up.”

You didn’t hear the rest of their conversation, already heading back to your room to make plans for tomorrow.

A/N: And here it is! The start of Javy's spinoff! The plan is to work on my entry for the Galentine's day challenge and then I'll let you guys decide who we hear from next! As always, reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated! Be sure to follow my side account: @sailoraviator-library and turn on post notifications if you'd like to be notified of when I post! You can also follow me on AO3 under the username arcane_vagabond Thanks for reading!

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[therainbowbridge]

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[glittergroovy]

[oh-bother-stickers]