#I FOUND A PINK SHEEP

[questionsforstars]

GUYS.

[nebulastarss]

I'm still so unironically upset about the minecraft movie

[todayisafridaynight]

You Be Tails, I’ll Be Sonic by adtr is also very masadai to me, which is hilarious actually

most insane title for this song but you're also right so i'm putting it on the playlist

[autism-corner]

im working on my patchwork sheep MC plush and sometimes the pieces i cut randomly fit SO perfectly i feel like im in heaven <3

[rubystudios-yt]

He held the small thing in his hands, gently shifting it from side to side, careful to not puncture it's frail flesh with pointed bone. Softly poking at it's face with a knuckle to see the skin move with it and it squirm at the feeling.

The tuff of wool on top of it's head looked clean, thoroughly washed and cared for. He only wished his flesh hadn't rotted off some time ago, maybe then he'd be able to feel it's warm softness, even if just a smidge.

The little sheep had made it's way up the hill to greet him, and took it upon itself to try and climb up his robes when he didn't respond. He had to catch it when it started to slip.

He hadn't ignored it on purpose, he had simply just not heard the sheep's little bleats. Far too small to make a sound really that loud enough for him to hear when it had been on the ground.

But with him cradling it in his palms with his legs pulled up by his chest, leaning back onto an old redwood tree, he could hear it just fine. He wasn't entirely sure what it had been babbling on about, only really half paying attention. He did hear it ask what the scars on his bones that where his wrists where. The question went unanswered.

The sheep didn't seem to mind the old god prying at it or his lack of any vocal responses, after a while it did seem to finally tire itself out of talking and were content with taking a nap as he held it.

It was intriguing to him.

He watched it's chest rise and fall as it breathed small and evenly through it's slumber. The way it's face twitched and softened, a reflection of it's dreams it held onto.

It was fragile and light, any wrong move of his could crush bones and tear it's flesh apart. Surely the creature knew of this as well, and yet it still entrusted it's life within his hands.

He looked up over at the village that the mortal had come from, nearly hidden in the dense forest of Darkwood. It was a cute little place, decorated beautifully with bright florals and different brilliant shades of green. Roofs of straw and hay bundled together tightly to protect from the weather outside sat atop of wooden walls with carved windows.

He wondered which one the sleeping sheep had come from. Did it have any family? Did he? The four gods who had found him in chains called him their brother, so he supposed he had them. But their every movement and word seemed like they didn't know what to do with him. They were afraid to touch him, like he would wither away if they pressed on his bones too roughly, spoke with shaking soft voices that sounded forced. Like they didn't want to speak with him, he never reciprocated their words so he knows not why they forced themselves to.

In a way he knew why, having the need to use a slickly scythe designed for combat as nothing more than a walking stick (which now lay against the same tree as he), easily falling down as his legs felt as though caving in on themselves. But those where nothing time couldn't fix, if he kept walking without over exceeding himself then he wouldn't have to walk with one of the gods trailing close behind any longer. He wouldn't have to be a burden to them, it was troublesome enough as is.

He had managed to find escape away from the worm this time around. He felt terrible using his blindness to his own advantage, but he felt as though they had been suffocating him, coddling him as though he couldn't do anything at all on his own. He felt pathetically small around them, despite his height causing him to practically loom over the four of them.

The sky that overcasted the village was dark with the night's colorful blues and blacks. Stars twinkled bright above them. It felt like only minutes before the colors shifted to allow room for the sun's early morning rays. Highlighting the shadowy purples with pinks and golden orange and yellows. It made the village below feel more full in a way. Like this was how it was meant to be viewed as.

small doodle for a snippet I wrote a couple of months ago lol

[eunandonly]

( 양정원 ) ⸻ 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒾 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒸𝒽𝓇𝒾𝓈𝓉𝓂𝒶𝓈 𝒾𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊 ! ⟡

IN WHICH ⸻ jungwon gives you a little christmas surprise

( pairing ) ❜ jungwon x f!r 1092wc + fluff, christmas, angst if you squint contains ! kissing, skinship, swearing / archive

"are you really not going to be here for the christmas?" you ask as you talk to jungwon on the phone. you're sitting by the armchair near the window, staring at the snow pile up outside as the fireplace cracks near you. "sorry princess," jungwon said on the other end of the line. "maybe next year."

you can't help but let out a sigh, looking longingly at the winter wonderland outside. "i was so excited to have you over so we can build a snowman and have some time together. it snowed here, you know." jungwon left town last year for university leaving you behind, and despite what you've been telling yourself, you miss him. a lot.

you had been counting down to christmas all year, the days marked not with numbers but with quiet, vivid imaginings. you’d pictured you and jungwon sitting together wrapped in a soft blanket in the living room, surrounded by fairy lights whilst sipping on hot chocolate. a day spent outside building a snowman, recording the chaotic process with your ancient camcorder. jungwon is all you want for christmas, but it’s already christmas eve now, and jungwon isn’t here.

"gosh, i miss you so much wonnie," you say, pouting. "can't believe i'm left behind in this stupid boring town whilst you're in the city. there's nothing to do here- more sheeps than humans, i swear."

jungwon's laugh makes you smile despite your sadness.

"i miss you so much as well. i've got to go now, y/n. i promise i'll see you soon, okay?"

you roll your eyes, leaning back in your chair frustrated. "yeah, when is soon, jungwon? when is soon-"

jungwon ends the call, the line disconnecting with a little beep. you stare down at your dark screen in disbelief before letting out a huff.

asshole.

you wonder for a split second whether he's not coming back because he's not interested anymore. perhaps he found a prettier, smarter, nicer girl in university whom he's going to spend time with for christmas.

no, jungwon won't do that. he loves you.

right?

but if he did, would he really not come back for christmas without a proper explanation as to why?

and the way he ended the call with you so abruptly- maybe another girl was with him, holding his hand as he called you.

you throw your phone down on the sofa next to you, shaking your head.

"no, jungwon won't do that. he loves me." you say to yourself, saying it out loud as if it'll help convince you.

but can you really blame jungwon if he's found someone else? you aren't that pretty, and you don't even go to university with him.

amid your worries, there’s a knock on the door.

it’s soft, almost hesitant, but it breaks through the stillness like the first note of a song. your brows furrow.

you get up from the armchair, wondering who it is. it's definitely not the delivery man- you haven't ordered anything recently. a friend, maybe? no, they're all away, some of them to the city, some to the beach and some to warmer countries to flee from the biting cold of december.

so who is it?

"coming!" you call out, walking over to the door. you take in a deep breath, bracing yourself for the gust of icy cold air that's sure to blow in if you open the door.

you turn the door knob, immediately met with the cold wind and blizzard. and then you see him.

jungwon.

his cheeks are flushed pink from the cold, his dark hair peeking out of his knit beanie. he stands there, bundled in a thick coat, a dust of snow covering him and a small, gold wrapped box in his hands. he looks impossibly perfect against the pale winter backdrop, his smile soft, a little shy, but warm enough to melt away all your doubts and worries and frost in an instant.

“umm, merry christmas,” he says, his voice gentle and soft.

you stare for a moment or two, your breath caught somewhere between disbelief and relief, before stepping forward and throwing your arms around him. jungwon’s laugh is muffled against your shoulder as he lifts up from the ground to swing you to and fro like a little kid before putting you back down.

“you’re here,” you whispered. “i thought you couldn’t come.”

he pulled back from the embrace justice enough to look at you properly, and he sweeps away your hair from your face. “of course i’m here,” he murmurs. “i’ve been busy with university, couldn’t even talk to you on the phone that much, but i had to come.”

you feel your cheeks grow warm. “i thought you found someone else.”

“what?”

it sounds silly now, but you continue. “i thought you found a smarter, prettier girl at uni. thought you weren’t coming for christmas because you’re spending it with her.”

jungwon just laughs now. “you think i would replace you? princess, you overthink too much. i would never go off with another girl when you’re so perfect.”

he leans down to give you a sweet little kiss on the lips, and you smile.

“alright, let’s go in now before all this blizzard and cold gets in. let’s make a snowman together, and we can watch old disney together…”

✉️ : @icyy-hoon

[suugarbabe]

omg ok ok ok, I love your Sirius, so, I'm wondering if you could write a sirius x fem!reader who is maybe the grumpy to his sunshine? he's the one who is always super flirty and outgoing and the life of the party, and she would sort of rather die but begrudgingly puts up with it for him? OH but maybe one day she has a bad day and he gets to see a softer side of her 🥹 IDK idk I'm too excited to request this is so bad sorry my love xoxoxoxo kisses for youuuu

I am *living* for this okay. l i v i n g. because Sirius is my sunshine to my grumpy. I am the grumpy reader. okay let’s do this baby. kiss kiss kiss yoooou <3

Opposites attract right? At least that’s what others seemed to deem as the explanation for your relationship. Sirius was in a category all his own as far as you were concerned, but that category was nearly the opposite of where people would place you. Sirius was a people person, it came so easily to him it was like he never even had to try. It annoyed you to no fucking end when you first met him.

Being a descendent of the most noble and ancient House of Black had its advantages. Like incredibly sharp cheekbones, beautiful alabaster skin that contrasted perfectly with onyx locks and eyes so deep and blue you could drown in them. Sirius exuded this energy that seemed to pull people towards him; like he had his own force field. He could walk into a room and everything shifted, like he breathed extra life into the area and everyone was desperate to live.

Most people when asked about you would say you were…short-tempered. Your housemates tended to steer clear of your presence. Which was fine with you because you were easily annoyed by most of them. Ravenclaws were known for being know-it-alls and truthfully you found it rather repugnant. Thankfully you had Pandora as company. Usually her overly sweet demeanor would drive you insane, but you knew more than the rest. Being a Rosier sorted into Ravenclaw essentially meant she was the black sheep of her family. But that seemed to be your soft spot.

Pandora would tease that this was why you started falling for Sirius. Despite your more grumpy demeanor, you were never quite as grumpy when it came to Sirius. Hearing the ins and outs of what was going on over breaks from Pan made you want to take care of him.

The first time Sirius brought you around the rest of the marauders it was not without sideways glances. “Er, Pads, you seemed to have picked up a shadow,” James nodded towards your frame just behind Sirius. “Sod off, Potter,” you’d grumbled, Sirius’s palm big and flat against your back moving in slow circles. “S’alright love, he’s just teasing. Be nice, Prongs or she’ll hex you into next week and I won’t be able to stop her.”

“Not that you’d try to stop her, would ya mate. I’m Remus, but all these miserable gits call me Moony,” Remus gave a small fingered wave as he plopped onto the couch ceremoniously. He would eventually turn into the one that’d help you gang up on Sirius, if ever needed.

On this particular night, though, you were feeling just…down. It wasn’t often you felt like this, despite outward appearances. However when this feeling did hit you, there was only one person that could fully get you out of it. You knew that the Gryffindors were having their annual Halloween party. Which meant if you wanted to find Sirius that’s where he’d be.

You had of course agreed to come to the party ages ago; much to do with Sirius begging and pouting his pretty pink lips and sucking you in with his pretty blue eyes. Sirius had insisted that costumes were required, “Even for an angel like yourself” which earned him a particularly large eye roll. Thus, you threw on some fishnet tights and a black minidress with your signature black boots. Atop your head a small pair of black cat ears, thanks to Pandoras charm work.

She was dressed as an actual angel, charmed halo floating above her nearly white blonde locks. Any muggle would think they were truly hallucinating if they would have seen her. You greeted the fat lady with the password, “Hiddlypunks,” and she swung open. Within the first few steps one would be none the wiser. But two steps into the commonroom and the barrier was broken, music and singing and murmuring filling the room.

“Drinks yes? Please yes,” you nodded at Pandora who found her way to to the drink table to create what you were hoping were very strong concoctions. You didn’t need to look around in order to find him. That magnetic pull leading you closer and closer until you heard the boisterous laugh of Sirius Black. You were quiet in your approach, not drawing any attention to yourself on purpose. Even though you yearned for his touch you knew how much he enjoyed entertaining and didn’t want to interrupt.

Remus spots you of course, the observant bastard. He throws a playful wink in your direction; you responding with a middle finger and a forced smile. Sirius is in the middle of recalling “a truly amazing play, great play” from the last quidditch match, but Remus’s low chuckle from your display of affection towards him causes your boyfriend to turn around in search of who could have possibly pulled attention away from him.

His furrowed brows disperse as you catch his sights and smile lights his face, “Well, hello there, Kitten.” You give a weak smile in response, “Hi Siri.” His brows are furrowed once more. The others try to greet you but immediately you’re swept away to a farther corner of the room. Sirius swirls his wand around you both, muttering a quick muffliato, coating you both in silence. “Okay, out with it what’s wrong?” Sirius’s hands were laid gently on your waist, head dipped down to force your avoidant eyes to keep contact with his. “Come now, pet. You know I can’t do anything without knowing what’s wrong,” he urged, giving your waist a small squeeze.

You met his eyes and yours immediately began to brim with tears. In an instant Sirius has engulfed you, one hand grasping your head and holding you close to his chest while the other wraps around your back, squeezing you as close to him as possible and hoping the pressure of his pull is soothing. His heart breaks ever so slightly at the muffled sobs against him. Your emotions seem to be everywhere but embarrassment is toping the list as you begin to pull away, aggressively wiping your face with the heel of your palms, hoping no one but Sirius is noticing you in this state.

"I-I'm sorry Siri, 've just..." you trailed off, choked breaths causing your intake of air to stutter. Sirius's touch has yet to cease, one hand cupping your cheek gently while the other finds solace in the dip of your waist, "Rough day, love?" You nod once, looking to the ceiling and willing any tears to fall back into your head instead of trailing down your face. "Alright, let's go," his head tilts towards the spiral staircase that would lead to his dorm.

You sniffle quickly, shaking your head, "N-no, I'll be okay. I'm not going to take you away from the party, Siri. Not gonna steal you from your friends like that." Sirius can't help but scoff, "Fuck my friends." You laugh a little at his brashness and the sound makes Sirius grin again, "There you are, love." He takes a quick peek over his shoulder, "Now. Let's just go tell the others we're going up, Remus will make sure we're left alone for a good few hours then, hmm?"

You nod, agreeing, knowing that there's no use in arguing with Sirius when he's made up his mind. His fingers laced with yours and the cool feeling of his rings are such a contrast the the heat in your body that it's calming. He gives your hand an extra squeeze as you approach the group. You decide to try and stay hidden behind Sirius, almost burying your face against his shoulder blade, barely peeking one eye out to see the others.

Sirius explains that he's feeling tired and wants to go back to the room with you. James does not look convinced in the slightest. He looks even more confused by your seemingly shy and reserved demeanor. He doesn't think he's ever seen you look so...vulnerable. Remus is the only person you make eye contact with and he gives you a simple wink and a nod. The reassurance from the smallest action making you sigh in relief.

It's almost like Sirius can feel you relax slightly, turning to you and asking if you're ready to go. You give a feeble nod and a shy wave to the others, most of which look a little skeptical but say no protests in return.

When you make it to his dorm Sirius immediately goes to his trunk, pulling out his favorite concert tee and handing it to you. You take off your outfit slowly, pulling his shirt over your head and letting it consume you, the additional scent of Sirius now enveloping your body and adding to your relief. Sirius changes himself and then pulls back the duvet, "In you go, pet."

You oblige, going and getting comfortable on your back. Sirius climbs in after you, crawling over your form and placing two soft kisses on either apple of your cheek before giving you the most gentle yet firm kiss. He rests his head against yours, asking you almost in a whisper, "D'you wanna talk about it?"

"No," your response so soft it would've been missed had it not been only you two in the room, "Will you just...lay on me?" Sirius kissed you softly once more, scooching down just enough to lay his head on your chest. He wrapped his arms around you, relaxing himself and allowing his full weight to now lay on top of you. The weight of your boyfriend was the grounding you needed, your breathing now finally able to even out.

[xxcrystalinerose]

KEEPSAKE ART!! KEEPSAKE ART!!

I've been waiting for this in particular and there are some very interesting looking keepsakes so let's talk about them!

Hecate's is just the sigil we can find on and around characters allied with the Unseen (Nemesis) or witches (Medea, Circe). So I'm going to assume the sigil itself is called the Silver Wheel.

I had to research what Odysseus' is supposed to be (because I haven't ever read the Odyssey) but it turns out this is a type of game of chance called knucklebones? Interestingly it's something taught by Palamedes to his countrymen during the Trojan War, and Palamedes was the guy whose trickery forced Odysseus into the War and Od never forgave him (in most accounts, Od also killed him later). Oof.

I've wanted to make keepsake-based art for these, but since I don't know what they're supposed to be I was forced to speculate. But I don't need to any longer!

Nem's keepsake is... a literal evil eye charm. I don't know what I expected really! But it has a thread on it, so maybe Nem wears it on her armor? Hung on the back of her cuirass perhaps, to ward off malice directed against her back as she leaves after dealing retribution?

The skull on Moros' keepsake looks adorably polite (just like the man). I like that the 'pin' part is similar to one of those tiny sewing pins. It has the color of the Fates on it; did they give this to him? From its appearance, it's likely the Pin was supposed to be worn to fasten his sash.

Hermes' keepsake is a vial of mercury. Also known as quicksilver. 100/100 pun game and mythological reference here, Supergiant.

Artemis' keepsake is likely a reference to the sacred hind of Artemis, which is said to have golden antlers (likely represented by the golden accessories on the antlers).

Heracles' keepsake is from the name itself without a doubt a fang from the Nemean Lion, whose pelt he is also wearing on his person (my favorite iteration of this trope by the way).

Medea's is almost definitely the Golden Fleece, but looked like that either due to her curses, vengeance, or she just decided to singe it out of spite, as the in-game name is blackened fleece. The Medea we meet in game is likely her after enacting vengeance against Jason (can we see what's left of him? Or his shade? Please?).

I did not expect Circe's to be an ADORABLE pink crystal piggie. I wonder if SGG will discuss Circe's tendency to curse people into animals, judging by the pink sheep pigs on her island... and the entire Odysseus situation, because hoo boy.

Icarus' keepsake is a slightly modified Daedalus hammer. It doesn't look that much different, maybe to signify his doubt of his own skills and his belief that he will never escape his father's legacy and shadow? He's not yet found the courage to come into his own.

[disaster-writer]

A Sheep In Wolf’s Clothing

Shigaraki x Reader x Dabi

Summary: idk what this is, I just wanted write some more vile shit with these characters. This is also a college au

Word Count: 732

Warnings: Kinda smuttish I guess, they talk about it at least. Mentions of drugging and noncon stuff

Minors DNI

You were pathetic, trying to fit in with those girls the way you did.

The only thing you ever offered that group of mean girls were your nods and chirps of agreement, even when they treated you as their punching bag the only thing you could do was choke out a laugh. 

He bet you cried yourself to sleep.

The ice cream shop you sat in with your girl’s after class was cute, a nice little facade for the beasts you hung around as you all ate your ice cream cones covered in rainbow sprinkles within the bright neon and baby pink shop.

He hadn’t meant to follow you here after class but today you looked particularly down. Like a little kicked puppy, the image in his head was sold even more at the little licks you gave your vanilla ice cream in hand with those sad, pathetic eyes of yours.

He sucked in a breath, the image of your cute little pink tongue darting out to kitten lick the pre-cum off the fat tip of his cockhead all too vivid.

He shifted in his seat, cock already half hard.

The bell on the door rang above. Shigaraki hadn’t bothered to look, still distracted by that little pink tongue.

”You’re excited.”

Dabi.

Shigaraki huffed, slipping his hand down between his legs and readjusting himself as Dabi sat down beside him.

Dabi followed his line of sight, eyes landing on the obnoxiously loud college girls as they cackled about whatever the fuck they thought was so funny that the entire ice cream shop had to know about it. 

He knew who they were, the entire campus did. Those girls only went to every fucking party on campus, getting drunk and/or high out of their damn minds and wreaking havoc.

Dabi sighed, sinking into his seat with a grin.

”I love bitchy mean girls,” he murmured, eyeing one of the girls up, “They’re never that tough when they’re sobbing on your cock— not that you’d know anything about that,” he punctuated with a laugh.

Shigaraki said nothing, jaw tensing in response.

”Which one’s got you all chubbed up?” 

He sneered, “I thought you were hanging out with that asshole today.”

”Hawks is fucking his lab partner right now. Fucking bitch isn’t into spit roasting,” he shrugged, “Figured I’d see whatever shit you were getting up to instead.”

”Vanilla ice cream, rainbow sprinkles.”

Dabi’s eyes landed on you almost immediately, grin stretching wider on his pierced lips.

”Ah— the weak link. Not bad.” He nodded, “Guess you heard what happened last night?”

Shigaraki’s eyes widened a fraction, snapping his head towards Dabi.

”What happened?”

He quirked a brow, “Oh?” He said with a chuckle, “You didn’t see the videos? Little cock tease over there was slipped something last night at some party and started fingering herself in the middle of the fucking thing. There’s all these video’s going around.”

”Do you have any?”

“Someone‘s gotta crush~” he lilted, pulling his phone out, quickly opening his messages with Hawks then downloading and sending the video’s he had sent him last night.

Shigaraki was pulling his phone out before he even received the video’s, opening his messaging app and tapping on them as soon as they went through.

His breath hitched. You were on a couch, hand shoved under your skirt with your eyes all hazy and lidded, surrounded by ooing and aaing partygoers.

Your friends all stood around laughing in hysterics, doubled over, barely able to breathe as more people took their phones out.

His eyes snapped back to you.

Your sad puppy eyes made so much more sense now.

Shigaraki found himself swallowing his pride as the next words left his lips.

”You know how to talk to girls, right?”

”I know how to get them into bed,” he replied smugly.

”Then…” he trailed off, not knowing the right words, “Do you think—“

”Sure. But I want in,” he nodded.

”…You think she’d be into spit roasting?”

Dabi’s grin widened as he eyed you up now. You looked so sad and anxious as you sat with the friends that hadn’t protected you last night.

You were a little lamb, all alone, surrounded by wolves… being hunted by wolves.

”She doesn’t have to be.” He felt his cock throb, watching that little pink tongue dart out, licking that ice cream cone, “She’ll do it anyway.”

—————

Requests open

[frostedsugarcookiehearts]

⁷ said their favorite song was pink + white (but they're black & blue)

light themes of abuse! ୨ৎ

it all started with an order for sunnyside up eggs.

schlatt was filming yet another video from a bougie, expensive-ass hotel, showing off the freakin' bidet they had in the bathroom and the robe that felt like it was sewed from a thousand sheep.

but of course, the best part of hotels was the room service! schlatt skimmed through the menu before deciding on a cup'a joe and his choice of eggs, eventually deciding on sunnyside up. so he picked up the hotel room and pressed 3 (which was the button for room service), and waited for someone to pick up.

"room service here! how may i help you?" a cute little voice sang, filling schlatt's ears with a comforting aura he couldn't place.

"uh, hello ma'am." he coughed awkwardly, and all of a sudden his palms felt sweaty. he aggressively wiped his hands on his black t-shirt, letting out a grumble. "could i please have a coffee and... hm, sunnyside up eggs please?"

"of course sir! i'm so sorry, but that may take about ten minutes. is that okay?"

he blinked, bewildered. most room service at other hotels took like thirty minutes, and they practically threw the plate at your face. he could wait ten minutes for his food, he wasn't a douchebag fatass. "yeah— yeah, of course. take all the time you need."

he could hear the person on the other line hum happily. "alrighty then! we'll see you soon. please enjoy your stay!"

"uh-huh." he grinned to himself like an idiot, sounding like a big dumb oaf. "i will."

ten minutes later? the doorbell to his room rang. a cute little knock, one, two, three! echoed throughout the room. "room service!" the same voice from over the phone chirps.

schlatt, admittedly, runs to the door, panting a little as he swings it open. in the doorway is a pretty girl in a button up shirt and skirt, beaming as she holds two trays. "hi mister schlatt!"

"hello. uhm," he glances down to see your nametag, stumbling out your name politely. "you can put that down right there." he points to the coffee table across from the couch adjacent to the bed.

happily, you oblige, putting it right where he said. he expected a plain mug and one sunnyside up egg, but you'd brought a whole tray of coffee, with creamer and sugar— everything you would need. like coffee heaven. and then, under that metal lid was not only eggs, but sausage and a choice of water, orange juice or milk. woah.

schlatt's eyes widened. "am i gonna get paid extra for all'at?"

you chuckle, shaking your head politely. "nope! i just thought some extra food couldn't hurt." you smiled up at him, and he felt his shoulders relax, teeth unclench and his breath steady. you were cute. and the service was actually pretty great here.

(he talked to ted later, who was living in the room across from him, and he got less of an array than schlatt did, but he still got a hefty increase from what he asked for. schlatt smirked to himself once ted told him this— it just proved that he was your favorite.)

after chatting with ted for a few hours and filming a few clips around the two rooms, he made his way to the lobby to thank you, maybe slip you a few tenners (hey, the service was good! and you were cute).

he found you, tucked in a hallway near the receptionist's desk. next to you was a guy who towered over you— not an accomplishment, you were pretty small— but the man seemed imposing. you were absentmindedly eating a protein bar while he spoke, and he plucked it out of your hands.

he cooed patronizingly, "you don't need to be eating all of that, do ya, baby?"

schlatt felt his eye twitch and fists clench. who the actual fuck did this guy think he was? based off the 'baby' suffix, he assumed this dick was your boyfriend. what kind of boyfriend said that to their girlfriend? a bad one, obviously, but still— the fuck?

"...yeah." you mumbled, looking a little ashamed. the man lit up, patting your back and then wrapping a hand around your shoulder. you were about to reach the bar to your lips again, but then your boyfriend's hand tightened around the edge of your neck.

his hand squeezed right at the crook of your neck and shoulder, way tighter than necessary as he barked, "throw that shit out."

your face paling, you immediately chucked the protein bar into the trashcan, eliciting a happy hum from your boyfriend. he promptly kissed the top of your head, patting your ass and walking off. douche.

something tugged at schlatt, but he wasn't sure what. he could tell, obviously, that your boyfriend sucked, but it seemed like there was more to it than that— he placed it when he saw your face blanch when your boyfriend squeezed your neck. he could see a faint mark start to form, but your pale skin basically covered up the blush colored mark from your boyfriend's big hand.

and, for better or for worse, he didn't want to pry in your personal life. for all he knew, your boyfriend was having a bad day or something. it was hard for him to justify it, but it wasn't his business; he needed to know more.

he walks up to you, smiling as he gently murmurs, "hey, thank you. for the extra stuff with my coffee."

you blink up at him, looking frazzled. "oh! it's no problem. don't worry 'bout it."

"nah, you went out of your way to do that for me. i appreciate it." he smiles, running a hand through his hair.

smiling, you giggle. "anytime, mister schlatt."

"jay," he corrects, his voice soft and baritone.

"jay," you echo. "nice to meet you."

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divider credits @omi-resources

dead dove do not eat divider credit @burdenandacrop

[myraniellejkelly]

Songs that remind me of him:

Closer - Nine Inch Nails

Teeth - 5 Seconds of Summer

A Little Bit Harder Now - She Wants Revenge

Supermassive Black Hole - Muse

Beast - Mia Martina

Every Breath You Take - The Police (Chase Holfelder version)

Animal - Chase Holfelder

Choke - I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

Twisted - Missio

I Don’t Even Care About You - Missio

Crazy - Gnarls Barkley

Insane In The Membrane - Cypress Hill

Super Psycho Love - Simon Curtis

Sucker For Pain - Suicide Squad (featured several artist)

Pump Up Kicks - Foster The People

R U Crazy? - Connor Maynard

Hot Girl Bummer - Blackbear

Bang Bang - K’naan

Hey, Mickey! - Baby Tate

Desire - Meg Myers

Do I Wanna Know? - Arctic Monkeys

Are You Mine - Arctic Monkeys

Poison - Bell Biv Devoe

Redbone - Childish Gambino

Me and Your Mama - Childish Gambino

Les - Childish Gambino

Heartbeat - Childish Gambino

Bonfire - Childish Gambino

I Hate Everything About You - Three Days Grace

Mascara - Deftones

My Own Summer - Deftones

Bitches - MSI

Shut Me Up - MSI

Molly - MSI

In My Room - ICP (Insane Clown Posse)

Chop Chop Slide - ICP (Insane Clown Posse)

Sociopath - StéLouse ft. Bryce Fox

Mount Everest - Labrinth

Wolf in Sheep Clothing - Set It Off ft. William Beckett

I Wanna Be Your Slave - Måneskin

I Wanna Be Your Dog - Stooges

Blood // Water - Grandson

Darkside - Grandson

Cradles - Sub Urban

Gasoline - Halsey

Bad Guy - Billie Eilish

My Strange Addiction - Billie Eilish

My Boy - Billie Eilish

Toxic - Britney Spears

Criminal - Britney Spears

Womanizer - Britney Spears

Slave 4 U - Britney Spears

I’m Gonna Show You Crazy - Bebe Rexha

Paparazzi - Lady Gaga

Daisy - Ashnikko

Slumber Party - Ashnikko

High Enough - K.Flay

Hayloft - Mother Mother

Hayloft II - Mother Mother

Oh Ana - Mother Mother

I Love You Like An Alcoholic - The Taxpayers

The Red Means I Love You - Madds Buckley

Bust Your Kneecaps - Pomplamoose

The Masochism Tango - Tom Lehner

Stalker’s Tango - Autoheart

An Unhealthy Obsession - Blake Robinson Synthetic Orchestra ft. Gloom Darkheart

Blood (Hidden Track) - My Chemical Romance

Teenagers - My Chemical Romance

Always Forever - The Cults

She’s So Nice - Pink Guy

Slut Me Out - NLE Choppa

Sexy Back - Justin Timberlake

Sexy Drug - Falling In Reverse

Ponyboy - SOPHIE

Grind Me Down - Lilianna Wilde (jawster remix version)

Again - Noah Cyrus ft. XXXTENTACION

Play With Fire - Sam Tinnesz

Heathens - Twenty One Pilots

Let The World Burn - Chris Grey

Backstabber - Kesha

Low Life - Future ft. The Weeknd

Happy House - The Weeknd

The Hills - The Weeknd

Fetish - Selena Gomez

Shameless - Camilla Cabello

My Oh My - Camilla Cabello

Older - Isabel LaRosa

Die Mountain Dew - Lana Del Rey (demo version)

Your Girl - Lana Del Rey

Obsessed - Mariah Carey

Smile - Lily Allen

Love Me Not - Ravyn Lenae

Savage - Bahari

Dead To Me - Kali Uchis

Lights Down Low - Max Schneider

Love Me Dead - Ludo

Meant To Be Yours - Heathers Musical (Ryan McCartan)

Never Ever Getting Rid Of Me - Waitress Musical (Christopher Fitzgerald)

New Darling - Maretu

Senpai - Shiki

OHAYO - GAL ft. Shake Pepper & Yvngboi P

Teenage Dirtbag - Wheatus (2009 electro remix version)

PUNK TACTICS - Joey Valence & Brae

In My Mouth - Black Dresses

The Real Slim Shady - Eminem

Superman - Eminem

Big Weenie - Eminem

Batman - LPB Poody

You’re A Jerk - New Boyz

Do You Wanna Fuck Me - Byz

Ride - Sir Mix-A-Lot

Bark Like You Want It - Sir Mix-A-Lot

You Don’t Own Me - SAYGRACE ft. G-Eazy

Sweet Dreams - Left Boy

Sex Money Feelings Die - Lykke Li

All I Want Was You - Rebzyyx

Final Girl - Graveyardguy

If U Think I’m Pretty - Artemas

On The Floor! - Lumi Athena & Removeface

BREAK A NECK - Odetari ft. Ayesha Erotica

BrooklynBloodPop! - Syko

Gamez - Bei Maejor ft. Keri Hilson

Licky - Larry Tree (Hervé radio edit version)

Wutiwant - Saraunh0ly

Masquerade - Siouxxie Sixxsta

Nowhere To Run - Stegosaurus Rex

Pretty Little Psycho - Porcelain Black

Bang Bang Bang Bang - Sohodolls

Cake - Melanie Martinez

Teddy Bear - Melanie Martinez

[bleue-flora]

***UPDATE***

I did some snooping of my own as well as had people find or rule some out (I’ll probably continue to update this as we go on so to check the updated list return to the original post instead of the reblogs)

Alright, by popular demand here it is. There are likely things on here that may not exist yet because the map is from before the finales or don't exist at all or aren’t on this map (these items will be marked DNE - does not exist). I don't know, but that's part of the fun I suppose. :) Feel free to leave the answers in my asks, tag me, or just use the tag: #dsmp scavenger hunt so I can find your posts. <3 Good Luck!

DSMP Scavenger Hunt

Places

1. Staged Duo Island [related post]

✔️2a. Map #1 - Found ✔️2b. Map #4 from Dream’s wall in his bedroom cell [related post] (hopefully they are oriented right, I based it on the other wall maps’ orientation) - Found

2b. is Sam's Base at -3803 70 -3926 [post] (seems the map was oriented wrong oops, my bad... apparently it was right on his wall)

2a. has been determined by @sumwan to be a map of a more completed version of Sam’s handmade retirement island [post] (which is not actually shown in its completion on the dsmp map we were given, but is another mystery solved nonetheless :D)

✖️3. Quackity's storage room (what is in the chests?) [clip] - DNE

Given the look of this room and the presumed general area based off of the stream, I searched everywhere and am going to say this no longer exists and must have be changed since April 2021, perhaps it was part of a Las Nevadas building during construction… so no new torture method lore I guess :[

4. Quackity’s birthday poster (does it really say he’s 28? Or that his birthday is on December 28?)

5. Dream’s house (does he actually have one that’s not the prison or his old secret base)

✖️6a. Revival Book Lab [clip] - DNE ✖️6b. Punz's secret underground room - DNE

6b. The finale secret room has been confirmed to not have been built yet [post]

6a. It is a general consensus at this point that because Punz's tower does not appear the same as in the video that the video was filmed on a different map so there is no lab.

✖️7. Dream’s bed for respawning in the disc confrontation (it had to be close for him to get there so fast [related post]) - DNE [post]

✔️8. Warden’s prison stasis chamber on the outside [clip] - Found [post]

9. Does Quackity have an in Minecraft calendar? (that Dream mentions [clip] & is shown in vod)

10. Did they make a replica of the cell for the scrapped lore and just never filmed it?

Items

✔️11. Books Dream gave to Techno in prison (are they all empty?) - Found

No, the one labeled Dream says “dear technoblade” and the others also have things in them, not necessarily super notable but not nothing [post].

➖12. Dream’s letter to Techno - Maybe?

There is a world in which it could perhaps be the Dream book with “dear technoblade” in it [post] because that is what the scene ends on [clip].

13. Revival Book

14. Are there multiple Enderboo prison waivers for multiple visits?

➖15. The OG pink bed (shown in old enderchest [from this post] but not later) - Unfindable

So there are actually a shit ton of pink beds on the server a result of Eret’s ‘you matter <3’ pink wool and the og pink sheep at the community house no doubt. So I think this will be pretty impossible, unless we find something that seems like Dream’s house which has a pink bed.

✔️16. Does Dream have any named possessions? - Yes

A fish named J DAWG, good on Sneapeekay for giving Dream a pet, our boy has an attachment now :) [post]

17. Dreamrider [clip]

✔️18a. Dream’s blue shield - Found 18b. Smile shield from staged finale

18a. George still has it in his ender chest :) [post]

*40. Bonus Addition - Sam’s missing Warden items [related post] including : 40a. WARDENS WILL 40b. His armor and ✔️ 40c. His trident Wardens Mercy - Found [post]

Enchantments

✔️19. Enchantments of Quackity’s netherite low durability axe - Found

Efficiency V and Mending [post]

✔️20. Enchantments of Quackity’s diamond sword - Found

Sharpness I [same post as axe]

✔️21. Enchantments of Quackity’s diamond pickaxe - Found

Fortune II and Efficiency III [same post as axe]

✔️22. Dream’s armor enchantments after prison (how does it compare to Nightmare?) - Found

Pretty comparable as far as main enchants go, but definitely missing the extra frills [post] (thank you to @sumwan for finding Nightmare)

Questions

✔️23. Would Techno and Dream have been able to escape from under the cell? [clip] - I think EVENTUALLY Yes [post]

✔️24. Is the End completely untouched? [related post] - Yes

@blockgamepirate has made the observation that no End file exist so presumably they never went to the end before the finale.

✔️25. Are the cow and sheep still at the disc confrontation vault? - No

Just For Fun - Where are these?

✔️26. KSI portraits from sex class (are there any still around?) - Yes

I do not have the plugin but all maps seem to still be in the school.

27. DEFINITELY NOT PENIS

✔️28. Dream’s Diary - Found

It was still in the cell.... [post]

29. “thanks for visiting” prison book

30. The :) book Sapnap gives to Ranboo from Dream in prison

31. Sam’s book that says "I am not an idiot "over and over

32. The L’manberg photo from the finale [clip]

✔️33. Are there any Tales of the SMP sets? - Yes

@feyscape has found the City of Mizu at 13979 70 12937 [post]

@feyscape’s website notes that The Town That Never Was is at 843 97 -296 [link]

✔️34. Egg - Found

Oddly, near Bad and Skeppy's mansion and the prison, not the banquet room, at 325 11 -884 [post]

35. Bones and Skeppy’s house (in Egg Finale) [clip]

✔️36. Antarctica Tommy got teleported to when he was banned on his first day [related post] - Found

@feyscape website coordinates at 2000 64 2500 [link]

37. The ocean monuments missing elder guardians (for prison build)?

38a. Fundy's house in mesa 38b. Fundy’s nightmare set in mesa biome [clip]

✔️39. Dream’s parrot’s grave [Dream's parrot] - Found

@oduvany has found it at 237 2309 [post]

Helpful Resources

@sumwan’s post [here] tells how to access inventories

And @seriousbusiness4130 left some helpful replies on my post about finding the loaded chunks of a map:

@feyscape has set up a helpful coordinates archive [here]

[inkieflame]

ZITS are all immortal.

They all made the ruin structures.

Ruin Down portals? Someone got lost, and had to build another portal to get faster travel back to group.

Buried Treasure? Tango hid one of the others’ stuff and they all went searching to never find it again.. He always feel so bad.. for a bit.

Sand Temples? Skizz made them as shines to Impulse. No, Impulse isn’t a creeper hybrid. Why did he chiseled Creeper heads on the sand stone?? “It looks GOOD! Off my back, Dipple Dop!” And why in the desert? “You’re hot! ;)” “Tango is literally on fire.” “But only you make me dry in the mouth” Confused noises, flustered noises, insulted noises

The Jungle Temple: The first attempts with redstone. ZIT learned a lot and got sentimental to keep them there. Skizz forgot everything.

As Impy is a dragon, so they made the strongholds to ensure that he can go home whenever he wants. (I’ve heard that he doesn’t like horns, heard that he changed his mind, he said it’s fine but the way he said it sounded like he minds— no straight answers, haven’t found proof of any of this: so I’m just assuming that he’s like Tango and doesn’t like being associated with demon regalia, so dragon instead, still horns and parts but more cooler!)

Zedaph made the underwater monument because he wanted to see if he could. Tango and Impulse worked together on the guardians, the literal, and this is canon to Minecraft, robots. Skizz was happy to be Zed’s lab rat. Especially as he can be sure that Tango doesn’t attempt to go in water. (They later made Tango basically immune to water, but not during that period)

And no, no one is sure how Tango is… still alive. Blazes don’t live forever. In fact, they have short life spans, that transfers over to the hybrids- but he’s still here! Skizz and Impulse, the immortal beings, don’t mention it as they are afraid that if they say something, it’ll magically correct itself and he falls over dead like a Cartoon.

Zed is still here because there isn’t thing he hadn’t experimented with. And his main thing to experiment on is himself. So, they just agree that Death is afraid of him. That or he altered his DNA so much that he made himself immortal. The Goat/Sheep thing- He was originally a white goat, now he’s at least partly a pink sheep now- and no he didn’t use dyes to dye himself once he was sheep no- he’s terrifying. And no, Zed did not make Tango immortal. Mr. Tek let’s Zed do so much to him but definitely not enough to accomplish what Zed did to himself.

No one knows

Well

Tango does. But he finds it funny to not say why.

Anon this is absolutely hilarious. I would watch a whole sitcom based around these four immortals and their shenanigans XD

[overly-dramatic-artist]

The Way of the Cards

The DCA Slasher au belongs to @wyervan

Here is my little written contribution to this amazing au featuring my ‘Final Girl,’ Cassandra

The soft patter of socked-footsteps interrupts the fuzzy melody of the cassette mixtape currently playing some Norah Jones blues from the stereo. Cassandra crosses the threshold of the kitchen into the living room carrying two hot mugs with little metal tea chains hanging over the lip, and joins Sun sitting on the rug covered hard-wood floor once more. He’s tentatively observing the little artifacts she has laid out on her reading cloth, various ends and odds with no clear meaning on the surface, along with mismatched candles of all shapes and sizes, and the large stack of cards right in the center.

Sun reaches a large hand forward, almost nervous to touch the glass evil eye stone, but pulls back immediately when Cassandra meets him on the floor, tucking her skirt-covered legs to the side and handing him a mug of earthy-sweet smelling tea.

“Thank you,” he says, the porcelain warm in his hands as he takes a sip. He recognizes the fuzzy heat of cinnamon, and catches the slight tease of mint, but otherwise cannot discern the comforting blend of flavors in the drink.

She smiles, berry-red lips quirked to the side, and a glow of pink meeting her cheeks.

“Of course,” she replies, taking a quick drink of her own. “It’s a recipe from my grandmother. She used to make it for me when I got bad headaches. But now I find myself making it almost everyday, the espresso machine in the cafe is just a killer.”

In Sun’s case, he would either take a fistful of ibuprofen or do nothing at all to combat the growing tension headaches from staring at the computer screen in the arcade office. Not to mention the absolute walking migraines to-be that were entitled parents and their snot-nosed children, those were a pharmacy’s worth each in pain-killers. He wasn’t necessarily the biggest believer in holistic approaches, but admired the fortune teller’s ritual of familiar comfort to ease her suffering. He’s seen her medicine cabinet before, entirely for innocent reasons, when he had been entrusted with looking after her cat, Juno, when she had to take a weekend to visit her grandmother. No cats allowed at the hospital, so Sun and Moon had been given the key to her apartment with a hastily written list of instructions and a profound amount of ‘thank you’s, and while caring for the cuddly calico, he came across several prescription bottles, all with Cassandra’s name and birthday, each containing different ingredients to an antidepressant cocktail. Not every issue can be solved with rose petals and valerian root, it seems.

“Everything has a meaning, you know,” she says, clearing her throat gently. “The objects, I mean.” She picks up the glass evil eye stone he had been looking at earlier. “Like this…I found it buried in my grandmother’s garden when I was little. She told me she had lost it from a pendant years before, and that was when she started teaching me about this kind of stuff. So for me…I don’t know, it’s like a first stepping stone on a new path in life. And, this, this sheep’s knuckle-“ she notices how Sun minutely flinches at the tiny bone pinched between her fingers- “is from Merlin. He once paid for a coffee with a handful of these. I was kind of annoyed at first, but more than anything, I was intrigued. I know he’s…a bit odd, but who am I to judge? So, I see this as a key of some sort. Grotesque, perhaps at first glance, but it pulled me in. It’s like an obstacle that becomes a guide.” Cassandra looks over at Sun, sipping his tea and rummaging through the mess of trinkets and bobbles, and she flushes. Having someone going through her own collection of talismans and sigils felt a bit too soul-bearing. “Anyways…you are more curious about the cards, yes?”

“Yes, yes, the cards!” Sun nods vehemently, his frazzled unkempt curls bouncing along with the tiny jingle of his multiple earrings from the motion. “I do enjoy your, how do I say this, uh, showmanship when you’ve done readings for myself and Moon. But I must admit, you, or I suppose, the cards have me hooked.” He makes an excited reach for the stack of cards, calloused fingertips brushing over the time-worn gold filigree on the card backs. “So! Where do we begin?”

“Hang on, hang on!” Cassandra interrupts, laying her own hand on top of his currently trying to seize the tarot deck. A rush of warmth kisses his face, and he eyes the mystical girl beside him, brows knitted together. “Firstly, my overzealous student, you must promise to hold the way of the cards to the highest degree of respect.”

Sun stares at her incredulously, the serious look on her face nearly startling…until her lips draw upwards, the stifled sound of her laughter breaking forth. Immediately, Sun sits up straight, much to the protest of his tortured spine, and places a large palm over his heart.

“I swear to it, my..uhm…teacher?”

“High priestess works as well.”

“Oh, yes, silly me!” He corrects himself with an exaggerated gasp. “My high priestess, I swear to hold the secrets and covenants of the cards to the highest respect, I swear it on my heart.”

“And-“

“There’s more?”

“Yes, hush now! And you must promise to only use the gift of sight for good, lest your harms return tenfold.“

There’s a flicker of aura, a dark miasma that floats around Sun’s chest at the word harm. It crosses Cassandra’s vision for only a second, the inky cloud disappearing, melting back into the warm orange that surrounds her aptly nicknamed friend.

Ignore it, it’s fine, you are overreacting.

“Of course! You know little ol’ me, I couldn’t hurt a fly!”

A real smile returns with a roll of her eyes.

“Oh please, I’ve seen the locker full of insecticides at the arcade.”

“It would be a health code violation to not keep that place spick and span! Not to mention how much children hate hate hate creepy crawlies! And- and, if they don’t hate them, you know how little ones are prone to putting anything in their mouths, no matter how disgusting-“

“Ew, ew, ew, okay, thanks for putting that image in my head.” Cassandra shakes her head, mouth twisted into a grimace, willing the gross imagery Sun had so eloquently described out of her thoughts. “You promise, though?”

”Yes, yes, I promise I will not use what you teach me for anything morally reprehensible,” he says with a blithe wave of his hand. “Though, I’m not sure you could teach me something bad. You are good as gumdrops, I’m afraid.”

“Flattery will get you nowhere,” she says, pointing a perfectly manicured finger at him with a smirk.

“Except of course for those two- no, three free coffees I’ve managed to charm out of you! I must say, they are much sweeter knowing I’ve brought a smile to your face.”

“I was smiling because I had never seen you and Moon so fucking tired before, and I was trying not to laugh. And that so-called charm? I’d say it was…endearing at most.”

It was endearing, truly. Sun and Moon had quite literally stumbled into the cafe last week, looking like a pair of gangly fools who had gone out on a night-long bender for the exhaustion that clouded around them. They didn’t exactly strike Cassandra as the types to go party and get shit-faced so horribly they couldn’t walk the next day, but they’ve managed to surprise her in the past so she tried not to presumptively judge them based on previous notions. Maybe they did enjoy staying up till odd hours letting loose and indulging in some risky behavior on occasion.

“Shall we resume the lesson on dark arts, or should we keep talking about how endearing I am? I don’t mind either way-“

“Let us leave behind your silly little conversation,” she says, swiftly cutting him off, “and let us begin.” Picking up the deck of tarot cards, Cassandra begins shuffling them with a practiced ease. “To start, let’s get you in tune with the deck. When gifted a set of cards, it’s good practice to align yourself with it.” With a flourish, she pulls a card from the middle of the deck. The High Priestess. “Usually, I will take time before every draw of cards to settle into the energy I’m seeking, the guidance I’m looking for, to connect with the cards.”

Shuffling her signature card back into the deck with a Sybil cut before bestowing the stack into Sun’s hands.

“So…what do I do exactly?” He fumbles with the cards, not as graceful with the deck, a nervous laugh escaping him. “Um, hello cards, I wish to know your ways…?”

She stifles her laughter, patting him gently on his shoulder.

“No need to speak directly to them, silly. Just…try to feel open to letting in the universe.” He situates himself with a nod, taking a deep breath, letting his fingers trace over the cards in his hands. He exhales, eyes closed, the air leaving his chest lighter. “Do you have a specific question in mind?” He daren’t open his eyes, feeling the soft warmth of her body just a moment’s distance away. He shakes a ‘no.’ “That’s okay, you can just let the cards get to know you.”

With a tremor in his hand, Sun pulls his first card.

The Five of Cups. Regret. Pain. Isolation.

Sun looks at the card, the sudden silence in Cassandra’s apartment becoming all too apparent now that the cassette in the stereo had run to the end of its tape. He watches her unmoving stare at the card before them, seemingly fixated on the detailed image.

”What does this one mean for me? Do I, uhm, need to drink more water?”

Cassandra remains quiet for a few moments, the tangle of thoughts in her mind growing as she tries to avoid falling down a deep dark hole of worry.

“Well…maybe you hold some regrets from your past. Some that lead to a great deal of pain and suffering, and you haven't fully healed from it all yet. And perhaps that pain has left you a bit lonesome?”

Sun just hums in response, inwardly amazed that she could pull all of that about him from a single card with cups on it.

He pulls the second card.

The Chariot. Victory. Action. Vengeance.

The tangle twists itself, memories of the dark clouds that floated around family photos when she was a little girl. An unending pit grows wider, feet slipping at the edge. Shattered glass and screaming matches, the sound of a car whipping away at high speed, the heated stare of decisiveness, the unwillingness to back down again.

“You are taking charge of your situation, determined to rise above the wrongs of the world.”

The Knight of Swords. Impulse. Change. Passion.

It’s there again. The crumpled old letter her grandmother had given her at the hospital. The family secrets that should have stayed buried away in the belladonna patch in the garden. The bones in the box. The heavy blue pulsing with inky black energy, the blood dripping down her face. The chasm has swallowed her whole, the pounding of blood through her veins echoing off the walls in her head.

Cassandra.

A light. Warm and soft and smelling vaguely of lemon Clorox.

Cassandra.

It’s Sunday. She’s in her living room. She’s on the floor. Juno is sitting over in her window perch. Sun is in front of her, large hands planted firmly on her slender shoulders. She is here. This is now.

“Cassandra?!”

She blinks again, the fuzzy energy fading away. Sun stares at her, eyes wide, the crease between his brows deepened with concern.

”Sorry, I’m sorry. I don’t- I’m okay.”

Liar.

“Are- are you sure? You looked like you were going to fall over there, can’t have you getting a concussion, no, no, that would be no good.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m good.” She takes a sip of her tea. It’s gone cold.

The three cards remain face up, and she tries so so hard to not let the claws of doubt sink in. You’re reading too deep.

Sun clears his throat, breaking the silence.

“So…I’m a tortured soul desperate to make the world a better place?”

They meet each other’s gaze. The ringing in her ears vanishes and her heart finally calms against its cage. You are safe. He is safe.

”Something like that, I suppose.”

[miiilowo]

i found a SECOND pink sheep outside my mc base but a creeper esploded it :( literally so fucked up

[doiliedaze]

Apple of my Eye: part one

Butch Farm hand! Abby x Farmer! reader

Warnings: none in this part, however this series will have mentions and discussion of SA so if that makes you uncomfortable please don’t read

Genre: fluff, subtle foreshadowing of angst

A/N: Like I’ve stated in the warning this story will contain mentions and discussions of SA that the reader experienced and how it has effected her life so if that makes you uncomfortable or triggers you please don’t read. I make up my stories bit by bit so as of right now there shouldn’t be any other warnings. Both reader and Abby are southern. I’ve never written someone as butch so please be nice as I want this to reflect a femme4butch relationship (because I desperately want it). I hope you all can enjoy.

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The sun stretches into the room as the curtains lay still. The breeze outside wispy and sharp, pushing summer leaves in its wake. Pumpkin my cat mewls at me as she stretches. Her orange fur soft and short.

“Good morning” I say as I nuzzle into her fur. Pumpkin has been my closet companion since I left Atlanta. We found each other when we both needed it most. She was so small then, scared too. Pumpkin thought the whole world was out to get her and so did I.

Texas was our do-over in more ways than one. This land isn’t new to me and I’m not new to it but owning it is. This property was my grandpas, my pops and now mine. He was over running it and sprung it on me. My momma said, “opportunities don’t knock twice so decide if your door needs to open.” I know it’s mumbo jumbo but she has her point, this all fell in my lap when I needed it who’s to say I’d get a chance at solitude again. Speaking of solitude who’s taking me out of mine?

I haven’t even had a chance to take my bonnet off yet or change into some decent clothes before there was a rapping on my front door. Hurriedly I reach for my pink robe and shot gun. Peeping through the window I got a glimpse of a very tired looking woman.

She’s like nothing I’ve ever seen before. Her hair was long, braided back. The golden locks compliment her pale skin. “Who are you?” I say through the door. “The farm hand your father hired.” The drawl on her voice damn near made me melt and place the gun to the side.

I open the door but don’t take off the chains, “you gonna let me in little missy?”

“Yes sorry!” I take off the chains and fully open the door.

My pops mentioned that he was gonna hire a farm hand till I was more comfortable on the farm by myself but he never mentioned how beautiful she was gonna be!

“Abigail Anderson ma’am, but you can call me Abby.” She says softly like she’s afraid to raise her voice. “Hello Abby…well you know who I am so let’s sort out house rules I supposed.”

House rules:

Always knock

Be mindful of the other

Feed Pumpkin if you see her bowl is empty at 8 am and/or 8 pm

These three rules have kept us at bay for the last three months. I love new people truly just not when I find them attractive, so I haven’t given myself a chance to know her and been quite the cold roommate. Our farm is quite expansive. We home cows, sheeps, goats and horses. However we don’t sell them so we are a dairy farm!

Abby has a liking to the cows. I often catch her feeding them honeydew or reading to them, even falling asleep in the fields. It was one of those days.

I feel my heart thump as I approach her sleeping figure. Her hat tilted over her face, her button nose peeking out. Hair spilling from a loose ponytail. Her shirt open showing off her toned chest and wife pleasure. Boots thrown to the side I assume so she could be more comfortable.

“Hey roomie” she says slow and quiet. “Sorry!” I say realizing I was staring. “Y’know you’ve probably said two words to me and I think both have been sorry.” She chuckles.

“I’m sorry.” I whisper

“What for?” Clearing her throat as she fixes her hat, “do you even know what your sorry for mhm?”

“Sorry for saying sorry.”

The only sound after that was the winding breaking our tension. Until she pat the spot next to her. Nervously I sat down.

“Why don’t you like me? Have I offended you or-”

“Please stop I don’t dislike you and I’m sorry to cut you off but I truly don’t dislike you I’m just nervous. Not just with you I mean with people. Like have you seen me bring a friend up here? Nope! Well I cut mine off but that’s neither here nor there, I feel like I’m sharing too much now so to make sure I answered your question I don’t dislike you, you make me nervous but people make me nervous.” I can feel heat settle into my cheeks and embarrassment weigh on me. I hate when I start to just ramble I probably sound so stupid to her…

Her blue eyes study my dark brown ones before saying “I get anxious too.”

I nod, wanting this moment to end. I meant it when I said I cut my friends off. I couldn’t handle people especially in a bustling city anymore.

“How about we finish our chores and have dinner on the porch and talk?” She said moving her face into my wandering gaze.

“Sorry I mean yes we can…sorry for-” her squeezing my hand was enough to shut me up.

The day seemed to fly by even when we cooked together. We sat on the porch swing, facing the moonlight. For comfort I wrap myself in the fuzzy knitted blanket my grandma made for me when I was a little girl. I wonder if she’s brought anything like that with her?

“Abigail…Abby may I go first?” I clear my voice as I speak and twiddle with my fork. She gives me a silent yes with that damned gaze of hers.

“Where did you live before you lived here?” Her freckled hand slightly tightened around her fork but she kept a calm expression. “Seattle, Washington…it was beautiful especially when it rained. Which was always so I guess it was always beautiful. The rains actually not as bad as everyone thinks. It’s like a constant drizzle.”

I take leisure sips and bites as I listen. Her eyes lighting up as she tells me a bit about what she’d do over especially with her big friend group.

“So how are you adjusting here then? Seattle is different from Texas.”

“I was born here I just moved up there for personal reasons for a while is all.” I nod sensing a weight to what she was trying not to say.

“So why are you taking over the farm? Your father mentioned you use to live in Atlanta most people wouldn’t make that switch.”

I laugh lightly…my dad would gossip about me to a stranger.

“Well my dad was ready to just say fuck it and let the farm get bought out but I couldn’t let that happen. My sister lives in Chicago and she is married with children so she wouldn’t shift her life understandably so. I was ready to change…I always am so I took it. I mean I helped when I was a little girl and it’s been mostly the same!”

I rocked myself a bit faster on the porch swing and she matched my tempo.

“I am not a cat person.” She says trying to break the silence I think I created. “Do you hate Pumpkin?” I gasp causing her to snort a little and shake her head.

“Never been much of a cat person. Use to have dog named Alice.”

“Do you miss her?”

“Everyday…” she says looking at me a little.

I scoot a little closer, “we can get a dog. Not to replace her or anything but I’d like you to be as comfortable as possible so if you want a dog we can get a dog.”

“You don’t think it’ll be too much?” She turns to me, “we are on a farm I think a dog is fitting.” I laugh.

The rest of the night was filled with laughter and conversation I only remembered having. I forgot how nice it was to talk to someone. Abby is a total enigma; she is sweet and inviting but she’s also closed off. I guess we’re similar in that way.

We wrapped ourselves into the blanket until sunrise, me falling asleep first. I could tell she was watching over me. She’s so warm, and smells like cider. Her musk lulling me to sleep almost as quickly as her voice is.

She’s caught my eye and I’ve caught hers let’s see who’ll make the first move.

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A/N: im quite nervous about how you guys will like this one but I hope you guys will like it because it’s near and dead to my heart. I’m tryna write a slow burn and I hope it’s working lol. I want to start a tag list so comment if you want to be on it!! I’m in love the idea of butch Abby so I can’t wait to really write out her character and I am inspired by @bambiesfics so I’ll be making a moodboard for certain fics and I definitely am making one for this one!!

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