#I think pip loves plants

[beetroota]

Man I’ve been on a roll these few weeks, I’ve been able to make so many comics, WOOO art block can’t get to me now!

[allsassnoclass]

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hello dear anon! i'm a little late getting to this, but ask and ye shall recieve!

send me a 🧠 for a long ramble about something i’m obsessed with lately

i am going to be honest with you! part of why this is so late is because i have no clue what i'm obsessed with lately! i've been pretty busy with my additional job at the haunted house, but i already rambled about my character there here. i guess i'm obsessed with the overall lore of the house, but i'm mostly obsessed with the way that no one knows it???? like. they never gave us a written out version despite multiple people asking and we have a lot of actors who joined late and never got a proper tour, so most of the cast doesn't know the full lore! which is not great honestly! so i'm typing it up and going to throw a link to the google doc in the work discord. also though i'm obsessed with the way that the character actors have been adding to and expanding on the lore. for example, i learned that my character has a girlfriend, because the actor who has been playing the friend searching for me has been telling patrons that they're girlfriends lol. canon gays at the haunted house!

send me a 🧠 for a long ramble about something i’m obsessed with lately

ahhhh i'm obsessed with very devoted character dynamics where one character is willing to do absolutely terrible things so that the other one doesn't have to! i just think it's very spicy. devotion to the point where you are willing to corrupt yourself so that the other person doesn't have to! i have some original stories that are in the very very early works and i'm considering switching one character dynamic slightly so that i could pull of something like that, but i think for plot reasons i would need to add a different character instead. idk man, i haven't had time to think about any of my own stories in a long long long time, but that's a type of dynamic that is very fascinating to me lately.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 29 - Obvious

@rosekillermicrofic September 29, word count 723

Previous part First Jegulus part

Barty could hardly contain his excitement. He’d raced inside the house. He planted a huge smacking kiss on Effie’s face and spun her around the room. 

“I fucking love you,” He declared. 

“Oh, great, I’ve lost him again,” Evan snickered as he and the others entered, Remus finally having caught up with his death-wish boyfriend. Barty dropped Effie and grinned at Evan. 

“She gave me her van, I am eternally hers,” Barty said solemnly, taking Effie’s hand and kissing the back of it as he bowed low to her. 

“Oh, that's a brilliant idea, Mum,” James agreed, hearing what Barty had said as he came through the door, walking over and kissing her on the cheek before getting grabbed into a hug by Monty. 

“Wow, really?” Evan asked, shocked. 

“I’m not using it, and Barty needs one. That’s what family is for, darling,” Effie cooed, pinching Barty’s cheek affectionately. He blushed furiously. 

“Damn, strays,” Sirius joked as he wrapped an arm around Barty and Evan. “Welcome to the family. There is no escape,” He said as Barty and Evans shocked faces.

“Am I included in this?” Pandora asked from behind Regulus. 

“Of course,” Monty pipped up, “I always wanted a daughter,” He wrapped a gentle arm around Pandora and slipped her a fiver. She stared at it, confused. “That’s what parents do when their kids visit,” He whispered loudly to her. Understanding dawned on her face as she slipped the money into her bag. 

“Thank you,” She laughed her sweet tinkling laugh. 

“Anytime, sweetheart,” Monty let her go and excused himself to go check on the dinner. 

***

Barty was in a good mood for the entire evening, and it showed. Effie had helped him put the van into his name, which meant he could drive it home and not have to worry about getting back into Sirius’s side car. 

He flirted with everyone at the table and did everything he could think of to make Effie smile, though it didn’t take much as she had an almost permanent smile on her face. But as the evening went on, they all began yawing, started by Pandora, who’d snuggled up to Regulus and had her head in his lap as she slept. Barty looked around and found it so hard to believe that on just a few short weeks he’d found all these people. James Potter had a lot to answer for. He felt a rush of love for the people gathered, even Sirius. He glanced at Evan and gently stroked a finger across the back of his hand. He leant in, his lips brushing against Evan’s ear.

“Wanna get out of here?” He asked in a sultry tone. Evan’s pupils darkened, and he nodded, kissing Barty chastely before standing. 

“Well, thank you for a wonderful evening, but I think it’s time we headed out,” Evan said, his eyes flickering to Barty repeatedly. 

“Gods, be less obvious,” Sirius cackled, throwing a cushion at the pair. Barty stuck his tongue out at his sort of friend and made a show of thanking Effie and Monty again for their kindness and promising to come again soon. 

Goodbyes done, Barty basically dragged Evan out to the van. He unlocked it and hopped inside. It smelt amazing. Effie had left a vanilla air freshener in it, and the light scent was calming. He ran his hands over the leather-wrapped steering wheel and started her up. 

She purred happily as she idled. Barty closed his eyes trying to contain his happiness before he carefully pulled the van out of the garage, beeping the horn as he drove out of the driveway and onto the road. She was perfect as so light to drive. His old van had fought him at every turn, but this one slid around them with no bother. He knew the grin on his face must look ridiculous, but he was so damn happy.

He pulled the van into his parking space at their flat and turned the engine off. He stroked his hands over the interior, mapping it in his mind. 

“Are you coming up, or do you want me to leave you two alone?” Evan smirked, his eyebrow arched. Barty laughed at the insinuation but double-checked he’d locked the van before following Evan up the stairs, only checking back over his shoulder once or twice.   

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[a-wonderful-danganronpa]

🎁 Happy holidays from A Wonderful Danganronpa! (12/25)

[NO SPOILERS]

🐰 USAMI:

"Bwuh? It’s Christmas again? Um, I mean, the Very Eternal Birthday of the Empress Ryoko Otonashi. Or was it the Birthday of the Very Eternal Empress Ryoko Otonashi…? I always try to make a calendar of these things…but then I forget where I put the calendar…and also I can’t write... Awawawa—wait! No time to mosey about thinking stormy thoughts! The students need their presents…! Pip pip cheerio…!"

Looks like the Monastery's celebrating the winter holidays. Click under the cut to see how each character responds to their gift...

📖 SUZURAN DUSTCRAWL:

“GUH! Nope, don’t want it. Don’t need it. Put it in the incinerator. Drop it off a cliff. Hold a funeral for it and invite everyone you know. This box has something in there. Something foul and evil and classified as an infectious disease— Oh…it’s from Usami. That’s…better? … …this will be nice when it gets warmer out. The coat I’m wearing right now—you know…the monks, Usami, they’ve told me that I patched and sewed a lot of it myself, but they’re just making fun of me. I know they’re just making fun of me. I can’t hold anything in my skull, but I’d remember if I had that kind of skill—and everyone always has to make fun of me. This place is a frigging circus and I’m the star of the freak show. All spotlights on Suzuran…flash on, flash off…tomatoes tossed in my general direction. Booooooo. … …this sure is a nice sweater, though.”

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🚦 SENJU THE EXCELLENT: 

“Ohohohoho! So it appears heaven once again claims me as their chosen one! Behold: tribute! Behold: mistletoe above, spontaneously sprung, that sweet plant of summertime births! Who might I find underneath? You must think I’m the sort who feeds from the bottom of the river…that just anyone will do. And indeed, I am a privilege…but she is also a privilege. I have my hopes my beloved will wander this way…I have had my hopes all my life.”

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🕰️ SIX SHINODA:

“Oh, fuck a mother. She’s coming this way with a box. Yes, yes, thank you, Headmaster…goddamn it. I appreciate the thought. Hmm. It’s…good, actually. No—I really do appreciate the thought. I grew up with so many siblings that as we all got older, people opted to simply give my parents wine as a gift…which ended up with we thirteen children, generally. But wine is just a crutch. It’s all just a crutch, alcohol. Give me cigarettes any day. Or failing that…anyway: I would like to enjoy my alone time smoking in the future, if at all possible.”

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🩸 WISTERIA ITO:

“<hic> Lovely, lovely Usami. Saw you hitting up sweet Six over there. Her face looked sour, but it’s always looked that way: she’s…<hic> gorgeously cruel. Oh, I miss it. Oh, I’m positively shiiiivering at the memory. <hic> Or I’m faltering on these legs that have carried me so far. This could be my very last night, you know. But if my luck continues, I am so sorry for the fact I am about to vomit directly on your feet. … This frog, by the way…<hic> There are no laws surrounding its experimental use, did you know? Not that I think the Empress’s influence carries very far up here. Mmhmhm…yes, there is a lot I can do with this little man.”

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🌕 YUWA GLADIA:

“Thy generosity honors me, Headmaster! Ah, when the snow falls in such a way, I am reminded of mine own home village in the mountains, and a verse so ancient: The woods are lovely, dark and deep,/But I have promises to keep,/And miles to go before I sleep… Ah? Nay, ‘tis not a poem of mine, but inspiration tonight clutcheth my soul. Mayhaps this is the year I shall finish an epic about the old Hope’s Peak Academy. … Er—I should not speak on it, but—indeed, Kaname dwelleth in the vents tonight.”

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🦈 KANAME YOSHIDA:

“THE TAG SAYS—KANAME YOSHIDA. YES—YOU SPELLED IT RIGHT. I’M JUST STILL GETTING USED TO THAT. THE NAME. I’VE NEVER HAD MUCH USE FOR—KANAME YOSHIDA. OR FOR GIFTS. I KNOW IT’S THE EMPRESS’S BIRTHDAY—BUT THIS ISN’T A PROPOSITION—IS IT? I HOPE THAT DOESN’T SOUND TOO RUDE. … I HAVE TO ASK THAT I’M NOT GIVEN ANY MORE GIFTS. OH—IT’S—UM—LOVELY. IT COULD HELP ME FIND LEADS—THEORETICALLY. NEWS SHOWS. BUT WE—ALL THE KANAME YOSHIDAS OF THE WORLD—OWN NOTHING. WE ARE OWNED. IF THAT MAKES SENSE. I HOPE THAT DOESN’T SOUND TOO RUDE. … YES—I HAVE BEEN SLEEPING IN THE VENTS. THEY’RE WARM AT THIS TIME OF YEAR.”

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🍯 HACHIHEI ROUSEI:

“Let me help you, Headmaster. No, let me help you. Let me help. I am here to serve. That’s as Saint Tojo once said—but you know that. It’s illogical for you to deliver these all yourself on the day of our glorious Empress—you are positively and perfectly packed with presents, I must say! But I admire your persistence. You are one who makes the impossible possible, to paraphrase Momota the Luminary—you, a positively possible professor, perfectly packed with presents…so let me help you. This one is for me? I never did learn the kanji for my name, so…oh, it is for me. I’m…blessed that you would think me so worthy of a sliver of history like this. It’s practically an heirloom—I am worthy? I guess you’re right. Right and righteous in all regards and rational, too. Yes—I really do think you’re right.  Now let me help you!”

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✈️ FUBU FUSELAGE:

“A bear? A bear? Abearabearallcoveredinhair? For me? For little old me personally? Yahoo! Yippee! Wahoo! Hellyeahhooyeahbooyahetcetera! Buuuuuuuuuuut—Headmaster, Headmaster, Headmaster, I don’t think it’s going to help me sleep. I don’t need the gremlins to tell me that, nope nope notatall nope. I can go a long time without sleeping. Days weeks months. Years? I haven’t slept in four days. Too excited for the Empress’s birthday! ToofreakingSTOOOOOOOOOOOOOKED!!!”

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🏍️ REIKA BOULEVARD:

“Um… … … …yes, this is…um, this is adequate. I know you can’t afford much as a Headmaster God and all, so, um… …I do think sometimes…that I could build a better rocket, you know. The vibrations in quartz…you could harness it for, um, anything. But, um…I really have no interest…unless my wife does. Um… Tonight I’m finding a wife…I’ve put up mistletoe everywhere, like the Book says to do. Please don’t take it down…you slut.”

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🌀 HIKARI SEKI:

“Nyuhuhuhuh! And here I thought you were a goshin’ Neanderthal like the rest of these farm animals. Turns out you understand the civilized things in life, don’t you, Headmaster? I guess you’d have to if you wanted to keep a place like this running. I can’t even imagine the kinds of troglodytes you have mucking up such a holy hall. Barbaric! Tell you what: let’s go bird-watching when the weather warms up. Then I can decide if you’re a real AI with a brain like a human’s or just a robo-monkey. Nyuhuhuhuh!”

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🎸 MELVILLE POINTE:

“No one ever has to do anything like this for me, yeah? It’s unnecessary for gifts to arrive on my doorstep, yeah? Is it understood that this ukulele is too much? Is it understood that I’m just a guy? Headmaster. This is way too much for just a guy, yeah? If it’s important to keep it, I’ll keep it, right? I’ll make good use of it. But the gifts, is it possible to stop with them? Is it possible for me to have peace on this night? Or at all? But nevermind. Do you hear me when I say nevermind?”

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💥 TEISUKE NAGAMORI:

“Now this is what I’m talkin’ about, Headmiss. I gotta keep everyone on watch. Not that I don’t trust y’all’s healers and the like, but I know some old cures that you ain’t ever heard of, ‘cause they’re in no book. Cures against…the unnatural. Like anything that Ito girlie could do to you. Eugh. Headmiss, what’re y’all doing that you’re letting witches into a place like this? She might be at half-power but they’re most dangerous when they’re in their death throes. I ain’t wish no harm on her but if she steps outta line…trust me, I know what they can do. You tell me if you think you got a fever...or, unrelated, if you need a fireworks show for the festivities.”

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🧚 IZUMO OHIGATA:

“Hell fucking yessssss~ 🎶 It’s mother fucking fuuuuudge~ 🎶 But I can’t eat it right this moment, or I’ll spoil my appetite. There is gonna be a cake later, right? Oooh, I can feel that tonight’s gonna be a real one. I can feeeeeeeeel it~ 🎶 Protagonists like me have that sense. Call it…main character syndrome. Something real important is gonna happen. Oh, like maybe someone will die, and all their insides will spill out, and I’ll have to sew them back in with their own foot tendons. Shit, I’m hungry for cake just thinking about it. When’s the cake come out pleaaaaaaaaaase~? 🎶”

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♟️ MASATO NOBORU:

“Hah! Yes! Splendid! Headmaster, I shall have to pick your most brilliant godly brain. When I graduate from here, I’ll be starting a school of my own. Not to compete, mind you, heavens no. To teach others what I know of chess! How wonderful! I’ll use this to organize my thoughts and notes. Oh, and this reminds me of my days in Novoselic amongst the Makongo farmers. Such wild and spectacular customs they had, including roasting its genitalia on a—hah, but to understand that story you must hear of the time I spent in the slums of Towa City, dueling ne’er-do-wells in bars. Each day was a struggle for survival with only my ivory pieces and—hah, but the details you need to know about that come from my month in the Arctic, the dangers of which I somehow escaped. With all extremities intact, believe it or not, and a chess board made of scrimshaw to boot. Hah, now I remember, I meant to ask you if you’ve ever heard of Ludenberg Castle, since its original owner, I believe, attended the Monastery long ago—I shall have to ask the young librarian if there are any writings here about her. But this notebook—yes, I have the perfect pen to use in it, too. A most splendid pen! A divine pen! I must show it to you sometime, Headmaster. There are legends surrounding this pen, which my partner’s ancestors had stolen from a temple dedicated to the Saints, and which had been passed down through the ages to him—many say it is a haunted pen, but I do believe it is simply old—and how it smells of stink bug. But it never runs out of ink! Hah, oh, if only he could see me now—my partner. I wonder what he would think. When we traversed the seas on his one-man cruise ship—which he had named for me, the lad—he used to tell me…”

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🏹 YAEKO TOGAMI:

“Well, now, a fine salutationing to you too, Headmaster. Gotta say, I don’t really need anything for the holidays on account of my most extensive adundunce—abund—abundunce? But I’m never one to turn down a fishing rod…especially since no one wanted to come to my pre-party hunting trip. There’s bears and beasties and all kinds of craters—creamers—yeah, craters, up here in the mountains. Creatures. Craters. Crumbles.  Say, you know, next year if you really wanna get me something, you should get me the gift of you, y’know? Run around a little and let me put some arrows in your noggin? I’ll even have ‘em made costume out of pink gold so they’ll match your rosy red cheeks. Custom, yeah, that’s what I meant. And it’s not like I’ll let you suffer! I’ll have the Togami Conglomerate pay for a new divine body right after, so long as you let me chop off your head. It’d look splendiferous above my mettle. Mantle. It’s mettle, right? Anyway, then everyone’s bound to respect me…”

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⚛️ VERITAS YOBIYAMA:

“What? Headmaster, these are my favorite flavor. How’d you know these are my fave…? You asked? I don’t remember you asking. I DON’T remember you ASKING. Don’t you LIE to me. DON’T YOU LIE TO ME, HEADMASTER!!!!! I’m perfectly calm. I wasn’t raising my voice. Only liars raise their voice and Veritas Yobiyama is no liar. I would NEVER lie. I would NEVER LIE! I WOULD NEVER LIE TO YOU, HEADMASTER! WHAT’S YOUR PROBLEM? HUH? WHAT’S YOUR PROBLEM????????? Serenity now. Serenity now. Say, I should get you something in return. It’s only fair, man. I don’t want this to be a one-way street. That’s dishonest. That’s DISHONEST serenity now. Unless…you’re trying to start a competition with me. Seeing who can give the most gifts. To each other. To others. Is that what this is about? IS THAT what this is ABOUT? Because Veritas Yobiyama can GO, Headmaster! I CAN GO!!! WE CAN GO RIGHT FUCKING NOW, HEADMASTER!!!”

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⚪⚫ ???:

“Aww, shucks. No one ever invites me to their parties…especially not my beloved big sister, Usami. Womp womp. Well, nothin’ to be done about it. Not like I can get out from under here myself, after all. But as that old veggie group once said: I got a feeling~ 🎶 And I got a feeling…that I’ll be out of here quite soon indeed. Puhuhuhu…puhuhuhu.  Tonight’s gonna be a good night, ‘cuz I’m going back to sleep. For now. See you laaaater…”

[snowblossomreads]

Day 8 - Never Ending Consequences

Pairings: David Friedman x Detective Reader

Summary: In where David and Y/N visit her sister and discuss their relationship.

Tag(s)/Warning(s): mentions of death, slight angst, but turns into fluff

A/N: And we are back with Dave!! Him and Sinclair have been being spoiled this year! (Can you tell they are my babies) Anyways please enjoy this little piece : D!

"Hey sis it's me again. I know I promised I wouldn't show up until I told my handsome partner how much I liked him and well..." 

Pulling the man closer to her side, she looked up at him, a bright smile on her face that was more than enough to light up the cloudy New Orleans' sky. And more than enough to have him smile back at her.

Maybe not as bright as hers but, just as sincere and with all the love he had for her.

"Well here he is!" She announced turning back to address her sister. "He's a bit older- Ow! Hey I'm just saying! You are older than me."

He had elbowed her in her side, gently of course, but still, she couldn't help but stick her tongue out at him. Before continuing what she was saying. 

"But yeah I did it and well it worked out! He's super sweet even if he looks grumpy and he's also a man of intellect unlike most of the guys I work with. Mmm wanna say something Dave?" [Y/n] asked, or more like stated as she stepped back allowing him to have the spotlight.

"Uhm, um  yeah sure I guess…" he started, his voice wavering as it was a bit nerve wracking to do this. What was he even supposed to say really?  "Well hey there, I'm David Friedman, but Dave's fine as well…[Y/n]'s told me a lot 'bout you. How much she loves you and all that, so just wanted to come by, say hello and all that. Make sure you know I'll keep her out of trouble as much as I can."

A sarcastic, 'hah' left the woman's lips and David playfully rolled his eyes at her though a small smirk appeared on his face.

"You keeping me out of trouble Detective? I think it's the other way around ain't it?" 

"Don't start telling no lies in front of your sister and everybody else 'round here, [Y/n] I ain't tryna be struck down because you don't want her to know how much of a brat you are sometimes."

Letting out a nervous giggle, her grip on Dave's arm tightened just as she leaned against his side, her head laying on his shoulder as she looked down at the grey marble gravestone that had her sister's name etched across it.

Beloved daughter, and older sister.

It was the heading on the stone. One that rang true as [Y/n] truly did love her big sister. No matter what she had done, no matter how much it had hurt their family, she would always love her big sister.

"You see why I like him." [Y/n] murmured as she felt an arm wrap around her waist. "So gruff yet, he really is a big teddy bear. Well towards me," she added, as Dave leaned down and planted a chaste kiss on top of her head, a shiver of contentment trailed down her spine when he did that. "Takes real good care of me at work and all even though I sure do make him worry."

David nodded in agreement before giving his two cents. "She sure does, was she always running into danger when she was a kid because she sure does do it often?" He pipped in causing her to swat at him only to miss and cause him to chuckle.

It was her turn to roll her eyes at him.

"See you guys would have loved each other. Both probably sass each other off and then tell me to kick rocks if I tried to get you to stop."

She could feel his chest vibrate with a chuckle when she said that, and the amount of comfort it brought her was something she never truly felt until she was with him. It was nice, and very much needed as she stared at the gravestone. 

A wave of different emotions swirled in her as her grip on David tightened, as if she was trying to stay moored to where she was and he was the only one who could anchor her down.

"I'd never tell you to kick rocks doll. Maybe some of the boys in the force but not my [Y/n]."

His [Y/n], yes she liked that, being his. 

"I sure hope not!" She chirped in response before she continued to speak to her sister.

 The conversation was mainly her talking about things that happened in the past months. Along with one case that she had gone undercover for that had made David very antsy.

He made sure to point several times that he hadn't liked that idea, but that their parents had raised a very stubborn daughter. She could only beam at that. What could she say, what was life if you weren't stubborn enough to go for what you want?

They continued chattering with each other for a while, right until a drop of water splashed on [Y/n]'s nose, causing them to look up at the sky which had become darker by the minute.

"Well it looks like that's our sign to get going doll," David pointed out as he let go of her to dig out his car keys from his pocket. "Don't wanna get caught in no rain and slip around on the road."

"No we sure don't, I don't need any more broken bones from you mister," she pointed out before dramatically whipping around to the gravestone, cupping the side of her face like she was telling a secret and saying loudly, "yeah I forgot to tell you he's a shit driver and 'bout killed us one time. But It's okay because we lived."

"If you got that much of a problem with my drivin' I'll let you walk home if that sounds better to you." He threatened playfully, but they both knew he would never leave her out to dry. Well in this case to drown.

"Nope I'll take my chances with you," she answered, garnering a low grunt from David who stood behind her and patiently waited for her to finish up.

"Well sis, I'll come back and visit another day okay? And…," she paused to crouch down before kissing her hand and then touching the gravestone with it. "I love and miss you. But…I hope you're doing better wherever you are." 

Saying their last goodbyes to her sister, David and [Y/n] made the short walk back to the car, and not a moment too soon, as the rain began to steadily come down as soon as they closed the doors. The sound of rain hitting the car was drowned out by the engine turning over and coming alive as well as the radio turning on. 

It took only a few minutes of navigating, before they were exiting the cemetery, and back on the mostly empty highway roads

The drive was silent for the first few miles, before [Y/n] turned in her seat and looked at Dave who saw her from his peripheral.

He raised an eyebrow. "Hm?"

"I know you already told me to not thank you for coming, but…thank you Dave. It just…it never gets easy you know. Even after all these years…"

A small, yet sincere smiled appeared on this thin lips as he reached out to pat her thigh, giving it a reassuring squeeze as he spoke,

"I know, darlin' I know, it's just that grief is one of them never ending consequences when you lose someone you love. Sometimes you forget it's there, and sometimes it's the only thing that reminds you you're still alive even if it's suffocating. But that's the cost of loving folks."

Letting his words soak in, [Y/n] smiled before she leaned over the middle console, surprising him with a quick peck on the cheek. His stubble tickling her as she nuzzled her face against his before sitting back down in her seat.

"You know Dave, I still don't know why you didn't become a writer. You sure do know how to use your words in ways some folks could never dream off," [Y/n] pointed out as she watched the smile on his lips twitch with amusement.

"Maybe when I retire, doll. Ain't long now before that."

"Mhmm true, I can just imagine it, David Friedman, New York Times Best Seller," she said with awe as she waved her arm in front of her as if she was revealing something. "Well, if that's the case, can I go ahead and get an autograph before you get big?"

"Oh and where do you want it," he smirked, causing her to shriek in laughter as she felt her cheeks heat up.

"Dave!" She squealed gently smacking his thigh playfully at the innuendo.

"Heeey," he drawled feigning hurt yet that smile was still on his lips as he glanced over to [Y/n] who was still a bundle of giggles.

God did he love her. He wasn't very good at feelings even at his age, but the one feeling he did know he had for her and would probably always have was love. And after today's visit, it reminded him that it was important to let people know how you felt, because you never know when it'll be the last time.

So he did. 

"I love you [Y/n]." 

Listening to her giggles die down almost immediately at his profession of love for her, Dave glanced at her briefly and he saw the smile on her lips as she looked at him. He could feel her hand move to touch his thigh, squeezing it softly before she leaned over and laid her head on his shoulder for a moment.

Just long enough so that she could answer him with her own, 

"I love you too Dave."

[ohitsjae]

Dip and Pip as your dads

tags: Dan Howell, Phil Lester

summary: Dan and Phil as your parents as inspired by their TIT merch hat ...yes this is me coping with the fact that I desperately want all of their tour merch and so will absolutely be broke after I go to their January London show.....enjoy!

Dan:

You'd probably get told 'you have your dad's humour' a lot.

He'd be the one to go to your school if you were wrongly in trouble and argue for you. He's not lost yet and I'd pity any teacher that had to go up against him!

He'd be the parent to let you watch 18+films when you're 15 but only ones he's already seen.

Same with video games and letting you drink before your 18th birthday because 'if you're gonna do it anyway, I'd rather you do that at home with us so we know that you're safe'.

Definitely learns how to braid your hair if it's long enough.

He'd buy ice cream on your way home and tell you to keep it a secret from Phil (Phil does the same and you never tell either of them lmao)

Painting your nails together! You get to practice nail art on him and no matter if it turns out well or shit he wears it proudly regardless.

Goes with you when/if you get any piercings and helps you design any tattoos you want. You also constantly try and convince him to get more piercings and try and convince Phil to get his ears pierced - we've all seen punk edits he definitely suits it!

Phil:

He's always able to cheer you up, you're always laughing when you're with him and you too have hundreds of inside jokes.

He's always encouraging your creativity, ofc Dan does as well, but Phil is definitely the kind of dad to go with you to loads of arts and crafts (don't cry) workshops. You guys definitely go to a pottery workshop and (attempt) to make a golden pig - you also makes loads of plant pots because then you just *have* to get more plants.

He'd be the (semi-) responsible one who says no to things but it's never done unfairly and if there's a way to compromise he always finds it.

He's the one who goes to the school when/if you're actually in trouble but he would never let you be punished unfairly/too harshly and will argue with the teachers if he thinks you are being.

Will always offer to help you with any homework (unless it's maths, gays can't do maths) even if it's just proofreading uni assignments for you to make sure the grammar is okay.

He's the kind of dad who loves to pick you up from school, he's friends with all of your friends' parents. He also loves to host little get-togethers after school. He makes you all snacks and lets you play with your friends for the entire time.

You two go to the hairdressers together when you're both bleaching/dyeing your hair.

Always cheering your accomplishments no matter how small or big - whether it's your graduation or beating Dan at Mario Kart

Both:

Late-night baking with them - it normally turns out questionable at best but the three of you are laughing the entire time so it's fine even if slightly inedible (mug cakes, however, become your guys' speciality lmao). One of you definitely gets covered in flour at least once which causes the other two to fall to the floor laughing.

Game nights happen often - like at least 2/3 times a week you guys will sit down and play games whether that's board games, card games or video games it doesn't matter. The only rule you have is no monopoly after 5pm because you're all too competitive and it gets passive-aggressive very quickly (this is an actual rule in my house lmao).

You three also always have at least one TV show that you're all watching together, normally for when you're eating dinner or after a long day to unwind whilst spending time together.

You would have a running competition to get the best (read: most unflattering) screenshots from the ring doorbell camera of each other and the winner gets to choose where you're ordering takeout from that week.

Helping them both with videos - making any props they need or filming for them if they're filming something outside. You also help with editing sometimes or just making suggestions for sound effects/video ideas/thumbnails/etc. You refuse to get involved in the Dan vs Phil though because they're both very competitive and you're not getting in the middle of that lmao

---- Hope you enjoyed this!! 🦦

[fallout-fucker]

Random Sole x Hancock Headcanon - Emails.

Sole figures out how to get some sort of online connection up and running again purely so they can send emails to Hancock's terminal from their Pip-Boy whenever they're apart. Love sick idiots.

Cue Hancock blushing and kicking his feet whilst reading the emails. He invents the ;) emote. Sole, in turn, makes the ^-^ and :3 emotes.

They both invent selfies. Hancock's the first to send one when he realises he can send pictures. It's a fucking process but he barters for old parts here and there and gets help from Kent. Eventually he has a working camera for his terminal. The first selfie was him stood on his couch, high af and surrounded by an assortment of baked goods (Edibles) he made. The email said 'Look what I can do ;D'.

He regularly sends pictures of what he's baking or random selfies when he's high.

Sole then made a similar upgrade to their Pip-Boy the minute they could. They send him random pictures of cats and other creatures they see in their travels. Cool views or old, historic buildings and art they think he'd enjoy. A collection of Dogmeat being cute. They sent one of Danse falling over. They send him pictures of books they'll think he like. Usually literature, history, or STEM stuff. Sole also takes pictures with their shared friends and lets them email him too from their arm for a quick update.

They also show off their new builds and inventions. Gun mods, armour, ect.

They also share a 'Spotting Deacon In The Wild' collection. They have a running joke that every new disguise they spot is a 'Deacon Variant' or new Deacon 'Synth'. They add names for each 'character' and the email will say '[Insert Character Name] Deacon Unlocked!' Like, Butcher Deacon, or Diamond City Guard Deacon, etc.

On that note, they invent memes. Usually from pictures of other companions or each other.

Like when Nick was 'sleeping' one time (Wide eyed stare Synth style) and Sole sent a picture of him, captioned 'Me after the horrors'.

Or when Preston was stood looking out at the Sanctuary River after a long night. Coffee in his hand. His hat and one shoe missing. Expressionless as he stared at the sunrise.

Hancock replied 'Me fucking too, brother'.

Sole will update him on their whereabouts regularly so he stays sane.

Hancock will tell them about how Goodneighbour is doing. From Mayoral plans to general gossip. How Daisy is doing, how the local kids are, etc.

Sometimes Hancock sends the most cryptic chain spam looking things when he is stoned.

Sole can email him whenever they're nearby and plan on visiting.

Hancock sometimes requests items if he knows they’re on their way, but only if they happen to come across it or already have whatever it is.

Will email them questions that he doesn't actually mean for them to answer. Just questions to the void, really. He just uses them as an outlet for his thoughts a lot.

Or for help on a crossword puzzle.

Sole will email him when they can't sleep just in case he's also awake. Nights feel really lonely when everyone you knew died 200 years ago.

Sometimes they ask him for knowledge. Like 'Do you know if this plant is poisonous?' or things that most Commonwealthers know for survival, but Sole is still figuring out.

They ask him for leadership advise. Especially during big decisions.

They both tell each other things they've seen/heard through the grapevine that they think the other should know. 'I heard that guy you were looking for was seen in Bunker Hill' 'Some Gens 2s were spotted patrolling Medford Hospital' 'Hi :) Sorry for the late response, I was running for my life :( Tell your traders to stay away from the East Bridge- Gunners'

[ador3him]

we need more of libarian!george and model! reader ughhhh

pairing: librarian!George x supermodel! reader

requested? yes !!!

authors note: WE LOVE LIBRARIAN GEORGE we all say in unison

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"Hi, sweetie," yn said as George opened the door for his beautiful girlfriend. George leaned in and planted a soft kiss onto her lips. His hands snaked around her waist pulling yn closer to him, her hands grasped George's hair pulling it softly.

"you gonna introduce us to yn with your tongue in her mouth?" Dreams voice boomed throughout the foyer as he walked in on the couple. George sheepishly pulled back looking at his girlfriend and then his best friend. "Georgie," yn whispered, he looked over and yn wiped his mouth softly with a tissue from her bag, taking off her lipstick residue from his mouth.

"I am Clay," Dream smiled and walked towards George's girlfriend with his hand out. "Yn, it's so nice to meet you," yn smile was wide and welcoming, she grabbed Dreams hand and shook it softly. "It's nice to meet you too, I've heard so much," dream smiled back. "Um, where's Nick?" Yn asked unsure. "Oh he's just getting changed." Clay walked to the lounge room with the couple dragging behind him hand in hand.

"Hey! Yn!" A slightly accented man came from the hallway opposite the lounge room. "Nick?" Yn questioned slightly because she's never seen him. He gave her a nod as she walked up to him. "It's so nice to meet you," nick said holding out his hand for her. "likewise!" She pipped grabbing it with her hand shaking softly. "You guys are so weird," George muttered. "Someone jealous?" Clay laughed. "Oh yes, I'm so jealous my girlfriend is holding my best friends hand," George's voice laced with sarcasm.

Yn giggled and sat herself on George's knee facing his friends. "So what do you guys do for fun?" She asked playing with George's fingers nervously. "Well we play a lot of video games," clay smiles. "Oh fun, like what?" She smiled. "Minecraft, valorant, sometimes fnaf. We actually have a Minecraft competition coming up, MCC. Have you heard of it?" Nick asked grabbing a water bottle from the kitchen. "MCC? Isn't that a streamer thing?" She queries. "How do you know that?" George asks quickly nervous that she'd find out he isn't just a librarian. "Oh, my friend streams." Yn said cooly. "Yeah we're streamers," clay nods. "Like you and Nick?" "Yeah, and George!" Nick beamed.

"what?" Yn turned to George. "You didn't tell me." Her face was dropped, a slight betrayal covered her face. "I was going to tell you," George mumbled. "When?" "Now?"

"Did you think I'd be mad?" She asks softly holding George's face. Nick and Clay sat quietly looking at each other. George nodded a bit looking down. "I would never be mad, that's great! I just wish you told me," Yn pressed a kiss on George's cheek. "Really?" George looked back up to yn. "Really," yn made her way to George's lips pressing a longing kiss on them. "Get a room!" Nick groaned throwing a couch pillow at George's head breaking the two up.

"Wanna go fuck on your desk?" Yn whispered in his ear. "We gotta go," George said while picking up yn.

[breckstonevailskier]

Key takeaways:

Walton Goggins was kept in the dark regarding the twist that Barb Howard was going to advocate dropping the bombs in the name of furthering Vault-Tec's agenda.

“Frances Turner plays my wife and she is just an extraordinary actor. I so enjoyed their relationship as it was revealed to me over time. We didn’t get all the scripts at once. I think we got the first three or four. There were conversations about where that relationship was headed, but I didn’t see it going there. I had an idea that something nefarious was afoot, but I didn’t realize that my wife was going to be the one who architected the ending of the world.” Howard learned of the plot while spying on his wife through a listening device planted on her Pip Boy. Barb suggested dropping the nuke while meeting with Robert House, Frederick Sinclair, Bud Askins, Julia Masters and Leon Von Felden in a flashback shown in the Season 1 finale. “If you really listen to what she says and the conversation in that room, as diabolical and Machiavellian as it is, it does make sense on some level from their strange, demented, capitalistic point of view. Let’s just wipe out the competition. And it was so horrific to hear the woman that you love, that is the mother of your child, your keeper of secrets, speak about destruction and in terms of winning. I still am wrapping my head around it. I’ve seen it a few times just because I wanted to see what Frances was doing and what Ella [Purnell] was doing, what everybody was doing, but specifically that moment between the two of them.”

Moreover, he's interested in season 2 giving us more flashbacks to explicitly show what happened to Cooper Howard between that meeting and October 23, 2077. We already know for a fact that his acting career took a nosedive after divorcing Barb to the point he had to perform at kids' birthday parties for alimony reasons, and Vault-Tec got him branded as a "communist" in order to discredit him. But the finer details are a mystery.

“I love how complicated their relationship was. I’m so curious where that relationship picks up [in Season 2] and how you begin to talk about the elephant in the room and, subsequently, what that means for the world that we’re living in,” Goggins continued. “The first scene in episode one of Season 1 takes place after he hears that conversation. I have my version of how much earlier that conversation took place, but I’m curious what happens between that conversation and when Cooper is at the children’s birthday party. I want to know that story. I mean – I know what happened – but I would think the audience would want to know that story.”

He's also interested in exploring Cooper Howard's dynamic with Lee Moldaver (or "Kate Williams", as she called herself back then), suggesting that perhaps Cooper was involved in some of Moldaver's activism, of the kind that would eventually lead to the formation of the NCR.

Another relationship Goggins also enjoyed getting to explore in “Fallout” was the dynamic between Howard and Lee Moldaver (Sarita Choudhury), a scientist working on cold fusion before the nuclear apocalypse who pushes back against Howard’s ideology who later leads the raider attack that ends in the kidnapping of Hank MacLean. “I had such a great time telling that story with her. I liked the dynamic between two competing ideologies about the world and I like to be proven wrong,” he said of working with Choudhury. “Personally, I like to have my beliefs shook up from time to time. And that’s exactly what Moldaver does for Cooper Howard.” “I don’t know how that story is going to unfold, but I would imagine that the layers will be peeled, and you will understand the origins of that relationship,” he said of the two characters’ relationship. “That’s all I can say.”

On the subject of the Ghoul's interactions with Lucy, and what's in the future for these two characters going into season 2:

In addition to being on his own journey to find his family, The Ghoul became a major influence on the series’ protagonist, Lucy MacLean, pushing her from a naive Vault Dweller who has ventured to the surface to rescue her father and Vault 33 Overseer, Hank MacLean, to a hardened survivor. “In some ways, The Ghoul to Lucy is just the person who delivers her on the other side of the Rubicon, the person who just bursts her bubble,” Goggins said of the pair’s relationship. “The Ghoul is a person that takes no prisoners. He’s not there to teach her a lesson until he’s there to teach her a lesson. He didn’t see her as a human being until he saw her as a human being. So in some ways, she has brought the Ghoul back, redeemed him on a human level. And in some ways, he has radically and fundamentally changed her view of the world and the way that she moves through the world. So, in some ways, they’re helping each other to survive life the way that it exists. It’s a three-dimensional relationship, and I really don’t know where it’s going to go, but I have my own ideas about where I hope it goes.” The end of Season 1 sees Lucy MacLean teaming up with the Ghoul to go after her father, who escapes Griffith Observatory in Power Armor and is headed to New Vegas. Shortly before his escape, Lucy learned that Hank was responsible for the bombing of Shady Sands, which turned her mother Rose into a ghoul. “Lucy and The Ghoul are — I don’t know if they’re a team — but I think they’re beginning to understand each other and whenever anyone sets out to define the truth, it’s never going to be easy, is it?,” Goggins said. “It’s going to be difficult, but it’s going to be a lot of fun and it’s going to resonate with people. I certainly hope so.”

[roobiedo]

oc-tober 2024 day 10 & 11: personality & symbolism/themes

the kids you probably need to worry about

more leftoverse babies! they're definitely opposites personality-wise, but they both also happen to have the most symbolic roles throughout the story i think? lets just say their journeys include pretty strong pseudo-religious allegories hh

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first up is Mia, or registered alias 'Illumia', who will also go by the codename 'Chamialeon' (hence the symbol) during the... not so bright parts of her future career. Which is ironic, because glowing brightly is kind of her main thing! though due to light manipulation, she can also turn invisible, which is why the moniker stuck. she eventually also figures out how to temporarily siphon her target's powers (literally 'stealing their spotlight'), giving her another layer of camouflage.

Mia is high energy even in her broodiest moments (many such cases). among the main cast, she easily draws the most attention and speaks the loudest, even without ever using her voice! she has a wiiild arc as far as archetypes go, changing from spoiled princess to ruthless rebel to spiritual leader by the end of things. she would be a leia stan yeah

alsoooo that is not the actual cover image for 'It's My Turn Now' but there's no way im putting the d*sney logo anywhere near my art lol. i don't know who that man is. Sorry to miss palmer

also2 yeah mushrooms aren't flora my bad. sunflower then

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next is Pepin, who usually goes by Piper (and Clyde calls him Pip sometimes). he's the forever baby of the group and my poor precious good boy who can do no wrong!!1! 🥺💚 ok that's not true, he always tries his best and has an empathetic soul, but life's hard when you're the unwilling Chosen One who has to constantly dodge prophecies and legacies while carrying the weight of the world on your tiny shoulders. he goes through sososo much :( i love him sososo much :(

Piper's a real laid-back, pacifist type that keeps getting bombarded by Stress and Duties. as such, he's no stranger to skipping classes/responsibilities to go chill somewhere hidden away from the world, which is usually in a forest due to his affinity with nature. many think his thing is controlling plants and healing, and it certainly looks that way, but more accurately its cellular regeneration control. a talent this impressive puts many targets on his back, but luckily he's in good hands until he decides his own destiny <3

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[glowstone23b]

warden/ancient city thoughts …

Anicent cities aren’t actually cities, they’re actually massive temples instead that devoted themselves to a certain god (im not sure what god the old builders would worship akandk)

They laid many people to rest in those underground crypts, that a bit of their souls leaked out of the bodies and infected the glowing cave vines, resulting in a strange mutation of sculk

and as more people died and got places in those tombs,,, the more sculk spread

Eventually some worshippers caught notice of this and assumed it to be some gift from the gods, so they continued to add fuel to it, experimenting with it, etc, finding out that when a creature dies— instead of the soul ascending to an afterlife, it is instead pulled down by the sculk and merged into what was like a sentient hivemind of connected souls working together to become something akin to an organism

At some point, as evolution of the sculk furthered and sculk sensors formed, it eventually led to a sculk shrieker

and after worshippers activated it a couple times in a row,

It summoned the massive, blind hulking beast known as the warden. It harvested as many souls as it could from the worshippers as it chased after them, leaving no one in it’s wake, before retreating back into the biomass until the next time there is a significant amount of soul that alerts the shriekers once more

Ok mini rant story thing over. i like to think that sculk works in a weird sort of method

Catalyst farm and form the extra sculk needed to begin an infection —> sensors pick up on sounds made by noises that supposedly could be creatures with a soul —> shriekers sound a scream that helps determine if a warden should form —> warden harvests any nearby creatures to help the sculk spread. if killed, the warden drops a catalyst, so it can all begin again

The warden itself is a weird amalgamation of human souls stuck together fused with the sculk. the main reasoning for it being blind (other than cave animals usually being blind since low to zero light requires little need for eyes) is because detecting sound means a very high chance of something w soul

Sculk sickness …. Possibly a rare disease only picked up by deep miners. nasty no good and probably hurts as the sculk eats you from the inside out

Illagers came across the ancient cities and set up camp for a short amount of time to try and study the sculk . you can imagine what happened to them

[ i like to think every ‘living’ creature in minecraft has a soul. that keeps them alive and thinking and breathing and stuff. and undead mobs have soul residue which leaves them with very basic instincts or things they subconsciously remember how to do ITS A FUN THOUGHT ]

[ in my little au illagers love experimenting w souls . because the more you experiment the more messed up results you get (vexes being the fused collective of 2-3 allays, or creating abominations via sticking two different mob souls together… possibly how ravagers came to be since they look a bit like villagers that got turned into beasts . fun theorizing ]

Hey invention? Phanon? I love your mind, it's wonderful. Have a drawing!

I've never drawn a warden before, mostly because it's been very daunting, but I think I got it out the way I wanted it to!! Sculk itself is kind of like... a fungus-y tentacle-y mixture, and i got some inspiration from the devil's fingers fungus irl! Really cool, I suggest giving it a look-see.

In my head, sculk would start off kind of like little eggs or pips or... whatever those things are... there's a name for it, when a plant or a cell decides to split off to make a new plant or cell? Mitosis? Bulbs? Plantlets? There's a word I'm looking for. Anyways. They'd probably grow mini sculk bits off of more mature ones so they can drop off and spread on their own, kind of like some types of succulent if that makes sense? Which explains the little sticky-outy bits on the wardens' horn things. Man, there's gotta be proper terminology for this, my brain is not finding the right words today.

They'd release some sort of bioluminescence when disturbed, and have an almost tar-like substance produced to trap smaller mobs (spiders, bats, etc.) that happen to wander too close, akin to fly traps. It wouldn't work as well for humans, but it's not uncommon to have your foot tugged on by some sculk in the hopes it can digest you.

I went off "The warden itself is a weird amalgamation of human souls stuck together fused with the sculk" because it's FREAKING COOL, so !!! Yeah!! I've got some of the larger/longer sculk tendrils used as arms and 'fingers' in a sense, though they're not all that precise in use. It just opts to smack the heck out of people usually. The bones in the shoulders and feet I thought were really cool on the in-game design, so I feel that the sculk would grow around any sorts of bones it had access to to keep a more stable structure. Keeping yourself upright if you're a soft mass of plantiness/fungus-yness would be a little tough, I think. Also, keeping bones close to the sculk might make it easier to tether souls together? Who knows!

It'd be neat to see what types of matter the sculk would attach to to form a warden-- it could be enderman bones, for all we know! Big and long and short and stubby, and all of the bones are in the wrong places. Using femurs for toes, or ribs for arms... it'd definitely not be fun to see in person.

Sculk sickness sounds SO NEAT TOO!!! I imagine you might be able to inhale it, like spores? Since it feeds off of xp or souls, you just keep fueling it once you're infected whether you like it or not. Does it have any cure, or would you have to have some sort of surgery to try to remove the existing sculk from your body? That'd cause a heck of a lot of complications, if it were to block anything internally. Wild, but neat to theorize about.

And YES on the experimenting with souls thing! Especially with the update so vexes look a lot more like allays-- definitely experiment material. I wonder how many more mobs are out there that we haven't seen because they haven't been made yet? Just mish mashes of any sort of soul they could get their hands on, inhabiting a body that doesn't feel quite right. Kinda interesting!

Thank you for sharing as always ily you rule. Your theories slap, may your inventory be full of diamonds or something. May the Nether's fire guide your way, idk. More piglin-y, as per my blog, lol.

[pxgeturner]

milkshakes and confessions — t.m.r

pt. 1 — kiss it better, m.list, reblogs are extremely appreciated

you’re trying to make plans with your friends and end up telling your bf you love him for the first time.

an. so i forgot to put this on my wip list hope y’all like this. can be imagined w a r from any house but kinda hufflepuff coded!r :)

wc. 1.8k

You wrap your arms around luna from behind. “luna~” your look to your right, “‘ginny!” and around the people surrounding your friends: hermione, ron, harry, and others “hey guys,” you say looking at no one in particular.

that gets you a lot of weird stares. You look at luna, then at ginny. “did i say something?”

“harry potter is right there!” this kid, who you think is named seamus talks to you like you are an idiot.

“i’m not friends with harry potter.”

“he’s the son of james and lily potter!” ron is turning red.

“that doesn’t make him a saint?” you furrow your brows and wave you hand at him. “i mean good for him but it’s not like he's a merlin reincarnate or something.” you click your tongue at them, “besides i said hi to all of you”

“why are you over here?” a voice sounds from behind you.

“hi tommi,”

“you should be eating over there with me.”

“i’m just hear to- oh!” you look back at luna, “ok hogsmeade trip this weekend, right?”

“right,”

“i thought you and ginny could come with me to go get milkshakes!”

“Sounds good to me!” ginny pips in.

“sll right, milkshakes this weekend.” agrees luna.

“you spend trips to to hogsmeade with me.” tom protests. You remove yourself from luna to turn to your boyfriend.

“and you’re lucky that i love you, otherwise i would’ve plucked out your eyeballs for being so overprotective a long time ago.”

“ok, so see you in class later–” you’re yanked back, “tommi! ah! what are you-” he’s picked you up now, “moon!” you cry out for your friends knowing your boyfriend won’t listen to you.

she giggles and waves, “have fun!”

tom carries you all the way to the abandoned girl’s bathroom. He sets you down in front of a wall.

you laugh, pushing at his chest “what was that tommi?”

he leans into you, hands at either side of your head. “you can’t take things like that back, and you shouldn’t say things you don’t mean.”

“huh?” your noses are touching and you really want to kiss him.

“you said you love me.” you cup his face, toying with a few short strands at your fingertips.

“uh-huh, i do.” he steps back, disconnecting from you completely.

“you shouldn’t.”

You take hold you his hand, rubbing circles into the back of his palm. “you’re my boyfriend, and we’ve been together almost a year.”

tommi mumbles something.

You put a hand under his chin to make him meet your eyes instead of looking at the ground. “what was that?” you smile up at him.

“love potion,”

“i’m not under a potion, silly. or am i acting crazy and obsessive?”

“not you, me! I was born because of a love potion.” he rips his hand out of yours.

“is this you telling me you want to break up?”

“it would be for the best.”

“you asked me out first, do you remember?” you block him from leaving.

“of course i do.”

“i had a crush on you for months my friends would tease me all the time for liking the slytherin prince who only ever studies.” you rest your hands on your hips. “they said i was a fool.”

“i get where this is going-”

“but you asked me out! on valentines day! like an absolute dork!”

“i said. i remember.” he grits his teeth. why won’t you let him leave?

“you like me! you care about me! you make sure i’m drinking water and study with me before exams.”

“like isn’t love!” he has fire in his eyes as he plants his hands on your shoulders, trying to get you to move. “it’s not enough! You deserve more!”

“like turns into love! i don’t believe in that love potion bullshit!”

“i want to love you-”

you’re seriously getting angry, how can the smartest guy in school be so stupid. “then do it! it just takes time! It’s not like one day fireworks and wedding bells are going to go off in your mind because your brain flipped a switch.”

“i don’t want to hurt you.”

“the only way you’re going to hurt me is by leaving right now.”

“what if i never love you?”

“if you ever need to force yourself to do things that typically come naturally then we can be over.” you deflate at the thought, now it’s you looking at the ground.

“if i can love anyone, it’s you. i can’t see myself with anyone else.” he comes in close you, holding your face in his hands, wiping away tears. when did you start crying? and you try to take a deep breath in but it’s all too intense, so it catches in your throat and you have to grab onto tommi’s robes to steady yourself. he pulls you into his chest, rubbing your head.

“i- i love you.” you hiccup, “so, much.” and you wiggle your head to look at him, brown eyes now soft with worry. “And it’s ok that you’re not there yet.”

“i know,” he brushes some hair off your forehead, “i- i know, princess.”

“can we go eat lunch now?

“how can i say no to my best girl?”

“are there other girls?” you’re trying to seem sarcastic.

“my best and only girl.” he kisses your forehead as you two begin to walk back to the great hall. You lean into him as you walk, latched onto his arm. He squeezes your hand, grateful for the fact that you did not let go.

your friends welcome you back with smiles and jokes.

“hello lovebirds, glad you two could finally deign to join us.” mattheo jokes, tom glares at him. you stay leaning on him even sitting down, he winds an arm around your back to support you. he loves his family, he’d do anything for mattheo or mother. in regard to father, he’s not sure, father isn’t like mother, there is no quality time or kind smiles. tom thinks he loves his father, but that’s more complicated. love is confusing and overly complicated, and essentially useless. that’s what he used to tell himself, when he thought he couldn’t experience romantic love. why would he bother with something that is useless. sex on the other hand, sex has purpose, and was experienced physically unlike love. which is just your mind playing tricks on you. sex is an itch that can be easily scratched

but then you arrived. one day just tagging along with pansy with smiles, energy and gentleness. as if you took a flint and steel to his cold heart to spark a fire that burns for you and only you. he understood that romance isn’t just a trick or manipulative tactic used by girls to trap boys. with you he started to think that maybe, just maybe love doesn’t have to be complicated. with you things come easy to him.

you twist your head to press a kiss to his jaw.

“everything all right, my girl?” he whispers into your ear as theo keeps talking. uou nod into his neck.

“want some of mine?” the little food you put on your plate is already gone. You take his fork and steal some potatoes.

“theo stop exaggerating, snape isn’t that bad.”

Theo sets his fork down, “he’s a bitter old man who needs to stop projecting his hurt onto others. he likes the girls more, and you’re a sweetheart.”

“aww, thank you, t.”

pansy looks up from her phone, “now that you mention it, he does favor the fairer sex.”

draco looks nauseated, “why would you say it like that?” he pretends to vomit on the floor, splashing his juice on the floor.

you wave your arm at him, “oye! draco! clean that up right now!”

“yes, ma’am.” he salutes you, grabbing a wad of napkins.

mattheo, who’s next you on your left, turns to you, “can we do our divination projects together?”

“matteo, you have to do your own project. but if you’re struggling, i can help you study the cards.” you offer

“ugh, that class is useless, you can’t predict the future.” tom says, his warm breath hitting your hair.

you tilt your head up, and boop his nose. “you only say that because your mojo is logical classes, but divination is intuitive. it uses your heart, not your brain.” your boyfriend scoffs. “If you’d let me read for you, you’d see–” he puts his hand over your mouth. You wiggle and yell into his hand, trying to get him to let go while your friends merely laugh. he lets go soon though, and you turn to face him, “you actually hate me.” you point a finger at him at look at him accusingly.

“quite the opposite actually,” he says softly, kissing your cheek. that makes your friends go quiet. for some reason, your face goes hot and you turn your body completely away from him, and cover your face with your hands.

your feet that were propped against matteo thighs get pushed down. “get your stinky feet off of me.”

that snaps you out of it, “y’know mattheo, you’re such an asshole.”

mattheo glares back at you, opening his mouth to respond, but closes it, suddenly interested in his food.

tom puts his chin to your shoulder, “don’t bother with him.” he presses another kiss to your cheek and convinces you to leave to go to the library. sitting at your usual table, tom tutors you in a particularly frustrating unit in transfiguration.

“so milkshakes on saturday at fortescue’s?” he mentions randomly.

“yeah with luna and ginny.” you try to go back to the question you were answering before he interrupted.

“why would they join us?” he presses.

“i’m having milkshakes with luna and ginny, you can hang out with the others.” you correct him.

“why would you do that?”

you roll your eyes. “i eat breakfast with you, i eat lunch with you, i eat dinner with you. and we’re studying right now.” you look up from your paper, “if i spend any more time with you I will become you.”

“not all the time,” he refutes, “and you just said you love me, and now you want to cancel hogsmeade?”

you grab his chin and squish his cheeks, “and i do love you! but i do have non slytherin friends. it's not fair to them or me if we never get to see each other.”

he makes a sound of discontent.

you softly tug his ear.

“fine milkshakes on saturday for you. and… something else for me.”

now you kiss his cheek.

he might not be perfect, but he’s yours. and all that matters is that he tries. it might take a couple of attempts, but he’s such a quick learner.

it’s what you love about him.

[tookishcombeferre]

"Perhaps Love"/ Life Update

Hi All,

I am so sorry to keep doing this, but I just have a few things to get off my chest and to say.

I've been moving a little slower lately, and I'm trying to be okay with that. But, I think it's fair to let the folks who have been so supportive during Papyton week and of my writing know what's up. I have a small bump on my left wrist that's making it a little bit difficult to type. As someone who's a long time writer and artist, I'm not sure exactly what it is, but it's painful as shit when it knocks against my keyboard.

My anxiety and paranoia about it are getting worse. So, I'm getting it looked at. As far as I know, it's benign, and I can wait until the couple of theater projects I'm working on are done to have any kind of treatment done for it. It's triggering a lot of my mental health issues as well which have been, for lacking a better term, bad.

I'm doing about as well as I can given the circumstances. I'm surviving. I'm safe. Family is good. The squish is the highlight of my life. Having a routine with them keeps my feet on the ground. Firmly planted.

I'm a little sad. Sometimes I drift a little "up" (I've been doing a ridiculous amount of cooking and baking, and I may or may not have bought more Capri Sun than is *strictly* necessary to function.) However, my partner is great and has been helping to remind me to rest my body when I can, to shower, to take care of myself, and all that good stuff. He's also great about helping me with the spending and potential over-doing it in other areas. So, again, I'm well cared for (and well medicated, praise the Lord.)

Capri Suns are about the worst thing I'm gonna do - scout's honor. ;)

That said, the cyst makes me type slower. And, the anxiety triggered pendulum of emotions has kind of been preoccupying. If y'all ever wondered why I write Mettaton's mood swings and his mental states so accurately, it's because I live it.

I'm not planning to put things on hiatus (or at least not a long one). It just might take me longer to finish things because my typing speed and thinking speed are a little slower than I'd like them to be.

If things end up in a worst case and I do end up being sicker than I think, I'll post another update with hiatus info at that time. But, I appreciate you all, and any love, well wishes, and good vibes you have to send my way. (I need them.)

Toodles, Pip 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

[annabawritersdream]

For the Headcanons Game

■ -  Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon

OC: That One Elf ™

Thank you for the ask!

Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanons and That One Elf.

[I'll name him at some point, but I feel like he'll always be That One Elf in my head].

A little bit of context first.

Though he's very much a Fëanor-wannabe, he only admires Fëanor's smithing skills and actually vehemently despises the person Fëanor is/was. He did not join his kin in Middle-earth to retrieve the Silmarils and thought the whole Oath thing was complete bullcrap and a colossal waste of time. He is a kind, very eccentric person. He's a weird guy, especially compared to other Elves. His home and the way it is decorated is very much in line with his eccentricities.

He owns a palatial home in Tirion—a sort of family estate—which is basically Versailles on a much smaller scale. He's obsessed with gold and diamonds, so there's plenty of that in every room. He loves mirrors because he loves to stare at his beautiful reflection at any given time and his bedroom walls are basically covered in mirrors and self-portraits in various outfits. He has a wig room—I do not know how his obsession with wigs started yet, but he has thousands of them—and he chopped off his hair because he hated the idea of having to comb it and style it every day. He loves wigs because they're more "practical" (his words, not mine). Too bad that he spends hours styling them with ribbons, pearls and diamonds. My dude is obsessed with diamonds. He could easily braid his real hair in half the time he spends styling the wigs but...that's what he enjoys, I suppose.

In addition to the wig room, he also has a smoking room. That's where he stores every kind of plant he can get his hands on and his tobacco stashes. He meets up with Bilbo and the Hobbit introduces him to pipeweed. It's love at first sight for him (or love at first smell, I guess) and he basically creates an indoor greenhouse to grow both athelas and pipeweed. I'm not sure whether pipeweed is native of Valinor, actually. Though I suppose Bilbo and Frodo could have imported some of it from the Shire. It's my new headcanon. And yes, That One Elf does smoke athelas. That's probably why he's the only sane Fëanorian one can have an interesting conversation with. He's very pleasant to be around.

To be honest, if he could he would probably smoke grass as well. It's my headcanon he went to Yavanna quite a few times and straight up asked her if she had some good stuff to share. He'll probably tell Sam and Pippin all about it and Pip will eventually build a shrine in his honor and worship him like the legend he is. They'll be best buddies. It is also my headcanon that Olórin and That One Elf did test one another's knowledge about pipes and had smoke puff battles. Manwë doesn't know by the way. He would probably have a heart attack if he did.

Back to the main topic: he's a collector and adores statues and it's highly possible that he sculpted a few busts of himself he placed both in his yard—it's basically an English garden—and in his study. Self-absorbed much? Maybe just a little.

He loves fountains too so add a couple of those as well. The more stuff, the better. His dining room is basically a Roman triclinium—nope, he doesn't eat at the table like normal people, he's that extra—and his bed is huge. Silk bedsheets and pillows because that's the bare minimum, of course. Velvet curtains and silk everywhere. The kitchen is the most spotless room in his house—did you seriously think the guy could cook? He's as bad as Éowyn, maybe even worse. He also has an entire ballroom to his own, a ballroom full of mirrors. The more mirrors the better. He has two wine cellars but he doesn't really drink Valarin wine. He's stoned out of his mind most of the time, so I guess that makes up for it. His house also has a drawing and music room. He plays the piano and the lute. He's a composer and write his own songs. He usually drinks several pints of ale as he practices the piano and I'm quite certain all the alcohol he consumes kind of affects his singing. Don't tell him though. He is very kind but he has a huge ego. I'm also sure he's a major Bagginshield shipper and cries his eyes out when Bilbo told him his story. He also has a copy of Bilbo's book in his study.

That's all for now, I think. I'll tell you more if I come up with additional deets!

Thank you again for the sending in the ask and I'm sorry that it took me so long to reply!

[thenightling]

I never had any children but here are some of my favorite baby names I've come across and considered for if I ever had a child.

Traditionally masculine:

Roderick - Can be shortened to Roddy, Rick, or Ricky. Roderick means Glory or Ruler. Roddy McDowall's full first name. Also the name of one of the main characters from Edgar Allan Poe's Fall of the House of Usher. Roderick is also the name of the man who summoned and trapped Morpheus in the first issue / chapter / episode of Neil Gaiman's The Sandman. And a more obscure reference, Roderick is the name of Dr. Craven's father in the 1963 film, The Raven, starring Vincent Price. I would use this as a "King" name. ;-)

Jareth - A combination of Jerold and Gareth. David Bowie's character's name in Labyrinth.

Pipkin - An unrecorded Middle English name, possibly derived from Phillip. It is also the surname of one of the main characters in Ray Bradbury's The Halloween tree. Ray Bradbury used it as a cross between Pip, the hero from Charles Dickens' Great Expectations, and Pumpkin. Kin also means family. So you are saying "Pip is family." which is very sweet if you know the plot of The Halloween Tree. Kin can also mean "To be like" or "connected to." So the name (in reference to Great Expectations) also means "Like Pip."

Percy or Percival - One of King Arthur's knights, Percival, and the famous poet, Percy Shelley, husband of Mary Shelley (author of Frankenstein.)

Kit - Very old nickname for Christopher. Once was the nickname of the writer, Christopher Marlowe. Now heavily associated with the actor Kit Harington from Game of Thrones.

Jaskier - Polish. Actually means "Buttercup" but actually is considered a boy's name. Pronounced as Yas-key-er. The original Polish name of the bard from The Witcher novels. HIs name is sometimes translated to Dandelion in some of the English adaptations.

Vladislaus - I'd probably never really use this name except in absolutely very specific circumstances. This name comes from an early renaissance war hero and Prince of Eastern Europe. Vladislaus the Third of Wallachia.

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Gender-free names that I like.

Loki - Means Mischief Maker. From the Norse God of Mischief, Fire, and invention. (and sometimes also ice). Marvel depicts him now as God of Stories which fits his mythological roots as God of Invention. In the Poetic and Prose Eddas Loki invented fishing nets. Loki is also the patron of orphans and outcasts, a sympathizer of the outsider. In mythology Loki can be any gender and in Marvel Loki has been portrayed by a man and a woman.

Rowan - The Rowan plant is supposed to be good luck and a pentacle made of Rowman and tied at the points with red string or ribbon protects against black magick.

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Traditionally feminine:

Gretchen - Old Germain Nickname for Marguerite and similar names. Marguerite was my mother's name, Rita being her nickname.

Gretchen was also the love interest in Goethe's Faust and ultimately saved his soul in Faust Part 2.

Jessamy - can be shortened to Jess or Jesse or even sometimes May. It's similar to Jessica but derives out of Jasmine.

Evie - Eve was (according to the Abrahamic mythos) the first woman. Evie is also short for "evening." Evie was the name of the hero in the 2022 film The invitation. It can also be short for Evelyn but I prefer Evie to Evelyn.

Shelley - Traditional girl's name and the married name of author Mary Shelley, writer of Frankenstein. Also the surname of the poet Percy Shelley.

Wilhelmina - The old version of Wima. Can have the nickname Mina or Will. And I think Will is a cute nickname for a girl ever since I heard the song "The Will to love" from W.I.T.C.H. ________________________________ Twin names: Masculine Twins: Jareth and Geralt. Geralt is the first hero of The Witcher novels. _________________________ Feminine Twin names: Gretchen and Jessamy _______________________ Masculine / feminine twin names: Percy and Shelley for the pun in creating the name Percy Shelley (the nineteenth century poet and husband of Mary Shelley, author of Frankenstein). ___________________________ Gender-free: Loki and Rowan

[koenki]

So I wrote a lot of this down as a way to ground myself last night, some cute or otherwise just circulating thoughts about the lovely ASMR stories I'm listening to bring comfort when I can't sleep.

Ellis' listener comes in with hot tea from the coffee shop Bug works at so they can have a nice drink while reading/discussing their new book series. Maybe they aren't together yet and Ellis' grandmother comes into the shop and meets their listener, having heard so much about this fiery young person their grandchild goes on about.

Casey and Honey on autumn nature hike, Casey teaches Honey about autumn blooming plants as the crunch of leaves are underfoot. Gourd carving, doesn't have to be pumpkins, for the spooky season. Lauren gave them a list of themes they can all dress up as together to hand candy out for Halloween so they can match.

Dion tryna get out of the house as often as possible now that his family's guard is there, knowing Bunny wouldn't want him to follow since he can't disguise himself. Bunny levels with the bodyguard about going out in public looking like that and feels guilty leaving him but tends to promise they will bring back dinner for him and they can hang out and watch movies later. Dion is clingy now, making sure he has a point of contact with Bunny any time the three of them are together now. Pip and Roman testing out the gadget that plays music based on thoughts and feelings. At some point a love song plays and as they start to talk about it to confront what it meas when the song suddenly changes from sweet and loving to fearful, spooky. This could work for it being connected to either of them, both having something that scares and upsets them that could possibly show up at any time.

Cyril's parents whenever they find out about Cyril and them getting together, tryna set up a get together- Cyril haa been refusing stating both him and rival are busy enough, barely have time to even see each other let alone also schedule time with them for all 4 to get together- rival knows none of this and ends up cornered in their office by two elves and highly esteemed researchers that just want to get to know their sons love interest better- even if one may or may not believe his son should be with another elf? I dunno how his Father will feel on all this Neo and Darling's conversation of "my lease is up in October" as Gage has mentioned and if they are ready for a big step like moving in together already or not. Neo craves to be close not only to Darling, but the need as a shifter to be close to another as well. More Neo thoughts on starting to meet the siblings. His need to feel validated, important, and strong willed to not feel "compared" especially to the older siblings becoming apparent. He might apologize for what a handful his family could be and Darling has to assure him that they love him and the rowdy bunch of foxes. They also may make sure he knows just how much they love him when they get back to the privacy of their own space. Gage and Bug having the apartment for themselves now, roomie's old room is now where Gage will have his ceramics now. Darling drags Neo back out for game night once a month, they've been showing him how to play video games so next mario kart, fall guys, mario party whatever, stands a better chance (maybe even beat Gage in one, maybe they had a bet and now Gage has to own up?)

Small steps with Desmond, sneaking small kisses when they can at work, hand holding when out together, warm cuddles on the couch, taking Eclair to the dog park to play Des seems to adore the attention, but I feel like he'd be just as appreciative if Newbie got lil treats or toys for his dog, it's in connection to him still, and means they are thinking of him or of spending time with each other when apart.

Angsty thoughts for Desmond include Newbie getting hurt; pretty bad. Des has never been the type that would rely and just expect Law to help, use his magic because he never wants his best friend to feel like he abuses their friendship, so when he calls for help there's a lot of unspoken feelings between these two that Law will be there asap. Des never left their side, he held them as they recovered, maybe even being a little more aggressive in his care because of how stubborn Newbie is, having to force them to stay in bed or take time off work. That "holding" may have been at times laying basically on them to hold them down so they would just. Stop. Moving. Also a conversation between Des and Newbie about how Des keeps paying for things when they are together. He's financially stable and willing to spend it on Newbie but they end up feeling uncomfortable. They worry that they don't want Des to think they are using him as a sugar daddy, they want an equal partnership, and work out something together so it will feel more balanced.

Similar to Desmond, Sweets getting little things for Nat, even when she's away at mom's or the grandparents, seeing stuff and thinking of his daughter means the world to Law. The two people that mean the most to him that he loves wholeheartedly having a connection is important to him. Having someone to help wrangle the ball or energy and as she gets older to help teach her about some of the mysticalities he and her mother don't even know help to open her eyes to more than he alone could offer. He also knows after the little one falls to sleep he gets their undivided attention and its something to look forward to whenever they are together be it exhausted cuddling on the couch with a movie on, to a feeding session of their choice. No matter the end results, they are happy and comfortable together.

Nat gets her own section as she so deserves. At 3 years old Sweets can throw her the BEST tea parties, the high faerie court of stuffies around the table as they talk about the crayons and colors they like to draw with the most, sipping their tea and munching some sugar free cookies and wafers. She knows all of Dad's coworkers. Uncle DesDes gives some of the best airplane rides she's ever had, only next to Dad's of course! He looks big and scary but he gives her ice cream and trinkets! Newbie and Gage are always fun, Gage having wanted a little sibling since he was small can play big brother, and Newbie can always find the shiniest and prettiest rocks no matter where they go, babygirl has to add this to her rock collection. Be mindful things don't get quiet though, a child being quiet is a scary enough thought for what troubles they can get into, but if these two are also missing chaos may be about to strike. Neo, having grown up with so many siblings, is used to handling smaller children, but tries to build her up and make her feel important. He doesn't seem the type to like messy things but he will make sure she is safe and kept busy. Dad's coworkers are practically family, and with how much Law watches over everyone from getting between crossfires of arguments, making sure everyone is safe and aren't injured (probably uses some magic for some stuff since everyone is attuned or aware) they all have his respect and love, and want to repay that kindness when and where they can. They'll make sure Nat is taken care of.