#I won't be there anytime soon. so I'll have to ask my parents to ship it to me when it arrives there

[grassbreads]

It is not my night tonight lmao. I just had to order a new phone bc the screen on my current one cracked severely. I have no idea how this happened as I did not drop or hit it, but it happened. And then when I was ordering, despite my seeing that the wrong address was listed and manually changing the shipping address to my current apartment, something went wrong at checkout, and it reverted the shipping address back to my parents' house in another state.

[demons-mind]

So the long needed ship post for Abel is finally here. Abel x Emily!!!

So low-key Abel does not really like anyone in heaven. He thinks all the angels and seraphims are hypocrites, and it annoys him to death. However, one day, when Sonia was planning her date with Vaggie, she decided to set up a blind date for Abel. (Because the fact that Exorcist are Heavenborn in my AU, they are not allowed inside Heaven's Gates unless they're escorted by a Winner, so Sonia and/or Vaggie would ask Abel to take them to town, because they don't trust Adam to not say or do anything to them.) Abel, who was originally hating this plan, decided too go along with his insane friends' plan, mainly because he didn't want to be his friends third wheel anymore. When he finally met Emily he kind of was more dismissive and acting like a dick to her the entire time, until eventually he saw how genuinely upset she was (now to be far to Abel, he really didn't want to go on a date and be lectured every 5 minutes), and tone it down a little bit. Eventually, Abel saw that Emily was genuine in her actions when she said the things that the dumb Seraphims said. Like she holds Heaven's values close to her heart. After realizing that, he asked if he could start over with her and have a second date. Emily, being the sweetheart she is said yes, thinking he just woke up on the wrong side of the bed that morning and was cranky because of that, and decided to give Abel a second chance. Well, that interaction happened 7 years ago, and their relationship is still going well. Well enough that Abel even proposed to Emily, and they're currently engaged right now. However, they won't be getting married anytime soon due to the fact that the other seraphims are very strict with whom they let their own kind will have a relationship with (So their relationship was a huge secret for a long time, even from Sera). Plus, Abel didn't want to have the extermination in the back of his mind when he's at the altar with Emily. So once he tackles those obstacles out of the way, then he and Emily can finally start planning their wedding day.

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Alright, that is it for Abel x Emily. Normally, I just write how they got together and if they stay together. However, I have to mention that I changed Abel and Cain's appearance a tiny bit. When I first made the boys, I made them look more like Adam because I figured we were going to see Eve in the series, so I made them not really having a second parent in mind for them. Then, when I decided to make my version of Eve, I decided to change how Cain and Abel looked a tiny bit to fit both their parents. Therefore, I changed Abel's skin. (I also changed his eyes two also be a mix of Adam and Eve, but I'll show that later)

Still hope you all like it!!!💚💚💚

[rain-fluff]

Journal Eight

For the past month, my mom has been actively trying to clear out unwanted material possessions that take up space in our home. Granted, it is a nice idea as a means to get rid of clutter but it peeves me that included MY personal clutter as well. I can't say that I can condemn her efforts though, at least she's helping with clean up and would asked if I wanted to keep some things or not.

During the process, my mom stumbled across not only old dolls I used to collect (which are probably really pricey now due to them being discontinued) but also my old drawings from primary and secondary school. It was both a cringey and heart-warming experience seeing how much I've grown in terms of my art skills. I just wish that half of it wasn't so cryptic and edgy but alas that is simple apart of youth that you can never escape from. In way, I'm also quite envious of my past self for having a really strong drive for taking the time to draw that much when in comparison to now, I only wish I could have half as much of that energy. I won't get rid of these regardless because I'm someone who clings to past momentos a lot. I should really keep them away somewhere else though.

In terms of entering the second week of Ramadan, I'm glad I can actually fast this year without it being disrupted by my health complications. I couldn't fast at all last year due to me dealing with my PCOS so at least there's more progression this year. However, I still need to take some pills and lose weight; which is something I've been neglecting for a few months now. My hospital check-ups used to be every other month or so but I felt bad going just because the funds add up and I don't really want to burden my parents financially anymore than I already do. It's difficult since they're both retired so I try to make do where I can and do art commissions where I am able.

Speaking of art commissions, I wish I could give more details of a specific client but I hope they don't comission me ever again. They left a rather distasteful comment that made me regret accepting their money in the first place. I'm still grateful for my other clients who have been patient and kind to me for my work delays however. I really hope they don't request more of my work anytime soon because working on their piece definitely more of a chore than it was enjoyable (ironic how that was the exact reason why I dropped out of art school huh).

Asides from that, my new doll is finally in Malaysia! It's still at my friend's place and I'm a bit broke to deal with shipping at the moment (I'm sorry to say that is like the third entry I preface how broke I am) and I still don't quite have clothes for her yet. It's been hard to find cute clothes that aren't too expensive and my shopee cart looks like a whole catalogue for doll clothes now reaching the 100s. I definitely need to clear out my cart here and there.

Well, it's safe to say that week is tiring and I spent most of my weekend sleeping in my hermit hole. Maybe I'll have more to note in my next entry. Maybe I won't but I hope not truly.

-rain

[violetlilysunshine]

HEY BABAY CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR MILESTONEEEEEEE!!! I'm so proud and happy for you! 🥺🥺 Also let me know when you see spiderman, i've been off tumblr for a while because I didnt want to get any spoilers, but i've just seen it and i REALLY wanna hear your thought about it!!!

Also, if you dont mind, could you writr something about actress reader × harry where she plays black cat? I only thought about that lol but it could go like public shipping her with his brother and she has to reasure they are togther or she showing him off on a red carpet. Anything really, you could go angst/fluff/smut anythibg you feel like. ❤❤

I have not seen NWH, and I don't think I will anytime soon so y'all can rest assured that there won't be spoilers on this page (as there aren't with literally any Marvel thing because I'm so behind everyone else). Also idk who you are to let you know when I've watched it, but I guess I'll make a post when I do :)

okay, I am very very very limited in my Marvel knowledge, so the addition of Black Cat will be very limited but I'll try!

Warnings: description of attire ambiguous to include as many as possible (if not everyone), pet names [bub], quite a bit angstier than I'd planed but once I started I couldn't stop

900 Celebration

The day is finally here! Premiere day! To say you're excited is an understatement. You've always dreamed of landing such a big role and you've finally done it.

You're all dressed and made up, ready to go. Your hair styled to perfection, you dress fitting like a glove, and your makeup minimal to let yourself shine. You tried to play off your character, donning a sleek black look and slicked back hair.

You and Harry hadn't made your relationship public yet, but you've been together for almost a year. You'd mentioned something about walking the carpet together, and Harry said he'd hop in a few photos like he always does with Tom, but that's not what you had in mind. You didn't want to push him, so you just told him: "whatever you're comfortable with, so am I," letting him decide how the night goes.

You've taken to the carpet, and you are puled to an interview pretty quickly. Tom's taking most of the attention of the photographers anyway, so you're happy to interview.

"How are you tonight?" the overly-bubbly woman asks.

"I'm just fine, excited to be here!" you smile.

"And happy to be here with Tom?" she prods.

"Of course, Tom lights up any room he's in," you smile, trying to dance around the subject.

"And what's it like working with him?"

"He's a great mentor, a great costar, and a great friend. Anyone would be lucky to work with him," you gush, trying to keep it short and sweet.

"Friend?" she asks with her eyebrows raised, "because there's rumors that you guys are something more. You've been seen at his parents' house, hanging in L.A. together, you guys even vacationed together not too long ago."

"Yes, just friends," you give a tightlipped smile, "he's a great guy to be around, but not my guy."

"By your own choice?"

"Yes, my own choice, he's not my type."

"Alright, moving on then," she laughs trying to keep things lighter sensing the shift in your mood.

You finished the interview and turned to find Harry standing not far from you. He clearly looked upset, and trying to hide it, while he filmed Tom. He couldn't help the pit rolling around in his stomach at the thought of you and his brother.

He didn't even understand why you were with him. You're amazing and beautiful and confident and smart and talented and you deserved someone like Tom. You tell him all the time that you don't want Tom, and he knows that. You've told him again and again, and even Tom has told him, that nothing will ever happen there because all you want is Harry. But right now, in this moment, it's all hitting him like a ton of bricks and he can feel himself spiraling.

You could tell all of the thoughts rolling around in his head and you knew that he had heard the interview.

You walked up behind him, making sure just to tap his arm in case he didn't want to be "couple-y" in front of the cameras.

"Hey, bub," you whispered in his ear.

He grunted in response, forcing a smile in front of all the cameras, "hey."

"You leaned closer making it look like you just couldn't hear each other over all the noise, "I love you, and only you," you breathed, passing the smallest peck to his cheek. Enough for him to feel it, but not enough to be noticed by anyone else.

You could see some of the anger subside from his face and his eyebrows began to unclench slightly as he asked, "why?"

The look on his face and the sound of his voice nearly broke your heart. You didn't want to get into everything at the moment, this was not the time or place, but you gave a simple answer, "because you're you."

He smiled lightly, knowing there would be more to the conversation later, but he was feeling a bit better about the relationship. He just didn't think it would hit this hard hearing the interviewers ask about you and Tom. He sees it on socials all the time, and even laughs about it with Tom and you, but coming from a real person in front of him is different.

"Would you please be my date?" you asked in the quietest whisper you could.

"I thought I already was," he answered cheekily.

You laughed in relief, sensing the change in him already, "then take some photos with me," you fired back.

He thought for a second and you figured he'd say no, but he passed his camera to Sam, warning him not to mess it up, and took to the carpet with you.

He took your hand in his, leading you over before securing a hand around your waist. You watched him closely, the gears turning over and over in his brain, "just you and me," you whispered, gripping around his shoulder as you shimmied closer.

"You and me," he whispered back.

[aphshipsandfusions]

Fusions: age and appearance

((A lil drawing I made, I wanna make one for all of them but I'd end up not doing it. PruAus is my fav design as of now, second is CanUkr.))

Sorry if I hadn't been active, I was a little caught up with a lot of things. So as an apology, I'll talk about the lore behind the Fusions, more specifically, their ages and appearance. There might be a couple of changes in the future, but I'll just mention the stuff that's worth mentioning.

PruAus's age is around 11-12, though I intended for him to be a little older, I thought "That won't work. Maybe." He's also "unsure of who he is" and if that's not enough context then I'll expand on it someday.

Anyway, their physical age isn't the same with their actual age. The average physical age of a fusion is around 11-20 years old, but they could be older or younger. Ages can also change depending on the status of the ship they're representing. If they're a mainstream ship (GerIta, for example), her age isn't likely to change anytime. But if they're a rare ship (FraSpa, for example), their age can vary a bit. They could be around 19 one day and 11 years old the next.

Enough about the physical age, their actual age is actually around 10-13 years old? Probably as old as the anime. I planned to have their actual age match up with the manga/webcomic's age, but the thing is, I'm not sure when it actually began. I've heard that it began around 2006, but others say it began around 2004 or 2005. Tell me if I'm wrong so that I can fix up some stuff in the future.

Since a lot of the Fusions have common "parents", it's not really unusual to find similarities and differences between them, both in looks and personality. A great example for this is Giripan and Asakiku.

Their "common parent" is Japan, so they are alike in some ways but are also different from each other. Their personalities are similar in a way, but Asa-kun is withdrawn and blunt, while Giri-chan is just...tired in a sleepy way (almost carefree actually).

Japan's looks are dominant with Asakiku, he could even be confused with Japan. The only thing that gives him away is his constant bed head hairstyle (like England's), his thick eyebrows and green eyes (again, credits to England). Giripan's looks are a little different though, some might even say that she looked a bit like Ancient Greece.

There are also some Fusions who're a little older/younger than they appear to be.

Sufin and Rusame look a little older than their physical age, I still haven't decided whether it's something that occurs randomly or has some deeper meaning, I heard that children and teens mature early in Europe and North America so maybe this is why? I honestly don't know, I live in Asia and some people here are still baby faced even if they're already 30-ish (my cousin is living proof of this).

Anyway, that's all for now. I'll be doing some research first before I continue with stuff like this. Also, I was wondering if I should give them human names because some awesome person on Insta asked me if they could call Usuk Albert and I can't stop thinking about it and I'm just asjdjfksl.

I'll be answering asks soon, don't worry (❛‿❛)!

[solo-pitstop-vibes]

Don’t Have to Tell Me Twice

A/N: I wrote this one kinda quick, maybe it’s not too bad. I’m trying to really work on my writing so I’m going to try to get the part two for Come Home to Me out soon. Enjoy!

Words: 2,333

"The murmur is gone."

The words that stopped your heart, your breathing, and echoed in your mind for weeks, months, days, and years. The second those four words slipped from your sweet Eugene's lips, your world stopped. You held it together, but that night you cried yourself to sleep. You knew Gene would be shipping off soon, off to fight the war that he had so desperately been trying to claw his way to. You didn't want him to go, you knew better than to beg, so you didn't dare ask him to stay. His heart was with the war, and if he didn't go, his heart would never be at home. So you collected yourself the best you could and came to terms with him leaving. You didn't know how long he'd be gone or if you'd ever see him again. You two had known each other for several years now, him being the first person you met when your family moved to town when you were 13, and now you were inseparable. You and Eugene had just been together as a couple for about 9 months when he shipped out.

Seeing him off at the train station almost broke your heart entirely. Especially when he gave you that adorable half-smile of his standing out on the platform.

"You better not run off and find another gal on your way home when the war is over," you had said, in an attempt to lighten the mood, a small grin on your face.

"I'll try my hardest darlin'. Ain't nobody as pretty as you though, gotta make sure I come home so no one steals the prettiest girl in Mobile out from under me," Eugene smiles that smile that made you fall in love with him all over again, and your blush could be seen a mile away. The whistle of the train caught your attention and broke your smiles. It was time.

"Don't forget, mother and father want you over for supper every Sunday afternoon, and you can take Deacon on a walk anytime you like. Don't be shy, they love you," Eugene reminded you.

"I know, Gene. Thank you for reminding me, I'll make sure to give Deacon extra lovin' since you won't be there to spoil him." That dog had gone everywhere with you two the past few years, he had become like a child between the pair of you. You never saw you two without Deacon. The train whistle blew again, meaning it was time for Eugene to board. Tears had started to well up in your eyes, and Eugene pulled you into a tight embrace.

"Don't cry, sweetheart. I'll be back, I promise. I love you (Y/N)."

You hugged him back with everything in your body before pulling away.

"I love you too Eugene," your hands settled on his chest and his came up to cup your face, pulling your lips to his. You knew the next kiss shared between you two would a very long time from then, but you never thought it would be nearly 4 years later. In your heart, it felt like an eternity.

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Life had been passing by, but not truly lived while Eugene was away. You had kept Gene's reminder in check, and you had supper with his family every Sunday evening and walked Deacon at least every other day. Since Eugene had been gone, you had moved out of your family's house into a small one bedroom house closer to town. It was exactly what you wanted, and everything you could ask for. Your parents had offered to help you purchase the small home, in exchange that you took classes at Alabama Polytechnic, and kept a small job. Three or four days out of the week after your last midday class, you were an assistant in the office at the elementary school downtown. You always loved seeing the kids during the school year, and when the summers rolled around, they always let you help out the rest of the staff with any repainting they did around the school. Most of the staff had gotten to know you, so they always tried to keep you busy and your thoughts off the constant worry in your mind.

To everyone else, it seemed as if you were doing just fine, but on the inside, you were a pile of shattered glass. Each waking moment was a struggle, every moment was filled with dread and worry. Your worst nightmare was hearing the news that no one wanted to hear, the news that made mothers, fathers, siblings, and significant others crash to their knees and weep. Each letter from Eugene was a small relief, but his letters were filled with glimpses into the hell he was living. He tried his hardest to spare you the gore and the hideous details of each day in the Pacific, but you knew he was struggling to keep it together. You did your best writing him back, you never wanted to glorify the quaint life of Mobile. That was a cruel thing to do to a man in war. Eugene's letters often came months late, and you may only receive one every 3-5 months. When you other best fried, Sidney Phillips returned from the Pacific, he did his best to comfort you when you were down. Although, he was still trying to help himself to recover from the horrors he had seen in the war himself. Since Sid's return home, you both decided to at least have lunch with each other once a week, usually every Tuesday. You were actually the one to help him get up the courage to finally ask Mary Houston it, a girl he had been pinning after since he was a young teenager. After a few months of them dating, Mary started joining you two for lunch, and you and her became friends. This became your routine, every Tuesday you three would meet at the little diner downtown, have lunch, talk, and enjoy each other's company. A year passed and one day, the couple sitting across from you couldn't stop smiling at each other. It warmed your heart to see them so happy together, but this affection was a little more than usual.

"Okay, you two," you giggle, setting your coffee cup down on the table in front of you, "y'all haven't stopped smiling at each other since you walked up. Something tells me that something is goin' on here that I just don't know about yet. You best spill the beans before I have to pull it out of ya."

They both laughed and Sid caught your gaze, a broad smile on his face. It clicked in your head and you already knew what he was about to say. A genuine smile spread across your cheeks, "Well Sid I hate to tell ya, but you might have a few men try to jump you when you announce that the Mary Houston is officially off the market for good." You all laughed and Mary gushed about how romantic it was when Sid asked her to marry him. Their engagement started a new branch of your life that helped you pull through each day. Mary began including you in things with her friends, and she always had a list of things to ask your opinion on each Tuesday. You never let the news break to Gene, Sid said he wanted to break the news to him himself, so you kindly agreed. You helped them plan their small engagement party, which was held at the new banquet hall down by the bay. That night, your heart ached that you couldn't have Eugene by your side, but you put a smile on your face for everyone. The wedding creating a new thread in life for you, which helped brighten your days. The couple decided to wait until the war was over to have the ceremony, mainly due to the fact that Sidney wanted Eugene to be his best man, even though you offered to wear one of Eugene's old suit coats over your dress and be a stand-in. He declined the offer, saying you were too pretty to be standing in for Eugene, that he needed the real deal.

Between the wedding planning, working at the elementary school, and attending college, before you knew it, another year had passed. You were painting a large cartoon farm in one of the halls at the elementary school when the news rang out on the radio nearby. The other ladies helping you paint went frantic.

"The war is over!"

"The troops are coming home!"

"No more war!"

You were stunned, the paintbrush still tight in your hand.

"(Y/n)! Aren't you excited, your lover boy is coming home!" That comment caught you, and the rest of the day, you couldn't wipe the smile off your face.

You called Sid the second you got home, questions flying from our lips. When do you think Gene would be home? Do you think he'll come straight home? You also told him to ask Mary what you should wear to the train station. He only laughed and said, "Slow down speedy, I don't know the answer to every question you've got now. We'll just have to hear from Gene first, he can answer more than I can. He might be rounded up for some cleanup work, so it could be another few months, but Mary said she'd come over tomorrow to help you find something."

Turns out a few months ended up being six before you finally got word from Eugene that he'd be home soon. You were ecstatic, well that was more of an understatement. Your mood improved, your smile brightened, and your heart ached less knowing Eugene would be returning home, alive. The exact date of Eugene's arrival was kept strictly between him and Sid, Eugene said he wanted it to be a surprise, which you hated. That boy was going to be the death of you as if he hadn't caused you any heart troubles already. Awaiting Eugene's arrival you tried to keep yourself busy instead of just staring out the window all day, and Eugene's mother was a huge help. It was currently a cool fall evening, you were at the Sledge household helping Mrs. Sledge do some cleaning. She was inside washing some of her glass plates and cups that she had on display in the dining room, and you were outside hanging freshly washed bedsheets, curtains, and other linens. Humming to yourself lightly, you hung up a bedsheet. The soft fabric flowing in the wind as you pinned the corners to the clothesline.

"(Y/N), dear! You have a visitor, I'm sending them out to you," Mary Frank's voice rang out from the back steps. You didn't bother shouting out a response, not wanting to try and yell across the yard. It was probably either Mary Houston or Sidney. Anytime they couldn't find you or get ahold of you, they always came here. You hang up the last sheet in your basket and smooth it out before you finally lookup. Your heart stops, and you freeze in your place. Through the sheets floating in the wind, you catch a glimpse of dark green moving towards you. Maybe I'm just seeing things, you thought.

"Gene," your voice is barely above a whisper, the words struggling to come out. The wind blows harder this time, the sheets floating through the air almost horizontal this time, and that's when you see all of him. The black shoes, the dark green pants, and coat, with a hat to match. He looks so different but just the same, all at the same time. His skin is tan, his shoulders are broader, and he stands taller than before. He makes his way to you, your breathing uneven, your hands shaking. Please don't be a dream, if it is, so help me God. Eugene stands a few feet from you now, that smile that you love so much appearing on his lips. You didn't think your heart could beat any quicker, but, oh boy, weren't you wrong.

"My mother tells me that I'd be able to find the prettiest girl in Mobile out here, you wouldn't happen to know her would ya?"

His voice was slightly deeper, rougher but it sends waves of comfort through you. A smile broke out on your face, a faint blush covering your cheeks. Before you knew it, your body lurched towards Eugene's and you had wrapped your arms around him in a hug. Tears rolled down your cheeks as Eugene gently pulled your head from his neck, using his thumbs to wipe the tears. "Don't waste those tears on me, I'm home now. You don't have to worry anymore darlin'."

"Ya know, Mitch Haygood kept asking me on a date at least once a month while you were gone, he made the mistake of catching me out with your mother about six months ago. Let's just say, he never asked again," you both broke out into giggles, both knowing how Eugene's mother can be.

"I'm glad she handled it so I wouldn't have to go give him a talking to when I got back. Can't have anyone stealing my girl when I'm away," Eugene replied looking down at you. He simply held you there after he spoke, just looking at you. His hands were cupped around your cheeks and jaw, his thumbs brushing your cheekbones. Your hands grip at the uniform cinched at his waist. His tongue reached out to quickly swipe across his lips. You hadn't kissed those lips in four years, and if you didn't soon you felt like your heart was going to jump out of your chest.

"You better kiss me, Eugene Sledge, before I go calling Mitch Haygood."

With a crack of that beautiful smile and a small rumble in his chest, Eugene replied, "Don't have to tell me twice, sweetheart."