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m4rs-ex3 · 3 months ago
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ok i figured it out
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same vibes
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designerpvssy · 7 months ago
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As you can see, 𝙄'𝙢 𝙢𝙨.𝙨𝙠𝙮𝙮; the founder of 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙥𝙫𝙨𝙨𝙮.𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙥 where you can read the most filthiest, nastiest, toe-curlying one shots you'll ever read all for free, I know- generous aren't I? And while I am quite new within the writing business, I will take requests if given respectfully (bc I'll respectfully cuss you out if you come at me with any sorta disrespect) and if I don't respond to your ask it's probably because I didn't feel comfortable doing so.
So I'd like it if people could understand and respect that and as far as boundaries- here you can find what I will and will not tolerate along with what I don't and won't write for.
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I write for mostly All fandoms just not smvt for the minors that are in them and that includes aging them up but whatsoever I don't judge people who do write for them because that's their choice just know you won't catch me reading it.
But besides that my lil shoppers- check out my products, feel free to send in requests for custom content and enjoy! (⁠ʃ⁠ƪ⁠^⁠3⁠^)~♡
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thoughtartistry · 2 months ago
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You can never have too many, not my car. 👻
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ministry-of-acid · 6 months ago
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omg yet another party weekend for me! I made Desolation take some pics for fursuit friday I'll post tomorrow and I should, motivation willing, pick up the slack with my zines as of late and have one out by sunday (two whole days of nothing but writing, a real treat!)
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officialbillhader · 1 year ago
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Just tried on all my pants and ive got 4 pairs im def getting rid of bc they dont fit anymore and 3 pairs im not getting rid of but i probably should bc they dont really fit either
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andhumanslovedstories · 1 month ago
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for people who also have a mild impulse shopping problem, I've found it useful to identify the itch I want to scratch: is it spending money or is it getting things? If it's spending money, I trick my brain by paying off something I owe. Like a few years back when I was feeling dangerously shoppy, I would drop a big chunk of change as a student loan payment. When I was buying an entire new mouth of teeth, I'd transfer money from my checking to my secret ultra hard to access tooth account.
If paying myself or paying a debt doesn't work, I find a charity or gofundme that's worth supporting. (You gotta be careful with that last one, it's really easy to be spend way more than you should, budget-wise, because it makes spending money feel good morally, which can be an incentive to keep going.) I also like to keep cash on hand so if I see someone who needs money, I can give it to them. It's a financial decision made impulsively for an opportunity I won't get again (giving $20 to this exact person at this moment of need). All this soothes the spending beast inside of me, and I don't deal with the Money Shame that comes with $100 of amazon orders.
If I want to acquire things, I download a lot of research articles I know I probably won't read, or I get an enormous stack of books from the library that would be impossible to finish before I have to return them, or I'll download a bunch of albums I tell myself I'll get to someday. Sometimes it's enough to just make a list of things of things I want to do or own. A list of one hundred movies I've curated from best of lists that in this moment I feel motivated to watch. Add tv shows to my watch list on netflix. Add fics to my "to read" list on ao3. Anything that feels like I'm adding to a hoard.
If I still want to shop, well, I'm probably gonna spend more money than I mean to, but I at least make sure I'm deliberate about my spending. If I'm gonna blow my cash on something, it should at least be worth it. That means either very cool or very useful. And honestly, the things you tell yourself are useful while in the shopping haze are never that useful, so you might as well go for very cool.
This is all to say I fell into a trance last night and this morning woke to receipts and tracking info from etsy dot com. And I am like "yikes." But I did get something that is so so so stupid that I can't wait to show it to you all when it arrives.
#b.
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schrodingers-deadbitch · 1 year ago
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Half A Corpse
Chapter One
The soft hum of the radio filled the silent car ride, the four bodies inside somewhat anticipating what was to come. It had been a couple of days since they had left the ruins of Amity and were making their way to their new home in Gotham.
If any of them had their own way they would have stayed in Amity and mourned what they had lost. Every Amity Parker would have, even Dan. But with some prompting from none other than Clockwork, they all made their way to their new homes. Where was that? Wherever their hearts took them.
Most, like the Nightingale's, left for Gotham. Others, Metropolis. Some strayed from the trend and moved to places like Central City or even far into the countryside. But it was as Clockwork said, and they went where their hearts took them.
“This place smells of death.”
Jazz couldn't tell if her sister was complaining or not but she wouldn't blame her if she were.
“Haven't you been to Gotham before?” She asked, her eyes drifting upwards to the rear view mirror to look at Dani, only to see her sitting upside down. “Also if you keep that up I'll be the one going to jail not you.”
“It was actually the first place I went because I thought it was interesting,” She said while shifting herself into an upright position “but I could sense that it was someone's haunt so I didn't intrude.”
“Good thing you didn't. She doesn't have the ability to deal with many of the issues within her city but Lady Gotham is a powerful spirit nonetheless, and doesn't do well with outside ghosts.” Dan stated, putting down his book to give his full attention to his little sister.
“Well if that's the case why did she let us in?”
“Because Clockwork and I asked very nicely.” Danny yawned at her. He was still waking up from his nap. He was very, very tired.
Dani didn't ask any more questions. She was already off of that topic and was now observing the city around her. She was completely enamored. Fascinated by how well both the modern and gothic architecture complemented each other. To her (and probably everyone else in the car);
“It gives dark academia vibes, ya know! Just modern. And with lots of crime.” Her voice filled with awe and wonder.
“Excusing the fact that you've been on the internet too much as of late, it would have been better if there was a little more sunlight.”
They all couldn't have agreed more. True to every Gothamite's words, the sun did not shine in Gotham. And with all the smog, probably never will.
From there on the car ride was filled with convocation. Everyone had something to say about their new city. Their new home.
***
Danny never thought that he would be having a conversation with Sam about what it meant to be low-key but here he was.
“Yeah, I know you said that you wanted something low-key but there was no way I was going to let you guys live in some shabby apartment. So I bought a place and renovated it for you guys.”
Danny rubbed his temples feeling a headache coming on. “Yeah okay I thank you for that. But what's the cafe, book shoppy thing down bottom huh?”
“Well you guys said that you wanted to be self-sufficient.” Sam stated as if that would answer his question. Based on pure context alone it did.
"Sam, you know we literally live in a place called Crime. Alley. Right? I know we border the Narrows but that's not the point.”
She sighed. “You guys refused my help because you said it would ‘feel like using me’, “ Danny could just hear the air quotes from over the line, “but let's face it! Jazz is doing college full time and you and Dani will be going to school. The only person left to work in Dan. And no offense to him but he looks shady AF.”
A shout came from the other side of the house informing them that no offense was taken.
“Anyways,” she continued “Dan looks hella shady. And from what I can tell, no one's gonna hire a shady person. Especially if they come from Crime Alley or the Narrows. The only work he would probably get is from a shady garage or joining a gang and doing straight up crime.”
Danny sighed and shook his head, plopping himself into one of the beanbag chairs Sam furnished the house with. She had a point and she was also painting a clear image in his head about how that would work out.
“Besides, I set up a protection circle after renovations were finished and I've gotta say it's the best work I've done yet.”
He could feel Sam's pride through the phone. She was probably puffing up her chest like a peacock.
“Yeah I felt it coming in. I don't know shit about magic but I could tell that it was pretty good. What does it do again?”
The next hour was filled with endless chatter between the two. It became even longer once Tucker joined the conversation.
Jazz couldn't help but watch her little brother talk so animatedly with his friends. He just looked so happy. Like everything that had happened to them didn't even happen. It was kinda unnerving. What she was seeing here, the happy go lucky boy she saw in the orphanage all those years ago, and what she saw a couple back just wasn't adding up. That couldn't have been her brother. It couldn't. But it was.
Her breathing was becoming ragged as she started to shake. She sighed in relief feeling the presence of Dan beside her.
“He's going to remember, you know.” He said, handing her a cup of jasmine tea. She took it gratefully and Dan continued. “Clockwork said that the seals would break eventually-”
“He also said that he needed a trigger.” She snapped at him. After a moment of realization she apologized. He continued.
“CW doesn't do anything uncalculated Jazz I just want you to know that.”
“What do you mean by that?” She asked, her voice quivering a bit.
“He had a whole life before he met you, Jazz. One he doesn't remember. That should say something sis.”
He walked away before she could say anything else.
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regretevator-headcanons · 6 months ago
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Do you understand Scag? I do.
This is a big list of dialogue meant to highlight Scag's writing quirks, which may be useful in fanfiction and roleplay. I've been so fascinated by Scag and her dialogue that I had to do this.
Basics
Scag uses a lot of Internet slang, which makes sense because she is a TV that knows a lot about old computer programs and make references to streamer lingo. The most obvious of this is "How do I ban this guy chat" (to Pest) and "Yours... not so peak" (to Prototype), including suffixes like -core, -maxxer or -maxxing, and -filled.
She also has a fairly inconsistent typing pattern when it comes to capitalization.
The Suffixes
The suffixes are the weirdest part of Scag's dialogue, especially if you don't know about Internet speak so much. I will unfortunately have to explain some of this to you.
-core
core is often applied to make new genres of aesthetic or music (think scenecore, emocore, weirdcore, and horrorcore). The way that Scag uses it is as an adjective, usually to describe a person or item belonging to a certain group.
Examples: "HORRIBLECORE" (when sprayed with water), "SWEETCORE" (when given roses), "go get cleancore soon though" (talking to Mark about sawdust), "WINCORE" (talking to Prototype about watching CDs), "IT ADDS TO THE AESTHETICCORE!" (talking to Reddy about sparking animatronics), "Dude thats like scagcore" (when Spud! mentions having an old TV monitor like her)
It's noticeable that "win" by itself is already technically considered slang, similar to saying "w" (which is win). I find it funny Scag still says -core at the end of it though.
-maxx, -maxxing, -maxxer
-maxx is a suffix that has been applied to mean "getting the maximum output for the minimum input", essentially meaning to work smart and not hard. Scag mainly applies this word to mean something done thoroughly.
Examples: "Spellmaxx this out for me real quick" (to Wallter)
-maxxing is the big one used in most of Scag's dialogue.
-maxxer is used to describe when you are a part of a group that does the above. She only uses this word twice, once to describe Prototype and the other to talk to Spud!.
Examples: "the friendfilled visitmaxxer" (to Prototype), "dont fret spudmaxxer, you'll probably find your home" (to Spud!)
filled
-filled is used similarly to "pilled" where it's an adverb to describe a lot of something, similar to -maxx. For example, "humorpilled" is "full of humor" and its context is used in a joke.
Examples: "OH you don't get the humorfilled joke do you" (to Gnarpy about a television joke), "happy joyous birthdayfilled occasion btw" (to Poob about their birthday), and "Your projects can range up to skyscraperfilled heights???" (to Wallter talking about construction)
head
In some chats with a few characters, Scag uses the suffix "head" to describe when someone is performing an action that is intrinsic to their character. For example, when she mentions commissioning Wallter for her floppy shoppy floor, she says, "I'm glad I commissionheaded you for the building LOL"
Scag calls herself a "computerhead" when requesting that Bive doesn't use her like a computer, and refers to FleshCousin as a "parrothead" when it is mimicking her words.
Capitalization (and lack of consistency)
Depending on who Scag is talking to, the capitalization of her sentences and words vary. Sometimes I'ms are capitalized but sometimes they're stylized as i'm (lowercased).
It seems a lot of Scag's capitalization style goes down to how she feels, for example;
Excitement or emphasis — All caps, examples being: "DUDE / Your sillytalk is on POINT" (to Split on hearing her jokes), "Hrm..... / a floppyshoppy tower... / ONE DAY" (to Wallter on talking about construction), "ARE YOU READY FOR / GAMEUM NIGHT ULTIMATE 10000 / with exclusive puzzlefilled fun." (to Prototype as a dialogue opener)
Quiet/Introspective — A very rare side of Scag, she often talks in lowercase if thinking or talking in a more quieter tone. Some examples are when she talks to Split, "ermm... / methinks that the little hamsters in my internal structure has stopped the production of joyfilled thoughts..." as well as her talking to Spud, upon realizing that he doesn't know where his home is, "wuh oh / dont fret spudmaxxer, you'll probably find your home"
Punctuation
Scag uses a lot of periods, but she also often ends sentences without any sort of punctuation whatsoever. When she uses punctuations, she often also uses an excess amount of ellipses to drive her point home.
Examples: "uhuhh....... / LAME" (to Reddy about FNARB), “Hrm..... / a floppyshoppy tower... / ONE DAY.” (to Wallter about his construction), "... / cringeeee" (to Mark about being old or whatever)
There are whole interactions where Scag doesn't use punctuation, such as her talk with PartyNoob, entering the elevator, being showered in rose petals, and her idles.
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geralts-yenn · 1 year ago
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I need you now
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Evan Marshall x female reader (second-person pov)
summary: after an accident, your cute neighbor takes care of you
warnings: mention of a car accident, reader gets an injection, has a broken arm, that's it, I think
word count: 3,6k
A/N: A sweet nonnie asked me to write some Evan fluff. My first thought was "Another WIP, I can't do that!" But then the little devil on my shoulder whispered "You always wanted to write for Evan!" And one sleepless night later, I had the plot for this in my head.
Hope you like it, nonnie!
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Slowly, you tried to open your eyes, but everything was just a blurry mix of colors. You realized you felt hot streaks running down your cheeks and assumed that tears must be the reason for your limited sight. Other than that, the only thing you noticed was a piercing pain in your left arm. The kind of pain that suffocates all other senses. 
You didn’t know how long you sat there but after some time your body moved. You blinked again and saw a blurred face hovering above you.
“Hey, ma’am, can you talk to me? What’s your name?” You wanted to nod but realized that your head wasn’t moving. With difficulty, you drawled out your name.
“Okay, that’s good! Are you experiencing pain right now? Do you recall what happened?” You told the guy about your arm and after some thinking you remembered being on your way to run some errands when suddenly there was a loud bang and your car spun around in circles. Then another bang. That was all you knew.
The man kept talking to you, his voice deep and soothing, even if you couldn’t follow what he was saying. Then you felt a sting on your other arm, followed by the sensation of ice running up your arm through your veins. 
After this, everything got clearer with every minute. And the pain in your arm slowly faded. You opened your eyes once more, and now the face in front of you wasn’t blurry anymore. In fact, it was gorgeous. Sharp jaw, covered in maybe three days of hair growth. Dimples on his nose and on his chin. Blue eyes with lashes to die for watching you attentively. Oh, he’s cute. And somehow familiar. You heard a chuckle and realized you probably said this out loud. But you were still too dizzy to really care. 
“Your arm is broken, but apart from that, you seem to be fine. We'll take you to the hospital, but I think there's not much to worry about. You'll get a cast and some painkillers for the next few days.”
Your gaze was still on the medic that was now sitting beside you. And you finally recalled why he looked so familiar. 
He was the guy who ran by your kitchen window every morning. You had seen him the first day after you moved into your new home, he lived across the street from you. 
“You're my neighbor,” you told him with a stupid smile on your face. So you were still a little confused because if you were thinking straight you would have been too shy to tell him.
He looked at you curiously, but then you saw how it clicked. “Yeah, the house with the blue door. You're the girl who moved in recently.”  He gave you a warm smile. “I'm Evan.”
***
There was a knock on the door and you wondered who it could be. You didn't know anyone in this town and you hadn't ordered anything. Maybe it was the police, wanting some more information about the guy that cut you off and hit your car. 
But you would have never suspected to see Evan when you opened the door. 
“Hey! I just wanted to check on you and see if you need anything.” His smile was adorable. You greeted him and let him in, even if you were painfully aware of how horribly you must have looked. 
You told him that you were doing fine. You really did, considering the fact that you had a cast up to your shoulder and you were living alone, most of your stuff still packed away in boxes. So, objectively, you were probably not doing too fine.
And that's what Evan noticed, too, when he saw the plate with the left-overs of dry pasta and ketchup that you've been eating. You were on your way to grocery shopping when you had your accident, so your fridge was almost empty.  Evan looked at you with a frown. 
“And now the honest answer?” He was probably trying to look stern but you couldn't think of anything else as "puppy". 
But you admitted that it would be helpful if he could get you some food and maybe he could also go find the box with your books because you were already bored as hell, not being able to do anything but sit around. 
Evan opened the fridge and made mental notes of what was missing. Then he accompanied you to your bedroom and after opening some boxes, you finally had a book to spend some time with. 
When Evan was gone to get your groceries, your mind went back to how his shirt was riding up his stomach when he reached for your boxes and you had gotten a glimpse at his toned abs. 
You decided you needed to stop thirsting over the nice guy who only wanted to help you, so you carefully sank onto the couch. There was a cup of tea that Evan had made for you before he left and you sighed contently as you opened your book. 
You were about fifty pages in when you realized that your brain had made the male protagonist in your story look like Evan. Maybe you should have been embarrassed, but to be honest, who could blame you? He was incredibly attractive and you were just a woman, not a saint.
You had just arrived at the scene where your book hero admitted his feelings to the oblivious main character and they shared a first kiss, when there was a knock on the door again. 
And seeing the real Evan standing there, packed with bags, did so much more to your heart than the story you were reading. And the way he moved so comfortably around in your kitchen, stowing away the things he got for you, you couldn’t help but think that he really fitted well into your home. Damn, so you really had a crush on him! 
You were trying to help Evan, but he took everything you picked up out of your hand, just asking you where to put it. When everything was put aside, you made your way to the door. 
“Thank you so much, Evan. You really saved me today.” But Evan didn’t follow you. He kept leaning against the kitchen counter with his adorable smile only widening. 
“I’m not done yet. You need to eat some real food. Let me cook something for you, please.” Now, that was unexpected. How could you say no to that? And so Evan started chopping vegetables while you sat back on the couch with your book, as he had insisted. 
Soon the room was filled with the scent of the curry he was preparing for you. Every now and then you glanced over at him and your heart skipped a beat when he caught you and winked, dimples forming on his cheeks by the way he smiled. 
You got up and eventually Evan let you help to set the table and then you both sat there with a plate of curry in front of you. Evan looked at you expectantly as you took the first bite.
“Oh my god! This is delicious. How can I ever make up for your help, Evan?” He chuckled and shook his head. 
“You don’t have to make up for anything. I love cooking and having someone to share a meal actually makes it so much more fun.” 
You chatted about your work and the town and whatever came to your mind while eating and everything felt just incredibly comfy and easy. Evan put the left-overs into your fridge so you could warm them up. And then, of course, he also took it upon himself to do the dishes. You wouldn’t let him, but he was having none of it. 
But then he had put the last plate into the cabinet and it was about time for him to leave. You didn’t want him to, but you would have never told him. So he was standing on your porch, smiling at you. For a second, you considered if kissing his cheek was an option, but you didn’t dare. 
“Thank you, Evan, really! You are my hero today.” To your surprise, he wrapped an arm around you and hugged you. It was a little awkward with your cast in the way, but nevertheless your heart skipped a beat when you felt his touch. 
***
The next day you spent with more reading. And more daydreaming about the man who had turned your life upside down in an instant. You ate the rest of his curry around midday, and the memories of the last night its taste brought back were too sweet. 
You had been sleeping on the couch for a while when you heard the knock on the door. Could this be Evan again? He hadn’t said anything about coming back yesterday. 
You could have jumped for joy when he really stood there at your door. 
“Hey! Are you hungry? I brought some steaks.” He held up a bag. 
This time he actually let you help him. At least the little things you could manage to do with one hand. Evan cut the potatoes and vegetables and put them on a tray, while you were allowed to put the olive oil and herbs on top. When they were in the oven, you started to set the table while Evan took care of the steaks. 
When you both sat at the table and you looked down on your plate, you started to laugh. Evan frowned but then he realized his mistake. 
“Oh shit! I haven’t thought of that. Damn!” Quickly, he moved around the table and squatted down beside you. He took your cutlery and began to cut your steak and vegetables into small pieces, his arms wrapped around you and his chest pressed against your back.
You could feel his breath on your neck and it took all of your willpower not to turn your head and kiss him. Way too soon, all your food was chopped into small enough pieces and Evan was back in his chair. Again, talking to him was so easy and sitting there and eating with him next to you felt incredibly cozy.
Some of the pieces of food were a bit unruly and you had to fight to get them on your fork with one hand. Evan noticed and leaned over. He put them on his own fork and held it out for you. And damn, having this man feed you this delicious meal made you feel things. You watched his slender fingers wrapped around his fork moving to your mouth and you thought about what you wanted those hands to do to you. 
After taking a deep breath, trying to keep your composure, you locked your eyes with Evan. And for the first time you noticed something in his gaze that told you that maybe you weren’t the only one that felt like this. Evan watched you with hooded eyes and licked his upper lip as you took another bite from him. 
The rest of the time you spent eating, you dwelled on how to tell Evan about your growing feelings. This was all happening way too fast for your liking. And the fact that you couldn’t just ask him out on a date because you were forced to stay at home with that stupid cast, sitting here in an old shirt and sweatpants was utterly annoying. Without coming to any conclusion, you just helped Evan to put away the dishes he had washed and then he grabbed his jacket. 
“Hey, can we share numbers? I thought that it would be a good idea. You could send me a text when you need something.” 
‘I need you now’ probably wasn’t the text he had in mind, but it was the first thing that came into your mind, and somehow it felt good to know that you had the opportunity to do this if you ever were brave enough.
As you said goodbye to each other, this time you expected the embrace, so it wasn’t that awkward anymore. But Evan surprised you another time when his lips brushed gently over your cheek. “Good night. Tomorrow I have to work the evening shift. Would you mind if I got us breakfast?” 
***
You hardly slept at all, pondering about your feelings and cursing about the cast that was in your way, no matter how you turned. 
A look in the mirror after you got up made you curse even more. Damn! You managed to wash yourself and you could change your pants. But you just couldn’t get out of that stupid shirt and after three days in it, it was wrinkled and you thought it was smelly too. And your hair!
You tried to comb through it as good as possible with your good arm, but it still looked awful. You needed to wash it, but how? Taking a shower wasn’t an option, and you needed two hands to wash it in the sink or in the bath tub. 
Long story short, you felt like shit. And thinking of Evan seeing you like this wasn’t improving your mood. Okay, he had seen you twelve hours earlier, and probably you didn’t look considerably worse. But twelve hours earlier, you hadn’t yet realized just how much you felt for Evan. At least you hadn’t admitted it to yourself.
Speaking of, there was the knock on the door. 
“Hey! Good morning!” He greeted you with the smile that you had grown to love, but today you didn’t reciprocate. You barely nodded as you let him in. And of course Evan immediately knew something was off. 
“Hey, are you in pain?” He guided you to sit on the couch and squatted down in front of you, switching to paramedic mode instantly. You shook your head but Evan didn’t let go of you. “What’s the matter? You’re not okay!” 
Lacking of other ideas what you could tell him, you went for the truth. At least for half of it.
“I feel horrible. I need to get out of those smelly clothes and I really need to wash my hair.” 
Evan let out a breath he was holding when he heard you. 
“Oh, sweetheart! First of all, you’re not smelly.” He chuckled. “And I can help you with that. I’m a medic, if you forgot.” You hadn’t even thought of that option. And now it was too late to wonder if you were comfortable with Evan doing this for you. Because by now you knew how stubborn Evan was and he surely wouldn’t leave you without helping you. 
He guided you to your bedroom. “Do you have a shirt with buttons or a zipper? It would be easier for you to undress with that.” He looked around in the chaos of boxes that were still spread over the room. 
“I think there should be a zip hoodie in this one.” You pointed to a box standing on top of your bookshelf. Evan fished for it and started to browse through it. As you poked over his shoulder you realized your mistake too late. Evan carefully put your lingerie aside and acted as if he hadn’t seen it, though you noticed his ears reddening. Finally he held the hoodie in his hands. 
That was when you recognized the next problem. You weren’t wearing a bra. You couldn’t let Evan help you into the hoodie with no bra on. There was just so much embarrassment you could endure. But you weren’t wearing a bra for a reason, you weren’t able to close the clasp, dammit.
“Uhm, I may need you to help me into a bra first.” You hid your timidity behind your hand. All of this was not at all how you had imagined getting closer to Evan. In fact, it was so absolutely awkward that it was almost funny. Almost!
Evan’s ears reddened further, even if he told you that this wasn’t a problem at all. You managed to fumble a bra under your shirt and pressed it against your chest. Evan’s hands moved under the shirt, too, and you held your breath when his fingers brushed over your skin. He skillfully closed the bra without needing to look at it, which you were very thankful for. 
Next, your shirt had to be removed. Now this wasn't as easy. Evan helped you out of the sleeve with your good arm. Okay. Then he grabbed the hem of your shirt and locked his eyes with you, silently asking for your consent to lift it. This felt incredibly intimate. It WAS incredibly intimate and you were surprised at how comfortable you still felt.
Evan pulled your shirt up and over your head. You heard him taking a breath before he pulled the shirt sideways over your cast as carefully as possible. When your head was free again you looked at him and he gave you a shy but encouraging smile. 
Evan circled you to stand behind you. Probably so he didn't need to focus so much not to drop his gaze to your chest, you thought, and to your own surprise it amused you. This was probably the most awkward way of flirting you had ever done, but it worked. 
He helped you get into the sleeves of the hoodie. Without him, you wouldn't have managed to get it over your cast. And the way his hands moved over your arms and shoulders to adjust the fabric made you feel butterflies flutter in your stomach.
Then his hands wrapped around your waist to close the zipper. More butterflies. You really tried to suppress the moan as you felt his touch but it slipped your mouth. And it got you a sharp inhale of Evan in response.  But in the end you were decent again.
“Uhm, bathroom?” Evan's voice told you how much he was affected by the situation, too, and somehow that knowledge was calming. 
You led the way to your small bathroom. Evan looked around and after some thinking he put down a few of your towels and guided you to sit on them. Your back resting against the bathtub, you looked up at him. 
"I think this will work. Is it comfortable for you?” he asked and you hummed affirmatively. 
Evan knelt down next to you and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. You watched him, your eyes fixed on the veins of his forearms. 
And Evan watched you watching him, clenching his jaw. By now, the tension between the two of you was undeniable. None of you spoke more than needed, and every movement seemed to happen in slow motion. 
Evan bowed down over you and turned on the water on the hand shower. His chest was hovering inches over your face and you took in his scent. 
As Evan checked the temperature with his wrist, you decided to shut your eyes. You definitely had to reduce the sensations that hit you while he washed your hair, else you'd go insane. 
There was Evan's hand in your hair, carefully running his fingers through your locks. Then the warm water was gushing over your head. Evan's hand kept brushing through your tresses, making sure that every strand got wet.
“Is this okay?” he checked on you once more, and again you couldn't give him more than a hum. 
It seemed to be enough for Evan to go on. He turned off the water and after checking your numerous hair care products, he decided on one and lathered his hands before putting them back on your head. His fingers massaged your scalp with just the perfect amount of pressure. 
The strawberry scent of your shampoo filled your nose, replacing the notes of sandalwood that Evan's cologne had left. But you couldn't be sad about it as long as his hands worked their magic on your head. 
A trail of foam ran down your forehead but Evan was fast enough to catch it before it reached your eye. 
He started the water again and rinsed your hair. You thought this wonderful experience was almost over but then Evan repeated the procedure with your conditioner.
At one point you decided you were brave enough to open your eyes again and when you blinked them open, they fell directly onto Evan's. The blue of them was almost gone, his pupils blown wide. When he saw you looking at him a soft smile played around the corners of his mouth. “Hey!” he just said.  “Hey!” you returned, a sheepish smile on your own face. 
As long as Evan had managed to drag this out, now he was done. Your hair was rinsed clean and he took a towel to wrap it around your head and rubbed your hair carefully. 
With a sigh, he got up and held a hand out for you. As you stood, you could see yourself in the mirror and watch how Evan continued to dry your hair. He removed the towel and started to comb through your strands. Goosebumps spread from your neck over your whole body. 
Evan looked deeply at you through the mirror. “Are you feeling more comfortable now?” he asked, his voice hoarse. 
“So much more.” you whispered and you turned to face him. Your hand cupped his cheek, brushing your fingers over the stubble that covered his jaw.
“That's good!” he breathed. “So you're comfortable enough to finally kiss me?” 
Instead of an answer you closed the small gap between you and pressed your lips firmly on his. 
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thethirdromana · 5 months ago
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What are shoppy people?
There's a short version and a long version of this depending on how much you already know about the British class system in the 1850s.
Short version: they're people who have made their money in trade. The Gormons in particular are nouveau riche, probably wealthier than the Hales. They are "shoppy" because they own shops or factories.
Long version: oh blimey where do I even start.
So the British class system is arguably as much a caste system as it is a class system. Your class is determined by your parentage and is generally unchangeable throughout your life. That's true now (a working-class person who wins the lottery and never has to work again is still working class) but it was even more so in the 1850s.
Margaret comes from the traditional upper middle class. Her relatives and associates have gentlemanly careers: the army, the navy, the church, the law. It was acceptable for men of a genteel background who did not have enough land to live off to make money in these professions, and only these professions. Margaret includes medicine (the third of the "learned professions" that she refers to) on her list of acceptable professions as well, but if she were upper-class rather than upper-middle class then that probably wouldn't be OK either.
But in the 1850s the middle classes were growing. There were an increasing number of people who made money in other ways: specifically, in trade. They upset the traditional hierarchy (note that Margaret is also happy to associate with the traditional working classes). It's these people from new money, like the Gormons, who Margaret dislikes as 'shoppy'.
They might be wealthier than her family; in some cases they might be very rich indeed. But the class system doesn't allow them to transcend their origins and so Margaret views them as beneath her.
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s0methingmoonlit · 3 months ago
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did u see the new tpot short
Oh hell yeah! TPOT debuters finally got a focus episode! A little sad that none of the debuts who haven’t spoken yet still didn’t get any lines, but at least we now know that PDA is an absolute menace!
Also it was nice seeing Glue and Juice Box (or OJ) appear too.
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- I’m currently redrawing the scene with Conch Shell getting hospitalized with this meme. No I am not kidding.
- I wonder how Shopping Cart began to hate PDA. They seemed chill with each other in the first episode, where they were trying to open a door together. And I saw in the credits that Shoppy looked really sad when they were in the photo with PDA :[
- So we found out where Camera was, but where tf was 9-Ball?
- Speaking of Camera, loved their username XD
- Rubber Spatula counting. Bro sounded really hesitant to actually threaten PDA (1 2 2.5 2.75 is crazy) They seem like a really nice person I hope the “Just-keep-hurting-Rubber-Spatula” thing was a one-off and people don’t actually hate them.
- Last but not least, the with the two PDAs… ngl kinda though the one in the mirror was gonna give genuine advice but the other would choose not to listen to them. But no the former gave the most shittiest advice ever 😭 Absolutely loved that scene
And that basically wraps up all my thoughts! Loved this short, awesome comedy. 10/10. I am satisfied. I shall die happy now. /j
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taraljc · 2 months ago
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popping in from the renaissance/medieval post from like 4 days ago. Sorry. Hi. That's the duck. That photo you posted. I spent many a far too early morning in that yard and that was before we painted it and so probably before my time there but only just, but i'd recognize the fence and the shop in the bg anywhere and now i'm sitting alone in my apt in mn smelling cinnamon almonds and listening to the court of common pleas from the other side of the building and oh so desperately missing randall t and his sideways grin as he mussed my flatcap and minding the step from inside where the fridges and nessie were and the duck itself was slowly sinking into the ground because it was still just a garage that someone dumped and left and standing with my cast mates looking as sad and pathetic as we could after lunch at our guildmaster (sue at the time, later my own mother,) hoping she'd let the three of us take on the revelers in a game of stool ball to defend st. lawrence's honor where someone would inevitably get injured. disapproving looks from t. stacy hicks if we hiked our skirts up high enough to run (this was, naturally, back when i was still deep in pretending to be a girl because y'know, *life*,) and then taking meatpies up to rick and chris in the serenghetti and spending some time with st. mike's concocting Plans what eventually ended in four ducklings with soot goatees and twirly mustaches engaging in impromptu land naval warfare. how dare you hit me with so much nostalgia it hurts in a post where i completely clicked on all the read mores half expecting the beige paperback we got at BAPA detailing all the things we needed to know to be decent period actors. i still have mine, y'know? currently it's packed in a box because i'm moving house next week, but i know exactly where it is and this... oh tara. i've never so much as skimmed your blog before to my knowledge and you have skewered me but good. please forgive the typos. it's 4:30am and i am deep in my feels all of a sudden.
My Emma and I worked at the duck from 1997 to about 2001 and I share your feels! I don't even think we were the guild of St Larry's yet I think we were just an offshoot of the Revellers back when Katie and Ralph ran it before they got divorced? and then we had TJ and the lovely man from court whose name I can't remember sort of as co-guild leaders but Karl was still doing the duck sort of separately?
for what it's worth, we are the ones who started bringing hard boiled eggs, pies from the Middle East Bakery, and started selling to everyone with a pass not just the Revellers Guild and not just the actors but the shoppies and the grounds crew and everyone.
and I absolutely 100% remember the Duck slowly sinking into the ground. I think the fence was a new addition? The innyard in the back I mean that fence was a relatively new addition. And I do remember the tables because I want to say Enzo built them (before he and Sue were fight cast they were Revellers) and then we stained them and waterproofed them but they weren't that great and so they were slowly turning green by the time I left?
Anyway yes, that is me in that outfit and so if you were fed by me I probably would remember you! My faire name was Fionnuala Ní Loughlin and my husband Liam was a dead sailor.
(We were also almost single-handedly responsible for Susan who was not yet Susan Scot Frye banning us from scaring the shit out of the patrons by crying during the 3: 30 melee.)
I miss Randall too, so much. and Enzo and Marc LePescu who ran The Forgery and so many others that we've lost over the years.
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jpmcmentioned · 1 month ago
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Saw shoppi's new design and wanted to draw it cuz it looked so good but the demons took over and they wanted cats
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Shoppi, Caracal
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Shaoron Tiger
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lildreamycyclone · 3 months ago
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Can I have an Edscag Fic (Edgar (Electric Dreams) x Scag (Regretevator))
Coming up! Sorry cuz it's short TwT
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Sweet Messages
(Edscag fluff)
WARNING: TEETH ROTTING FLUFF INCOMING
Scag, whistling, slowly walked towards the door and turned the sign on the other side, which said "Closed". She went outside the shop and closed the door with the key. Now, when the Floppy Shoppy was closed, she could do whatever she wanted. And in fact, she had some plans to spend this evening… Thinking about it, Scag giggled.
Scag rushed excitedly to her apartament. It was quite messy, with chushions and pillows scattered around the carpet, and also video game CDs on the floor. The TV had a "Game Over" screen, since Scag forgot to pause the game when she went to her job. But it was not that important! Scag entered her bedroom, which was also pretty untidy. She hardly ever made her bed, and there was somew dust on shelves and the desk. She hopped onto the chair near her desk, and opened her laptop. It had stickers on it, and photo of Scag and Prototype togheter as a wallpaper. The TV-bot clicked on the FaceTime icon, and called her boyfriend, Edgar. Soon, she saw the smiling yellow face of her special one. "Scag! Hello, dear!" Edgar greeted, his cheeks turning pink. "Hiiii babecore!!!"" Scag grinned. She could kick her legs back and forth, if she had those. "I missedmaxxing u soooo much Edgie!!!" "I missed you too!" Edgar giggled bashfully. His laugh was very adorable, like a music to ears. "Have you heard about that new arcade park in the town?" he asked, making Scag's eyes sparkle. She LOVED arcades! "Yiss!!! I really wanna gomaxing for our next datecore there! I heardmaxxing there is a clawmachinecore! With cutecore plushies!" she squeaked with joy. "Aww, you are so cute!" Edgar winked at her. "Nu uh u are more cutecore!" Scag exclaimed, making Edgar's heart flutter. He looked away and chuckled shyly. He was dating Scag only for two weeks, and still was not used to compliments. "Sweetiecore cutiepatootiemaxxing <3!!!!" Scag sent him a blow kiss playfully. Edgar's screen-face turned red like a strawberry. He letted out a small squeak of embarrasement, making Scag giggle. "Aww ur so shycore Edgieeee! So cutecore!!!!" she kept bombarding him with flirts. "Darling, stop…" Edgar mumbled. "You are making me blush!" Scag grinned mischeviously. "Nevermaxxing cuz u are the cutestcore boy in the worldcore!" she said. "Okay, i give up… You won…" Edgar whispered, feeling is processors heating up. Scag was very affectionate! "I lovecore you!" Scag sent him another kiss. Edgar smiled softly. "I love you too, Scaggie!"
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mhexart · 1 year ago
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Hello gamers I’ve got new art prints in the shoppy
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Some of the favs from Maytroid so far. At the end of month I’ll list a few more.
Hit up the art store here:⬇️
Mhex Art Store
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maribatz-2k · 2 years ago
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Day 10: Adoption of The Rich
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So I walked away and my son pushed publish. XD
READ ON! :)
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"That's it! Today's the day! I'm adopting Chloe!" Marinette says drawing up adoption papers.
"So I get a new sister?" Adrian asks sitting next to her in class. "Wait, she's already technically my sister."
"Welp, she needs to know proper love, Chaton." Mari says finishing up and smiles as she leaves two blank spots for signatures. After months of convincing Chloe that she needed the right environment and people, she had become close to Mari and Adrian more. They met up in the library at one of the small tables and talked over the document with Max monitoring. Yes it's not a legal thing, but hey, not the point here! Chloe agreed and signed her name first then Mari making it now "official."
A year later, now seniors, Mari has succeeded in adopting Adrian, Chloé, Kagami, and Zoé. She'd have adopted Luka, but he was always a part of her family so no adoption paperwork needed. They decided to do a graduation trip kagami agreed to join while Luka said he would be joining his father on tour across the United States. Lots of debate on locations and where they would stay for the month. Yes, you heard right, a month. Finally settling down to closing eyes and pull strings to pick the location, luck had decided on Gotham.
The four walked across the stage in their first sets of cap and gowns, accepting their diplomas they earned with sweat and blood and meet up with Marinette's parents, Kagami, and Luka. The group huddled together in a giant group hug filled with congratulations. The night before their flight, everyone crashes at the Dupain-Cheng's house, well everyone but Luka. He had to leave after graduation day. Despite having to get up early for a flight, Mari stayed up later than everyone else, too excited to sleep. And boy did she regret that decision on the flight there.
Arrival at in Gotham, Adrien was carrying Mari on his back as Chloé led everyone to a paid limo. Marinette had fallen asleep and refused to wake up long enough to even get off the plane. Snugged into the limo, they rode toward the richest hotel Chloé and Kagami picked out against Mari's desire.
Marinette woke up in a strange bed and it was dark outside. With an annoyed stretch, she slides out of the bed and looks around finding a balcony outside her window and three other doors. She went to the first door finding it connected to a big open living room. Quietly closing it she tries the second door opening up to a beautiful grand bathroom. Blinking, she sees her hair is a jumbled mess she quickly rips her hair out if the pig tails and brush her fingers through the knitted strands. She didn't bother with the third door figuring it was the closet then goes out onto the balcony and look around.
Gotham strangely looked beautiful at night. Sure you got the big lights scanning the sky, and the loud noises lights everywhere that you can't see the stars. But watching the people and the buildings just glitter was starry enough for Mari. She leans against the rail catching sight of shadows jumping and swinging from roof top to roof top. Something tells her that its the vigilantes of Gotham probably on patrol. She notices two of them stopping at the building across from her what seems to be arguing? Marinette just couldn't hear what was being said, but there was lots of movement and someone just went over the edge falling.
"Oh my god!" Marinette yells covering her mouth not catching her scream in time. The fallen person shot his grappling gun, up at the building across from her and slam against the wall. He looks over at her then zips up to the roof and disappear after the second person. Mari quickly ran back into her room, closing the double doors, and flop on her bed until later that morning.
Three blondes and two blunettes enter Gotham Mall. There's a joke here right? Well try this one. Chloe insists on going shopping for their first official day in Gotham. Kagami linked her arm around Mari's as they walked behind the triplets going from store to store. They finally took a break in the food court circling one of the center tables with each blunette between them. Chloe was complaining about how tired she is but still wants to shop. Zoe was leaned over her drink, stirring the ice around watching Mari draw. Adrien conversed with Kagami over who knows what.
"Let's play again." Adrien clears his throat. Mari looks up and Chloe gleams.
"I know just the one." Chloe says and Mari groans.
"No..."
"Yes."
"What game?" Zoe asks. Mari puts away her sketch book and lays her face into the table.
"Rich man, poor man." Chloe says. Kagami chuckles.
"The card game?" Zoe asks again reach over and pets Mari's hair.
"No. Chloe is talking about us people judging on who's rich and poor. Winner is the one with more points or if you can identify the big name." Mari mumbles then sits up pressing her head into Zoe relaxing. Zoe gives an "oh" expression. So the game begins. They started in the food court and across the whole mall. Adrien kept score on his phone as they walked; Chloe scored ten for poor one rich, Zoe got five poor zero rich, and Mari didn't participate at least not yet. She was waiting for the big game. Now Chloe knows all the big names, so Mari has to be smart about her choices. They have gone through almost all the clothes stores only to come up toward the bookstore. As the game commence, Mari moves into the bookstore with Zoe and Adrien while Kagami and Chloe sat on the bench talking.
Mari slips into the classic romance section until she found one of interests. Of course it's on the freaking top shelf, so she tried to reach on her toes but then decided to climb. A chuckle was heard beside her taking her attention from the climb to falling off the shelf with a yelp, landing in someone else's muscled arms.
"Whoa there princess." The man said.
"Mari!" Adrien and Zoe run over. Soon Chloe and Kagami walk behind them and face palms.
"Of course. Leave it to Mari to not only fall but fall into a big rich." Chloe says as Kagami laughs behind her hand. Marinette blushes covering her face forgetting she was in someone's arms.
"Then Mari wins. Again." Adrien says with a chuckle. The man and his companions look confused. He sets her down finding her smaller in height than he thought.
Mari, meet the Wayne kids. Kids, meet your new mom in a few days." Chloe says then drags Marinette and her crew out to their shopping bags then leave.
Sure enough, a week later adoption papers were tapped on her balcony doors for all the ROBINS to sign.
@maribatserver
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