#Wishlist : Reaching For The Stars

[vintersang]

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❛   ✧  ┊ and all was lost to the frozen heart. tagged.

❛   ✧  ┊ bringing destruction to the stage. delete.

❛   ✧  ┊ the cold never bothered me anyway. self promo.

❛   ✧  ┊ don't let them in; don't let them see. promo.

❛   ✧  ┊ where the north wind meets the sea. inbox.

❛   ✧  ┊ what do you think the stars wish for then. wishlist.

❛   ✧  ┊ she will sing to those who hear. audio.

❛   ✧  ┊ made of prophecies and ruins. drabble.

❛   ✧  ┊ strike for love and strike for fear. psa.

❛   ✧  ┊ has the dark in me finally come to light. ic.

❛   ✧  ┊ reaching from her gown of stars; gentle is her light. saved.

❛   ✧  ┊ destined to bloom for a single lovely night. artwork.

❛   ✧  ┊ cut through the heart; cold and clear. anon.

❛   ✧  ┊ what do you know about true love. positivity.

❛   ✧  ┊ colder by the minute. queue.

❛   ✧  ┊ she captivated all left in her wake. answered.

❛   ✧  ┊ clever as the devil and twice as pretty. crack.

❛   ✧  ┊ is it dangerous to dream. dash games.

❛   ✧  ┊ the dream that you wish will come true. mun.

❛   ✧  ┊ the snow glows white on the mountain tonight. thread.

❛   ✧  ┊ your land shall be cursed with unending winter. my edits.

❛   ✧  ┊ turning pages of a book to find you. open.

❛   ✧  ┊ let me see who you are; come to me now. starter call.

❛   ✧  ┊ are you the one i've been looking for all of my life. verse info.

❛   ✧  ┊ the wind is howling like this swirling storm inside. references.

❛   ✧  ┊ the purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink. writing tips.

❛   ✧  ┊ born of cold and winter air. dash commentary.

❛   ✧  ┊ the one thing that can save me now is your love. resources.

[aishi-toru]

YOU'RE MY WISHLIST! ♡

⟡ synopsis ─ gojo satoru's the man who seems to be everywhere you go, whether it be within the comfort of your own home or miles away from the place. well, guess what happens when you show up looking a little too fine at your college's annual christmas eve party?

꣑ৎ content ─ MDNI, brother'sbsf!satoru / collegesenior!satoru x afab!reader, reader is suguru's younger sister, no use of y/n, reader can't escape him, suggestive content, reader is in love w/ gojo (and vice versa), intentional use of lowercase, usage of pet names e.g baby, pretty, good girl, etc., smut in the form of fingering, and probably more idk

◖word count — 2.6k

☆ credits ─ live laugh love @anitalenia 4 the gorgeous divider <3 no specific inspiration for this fic, just felt like writing one fueled by my christmas spirit (i have never celebrated christmas in my life, so if u caught me lacking, no u didn't!)

꩜ author's note ─ first fic ever & ofc it's ft. my man !! i'm not v satisfied with this work and it was really rushed towards the end, so feedback is much appreciated :3 merry xmas to all those celebrating and happy holidays ♡ title's from "a nonsense christmas" by sabrina carpenter :3

when you left home for college, you were certain you’d outrun the real-life horrors of your past— your parents' scoldings, the shitty food served at your school's cafeteria, the fake people you were surrounded by, and most importantly, your brother's best friend, gojo satoru, who just seemed to get finer with every single passing day.

the man was, for some reason, genetically white-haired all over. yeah, he had albinism, but god, the sight of him was no less than breath-taking. his sparkling, cerulean orbs, which glowed mesmerizingly both under the moonlight and the sun, seemed more and more enchanting with each passing moment. as the years went by with him by your brother's side, you told yourself to look away, refusing to acknowledge the feelings that flickered inside whenever you saw him. you did whatever you could to let go of them— tried to distract yourself with the shittiest of boyfriends, avoided him at school, locked yourself up in your room whenever he came over to hang out with your brother, you name it.

however, it seemed that luck hated, no, despised your embrace no matter how much you yearned for it, considering how the menace was always hovering around, inserting himself into your life at the most inconvenient moments. you're rehearsing for a school play in an empty classroom? the next thing you know, he has an arm propped around your shoulder and smiling at you in the most stupidly handsome way ever with a lollipop in his mouth as he asks you to just... practice with him around. oh, you're trying to get him off of you now? he'll steal your script before you can escape him and raise his hand up as high in the air as possible so you can't reach it. "hey, give it back!" you exclaim, only to be met by a smug smirk on his face and the most annoying "nuh-uh." he completely refuses unless you promise to not kick him out until the practice session is over.

you're walking back home with your brother, suguru? oops, gojo is there too! he's ruffling your hair no matter how pissed you get and yell at him; he only finds joy and pleasure in seeing you in this enraged state. whether he was a sadist, masochist, or simply insane, you did not know.

so, starting college felt like stepping into freedom. no more conversations centered around satoru, no more being so pissed you lose your voice from screaming, and no more late-night sob sessions everytime he got a new girlfriend.

however, it seemed that you'd forgotten that the stars didn't quite align for you, and the universe had decided to remind you of that very fact by ensuring that satoru received enough distinctions to be able to transfer universities. oh, and of course, the one he'd chosen just had to be the one you'd decided to spend the next 4 years of your life in. it wasn't until after you’d moved into your dorm and started your classes that you found out.

the first time you saw him around campus, you were freaked the fuck out. nevertheless, you simply assumed he was visiting a friend or relative and dismissed the sight.

however, much to your dismay, you discovered that he was, in fact, a senior at your college—a 2nd year, to be exact. it wouldn't be an understatement to assume you nearly had a heart attack when you found out, considering how this was the same guy who used to have a 2.6 gpa back in high school. when did he even start taking his studies seriously and lock in hard enough to meet the criteria and eligibility for your university, one of the most prestigious in the entire country? instead of rooting for you, fate just had to be your biggest hater.

every single time you saw him around, gojo would come up to you to exchange greetings and obviously, tease you about the most embarrassing things from your past while his obnoxious fangirls stared you the fuck down, wondering why he's so close to you even though you're just a freshman who should have nothing to do with him.

what surprised you more, however, was that you sometimes shared the same sentiment as them because you were definitely never this close with satoru. not in all the years your brother used to hang out with him, or all the times you'd seen each other on family dinners. sure, he'd teased you plenty, but he had no real concern or curiosity towards you. you found him walking you to classes, treating you to coffee and meals, buying you all the snacks you could ever need during exam preparations and so much more that you could never even list down.

and worst of all, the feelings you'd so desperately pushed away in the past had now creeped their way back into your heart and embedded every inch of your soul even deeper.

it struck you then—satoru’s actions might not be out of pure obligation. that would’ve been far too simple, too detached for someone like satoru. maybe, just maybe, there was something more to it, something unspoken lingering beneath it all. you couldn’t say for sure if it was intentional or not, but whatever it was, it felt personal, like you mattered in a way that went beyond the promises he'd made to your elder brother and family.

but still, you couldn’t help but wonder if it was all just in your head. satoru’s actions, the way he treated you—it didn’t necessarily mean what you thought it did. it could be nothing—satoru’s actions didn’t have to mean anything. maybe you were just fooling yourself, letting your feelings cloud your judgment. so, you buried them as deep as you could, pushing them aside, telling yourself that letting go was the only way to protect yourself from the uncertainty. it was easier to convince yourself that you were just being delusional instead of facing what could be very real.

although, you do seriously question your latter supposition at your annual college christmas eve party when satoru, dressed in the sexiest 3-piece navy blue pinstripe suit with a black tie, has you pinned against the door of the nearest bathroom. if haven't had the opportunity to pay enough attention to his luminous, cerulean eyes up until now, you do at this very moment when he's staring at you like a predator would at it's prey.

"satoru," you let out a breath you weren't aware of holding, "what are you doing?" gojo, whose gaze had shifted down to your lips, let out a chuckle. "oh, so it's satoru now," he murmured, his hand pushing your hair behind your ear. "fine, 'toru..," you pronounce, going back to the nickname you'd started calling him during the while you'd spent with him. "that's more like it." his eyes meet yours again, conveying the desire and thirst that stirred within him— for how long, nobody knows.

the air around you two was thicker than usual, laced with tension as well as something… else. "you still haven't answered my question." upon your words, the white-haired man's face broke out into a cupid-induced smile, the most beautiful you'd ever seen. "well," his right thumb traced the outline of your lips so light as if you'd break from further pressure, "i thought you looked beautiful." what he says renders you speechless, your throat gone dry and your cheeks turning the prettiest shade of rose (in his eyes, at least.) "you always do, but even more so today." and if you weren't already a flustered mess, you would most certainly be now.

your reaction only draws a smirk on his face, and he decides to tease you a little more. "so, on that note, what do you think i'm doing?," his voice lowers as his hand traces its way down to your neck. "i... uh- i don't know... you tell me." satoru grins, only wanting to push you further.

"yeah? how about i show you instead?" and a mere instant later, his lips come crashing down on yours— you couldn't say you hadn't been expecting or anticipating it, but absolutely nothing could prepare you for the way his warm and impossibly soft lips felt against yours. initially, you froze, and you came to realise that all the possibilities you'd once ignored were now very much real.

it wasn't a bad thing— no, nowhere near it, maybe even one of the best that could ever happen to you. however, it did feel like too much of a development to be able to process in a matter of seconds.

upon the realisation that you hadn't responded to his advances, satoru pulled back from the kiss, seeming rather puzzled. "was i wrong?" he inquires, voice lower and deeper than it normally would be.

the melodic sound of his voice is what breaks your trance and serves as your call back to reality. you wanted to say no, reach for his collar, get on your tip-toes and lean in to kiss him, but you were stuck in place. you couldn't find your voice or your words, and it felt like your heels were superglued to the tiles of the bathroom floor.

if it hadn't already been obvious, you'd been yearning for this moment for god knows how long, and now that it was handed to you on a sliver platter, you couldn't simply pass up on it. being well aware of the fact that this encounter could change your and satoru's relationship for either the better or the worse, you took a deep breath, cupped the sides of his face, and tilted your head just enough to be able to kiss the man. your hands gripped the fabric of his shirt in an attempt to pull him even closer, if that was possible.

being the way he is, satoru smiled into the kiss and lowered his hands to your hips. he could tell you were pouring each and every emotion from both the past and the present, and of course, he was doing the same.

it was inevitable, really— now that you could feel his skin against yours, it wasn't too difficult to put the pieces together and figure out that this was all bound to happen, already having been inked into the wondrous book of fate.

and so, for the first time in all the years you'd spent alongside satoru, you could say that the universe was, in fact, rooting for you. the way gojo's lips moved against yours, the way he looked at you like you were the only person in the world when he pulled away, the way the both of you heavily panted but still chased each other's warmth again barely seconds later, are more than enough confirmation.

"no, you weren't," you reply, feeling giddier than you ever had. "i wasn't what?" his hands caress your cheek with a carefulness that was almost unlike him, and your heart felt like it was about to beat out of your chest (in the best way possible.) "you weren't wrong."

"and i'm still not wrong if i do this?" his large hand reached under your clothes and wandered up to your waist, resting over the skin of the region. "or this?" his mouth had reached your neck, leaving kisses-turned-bites all over, which were sure to transform into hickeys.

"no... no, you're not," you let out breathlessly, unable to escape the fire coursing through your veins at the slightest touch. you wanted more, so much more, and satoru was the only one who could fulfil your needs— not that you would have it any other way.

"you sure, pretty?" the corner of his mouth went up, resulting in a lopsided grin— he was obviously teasing you, that was just the way he was and always had been.

"uh-huh," you nod to reaffirm your statement. "good girl," he breathes out, only contributing to the echoes in the parts of your body which ached for him so badly.

his long fingers played and toyed with the hem of your dress, as if to test the waters. when you didn't resist, his hand sneaked up your thigh, gently fondling the skin.

despite the confidence in his actions, he observed every expression on your face cautiously, ensuring that nothing he did hurt you or made you uncomfortable in any way. when you show no signs on unease but instead only desire, he goes on to satisfy and soothe your needs.

his fingers traced their way up your inner thighs and lurked over the already soaked fabric of your underwear, bringing about a chuckle from satoru. "so needy for me already, hm?" he remarks, as if his own pants weren't tightening upon the observation.

"shut up, 'toru..." you're trying to regain your composure and keep up an attitude, but to no avail. the fact that he has you exactly where he wants you isn't helping, either. you're even trying to avoid his gaze, but the way you can feel his presence everywhere makes it impossible to do so— besides, he's making you face him again using his index finger and thumb to hold your chin in between, as he whispers out a "look at me, baby."

and when you do, you have to let out a gasp at the sight of him— his disheveled hair which was perfectly tamed at the start of the night, his half-lidded eyes as he looks at you like you're his entire world and his lips that are now slightly bruised and swollen from the kisses you've shared. it was beyond enough to get you all the more hot and bothered.

oh, but that's not the only factor contributing to the sounds you're making— it's also the way he's pulled your panties to the side and is currently tracing your slit ever so slowly. "want more, princess?" nearly mocking tone.

you hardly even manage to let out a hum before his slender fingers are running over the most sensitive bundle of nerves, eliciting a moan from you. your eyes roll all the way back when one of his digits slides inside you just a moment later— you'd never been this sensitive, but it seems that was going to be entirely different with satoru.

he added one after the other, and now, three of his freakishly large fingers were pumping in and out of you relentlessly— he was so good with them, you could practically taste your orgasm about to wash over you.

"'m close, satoru," you whimper out almost pathetically, and his fingers are going even deeper now, hitting the spots you'd never even dreamt of reaching on your own. "yeah? is my princess gonna cum for me?" his voice is rough and he's groaning as if he's the one receiving the pleasure.

you can only nod as your arousal overwhelms you, white ropes of cum spurting out from your throbbing hole with one final thrust of his fingers. his entire hand was covered in your fluids, which he brought up to his mouth to be able to savor the sweetness of your juices on his tongue. god, he was an obsessed freak when it came to you.

"ew, satoru! why would you do that?" you hold back a giggle, expressing faux disgust at his actions. he only kisses you in response instead of using his words, making sure you get to taste what he'd drawn out of you as well.

"you think suguru's gonna be mad?" he asks, obviously amused at the idea of your brother enraged when he finds out what you and satoru have done. "oh yeah, definitely." he sweetly presses yet another kiss to your lips.

"if it's at the expense of me getting everything i wished for, i don't care, babe."

@cuntphoric :33

[randomreasonstolive]

Hello there all you lovely shining stars.

N here, with some pretty bad news...

(I'll put it behind a cut to avoid triggering anyone)

C is the person who actually runs this blog. He works tirelessly to make sure this blog always, ALWAYS has reasons in the queue in advance, just in case. There's currently over a month prepared, because he loves y'all, loves this blog, and loves to put in the time to help people.

C is a full-time care giver. At work, he care gives for three wonderful elderly ladies. When he gets home, he care gives for me, N, as I am disabled. And then, in his spare time, he care gives for y'all by working hard on this blog.

C is the most wonderful, amazing person I know, and it really baffles me that something like this could happen to someone like him.

Recently, C was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer.

We unfortunately live in America, where getting diagnosed with Cancer means a massive financial burden. Up until this point we've been doing very good financially, which has been a wonderful switch up from years ago, when we had to ask our community for help just to pay rent.

Now, I worry about our ability to afford things like food, basic needs, and rides to and from the hospital (we don't drive). His insurance company is refusing to pay for his treatment (yes, they're refusing to pay for CANCER treatments), and the minimal paid leave he is eligible for has had it's processing delayed.

Basically, we're financially struggling all over again, because C has cancer, and we live in America.

So what does this mean for y'all?

Well, as I mentioned, C always has the blog filled out ahead of time. He will absolutely make sure that the queue doesn't run out, so y'all don't have to worry about that.

I unfortunately do feel the need to reach out and ask for your help. It pains me to be put in this position again after years of not having to ask for help, but the current circumstances have really hit us hard.

So, what can you do to help?

Well,

Here is our Amazon wish list, if you'd like to help that way. We currently have some food and necessities on there;

Amazon Wishlist

Or, our paypal account is teamcibby@gmail.com

Currently, our biggest need is a new mattress, which is where any funds that go to our paypal will be headed.

C's cancer is the worst in his hips and our current mattress is such poor quality that I have to sleep on the floor. His doctors have insisted that good rest is important for him to heal, and he hasn't been getting very good rest on our current mattress. He wakes up every morning in more pain than he would if we had a good mattress, so getting one is our main goal.

I am so, so sorry to tell you all this bad news. C really didn't want to burden any of you with this, which is why I'm the one making this post.

We both love you all so, so much. Thank you to every single one of you for existing, you matter so much to us and to everyone who follows this blog.

~N

[chikuros]

The Sanguine Margin

;༊ Reader is a Scarabia student. Reader is a merfolk. Reader loves astronomy.

;༊ Jamil Viper x Reader

;༊ Overblot aftermath…

Passing the wide desert in a flash was not something I had on my wishlist after stepping my feet in the upside world. Nor did I ever want to be thrown miles away by the hands of those who held me tightly every passing night. 

My Mirzam, who should’ve outshined every star there is in the solar system, but was never given the chance.

Who would’ve thought that skipping one day of stargazing would overwhelm me this much. I wonder if it’s the wound on my foot or my heart speaking. I also wonder if what I miss is scanning the stars or that fluttering feeling I always get after hearing your laugh. 

I have admired the stars for as long as I remember. I longed to see the stars and reach them more than anyone. I even sneaked to my father's study when I was a kid just to find one page regarding the Canis Major, despite how obedient I was back then. I sneaked to the personal room of my dorm’s vice-prefect knowing that I'll get in serious trouble, just to have the best view of the night sky. Was it worth the trouble? Yes. Did the night sky fulfil my expectations I had for them? No, I don’t know. When having you by my side, it feels like even blinking would’ve been a waste. 

When the time comes for the sun to come up, I would still put on the fragile mask of a sane girl who bears no weight on her shoulders. I would still go to class, sit on the table behind you, and pretend that I didn’t hear you tell me “I'll give you the world” just some passing hours ago. 

You know me. You know me so well that there’s no more point to us having to go through that get-to-know each other phase. You know me too well to the point where you’d always give me what I never even knew I wanted. But there was one thing you didn’t, and never intended to give me. 

Say, Mirzam. Will I continue on living and just let this feeling linger in the back of my hand? Will I have to eventually let loose of my tight grip on you and us? Will I have to do all that without even knowing what your true desires are? 

[storiesforallfandoms]

the most wonderful time ~ bucky barnes;marvel

word count: 1713

request?: no

description: bucky has his first perfectly at peace christmas since before he became the winter soldier, and it is truly the most wonderful time of the year for him

pairing: bucky barnes x female!reader

warnings: christmas fluff

masterlist (one, two, three)

When Bucky first came into your life, he was very hesitant to let himself fall. He was still in his de-programming process, so he wasn’t sure if he was safe to be around yet. Not to mention he wasn’t sure if you’d want him around considering his past. But he couldn’t help it. From the moment he laid his eyes on you, he was in love with you and you felt the same way.

The early years of your relationship was hard to say the least. Bucky was staying in Wakanda so that Shuri could successfully rid him of the Hydra brainwashing, so you would visit him every now and then, but you had a job and a life back in New York that you couldn’t be away from for too long. And then there was the whole blip situation, during which you found out you were pregnant with Bucky’s baby.

When he came back, there was so much he had missed. It took a while for things to become somewhat “normal” in your household. But if there was one thing you were determined to give to Bucky, it was his first normal Christmas since the 1940s.

You were sat on the floor, gazing lovingly at your boyfriend as he held your five year old son effortlessly with his left arm while the young boy decorated the Christmas tree. Or rather, while he put a bunch of ornaments in one spot and Bucky fixed them so they were more spread out.

You were supposed to be untangling the lights that were for the outside of the house, but you couldn’t help but get distracted by the perfect sight before you. Bucky’s smile was one of the many genuine smiles you had caught from him since he came back and got to meet his son, and the young boy was just excited at the prospect of Santa coming soon. His wishlist had changed at least once a day since the beginning of December and he still couldn’t understand why you kept telling him he couldn’t send multiple letters to Santa.

Bucky looked over and caught your gaze. He raised an eyebrow at you before playfully asking, “The untangling going good over there, honey?”

You held up the ball of Christmas lights. “As well as you could imagine.”

“You look like you’re really invested in it.”

You stuck your tongue out at him, which he mirrored in response.

“Mommy, come help with the tree,” your son, Steven, said. He had his little arms full with decorations to a point where he was almost dropping them.

You stood from the floor and took a couple from him and started to decorate the other side of the tree. Soon enough, the whole thing was full with store bought red and gold baubles and a small handful of special decorations you had gotten for Steven since he was born. You knew that soon enough, the tree would be more special decorations than store bought ones now that the three of you were finally together for Christmas again.

“What do you think, sport?” Bucky asked Steven. “Should we put the tree topper on?”

“That’s mommy’s job!” Steven said. “She always does it!”

You took the tree topper from one of the containers that held your Christmas decorations. It was wrapped up in many layers of paper and bubble wrap to make sure it didn’t break. You unwrapped it and held it out to Bucky.

“I think you and daddy can do it this year, Steven,” you said. “Mommy will put it on next year.”

Steven reached out with his tiny hands, taking hold of the star very gently. He knew how important it was to you - it was a family heirloom passed down for generations - and he knew to be careful with it as not to break it.

Bucky raised Steven up to the top of the tree so he could perfectly place the star at the top. You plugged it in with the tree lights and then plugged the lights into the wall, illuminating the room in beautiful golden lighting. You stepped back to stand next to Bucky to admire the tree.

“It’s beautiful,” Steven decided.

You smiled at the young boy. “I couldn’t have said it better myself, buddy.”

~~~~~~

Later that night, after putting Steven to bed, you found Bucky sat on the couch, just looking at the tree. The sun had gone down, plunging the room into darkness save for the lamp on the end table and the light from the tree. It looked even more beautiful in such a dark setting like this.

You sat down next to Bucky. He instinctively put his arm around you and pulled you into his side. You rested your head on his shoulder, joining him in watching the tree.

“The last Christmas I remember was the one in 1942 before I went off to fight the war,” he told you. “It was the first Christmas after Steve’s mom had died so my parents insisted he come stay with us. They went out and got him presents and everything so that he’d feel more at home there.”

“What did they get him?” you asked.

Bucky chuckled. “They tried to get him some new clothes, but they didn’t make sizes that small for men back then. Almost everything he wore was super baggy around him. He was grateful for it, though. He wanted to spend Christmas alone, but my mom wouldn’t hear of it.”

“That’s so sweet.”

A silence fell over the two of you again. You could feel the steady drumming of Bucky’s heart against your cheek. His metal arm was idly running over your skin, the coolness of it sending shivers through your body.

“I want this Christmas to be memorable for you, too,” you told him. “Like a good memorable.”

“Of course it’s going to be memorable for me,” he assured you. “I never thought I’d have a family of my own to spend Christmas with. I didn’t think I was even capable to have kids anymore, or if it was even a good idea for me to have any.”

When you looked up at him, you could see a hard expression on his face, like something dark had taken over his thoughts.

“What are you thinking about?” you asked him.

“How I can’t believe this is the first Christmas I’m getting with my own son, and he’s already had four Christmases before now.”

“Buck, you can’t be hard on yourself over the blip. You had no bearing in that happening. All of you fought so hard against Thanos to stop it from happening, it was just...inevitable.”

“If we had known you were pregnant, I never would’ve taken up T’Challa’s offer to join the fight. I would’ve come right back to New York to be with you instead.”

“And you still would’ve been dusted. Whether you were in Wakanda in the fight or you were here with me, it wouldn’t have mattered. Besides, I don’t think I could’ve handled watching you turn to dust in front of me with no explanation as to why it happened.”

Bucky sighed and held you tightly to him. You couldn’t lie, you had also often thought about the “what ifs” of the blip. What if Bucky had been in New York with you instead of in Wakanda when the battle started? What if you had been there instead? What if Bucky hadn’t been dusted and had actually gotten to be there for Steven the last five years? But you never talked about it with Bucky. You knew how hard it was for him to look at Steven, a five year old boy who looked exactly like Bucky, and realize how much of his son’s life he had missed. But you didn’t want him to beat himself up over it when there was nothing Bucky could’ve done to change the outcome of battle in Wakanda.

“Enough of this,” you decided, pulling out of Bucky’s arms to stand. “We’re supposed to be holly and jolly, not sad and glum. I’m getting us some eggnog.”

Bucky scrunched his nose. “Eggnog?”

“Spiked eggnog.”

This sparked his attention more. “Spiked with what?”

“Well, for me I have normal whiskey, but for you I got some of that Asgardian alcohol from Thor. He said it works on Gods and on Super Soldiers, so you may actually get a buzz from it.”

“That sounds wonderful.”

You chuckled and went to the kitchen to get your drinks. As you went to walk through the doorway, you noticed something hung at the top - mistletoe. You smiled to yourself. “Hey Buck, can you come here actually?”

“What is it, doll?”

“Just come here for a second.”

You heard him get up from the couch and walk towards the kitchen. You stood in the doorway, watching as he appeared and came closer to you. He looked at you in confusion as you smiled at him and nodded towards the fake flower hanging from the doorway. When he looked up, a small smile tugged on his lips as well. “Oh yeah, Steven may have found that earlier and insisted on hanging it.”

“Steven did, huh?”

“Hey, I’m not lying. You’re the one who should be explaining why you had mistletoe in with your Christmas decorations.”

“Maybe I was hoping to have it hung around the house in case I found myself with a cute Super Soldier as a guest during the holidays.”

Bucky wrapped his arms around you and pulled you to him. “Well, this is your lucky year then.”

“I guess it is.”

He leaned down to kiss you. It was gentle and tender, like all of his kisses were. Like he was still afraid he would break you if he kissed you any harder. Not like you were complaining, though. You loved the way Bucky kissed you.

“I think this is going to be the best Christmas I’ve ever had,” he decided once he pulled away from you. “I couldn’t have asked for anything better than to spend it with the woman I love and our beautiful son.”

I playfully pushed against his chest. “Stop, you’re gonna make me cry.”

He just chuckled and pulled you back in for another kiss.

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unfortunately I have been seized by the uncontrollable urges aka here is my SSO Quality of Life* Wishlist!

*as in small things that would/could impact daily play, rather than massive projects or overhauls

Cap frame rate to 60fps and enable players to cap their games lower. There is no reason why SSO should be trying to hit 100+ fps, the graphics nor the engine demand that sort of quality. SSO isn't a competitive or combat game, even the 'PVP' element it does are based on time, not player interaction. Players can not impact each other's gameplay at all (aka no collisions, physics, etc.) Not to mention it'd help my computer calm down if it wasn't trying to hit infinity frames per second.

Increase the shilling rewards in low density and hard to reach quest/race areas, like Mistfall and South Hoof. If the shillings I earn barely cover the fast transport and riding there takes a few minutes I'm gonna not go there. Increasing the rewards would increase the activity in those areas. You don't need new content (although South Hoof, Mistfall, and Dino champs would be great), but if the races and dailies there each paid out 100+ shillings and 250 or more horse XP they'd be more enticing to visit.

Change the trailer list into a trailer map. If it's a map pop up with all the trailer locations you'd click where you want to go. Seems easier.

Run two champs at the same time. I've wanted this back ever since they stopped doing that, and I miss it. One can always be running in the free to play area, and one can always be running in the Star Rider area.

Fix the UI at the top center of the screen, it's messy having timers and pop up alerts in the same spot. I can't read them if they're literally on top of each other.

Transparency/opacity settings for windows/UI elements. Why is the chat box transparent? Why is the quest log transparent? Why can't I make those opaque so I can read those easier without the game behind the windows occasionally making that text difficult to read?

Make the champ rank window accessible everywhere. As far as I can tell it's only visible if you click on a schedule board at a champ area or when you finish a champ. Why isn't that something you can look at wherever, so you can check your progress? It can be part of the High Scores pop up, like the champ schedule, since it's already part of the champ schedule boards at all the champ grounds.

A way to 'wishlist' items in shops. With everything being like 9000-max shillings you can only buy one item at a time, which is annoying if you figure out an outfit or a bunch of items you want to buy, but you have to remember what they are (or even what shops they are in).

If you go over your shilling limit the excess goes to your inbox OR you get the excess shillings, but you have to spend them before you log off or you'll lose the excess. So you get a popup telling you that you hit max shillings and if you try to log off you get another pop up warning you that you'll lose those shillings if you don't spend them, are you sure you want to log off and lose X shillings?

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‧⁺˚･༓☼ Masterlist☽༓･˚⁺‧

Here's my collection of works! I'll have everything noted on whether it's a one shot or a WIP. I hope you enjoy!! 🖤

Fluff - ⁂

Smut - ☠ (18+ - not encouraged for minors)

Trigger Warnings will be listed at the beginning of fics/chapters if applicable. (Please reach out if you feel anything was missed and I will make sure to add it in quickly!)

The Fine Print : *I do not own any of Greta Van Fleet's property. They are simply muses for my writing! Intended for fictional purposes only. Nothing is meant to be taken seriously and everything will be listed with TW's and summaries*

Redamancy ⁂ - Sam x Reader have been friends for so long but have never admitted their feelings towards one another. Lots of pining. (One Shot)

Playmaker ☠ - Sam x Reader (Hockey AU) After winning a playoff game, Sam decides to take you out for drinks and that leads to a fun night. (One Shot)

Succulent ☠️ - Sam x Willa (Fem OC) take a little trip to Vermont for Valentine’s Day where Sam cooks up a nice dinner with a great idea for dessert. (One Shot)

Anthophile ⁂ - Sam x Dahlia (Fem OC) Sam surprises her with a special activity for Valentine's Day that she's been daydreaming about. (One Shot)

Sparrow Of The Dawn ⁂ ☠ - Sam x Willa (Fem OC) - Temporarily On Hiatus Sam unfortunately finds himself in not so meet cute with Willa. Hopeful that he doesn't cross her path again; the world works in mysterious ways and not always in your favor. |Enemies to Lovers | Forced Proximity | Workplace Romance | Multi Chapter Series|

Cloak and Dagger ☠ - Josh x reader attend a halloween party but have to leave early because they can't wait any longer to devour each other. (One Shot)

Satiate ☠ - Josh x Quinn (Non Binary OC) - Quinn is sweet enough to make breakfast in bed, but also has a devious little plan for their favorite person. (One Shot)

Amongst The Stars ⁂ ☠ - Josh x Quinn (Non Binary OC) Josh has always loved love, and he's finally found it. Buuuut, he can't exactly tell anyone. Join him as he navigates the ins and outs of his sweet, secret romance. (Multi Chapter Series - WIP)

Your Bones ⁂ - Daniel x Reader spend a cozy rainy afternoon together. (One Shot)

Saccharine ⁂ ☠ - Daniel x Melody (Fem OC) spend a sweet Valentine's Day making cinnamon rolls together and then have a cozy evening away. (One Shot)

Come Back For Me ⁂ ☠ - Daniel x Melody (Fem OC) They were best friends and did everything together, until the decision of college came around. Now, six years later, Melody rolls back into town, with a small surprise, giving Daniel the shock of a lifetime. (Multi Chapter Series - WIP)

Slapshot ☠ - Jake x Reader (Hockey AU) After watching how well he played, you can't keep your hands to yourself on the way home. But he has just the way to help take care of that. (One Shot)

Oh Darling ☠ - Jake x Reader (Vampire AU) Jake has never been known for anything more than a one night stand but can you change his mind? (One Shot) Siren ⁂ ☠️ - Jake x Charlotte (Fem OC) get stuck at the bar on Valentine’s Day, but Jake makes sure to make it up to her after the bar closes. (One Shot)

Allure : Part 1 ⁂ | Part 2 ☠️ - Jake x Charlotte (Fem OC) Family Lake Day! Starts off with Charlotte longingly watching her sweet motherly boyfriend take care of everyone all day but ends with him making it up to her in the sweetest way.

For Death Or Glory ⁂ ☠️ - Jake x Charlotte (Fem OC) The story of how they came to be | Jake has always been a hopeless romantic, heavy on the hopeless. He's gone out with plenty of girls, but they never last. Tired of being told he's "too sweet", he tapped out on dating once he bought the bar. Just waiting for the right one to walk into the bar and steal his heart | Workplace Romance | Friends With Benefits to Lovers | He Falls First (Multi Chapter Series - Completed)

You're My Wishlist ⁂ ☠️ - Jake x Charlotte (Fem OC) Christmas has come and Charlotte has a special present for Jake waiting at home. (One Shot)

A 4 Book interconnected series about the boys living in a small town in New England. Where they find love in the most unexpected ways. The bar was Jake’s dream, but somehow is helping everybody else’s dreams come true as well. Rom-Com • Enemies To Lovers • Love At First Sight • Rekindled High School Sweethearts • Workplace Romance • AU - Boys x OCs

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Currently posting;

Sparrow of the Dawn - Temporary Hiatus

Amongst The Stars - Temporary Hiatus

Come Back For Me - New chapters on Wednesdays!

For Death or Glory - Completed

(The Caravel Tavern Series AU)

Sam - Dueling Cameras ⁂ - Sam x Willa (Fem OC) decide to make getting pumpkins into a little competition (per usual) (One Shot)

Josh - Chiaroscuro ⁂ - Josh x Quinn (Enby OC) attend a local film festival where Josh gets to present a short film he's directed. (One Shot)

Danny - Spooks & Cider ⁂ - Daniel x Melody (Fem OC) Back in high school, go to a Fall Festival where Melody faces her fear of the Haunted House. (One Shot)

Jake - Affirmation ⁂ - Jake x Charlotte (Fem OC) find themselves in an oddities shop where Charlotte has her tarot cards read, whether she believes in it or not. (One Shot)

(The Caravel Tavern Series AU)

Sam - Be Naughty, Save Santa The Trip ☠ - Sam x Willa (Fem OC) Sam runs late after a shoot and Willa leaves him a little surprise for when he gets back home to her. (One Shot)

Josh - Merry Everything & A Happy Always ⁂ - Josh x Quinn (Enby OC) have always had the tradition of baking cookies together, but Josh sets up a scavenger hunt for Quinn to bake some this time for a very special reason. (One Shot)

Danny - It's The Most Wonderful Time of Year ⁂ - Daniel x Melody (Fem OC) took on hosting Christmas dinner with everybody but unfortunately for Daniel, nothing is going smoothly. (One Shot)

Jake - White Christmas ☠ - Jake x Charlotte (Fem OC) have a million and one things to do on Christmas Day and Charlotte is already stressed by 6 am. Thankfully, Jake knows exactly how to calm her down. (One Shot)

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Dressed Up To The Eyes - Chapter 5

Chillin' with the killbot girlfriend.

Full Series

"Not sure about this."

Medusa grumbled and buried her face in Jester's neck as she scrolled through cybernetics catalogues on her tablet.

"C'mon, we're just looking! You don't like your body, lets see what our options are."

Jester reached her hand back and gently drummed on the side of Medusa's helmet with her fingers. It usually calmed her down, she liked to think of it as the Medusa version of stroking her hair.

"Options are expensive."

"Lookin's cheap. Do you want to be a government killbot for the rest of your life?"

Medusa squeezed her tighter.

"No."

"So make a wishlist with me! We can figure out how to make it work later."

"Setting up for disappointment."

"You're disappointed now."

Medusa made a tone that was probably meant to be a whiny grumble.

"Show me."

"Yessss. Okay, what are we looking for here?"

"Better voicebox. Human-standard jaw replacement." Medusa said, peeking over her shoulder.

"Okay, wh-"

"Terran type 3 connector."

"Okay." Jester and Medusa watched as the screen filled with compatible cybernetics, pictures accompanied with star ratings and prices in the tens of thousands of credits. "I mean, that's not that bad." Jester said, trying to calculate how long it would take her to save up enough for just this one part.

"Pretty bad."

"Yeah, but there's like, there's orgs that help with this shit. Insurance that covers it. It's not impossible."

"Search full body chassis. Terran type 6 neck connector."

Jester punched in the search, and another page of results populated the screen.

She whistled.

"That's, I mean, we could afford that eventually" She said.

"Or could afford a house eventually."

"It's- Any number of things could happen. Maybe the government will be like 'Hey, please never tell anybody we did techno-necromancy on you. Here's a sweet bod.' and you can just get whatever you want on their dime."

"Unlikely. Cheaper and safer to decommission. Get used to killbot girlfriend."

"It's not about what I can or cannot get used to." Jester said. "I want you to feel comfortable in your own skin."

"Have very little skin." Said Medusa, deadpan.

"Dusa."

She bumped her forehead against Jester.

"Can cope. Had years to come to terms with it."

"But you shouldn't have to cope!" Jester whined. "You should be happyyyy."

"Am happy enough." Another gentle headbutt. "Stop fussing."

"Ugggh."

Medusa rolled her eyes and reached for the tablet, typing in a serial number from memory.

"Hypothetically. Want this one "

Jester whistled again as the page loaded, though this time not just at the price tag.

"Wow, look at the tits on you." She said.

"Not why."

"Still." Jester said, scrolling through the specs. "Dusa this would make you seven feet tall. It can lift 1,500 kilos? Skin can withstand small arms fire, chassis can withstand anti-tank weaponry?"

"Not everything about killbot body is terrible. Feel very strong. Like how intimidated people are by me. Want to maintain."

"What the fuck. Where did you even find this? Is this military hardware or just the world's most expensive amazon fetish gear?"

"Think both."

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All I want for Christmas is you (Gus x reader)

🐥I know I'm late as fuck but here's a tiny Christmas fic

° How come a holiday filled with so much happiness bring you down so easy? The scars from the most hurtful breakup cause the reader to try and move on with her new life, though a shadow from the past will visit her bringing emotions and memories she had left dormant.

Angst to fluff/ break-up mention/ feelings/ healing

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You never hated Christmas. Of course you don't hate it now, but it does bring painful memories you rather bury deep in your soul and spit out every few mondays on therapy sessions.

Your mind has been playing an awful trick on you tying memories of the most painful breakup you have ever experienced to this festive. Which led you to the present.

The mall where you work at had just been decorated by beautiful twinkling lights, sparky stars with silver and red Christmas balls, also some funny sculptures of Santa Claus and Reindeer here and there for the kids to take pictures with amongst other things. It wasn't even Christmas yet but the small town you now lived in was popular for it's beautiful Christmas themed events and decorations. The town looked so wonderful many people from around the country traveled far just to celebrate Christmas here, and that meant in little time your auntie's restaurant will be overflowing with clients to her delight.

As you walked out of the mall breathing the cold night's air you sighed, your hand slowly reached for your lighter and the pack of cigarettes on your coat's side pocket.

It wasn't easy for you to accept this job but you didn't have any other option back then... To pick this job meant moving on with the breakup with your ex boyfriend because you had to move closer to the mall leaving behind your childhood town and a broken man crying on your old apartment's floor with Christmas fastly approaching.

You shivered a little, your head blames the weather but your broken heart knows better of the pain that seemed to haunt you forever.

A snowflake kissed the tip of your nose, cig clutched tightly in between your lips as you overlooked the busy street. You remember him, your boyfriend, stumbling out of your shared room desperately looking for you, your name was murmured by dry lips when he froze in place the moment he spot you on the hall near the door carrying your purse and suitcase. His glossy eyes and agape mouth opened and closed like someone had kicked the air from his lungs, he simply couldn't formulate a word. You may had indeed stolen his breath when he caught you leaving the apartment with all your things and a note on his clenched fist you had previously left on the nightstand minutes before your scape from the life you both shared.

Breaking up with Gustavo Rodríguez was never on your Christmas wishlist, you didn't want to but you had to.

He acted like he didn't expect it at all even if awful fights were a common thing for you two in the last few months of your decaying relationship. He never did nothing wrong, not a god-damned thing, all Gus did was fullfil his duties as fast as he could to return to you and the cozy place you two had built.

So why did you break up with him? With the man you thought you'd marry and have a family with.

"Really...? A note and you're gone...?" His normally lively voice cracked filling your chest with more guilt and hurt than you had stored in those last few months.

"We both knew this was coming, Gus." Your spoke bitterly.

"DON'T-!..."

Gus looked so broken, tears ran down his pretty face, his wet lashes fluttered trying to collect himself, his golden orbs were swollen and glassy from all the sleepless nights and the pain he felt while reading the letter you laid next to him where you expressed your decision to leave him forever. He fastly cleaned the snot forming on his nose with his sleeve all the way he properly addressed you with a defeated expression.

"Please, (Y/n)... No me dejes."

No me dejes, don't leave me.

And you left. Fucking coward.

Well. It's been three years, it's hard to remember the exact details of all that happend afterwards.

It all felt like a fever dream. It still does feel like it sometimes, like you will soon wake up on an overly comfortable bed next to the love of your life laying tightly wrapped against his warm caramel skin looking more bronze thanks to the morning sun shining from your window. You can still remember his musky scent filling your senses and relaxing you back to sleep.

But you are still living a nightmare with no knight in camouflage-patterned armor ready to kiss your sorrows away.

Smoke shot through your nose trills when loud cries of happiness erupted from a small group of people surrounding a couple, apparently it was a surprise reunion between a soldier and his wife while their family and friends recorded the emotional moment.

A soldier. Yeah that's the reason you left. His work.

It was close to this date three years ago when you left the love of your life because your heart simply couldn't take the pain and worry of having your lover serving the military anymore. A soldier who risked his life constantly with the hope that, in doing so, he was helping make this world a little safer for you and your future children to live in. He warned you of his job, your mutual friends did as well and yet you were young and in love, so you ignored the ache until you decided enough was enough. After some time you begun cursing at his occupation and in consequence the arguments fastly turned into a frequent thing between you. Under the thick mist of your bitterness you deeply wished that you could change his mind to remain a lifeguard and or/a surfing teacher, like he used to be before he proudly announced to his family he was going to enlist. It didn't pay half as much as his job as an operator but... But at least your Gus was closer and safer.

Fuck. Stop dwelling on the past. You'll go poor at this rate with the amount of professional help you have been getting that seemingly does NOT work. It still hurts, it feels as if you made no progress at all.

Why couldn't you fucking move on from Gustavo Rodriguez.

You dropped your last cig. A sigh, a tiny stomp on it, and your feet moved on autopilot walking down the road to pick up your bus and finally go home.

"(Y/N)!!!" A female voice shouted from behind you.

"Emma, what's the rush?"

Your coworker and best friend Emma panted as if she had ran a marathon just to get to you when the mall was only a few meters behind you. Smoker lungs.

"Say-... Huff! Fuck!... You wouldn't happen t' have a spare cig?" See?

"Nah, burnt the last one a few minutes ago."

Her ocean eyes shot to the half-started cigar pitifully laying on the road you were pointing at.

"You bitch! You wasted it!" She cried out loud.

"Just dropped it. No drama." With that you resumed your walk to the bus stop and she once again rushed to meet your pace huffing.

"You didn't even wait for me!!!"

Wait for her? Ah right.

"Sorry uh, I forgot." You said mentally slapping yourself for forgetting you two were supposed to meet after work to go to the Christmas market near your house and meet the rest of your friend group.

Emma was silent until you two reached the stop. Her eyes glanced your way once or twice thinking to herself until she finally spoke up her thoughts. "It's nearly Christmas."

Why did that simple sentence still burnt your soul after all this years? It's Christmas and you are still crying for a man you likely will never see again.

She didn't have to say it for you to know what she wanted to tell you with the way she was looking your way. Instead, she said:

"I heard Rory is also coming."

The idea of hanging out with your group of friends to watch the lights and buy some Christmas bullshit tempted you to socialize instead of hiding inside your cave of an apartment, but the way Emma and the others tried to go all sly and set you up with this Rory guy kind of infuriated you. You had already shared your distaste for the idea of hooking up with anyone at all, and you were doing the exact same thing now trying to shut down Emma's teasing. The girl was near showing you a diagram on his phone of how you two perfectly matched.

Of course, there were other guys after Gus. Though, your sex life had brutally ended after half a year trying to forget him in the most disgusting ways, by fucking anything that moved.

It all begun with your neighbor Eric who you thanked profusely for lending a shoulder to cry on and helping you carry stuff to your new house the only way your broken state could, by fucking him silly on the back of his van. Screams turned into moans, moans into grunts and grunts into broken sobs filled with grief of who you let go and shame on how you were dealing with the loss.

Moan, sob, cry. That's how it always was until you stopped trying and turned to therapy.

"It's always the same Emma... I just can't." You said after explaining it to her like it was the first time you ever told her. It wasn't.

"(Y/n), please. Let the past be past. Whatever happened happend and it was so long ago... Dear, you can't keep feeling like this every Christmas." And how right she is.

"Listen... Let's just have fun, yeah?" You'll have to try.

You two got in the bus and sat together near the exit when you nod and weakly smiled. Your friend cups your hand and smiles with you. You are not alone in your grief.

.

An hour an a half have passed.

You are your friendly self again.

You and Emma have showered and dressed up more suited clothes matching the weather and festivity.

Since you two lived in the same building complex you showed up together to the local library's door where Elliot and Mary (the group's only couple) were waiting with shit-eating grins scanning your outfits. "(Y/n) what bet did you lose?" Mary smirked.

You couldn't help but bark out laughing, Emma laughed as well suddenly conscious of how you two showed up.

"It was HER idea to get these ugly things on!" You lamented. Emma had practically ordered you to wear ugly Christmas sweaters, yours being all about the Grinch and hers being cute and pink with snow-puppies, hearts and glittery things that gave you and anyone around an instant headache to look at.

"Don't be mean, guys. I think Rory will like it." A new voice spoke.

Your group of four turned to greet Allison. You smiled politely when she begun a round of hugs. Allison was the only friend from your old town's group who still talked to you after your breakup with Gus, the rest of your friends didn't support your decision and ended up trash talking and bullying you on social media. You understood to some extent, but you also thanked Allison for being impartial about what happend even if it was awkward when she presented herself (again) the day Emma invited you to meet her friend group. Since then you two kept it civil and never talked about Gus. EVER.

"Alli, I got you some muffins." You offered her a bag from your auntie's restaurant and she smiled accepting it comically fast.

"A fucking treat~! Remind me to get ya something afterwards." She winked, her black polished nails poked your nose in endearment. It's nice to have Allison by your side, it feels like you two have moved past the awkward stage, thank God.

You guys met the other remaining two at the gates of the market. The other two being Rory and his little sister, she was close to your age but everyone called her Baby because of how tiny she was in stature and her childish demeanor. You have been with this group for long enough to feel ashamed to ask for her true name, it was hard as hell to somehow make them say her real name and she was adamant on presenting herself as Baby. So you stick by that silly nickname.

"If it isn't Baby and daddy!" You laughed greeting them both while they approached the group. Baby hugged you and Rory visibly blushed but played it off with a crackle and to top it off he gave you a dumb reverence "Lady (y/n)~"

Awkward as hell... But so was calling him daddy. What the hell is wrong with you??

The rest gave you a knowing look that digged deep in your shame. Alright he was handsome but-

"My GOD (Y/n), Grinch suits you like a fucking glove." Baby barked enthusiastic.

"THANK YOU, IT WAS MY CHOICE~" Emma replied on a singsong voice and they all agreed it was very suiting considering how melancholic and serious you got when Christmas approached. "I don't hate Christmas! Come on guys-" You don't! The only things you hate about Christmas are the bad memories it brings.

Emma looks at you with puppy eyes "Buuuuuut I do like the Grinch..." She smiles then.

Rory was fast to get to your side when all of you begun walking past the park's gates where the Christmas market was placed, you swallowed down the bitterness forming within you. The Christmas decorations accompanied by Holliday's songs, delicious smells of various food stalls and friendly chatter here and there were enough to calm down your nerves, you basked on your surrounding and relaxed your body forcing yourself not to move away from the redhead boy.

The little snow falling from the sky felt refreshing on your torching skin when blush crept up your cheeks as you felt Rory guide your gloved hand around his arm with an excited smile. You then decided that perhaps he just needed a chance, and for the sake of the festive and Emma... You should try. Maybe this was what you needed to finally heal.

You smiled back, though not as brightly but it was there and he seemed to be content enough with your reaction. Rory knew what you were going through and you were glad he didn't push the subject or force you to accept his advances at once.

You squeezed his bicep with both hands now well tucked on his side as your group resumed your tour through the market.

You two walked together behind the group, careful not to miss anything or get lost in the crowd. The market was packed with people so the group walked slow overlooking every item stocked on the stalls, you even picked a thing or two from all the stuff you saw to decorate your apartment later and ate some free samples of delicious food from salty to sweet, or course you were not the only one interested on trying every free Christmas treat. Your entire group had enough samples to spark some real hunger after half an hour exploring the crowdy streets and taking quick pictures for Instagram. So your new destination was the center of the plaza where numerous tables were placed for people to enjoy their food.

The snow had lessened thanks to the salt sprayed on the ground but it left the seats cold and wet so you all went to find a dry table nearest to the food stalls where seats seemed drier thanks to the nearby buildings.

When you had finally found a table Rory suggested to split the group, that way half of you would pick up the meals of your choosing while the other half guards your table.

Allison (the most responsible of the group) spoke up her plan:

"Rory, Elliot and Mary, you'll gather the food along with Baby because she has her head on her damned phone all the time so we'll send her what we want to order and then...-"

Her eyes widened in shock when she stared past the group, most of you didn't notice because Elliot and Rory begun chattering about which stall would be best to satiate your hunger, but you saw the horror in her eyes and just when you were about to turn around to see what exactly got your friend so frightened your head snapped back to her in surprise, her hands quickly cupped your cheeks as to extinguish your curiosity from what or WHO just walked by your table.

But it was already too late.

The person walked right in front your noses with his back facing you, he was seemingly lost looking around and peaking down his phone apparently checking for any notification. He was wearing a thick coat and a wool hat, dark curls peeked out wildly from under the cozy cover.

"(Y/n), wait."

You don't know who said it because your attention was heavily projected on this man. Whatever sounds came around you were muffled, your senses only picking up the jazz music stopping abruptly announcing a change of song, perhaps another genre. You didn't care as you followed behind this stranger.

His tall, bulky frame made it a little hard for him not to bump into someone causing him to constantly pay quiet apologies to the people he stumbled on, his voice was too low for you to recognize him by. So you tried to get closer and closer, something deep inside you ached. A familiar kind of pain.

You rushed through the crowd almost trotting to not lose sight of the walking figure, anticipation and nerves were your main fuel. At some point you questioned just what the hell you were doing yet you never stopped your tracks.

Then he came to an abrupt stop near a tree right next to a table presumably to sit down. You were a few feet behind him when he sat down facing your direction. A cream colored scarf hid his lower half isolating it from the cold winter air, globed fingers tapped his phone furiously contradicting the patient look on his gaze as he stared down the screen. Those honey eyes surrounded by bronze skin, hands big but gentle, curly hair dark yet shiny...

Could life be so cruel or so merciful for you to be met by the image of your long lost love sitting right in front of you oblivious of your presence?

A new song played on the background, and it suited the situation so well you wanted to cry, "The Night We Met" you believe it was called.

Could this really be Gus?

Your hand shakily fished out your phone from your pocket when you dialed his number careless of how in seven hells you still remembered it.

You saw him pause, the movement of his thumbs froze on the screen when he took in the image of your contact. A selfie of you both giggling wrapped around each other on the beach's sand with a beautiful view of the morning sky from behind bathing your forms with it's light, it was taken on his town of birth's beach, you still remember the trip in detail.

Gus never got it on himself to block you and he exhaled a defeated sigh at the realization that you couldn't do so either.

Your throat constricted, eyes wide open with nervous anticipation.

You didn't miss the way he sucked in a breath and with shaky hands (not from the cold) he swiped his thumb across the screen, making you believe for a second that he'd ghost you until his voice came like a whisper through the phone's speaker.

"Hello?"

Goosebumps.

Silence.

His head rose up, some short of invisible force attracted his eyes to your form in an instant. Like he knew deep down it was you who had been following him.

" I had all and then most of you, some and now none of you. Take me back to the night we met. "

Your lower lip wobbled uncontrollably.

This wasn't your youthful Gus, you told yourself noticing how the weight of time had hardened all his features, all of them but those big doe eyes of his and plump lips hooded by a big moustache around a sea of dark stubble, he didn't have that baby face you grew used to kiss and nuzzle. His hair looked longer and curlier as well, and his natural tan skin seemed to have darkened. He looked so... Changed but at the same time so familiar.

" I don't know what I'm supposed to do haunted by the ghost of you oh, take me back to the night we met. "

For a millisecond he looked stunned, a hand shot to his mouth and the other dropped his phone on the table's counter. His eyes filled with tears mirroring your own, your knees gave out when you took a step closer making you lose your balance to which he startled you by immediately jumping from his seat and holding your forearms ignoring his backpack and phone on the table behind him.

"Woop, slippery... Thanks." You murmured.

"I- Yeah. No problem." Gus murmured back.

Once you (god knows how) recovered he stepped back, his fingers flexed on his sides and he gave you a polite smile a bit goofy looking with how his moustache twitched. It was easy to smile back.

In a blink he had invited you to join him on the table sitting right next to him. You two sat there in silence not sure how to start a conversation through your bodies were turned to face one another with your knees almost touching, you couldn't help but avoid eye contact, every time one of you stared it turned the other to a nervous mess.

You wanted to make the awkward quiet go away but your anxiety got the best of you, you were too afraid you'd turn into a babbling mess as soon as you opened your mouth. But to your luck, Gus knew this and as nervous as he was feeling as well, he decided to take the next step.

"It's been a while..."

A breeze of chilly air sways his locks hitting you with the aroma of his own masculine musk. You almost tear up with how much you have missed this smell.

"I-... Yes. Yes it has."

He gave you a tiny nod as to elaborate, to let you unhinge but you were simply too nervous.

"You have-... Stubble now." You cringed at your choice of words.

"Haha, Yeah, last time we met I couldn't properly grow a beard." Gus said seemingly more relaxed though the way he was playing with his phone case blew up his calmed and collected cover.

Last time I saw you I couldn't properly grow a pair and stay. You thought. "It suits?" You said instead.

He smirks tilting his head teasingly "is that a question?" He was obviously pulling your leg but it made your anxiety increase. You immediately shake your head and nervously try to rephrase but he laughs reassuringly, calmly clarifying he was only joking.

He was still your Gus, the one you left though he seemed more mature, more grown and happy. You had to admit it terrified you that all the war and gore from his job would extinguish the warmth from Gus' beautiful inner fire. But it's better to keep his job aside.

"I uhm. Like your sweater." He brought you back from your foggy mind. "It suits." He continued poking the Grinch's nose right on your chest. You blushed.

"Haha yeah, well-" at the corner of your eye you saw the piggy tails of Baby and a pink glittery sweater.

"D-do you think it really suits me?" You nervously ask as you try to do push your worries aside trying to ignore your group passing by sneaking glances your way probably to go get the food you never got to order. Fuck the food, this was way more important.

Gus' trained eyes read your disstress easy so he turns his head to the side but by the time he does your group is gone swallowed by a crowd of hungry people, though it doesn't calm your nerves one bit so you, as an old habit, link pinkies with him calling for his attention. His head snaps back to your conjoined hands, autumn eyes stare wide at you and in surprise he snatches his hand back.

Fuck your life-...

It was something you used to do when you were stressed around him, you linked pinkies and he would pull you closer, cradle you, share his body heat and murmur sweet nothings for you and only you to hear. It's surprising how in times like this even with you two seemingly so apart from each other your body still called for his. But he couldn't have it. Not after what happend, not like this. Not yet...

He sees you now sitting one feet apart from him, with wide eyes mirroring his, reddened all over and seemingly surprised with your own action. And the way your face falls in shame, in panic.

It's been a long time.

But he doesn't want to see your pretty face sour over some old habit, it was just... Surprising.

So his massive hand took yours. His eyes were warm with a friendly comfort only he could provide.

"I really think it suits." Gus resumed the conversation. His thumb massaged your palm, his boyish smile grew wide making his eyes crinkle with how you shivered.

"You were never a winter person, i knew it from the start. The cold was hellish for you. Every time I mentioned going to the beach on any Holliday you'd throw yourself inside my van with two suitcases for the both of us."

How come you had forgotten about this?

"You'd beg to bring the boards even when the waves frightened you." He dragged his finger tip to the lines of your palm drawing invisible waves.

"Because you knew I'd insist on giving you surfing lessons."

"You were insufferable."

Gus laughed out loud, his shoulders shaking with the force of his chuckles but your linked hands never separated.

"You endured my terrible surfing classes-"

"I had fun! I was just worried I'd slip or have to fight off a shark!"

Gus shakes his head in amusement, his calm and friendly demeanor slowly made you more relaxed with the way he didn't stiffen again after the stun you pulled.

"Tonta, you know I would have dealt with any giant shark comin' after my princesa. Would have cooked it too! It'd work as a warning for all the dangerous fishes out there!"

You tried not to mention the nickname.

You adjusted a little on your seat, your knees bumped but you didn't pull away and Gus didn't either, his hand was still over yours, he was wearing gloves which seemed to annoy him so he paid a quiet apology and took out that glove. He once told you it was bad manners to hold a lady's hand with gloves but what excuse did he have considering how bad you had hurt him and how fucking cold the weather was.

He was so fucking warm.

"My hero." You teased.

"I..."

His face fell for a moment. Amber pearls lowered to fix a thoughtful look to your conjoined hands seemingly unable to meet your eyes.

"I didn't quit."

His job. The elephant in the room.

"I know." You answered back.

You leaned a little closer and took Gus' hand to your chest cupping it with both your cold palms.

He looked at your chest then rose his gaze to meet yours with a hint of finality. He wasn't regretful of never quitting but he did seem a little nervous of your reaction considering how things ended between you two.

Your lips parted, and he paid careful attention to your answer "I loved when you did something you were passionate about. You looked so... So unstoppable. The way you'd lit up, your eyes full of wonder and determination while you kept working hard knowing all your effort was focused on making the world better, of helping people. You are an inspiration, Gus."

His eyes stare deep in your soul, with lips bared he was battling the tremble on his lower lip. If you ask he'll blame the weather but you'd know it's a lie.

"I knew you wouldn't quit. I just worried too much and I didn't want my worry to become a burden. I felt arrogant for wanting to keep you all by myself robbing you of your hopes and dreams."

He stands up with a puzzled expression, only to kneel right between your thighs drenching his pants with dirt from the damp floor. The seat was too low and he was taller than you so he was almost to your level.

"A burden...? You were everything, (Y/n)." He blinked quickly holding back the tears. "You were my light, you were my biggest support until I chose a goal that ruined our relationship-" you tried to speak up but his other hand held your left cheek silencing you. "I missed you. But at the same time I was grateful you were away, somewhere my enemies wouldn't reach you, I cried the loss of my love but I couldn't crumble. Not with the burden of my occupation, (Y/n)."

His long lashes shine with unshed tears, you released his hand and cupped his cheeks.

"Gus..."

"I'm glad you left me. I wouldn't know what to do with myself if... If anything ever happened to you, princesa..."

Your foreheads and noses firmly pressed together, eyes closed, and heart beats synchronized.

"I do go to therapy now,... I've got new friends..." You listed.

He moves back a little to fully take you in, your hands cup his face and his hands cup yours back affectionately, his hot breath mingles with your own, Gus' stubble feels alien yet comforting against your palms.

"I'm so happy t'hear that, (y/n)." He said sincerely with a little smile.

It took Gus having you so close to realize just how tired you looked. Your hair had gotten longer and he could tell you haven't been taking proper care of it like you used to, your eyes held heaviness in them, and your skin looked paler. The healing road was long and tedious for you. It was painfully obvious you needed company to endure it in order to not fall back, he felt relief knowing you made friends after what happend with your old friend group. Gus was smart enough to leave that group when he found out about all the trash talking and toxicity they held against you and of course, even if he wasn't there for you for obvious reasons it still ate him inside that he wasn't there to help you in any way, though the only true help he could have given you was to let you go.

It stung, but that's reality, and he had accepted that so long ago...

You two space out looking deep into the abyss of your dilated pupils.

"You look so beautiful with that dumb Grinch sweater, mi vida."

That seemed to snap you from your trance.

"W-wait, It seemed you were looking for someone on the crowd before I stepped in."

"Aha, yeah well..." His hands left yours as he hid them on his pockets for heat. "I was supposed to meet with someone today but it's the third time this week they stand me up."

Oh...

"A-a date? Sorry, I didn't mean to get in the way-"

"Are you kidding me? I knew they'd probably leave me hanging again, but this?" He smiled nodding your way "this was a wonderful surprise. A Christmas gift nonetheless." His voice was a purr. "I'm glad they didn't come, you were a beautiful surprise."

"After all these years..." You whispered leaning a little closer, Gus' eyes softened, his hands cupped your elbows when your hands landed a feather-like touch on his chest. "After all this years." He nods "What happend in the past- I hold no grudge (Y/n). I never hated you. It's just dust in the wind, I only lament what it costed me... You."

Could it be that done it the right way you two could have somehow gotten past your hate for his work? Maybe not fully restore your romantic relationship but perhaps held some short of light friendship?

Like Gus said, it's dust in the wind. "We must be grateful for what life has given us" not for what it had taken from us. His words will echo in your memory for the rest of your life.

"I want to show you the real me. I want to show you how much I'm achieving, Gus." It caught him by surprise, he sucked in a deep breath.

"I want to make it right. I'm not... Asking anything from you other than perhaps..."

"I'll stay."

You felt your eyes burn.

He said it with so much sincerity it hurt. Because you once said the same thing and ended up leaving him behind. Gus was willing to take the first step and trust you so you two could restore what was broken.

"I'm sorry." You wept.

"I know you are. And I'm sorry as well."

You stand up taking his hands with you leading him on his feet once more.

"You are right, though. I'm glad we took some distance from each other." He nods sniffing and you continue. "It did help me compose myself and looking back at our relationship, how different our dreams were, how different we were from each other."

Gus was quick to replay, his hands squeezing yours twice. "Being different wasn't the problem, (y/n). We were young, we didn't even know what we were doing most of the time." He spoke with so much emotion. "But now, we are experienced are we not? We can use the knowledge of failed relationship, romantic or platonic, to better the ones we have now and the next we achieve in the future."

There was so much wisdom on his words, therapy had certainly helped these years because you were convinced if he had said this to your past self you would have probably scoffed.

"You uh, came with your friends, no?" Gus spoke with a thick accent looking to another table a few rows back. Realization hit you that you never told them your whereabouts, though they saw you with Gus, you were sure they'd understand, some better than others but they will nonetheless.

"They'll be fine, I'll send a quick text to the group chat if-... Well... If you'll have me-"

"Si." He cleared his throat. "Yes. Please?"

You giggled and Gus excused himself to go take food for the two of you, and soon after you were done he invited you to walk with him and see the rest of the market.

The gang was hesitant but eventually they agreed to see you other day, they weren angry as you expected them to be considering how rudely you had left their table, even Rory encouraged you to have fun and the girls were sending you their worries to not make reckless decisions or wonder off again. You loved this group so much.

"I've never been in this town before, gotta say it's more beautiful than people describe it." Gus then side-eyed you "definitely breathtaking."

You chuckle red as a tomato picking up a random glass figurine of a polar bear holding a present from the stall you two were visiting. You feel like you are floating, Gus was openly flirting with you and although you knew better than to keep your hopes up you couldn't deny the tension between you two.

"Prettier than your hometown?"

"Ay, don't compare." He said poking your side, his bulking figure dwarfing yours the instant he went to peek down from your left shoulder at the little figurine you were inspecting. It oddly resembled Gus, this big bear gently holding a present, and as expected going out shopping with Gus, you two left the stall with the tiny glass bear wrapped in a cute paper bag.

"You know..." You begun with a trembling voice making Gus stop on his tracks to look back at you, your hands linked together.

"I-i had planned to dine with the others at my place..."

His face fell the tiniest bit and you rushed to continue "But since we separated-... I'd be a shame if I ended up having dinner alone..."

The Rican smiled widely, the apples of his cheeks rose with the gesture making the Christmas lights accentuate his light blush "Y'sure? I mean- id love to join you."

"Will you judge my cooking skills?" You grinned.

"I obviously gotta see how much improvement you had made these years, princesa."

The plan of cooking with Gus was irresistible enough to make you feel giddy to your core, your feet trotted forward making the operator laugh in amusement at your giddiness.

And so you left the market with new Christmas decorations, an adorable glass bear and a human-sized bear you never thought you'd see ever again, and suddenly Christmas stopped feeling bitter and lonely.

Hell, perhaps now you'll start believing in Christmas miracles.

[bluegekk0]

What does the family do over the holidays?

mmm jolly time yes

generally they would all try to relax and enjoy some quality time together during the holidays. as for the preparations, whether they actually celebrate christmas (modern au) or some kind of christmas equivalent (regular fpk au), i think they would look mostly similar

since in both versions of the au fpk is the one who tinkers and comes up with gizmos and all kinds of inventions, he'd be the one responsible for decorating the house and the tree with lights. i imagine they'd be decoration lights that he made himself, so he'd be very busy making sure they all work properly. and aside from that, he would help grimm with other kinds of decorations, since grimm is the one with a much better taste in those things. i could see him trying to help out with the other responsibilities, though i think he'd find himself doing the best job at decorating

speaking of grimm, he'd be responsible for the presents, i imagine. since he travels the most of all of them, he would be able to visit all kinds of shops and get everyone a gift from their wishlist. i think he'd find a lot of enjoyment in doing it, he loves getting presents for the family so he'd have a great time. and when he gets back home, like i mentioned, he handles the decorations in the house. as for the troupe matters, after settling in dirtmouth, i could see a lot of the grimmkin having their own houses, lives, maybe even families? so i imagine some holiday breaks would be in order, and since he's the troupe master, it's something he'd also have to keep in mind. aside from that, perhaps the troupe has special holiday themed performances that they have to prepare for, so he'd have to make sure it all goes according to plan (i imagine he wouldn't star in them, he wouldn't want to miss out on spending time with his family)

hornet is the only one who can actually properly cook, so i imagine she'd be the preparing any kinds of holiday meals with the help of ogrim. lewk would also assist her since he enjoys keeping her company in the kitchen, and he's very curious about how things are made. whenever she's done with that, i imagine she checks on the rest of the family to see if they need any help. she always pretends like she doesn't care about the holidays and would rather spend that time on her own without anyone bothering her, but deep down she really enjoys spending it with her family

holly and zote would have the christmas tree decoration duty (or whatever kind of decorative tree they would have for the hallownest equivalent). holly is the tallest of the family so they wouldn't need a ladder for even the tallest branches. and, of course, zote would explode if he didn't get to put the tree topper as the finishing touch, so they'd lift him up so that he can reach it. if lewk gets involved, then i imagine holly often ends up looking like a second christmas tree, with garlands, lights and baubles hanging from their horns haha

you know, i definitely want to draw them in a christmas like scenario some day. so this was actually a nice chance to think of possible ideas for it

[satoshi-mochida]

Parasol Stars: The Story of Bubble Bobble III launches July 11 - Gematsu

Parasol Stars: The Story of Bubble Bobble III will launch for PlayStation 5, Xbox Series, PlayStation 4, Xbox One, and Switch on July 11 for $9.99 / €9.99, ININ Games announced. Pre-orders are available now for Switch via Nintendo eShop with a 10 percent-off discount, and will open for Xbox Series and Xbox One on June 19. The PlayStation 5 and PlayStation 4 versions can be wishlisted via PlayStation Store.

Here is an overview of the game, via ININ Games:

About The legendary bubble dragons Bub and Bob are back… in human form!? In this critically acclaimed TAITO classic, available on modern consoles for the first time, the now-transformed Bubby and Bobby embark on a mission to save their neighboring planets. But this time, instead of blowing bubbles, our favorite duo swings colorful parasols filled with magical powers. Use parasols as a shield against enemy projectiles or stun, and pick up and throw foes as projectiles themselves! Parasol Stars released in 1991 as the sequel to Rainbow Islands, marks the third installment in TAITO’s massively successful Bubble Bobble series of action platformers and has lost none of its colorful charm throughout the years. High-score hunters can rejoice because just like in the bubble-filled predecessor skillful play will quickly fill the levels with sweet and fruity collectibles that can be gathered to climb the leaderboard. Look out for a variety of pick-ups to be found granting you all sorts of special powers from bouncing energy balls to screen-clearing magic. Play on your own or bring a friend and take on the challenging levels together! Just like using enemies as projectiles, flinging your buddy against the enemies could be a good strategy. But be careful, as you won’t only stun the enemy you hit but your buddy-turned projectile as well. In the two-player cooperative mode, tactical teamwork is key to clearing the levels and getting the highest scores.

Key Features

Addictive arcade-style gameplay.

Creative and clever game mechanics with magical Parasols.

More Parasols! Enjoy the tactical depth of the action-filled two-player cooperative play.

A cosmic journey with eight vibrant planets (and two secret bonus levels).

Catchy and memorable soundtrack.

Parasol Stars is a retro gem brought back for modern consoles whose bright and beautifully crafted worlds will draw you in, and its simple but addictive one- or two-player gameplay will make you want to come back again and again to reach the top of the leaderboard.

Watch a new trailer below. View a new set of screenshots at the gallery.

Release Date Trailer

[findroleplay]

「 ✦ 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞!! 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐮𝐭𝐲!! ✦ 」

hello !! 16m [he/they] looking for some long term roleplay partners!!

[i’m not replacing current rp partners! just branching out :D]

♱ ⋮ to get the main things out of the way first, my age range for partners is generally around fifteen to seventeen who would love to do multiple fandom roleplays with me!! i’m mainly an ocxcanon person, and doubling up is encouraged/preferred! i can usually play any character that is asked of me, so no worries about that!

♱ ⋮ i write on discord and am semi-lit to literate with varying lengths of replies, but it all depends on what my partner prefers. as a basis, i write about one to two paragraphs [about ten to fifteen sentences or so] and would prefer if my partner has a similar length as well! there’s also no stress if replies aren’t frequent, just make sure to tell me if something comes up and you might reply a bit later :D

♱ ⋮ it would be super appreciated if we can be friends before we’re rp partners!! i really value talking ooc with my partners and being able to share all of our ideas together, whether that be talking about the plot of our rps or even other fandoms we might want to try roleplaying as well! don’t be a stranger and let’s get to know each other ^^

「 ✦ 𝙣𝙤𝙬, 𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙩!! ✦ 」

[characters that are bolded = super wishlist !!]

♱ ⋮ the main fandoms i’m looking for include:

twisted wonderland

jujutsu kaisen

chainsaw man

honkai: star rail

black butler

one piece

persona 5

♱ ⋮ the main characters i’m looking for include:

(twst) deuce spade, ruggie bucchi, epel felmier, malleus draconia, idia shroud

(jjk) gojo satoru, yuta okkotsu, choso kamo

(csm) angel devil, denji, yoshida hirofumi

(hsr) jing yuan, dan heng, boothill, sunday

(kuro) ciel phantomhive, grelle sutcliffe, sebastian michealis

(op) monkey d luffy, zoro roronoa, trafalgar d water law

(p5) akira kurusu/ren amamiya, goro akechi

♱ ⋮ i have other fandoms that i’m into aside from this, but these are the main ones i’m looking for! any other fandom can also be discussed in dms :DD

and that’s all from me !! thank you so much for showing interest, and you can reach out to me however you want! or just like this post and i’ll reach out to you!! ^^

-

[6of575]

my goal is to try and make at least a post a day on here, even if its nothin very interesting to anybody else

i feel like,,, if i can finally successfully make it a habit to post and engage, it might just trick my brain from task avoidance

so! post done and heres the part for me thats fun:

(under a cut since its ramblin long)

the books im currently reading concurrently are some conlang construct books mr am got me that have been on my wishlist for ages, along with a very cool book about black holes and theories surrounding them, which mr am loaned to me from his collection

one of the things we share is a love of science and space, and more specifically, stars and time travel and all the things about our known universe that black holes straight up break

i have a lot of fun chatting with him; i really cant overstate the value of a friend so genuine, who i am never too much of, and i can talk about all my interests without the reflexive dread creeping on in

all that bullshit i learned growing up, yanno the kind: "im boring, im dumb, who could possibly enjoy swapping rock facts, much less listen to hours of it even when it our interests DONT align"

like, theres so much else about my friendship with him thats meaningful, but thats top tier right there

and lately? ive gotten a few others in my corner, who when i share, im starting to feel like that with them, too

its so weird! to have gone from one person to a tiny community of folks (and i mean little! its like,, five? six? of us max usually) that thrive on a love of the weird and the cringe and the stubborn hope

plenny others have waxed more eloquent than me about this sorta thing--how fandom spaces come sorta pre-fab with common, shared interests that its fans bring, and they build their fort and theres rules already laid out, and it becomes a second (sometimes first) home, of sorts

but when its starting from scratch, when its about stuff and is made by people that others just wouldnt ordinarily invest in or look at without outside prompting, thats not the same! its not a bad thing, more neutral, but its stressful, its really such a lonely feeling

except--when you finally find it, that person, and thats a community of its own, and it can grow, and suddenly you swappin stories, throwing jokes! and memes and links and hey inevitably, theres also those what ifs about your little guys

and everything is srs and sacred and everything is hilarious and "i cant believe this is real life" levels of stupid

you get to learn habits and quirks and whole personalities

"hey this reminded me of you" "hey, check out this view" "oh, thats right, yer the possum dude" "you love medieval lore--and i read this, and what do you think about it, too"

its suddenly kind of a fandom space after all, and its like, still work of course, reaching for and keeping more and being a person with, it aint that neat or pretty

but its got warmth and joy and expansion, after a lifetime of making yourself small enough to try and fit

you end up fans of your friends, fans of their life, hyping each other up and up and up about the most mundane shit and it starts to look like not even the skys the limit

planning things to do together, spending long hours into the night to parallel play with vidgames or watchin movies like time aint nothin thisll last forever, right? (it doesnt, always, but thats also part of this, and the ones that stay, the ones that work with you

those are the ones waking up to backread your chats like its the morning newspaper

and your life matters

like its better than the best hot goss, its saturday morning cartoons and their favour ice cream flavours

only now we adults and its also commiseratin over breakups and bills, and cross-country moves, and its celebrating that i saw chickens in the yard today and you finally got your boygirlthemsomethin gender fuckery juice)

idk idk idk

i feel some kinda way about all that

i never thought id make it so far that im nearly forty

never thought id get to ask "okay, well, now what? what do i wanna do, and try, and be?"

im... starting small i think, and im for reals happy, happier than i have been in years; i learned how to be alla my friends biggest fans, and im starting to finally believe

other people can feel that way about me

i just really think thats kinda neat

[ilikedyourablogithere]

Going through the Abrahamic mythos for dislyte wishlist

like ya I usually just dismiss it cause all everyone is just going to say is jesus revives in three turns or lucifer... as a pretty man (game changing ideas I know)

but no... seeing as this is a more likely to happen than not since they're using demons for bosses now, let's make the list

starting with angels I want

Sandalphon

The Chief of the 7th Heaven

The one in charge of receiving prayers for God

And noticably described as tall which is saying alot seeing how angels can shapeshift. So dudes gotta be pretty big to be described as a tall angel

The 7th Heaven is where the angels that sing to god reside. So another singing esper with some sort of support

Legendary Creatures I'll pick the

Re'em

Described as unicorn, some sorta african bovine or a rhino. I say it'd make for a cool furry (I mean we don't have a rhino furry yet)

gigantic has strength very durable and a horn that can reach the sky. these things were mistake for mountians

a defender wind esper that works similar to Li Ao, where it removes characters from the field for a set number of turns

I can't really say I want a satan of all things but I guess I'll pick

Mastema

I mean according to the story he's not actively tempting human into doing evil so they go to hell and burn for all eternity. From his perspective he's just tempering humanity, giving out test, making them stronger...if someone can't hang and end up failing to meet up to standards well... well the bible doesn't tell stories about those people now do they?

A gimmick controller that extendeds buffs and debuffs

For fallen I'll pick

Eligor

mostly cause he's a knight with a horse so I imagine his esper would get some cool looking armor and some crazy design horse to ride which would be pretty cool

"discover hidden objects, kindle love and lust, knows the future of wars and how soldiers should meet, along with procuring the favor of lords, knights and other important people. He is apt for divination and the performance of spells to strategize one's life."

So wind support. basic attack has chance of ignoring defense. second kindles love where he shares hp and ultimate kindles lust damaging attackers. think alexa but in full metal armor

Okay for humans of note I pick

Deborah

mostly for that name (the inner DBZ nerd in me was reminded of debura) also I have no girl esper ideas on this list.

Anyways Deborah. The judge of Israel the "fiery woman"

had a part in the bible called "The Song of Deborah" which appearently may be on of the earliest hebrew poetry ( history is a trip amirite ). I think that's like 4 star esper worthy myself

and gonna be 100% I just want some hardass of a woman with a fire stand. just a lady who stays mad...and because she's an esper she gets fire powers.

Because I think that would be cool. the end

And ya I think that covers the bases for me. what about you guy? got anyone of your wishlist

[cleverhottubmiracle]

38 Anna Delvey‘s latest gig? Dinner hostess! Since rising to fame for previous scams, Delvey’s been on strict house arrest in NYC’s West Village—that is, until now. With renewed access to the city, she kicked off 2025 by throwing a sleek dinner party with Selleb‘s Chloe and Claire Lee at The Seagram Building’s The Grill. Ahead of the event, Delvey—and bestie and business partner Kelly Cutrone—sat down with The Daily Front Row to chat about Delvey’s hosting era, New York Fashion Week plans, and her upcoming fashion brand! How did you ring in the new year?Anna Delvey: It’s been great. We stayed in the city. We went to Kelly [Cutrone]’s daughter Ava’s house party in her boyfriend’s cute apartment. Then we went out to The Standard to other friends’ penthouse party. It was my first New Year not being on house arrest in a couple of years. New Year’s is overrated. Kelly Cutrone, Ivy Getty, Chloe Lee, Anna Delvey, Claire Lee, and Justin Moran You’re no longer under strict house arrest, and you’ve been out in NYC more! What are some of your favorite hotspots, restaurants, or shops you’ve visited in the city recently?Delvey: I’ve been going to Via Carota quite a lot. It’s a cute Italian spot, [and] just happens to be close to the courthouse I’ve been going to. Shuko is a nice omakase spot. So many of my friends don’t like sushi, so it’s hard to find people to go with. Westville for lunch and everyday stuff. I don’t really shop in-person anymore. I’ve been shopping more in LA than I did here in New York City. I just buy stuff online. I did go to What Goes Around Comes Around. Kelly [Cutrone] is here, too, so you get two for the price of one! Timo Weiland, Ivy Getty, and Anna Delvey Speaking of dining, Anna, you’re hosting a private dinner with Selleb at The Grill—chic! How did that collaboration come about?Delvey: It’s one of the first dinners I’ll be hosting without being on house arrest. The sisters [Chloe and Claire Lee] have been in touch. They were trying to reach out for a while, [but] it was never a good time; I was on house arrest, I was upstate. The timing is right now, and [I’m] excited to do something together. Justin Moran, Ivy Getty, Claire Lee, Willa Bennett, Chloe Lee, Anna Delvey What will you serve your guests?Delvey: I’ll be cooking myself! [Laughs] We’ll have crab or salad. For entrées, people will be able to choose between sea bass and filet mignon. Sides [are] cottage fries, wild rice, and grilled broccoli. For dessert, there’s going to be a berry tart. The Grill  When you’re hosting events in the city versus at home, how do you choose what to wear?Delvey: When I’m out, I can wear a coat and boots. You don’t get to wear that inside. I’m excited about that, because I love coats. I’m glad I have a chance to wear all my coats out, now that I’m out and about. Going out is a lot more about outerwear and shoes, and you don’t get to do that inside of an apartment—because eventually, you take your shoes off. Justin Moran, Anna Delvey, Kelly Cutrone Let’s talk fashion. Is it true you’re releasing your own clothing line—and what would that look like?Delvey: It would look like nothing [Laughs]. That’s the punchline [from Dancing with the Stars]. I’ve been toying with the name “Nothing.” There’s a lot that can be done with that word play. I don’t want to say too much yet. We’re exploring a couple of options. We planning on releasing a little drop. We have those cute tote bags that we designed. We’re going to be releasing a very shortly, and maybe T-shirts. We’re working on a bigger thing that’s too early to talk about yet. Winter’s here, and spring is coming up. What are some pieces in your wishlists right now, or any winter must-haves?Delvey: I’m into coats. I’ve been like buying lots of coats recently. I am looking at a couple of pieces from Alexander McQueen. I used to have a lot of stuff by him—but now, all of that is old. Burgundy is a color I’m trying to get into. I had a shoot recently, [where] everyone kept saying how great it looked. I have so much black and gray, so I’m trying to diversify my color palette, and people insist I look good in burgundy—so I’m looking at some burgundy pieces. Are there any specific coats you’re loving?Delvey: I like Max Mara. They’re a staple, they have great quality. COS for more fast fashion vibes. Fabiani Filippi—I’ve got the short coat I might be wearing. I like Rick Owens, but that’s more for jackets. Max Mara Spring 2025 COS Spring 2025 Will you be out at New York Fashion Week this season? You seem runway ready!Delvey: Yes! I’m going to be with a collective show by four Thai designers. [It’s] called One Night in Bangkok, [with] Matter Makers, Merge, VICKTEERUT, and Vinn Patararin. I am in talks with some other brands to walk for them. Everyone is deciding on the schedule, so I can’t commit to anything where it’s going to be a conflict. You have a close friendship with Kelly Cutrone, who you’ve also hosted 3 fashion shows with in the past. How did you two meet?Delvey: I was on Call Her Daddy, and Alex Cooper asked me, “What made you move to New York?” I was like, “Off the top of my head, I was watching The City and Kell On Earth and I thought fashion PR was so cool. I guess Ava heard it, and she told Kelly, and then we started this back and forth on people’s podcasts. Cutrone: My daughter is almost 23 now, so she was probably 20 at the time. I came downstairs, and she goes, “Oh my god, mom, you’re on Call Her Daddy.” I was like, “For what? What am I doing on Call Her Daddy? Then she’s like, “Anna Delvey said that you’re the reason she moved to New York.” A couple months later, Leah McSweeney, she [was on] Married to the Mob and RHONY, I did her podcast. In between that time, Anna had thrown a party on her rooftop when she was on house arrest, and I wasn’t invited. We hadn’t talked yet. I just knew that she had said that on Call Her Daddy. I’m on Leah’s podcast, and she said, “Oh my god, I heard that you’re the reason why Anna Delvey moved to New York—but meanwhile, she didn’t even invite you to her birthday party!” I thought it would be funny to pay homage to [entertainer] Al Goldstein on Leah McSweeney’s podcast, and I said, “F-ck you, Anna Deley, f-ck you!” Delvey: Then Cat Marnell forwarded me the clip. Cutrone: We met a month later, and then we decided to do that iconic show together with Outlaw Agency. After that, we became friends, and I had a lot of love and respect for her. We accomplished something even greater than we thought it would be. From there, a friendship developed. I was like, “What are you doing here? Why don’t you just move upstate to my house?” because she was still in house arrest. I thought it was shit to be on house arrest in New York City, in the East Village, and you can’t leave, and we have a lot of property up here. I was like, “You can be in nature, and it would be cool, and you can walk around outside and see animals.” So, she came up, and what was going to be a short stay developed into this partnership and friendship, and at this point it’s family. I’m a social person, but I’m pretty part of it, and Anna’s part of our family. The good thing is, I get to be a good guy next to her! I’m just using her so I look like this sweet little thing, finally, after all these years! Anna, what’s the best advice Kelly’s given you?Delvey: To stay true to myself and not let people define who you are, and not let negativity put me in a new prison. If you listen to everyone and you keep looking over your shoulder, it’s so easy to get stuck and not do anything. Cutrone: Not to let the negativity put her in a new prison, and to stay strong. She’s smart, she’s great. That, and don’t hang out with posers! I’ve taught her how to set a table, and her cooking skills have increased dramatically since knowing me. And she helps me figure out tech! Anna Delvey and Kelly Cutrone You had a memorable exit from Dancing with the Stars last fall. Do you have plans to return to reality TV anytime soon?Delvey: I don’t think I’m gonna be asked back [to Dancing with the Stars]. Cutrone: First of all, we would have to do it in order. We would have to kidnap Julianne Hough, and then we would have to get rid of Carrie [Ann Inaba]. It would be too much work for her to do that! [Laughs] We’re starting a media project that we’re taking out. We’ve been developing it slowly here at the house, and we have hundreds of hours of footage, and we’ve been putting it together. We’re working with a pretty established production company, where we will co-executive produce our project. It’s like Green Acres for people in Gucci boots. You have many creative outlets—we’ve heard you have a memoir in the works, and you also sell your artwork as well. What are some projects you have coming up in 2025?Delvey: I’m still working on my art. I am working on a new collection now. We’re launching photography prints with some of the photographers I’ve been working with, like Oliver Halfin and and Jasper [Soloff]. I’m going to customize them. That’s going to launch early next week, the first batch. I’m working on my book. It didn’t feel like the right time; I wanted to do something after I got out of prison. I didn’t want to write about the crimes or the past, because it’s really hard to move on when people keep asking you [about it]. I needed a healthy distance, and having done something else in my life rather than just talking about the past. I have a lot written, it’s just disconnected. I’m starting to work with a new agency; we’re probably going to release the news shortly. 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38 Anna Delvey‘s latest gig? Dinner hostess! Since rising to fame for previous scams, Delvey’s been on strict house arrest in NYC’s West Village—that is, until now. With renewed access to the city, she kicked off 2025 by throwing a sleek dinner party with Selleb‘s Chloe and Claire Lee at The Seagram Building’s The Grill. Ahead of the event, Delvey—and bestie and business partner Kelly Cutrone—sat down with The Daily Front Row to chat about Delvey’s hosting era, New York Fashion Week plans, and her upcoming fashion brand! How did you ring in the new year?Anna Delvey: It’s been great. We stayed in the city. We went to Kelly [Cutrone]’s daughter Ava’s house party in her boyfriend’s cute apartment. Then we went out to The Standard to other friends’ penthouse party. It was my first New Year not being on house arrest in a couple of years. New Year’s is overrated. Kelly Cutrone, Ivy Getty, Chloe Lee, Anna Delvey, Claire Lee, and Justin Moran You’re no longer under strict house arrest, and you’ve been out in NYC more! What are some of your favorite hotspots, restaurants, or shops you’ve visited in the city recently?Delvey: I’ve been going to Via Carota quite a lot. It’s a cute Italian spot, [and] just happens to be close to the courthouse I’ve been going to. Shuko is a nice omakase spot. So many of my friends don’t like sushi, so it’s hard to find people to go with. Westville for lunch and everyday stuff. I don’t really shop in-person anymore. I’ve been shopping more in LA than I did here in New York City. I just buy stuff online. I did go to What Goes Around Comes Around. Kelly [Cutrone] is here, too, so you get two for the price of one! Timo Weiland, Ivy Getty, and Anna Delvey Speaking of dining, Anna, you’re hosting a private dinner with Selleb at The Grill—chic! How did that collaboration come about?Delvey: It’s one of the first dinners I’ll be hosting without being on house arrest. The sisters [Chloe and Claire Lee] have been in touch. They were trying to reach out for a while, [but] it was never a good time; I was on house arrest, I was upstate. The timing is right now, and [I’m] excited to do something together. Justin Moran, Ivy Getty, Claire Lee, Willa Bennett, Chloe Lee, Anna Delvey What will you serve your guests?Delvey: I’ll be cooking myself! [Laughs] We’ll have crab or salad. For entrées, people will be able to choose between sea bass and filet mignon. Sides [are] cottage fries, wild rice, and grilled broccoli. For dessert, there’s going to be a berry tart. The Grill  When you’re hosting events in the city versus at home, how do you choose what to wear?Delvey: When I’m out, I can wear a coat and boots. You don’t get to wear that inside. I’m excited about that, because I love coats. I’m glad I have a chance to wear all my coats out, now that I’m out and about. Going out is a lot more about outerwear and shoes, and you don’t get to do that inside of an apartment—because eventually, you take your shoes off. Justin Moran, Anna Delvey, Kelly Cutrone Let’s talk fashion. Is it true you’re releasing your own clothing line—and what would that look like?Delvey: It would look like nothing [Laughs]. That’s the punchline [from Dancing with the Stars]. I’ve been toying with the name “Nothing.” There’s a lot that can be done with that word play. I don’t want to say too much yet. We’re exploring a couple of options. We planning on releasing a little drop. We have those cute tote bags that we designed. We’re going to be releasing a very shortly, and maybe T-shirts. We’re working on a bigger thing that’s too early to talk about yet. Winter’s here, and spring is coming up. What are some pieces in your wishlists right now, or any winter must-haves?Delvey: I’m into coats. I’ve been like buying lots of coats recently. I am looking at a couple of pieces from Alexander McQueen. I used to have a lot of stuff by him—but now, all of that is old. Burgundy is a color I’m trying to get into. I had a shoot recently, [where] everyone kept saying how great it looked. I have so much black and gray, so I’m trying to diversify my color palette, and people insist I look good in burgundy—so I’m looking at some burgundy pieces. Are there any specific coats you’re loving?Delvey: I like Max Mara. They’re a staple, they have great quality. COS for more fast fashion vibes. Fabiani Filippi—I’ve got the short coat I might be wearing. I like Rick Owens, but that’s more for jackets. Max Mara Spring 2025 COS Spring 2025 Will you be out at New York Fashion Week this season? You seem runway ready!Delvey: Yes! I’m going to be with a collective show by four Thai designers. [It’s] called One Night in Bangkok, [with] Matter Makers, Merge, VICKTEERUT, and Vinn Patararin. I am in talks with some other brands to walk for them. Everyone is deciding on the schedule, so I can’t commit to anything where it’s going to be a conflict. You have a close friendship with Kelly Cutrone, who you’ve also hosted 3 fashion shows with in the past. How did you two meet?Delvey: I was on Call Her Daddy, and Alex Cooper asked me, “What made you move to New York?” I was like, “Off the top of my head, I was watching The City and Kell On Earth and I thought fashion PR was so cool. I guess Ava heard it, and she told Kelly, and then we started this back and forth on people’s podcasts. Cutrone: My daughter is almost 23 now, so she was probably 20 at the time. I came downstairs, and she goes, “Oh my god, mom, you’re on Call Her Daddy.” I was like, “For what? What am I doing on Call Her Daddy? Then she’s like, “Anna Delvey said that you’re the reason she moved to New York.” A couple months later, Leah McSweeney, she [was on] Married to the Mob and RHONY, I did her podcast. In between that time, Anna had thrown a party on her rooftop when she was on house arrest, and I wasn’t invited. We hadn’t talked yet. I just knew that she had said that on Call Her Daddy. I’m on Leah’s podcast, and she said, “Oh my god, I heard that you’re the reason why Anna Delvey moved to New York—but meanwhile, she didn’t even invite you to her birthday party!” I thought it would be funny to pay homage to [entertainer] Al Goldstein on Leah McSweeney’s podcast, and I said, “F-ck you, Anna Deley, f-ck you!” Delvey: Then Cat Marnell forwarded me the clip. Cutrone: We met a month later, and then we decided to do that iconic show together with Outlaw Agency. After that, we became friends, and I had a lot of love and respect for her. We accomplished something even greater than we thought it would be. From there, a friendship developed. I was like, “What are you doing here? Why don’t you just move upstate to my house?” because she was still in house arrest. I thought it was shit to be on house arrest in New York City, in the East Village, and you can’t leave, and we have a lot of property up here. I was like, “You can be in nature, and it would be cool, and you can walk around outside and see animals.” So, she came up, and what was going to be a short stay developed into this partnership and friendship, and at this point it’s family. I’m a social person, but I’m pretty part of it, and Anna’s part of our family. The good thing is, I get to be a good guy next to her! I’m just using her so I look like this sweet little thing, finally, after all these years! Anna, what’s the best advice Kelly’s given you?Delvey: To stay true to myself and not let people define who you are, and not let negativity put me in a new prison. If you listen to everyone and you keep looking over your shoulder, it’s so easy to get stuck and not do anything. Cutrone: Not to let the negativity put her in a new prison, and to stay strong. She’s smart, she’s great. That, and don’t hang out with posers! I’ve taught her how to set a table, and her cooking skills have increased dramatically since knowing me. And she helps me figure out tech! Anna Delvey and Kelly Cutrone You had a memorable exit from Dancing with the Stars last fall. Do you have plans to return to reality TV anytime soon?Delvey: I don’t think I’m gonna be asked back [to Dancing with the Stars]. Cutrone: First of all, we would have to do it in order. We would have to kidnap Julianne Hough, and then we would have to get rid of Carrie [Ann Inaba]. It would be too much work for her to do that! [Laughs] We’re starting a media project that we’re taking out. We’ve been developing it slowly here at the house, and we have hundreds of hours of footage, and we’ve been putting it together. We’re working with a pretty established production company, where we will co-executive produce our project. It’s like Green Acres for people in Gucci boots. You have many creative outlets—we’ve heard you have a memoir in the works, and you also sell your artwork as well. What are some projects you have coming up in 2025?Delvey: I’m still working on my art. I am working on a new collection now. We’re launching photography prints with some of the photographers I’ve been working with, like Oliver Halfin and and Jasper [Soloff]. I’m going to customize them. That’s going to launch early next week, the first batch. I’m working on my book. It didn’t feel like the right time; I wanted to do something after I got out of prison. I didn’t want to write about the crimes or the past, because it’s really hard to move on when people keep asking you [about it]. I needed a healthy distance, and having done something else in my life rather than just talking about the past. I have a lot written, it’s just disconnected. I’m starting to work with a new agency; we’re probably going to release the news shortly. 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