#a godsend ty for sharing

[obscuraimagines]

girl ty for writing a kodiak fic, ur a godsend frr🙏🙏 can you write one where they go through with the plan of hiking to the rescue point and at night kodiak and reader have to share a tent, also pls include choking if you can

A/N: Thank you so much for this prompt, Anon! I wanted to write a continuation and I had a lot of fun figuring out how to make this work: I hope you like it!

Trust Me

Summary: Follow up to Bite Me. Kodiak and the Reader have some unfinished business to resolve.

Content: Intended for 18+ readers. Smut, breathplay, dubcon, age difference (Reader is over 18.) Mature content under the cut.

Back when you still dreamed of rescue, before winter, you never imagined it like this. You imagined stepping onto the sun warmed asphalt of a runway, all your families waiting for you. At first you imagined other things too – a passing plane noticing smoke from your fire, a search and rescue team just over the next ridge – until you realised just how bad your odds were. Thinking about the logistics of it became too depressing but kept turning the image of home over and over in your mind, until it was worn smooth from handling. 

Now, scrambling up a rocky slope with a handful of your teammates, questioning whether every bird call is really a bird or the friends you abandoned hunting you, you realise how wrong you were. Rescue isn’t something that’s going to happen to you. It’s something you have to claw your way towards: you’re so physically drained you can barely walk straight; you’ve betrayed more of your teammates that you’ve saved; you have no doubt the others will hunt you for it. But it could be worse: you could have been one of the ones left behind. 

Kodiak, the reason you’re here, pauses on top of the ridge and turns to survey the rest of your group, straggling behind him. They know you were the one to offer him a deal: his freedom in exchange for all of yours. They don’t know how you persuaded him to put his neck on the line for you. It’s not that you think they’d judge you: you’ve all done far, far worse to survive. But you’re not so sure they’ll trust him if they find out he has an ulterior motive. You don’t want for that particular secret to come out when they’re all twitchy, paranoid and clutching whatever weapons they managed to grab. You try not to take it as a bad sign that Hannah refused to come. You can't exactly fault her for not trusting you but it worries you that she had so little faith in Kodiak. 

You manage to stagger over the ridge. The hill falls away on the other side into a bowl shaped scoop, too small to be a real valley. The soles of your shoes are worn dangerously smooth: you cut ridges into them with a knife twice already over the past fifteen months; now they’re so thin you can feel each individual pebble through them and there’s no more left to cut. You slip, almost falling down the rocky incline. 

Kodiak catches you. It frightens you a little, how strong he is. You’ve spent over a year in a society made up almost entirely of girls. You’re not used to the space an adult man takes up. His sheer physical presence is overwhelming. 

Even though you’re dreading the others finding out, you still hope he might say something to you, let you know where you stand. Instead, he sets you on your feet and looks back irritated at the others. His hands linger on your arms, making sure you’re steady, but that’s it. You tell yourself it’s ridiculous to feel disappointed but you do anyway. 

“We’re losing light,” he tells your group, not addressing you at all. “We can camp down the slope here.”

Camp in an optimistic word for it: you were only able to grab a few things that wouldn't be missed, plus tearing apart the researchers’ campsite for anything the others hadn't got around to bringing back. You have three tarps, less blankets than people, a single scavenged sleeping bag, and very little food. Kodiak finds a couple of low hanging branches to hang your scavenged tarps over and pin the third over a low hanging rock, securing the edges with rocks. Your makeshift shelters are cramped and drafty, but it'll at least keep the weather off you. 

Kodiak insists there’s no way the others could keep up with you but when your fellow escapees insist on keeping watch, he volunteers to take the first. He’s the only one of you who doesn’t look about to collapse: you’re all in better shape than you were last winter but life out here has still taken its toll on all of you. None of you want to risk a fire, so the others fall into exhausted, aching piles under whichever shelter's closest, sharing stolen blankets, not caring who they lie down next to. 

When you go to fall in beside them, Kodiak wraps a hand around your elbow, pulls you back. “You're with me.” 

You wish you’d had chance to talk to him privately about what happened between you. Between the frenzy of planning and then nearly a full day and night of hard hiking, you haven't exactly had a chance to be alone. Now you have a chance, you’re afraid of what he might say. 

“Get some sleep,” he tells you, holding the tarp away from the rocky overhang so you can slip inside. There’s not much room but then you won’t need much: you’re going to have to share body heat anyway. He's managed to snag the only sleeping bag and you stumble into the shelter, grateful to have something between you and the ground. 

You know you should probably sleep in your clothes in case you need to run in the night. Except the air smells like it might snow later and your jeans are damp to the knee from pushing through wet undergrowth. You’re not sure if it’s cold enough to get hypothermia yet but you don’t want to test it. You kick off your shoes, shimmy out of your jeans, and then dig in your pack to swap your shirt and bra for a dark green shirt you raided from the researchers camp that you think is probably Kodiak's. Your last thought, as you slip into the sleeping bag, is that it smells like him. 

You wake to the rustle of the tarp being pushed aside. At first you think it’s morning but the light is silvery: through the opening in the tarp you can see the moon, just past full. You peer out groggily and see another figure pacing around the clearing, blowing on her cupped hands for warmth. Mari.

Kodiak kicks off his boots and shoulders off his jacket before unzipping the sleeping bag just enough to let him slip inside. You shift to make room for him, so used to huddling for warmth by now that you forget to be awkward. 

Kodiak wraps an arm around your waist, pulling your back against his chest. You can feel his breath warm on your shoulder and you press into him, grateful for the body heat. His thumb traces lazy circles on your stomach, then stops. “Is this my shirt?” 

“I didn't think you'd mind–”

Your concept of personal property has kind of eroded while you've been out here. You all just share, reaching for whatever's nearest. Kodiak's so comfortable out here you forget he's not like you.

“I didn’t say I minded.” Kodiak’s voice turns low and husky against your ear. He hooks a finger into the neckline, baring your shoulder for him to kiss. Then he slides a hand down your ribs, ghosting over your bare thigh, tracing the edge of your underwear with a fingertip. 

You bat his hand away.

“Mari will hear us.” 

“Who cares? She’s eaten human flesh. You really think this is going to be the thing that traumatises her?” 

You wish he wouldn’t just come out and say it like that but you don’t defend yourself. 

“She'll wake up the whole camp. You really want to have that conversation with them right now?” You’ve seen how quickly things can unravel when tensions are running high. Nat’s as close to snapping as you’ve ever seen her. Rescue’s been snatched away once when Lottie killed the other researcher, then again when Shauna refused to let you leave. She’s pushed herself twice as hard as the rest of you, always on guard, expecting threats from every direction. 

Kodiak glances around the edge of the tarp to see Mari, leaning heavily against a tree. Moonlight outlines the barrel of the rifle at her side. He huffs quietly in annoyance but lies still, pulling you close. 

“Remind me why you had to bring your friends?”

You pretend not to hear him because you don’t have an answer he’ll like. The truth is, it’s the bargain you’ve made with yourself: if you can get a handful of them out, maybe you’ll be able to live with the ones you left to die. 

You struggle to get back to sleep after that. You’re not sure what the rules are between you and Kodiak, which is a dangerous thing not to know when you’re fairly sure your life (all your lives) depend on following them. You have no idea what he’s going to expect from you, before you reach the rescue point. Assuming he’s not bored of you by then. You have a feeling it would be dangerous to bore him. You drift in and out of an uneasy sleep, Kodiak’s arm slung over your waist like an anchor. 

The next time you wake, it’s to a hand over your mouth in the darkness. You lash out on instinct, thrashing as your legs tangle in the sleeping bag. Then you remember where you are and who you’re with. You stop struggling and twist your neck so you can see his expression. Kodiak lets go of your mouth but you’re not sure whether it’s safe to speak.

“Turns out your friend’s a pisspoor guard,” he breathes against your ear. He twitches the tarp aside briefly, to reveal Mari in a slumped heap. If not for the rise and fall of her chest you might think she was dead. The trek has been hard on her: she’s not a hunter or a forager used to covering miles, and her knee has never been quite right since she dislocated it. You’re uncomfortably aware that you chose who to bring based on vulnerability as much as skill. You worry what’s going to happen when Kodiak realises that; you don’t doubt he’d leave anyone who slowed him down behind. 

You go to get up, meaning to wake her. Kodiak splays a hand over your abdomen, anchoring you in place. 

“Let her sleep.”

You frown at him. “We’ll be unprotected–”

“We’ll be fine. Like I tried telling you all: the others don’t know the way and trying to track us will slow them down. There’s no way they’re keeping pace with us.”

You really want to believe that’s true. 

“Anyway,” Kodiak says, pressing a line of kisses along your shoulder and to the sensitive point behind your ear. “We have unfinished business.”

“The others–” 

“Are tired enough to sleep through anything. We’ll be quiet.”

You feel a guilty twist of desire at his words. It’s not like you’re not attracted to him. 

You try to twist to face him but there’s hardly any space between you. Kodiak holds you still, his chest solid against your back. The hand on your stomach trails downwards, sliding inside your underwear. You bite down on a gasp and Kodiak shushes you, silencing you with a free hand over your mouth. 

“Okay?” he asks quietly against your ear. You’re surprised he’s asking: both of you know that your survival depends on him. Maybe he just wants to remind you that you started this: you’re complicit. You nod into his palm. 

He’s more measured than the last time, more deliberate. You realise that he’s trying to make the next part more comfortable for you. His touch kindles something in you that you thought was long burned out. Right when your desire is about to crest, he pulls his hand away. 

You grasp his wrist with both hands, trying to keep it there, making a muffled, needy whine into his palm. 

“My turn,” he whispers into your neck. You spit muffled obscenities, making him chuckle. 

You help him peel your underwear out of the way. He’s hard against you and you brace yourself for pain, worrying you can’t take him. He enters you slowly and you hiss: it’s less painful than you expected but it still stings. He murmurs encouragement, rubbing slow circles into your hip, letting you adjust. 

“You don’t know what it does to me, you wearing my shirt,” he tells you. You feel the rasp of his beard on the sensitive flesh behind your ear, his breath stirring your hair. “Makes you look like you’re mine.”

Kodiak slides a hand under the shirt, palming your breast. You moan faintly in response. He takes it as encouragement to start moving, carefully at first. The discomfort turns to a pleasant burn. You roll your hips, matching your rhythm to his and he rewards you by increasing the pace. 

His hand slides down from your jaw to curl around your throat. You tense, remembering when you attacked him, how quickly he’d overpowered you. 

“Do you trust me?” he asks. 

The question confuses you. Of course you trust him: you’ve gambled your life – your friend’s lives – on his ability to get you home. You’re not sure if you trust him not to hurt you. But it’s too late to stop this thing between you. 

“I trust you.”

He guides one of your hands to cover your mouth, then returns his to your throat. He doesn’t squeeze exactly, just curls his fingers round your neck with a gentle pressure, anchoring you in place. It’s just tight enough to make you breathless, your sensations heightened. It’s nothing like your encounter in the clearing: the need to be quiet means it has to be slow, even sensual. Your world shrinks to the two of you, the movement of your bodies, the tent filling with soft, breathy noises. Kodiak lets go of your throat when you come, his hand covering yours covering your mouth. His pace gets faster, rougher, until he comes too, burying his face in your neck to muffle the sound. 

Neither of you talk after. He presses a kiss to your throat, winds a strand of your hair lazily through his fingers. You worry that one of your teammates might have heard something but all you can hear is normal night time noises: the rustling of the wind in the branches, the occasional night bird, a faint snore from one of the other tents. The tiredness hits you again but this time you feel boneless, pleasantly drowsy. 

You’re almost asleep when he breaks the silence. You didn’t realise he was still awake.

“You did good today.”

“Yeah?” It’s faintly mortifying how much you want him to praise you. 

“Yeah.” He sounds sleepy, relaxed. It’s the first time you’ve heard him like that which, considering the last few days, is probably fair. He traces lazy patterns across your skin with his fingertips 

“What do you think our chances are?” you blurt. “Of getting there, I mean?”

“Hundred percent.” It’s reassuring, the way he doesn’t even pause to think. 

“What if–” You were about to say what if the Wilderness won’t let us leave but you realise just in time how insane it sounds. There’s a lot of other what ifs: what if the others catch up to us, what if someone gets too hurt to keep up, what if there’s an early blizzard?

“Stick with me,” he tells you, his voice gravelly with sleep. “Whatever happens I am going to get the both of us off this mountain.”

You’re not sure what he means by that, how transactional this thing between you is. But it doesn’t matter: you’re getting yourself and the others back to civilisation, no matter what. If he’s the best way to do that then whatever he wants you’ll do it. Strangely, the thought calms you. You fall into a dark, dreamless sleep.

A/N: Thank you for reading, if you enjoyed it then please let me know. I enjoy writing these but knowing people want to read them is what gets them off my hard drive and onto Tumblr. Requests are open.

[tomgregs]

new post new info <3 im gonna preface this by saying thank u sm to everyone who's helped in the past it truly means the world to me.

im gonna make a looong story short and just say that rent is past due, and thankfully ive been given some leeway and the owners of where im renting have been a godsend but im not trying to push my luck. 1 month here and i still havent landed a job, but ive found some 'odd jobs' to do in the meantime and have made up about $400/$500 of the rent, which is roughly $1100. i was able to make it to a food bank abt a week ago and may hopefully go to another one soon but there ofc are other groceries and necessities to get and bills to pay. out of what i can spend i haaave. oh 30 bucks not bad. i also have a cat that i take care of but i put her needs before mine always so she is doing fine. me on the other hand i am Worrying but staying cool abt it

all that being said, if you enjoy my art in any way, i have commissions open. if you've got a character ur hankerin for a doodle for just msg me and we can figure it out! :] (will be updating my commissions page and linking it. just havent gotten around to it)

if you just want to help out, here are my links:

vnmo: romantictheory cshpp: $stupidsmilez kofi: romantictheory pypl: ask me!

ty again for helping, reading, sharing, etc. etc. ❤️

[oldhalloweentape]

🧨 Vinny Santorini (Atlantis) x (gn) reader🌹

(Marriage Edition!)

(Gifs not mine!)

(Request here! Feels nice writing for Vinny again, especially with such a cute request as this, @kinopio-reads thank you for requesting!!!)

- In a possible wedding scenario with Vinny the chance of it being a big affair to include both family and friends is very high unless you’re against it of course.

- Vinny is more than content with whatever you guys agree on if the product ends with you as a married couple.

- But if you’re into the idea of it being a big celebration I think his family, especially his mother, takes great delight in helping you guys plan and set it up.

- I mean, her eldest child is FINALLY marrying someone and that someone has a deep bond with her, how could she not help?

- Her and the family's decades of experience definitely help you guys with the stress of the wedding.

- A godsend all throughout these people are, and when the day finally arrives and everything goes according to plan.

- The decorations are exquisite and full of flowers signifying eternal love, companionship, and gratitude all thanks to the booming flower shop business Vinny was able to kickstart with the newly found riches he accumulated.

- Speaking of his riches, surprisingly he doesn’t skimp on any expense, I mean, he wants it to be a highly memorable event signifying your love and commitment to each other. And let’s be honest, he loves living the high life after being a jail rat.

- Has a ‘why not?’ Kind of mindset about it, but will dial it down if you feel uncomfortable with it. It’s your wedding as well and he wants it to be to your liking.

- In a nutshell, the whole event down to receptions is filled with heartfelt words from family and friends alike, people connecting and bonding happily over your union, with a certain Dr. Joshua Strongbear Sweet making Mole doesn’t itch his urge to cover himself with dirt or stuff his face with the wedding cake before you guys cut it.

- You know, normal wedding things.

- The married life afterward is much of the same with the exception of living together and dealing with each other's shit like any other married couple, the good and bad smushed in between.

- Domestic life with Vinny is odd, but fitting. A life as filled with risk, uncertainty, and adventure as his has given him enough thrills for him, with the idea of being there with you during the quiet moments in the early hours of the morning as you both hold hands and share a cup of coffee being enough for him.

- But that doesn’t exactly stifle his passion for his pyrotechnics and explosives, with the event of you cleaning his face free of soot after something he was tinkering on deciding to go haywire being too numerous to count.

- Life with him is cushy with just how ridiculously rich he suddenly got, gifts from him being more expensive than they used to be before but still having that effort he put in them.

- Reciprocation of his romantic gestures is met with a grin and a kiss on the forehead, murmuring compliments in Italian against your skin.

- He is absolutely whipped for you, always ready to talk things through with you because he can never be mad at you for too long.

- Much like most long standing relationships you both grow to love each other even more, with communication being something you both conquered long before tying the knot came into the equation as you visited him whenever he was behind bars for whatever antics he conjured up.

- He thinks of it as a kind of ride or die relationship, which can be both assuring and worrying but you know he means well as he lovingly pranks you once or twice.

- One thing you can never find yourself regretting is deciding to spend the rest of your days with him, and he has the same sentiments.

(I hope this didn’t disappoint guys, love you guys!!!)

[goldenpinof]

hi kate! i've never used axs, do you know it's like Trustworthy enough to use even if it's not the official site recommended by the venue? for the oakland show, the venue links to ticketmaster, and i was thinking of also trying axs like you mentioned. do you know of anyone having issues with axs (like idk they bought a ticket over axs but it didn't work at the venue or something)? ty!!! ur an absolute godsend during these trying times 🙏🏼

i have never had an experience with AXS, so i'm just putting this for people who did in hopes they share!

like Val @catboydan said, better stick to what's linked at the venue's website, i guess. also we will see what dnptour.com links at 12pm.

[mythicalmagical-monkeyman]

WIP WORD GAME

RULES: You will be given a word. Then you will share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that starts with each letter of your word

Tagged by @fluffypotatey so stealing their format lol, but uhh ty ty :> Word we were given: Lilacs

L - Looking back on it maybe Izzie had ended up jinxing her brother on the whole “in case something bad happens” as about a day later, after the two of them had awoken from an AMAZING dream which they apparently had shared, did things start taking a turn for the worst. 

I - In hindsight, getting into Epic the Musical had been an absolute godsend. 

L - Logan slapped a hand over his mouth and shushed the brunette, “Shhh, let him cook.” 

A - Astrid had to stifle a snort as she noticed Logan, Izzie, and Cooper begin to vibrate in excitement at Mr. Oz’s proposition, to which she too couldn’t help but feel some excitement at the prospect. 

C - Cooper blinked away the stupid smile that had come to his face, “Uhhhhh-“ 

S - “Sometimes you just want to love someone as much as you can, but… but then they just end up hurting you in a way you didn’t think they could or would.”

Thank goodness there are characters whose names start with three of the letters lol

Tagging (if they want): @fellow-fandom-fruitifier @amalgamorph @janetbrown711 @filijester @ominous-faechild

My word for you all: Blank

[miiukkaa]

just want you to know that your lair layout references are a godsend. im doing a longform comic/fic for rise, and while i can draw backgrounds i am *awful* at visualizing layouts initially. i had resigned to making a 3d model of leo's room from scratch because the screenshots were hard to work from, but your art of each room is SO clean and makes it really easy to visualize in a 3d space!! ty so much for sharing them :D

thank you so much!!! it means a lot to me! i am so so happy that they're helping you since SAME!! trying to visualize something without having any actual visual guides is so difficult, aunghh! 😫

again thank you so much, i'm so happy to have been of any help!!

wishing you all the luck with your project, fae! ❤️

[tys-kitty]

I love chatting with you too, it's the highlight of my day!

I'm from the south of the UK (not London, thank stars, you could not pay me enough to live in London). What about you? What's your favourite part about your country? (Please don't feel you have to say if you don't want to!)

I naturally tend to a 4am-12 noon sleep schedule, so working nights is a godsend for me, school was hell.

My favourite scene has to be Luke's betrayal scene! The sheer emotion in all of them had me in tears, the betrayal and sorrow and anger! A special shout-out goes to the scene of young-Percy on the roof when he sees the pegasus, I related to that so hard. When classes used to get too much (a mix of tiredness (see the sleep schedule) and undiagnosed autism) I used to climb out the fire escape window onto the roof. I never saw any pegasi, but I did my fair share of daydreaming up there.

My favourite TSC gang has to be the TID gang. I read TID immediately after finishing TMI and I learned those characters by drawing similarities between them and their decendents (Learning Jem became Brother Zachariah broke me) and I just love them to pieces (it is deeply sad to me that Tessa, Jem and Will did not know about polyamory)

My favourite TSC book? Probably Queen of Air and Darkness. My copy has the official artwork in it and I fell in love with it (I don't know if you've seen it, but Ty and Jules on Livvy's pyre? I had to put the book down for an hour to cry)

I hope you don't mind, but I'm gonna infodump about St. Valentines day, because the story behind it is my favourite (even if it is a bit morbid). St Valentine was a priest during the mid 200s, during the reign of Roman emperor Claudius II. Claudius, in true emperor fashion, wanted his armies to be the best. He believed his soldiers would be better if they had no distractions, if they were unmarried. St. Valentine, then still just a priest, used to marry soldiers and their wives in secret, at a time when marrying a soldier (as a priest) was illegal. We celebrate St. Valentines day on the 14th of Febuary because he was executed for his crime on this day in the year 270AD.

Sorry, infodump over.

My turn for a hard question. If you had to give Kit and Ty a theme song each, what would you pick and why?

-☀️

Don‘t tell anyone but it‘s one of my highlights as well 💕

Oh that‘s so cool! Stereotype alert but when I think about the UK I always picture this cute little country side with a cozy cottage. You‘re not a big fan of London, I take it? I was actually in London last Summer and I absolutely adored the city, even though I could never imagine living in a city that big. But I can‘t blame you because I‘m from Austria and I‘m not the biggest fan of Vienna as well. My favourite part about my country would have to be the mountains and lakes!

The Luke betrayal scene was one of my favorites as well! I don‘t know if you‘ve read the books but I loved the fact that Annabeth heard everything! (Also the visuals with the fireworks in the background? Stunning!) Also the hug and the way Percy smiled when Annabeth told him she would go to Disneyland?! (I DIED!) Maybe one day you will see a pegasi (let‘s not give up hope!)

The TMI gang is amazing as well! Tbh I wouldn’t want to choose between the TSC gangs because they are all so different and wholesome in their own way!

SHUT UP! That‘s so amazing! I wish my copy had the original drawings but it seems not everyone can be as cool as you are. My favourite TSC books would have to be Chain of Thorns or Lady Midnight! Queen of Air and Darkness could never be my favourite because that book broke me. I cried so much during the necromancy scene and the aftermath of Livvy‘s death. (And Julian losing his emotions?!?)

WHAT?! WHY DID NOBODY EVER TEACH ME THE HISTORY BEHIND VALENTINE‘S DAY?! I thought it was some cute story with lots of love and flowers. Thank you for ruining my illusion and teaching me something new, I guess😭

THAT‘S SUCH A HARD QUESTION! Like I don‘t really have a particular song for each of them but I have a number of couple songs:

- Say don‘t go (Taylor Swift)

- Into you (Julia Michaels)

- I miss you, I‘m sorry (Gracie Abrams)

- I know it won‘t work (Gracie Abrams)

What about you? (YES YOU ALSO HAVE TO ANSWER THAT QUESTION) And another super hard question for you: Who are your top 3 favourite TSC couples?

(Sorry it took me so long to reply idk why I took me so long to finish this)

[alterousuggestion]

Hey, we've never spoken before but I saw your post and it reflected a lot of feelings I've had over the course of the past two years. It's been a really hard time and at times it definitely felt like there was nothing I could do and I was not making any progress. I also didn't want to do therapy for my own reasons. I started reading a lot: Brene Brown was a godsend, as well as books about nonviolent communication. Both of them helped me learn how to be compassionate with myself and how to be more patient, because like you my internal voice was extremely cruel. I had a lot of trauma and baggage that came from being on the ace/aro spectrum and not realizing how difficult that had actually been for me. It got worse before it got better, and once I actually started becoming more aware of these things I hit a crisis point where it became necessary to get on anxiety medication, but in doing all that I have been able to get to a place where I feel more like myself for the first time since middle school. I know that it feels really overwhelming and exhausting and impossible and like you're alone and helpless in this, but do your best to take care of yourself, reach out to those people in your life who can help take care of you, and try to get comfortable with the idea that you are a person, and just like any other person, you deserve respect, comfort, and safety.

hey there ! <3 tysm for reaching out and sharing some of your experiences with this. it means so much to me, esp coming from another aroace-spec person. i think there’s a layer to this that is inextricably tied to my own aroace-ness. i have spent so long reaching outward to people hoping they’d love me in a way that makes sense to me. i think i need to reorient that so i’m providing that to myself first and foremost, you know? i was happier when i did that for myself. i have so much to my friendships that i didn’t realize that the dangers of losing yourself in them is just as real as it is in romantic relationships…

those books sound amazing and i’ll definitely seek them out—i’ve actually been looking into some of these types of books in general since overall, this how my brain best intakes information. so ty for the recs!!

i’m so happy that you are able to get to a better place. and having you validate me and my feelings.. it really means a lot. like, a ‘ha ha i might be tearing up’ lot. ‘try to get comfortable with the idea that you are a person’ felt like a hug. :’)

[slutnali]

🌪️☔️ please !!

ty for sending in Gi !! 💜

🌪️Sum up a WIP with a few fic tropes/Ao3 tags.

the last of us au, zombie apocalypse au, accidental kid acquisition, blood/violence, found family

☔Is there a fic concept you have that you'd like to just explain and share because you're not sure you'll ever write it? If so, what is it?

These two actually go hand in hand lmao, but basically a TLOU/zombie apocalypse au. Not necessarily following the plot of the game/tv series but just the world that they're in, how the outbreak started and types of infected and all of their insane stages. I forgot how long they've been living in a post apocalyptic world but no less than 10 years for sure.

Rosé is mostly a nomad and she's out scavenging one day when a fight between 2 of the most prominent groups/camps in the same region she's in starts fighting with one another leading her to take cover in the closest building. In that same building as she's trying to move up through the different floors she runs into Denali who had snuck out of the camp she'd been in because tbh, it was mostly a dictatorship and she wasn't about it.

They're pushed/cornered together, especially when infected are involved and they're forced to work together if either of them want to survive despite hating each other's vibes off the bat lmfao. It's then when they hear a third voice screaming 'get the fuck off me!' which definitely is from a child. She's like 12 or 13 and of course they help her, she def can't fend for herself because she's never been outside of the walls and doesn't even know the stages of infection..

Rosie doesn't want to keep the kid but Nali can't in clear conscious leave her alone so there's no choice but to take her [nali and rosie are coincidentally traveling in the same direction shhh] from there they stick together and become a little family throughout their time travelling on foot. They do run into cool, kick ass nomad Anetra who definitely flirts with Denali after finding out Rosé and her aren't a couple despite the two acting and arguing like an old married couple.

They also come across Sasha's camp which is a godsend. I have soooo many hc's and love for this au. Also the kids name is Josie

[roscoe-me-and-this-fuckin-kid]

I think theres a pdf copy floating around reddit, u can search the title in r/textbookrequest and dm some of the people that had it last to see if they have it still. u/Meme_Man_Sam seems to be the most active in sharing copies, the most recent one was a month or so ago

ty anon ur a godsend 🙏 that sub had the 5th edition so I'm still looking for the 6th edition, but i'm hoping there isn't enough of a difference that I can use this copy at least for now until ican find the right version

[hallasimss]

— surprise 모두 기립 박수 (hala, hala) | ( 🎧 ) ( an introduction. click photos for better quality. )

it's patch day, everything has gone to sh*t for those who don't play vanilla (read: me, i refuse to update until my essential mods are back in working order) and somehow i figured this was well overdue since i've been mostly lurking in the community and spam liking (plus i uh. may be lacking in simblrs to follow). time to stop being creepy and make sure the rest of you know who i am sksksksk

* about me, or; an overview.

halla. non-binary, they/she/xe, they/them preferred. bi/pan. xviii. neurodivergent. afro-caribbean with south asian ancestry. islamic christian and religious pluralist. tired high school senior, video editor/translator volunteer and k-pop/indian cinema stan in their free time. (mostly) wcif friendly, stick to the inbox when inquiring. (if i see you in the comment section it's going to be very hard not to convince me to soft block you i'm sorry) currently tracking #hallasimss. follow from my main @theinfinitedivides.

* what to expect.

mostly cas and lookbook edits since i suck ass at sticking to legacy gameplay—will try to share shots here and there from my current playthrough, but do not be surprised if three months in there's another sim that is getting the main spotlight instead of the one before them. also trying my hand at converting a few illustrations into cas tattoos for personal use, so we'll see how it goes on the cc end

* where to find me.

i don't want to make it seem like i'm chronically online but i am chronically online in a way? if you can't catch me here or on my main you'll most likely find me on my pinterest or the deepest recesses of mydramalist if you're lucky and i'm back in my k-drama phase voluntarily (no, i'm not leaking my username. take a wild guess and tell me if you're right). discord invites are for mutuals only—otherwise, stalk me on spotify to get a glimpse into my mental health!!! you will however be asking yourself why i have a specific song on loop for six hours and i will not be able to answer that

* simblrs i recommend.

@softerhaze (sunblind is one of the only reasons i am able to make this post, ty) ∙ @cinamun ∙ @simelune ∙ @rhdweauni0 ∙ @tau1tvec ∙ @farfallasims ∙ @wildmelon ∙ @literalite ∙ @kadelyka ∙ @miilkymoonsims ∙ @kashisun ∙ @gunthermunch ∙ @bananasplit-sims ∙ @pralinesims (when i tell you that most of my mods folder is just their content i am not lying. absolute godsend) ∙ @puppycheesecake ∙ @glimersims

* fin.

and that's it, ig? i'm terrible at these sorts of things but hopefully all of this made some kind of sense—if you are an active simblr pls interact or say hi so i can follow you back, otherwise how tf am i supposed to find y'all if i'm now stuck in this community for the foreseeable future sfjsfdnkjsdnj (mobile navigation post coming soon-ish. if i can get more of my sh*t together. tbh that's highly unlikely but we're trying to be optimistic)

[ap-kinda-lit]

Sokka VS the World: a modern au Sukka/Zutara fic idea

Sokka is in the early stages of his mid-twenties and has no idea what he's doing with his life. He goes from job to job, unsure what he wants to do, he shares an apartment with his younger, Buddhist, vegetarian roommate Aang and his gigantic cloud of a dog Appa and pain-in-the-ass ferret Momo, and is still recovering from his although-amicable-still-heartbreaking breakup with his first love, Yue.

Meanwhile, his younger sister, Katara, is the opposite. She's kicking ass in med school, she just landed a great job at a top notch hospital, and, to top it all off, she's tying the knot with her equally successful boyfriend, Zuko. Sokka can't help but feel a bit envious, but he really can't hold it against them. Katara's a fantastic person and after spending her life taking care of everyone around she deserve's all the happiness, especially with Zuko (although Sokka never imagined her marrying a Fire Nation guy from a snooty rich family, it's almost impossible to dislike Zuko because he really is fantastic guy who adores Katara and makes her happier than Sokka has ever seen her). So, being the super awesome big brother he is, Sokka goes to help with the wedding, bringing along Aang for the ride.

It turns into a perfect sitcom arc: there's wedding planning hijinks, dealing with family nonsense, buddy Toph causing chaos and sitting back and watching, Sokka trying to not seem like a total failure to everyone and keeping it together while being there for one of the biggest days in his baby sister's life, and...wait Aang is in love with Katara? Oh crap, Zuko's dumpster fire family is butting in. And Yue is here!? Breathe, Sokka, breathe!

Well, it might not be too bad. Zuko's friend, Suki, is a godsend. She's fun, she's super nice, she's a badass, she and Sokka get along great (even after he accidentally lets slip a kinda sort of sexist remark), and she's really really pretty - wait, where did that come from? Focus, Sokka.

...so, that's what I have so far. Chances of me actually writing it are just about zero, but I thought it would be a great prompt.

[limey-writes]

Can you make an little writting for how the spy, demo, medic are when they are sharing an umbrella with their s/o (crush). Have a nice day, by the way I like your pink sheep profile background! :))

Lol ty for enjoying my very cool pink sheep his name is Orange, also no i will not make a little writing i will make a big writing yes yes please enjoy lmao

Spy

Of course he didn't expect to see you outside the same cafe that he enjoyed visiting, he was a perceptive man of course, but somehow you always seemed to slip right under his radar. He watches you walk in as he takes a sip of his hot cup of tea, listening intently to your order as he pretends to go back to his newspaper he had in front of him. Though it took a moment, he had to admit he did feel his heart skip as he saw your silhouette in the corner of his eye get closer to where he was seated before taking a seat in front of him, his eyes flicked up to your cheery smile in greeting as he did his best to hold back his own. "What brings you here cherie?" He asks, his cool exterior held well against your cheery attitude. "Well you would talk so highly of this place, I decided to come take a visit, though I didn't expect to see you here! I guess it's two treats in one, eh?" Following with your signature wink you'd always give him, you're attempts at flirting were always so sweet, he thought, hiding his little smile behind his cup as the waiter came with your pastry and drink.

Of course it'd be something sweet, it was fitting for your personality, he caught himself staring too long, watching as you take your initial sip before seeing your face light up with glee with the taste. Quickly averting his eyes from you as you hummed happily, pleased with your choices as the two of you make idle conversation, the comfortable atmosphere was something that seemed to always follow you anywhere you go, he appreciated the change, the constant gunfire and shouting of men was exhausting at time, but meeting you? Goodness you were a godsend to this man, giving him comfort and a drastic change from what he was so used to back at the base. You could say the two of you had gotten a bit close, maybe closer than most people would. You knew he was a secretive man, but somehow has told you about plenty of things you felt maybe someone in his line of work probably wouldn't share with just anyone. Though of course you stayed, you had to admit you started to get feelings for the man, his little smiles and how much thought he put into the time he spent with you really struck a chord whenever the two of you just so happened to meet up with one another.

Time flew fast, he hated to admit he was disappointed seeing you finish the last remnants of your pastry, although you two had spent already a few hours here together, he knew he couldn't keep you here forever. A small yawn escapes your lips, taking a look out the windows to spot the sky outside darkening with gloomy clouds, the soft patter of rain reaching your ears as you huff, realizing too late that you had forgotten to bring your umbrella with you today when you had left your home this morning. You hear someone clear their throat behind you, turning to see spy with his slight smile on his face, offering you his arm as he held a small umbrella in his other hand, the offer of walking you home was silently asked as he offers his arm to you, which you gladly loop yours through his. The warm feeling in his chest grew as he escorted you out of the establishment, arm in arm the two of you walked in the rain, the umbrella shielding the two of you from getting wet, and although the weather wasn't so chilly, you couldn't help but lean in closer against the secretive man beside you.

Demo

Of course your hangout with Demo was always a fun time at the bar. Just the two of you, sitting together swapping stories back and forth, him sharing how he blew up a whole team with a few bombs and you sharing how easily it was for you to take on the meanest heavy on the enemy team. Laughs and hard pats on the back ensued, the cheery man beside you was always so happy when you two were together, sometimes you couldn't tell if it was just because you were around or just because you were sharing a few drinks with the man himself. You took a sip of your drink in front of you, listening to how well he blew someone else up after they tried to best him at his own bomb making game. You couldn't help but laugh, bringing a smile to the drunken man's face, he knew very well that he was good at making you laugh, or at least smile for him. Demo was always happy to spend all this time with you and get to see the more relaxed side of you, as much as he loved teasing you for using such a serious face, it was always good fun to see what he could do to help you unwind.

"You shoulda seen it, this man went flying through the air!" He hiccups, wrapping his arm around your shoulders as he pulls you close, causing your face to light up with a small tint of pink dusting your skin with the new sudden closeness. The light chatter continued, the bar was light with conversation though dwindling as the night continued, people coming in and out of the place though soon enough the last call bell rung, plenty of patrons grumbling as they either began to gather their bearings or getting their last glass. You stood up, the man next to you trying to be as stable as possible as he followed on his feet, giving you a nod as a sign he'd be alright when you guys head out. The door opens for you two, the heavy rain coming down around you two as you stood under the covering above the door. Demo leans against you with a sad sigh "Oh what a shame, I guess we're stuck here allll night.." His words slurred together, his weight heavy on your shoulders as you let out a small chuckle, showing off the packed away umbrella you had prepared for tonight, along with a few other necessities you had stowed away for emergencies.

The walk was full of stumbling and laughs as you two tried to hold each other up, the umbrella barely keeping you two dry from the amount of movement there was. The feeling of soreness from smiling so much with Demo was evident, but the good feeling shared between you two was something neither of you wanted to go away. Demo continued letting comments roll off his tongue, telling you how grateful he is to have met you, and how lovely you are to look at, the sincerity in his voice was enough to make anyone's heart melt no matter how cold it was. You started to follow suit with telling him how much he meant to you in return, knowing well that he wouldn't remember much of it anyway, regardless, at least getting it out felt nice. The fall of the rain, and flitting whispers and mumbles of confessions were shared, heavy and stumbling footsteps on the pavement the whole way back home.

Medic

Angry grumbles and panicked shouts filled the air as Medic ran outside in the storm. Archimedes had gotten out, somehow someway, the bird had gotten outside and man, Medic was not having it. He didn't know who had left an opening for his feathered friend, though it was big enough for the bird to at least be curious. He had forgotten his umbrella and coat, his vest and shirt drenched in rain already as he continued to call for the delicate bird, worry clearly etched in his face as he tried to find any nook or cranny that he might be in. You, of course, being the only one he trusted to actually help him search aside from Heavy, but Heavy being the slower man he is, was looking for the bird inside where Medic might've missed during his panicked search. You were peeking in a nook that was hidden in a tree nearby, not seeing even a glimpse of white feathers anywhere the more you looked. Your umbrella you held tightly in your hand was the only shield to keep you at least a little bit dry as you looked, though with how hard it was coming down, you had also begun the mission of finding the dear doctor too.

Medic on the other hand had thankfully found Archimedes hidden away safe and sound, scolding the bird for having escaped and gotten so far, he now turned and realized you weren't behind him as he thought you were. A groan escapes his lips as he realized now that he had to find you or you find him, He just hopes he can find you before it gets any darker. The bird tucks himself snugly into his owners' neck, hoping that maybe soon they'd be heading home, the sound of Medic's heavy boots hit heavy against the mud as he searches for his lost assistant. You were much easier to look for than a bird, and soon enough medic found you trying to find him in turn, he shouts out for you, seeing your head turn in shock before running to him, hugging him tightly which brings a blush to his face as he took a moment before placing a hand on your back a small smile on his face. "You dummy don't leave me like that! I didn't know where you had gone what would I have done on my own?" You fussed at him, the realization of how worried you had gotten on your own weighed on him, feeling his heart tug with your words of concern he leans down to give you a better hug, a little apology from his side could be heard as he held you. Your clothes had become soaked due to Medic leaving his umbrella back at the base, although you wanted to continue the hug, you knew well enough that you both were going to get sick if you continued to stay out here.

Hesitantly letting him go, you watch his face show slight disappointment yet understanding as you offered him your umbrella, although not as useful now as it would've been earlier, the man takes it gratefully, taking the bold move of pulling you close to him with a hand around your waist, the umbrella shielding you two from any more rain keeping the two of you together, the bird perched atop Medic's shoulders only peered at you curiously though pleased this seemed to mean that he can return to the warm indoors. The heavy doors opened for you two, a sigh of relief passed from the two of you as you both shed your soaked jackets and shoes, parting ways if only for a moment to get changed to something warmer. Your clothes changed, you were happy to finally be back inside away from the raging storm, soon to be in bed you heard a knock at the door. Confused, you came to the door, opening it to reveal a comfy looking Medic standing there, a smile on his face seeing you dry and looking warmer. "Care to join me tonight for a night of fun as thank you frau?" He asks, although knowing the answer already as he watches you nod with a matching smile, leading you along to the way towards his little date for his thank you.

[lady-phasma]

You are a godsend. Thank you for all the Daemon/ Matt gifs! Please tell me you're gonna make gifs of him post-sex with Rhaenyra at Driftmark?!?! He looks so good when they're watching Vhagar 😭😭🥵🥵. Again thank you💕💕💕💕

You are so welcome! Just tying to contribute to society.

I can't promise because the lighting in that episode makes it so hard to brighten without losing quality. I will share them if they look good. Until then... bts of Matt laughing on set of Driftmark might hold you over? 😉

[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

DUDE OMG IVE BEEN LOOKING FOR A STEDDIE SECRET ADMIRER FIC FOR AGES, YOU'RE A GODSEND!!!!!!!! TY FOR WRITING AND SHARING IT WITH US!! :D

fasdfkjasdfkas;ldfk thank you for reading it!!!! this is the first full/real fic i've ever written it's blowing my mind that people are responding to it like they are!!!

[meirathinks]

i love your blog!! it’s so cute anyway can u do modern megumi boyfie hcs? ty:)

Modern!Megumi Bf Headcanons!

I am so so sorry this is so late!! Thank you for being my first request! :) Anyways, I’d give my firstborn child for Megumi Fushiguro to hold my hand

It’s canon that Mugumi likes girls with unshakeable character, which is probably why he’s so big on trust. He has a secure attachment style, if he didn’t think he could trust you he wouldn’t date you!

This is great because he definitely puts effort into making your relationship a mutually healthy one! He tries so hard it’s adorable. You can tell he genuinely wants things to work out. 

But he’s also horrifyingly blunt. He’ll just say things without understanding they’re hurtful. Sometimes the hard truth is needed! Emphasis on sometimes!

His deadpan humour and blunt personality made it hard to tell if he was joking early on. You’d ask for his opinion, he’d say something and you’d ponder whether his statement was meant to be taken as a joke or not.

You gave Megumi a twirl as you exited the dressing room. His eyes shimmered under the fluorescent lights of the store.

“What do you think?”  You beamed at where he sat in front of you.

Megumi’s eyes lingered in your direction as you prepared yourself, “I don’t like it.”

You huffed, he sounded too serious, at least he saved you from the embarrassment of wearing the garment somewhere important. “Yeah, I think the colour is a little unflattering.”

Megumi’s eyes widened, “Wait no—”

“Huh?”

He raised his hand to rub the back of his neck as he avoided your gaze. “I was joking.”

You furrowed your brows, oh.

Megumi continued, “It’s cute— you’re cute.”

You smiled. He smiled back, his cheeks were lightly dusted with pink.

Megumi does not want to make you uncomfortable. He’s so, so scared of messing things up. As a direct result, he silently decides to take things slow. If you want affection early in the relationship you have to be VERY clear and verbally express what you want.

This is also why there isn’t a whole lot of PDA.

But OH BOY when he understands that you’re okay with him touching you, he starts to show subtle forms of PDA

He’ll hold your hand, and squeeze it every once in a while. On the topic of hand-holding, he’s definitely to rub light circles on your hand with his thumb. He’d kiss your forehead after leaning in to whisper something in your ear. Megumi is very careful; the love, and consequently the affection shared between you, is soft and caring.

Megumi’s affection is like a drug. His soft touches are just so comforting.

I bet he pats your head every once in a while, it doesn’t matter that he might mess up your hair! As long as it’s Megumi you don’t care!

His eyes are soft as they glance down at you. A stark difference from his usual unfeeling glare. Today was his birthday, though, he only wanted to pay attention to you. 

His hand was wrapped tightly around your waste while you attempted to get him to decide on a restaurant to have dinner at. He could hear the bickering between Nobara and Yuji a few steps ahead of the both of you as you all traversed the busy streets of the city. 

An almost invisible smile formed on his lips, his gaze moved to his friends. Though their arguing was causing a scene he couldn’t bring himself to care. He was grateful; grateful for Yuji and Nobara and especially you.

For once in his life the prospect of the future was less of an obstacle filled with challenges and despair and more of a godsend; he’d been given another opportunity to be with you.

Megumi stopped in his tracks and grabbed your arm before leaning down to press a gentle kiss in your temple.

A whisper left his lips, so quiet it nearly went unheard, “Thank you.”

Before you could ask what warranted his sudden tenderness, a confused noise had left Yuji from a few meters ahead.

“Wait… You Guys are dating?”

Both you and Nobara’s laughter rang through the street. Megumi’s trademark annoyed sigh followed shortly. Despite that, his gratefulness never subsided.

Ironically, life with Megumi was a blessing.