#and yes im hand sewing this shit

[szaryherbatnik]

Jericho plushie update i dont have any orange fabric for the eyes im probably gonna cut up my dress i dont have any buttons either??? I really didnt think the eyes through 😭

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is this anything . sky:cotl au

details (aka my rambling) under the cut

mostly set upon the whole idea that caine came from eden and tries to help everyone gain their wings (albeit doing a terrible job the entire time)

bubble keeps the name bubble!

they r a mantatee :3 suprisingly chaotic for a light creature and sort of has the "eat light and puff out candles" personality that caine should have but doesn't

i contemplated caine being called "the creature" just for shits and giggles (and eventually went with it) since im absolutely certain everyone who ever meets him ever would be terrified for a little bit until they realize hes sentient; he doesn't understand that the name is supposed to be sort of derogatory

caine is the only one with wings because hes the only one who can canonically fly/float!

(and yes his head is supposed to be a dark plant . i like to think im big brain for this)

the reason why his dark plant head is tinted red btw . my thought process was basically "ah yes. red = good bcus eden :]" even though thats convoluted since everyone hates eden but that makes it better in a way. i think

zooble > mismatched worksmith

"bows" given to them by ragatha as an identifier; not like theyd need one though ..

constantly making their own prosthetics due to growing boredom with their previous ones (autism™) and also carved the designs into their mask themself

kinger > reluctant royalty

same old kinger as usual .. when asked what he rules he doesnt particularly remember nor have an answer so hes usually treated with respect out of pity for being old and senile

second tallest behind jax , also the oldest (if you dont count caine i guess? whos sort of. ageless)

ragatha > plush friendfinder

matching bow with jax :3 sibling moment! (yes i like the ragatha + jax sibling dynamic . its amazing to me)

right eye does not glow and actually looks like a hollow hole if you get close enough to her face! also clothing making buddies with zooble :] she taught them how to sew without pricking themself

gangle > wrapped up theatre-goer (i had such a hard time thinking of a name .. and to be honest?? im not solid on this but WHAGEVER.)

shortest. obviously

likes to write plays in her spare time and reads them to zooble while they work

clothes are sectioned and Very flowy, and has a few (cracked and broken) masks she likes to use for play improv (and also uses for herself sometimes if she has a hard time expressing a certain emotion)

jax > towering tease (it sounds stupid but THIS is so fucking funny.i cannot resist this)

tallest OBVIOUSLY. like stupidly tall . has its advantages and disadvantages (like being able to steal things from gangle with no consequences . on the other hand. doorframes)

him being tall and having that be the only thing hes got going for him is absolutely hilarious to me and im leaning into that hard

he has a tail also, but its small and not visible from the chart

pomni > jittery jester (i had to look up "other words for anxious" for this.my intelligence is showing)

pretty much the only one i referenced real in game clothing for, which sort of fits! protag moment

this was all i really had, since other established things like their personalities and relationships arent really changed much. but this was fun to think about :3 input is appreciated !

[mystiffox]

— the apple's falling from the tree

from Cross: The Star Sans by @overflowofcrows

star!cross makes me incredibly ill with the tragic found family vibes ... (lays on the floor)

also song inspo was Driver's Seat by Madds Buckley

also have some doodles too (slight spoilers on the fic's lore below! to explain some of my thoughts on clothes n stuff)

does Cross have a star necklace in the fic? no, probably not. did i show off about my thoughts on a star necklace to Simple anyway? yes, yes i did. anyway idc where u think the necklace is from (whether its a gift from dream or a remold of his broken heart necklace, who knows atp) now ONTO THE GANG (+ Error and Fresh)

to preface this: im mostly assuming for most of the lore beyond the crumbs given to me. so, i'd imagine that when the fight ended with the gang losing, Dream and Ink immediately jailed them up. they both seem keen on keeping the gang alive, so they probably would've tried to help them with anything to make sure of it- that is, if any of the gang would even accept it in the first place.

i'm making a small guess that if there were any wounds, they used what they had to take care of it, aka ripping out parts of their own clothing to use as makeshift bandages. dream might've gave them some supplies (out of pity.. or something) but whether that was not enough or not used, i won't know

even if it was enough, there's still the factor of inevitable outburst/breakdowns from any of the prisoners. i'd imagine it'd be so hard to calm any of them down because the gang were too used to being close together that using touch became the usual grounding method— so putting a barrier between them makes it infintely harder for everyone.

i think Nightmare doesn't use his jacket anymore. it probably feels like shit/too itchy and ragged to wear and reminds him of a past he wishes he could forget. (he must feel so helpless seeing all his boys suffer after taking care of them for so long... like a lost father trying his best and seeing how much he's failing at the same time.. man.)

Dust is almost always wrapped in a blanket, the hoodie completely zipped up as if he was trying to hide in it, keeping himself as small as possible (knowing his own breakdowns are the biggest And loudest)

Horror is probably yanked back to the memories of when he was back in his home au, quietly starving and losing all the progress he had with the gang.. trying to press himself against the barriers in hopes that maybe he can feel the others on the other side of it.. (one of his outbursts would be why he ripped off the sleeves of his jacket id assume)

Killer too.. unable to get to anyone and just. with his soul going haywire sometimes, having no available output that he's forced to ride it out on his own And in front of everyone.. yeah, you get the gist for those three

Error's a mess of threads- picks at his clothes and sews em back up, just to have a reason to move his hands. he's not too worried i'd say- it's a little reminiscent of the antivoid, and he's experienced insanity already (not to say it doesn't tug at his own soul-strings to see it happen to everyone else)

Fresh might be the "cleanest" out of everyone, with barely any visible tears, but i have a good feeling his body language is different. maybe the cap is now worn correctly. maybe he took off his jacket. he's tense. his guard is up. because a parasite would never want to be locked up in one place, right?

god.

God.

they make me so sick (message is mine btw)

[syn4k]

hello pixlriffs fandom i made a cool thing

(alternative title: well that's maybe three months of on and off embroidering that i'm never getting back!)

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seriously though hi. So a few months back I decided to go looking to see if Pixlriffs' iconic jacket was on sale anywhere and the answer was no, they stopped selling it years ago. there were no lookalikes anywhere either so i did the very reasonable thing of sulk about this for about a day, go out and buy a shit ton of thread, and make the damn thing myself.

"wait," you say. "hold on. Those stripes aren't made out of fabric, are they?"

No, Dear Reader, They Are Not.

Those are

embroidered

by hand to boot because i don't own a sewing machine.

"What the fuck," you may ask. "Why."

autism

im really stupidly determined to pull through on projects especially when it comes to stupid shit like this

i needed a big time consuming creative project to get me through the Seasonal Big Sads

THE SHEER POWER AND SWAG THAT I HAVE NOW THAT THIS JACKET IS COMPLETE IS IMMEASURABLE. Nobody else I know is going to be rocking up to school wearing something that they embroidered themself over the span of three months. Textile work is cool. This looks fucking awesome. I am unstoppable.

did i mention the autism yet?

anyways i may be currently focusing on other fandoms but pixl's videos (especially his empires smp series) have been getting me through some really tough times consistently for over a year now and i figured i may as well show that in some way. i'm pretty sure this is the coolest thing i've ever made to date.

AND i completed my goal of finishing it before 2024 (in my timezone)! at the time of writing this it is 10:16 P.M on December 31st, 2023 :] i did it i did the thing

and an extra lil bonus thing on the back that i added because i had the time (yes that is latin also please ignore the pet hair i have two dogs and a cat):

vigilate, amici mei.

(stay vigilant, my friends!)

[river-mort]

im finally home and it's time to talk about Ranni 1/6 figure by CCTOYS which I luckily received just today while I was at work

lets start with the doll itself - it's a solid, nice soft plastic that doesn't feel or look cheap - yes, she has some paint issues on her joints but that looks acceptable. She also have a very nice face sculpt which someone can use for custom figures for example

And very basic cheap doll hair. I don't know if such type of collectable dolls can have better hair but this looks very... Regular. Maybe there are some ways to style it I'm not familiar with that

Her joints are two point joints which add some more mobility and that's something I like and actually didn't expect. A very good addition

Unfortunately her clothes looks terrible and I can't do anything about it - I'm foreign to sewing and have no idea what can be done with that. Clothes are just doesn't sit. And worst is that she has no skirt and once sitting everything is exposed. I will have to find some sort of fabric to make a skirt or a skirt itself

Her hat is plastic and the bottom is some printed paper. And while I understand such decision it's a little sad since hat is main highlight of her look. Printed thing looks actually bad it's sad they didn't paint it or something. Hat also has very big hole so it can sometimes fall deep and cover whole head but once you get how to take it on it's good. The silver thing on it it's also NOT metal. It was sad at first but it actually can keep it shape

also her rings are not glued to her hands and it actually was in a little package so I hate to take them on myself!

The hardest part - second arms. They must be added with a tape and it's a complicated and annoying process that also hurts doll's mobility. And while I can understand this as well (it's way cheaper to paint a regular doll body than creating a new one with extra changes) it would've be very cool if she did had a custom body. I think they could've done better. Or not. I don't know

Arms are tight and way harder to move but I agree she looks fantastic when everything set together and I just love characters with four arms honestly

There's nothing interesting to say about coat and also this package have addition of a little merch metal pin and childish looking more or less metal ring

what can I say about this doll? I think she's 4/5 - very good yet still requires some polishing but it's nothing too bad or fatal. But one thing I can say for sure - it's not a doll which deserve a big amount of money. She just doesn't worth high price check. I bought her for 11000 rubels (about 120$) which is is small for such type of doll but I think it's maximum that can be payed - even a little too much. Her best price is around 8000-9000rubels (87-97 rubels) in my opinion. Yet she is a very good addition to my collection and I enjoy her company so far. There is other version by LimaToys with more things like chair and second face and maybe it's worth looking at but I'm satisfied with that one. It's very good

also there is this. I don't know how to use that shit

[trippygalaxy]

Shifting Sands General Headcanons

Shifting sands comic is an AU based of LU (hehe rhymes) and im very much obsessed with it! So I made some small and brief headcanons for the fuckers

Comic by @vaathnaos and includes only Sky, Time, Wind and Legend!

Sky, blessed with big beautiful lips, has to wear a lot of chap stick (or ointments similar to that) because his lips get dry often, especially after going down to the surface.

Sky is the PERFECT temperature at all times, making him the perfect cuddle buddy

Legend learned to sew from Ravio but is shit at it- unlike Ravio who actually has quite a skill for it.

Legend will only eat fruits/veggies with a knife, he says its cause he hates getting the juices on his hands but really, Sir Raven did it once and Legend thought it was so cool that he always does it now.

Wind didnt start drinking alcohol when he became a pirate, it was actually a common practice on Outset Island for foods to have some sort of alcoholic base to them (ie, curtain fish, breads, pastas were soaked in alcohol)

Wind loves the feeling of sand under his feet but HATES mud or wet grass, its slippery and wet and gooey and gross and it takes forever to clean off his feet.

Only thing that he hates more is wearing close toed shoes

Time has a habit of calling the others “boy,” something he picked up from the military as a General (its how he would often refer to his soldiers, yes even the fem soldiers)

Time takes the metaphor of 'having a hard head' and took it literally- that man is like Tanjiro from demon slayer and could knock out a Lynel w/ a headbutt

Time, Sky and Legend all call Wind different little nicknames, and its a unspoken competition on how wild they can get with them before Wind says something, so far Sky is winning (he's somehow managed to call Wind 'Small fry' without getting cursed out, Legend is pissed)

Time has called Legend a Punk, and Legend took the name with pride (he has no idea what that means but hes taking it as a good thing)

Theres been a few times where Sky would ramble about his Zelda and Legend would slowly turn to Time with a look up "please let me hit it," the look has been met with a shake of a head.

[stanfiction-withsoos]

Hi! Conjoined Stans Anon Here. AAAAAAAAA?? THAT FIC WAS SO CUTE??????? Augh the panic attack mid-handy and Ford calming him down I'm screaming I'm in love I need to be put down

ARE U MAKING IT AN AU??? IT HAD AN AU TAG I NEED TO KNOW--

I also need to know ur opinions on Stanley POV through their entire lives on their situation because Stanley isn't normal about his brother either I don't think, just not Like That. Neeeeed ur takes and love ur writing

HELLO!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!

yes im making it an au... im in love with the actually

they had an au tag from the start btw!!

stan is DEFINITELY freaking out at the start, mostly bc he hasnt really. trusted anyone. in the past ten years. so suddenly HAVING to trust someone, someone who put you IN that situation? mortifying. he cries a lot

he definitely gets more into the sexual aspect after the fic... he realizes " wait... this is kinda hot " and then gts hard. wayy too often after that. ford likes to tease him abt it but thinks its caused by stress, when in reality stan just realized hes into it-

walking is really hard for them at first, since i think it'd take a while to even feel whats going on on the other side (if they could at all). ford expected the walking to be easy, so they dont really. have any mobility aids. they manage to stumble to a closet and find their pa's old 8ball cane...

they walk with it, the cane being held by stan to take less pressure off of fords leg.

fords funding ends up falling through bc hes done jack shit, so stan comes up with " the murder hut " to pay the bills...

ford hates it. he doesnt want them to be made a mockery of. and then stan reminds him " you know, you did do this without my permission, and we are low on cash... ". so ford agrees

abt their romantic relationship... hmmm

ford was physically affectionate since the start. yk how, in the fic, ford kept putting his hand over stans half of the chest? yeah. ford loves that shit. he also often tilts his head into the craevas between him and stans, knocking stans head gently.

stan acts like he hates this affection during the start, buuuttttt he secretly loves it. loves that shit. he just feels like its wrong to because ford sewed them together AND hes his brother.

they get over the whole " incest is wrong " thing by reasoning that it technically isnt incest if you're a single being

[j-nor]

i saw you collect clown shit I'm being a clown for Halloween can I see 👀

SCREAMING AND CRYING!!!! YES ID LOVE TO SHOW YOU!!! IM BEING A CLOWN FOR HALLOWEEN TOO!!! THANK YOU FOR ASKING ME ABOUT MY CLOWN STUFF <333333333

This is my clown suit, which is hand-made out of 2 colorful blankets and a pillowcase, i free handed most of it and also hand stitched about 60% of it because my sewing machine broke mid-project. (Just a heads up while we’re still at the top, this post is gonna be loooooooooooong and have a lot of pictures, also sorry for how gross the carpet looks he’s just like that)

This is my circus tent juice box

This is my costume drawer, where I cram as much stuff as I can fit, it’s pretty full so I’ll just show you my favorite stuff.

These are the highlights, my googley-eye ring, the first clown mask I made, the first party hat I made, my diy ruffled wrist cuffs and collar, and my jewelry hoard.

These are my clowns, which are both hand sewn, they’re names are Butterbean (left) and Corn (right). Butterbeans face was smudged by some water, I’ll get around to fixing it soon.

These are all the little trinkets I keep with them, things I find that I consider clownish. Most of these were picked up from dollar stores, thrift stores, stoop sales, giveaways or relatives homes. There’s a lot so I’ll just show my favorites.

These are my rubber reptiles, my tardigrade and monster finger-puppets, my wind up toys, and some bouncy balls and jingle bells.

This is my doorway decoration.

These are my other accessories that don’t fit in the costume drawer. My collection of silly sunglasses, my second favorite vest, this lovely sweater, and of course the essential clown nose and bow tie.

These are my clown shoes. These rubber boots have tragically become far too small for me, so I’m saving them untill my cousins are older. The rainbow sneakers are only for special occasions because they hurt my feet and Im trying to protect the color.

Land lastly, this is my favorite sculpture, I made it a few years ago.

All these were collected over the past 3ish years, a-lot of pieces were hand made or found in cheap stores, when I go out I keep my eyes peeled for anything clownish and that’s why I’ve managed to grow my hoard so large lol. If anyone reading wants to use the pictures for something (a mood board, a collage, whatever), tag me so I can see it!!!! Thanks for sending me this ask :o) I literally jumped out of bed as soon as I got it because I am a weapons-grade weirdo and love to talk about clowns

Have a lovely day and a happy Halloween!!!

[urfavoritedcwhore]

the russian boy//part fourteen

chapter two

warnings: very slight smut, swearing, drug usage

lowercase intended

not proof read

part fourteen, chapter two: the distractions

boris pulled me up from the bed, "get dressed", he told me while he dug through his closet trying to find something to put on. theo, who was now leaving the room, shouted something to boris that i didn't hear. i walked over to boris's bathroom, closing the door behind me. "boris!" i said loudly through the closed door, "mhm?". "can i use your toothbrush?", i asked holding up the mangled toothbrush inspecting it, "dont have to ask lalka.", he yelled back laughing. i hate not knowing what he's calling me, for all i know he could be saying, "don't have to ask stupid bitch!", but i've gotten used to it by now. i turn on the faucet and put toothpaste on the brush before scrubbing my teeth. i turn off the water and look at myself in the mirror as i spit out the rest of the foamed up toothpaste. i look like actual shit. my hair is a mess, my sew in hair extensions are disconnected from the left side of my head and peaking through my natural hair, my eyes look like raccoon eyes, and the hickey on my neck is a dark reddish purple color. ugh. i turn the water back on and scrub at my face till the mascara is finally off. lucky i still have a hair band on my wrist, i fold my body forward and put my hair up in what my old friend autumn used to describe as a, "hideous hangover bun". after i inspect my wretched appearance in the mirror, i look around on the bathroom floor for boris's sweater. i find it crumpled up on the floor beside a massive pile of what i assume are dirty clothes. i slip off my sweater from last night, throw it onto the laundry pile, and put his sweater over my head. as i pull it down onto my body i get the strong smell of boris: cigarettes, liquor, spearmint, and to be completely honest slight body oder. let me be real right quick: i heavily fuck with the way he smells even when he fucking STINKS. it's sexy. sue me. i take off my skirt, throwing it on top of my sweater on the laundry pile, and walk out the bathroom door. "i need pants", i say walking out rubbing my eyes with my hands, still trying to fully wake up. i take my hands away from my eyes and low and behold, theo is standing right in front of the dresser scrolling on his phone. he looks up at me and giggles, "yes you do lucy lu.", he says tossing me a pair of sweatpants from the dresser. i suck my lips into my mouth for a second before catching them. "why thank you Theodore.", i say taking a deep breath slightly embarrassed. i don't know why i'm embarrassed though. he's seen me in my underwear. hell the first day i met him he saw me in my underwear. maybe it's cause im not the least bit intoxicated right now, i don't know.

i put on the sweats, jumping as i pull them up around my waist. they fit me more like leggings, i swear it drives me crazy how small all of boris's pants are. however, the pants are always too long on me, so it makes me feel better having to roll them up. "where's boris?", i say folded over cuffing the sweatpants. "downstairs making you coffee.", theo tells me as he puts his phone in his pocket. i stand back up after im done cuffing both legs of the pants and smile, "i didn't know he had a coffee maker.", i say suprised. theo laugh, "oh no, no he does not. he saw coffee grounds at your house the other day and called me insisting that i bring some over immediately so that you could have coffee in the morning whenever you spent the night here. he's boiling coffee grounds in water down there lucy. on the stove. boiling coffee grounds, in water.", he says the last sentence slowly for me to soak it all in. i slightly let my mouth drop open and scrunch my eyebrows low, "do i have to drink it?", i ask theo whispering. "he will be so disappointed if you don't. when he's not looking pour it into a bush or something.", he tells me whispering back. i take a deep breath as theo leads me out of the room and down the stairs. we walk into the kitchen and i see boris pouring a slightly brown liquid into a chipped coffee mug. he turns around when he hears theo clear his throat, and smiles when he sees me. he holds up the coffee, "i make for you, coffee, yes? it's good, i tried.", he tells me walking over to me and handing me the mug. i smile at him, "that's so sweet thank you.", i say giving him a kiss on the cheek. i look down at the coffee. it is utterly horrifying. the "coffee" is a murky brown color, clear enough for me to see the lose grounds settling on the bottom of the mug. i look back up at him, "it looks good!", i say with the best fake smile i can put on my face. he's still smiling when he looks at me expectantly, "drink, tell me if is good!", he says excitedly. oh how i dread hearing those fucking words. i smile and bring the cup up to my mouth taking a small sip. i nearly spit it out. if i didn't know better i would say this is some sort of cruel joke. i force myself to swallow the bitter, hot, burnt tasting "coffee", and look up at him, "mmm, that's good boris", i say, restraining myself from being physically sick. theo lets out a small giggle and i step on his foot before boris can hear him. "you like it?", boris asked me with a proud smile. "yes i loveeee it, so good boris.", i say smiling back at him. he kisses my forehead and takes my hand, "ok, let's go to grocery store", he tells me and theo. before he can pull us both out of the house i turn to theo, "theo this coffee boris made is sooo good, here try some!", i say loudly giving theo a smug smirk. theo's face drops and he slightly mouths the words, "please, no.", to me as i shove the mug towards him. boris is still walking holding onto my hand, as we all walk through the door, "yes potter, try. is good i swear.", boris says walking to his car as theo and i trail behind. i hand the mug over to theo placing it in his hand, "take a big sip dude, you really gotta taste how amazing it is", i say smiling at theo with a toothy grin. he sticks up his middle finger and glares at me silently before looking down worriedly at the coffee and taking a sip. his face contorts in a manner that makes me bite my tongue to refrain from laughing. just as he looks like he's gonna spit it out boris opens the back door of his car for me and looks at us. theo quickly swallows it and smiles at boris giving him a thumbs up. i climb into the car as boris walks to the drivers side. theo hands me the coffee cup, "i think im gonna be sick", he says with a groan. i laugh at him and pour the liquid on the grass beside boris's car, making sure he's turned where he can't see me. "kindly kill your self lucy lu.", theo whispers back to me as he grips his stomach. i blow him a kiss and giggle as he walks around to crawl over boris into the passenger seat.

once we're all in the car i feel my phone buzzing and take it out of my pocket. moms calling me. i look into my driveway and see the truck is gone, so i assume she's calling me from work. i answer, sort of alarmed at her calling instead of texting. "hello? is everything okay?", i say holding my phone to my ear. "hey baby! yes, everything's okay i just miss your voice. how was that party last night? i saw your note, did you have fun?", i hear my mothers voice say from the speaker on my phone. my stomach churns a bit before i answer, "yea! lots of fun!", i lie, "how's work?", i ask her when i hear the the talking of customers and clattering of plates in the background. she sighed, "busy as hell. i need a cigarette.", she laughs softly before continuing, "will you be home tonight? i get off at 10pm and i wanna see you. i feel like it's been ages since i saw your sweet face.", she says with a sigh. "sure, i'll be home tonight. we can watch a movie and hangout.". i hear someone yelling my moms name in the back of the call, "shit, like six more people just came in. that sounds good, i gotta go hon, i love you!", she says. i hear her hang up and put my phone on my lap, looking up at the boys. "so how are we gonna get food?", i ask them suspiciously when i see them smiling at me. "you'll see.", says boris as he pulls out of his driveway and drives down the road. as we drive theo rolls a questionable looking blunt and lights it before handing it to me. i take a few hits and climb onto the center console, holding the blunt to boris's mouth, and scratching his head while he drives. boris smiles at me and nods at theo. i pass the blunt over to him and he looks at me, "boris gets special treatment and not me?", he says lifting his eyebrows. i decide it's a perfect moment to make theo uncomfortable, which is so very easy to do. "boris fucks me, so yes he does get special treatment.", i say putting the blunt between theo's fingers and smiling. theo's eyes widen, "oh well i didnt know...that you two...were-", he stutters before boris cuts him off with a loud laugh. theo turns his head back forward and hits the blunt silently as boris and i laugh for what seems like forever. the laughter dies down when boris pulls into a grocery store with a name i don't recognize. theo puts the blunt out on the lid of the mason jar before throwing the half smoked blunt inside it and closing it back up. "can someone please tell me what were doing now?", i ask when boris parks the car. theo looks at me with a smile, "okay so, usually when boris and i "shop", we just go around and find an isle no one's in to snatch shit from.", he tells me. "so we're stealing.", i say cutting in. " 'so we're stealing' ", he mocks me before continuing, "yes lu, but here's the thing: since there's three of us now, we can create distractions to get people out of the isle while one of us grabs the shit we need. understand?", he explains to me like he's explaining to a kindergartener how to cut paper. i roll my eyes, "yes i understand. but who's gonna be the distraction and who's gonna get the stuff?", i ask curiously. "i don't care, we just need to make people uncomfortable enough to leave the isle we need to grab shit from.", he says back with a shrug. boris smiles at me, "lucy and i will be distraction, just get us good stuff potter.", he says without taking his eyes off me. from the look he's giving me i'm sure he has a plan. we all hop out of the car and walk towards the store. i look at boris, "so what's your big plan?", i ask him as he takes my hand in his while we walk. he looks down at me, "fake fight with me, eh? we make loud and uncomfortable for people in isles.", he says shrugging with a half smile on his face. honestly this is pretty smart for boris to have thought of, and i've watched enough lifetime movies to know how to fake fight.

we walk into the grocery store looking so nonchalant you probably wouldn't even glance our way. theo looks over at us and mouths the word, "pasta" and nods to an isle with a few kids about a year or two younger than us in it. boris looks at me and i nod. we walk into the isle, untangle our hands, and start "looking through stuff". boris lifts his eyebrows at me. so i guess i have to be the instigator, ok alright i can do this. i think for a moment, than without hesitation, i reached over to his pants pocket and pull out his phone. i shove it in his face and loudly, but not loud enough for any employees to hear, start yelling at him. "YOU TOLD ME YOU WERENT TEXTING HER ANYMORE. I KNEW IT, I KNEW YOU WERE A FUCKING LIAR.", i said to him shaking the phone in his face, and trying my hardest not to smile when he accidentally cracked a small giggle. he caught on quickly though because before i knew it he was snatching the phone out of my hand and yelling back at me, "SHE IS MY FRIEND, ONLY IS A FRIEND, HM? YOU ARE SO FUCKING CRAZY, CAN WE JUST SHOP?", he says back to me surprisingly in character. he continues shouting something at me as i lock eyes with one of the terrified looking teens behind us in the isle. "фальшивая  драка, фальшивая драка, я так тебя люблю. эти люди чертовы идиоты!", he shouts as i start to call out the teen i made eye contact with. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU LOOKING AT HUH? KEEP FUCKIN STARING I DARE YOU.", i say to the kid raising my eyebrows and using the scariest tone i can muster. the kid looks at his friends and they all quickly exit the isle, allowing theo to come in. theo swiftly picks up the pasta and places it in the inside pocket of his jacket, so smoothly i wasn't even sure if he got it or not till he turned to us and nodded. i looked at boris and laughed as we followed theo out of the isle. theo stopped next at the sauce isle and nodded to boris. boris and i walked into the isle, and saw an elderly man and what looked like his wife in the isle. i smiled at boris at got on my toes to whisper to him, "follow my lead.", i said to him before grabbing the back of his neck and kissing him fiercely. i can feel the his confusion as i press my lips to his, but once again, he catches on quickly. he matches the speed of my lips and pushes me into a shelf, pinning me to it as he continues exploring my lips. oh he's good. i twist us around slamming him on the same shelf i was just on. i grab his hand off my hip and slide it down to my ass, which he squeezes with a firm grip. we continue our little "distraction" for about another thirty seconds before we hear someone clear their throat loudly. i detach from boris's lips and and look up to see theo, standing in front of us, tapping his foot. "they left the isle the moment he shoved you into the shelf's. you two could've stopped about two minutes ago.", he says looking like he's trying his best not to laugh. i look back at him shocked, "why didn't you say something?", i ask him. "looked like you two were having...fun.", he says looking at boris’s pants. i follow his gaze. oh my fuck. i didn't even realize how hard he was while i was kissing him. lady's and fucking gentlemen that dick is HUGE from the look of it. i look back up at boris with wide eyes and see him standing there smugly. "not ashamed", he says shrugging. theo turns away and we follow him into the meat isle(ironic right), where no one else is. me and boris stand in front of theo, guarding him from anyone who may pass by and see him.

boris looks at me and throws an arm around my shoulder before bending down and whispering in my ear, "so i've fucked you before?", he says obviously referring to the thing i said to theo in the car. my face turns a bright red and my eyes widen as he stands up straight and laughs at my expression. "dont look so embarrassed, kochanie. you know i’d do it right now if you wanted me to.”, he says smirking smugly before kissing the top of my head and following theo as he walks towards the exit of the store. okay so that definitely just made me brain think a lot of things. i’m gonna be thinking about those words all night, i can promise you that.

A/N: there you go pookies, a semi long part for you:). this one was fun to write, i hope you all enjoy it!!

[sodaquail]

Dude I’m so hyped for your werewolf AU, you have no idea. I’m the biggest werewolf!Chip fan out there. Anyways, if you want asks (sorry if I misinterpreted your post):

What type of werewolf are we talking here? Classic bipedal or twilight style giant wolf? Somewhere in between?

Are any of the other characters werewolves, and/or does Chip know any others?

Is lycanthropy a known thing? How do people react?

One of my D&D books has a section on lycanthropy, and while you can play player characters affected by it, it goes hand and hand with the Evil alignment (it’s an older book, not sure about lycanthropy in 5E). Is this similar in your AU, or are werewolves misunderstood?

Don’t feel obligated to answer any of these haha, I understand that they could definitely lean into spoiler territory, I’m just so excited!! :D Werewolf world building is the best.

Im sooooo glad to see you're excited!!! I can totes add you to the tag list ^_^

for the TYPE of wolf... I totally leant more into mythology rather than werewolf movies. ive never actually watched a werewolf movie (although, a friend said wolfchip would be like the wolves from twilight so now im planning a marathon with IRLs.... oops) I'm doing a lot of worldbuilding into the nature and magic of werewolves and that stays hidden but.. - physically they are BIG. like twilight wolf sized... big big. - They have no tail (a mythology thing for werewolves!! common for creatures rumored to just be witches in disguse actually) I was VERYYYYYYYY much not going to pull the werewolf pop culture thing and have some 'weird human-wolf hybrid cross' because i did not like the idea tooooo much..... would rather be taken out back and killed with bricks than make chip bipedal wolf-man hybrid thing.... noooooooo...... also in human form werewolves are distinctly inhuman!! Won't go into TOO MUCH worldbuilding of mine but essentially, among other things their wolf form and traits fluctuate with the lunar cycle. on new moon they're indistinguishable from human, on full moon they're fully wolf, and all inbetween is a mix of traits. It all depends on when you catch em, whether it's day or night, whether it's new moon or close to full moon.... you might not know what you're signing up for if you find a normal person on the full moon only for them to change as the lunar cycle goes on, lol. but from mythology these are the traits which often identify a werewolf in human form - unibrow (not giving chip this one. no dice) - low, swinging stride (yes!) - lower set ears (also yes!) - when the skin is cut, there is fur under it! (yes, but i felt might be too obscure for people.... not included in common werewolf pop culture sadly...) as well as a few special things of my own!!! I ALSO HAVE A PHOTO OF WHAT WOLFCHIP LOOKS LIKE!! i found this on a dog grooming video on tiktok and went 'thats wolfchip."

2) Yes! I have one confirmed werewolf NPC (of my own making for the purposes of the story) and am toying with the idea of making another character a werewolf. It won't be too big of a deal though... just a neat little reference!! 3) now THIS is staunchly spoiler territory!! sorry dude!!! 4) this is also spoiler territory but what i will say is that I did not go off of DND modules (although it wouldnt hurt to give them a read...)!! I play BECMI and 5e as my DND modules among other TTRPGS but i did not lean from any of them. Honestly, I didn't take much inspiration for my werewolf worldbuilding outside of some mythology shit (and not a lot, anyway). I think i just went off the general, well known werewolf myths and said 'ok what can i do with this' and i sewed and cut and now it is a new beast. it is MY beast. TYSM for your questions!!! Hope you enjoy the final project ahhhh...... seeing the answers for the spoilers in the fic will be SO much better than reading them here i swear :3

[paranoidginger]

Lab-rat part 15

Tw: Descriptions of Gore, Violence, Panic,

His body betrayed him, numb and loose and heavy. The pressure of his own bodyweight made him ache, his breathing slow and automatic as his body did only the bare minimum to keep him alive.

"Zhe Blu medic did a vonderful job at putting you back togezher, I must admit. Zhe fact zhat he managed to give you new eyes is quite an achievement on its own!" The medic laughed, looking down at Bait's face for a moment. "Such a shame all his hard work is for nozhing. I vonder how long you vould survive if I skinned you down to bare muscle. Zhat's somezhing I've never tried before!" He chuckled a bit more "I could take everyzhing except for zhat pretty face of yours, you know. Zhe Blu spy was a decapitated head in my refrigerator for quite a while. I'm sure I could arrange somezhing similar for once I run out of uses for your body."

Bait could do nothing but listen, frantically looking around for somebody -anybody- to come to his aid. He could feel himself drool slightly, unable to force himself to swallow his own saliva under the effects of whatever it was the Medic had injected him with.

"I zhink once I skin you, I'll remove your muscles individually, by groups. See vich ones ve humans don't really need. Of course, before all zhat, I'll remove your vocal chords. Can't have you screaming vhile I skin you, now can I! Sewing your mouth shut vorked temporarily, but zhat vould be a much better solution. Or maybe I'll just seal your mouth off entirely, I'm sure I could graft a patch of skin over it, zhat vouldn't be so difficult." The doctor continued to speak, laughing as he described what he was planning to do to the clone, the young man's panic unable to be expressed in his paralyzed state... He was going to die, wasn't he... "Or I could simply do both. I don't see vhy I vouldn't."

The Blu Sniper respawned, throwing his hat onto the floor as he paced, swearing to himself. Shit. SHIT! This was his fault, he should have been keeping a better eye on the man- He jumped slightly as a couple of the others respawned as well. The Medic, followed by Heavy and Demoman. The announcement of the Blu team successfully grabbing the enemy intelligence was drowned out as Sniper stopped the Medic, grabbing his sleeve as he walked past.

"I lost 'im- The-the bloody scoundrel got him- I-I couldn't save 'im." The Sniper picked his hat up off of the floor, dusting it off as he clutched it to his chest as he admitted the loss to his Medic.

"V-vhat do you mean? You can't be joking-" The doctor's heart sank as he processed what the Sniper told him. "Scheiße. Go ahead and get back to your spot, mein freund. Keep a look out in case you see anyzhing, zhere is still hope. Ve vill get him back." The doctor left the respawn chamber, leaving the Sniper to his own devices as he bit back stinging tears behind his glasses, his hat crumpled in his hands.

After a moment, Sniper felt a hand on his shoulder, turning to see Demo, a worried smile on his face.

"The doc knows what he's doin' lad. Ye don' have tae blame yerself. Ye died." The Demoman ushered Sniper out of the respawn chamber, gesturing to one of the benches. "You have a sit, I got an extra bottle o' scrumpy, we can have a drink, an' then go kick those Red bastards' arses!" He went into the supply cupboard, holding up two bottles of alcohol before making his way over to sit beside Sniper, who graciously took one of the bottles uncorking it and taking a long swig, a small tear running down his face. "Chin up, lad, he'll be back." The Demo spoke uncharacteristically softly, gently wiping Sniper's tears with the knuckle of his forefinger before pulling him closer, giving him a small squeeze.

The Blu Medic ran as quickly as he could, trying to think of where the Red team's Medic would keep his captive until the mission was over. The way to the enemy base with the most cover was the sewers, and he knew from experience that the flooded tunnels were the most likely route to take.

He made his way down the stairs, into the flooded tunnels, moving as quickly as he could to hopefully catch up with the enemy Medic. Thankfully, he was correct, catching a glimpse of the man in red as he disappeared around the first bend of the enemy sewers. By the time he had caught up, whatever it was that he had shot the clone full of had begun to wear off, and he had begun to weakly squirm and whimper.

The doctor watched as his counterpart roughly placed Bait onto the floor, propped up against the wall of the little corner platform as he drew and loaded his syringe gun.

"A higher dosage should do zhe trick. Don't go anyvhere." The Red medic teased, examining each of the drugged syringes as he loaded them into the little machine in his hand. Bait's gaze drifted as he spotted his medic from the corner of his eye, another whimper escaping from deep in his chest. The man's head turned as he heard the quiet sloshing of steps behind him, his grin widening as he spotted the Blu medic. "Ohoh! Wunderbar! My creation gets to see anozher one of his friends die! I must say, arzt, you did vell putting my favorite lab rat back togezher! I can't vait to see your handiwork on zhe inside of him."

"He is a human being, Ludwig! Vhat even is all of zhis torture you put him through for? Zhere is no point to it if you just vant to see him suffer!"

"Hah! You consider it human? Mein freund, it came out of a test tube! I doubt it even has a soul. Zhis thing you care so much about is just a copy. It came from nozhing more zhan a blood sample I took from your spy vhile his head was in my possession."

The Blu medic fell silent, anger unlike anything Bait had seen from him plastering itself across his features, his body language, down to the way he began approaching the other Medic. He pulled his bonesaw from his labcoat, rushing the other man and shoving him against the wall, causing him to drop his syringe gun as he grabbed a fistful of the Red Medic's shirt collar and rammed his saw into the soft tissue of the man's stomach.

"You do not get to speak of him zhat way! You are a miserable coward of a man who does nozhing but take pleasure in everyone else's suffering!" The Red medic choked slightly, still grinning as he coughed, wincing.

"S-someone heh... Someone's emotional..." He paused for a moment, taking a shaky breath as he broke eye contact with the other Medic. "Spy, now!" He shouted, despite the blood seeping from the corners of his mouth, soaking through the white of his coat. The next few moments were a blur as Bait watched on in horror. The Red Spy uncloaked himself, moving with the swift precision of a killer.

"Apologies, docteur... I have no intention of becoming his next experiment." He drove his knife into the Blu Medic's back, both Medics collapsing to the floor as the spy shot Bait a short, sympathetic glance before disappearing once again.

Bait looked on, tears streaming down his face as he weakly tried to scoot himself away, the Red medic slowly getting back to his feet. He coughed and winced, growling to himself as he pulled the saw out of himself, grabbing the med kit and tending to himself before picking his syringe gun up from the floor, firing it, yet again at the clone. This time, he did not stay awake...

Part 14

@thatonesimp-e @gravitytrips @realccre

Everything has to get worse before it can get better, isn't that the saying?

[smolcuriouskitten]

This was so strange. Why is he so nice to me? Why isnt he yelling at me? He yells at everyone else. He insults everyone else over mistakes like this. Why is he helping me up?!

"Rockelle. Now you know you cant double stitch around the young masters collar. He will complain that it itches." His calm voice radiated in my ear as he helped me up from dropping the sewing supplies all over the room.

My eyes dart around looking for a camera or another device. Is this a prank? Rin never gets this grace when she adds too much soap to the laundry! Why in the hell is he being so gentle with me? "Ah...I apologize Mr. Sebastian. I didnt hear you come in." I went to reach for the fallen supplies and he gently grabs my hand, a smile on his face. "I got it dear."

Dear? Oh god am I dreaming? Wheres the lamp? This cant be the same Sebastian I knew. The man who would throw a fit if a hair was out of place. The man who would raise hell if something was put in the wrong spot. Why is this man who would be yelling at me over what he calls a simple mistake be so calm and collected? WHY IS HE PICKING UP THE THINGS I DROPPED ON THE FLOOR?!

"Are you okay? You look like you seen a ghost." He teases, swiftly picking everything up in one move then setting it aside. I look up at him, god his height is so much more intimidating from this angle. Hes practically looming over the mannequin and I, just looking down at me with those eyes of his. God his eyes were so easy to get lost in. Shit, he asked me something.

"Yes, yes I am fine. Sorry again for causing the trouble." I stutter.

"Good. Get back to work. He needs this suit as soon as possible." He said, leaving me in the room alone with my thoughts. Why am I shaking? Why am I so bothered at his niceness? Was the real Sebastian kidnapped and this replacement is walking around?

Just focus on finishing the damn suit for now, I can worry about this later.

Why am I standing in front of Sebastian's quarters? That was an unspoken rule in the manor, never go to Sebastian's quarters after lights out. He would throw a fit that you were disturbing his rest and causing a fuss over something you could have fixed. My hands were shaking again. I have to know whats gotten into him.

Slowly raising my hand and going to knock, the door swings open. I immediately began to apologize for disturbing him and turning up unannounced to which he just chuckles. Chuckle. He laughed at me. Oh no, Im dead for sure.

"Something must really be bothering you to come by at this hour." He said, as if he was patronizing me. As if he didnt know him being nice was a cry for help and to kill the mimick that took his place! "Yes, something is bothering me." I say, trying to sound normal despite the nervous tremble shaking my words.

"What is it Ms. Simmonds. Its rather late and you have lots of work to do tomorrow and-"

"Look, why were you so nice to me earlier?"

I interrupt and he looks down at me with a surprised expression. No one ever interrupted his long winded speeches before about how work is so important. I heard it more times than I can count but thats not the point. His face softens and his lips curl upward into another gentle smile. The same one he gave me earlier.

His form seemed even more terrifying like this. The dim lights in the hall, contrasting his bright light in his room. His shadow covered me and made me feel even smaller than I already felt. As much as I wanted to just apologize and run away, something told me to stay and figure out an answer. Damn my curiousity.

"Colleagues are meant to be polite and kind Rockelle. What are you talking about?"

"No. No no no. Dont give me that. You scream at Brad for messing up the young masters cooking, you yell at Finn if a single blade of grass is cut incorrectly, and you get so damn upset at Rin for breaking glasses and dishes everyday. Hell, you even yelled at me once upon a time for the master's stitching being done so shabbily that he looked cheap. Any mistake does not go unnoticed with you. So earlier I was expecting you to scream at me and call me silly for dropping such expensive supplies on the ground and getting the delicate threads tangled but you didnt. Whats going on with you?"

He pauses. He just looks down at me with a soft expression, his shoulders were relaxed and his face wasnt stuck in that cold professional look. It was both odd and strangely endearing to see him not be so...mean looking all the time. His silence scared me though, shook a part of me I didnt know existed. Was he going to yell at me now for calling him out? Was he going to shoo me away for asking such invasive questions?

"You are more intuitive than I thought. You notice every thing dont you?"

"Wha...?"

Now I felt even more confused. Why does this man only speak in riddles?!

"What are you trying to say Sebastian?"

"You seem to notice how I treat everyone else but you dont seem to notice the feelings I have for you. Kindness always comes at a price, does it not?"

I freeze. What? Looking around again for any cameras, trying to look at what little of his room I could see for everyone else to jump out and say this was a prank. I look at his face for any signs of him lying. I dont feel my nose burning and his face didnt change. Hes just looking at me waiting for an answer and I dont know how to feel right now.

Its not that I dont like him, hes a refined man with expensive tastes and love for the classics. He loves literature and music, the same things I love. Why does he chose to say this now? Out of all times? In the middle of the night? Why not over dinner or in a more formal setting?

"...Kindness...yes. Yes it does come at a price." I respond softly, my face heating up from both embarassment and coming to grips with the reality of the situation. He likes me. And I like him. Now what happens?

"Would you like to come in to speak further? I dont feel comfortable letting you stand in your night clothes. Its indecent."

"Indecent is what you are for springing this on me." I respond and his smile widens, stepping aside to let me in, closing the door once I step inside.

Why does it feel like I just stepped into the lions den? Or like I just sold my soul to the devil? This feels so strange being welcomed into a forbidden zone. His room was plain, not decorated with any semblance of originality. All of his furniture was a dark wood, almost black. His bed was lavish and looked luxurious, silk sheets with curtains blowing behind the frame and it smelled so much like him in here.

The mix of sulfur and a cologne I cant quite make out. It felt both homey and ominous. He sat on his bed and motioned to the chair in the room that sat nearby. I have a seat and he does too, on his bed with his legs crossed. His lanky frame yet again looms over me in such a way that makes me feel small. I think hes doing it on purpose at this point.

"Rockelle. Our time here is coming to an end. The young master has no need for us within the next few months." He said, to which I nod. I wasnt surprised, the master grew to power so fast, he had no need to worry about us anymore. He always did chose himself. "And with that, this situation isnt exactly ideal, my confession and all. I would love to get to know you more and expose you to a softer side of me. I know you are used to my scary and intimidating side but I want to show you something kinder." He then slouches to not make himself look so big. I knew he was doing it on purpose.

"This is all...so much for me. I am just not used to a man who likes me being nice to me." I bluntly respond and he just tilts his head at my words, visibly confused. Yeah, me and you both.

"Why is that? Was Brad and Finn unkind to you?"

"No no that's not what I mean. I mean romance has never been easy for me. Love hurts me. It scares me. I am open to the idea of course but I worry that it might not stay kind to me."

Was it a mistake to pour my heart out? Maybe. His facial expression continued to look confused at me, almost as if he couldnt believe what he was hearing. He then leaves the comfort of his bed to kneel in front of me. Oh god I feel faint.

"You are the most beautiful person I know. You have a kindness thats so much greater than you. I know you and I havent had the best history but I want to change that, if you allow me." His words sound genuine. They felt genuine. This feels so strange to me. Hes not yelling at me, belittling me, calling me names. He didnt even raise his voice.

Hes being kind and being genuine and I dont know how to handle this. What if he ends up like Magic? "I...I will allow you. If you p..promise not to...to..to hit me." I mumble, which he just gives me an even more confused look. "Why on earth would I do that?" He asks, his tone laced with concern.

"Isnt...Isnt that what lovers do?" I ask, my tone is just as confused.

"Rockelle. My dear. No. They dont do that. I mean they can in a sexual sense...but not in a loving relationship."

"Oh. So you wont hit me based on my answer?"

"My poor darling. No I wont hit you." He gently grabs my hands and kisses at the knuckles.

"Okay. Um...I accept. Love just scares me is all." I say with a soft smile.

Sebastian then nods, slowly reaching up to hold my face, hesitating before I nod and rest my head in his hands. "Thank you...for this opportunity. I hope I can change how love has made you feel in the past."

[freebooter4ever]

ok i shouldnt be picking on geno's 2000-2010 era photos without laughing at a few of my own...

my under shirts were all black. because i was emo or something. but yes that shirt says something about cute witches and features a pumpkin.

my favorite oversized sweatshirt that i wore everywhere in the seattle winter drizzle. im knitting bc of course.

my other sweatshirt with the school logo because i was one of Those seniors. nuri is in the center - unlike me she grew out of the fandom life though sometimes she reminisces. note my bobbed hair. i hated this haircut but my mom would nag me and tell me how terrible my hair looked long until i cut it. maybe this was her idea of being a mother without actually living with us anymore. I stopped cutting my hair the year i finally was brave enough to cut her off.

another one with nuri. im the bright blue pj bottoms that were 100% silk and i have had since i was very very young and still have to this day, i love those things. my hand looks about ready to tackle my bff there who hated photos so is hiding behind a blanket grandma sewed. note the vhs tapes in the cabinet back there. im so fuckin old.

abby and jelly bean with their 'nut sacks'. im pretty sure every kid our age in america had those jump rope for heart tshirts. rite of passage.

fast forward to 2008 painting the fence at carne*gie, i still have this jacket, i still wear it regularly. i think this is telling me i really should update my wardrobe and stop dressing like its 2010.

if you happened to go to flagstaff hill across from the burgh conservatory sometime in may 2009 and discovered a tree covered in a 10 story tall knitted scarf....i had nothing to do with that

absolutely nothing.

this red coat was My Thing. i was the red coat girl all through college. it was the first 'real' coat i ever bought because would you believe it was actually cold in pittsburgh and i couldnt just wear sweatshirts like i did in seattle. if you know where this photo was taken you also probably grew up very wealthy in connecticut like my college 2007-2009 bff who i used to go home with during the holidays and who i was very much in love with.

i cannot believe i actually left the house while wearing this outfit. and to a concert no less. a fitz and the tan*trums concert at club cafe before the band was popular and Cool. my outfit here probably brought down the general Coolness factor of the concert. I knitted that blue sport weight lace hat which maybe saves it a little. i normally did not get invited to Cool things like concerts so this particular outfit is me Trying Really Hard (and failing). I still have that blue shirt.... i use it for running now.

this attempt at layering was less atrocious than some of the others. i matched the under shirt to my earrings at least. and next to me is my favorite person from college <3 a day after this was taken my mother visited for graduation and forced me to cut my hair into a bob, subsequently ruining all my graduation photos. i also will never know if my mothers appearance at graduation made my dad decide not to come or if he truly just didnt give a shit. i would have rather had my dad there.

[mcondance]

Okay, but like… Hobie doing your hair.

Him trying to tie your braids in lil shapes for his shows.

Or him helping you change the color, you sitting on the couch, hair all floofed and Hobie & you trying to figure out if you wanna do red or blue, and him just rambling about whatever while he does all the lil braids. It’s just a small form of affection.

And I know DAMN well he would be good at it too.

-(my poor want to be a mother throws this one out, Hobie is GREAT with kids a 10/10, if he ever had a kid…fuck man.I can just imagine him sewing lil dresses with lil patches in bright colors with cartoon characters for a daughter, shaping her tiny-fro into lil shapes like cat ears to go with her outfit, ugghhhhhhhh)

But like Hobie that despite his punk nature, LOVES keeping his girl/boys hair healthy, pulling all sorts of shit you ain’t ever heard of before, your kinks & curls SHINY and so fucking healthy, fucker probably does nail shit too, painting your nails (at at least the hand you struggle the most with)

Im a fool for a man that is good with that type of stuff, like yessssssss (that and I feel that he would feel so much pride in fucking you from behind & he ends up pulling the braids & just ends up bragging about how well he did/ just likes the way your hand around his dick looks so much nicer in that shade)

((Side note from my last one HOW DID NO ONE KNOW MAN ALREADY WEARS A FUCKING COLLAR? “It’s a choker it’s a choker” mate, ik damn well he prob walked into a pet store, and grabbed the most badass collar they had and stole it. You can literally see how it’s put on, that ain’t no fucking choker. My black ass says it as I see it. That’s a collar, and ima use it while I ride him ❤︎︎))

~📺

braids 💔 hobie 💔 please 💔 telenon ur mind.. please… THE AFRO IN CAT EARS PLS IM GONNA PULL THE TRIGGER.

and yes. it makes him swell with pride when he sees how good your hair looks. and yes, he picks the colors he thinks look best wrapped around his cock. PET STORE COLLAR PLS i like to think he got it from a bdsm store 🤭 u are so funny telenon “my black ass says it as i see it” HELP?/$/&/

[apollo-gate]

"Shoot I could just imagine someone shouting "HEY BATMAN." everyone would be confused but you would know. " That did happen lmao 😅 multiple times in fact

Okay so what happen was, one day there was a tv crew outside my high school and school just ended. So while I was waiting to go home, the crew was interviewing students. And they came to me and asked if they could interview me. I for some reason couldnt decline them. They just told me to talk about my idol. I looked at my friend and asked her "Who should I talk about?" "Batman, you wont shut up about him" (She was right 😐)

...So yeah, I just talked about why Batman was my idol in my school uniform VERY seriously in the national language. Cause the tv crew was actually from a non-English news station. Lo and behold, some time later my friend sent a link to the new program where my part was showcased. So in the entire news section, there was just kids talking about their parents and how hardworking they were, I was the only 16/17 talking about Batman and how he fights crime 😭 but without context it looks like I'm talking about the cure of cancer or some shit, I dont know why I was so damn serious 💀 I'm not sure what the program was even about lol. So yeah, the news got pretty famous in school cause only around 2/3 people from my school was showcased and I was called Batman for some time after that 😂 Sometimes random people would just yell Batman at me and I have no clue who they are lmao 💀 I had a taste of fame and I'm still chasing that high 😅 it was fun times for sure

Also pls call me by my nicknames, dear author. You have permission, I kinda miss hearing my nickname, I dont hear it as often now. It's also cool how you had like a batman-themed bedroom 😂 I wish I could have something like that but DC stuff would always be expensive in my place. Maybe when I'm working I'll get a batcave themed apartment 🤔Dressing up isn't really common here since costumes were hella expensive too and it's not like we celebrate halloween or anything, though I would love to have a cape and a cowboy hat, I find it neat. But I do have a small pillow with the words Batman hand sewed on it by a friend, thats the only 'batman' thing I have lol.

Also, AAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!! VANESSA FLUFFF!!! *ahem* yes, I love it, especially the one with tired MC. Like damn im squeeling, why is she so cute!!! dancing in the rain, like damn author, you're turning me into a puddle. AAAAAAHH!!! I love her!!! I wanna pick her up and twirl her around! I wanna softly kiss her hands, I want to gently kiss the top of her head!!!❤️she deserves the world, I wanna give her so many kisses and cuddles 🥰 and not only her, Gracie's adorable 😭😭😭 Is one of her ears always floppy and the other one perked up??? Thats so cute, I wanna kiss, hug, and pet her!!! Pls pet her for my sake. Hope your travels has been safe and well so far. Hope your doggo and you had fun in the snow too! Also if you're comfortable, may I pls request another pic of Gracie? 🥺 She's really photogenic ngl 😅 This got really long lol, hope it still entertained you tho 😄

Ohh wow

I’d be a deer in the headlights. I’m an introvert.😅. This is the first time I have interacted with people differently.

But to be in the news would be awesome and your friend deserves a reward. She waited until she saw it one day and said, “V would love to see this.” Haha, I would do the same thing in her shoes. But wow her just saying you should. Oh lord, I would have done it too. Just became a robot. Then afterward like I said that why did I say that. But that's me. I don't like speaking much as my voice is naturally lower. So when I speak louder it's like I'm screaming and that hurts my ears.

I will say DC stuff was always expensive for me too. I did more of save the birthday money and Christmas money and was like I want this. But yeah the Batman theme was great. I always kept a darker theme in my bedroom. And clothes. So maybe that's just me.

Now V you do know that you can dress up now. In the safety of your own home. I have stuff that not even my very very close friends know about. 😁( besides there are other holidays to dress up even if it’s for yourself.)

But I bet you’ll look good in a cowboy hat and a cape. Interesting choice. I’m interested in what you would do. 👀

Now the pillow sewed is adorable that’s something that can be treasured for life. And I’ll encourage you to make your apartment a Batcave theme. That looks awesome. We need to fix this only Batman thing. There must be a way for more Batman stuff V. You can do it. (Unless you are in school or saving money don’t do it. I understand as I’m a student as well.) But birthdays are a day to spoil yourself.

I'm happy you liked the Fluff. Vanessa is different from my other ROs as her personality changes depending on when or how I write her. Like when I first wrote scenes of her after Aspen's death the “Wonderful” Mother showed up. Vanessa was harsh and in a way, I had never seen her as. Well in a way I’ve written her as cold and not feeling anything and that Vanessa. She scared me. Seeing her thoughts in that way was hard.

Now Vanessa would love all the hugs and kisses in the world. Especially with the hell, she’s been through. (All the characters have pain and it’s not on purpose. I let them write themselves at specific times. 🤔 it’s hard to describe.)

Vanessa is in some ways a kid still. Vanessa needed to grow up to survive but she has moments when she’s a little girl again and can be free. After all with her lifespan just barely a dent in it, she has time for it.

Yes, Gracie is very adorable. Her ear was not always like that. I got her before I graduated high school. (You might be older than me. 😅 most of you are so hello 👋.) When my mom brought her home it was more of you always wanted a dog so I got one now that you're older. And Gracie's tail did not go up for 🤔 I think two months. I was staring at her one day and poked near her paw. And then we started playing and it started to wag so fast I was laughing and just happy. I didn’t feel like that in years of the shit I went through with people. Then I think roughly a year later her ear was up. Funny enough it was both but over time it was just one. And it’s up all the time. But If a strange noise or if a dog barks far away both will shoot up, to me she looks like bar ears. Haha yes, I did a comparison to a bat. Gracie loves pets not hugs as much she’ll let you but then will pull away. But if you did meet her she’s more of a pet my butt. Yes, Gracie will turn and shove her butt on you.😆😆 I remember when this girl was talking to me. Gracie pranced and did a surprise butt shove to her.

I don’t mind sharing another. I’ll get a more updated one as my phone likes to make pictures disappear. And the travel has been great V. I drove at night while my mom drive during the day. So school work online and writing for me. Might try drawing again if I don’t hate it. Can do buildings but people not so much.

Here are 2 more.

[sophism84]

Whether we want to admit it or not, wars are fought over oil and money.

Let me repeat WARS ARE FOUGHT BECAUSE OF OIL AND MONEY AND FINITE RESOURCES.

In 2020, we were one message away from losing our vice president whom listened and didn’t get in the car. He didn’t leave the capitol, he stayed. He certified the election, He stayed. He fought. He did not let all that was planned for so long happen. And yes there WERE SO MANY PEOPLE who enabled the insurrection to happen.

IM GOING TO TYPE THIS IN ALL CAPS BECAUSE I DONT THINK YOU UNDERSTAND.

IF PENCE GOT IN THAT CAR THEY WERE GOING TO KILL HIM. LET ME REPREAT, IF MIKE PENCE GOT IN THE CAR/SUV HE WOULDVE BEEN KILLED

Idc what you do today. The only thing I want you to do is think about that. Over and over and over again. Over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over. TRUMP WAS WILLING TO KILL.

Trump knew as Trump says “ omg okay I tried to quote him but then I went to truth social and read his new plan to destroy America in the first little post. “Unleash American energy” “approve Trump tax cuts” I’m just over here like??

Oh you mean the path to destroying the planet?? Wtf

Anyway TRUMP SAYS HE KNEW EVERYTHING WAS GOING TO HAPPEN LOL

Which means he knew if Mike Pence got in the vehicle that he was dead.

And TRUMP DID NOT HAVE A PROBLEM WITH THIS. TRUMP DID NOT HAVE A PROBLEM WITH THIS. TRUMP DID NOT HAVE A PROBLEM KILLING MIKE PENCE FOR PUTIN OR WHOEVER WAS WORKING W HIM.

THAT IS WHO YOU ARE VOTING FOR. THAT IS WHOM YOU ELECTED. THAT IS WHO YOU THINK IS SO COOL CAUSE HE “just got shot in the ear and put his fist up”

WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU ALL DOING????

You wanna know why all this is happening?? Because when I saved you all the first time you didn’t learn the lesson. So welcome to the reality.

Welcome to my world the real world.

Welcome to the evil that lurks over you and tells you it has your best interest at heart!

“I have concepts of a plan”

Bullshit you have a plan and you’ll be dead so why do you care when the planet explodes?? Huh??

He doesn’t care. He’s too old, too evil and too much of a narcissist.

TOXIC MASCULINITY WILL KILL US ALL!

It states in a psalm or proverb, that a bad woman tears down her own home w her own hands.

Funny how men destroy the world and blame women. Because I didn’t make his home life happy so therefore he was upset!

Listen. The next four years are in our hands. Okay?

You with me?? We still have time. We still can do things. We can still get this shit done.

Your pocket book, social media likes, volunteer time ect is all yours.

You might have to move all into one house and work less. But you’ll all be home. You can volunteer and not have to spend as much money on consumerism. Try to make something out of something you already have. Learn to see. Be careful whom you choose to buy your sewing machine. Hopefully there’s still somewhere that fixes old ones.

Listen. WE ARE NOT DONE. THE BATTLE IS STILL GOING! THE BATTLE IS NOT OVER! WE ARE GONNA DO THIS!

I just wanna yell ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED??

To all these like “I can’t wait till the end of the world” people. lol

Listen. You are a force. They don’t want you to know you’re a force because then you will blow them over. And walk on them into your destiny.

My biggest lesson from elementary school.

“You’re only afraid of others being in power because you’re afraid they will treat you as you treated them”

And that’s all it comes down to fear.

We’re afraid of the darkness and all it consumes.

Please child. Don’t let it consume you.

Please just do the best you can. It’s going to be okay, I promise. I would not walk and do all this just for the end to be so near.

That’s not what’s this is about.

This is about coming together, under any weather, any sky, any day and just doing good things.

Things that make us smile, things that make us dance, things that make us sing, all the things.

Anything that makes you feel free.

So how free and safe do you feel under donald trump?

Is it cause “everything is affordable? And magically when he left office and all his policies went into effect/affect, and now you’re mad at Biden?”

For heavens sake read a book.

Just please for all of us.

Stop choosing to be ignorant. Stop choosing this for all of us.

It’s cruel. And inhumane.

donald Trump is old enough to know better.

And still chooses to be whom he has always been and he uses and then throws away his victims.

And he’s going to use you till there’s nothing left and then throw you away.

They don’t care tho, he’s on their side. So why would they care if he’s a felon?? Why would they care if he destroys everything he touches? That’s what they want.

It’s not funny. I don’t want any laughter.

They will laugh all the way to the bank as you cry that you have no baby formula. Because you couldn’t take the time off work to eat, and take care of yourself to make a supply. Or maybe your body just wasn’t able to? It’s not your fault.

The system is broken. The system is so broken.

So let’s rise up and change it.

We can do it! I promise. We are not alone, we all feel the same way. We just wanna be happy with our families and friends. I promise. In the end once you heal, that’s all you want.