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tatsumessy · 2 years ago

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Missed calls - {itoshi sae}

“gosh you’re so fucking annoying. I wanted to call my girlfriend so that I could calm down from the huge amount of stress I’m already under and here you are acting like a nagging clingy psycho.” before any other words could be spoken you hung up the phone placing it on the nightstand.

Sae <3: I’m sorry.

Sae <3: y/n?

1 missed call

5 missed calls

12 missed calls

20 missed calls

hearing your phone ring once again you picked up up furiously screaming into the phone. “WHAT?” you yelled out of character, there was silence before he spoke, “you’re ignoring my calls.” without answering you slammed your phone on the nightstand not before turning on do not disturb.

you and sae had gotten in a pretty heated argument which ultimately ended with you hanging up the phone and ignoring it. he is in the states right now for a tournament so he can’t come to you. usually his sullen, dull, asshole personality would be just fine because that’s what you’re used too but this time he went too far.

he seemed like he didn’t even care. he wasn’t due to come back until next month so you opted to block his number leaving him with his “issues” that he has to deal with. if he thinks you’re clingy, fine. you’ll just go on about your business and leave him to do whatever he wanted. he always acts like he doesn’t want to be in a relationship so why not give him the freedom he’s wanted.

sae the moment those words came out his mouth felt like a dick. you were only worried because he had gotten trashed in an interview and it was shown on tv everywhere. he was frustrated and took it out of you, he knew the choice of words that he spoke was wrong but he said it anyways.

after you hung up on him he decided to wait until the morning to talk to you but his text weren’t going through and his calls weren’t either. “I’m sorry, the number you have dialed-” he tossed his phone on the hotel bed grabbing his head in frustration. his day was already starting horrible, usually you two would call each other in the morning and talk about what you’d do during the day so that you two knew when to call each other later.

two weeks passed and at this point he had called your number at least 40 times a day. any free second he had he would call you or text you, this is the longest you two had ever gone without talking to each other and he was seriously getting worried. getting back to his hotel for the night he laid down on his back holding his phone above his face. his phone was basically stuck on your contact card and that was the only form of you he had besides the endless albums of you in his photos or his rotating lockscreen picture.

he backed out of your contact and went to his brother’s reluctantly pressing the call button and waiting for him to answer. “what?” he spoke and sae was already rolling his eyes at his brother attitude. “can you check on y/n?” rin let out an annoyed sigh and sae could hear shuffling on his end of the phone. “y/n are you okay?” he heard you say yeah in the background confused then he heard more shuffling before rin spoke up again.

“she’s fine.” he was about to hang up but sae needed to ask, “why are you with y/n?” “we have dinner ever sunday together.” before any more questions could be asked rin hung up the phone leaving sae feeling more empty than he already was.

a month passed and now with him coming home he was excited to see you but he needed to win this game before going home to you.

you were sitting in your car outside of the stadium debating on whether or not you wanted to go in. you had never missed any of his home games and you didn’t want to start, you just kept going back to your argument. the night sae called rin, that was the only time he had ever come over to yours and sae’s apartment for dinner. you had spoken to him about what happened and even though him and his brother aren’t really that close he gave you good advice.

“sae is an asshole, that not a secret. he doesn’t think before he speaks and doesn’t think about the damage his words can cause. all I have to say is he has never called me for anything relatively important but he just called me to ask if you were okay. I can’t speak for him, he said what he said and now he’s paying the price for it. only speak to him when you are ready.” he ended with that before leaving.

last night when you unblocked his number all the messages and missed calls that you missed flowed through your phone all at once. tears prickled on your bottoms lash line reading all of his text messages. the last one had you crying yourself to sleep while hugging his pillow.

sae <3: this is the last message I’ll send tonight. tomorrow we’re coming back and I would love to see you. I know you are probably still upset with me and I would be too. I hurt the person I love so bad to the point where we haven’t spoken in a month. I miss you, I love you and if you come to the game and even though I’m we haven’t worked things out, if you wear my jersey tomorrow I’ll know that we’ll be okay. sweet dreams princess i love you.

he was right, you were still pissed but you missed sae, prior to the argument he’d been gone for a month already and that made you miss him so much more. the sheets didn’t smell like him anymore nor did his pillow. you wanted sae back but you weren’t going to make it easy for him. unzipping your jacket you slipped the long sleeve over your head then pulled down the mirror to fix your hair and makeup.

you sat in the VIP section in your normal seat playing on your phone until the game ended. everyone stood up leaving the area while you stayed put, you could see sae being interviewed by someone but because of the distance you couldn’t tell if he was actually paying attention which irked your nerves. he was always so rude to people whenever they interviewed him but went through with them because you asked.

a couple of minutes passed and once almost all the people were gone you noticed sae started to walk towards your direction so you stood up and walked down the steps stopping at the railings that was separating the two of you. “y/n…” he spoke stopping right infront of you, looking at him you kind of glared trying to hide how much you missed him. more silence filled his ears and out of defeat he dropped his head taking a deep breath.

suddenly a small quiet sniffle sounded and he looked back up with tears in his eyes. “I can’t lose you, I fucked up I know I did. if you want to punish me some more then do it but please stop ignoring me I physically can’t do it anymore, I can’t live without you.” standing there you looked at him in shock, he’s never cried before especially over something like this.

“meet me in the tunnel.” “no.” he quickly responded jumping up and climbing over the railing. he landed immediately taking you into his arms, you gasped at his action but ultimately wrapped your arms around him gently rubbing his back. for a quick second you could feel him shaking but you may have been imagining it.

he pulled back keeping his arms wrapped around you so that he could admire what he missed in these two months. “you look gorgeous, I love you princess.”

“I know you do, you and your 1,882 calls” he laughed awkwardly as you pressed a small kiss on his sweaty jawline smiling up at him. “I love you too.”

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prettyboykatsuki · 5 months ago

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literally BEGGING you to elaborate on oliver and his doggirl... trying to be nonchalant and aloof but your tail won't stop fucking wagging and him mocking you for it... HIM GRIPPING IT AND TUGGING A LITTLE IN PRONE BONE...

✮ tags ; hybrid stuff, self indulgent nonsense, hybrid heat, petnames (pup, mutt, girl etc.), petting and praise etc, reader has a sad backstory lol and this became??? crazy soft?? free me from this, mentions of dog fighting and hybrid mills. its v brief

✮ a/n ; this is a little pathetic for me but whatever. also

You're not a stray.

Not exactly.

Oliver isn't exactly looking for a hybrid when he comes to the pound. He's trying to pick up the girl who works there, more specifically. Really you're getting in the way of that - which is why he even meets you in the first place. His failed attempts at picking her up have him following her all around the facility.

You're a recent find - an abandoned and highly intelligent hybrid. You're capable of non-verbal communication and generally speaking independent. But it's rare that people come to look after you since you're well past being cute and cuddly on first glance. You've got visible scars and everything.

You're more mangy, more mutt than puppy and you've got a nasty glare until she comes to greet you. Oliver isn't exactly trying to adopt a hybrid when he meets you, but you lock eyes and he gets the strangest feeling.

You're definitely uncute.

Oliver tries to stay away from all the hybrid stuff. He doesn't even really like pets. But he knows enough about them to know that most people look to take a hybrid home want them to be cute, obedient, and clueless.

From the scars on your face and the general disdain you show him, a warning growl in the low of your throat - he can tell you're none of these things. Fuck you too, really. If Oliver brought a doggirl home, it wouldn't be you anyway.

The girl he's trying to sleep with has nothing but adoring things to say about you. At one point, she's petting you and you're licking against her hand with something he's damn sure is smugness. It's personal after that - driven by petty annoyance Oliver agrees to bring you home.

You definitely understand given the way you protest. You're cagey when he tries to get near you - bitey and difficult. Mean.

The weight of his choice doesn't really hit him until he's home with a doggirl and none of the things necessary to care for you.

Though Oliver is a lot of things, he's not a complete piece of shit. It was mostly a choice made on a whim, but it'd be a lie to say he wasn't drawn to you in some unknowable and nonsensical away from before.

So, Oliver becomes a hybrid owner to a very mean doggirl in the span of a few days.

For the first few months you live together, you do nothing by fight with him. You tear up his furniture, ruin his clothes, growl loudly when he tries to bring girls over and suck up to long-time hook-ups so he can't get rid of you. You spend a lot of time making his life difficult and his life alone. When he's busy from work, all the sitters only have nice things to say about you. Well-behaved, quiet, easy to handle.

It's just him you seem to drive crazy.

You understand every word out of his mouth but pretend otherwise. He spends a lot of time threatening to toss you out onto the street. Worse though, you get a real kick out of pissing him off.

He ends up calling the shelter again after a while goes by with no improvement. He calls with full resolve to send you back to that damn place, but the cute girl picks up the phone.

He doesn't even ask to hear about you. She just starts talking as soon as she hears him.

They ran background through some tags and found you prior in the system. It's a chilling feeling hearing where you used to come from - a fucking hybrid mill to a rich family with no morals - something to do with dog fights. Oliver watches you sleep in the corner of the living room, curled up on the dog bed he bought you that you've always been territorial over.

You've never been able to sleep without fits, but he didn't put together that their may be any reason for it.

He hangs up the phone in the dark that night, too prideful to say sorry - but decides to try and get along with you the best he can afterwards.

There's a weird period of adjustment where Oliver gives up on trying to get you to behave around him. He deals with your messes and growling in nonplussed silence and sometimes amusement, and occasionally feels so guilty about all of it he pets your head when you're asleep. All soft fur and pointed ears and fitful rests.

He feels kind of ridiculous about all of it - but the change in behavior on your end is incredibly noticeable. Eventually you also seem to give up on trying to fight him.

It's tense and not much more than camaraderie at first.

Once you get comfortable, you act like a lot more like a dog than he was expecting. You move your things to sleep by the foot of the bed and greet him when he comes home despite not having any prior interest. You don't get on the couch unless he invites you up, and you wake him up properly to take you on walks and run together. You're an athletic breed and keep-up with him fine.

It's weird, but Oliver finds you to be pleasant company when you're not trying to piss him off. You're intelligent, clever and curious. He starts to find you cute when he starts petting you as soon as he's home from practice. Try as you might to keep up the nonchalant act, you perk up adorably every time. Your tail wags and you you get just a little impatient and Oliver can't help but find it sweet after all you've been through.

He teases you about it every time, and you growl and hiss but still preen under the praise anyways. Times like that you feel more puppy than mutt.

He doesn't know when exactly the lines blur, or when he it becomes so normal to make you curl into bed next to him. When the affection makes him bleed to into a proud enough puppy owner to praise and sometimes spoil you between teases.

He's grown quite fond of you over the last few months.

So, when you spend all night in distress, he find himself honestly worried.

You spend an entire night whimpering before he decides to call in sick for practice and stay with you. But you're avoiding him like the plague, in an entirely different way than you were before. It's a hassle to get you to let him onto the bed without growling. He spent all morning googling symptoms before a forum from years back asks the exact same questions as him.

dude she's probably just in heat. chill out.

The realization dawns on him a little too later as he manages to pull you away from the pillows you're buried in as he sits next to you.

Your face is flush when he finally gets a good look at you. It's clear all at once that you are going through heat. Your gaze is lust addled and embarrassed - when he lays you flat on your stomach, you rut against the air in ashamed groan. You've always been so smart for a hybrid, maybe smart enough to know shame and humiliation better than most.

Most hybrid owners have this taken care of already. Sometimes bringing another hybrid home to take care of it. Oliver though, feels responsible for you - so he decides to be the kind of owner to take care of it himself.

You must know that, just like you know that it'll be painful unless you get some relief.

You look so embarrassed when Oliver glances at you. He doesn't know what it is exactly. "Were you planning on whining like that for your entire heat?"

You make a soft noise in the back of your throat and try to roll away from him in bed. Oliver is quick to catch you though as he lays down beside you. His hands planes around your stomach, laughing against the back your neck as your tail brushes against his shirt. You're squirming. He's never heard you hiccup so much.

"Did you suddenly get shy about needing my help?" He asks, affirmed by the desperate shake in your throat when you whimper. "Take what you need puppy. Go on."

Your eyes go wide. You understand him clear as day. He thinks normally you would nip at him for the smugness in his voice, but you don't. You're docile and uncertain, and your hands shake so terribly that you can barely turn around.

But Oliver is a responsible hybrid owner, no matter how petty. Turns to help you face him while he drags his thumb across your lip - your canines nearly cutting his thumb as he pulls your lips back to the examine them. He takes a long look at you - the ears on your head twitching and your tail wagging with such desperation he can't help but laugh.

"'s good I know something about this, huh girl? C'mere."

He thought he'd feel more put off by all of it - but he doesn't. The difference in how you act is stark and Oliver can't help but find it endearing. You whine and whimper when he kisses you and puts a hand in your shorts. You don't really know how to kiss proper, but Oliver doesn't mind.

You kiss like a puppy, he figures. You lap at the scruff of his cheek and nudge him, your hands settled on his shoulders gripping at him when he plays with your tender clit. You bury your face in his neck and inhale slow.

"You're latched onto me," He hums. You growl without any real threat. "D'ya always get this sweet when you're all wet or is it just the heat talking?"

A soft sound emits when he rubs you nice and slow. There's desperation to your voice, huffing and panting as whine again. "You want my dick, pup? Is that why you keeping whimpering?"

When you pull away to look at Oliver, your eyes are shiny. It's not a face he's seen you make. Your pupils are dilated, drool at the corners of your taut lips - sliding down your feisty canines. He can't help but be surprised. He watches you as you wiggle out of your shorts before turning towards him again, inviting him towards with pure lust and need.

He feels his throat dry up at the gesture. He kind of feels like a freak but it's outweighed by his desire. His voice is weak. "It might hurt if we're not careful."

You huff against his neck and it sounds like saying please. He's more quick to cave to you than he thought.

"Alright, alright - stop growling at me, jeez," He reprimands, though he isn't mad at you. He pulls your leg up, eyes settling between your bodies admiring your cunt in the soft lights. All the hairs shiny and slick from arousal.

He's careful as he's pushing into you. You're right that it was fine - there's less resistance than he's used to. Must be something to do with heats. You mewl against his neck and chest as the tip stretches you, gripping his shoulder as you huff him with need. You like licking him - though you rarely do outside of this. He can't hold back his amusement when your tongue laves over his jaw and all the pointed scruff. Your cheek presses to his as he starts to bottom out.

He pulls back to kiss you as he buries the length of his cock into your tight, wet pussy. You can't help but slobber into his mouth, all messy and dirty. It's so fucking cute. Makes him so hard he's almost ashamed. Almost.

Clinging aside, there's real desperation in the way you seem to need him. When he thinks of how deep you ask for him, he pulls out again much to your dismay - before turning you onto your stomach so you can bury yourself comfortable in the scent of his sheets.

He slips his cock into you against just like that, all the down to the base of his shaft and groans as you clench around him. He can see the drool dampen his pillowcases. The right choice.

He doesn't have much control of his hips after that. Can barely contain himself as your pussy grips onto him for dear life. He's not trying to be mean, really - but for all the shit you like to give him, you're so pliable with his cock in you. Your tail wags and shakes each time he slams his hips and he can't help but tug it. Just to hear you whine some more like a sweet little doggirl ought to.

"Should've done this from the start, huh girl?" He hums it as he bends over you, face close to your pointed ears. "Needy fucking puppycunt needed some attention from it's owner, I get it now. Let's stay on good terms, okay?"

#return to sender #hybrids cw #tw oliver aiku #oliver aiku x reader #THIS IS SOODSFJKDK #bluelock x reader

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yuutasprincess · 1 year ago

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Day 3: Ghost Face

Word Count: 1.4k Warnings: noncon, somnophilia, object insertion, I have never seen a single scream movie

“It’s like that bad horror movie- I’d survive. Trust me”

The phone feels warm against your palm, its battery fully charged but still plugged in. You watch as the device threatens to overheat before finally deciding to unplug it. “If this is real and a killer shows up I think I’d just book it out of here.” a friend's voice, coming through the phone, sounds muffled with anxiety, and her paranoia starts to rub off on you.

Just last week, the two of you had indulged in a cheesy horror movie marathon, featuring a masked killer on a rampage. The title of the film escapes you, but at this moment, it seems trivial. The aftermath of that movie night lingers as you both discuss the unsettling news that's been floating around. It’s been all over your feed, you can't even mindlessly scroll through twitter without seeing it.

The headlines on every channel this Monday morning are abuzz with reports of a serial killer on the loose. The crimes, however, have occurred nowhere near your neighborhood, and none of the victims' names strike you as familiar or foreboding. It's October, for crying out loud—this is the season for attention-seekers and thrill-seekers to emerge. It's just another typical October where the youthful excitement of Halloween slowly fades into the background, overshadowed by the routine of daily life.

You roll over onto your back, your gaze fixating on the open window. The dimly lit street outside is somewhat eerie, as if it’s watching you. “You’ll be fine they’re nowhere near us, and if they do come to kill us don’t even think about leaving without me.” Laughter bubbles through the phone's speaker, a shared exasperation at the absurdity of the notion. The chances of a killer managing to escape the police and make their way to you specifically seems astronomically low.

With a quick exchange of goodnight wishes, you both hang up, but before you finally drift off to sleep, you spend another hour texting back and forth about the timing of it all. Your eyes are burning, and you're already so comfortable in bed, making it almost unbearable to get up and close the window. Whatever, you always sleep with it open. Nothing has ever come in anyway.

Sleep comes easy, your back turned to the open window, and blankets drawn close to your chest. If you were awake now, you'd undoubtedly take back every nonchalant word you spoke earlier.

A masked figure slips through your open first-floor window. The absurdity of the situation strikes them instantly — seriously, an open window? It's almost laughable. For a moment, they merely stand there, their gloved hands gripping the handle of a grimy knife, as they observe the steady rise and fall of your form. They inch closer, continue to watch as you sleep. Pretty girls like you should sleep with their windows tightly shut and doors locked.

The stained edge of the knife glides smoothly across your blanket, tracing the contours of your form. It follows the gentle dip of your covered waist, ascends to your hip, and then descends along your thigh. The thick sheet keeps you warm, but a sudden cold draft seeps in as your head sinks further into your pillow. In one swift motion, they yank the blanket from your form, revealing your Halloween pajama pants and the school sweatshirt you're wearing. Beneath their mask, a sinister smile forms as they take in the sight.

Their fingers delicately trace down your knee, then continue along your shin, the knife now resting lightly at your thigh while their free hand squeezes your ankle. It's a touch just firm enough to elicit a subtle twitch from your foot— you’re a deep sleeper. With firm hands, they grasp your hips and deftly roll you onto your back. The knife spins idly at the waistband of your pajama pants before slipping beneath the fabric and tugging upward, causing it to tear. It's a satisfying, controlled rip, not enough to expose you entirely, but a reminder that they could easily slice those pajamas away if they chose to do so.

You stir slightly, your chin tilting upward, and your lips parting to release a breath. You make a feeble attempt to roll over again, but they swiftly move you back into place. The knife now rests flat on your stomach, their hands gripping your pants to pull at the small tear, causing the sound of ripping seams to fill the room. The tearing continues all the way down to your mound, panties on display as they pull at the newly discovered clothing.

Picking up the knife they hold the blade, rounded handle slipping between your thighs to press against your pussy. They move it up and back down slowly, tracing your labia through your panties until a damp spot can be seen in the dark. Pushing the knife against your entrance the fabric stretches, soaking further as they start to fuck you through your panties.

It’s slow movement at first, barely dipping into your cunt but enough so your underwear rubs your clit until it’s harsh forceful thrusting. Your thighs try to close, eyebrows furrowing as they pant above you, mask amplifying their heavy breathing as they watch your panties stretch against the handle of the knife and sink into your hungry pussy. Free hand moving up to clamp against your mouth when you start to wake.

“Not a word or I’ll shove the other side of my knife in this slutty cunt.” Their voice is raspy, a whisper in the night but so loud in your ear that it sends tremors through your body. You’re disoriented, mind hazy with sleep but rushing to wake up as there’s a burning between your thighs. You groan into his hand, eyes struggling to stay open as the rough material of your underwear scratches your clit with each deep shove of the knife.

Pulling the blade away from your cunt they spin it in their hand, sharp edge at your collar as they rip your shirt clean off you. With a hand still over your mouth they rip up your clothes, pajamas a mess on the floor and panties torn to shreds, “Fuck, look at you.” Forcing your thighs apart they lay the knife between them, “Keep those legs spread or you’ll cut yourself.” Their laugh is sinister, makes your teeth clench as tears gather at the corner of your eyes.

Gloved fingers skim your cunt, arousal sticking to the black fabric and they moan, loud. It feels disgustingly good, body betraying you as they force two fingers into your pussy and curl them up in a ‘come here’ motion. The dark eyes of the mask stare down at you, ghost face holding your gaze as they work another finger into you, forearm twisting so they can roll their thumb over your clit.

You writhe under them, knees trying to close and knife pricking your thigh as a reminder. Their fingers leave you too fast, orgasm ruined as they pick up the blade and line up the handle with your hole, “Let’s see how well this messy cunt can take my favorite knife.” Chuckling deeply they bully the handle into you, air knocked out of your lungs at the stretch. You’re babbling under his hand, tears slipping down the side of your face as you whine.

“If you’re good I’ll give you something bigger before killing you.” Their words make you choke back a cry, back arching as they destroy your insides with the handle of the knife, their hand wrapped around the actual blade as they pull out completely before sinking the whole thing back in. The noise makes your cringe, eyes rolling as you gush around a dirty knife that’s stained with blood.

Pulling their hand from your mouth they push their face to yours, mask obscuring your vision as they shove three fingers down your throat until you're gagging. “Don’t choke now, that mouth of yours has to clean my knife.” You gargle pathetically, eyes clamping shut as you cum around their blade, rough thrusts never ceasing until you're kicking at their hips and trying to slide your body up the bed away from them.

They pull the knife out slowly, your pussy aching at the sudden emptiness. “Lick it clean.” Pulling their fingers away from your tongue and bringing them down to your spent cunt they shove the knife into your gasping mouth. They rub your clit in tight circles while you suck desperately at the cum coated knife, “If you do a good job I might keep you around.” Laughing over your whines, their hands leave you, weapon tossed onto your nightstand as they grip under your knees. “Fuck, I’m going to ruin you.”

That mask is all you see for the rest of the night through watery eyes, that Ghost face.

#I saw the latest one actually #BUT LIKE HALF OF IT #tw: noncon #tw: somnophilia #ghost face x reader #ghost face smut #ghost face x y/n #kinktober

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beababoobies · 9 months ago

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Hey, could you please do an angel dust x emo reader?

I am going to be using NB!reader for this but please do know I’m quite aware Angel is gay! He is canonically gay and I think that’s cool yippers ok lesgo 🙏🙏 by Emo I wasn’t sure exactly what you meant so I went with like an angry moody bitch with a 2000s MySpace Emo sort of aesthetic. If you want something diff feel free to re-request and specify! Thatz it :3 </3 (also Emo community please don’t attack me you guys are so cool I’m scared of you. I know corpse paint is gothic I swear please you guys are so cool).

Corpse Paint

Angel Dusk X Emo!NB!Reader

words : 1k , warning for mentions of sexual trauma!

You had been staying in this fucking hotel for months. Did it suck ass? Yes. Did you kind of maybe despise half the people here? Oh, absolutely. But - free place to crash, and it’s not like you were doing much with your days anyways, so the “rehabilitation” excersizes only got positivity-toxic half the time. Plus, Charlie let you skip out on them. Her little girlfriend didn’t though, so you were usually there dejectedly. Not anything worse than your highschool experience.

But you also had Angel. Anthony. Whatever he let you call him depending on the day. And he was half the reason you stayed here. The amount of times you’ve crawled into bed with him and cried? You hadn’t cared to keep track of anymore. A long day, night - of shooting scenes, and you gently comforted him while he laid tiredly in bed, rubbing his back until he fell asleep. Plus, you liked his pig. You and fat nuggets would hangout whenever he was gone.

You wouldn’t consider your relationship too romantic, but it was unbelievably supportive. You two didn’t really get intimate, due to his work, he didn’t trust anyone he was intimate with. He told you that that could change, but you reassured him over and over that it didn’t ever have to. You were happy gently comforting him. You were happy drinking with him, you were happy to be around him.

That didn’t mean he was completely touch-adverse, though. You exchanged small pecks on the cheeks, held hands - though not publicly, due to some of his fans obsessive behaviours - cuddled up. Charlie had offered to just let you guys share a room, but you had rejected the idea and shut it down pretty quickly. You loved each other very dearly, but sometimes you just needed space.

Today wasn’t one of those days, though. You, head resting in his lap as he scrolled on his phone, your 2000s MySpace mix playing softly in the background as you looking through a new catalogue of Hell’s Most Edgy with a marker, circling anything you liked, Fat Nuggets sleeping soundly at Angel’s feet, snoring loudly. But adorably.

“I have a favor to ask.” Angel mumbled out nervously. He hated asking for anything. Especially from someone he had already asked so much of. But you just nodded silently, circling a new, shiny pair of black platforms, before looking up at him with a small smile. “‘Sup, Webs?” You asked, tilting your head as you sat up properly.

“I - well, Val wants to do this shoot today, but he wants me to do Corpse paint. I don’t know how to do.. that. So I was wondering if you could help me out?” He asks with a nervous smile, only to watch the smile on your face grow wide, nodding excitedly as you hopped quickly off the bed to run to your room to get your makeup, disturbing a now cranky Fat Nuggets, who oinked at Angel before walking over to his bed to fall back to sleep.

You came back into his room, closing the door quietly behind you, box of white cream foundation and a million sticks of eyeliner and other black makeup pencils, along with some dramatic statement lashes and lash glue, sitting down next to him on the bed on your knees, gesturing for him to sit up with his legs out straight. You straddled him softly, opening your box of makeup.

“So, this feels - kind of gross to put on. Gonna survive that?” You ask with a smile, tilting your head as he nodded with a small chuckle. “I’ve had much worse on my face.” He says with a wink and a smile. “I’ll survive.” He says with a shrug as you brush some of his fluff out of his face, starting to paint the thick white foundering over his pale pink fur, watching him awakward my try to avoid eye contact, hands awkwardly shifting, trying not to touch your thighs.

“You can put your hands on my thighs, it’s okay. I’m not going to initiate anything.” You say reassuringly and watch as one of his pairs of hands rest comfortably on your thighs, the other set holding up a mirror so he can see the work you’re doing. You watch him visibly relax slightly. He always is a little paranoid about people trying to be intimate with him - reasonably so - so you make sure to quietly reassure him in these moments.

It takes a couple thick layers of the face paint to get his Angel stamp of approval, in which you go in with black eye-safe eyeliner for his eyes, coating them in black and following the image he used as reference, making streaks of black run from his eyes. You pierced your lips together as you leaned back to admire your work. “It’s missing something.” You mumble quietly, before peeking up and pulling out a pair of white lashes from your kit, and he smiles. You let him apply them himself, and with some white underliner, it looks perfect.

You give him some black lipstick, too, but that’s about the extent of what he wants. You give him your old lipstick too, because you and him both know he’s gonna need some re-applying. You watch as he walks over to the mirror, admiring your work - a job well done you’re sure - when he smiles at his reflection and the giddy way you smile back at him through your own reflection.

He pulls you up into a big hug and you giggle as he picks you up and spins you around, before you get him to put you down, smiling from ear to ear at how happy he looks with himself and the work you’ve done. His phone buzzes and he sighs, kissing you softly on the head before heading out, not even daring to put his famous sunglasses on and ruin your work.

A new memory that’s keeping you sane in these old hotel walls.

#hazbin angel dust #angel dust #angel dust x reader #angel dust x you #hazbin hotel #hellaverse #hazbin charlie #hazbin vaggie #fat nuggets #my fucking beloved

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rrenzwrld · 11 months ago

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sound of my heart III

third part! read second part here

i do kinda liked how it turned out but the ending is free to kinda let you think about how you’d wanna go forward. would you let ony prove his words to you? or would you go ahead and let him go to move onto someone more appreciative? but anyways…enjoy!

[ ony!❤️ ]: hey

once you got a chance to look at your phone, you instantly regretted it when you saw a text from ony. deja and taylor could see your shift in energy and leaned over to see what was causing it.

deja rolled her eyes. “girl, ignore it.” that was easier said that done. you knew you were supposed to ignore his message just like he ignored you, but you also wanted to respond in hopes that he’d explain himself.

“you know she’s not gonna do that…” taylor said.

“maybe i should just see what he has to say.” you opened the message but just began staring at it. deja smiled slyly at you.

“can i do i—“

“no.” you snapped. you sat there and thought about what to say until you realized that you’d rather get an explanation from him vocally instead of through text. “should i facetime or call him?” you turned to deja and taylor.

“call him. so he won’t know we’re here.” you nodded before texting him and telling him to call you. deja turned down the music playing in the car as the phone rang throughout.

“yo.” deja rolled her eyes and fake gagged.

“yeah. why you text me?” you weren’t gonna waste anymore time.

“i missed you.”

“i couldn’t tell. you haven’t texted me in weeks, ony.”

“i know, i’m sorry. i just…i don’t know.”

“you still never told me who she was.” deja and taylor were silently exciting themselves in the background, proud of you for standing your ground.

“i thought you forgot about that—“

“oh so there was another bitch?”

“just somebody who bought from connie but he told me to give the shit to her because he had something to do so i did.”

“so why did you smell like her that day? and why couldn’t you be honest back then?”

“she was hugging all up on me but i had to push her off cause she was doin too much. and i never told you that because i knew you’d be on some shit.”

“on some shit because i don’t want my man to smell like other girls? i loved you ony and the last thing i would’ve wanted was to think you’d cheat on me! why’d you let me go on thinking that—“

“i’m sorry, y/n.”

“and then you go weeks without talking to me, having me think i did something wrong and making excuses for you.”

“y/n—“

“you’ve never listened to me before so i don’t even know why i wasted my time that day. i should’ve just let you think you can go and do whatever like you used to doing.” you were getting mad now if you weren’t already and could feel your throat knotting up.

“i love you, y/n. y’know that?”

“do i? because i thought love was reassuring and you haven’t given that to me.”

“i can’t read your fuckin mind. if you don’t tell me—“

“i shouldn’t have to tell you anything! i don’t ask you for shit, ony. nothing but to know and be shown that you love me and what do i get? ignored for weeks? got me overthinking and shit.”

“i’m sorry.”

“is that all you have to say?”

“i never meant to hurt you, truthfully.”

“so why did you?”

“i should’ve paid attention to you and what you needed from me more, and i’m sorry for that. i was negligent and i really wanna promise you that it’ll never happen again.” ony’s words were luring you in but you weren’t sure if you should’ve surrendered.

“thank you.”

“we good?” you didn’t know that yet.

“i don’t know…”

“i understand completely…i do wanna see you though.”

“too bad, bye ony.” and with that, you hung up. not even anticipating what he was gonna say next. you were no longer gonna let him think he can say what he should do without actually taking initiative to carry out those actions. hearing him say it was nice but you had to see it to believe it.

“sooo you not gonna ask him about him being on that bitch’s phone in chipotle?” deja questioned.

you shrugged. “nope.”

#aot #aot x reader #black reader #aot x black reader #aot onyankopon #onyankopon x black y/n #ony x black reader

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gennyanydots · 2 years ago

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Forced to go to the strip club

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x spitfire!wife

Part of the “Spitfire Universe”

Not necessary to read the other parts but helpful.

Summary: It’s Bob’s bachelor party and their babysitter cannot handle them. Reinforcements must be called in. Reinforcements are sleepy.

“Hello?” You say as you answer the phone sleepily. Who the fuck would be calling at this time? What time was it anyway? You went to bed way later than normal and you feel like you were pretty asleep so it’s got to at least be 2 in the morning or something.

“Is this Mrs. Hangman?” A male voice, that you don’t recognize, on the other line asks. You laugh at that. You didn’t realize when you married Jake you were actually gaining two new names instead of one. You were expecting Jake to be the one calling since his name came up on your phone when you looked for half a second before answering. Whoever this is must have gotten a hold of Jake’s phone somehow.

“Yes, this is she,” you say with a yawn.

“Hi, umm, this is Bob’s cousin. I was the designated babysitter tonight and umm I was told well uhhhh,” the man trails off, clearly trying to figure out how to describe whatever is happening to you.

“You were told what?” You ask. Tonight was Bob’s bachelor party. You figured that the squad would be getting into some sort of shenanigans, hence the need for a babysitter. You specifically didn’t ask any questions. You didn’t want to know. You also didn’t want to have to answer questions when you went out for the bachelorette party tomorrow night. So you knew literally nothing about what your husband and his friends were doing. Bob’s wife to be had come over along with Natasha and the three of you spent the evening watching trashy tv shows together while painting your nails and doing face masks to look your best for the tomorrow night. A girls night in before the girls night out. Plus, someone had to stay home with Eli and Radar. Jake’s on kids duty tomorrow.

The three of you ended up going to bed around midnight, way past your normal bedtime. Natasha passed out first on your couch before you lead Bob’s girl upstairs to the guest bedroom. Usually you try to go to bed at the same time as your son, you feel like you should have tonight since you knew he’d be up at 5 just like normal, only you would be the one getting up with him instead of Jake. You were not looking forward to that. Damn your husband for his early morning runs. You wish you would have taken Penny up on her offer to watch Eli tonight for you so you could have a stress free night in and a nice morning to sleep in tomorrow so you’re well rested for the fun.

“ Umm, you see, Bob told me earlier that if I uhh couldn’t umm,” the man trails off again. How long does this man expect this conversation to last? You have sleeping to do and you’re moving past being annoyed straight into being pissed off at this man.

You roll your eyes and huff, “Give the phone to Rooster.” You figure Bob’s cousin wouldn’t know who Bradley was if you used his real name. Bradley’s the easiest to distinguish from everyone else. Easy to spot.

“I don’t remember which one that is,” the man replies. Of course he didn’t. That would have been too easy for you.

You sigh, why did it have to be your husband doing something dumb, “Hawaiian shirt.”

“He’s drunk.” At a bachelor party? Shocking. You would have never guessed. You’re gonna lose it on this man. You really are.

“Yeah, I’m sure he is. He’ll at least tell me what’s going on without pussyfooting around so please hand the phone to the very tall man with a mustache wearing the obnoxious shirt before I start yelling at you and wake up my baby,” you say, very quickly losing your patience.

“Yes ma’am,” he says before you hear the background noise get louder until you hear Bradley say, “Why are you handing me a phone? I have my phone. It’s not mine!” to Bob’s cousin and then some mumbling.

Finally you hear Bradley say, “Hello?”

“Bradley,” you say.

“Hey! Hangman’s been talking about you! Hey Hangman! It’s your wife! Hi hangman’s wife. How are you? We miss you!” Bradley says, all a little too loudly.

You laugh, “Hi Bradley. I’m good. How are you? Miss you too.”

“I’m so good. I’m having so much fun. Not as much fun as your husband though.”

“How much fun is he having?” You ask.

“So much fun,” Bradley says laughing.

You roll your eyes, at least you’re getting farther than you had with Bob’s cousin. Bradley is at least answering you, “What’s he doing? Where are you guys?”

“He’s dancing on the stripper pole! Very badly. He’s bad at this. I’m sorry your husband can’t dance. I’ll teach him if you want. I’m surprised Coyote’s best friend is this bad at dancing,” Bradley says. You’re starting to hear a slur to his voice.

“It’s okay. He’s usually better when he’s not drunk like that,” you explain.

“He’s really, really drunk, me too, but he’s like bad really drunk. If he spins much more he’s gonna throw up. Gross. I don’t want to see that. We should have someone come get him,” Bradley says then you hear him gasp, “I should call his wife! She’ll come get him.”

You shake your head as you listen to him and wonder exactly how much alcohol is in his system, “I’ll come get him.”

“Oh my God did I call you with my mind?! I don’t remember calling you! I’m magic! I knew it!” Bradley says, excitedly.

“Sure Bradley, you’re magic. I need you to text me where you are so I can come get him, okay?” You ask.

“Okay. I gotta use my phone. This isn’t my phone. I don’t even know whose it is. The background is you and your son. Weird. That’s creepy. Honey, I think you have a stalker. I’ll protect you. Don’t worry. Nobody will get you or Eli on my watch. Uncle Rooster will protect you both!”

“My hero,” you say and yawn again. “Okay, Bradley take out your phone.”

You hear shuffling and then hear, “Okay. Done.”

“Good job. Now I need you to share your location with me.”

You hear a few taps then receive a notification from his phone then hear, “Boom! Crushed it!”

You laugh then smile, “Perfect. You did so good, Bradley. So proud. I’ll see you soon, okay? Don’t leave, none of you, until I get there. That poor man Bob put in charge did not sound like he had you all under control. Lord knows you’re all a handful and a half. Bye Bradley.”

“Bye bye!”

You hang up and stretch your arms over your head. This isn’t what you wanted to be doing. You wanted to sleep. You don’t want to go to a strip club to corral a group of drunk men, including your husband, and get them all to leave. This wasn’t your job. You weren’t on Dagger duty, and yet, here you were pulling on a pair of sweatpants and throwing on a sweatshirt to get in the car. Why wasn’t Pete babysitting? Unless he’s also there and drunk off his ass. Or maybe he’s sick of them after being with them all week and instead stayed home for some peace and quiet. Smart man.

You tiptoe into the guest bedroom and quickly but quietly wake the soon to be Mrs. Floyd to let her know what was happening. You couldn’t see well in the dark but you’re sure she rolled her eyes at the situation then held her hand out for the baby monitor. Thank goodness for friends who get it. You handed it to her with a quiet, “Thanks, I’ll be back soon! Hopefully.” before you quietly went down the stairs and slipped your feet into some flip flops.

You just grabbed your keys and wallet and stuck them in your hoodie pocket along with your phone. It felt weird not taking a diaper bag with you for once. You quietly went into your garage and open the door to get your car out. You really hope the noise doesn’t wake up Eli or Natasha who had still been snoring on the couch. You grab some water bottles from the garage fridge and toss them onto the front passenger seat as you get in your car and soon you’re on your way to the strip club. Thankfully it was only about 15 minutes from your house so it doesn’t take long for you to get there.

You park your car and climb out then head to the door. The bouncer looks at you funny but doesn’t question you as you hand him your ID. He checks it and hands it back as he tells you to have fun. You roll your eyes. Does it look like you’re there to have fun? You’re pretty sure your hair is a mess and you might even have pillow marks on your face still. If anything he probably thought you were some jealous wife coming down here in a blaze of fury but that’s not the case at all. You have no problem with strip clubs. You couldn’t care less that your husband is here. These women and some men potentially are just doing their job. Your only problem is you’re here when you want to be fast asleep. You’re pretty sure if the guys don’t immediately listen to you that the party is over that you’re going to have a full on temper tantrum. You’ve watched your toddler have enough of them so you’re basically an expert.

You look around and don’t find anyone who looks familiar. You spot a waitress and quickly walk over to her and ask where a bachelor party might be. She points you towards the VIP room and you thank her before heading in that direction.

There’s another bouncer in front of the door who stops you before you can enter and you just sigh, “Listen, you close in like a half an hour. It’s probably going to take me that long to round up all those guys in there and convince them it’s time to go home. Do you want to deal with their drunk asses and it take you three times as long for you to get them to listen or do you want me to do it and I’ll have them outta here in no time? Because if you want to then by all means go ahead. I’ll go back home and go back to sleep. My son is going to be up in like three hours. If you don’t want to then I’m gonna need you to let me through so I can collect them. I promise you I know them all. This is Robert Floyd’s bachelor party.”

The bouncer nods and holds the door open for you, “Yes ma’am. I apologize ma’am.”

You nod at him and walk in to a mess. There are guys everywhere. A couple you don’t know. One very scared looking man by the small bar. You assume that’s Bob’s cousin. You head over to the bartender, completely ignoring Bob’s cousin, and ask them to turn the room’s music off which they do as you stand on a chair you find. Once the musics off, immediately you hear a bunch of groans and hey’s and you roll your eyes. Whiny babies.

“Hey!” You yell to get their attention.

They all turn to look at you and you take the site in. Bob has a bra hanging from his neck and lipstick kisses on his cheek, you quickly take out your phone and snap a couple shots of that. Bradley’s Hawaiian shirt is inside out. Your husband is holding onto a stripper pole leaning backwards, couple pictures of that one too. Javy was getting a lap dance but the stripper stopped when you yelled, picture of that. Mickey was on Rueben’s back for some very odd reason, picture of that one. Logan and Billy were seated on a couch, double fisting some beers. And both Brigham and Neil have their heads down at the bar and you took a picture of that too. The men you don’t know were all scattered about amongst the others. You honestly expected worse but it didn’t sound like Bob’s cousin could handle anything worse.

When the men all see you there are excited shouts.

“Hangman! That’s your wife!”

“Baby!”

“Mom’s here!” (That one made you roll your eyes but you’re not surprised)

“Oh no! We got caught!”

“I know you!” (Yes Logan, you two have met many times.)

You shake your head at the lot of them.

You put a single finger to your lips until they all quiet down, “Okay, here’s what’s going to happen. We’re going to do this step by step.”

The men all nod at you. Good. You didn’t feel like dealing with any defiant little assholes.

“First! Whatever dollar bills you brought with you for tonight need to be given to the nice ladies who took their clothes off for you. And you’re going to thank them for their time. Bob give back the bra.”

Bob immediately blushed bright red and the men all proceeded to follow your directions, even making sure to thank them. One man walked up to you and held his money out and you shook your head, “Not me you dumbass.” You pointed him towards one of the strippers and sighed, these guys are going to have to make it up to you. You’re taking an extra long nap tomorrow and someone had been watch your son. You feel something around your waist and look down to see your husband has wrapped his arms around you.

“Good job, now number two, you’re going to all cash out at the bar. Get your cards back. We’re not leaving our credit cards here. Make sure you tip,” you say gesturing to the bar.

Jake reluctantly lets you go before following your directions. This step takes them all a while and you end up sitting down on the chair until the bartender gives you a thumbs up and Jake is back to standing as close to you as he possibly can.

You stand back up and your husband wraps his arms back around you, “Okay third step, look around you for trash. If there are cups take them to the bar-“

The bartender interrupts you, “We can handle that. Don’t worry. It’s our job.” You shoot him a glare and he immediately holds his hands up in surrender and says sorry.

“- Like I was saying, if there are cups take them to the bar. If there’s trash there’s a trash can in the corner. We aren’t leaving this place a mess.”

The men all get to work quickly and it doesn’t take long before everything is picked up and vaguely looking clean. To get Jake to listen this time you had to push him off you and point at some trash before he sighed and picked it up and threw it away then returned to his spot.

“Fourth step, make sure you have your wallet, phone, and keys and/or anything else you brought with you. Like a sweatshirt or a hat.”

Everyone immediately starts patting their pockets and nodding. You tap Jake’s shoulder to get him to let go then sit back down and turn to Bob’s cousin, “What was the plan for afterwards. Are they going somewhere? Is there a way to get them to wherever?”

Bob’s cousin shrugged, “We rented a limo to get here and I think the plan was to Uber back to wherever you were staying for the night.”

You shake your head at him, “You think or you know? You’re the worst babysitter. You should know the plan.”

Bob’s cousin hangs his head and apologizes.

You look around before finding Bob and quickly yell his name, gesturing for him to come over to you.

“Hi, Mzzz Hangman. Whass zup?” He says slurring this words.

“What are you doing after this?” You ask.

He scrunches his face for a minute or so before going, “Oh! Theresssa limo to take us to tha hotel and then we go to sleep and then brunch and then more sleep at homes.”

You laugh listening to him, “Thanks. Knew I could count on you.”

Bob beams at the praise.

You stand back up, once again Jake holds onto your legs, “Fifth step, nicely walk out to the limo and get in to go back to the hotel. Mr. Competent over here,” you point to Bob’s cousin, “Will give you further instructions when you accomplish that. I better get a good report for him or I’m gonna be mad at you all!”

That ones followed by most of the men saying a quick, “Yes ma’am.” before they started their journey to the parking lot.

You stop at the little bar and leave Bob’s phone number with them in case anything gets left behind.

You follow after the others and stop at the limo to make sure they’re all accounted for, which they are, except one. You look over at your car and see Jake leaning against it with his hands in his pockets.

You turn to Bob’s cousin, “Do not lose them. Have them drink water. Get them straight to their rooms. They should all pass out. I’m taking mine with me so you have one less. You’re lucky.” You turn to the others, “Be good! I want a good report saying you were on your best behavior!” You’re answered with a bunch of giggles as you pat the top of the limo and shut the door.

You unlock your car and watch Jake scramble into the passenger seat. You laugh and walk over, getting into the driver seat, “Did you think I wouldn’t let you come home?”

He shook his head and pouts, “I don’t wanna play with my friends anymore. I want my wife. I want to sleep in my own bed. I want my puppy. I want my baby.”

You laugh and lean over to kiss his cheek, “My poor, sweet husband, forced to go out and spend time with his friends. Didn’t have any fun. Definitely didn’t enjoy getting drunk and seeing mostly naked women.”

His mouth breaks out into a goofy grin, “That was nice but I would much rather see you mostly naked because then I could just make you the rest of the way naked.”

You laugh and shake your head, “Okay, let’s go home. If you want your baby so much you can get up with him.”

Jake perks up, “I can?! I miss him! We’re gonna play so much!”

“You say that now. When he wakes up in two and a half hours you’re going to be so sleepy,” you say as you start the car and start driving home.

Jake shrugs, “Worth it. I’m sleeping with the baby monitor. I’m getting up with my baby. I don’t care what sleepy Jake says. I promise I’m getting up.”

And surprisingly that’s exactly what sleepy Jake did in three hours when your son woke up. How nice of him to sleep in a half hour.

The bachelorette party

#jake hangman seresin x reader #hangman x reader #spitfire universe #jake hangman x female reader #jake seresin x f!reader

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thornsent · 1 year ago

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YOUTUBE EXODUS MASTERPOST

fuck youtube and fuck their anti-ad blocker policy. aside from advertisements being a capitalist nuisance where we are the actual product being sold, ads which contain flashing lights or otherwise triggering material can and do harm people, and youtube's decision to ban ad blockers will impact these folks the most. here I'm gonna talk about what I use to mitigate this bullshit!!!

DESKTOP - FREETUBE

Ublock and Youtube are basically in an arms race right now, and the instability and inconsistency of FF working with ad blockers isn't great. Today, I can't watch anything on desktop, it's totally blocked for me as long as I'm logged into my account.

I would recommend switching to Freetube, which is a client for youtube that runs on your computer, ad-free. You're able to import your subscriptions and search history, and a proper playlist function is in the works.

In order to export this stuff for Freetube, you'll need to log in to youtube and click on your icon. In the list that pops up, click "In order to export this stuff for Freetube, you'll need to log in to youtube and click on your icon. In the list that pops up, click "Your data in Youtube".

From here, click on "Download Youtube data" on the dashboard card. You might have to click "see more" for this option.

This is where we get particular. First, hit the button that says "All youtube data included"

In the list that pops up, deselect everything except for history, subscriptions, and playlists. Then click okay, which will return you to that ^ page above. You then need to click "multiple formats", scroll down to history, and change the format to JSON.

Once you've done that, you can click "next step" and decide if you'd like for the data to be emailed to you or put in your dropbox or whatever. all the files will be in a .zip folder, so extract them somewhere convenient, and if you plan on using Newpipe for your mobile device, KEEP THAT .ZIP FILE!

Once you've installed Freetube, go to settings -> data settings and import your subs. the file for this will be nested in a folder named "subscriptions" in the .zip file you extracted. Do the same thing with importing your history, but make sure to select the file that's named watch_history. importing playlists is not yet a feature for freetube, but I recommend downloading yours anyway.

From there, you're free to watch desktop Youtube, addless as God intended.

MOBILE - NEWPIPE

I've used newpipe for years now, and it's a game changer. You can download as audio or video files, play in the background with your phone locked, and still have your subs and playlists. it's lightweight and has a great UI.

The great thing about importing your subs and other info to Newpipe is that it's less fiddly. Go to your subs, and then tap the three dots in the right upper corner. Then tap import from, and select Youtube. Select the .zip file from earlier (you saved it, right?) and it should import all your stuff. If this doesn't work, Newpipe provides instructions on alternative ways to import your subs/playlists/etc on-screen.

Don't subject yourself to advertisements. You deserve better. Get Freetube, Get Newpipe, and if other people have suggestions, feel free to add it to this post!

#youtube #ad blocker

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changingplumbob · 5 months ago

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New Goth: Chapter 4, Part 6

James practices his dad skills with some uncle time.

CW: Low Level sim spice. Content Warning Guide

To wind down from the social worker interview James decides to see if any of the fishing crew are free for the afternoon. He looks in the lake opposite his house while he waits for them to show up. Nothing too tricky in there, maybe he could catch something for Alexander to cook.

Harvey: Adoption eh

James: Yeah. Ophelia and I didn’t have kids but, I want to leave behind someone I’ve raised

Harvey: I can get that. I’m the same, keep hoping mine will announce impending grandfather-hood

James: The young do things in their own time

Harvey: I guess, when I think of being in my twenties it feels like lifetimes ago

James: I know what you mean

James: Where is your son anyway

Harvey: He said something about needing the internet. I thought the internet was what we had on our phones

James: No I think that’s wifi

Bob: That’s data actually

James: *sighs* I don’t know, technology keeps changing. Now fishing, that’s something that has remained the same

The group murmur in agreement as they enjoy the moment of peace.

James: Hello girls

Savannah: Good afternoon Uncle James

Mercedes: Hi Uncle James

James: What are you two doing here

Savannah: Papa had to go into the lab today for work so mama told us to get the bus here after school

Mercedes: She doesn’t think we’re old enough to look after Viola and nana says the three of us are a handful for her

James: I’m afraid I agree with your mama, come on in

Savannah: I’m going to go find Milton. Try and show him a proper doll story

James: How about you Mercedes? You like math right? Care to play some chess

While James and Mercedes face off on the chess board Savannah and Milton play with the dollhouse.

Savannah: I didn’t realise you can wear bear suits to your school

Milton: I can wear whatever

Savannah: I wish that was us

Mercedes: Having unicorns (uniforms) can be fun

James: And why is that

Mercedes: *grins mischievously* The teachers have trouble telling us apart

James: Fancy that

Savannah: Well our main teacher can tell but not the other ones

Rahul swings by to pick the twins up as Alexander gets home and heads for the kitchen. He’s considering what to cook when Milton comes to find him.

Milton: Can I help with dinner

Alexander: Sure. I just need to figure out what to make

James: Make some Poke bowls, I caught some fresh fish today

Alexander: Okay, meal is set. Milton grab the stool so you can reach the counter

Milton drags over the step and is at a proper height to work on the counter. Alexander provides help here and there but since he’s preparing his own ingredients it’s mainly James who makes sure Milton doesn’t get his paws dirty.

James: Mrs Ali said she’ll accompany her here for dinner tomorrow

Milton: Is she trialling us or are we trialling her

Alexander: Both I imagine, sweets?

James: Yes. It’s a chance for us to make sure we don’t clash with her, and it’s a chance for her to meet us before agreeing to stay

Milton: Did the social worker say what she’s like

James: I imagine she’ll keep us on our toes, but she’s not mean, I made sure

Alexander: Why don’t you think about what you want to ask her tomorrow Milton? Then you'll have some stuff prepared

Milton seems pleased at this idea, although it is hard to judge his feelings in the bear suit. Following dinner for humans and cats James makes sure to fit in snuggle time with his furbabies.

After making sure Milton gets to sleep James finds Alexander in their office finishing the day's work column.

Alexander: She’ll keep us on our toes will she

James: Mrs Ali did say she can be competitive for attention, and tricks gullible people, but we can handle that. When I tell you her background you'll understand

Alexander: You have faith in my abilities to handle her?

James: Yes I do. You’re sharp, you’ll see through fictions I imagine, and you’ll have me. If there’s something I can spot it’s a lying teenager

Alexander: I'm finished here so... care to go and pretend we’re still lying teenagers

James: And what would we be lying about

Alexander: My level of experience? And our relationship status

James: *laughs* Do you need me to teach you again

Alexander: What can I say? I’m just a boy in love with my tutor

Yeah... they go woohoo.

With an important dinner coming up Hamlet and Gertrude get some cute new threads. Hamlet opts for a tidy sweater while Gertrude gets a fancy dress that she’s happy to sleep in. Milton pats Hamlet before heading off for school, Alexander assures James he won’t work late and eventually James starts to vacuum the mansion. He wants to make a good impression on Ariadne, can’t have her thinking she’d be living in a pigsty. Or that he would expect her to clean like some sort of Cinderella character.

Of course as a retiree James can spend a large chunk of his day living my dream, snuggling cats. He also likes programming and from chats with Joey feels like he should try to teach himself. There are a few online courses but Joey emailed copies of his old coursework for James to get a ground level understanding of coding. Both cats stay near despite Gertrude being aloof, she’s James companion so she likes to keep an eye on him.

Milton: Hey Uncle James

James: Hey kiddo, how was school

Milton: Not bad. Reynaldo and I discussed voidcritters for most of lunch

James: Do you want to invite him over after school some day

Milton: Maybe. Hey do you know math as well as volcano stuff

James: Of course. What seems to be the problem

Milton: Times tables. I know the tens but my teacher said I need to start on the fives

James: Don’t worry, we can work on it together, we have time before our dinner guests arrive

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yourstarstruckbeloved · 5 days ago

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i. the beginning of the end

5 pm. you take a hearty stretch and lean backwards in your office chair to catch a glimpse of the orange sun that peeks through the window next to your cubicle. the city bustles below you, and you yawn as you shut the lid of your laptop and carefully place it in your bag. headphones on before you even step foot out the door, you make your way to the railway station as quickly as you can. you’re just in time for the next train, so you hurry up the stairs, slightly out of breath when you get to the platform. you murmur a thanks to the officer at the door of the train and grab onto the railings. a small chime resounds in your pocket and you pull your phone out. it’s a message from kazuha. actually, five.

kazu <3: [1 attachment] kazu <3: i met this cat on the way back from work! her name is mei :) kazu <3: have you left work yet? kazu <3: could you please swing by the grocery store real quick on your way back? i was going to make dinner, but noticed that we ran out of salt kazu <3: i hope you haven’t troubled yourself to do it, i just found the reserve!! a nice dinner awaits you 😁

you can feel your heart doing backflips in your ribcage and you can’t seem to stop the grin that erupts on your face. you type in a quick i just left work! <3 and hold your phone close to your heart. it’s been over four years, and kazuha still makes you feel the same butterflies that you did when you first started dating.

the sky looks beautiful today, you remark to yourself as you step out of the train at your station. it is littered with stars and the moon shines bright. some of the stars break out into lines, disappearing in the darkness. meteors. something about the scene felt off, but you just couldn’t put a finger to why it felt that way.

you decide to stop by the grocery store anyway, and sift through the aisles for those snacks that your boyfriend loved. your eyes wander to the television screen mounted to the wall as the cashier billed your items. but before you can make sense of anything that’s on display, it is your time to pay up and leave.

“welcome back!” kazuha’s ears catch the faint sound of the door unlocking all the way from the kitchen, and he turns down the flame so he could come out to greet you. you set the grocery bag down and wrap your arms around him in a hug. “i missed you.”

“so did i, my love. i’m making your favourite for dinner!” he presses a quick kiss to your forehead and frees himself from your grip, eliciting a little whine from you. “i got you,” you bring the carrybag into the kitchen and drop it onto the counter. “those fish snacks you really like.” kazuha’s back is turned to you, but you swear you can hear his smile through his words of gratitude. his hair is tied up into a bun, red streak hanging freely to the side. you wish you could freeze this moment in time (and you do so by whipping out your phone and clicking a picture really quickly). you can’t help it, he just looks so pretty like this.

in the next five minutes, dinner gets ready and you get to work flicking through the channels on your television, looking for something to watch. truly the hardest part of dinner. you pause from flicking through for a minute, and begin to lazily scroll through your phone. whatever happens to be playing on the TV turns into background noise to your ears, until you look up for just a second and catch the flashing headline on the bottom: ‘is the universe dying?’

it’s probably not true, you think to yourself, but decide to humour the newsreporter anyway. scientists at NASA have learnt that the universe is expanding at a very accelerated rate! they don’t know why, but the value of the cosmological constant has been increasing exponentially over the past weeks. this brings us to a theory popularly known as the heat death of the universe—

this has got to be a prank. you switch away.

the next news channel that you land on, also is going on about the same thing. and so are all the others that you move through. “interesting,” you mumble.

“what is?” kazuha emerges from the kitchen, casserole in his hands. he carefully places it down onto the coffee table and takes a place next to you on the couch. suddenly, everything feels so very real to you. the slow breeze wafting in through the window, the aroma of the blend of spices in the casserole right in front of you. the man at your side, snaking a hand around your waist and pulling you closer. “can you believe everyone thinks the universe is going to end soon?”

kazuha’s hands are on your head now, gentle motions through your hair. “well, it’s not going to matter all that much, is it?” and you realise that he’s right. you would still be right here, with your lover, until the earth either burns up or freezes over, and that is all that matters to you, you realise. the night falls as the two of you sing together in the kitchen while scrubbing away at the dishes.

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systematicallycapricious · 1 month ago

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Arbitrary plurality resources post for the year

I noticed that a lot of the 'system tracking' resources out there focus heavily on "who's fronting and for how long in a day" rather than "who's generally active in a day". It's seriously been bugging me, especially since non-fronting and rarely-fronting system members are an established plurality experience! So after looking at other people's recommendations of the former for the umpteenth time, in my frustration, I just started looking through clerical apps on my phone for something, anything that could potentially be repurposed for system tracking.

Low and behold, ICloud Numbers has a handy-dandy auto-graphing feature, as well as an easy-to-use checkbox feature. Salvation at last! So in case anyone else might be in similar straits, I decided to make this post about it to show the set-up I drafted up.

Theoretically, other spreadsheet software could do something similar, or one could finagle it via a mishmash of methods. There might even be dedicated graphing software out there too, for all I know. (I didn't really research it. This one worked for me, after all. xP) So feel free to use whatever works best for you, if you make your own.

Also, a quick note: I'm unsure of how well this would work for a larger system. If any folks interested in this for larger systems are reading, this is your fair warning that this might not be best suited to you. But please, feel free to read through anyways and see if I'm wrong, or if you can find a way to adapt anything here to your needs!

Anyways, that said, screenshots and explanations of things:

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Blank Monthly Template

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The blank template version of the spreadsheet, because it's so much easier to just copy and paste this than create a whole new spreadsheet page every time.

Going in order of the features...

First off, the color scheme and layout. You can change the colors of the cell backgrounds, all of the text, any shapes you add (like lines), and the page background to any color you like. You can also position elements pretty much anywhere on the sheet that you like. (Personally, I like to keep the spreadsheet in the upper-left because it's faster to access when it's the default loading position of a page.)

Next, the title text elements. Honestly? You don't really need to put anything there if you don't want to. It was just kind of there already with the basic 'school attendance sheet' template I started this from, so I kept it.

If you intend to set it up like I have it, though: “SysName” is for your system (or subsystem, or group of system members') name, though you could use your body name or a specific member's name or whatever-have-you, too.

“Any& can tick boxes at day's end” is a reminder or regulation thing, I guess? I intended it to remind headmates that the job didn't have to fall to just a specific person, and also to invite them to mark their own activity down if they'd like. If other systems have rules on who can and can't do what, though, then maybe it could be helpful to note that here?

The 'one asterisk for P.M.S., two asterisks for period' thing I added because it seemed like it might be useful to the systems that experience it, given hormones can affect mood, dealing with blood or pain can incur various negative reactions, it can involve sensory issues for those with sensory differences, people who don't track days passing very well might be helped by a record of their cycle, etc. For plurals who don't experience it, or who have other things that might be helpful to track like this, you could probably modulate or remove it from your own version?

“Attendance Sheet — Month 20[blank]” is a title to denote the purpose, as well as what month it's specifically for. If you create a different spreadsheet file (not page) for each year, though, you might not need to label the year on the sheets themselves? The file title could suffice in that case.

“Important life context” is to help give future-you context on what was going on in that month, as life happenings can affect who in your collective is active and when. You can pretty much put whatever you find useful here, but make sure to only limit it to what goes on within that month. (Happenings can still span over multiple months, though; just make sure to note it down on all months that it's applicable to.) Also, if you needed more than 3 bullet points for this, you could change the location of the text element to somewhere with more space.

The “Date” column is for every day in the month. I personally keep all 31 rows for dates on the spreadsheet, even in months with less than 31 days, as it's easier to just change the absent days to “N/A” than it is to adjust the spreadsheet template every month. As for the blank cell in the date column... I believe I had to separate it from the “Total” row beneath it due to it messing with something to do with the auto-graphing? But I honestly don't remember, so maybe try to combine that with the row below it in your version.

The “Total Active Per Day” column adds up the total number of checkmarks in the row that each cell inhabits. Thus, basically tallying how many people in the collective are active each day. I added this metric because I was curious about how many of the total member count were active at a given time, and if that fluctuated at different times of the year, or in different circumstances. It can also be a useful insight to how active the system is when life changes occur, like if your physical health is greater or lesser, if you're starting a new medication, etc., so you can see concrete information that doesn't rely on your own internal memory of time or events.

All the columns labeled “Headmate A” and “HM B through S” are for you to put headmate names, monikers, emojis, etc. in. If you don't know who someone is yet, but have evidence or a feeling that someone is there, you can also use temporary monikers such as “Unknown chores-person” or “Rando 1” or whatever works for you. Just make sure you keep their spot in the spreadsheet if you ever update their column header; that way your data stays more consistent and easier to track!

Also, just in general, I don't recommend messing with the places you put system members' columns, as that can make it more difficult to find who is where at a glance. If you need to add someone in the middle of the sheet, make sure to apply that change to your template sheet and your yearly summary!

As for why the headmate names recur in the middle of the spreadsheet's rows... I have trouble visually tracking what column is which when I can't see the headers, so splicing them into the middle of the month fixed that for me. If you don't need such a thing, you can feel free to remove it! It's not necessary for any of the cell coding.

Also related to the headmate columns is the “Max Days Integer” column. This is here specifically for graphing purposes, as things like the bar graphs like to auto-adjust to the highest number input into them, which can make them harder to read. This will have every day in that month checkmarked as to create a benchmark integer.

Lastly, the “Total” row is for tallying-up how many days out of the month that a single system member was active for. The cells are coded to add +1 for each checkmark in the column they inhabit – so make sure you don't accidentally check-off more boxes than there are days in that month!

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Filled Monthly Example

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This is a filled example of the monthly template! I tried to emulate believable patterns of activity, but I have no clue if I hit the mark, haha. Anyways, this should give you an example of how one of these looks like when used.

Also included in this example are example graphs! You can graph things however you find most useful, but I'll go over the ones I've used here. (Also, note that ICloud Numbers can't currently copy and paste graph templates, so you'll have to set them up anew every time you create a sheet. However, you can open the spreadsheet in two browser tabs at once and just copy and paste the various data-settings onto your new graphs, so long as you remember what cells you specifically linked them to, so that can help preserve uniformity at least.)

First off, the “Days Active” graph. This uses the data from the “Total” row to visually show you what each system member's activity was for that month. To create it, I selected only the cells in the columns labeled with headmates' names, not the whole row, as the blank space from the “Total Active Per Day” row might mess up the graph. (I don't remember specifically.) I also set the “major steps” to be “8”, a multiple of 40, so the data would be easier to read in relation to the days of the month. You can mess around with it and see what's easiest for you to comprehend, though!

Next, the “Total Active Per Day” graph. As you might be able to see by the empty “Date” and “N/A” entries, this reads the entire “Total Active Per Day” column from the spreadsheet and not just specific cells. This graph compares the numbers of total activity across all of the days in the month, and contrasts them against the total number of members in your collective (which you'd input in the cell that intersects the “HM-Total” row and “Total Active Per Day” column).

The T.A.P.D. graph has a major steps number of “10” and a minor steps number of “1”. I'd try to adjust the major steps number to be a multiple of your system's member count, as that way it should be easier to read.

Lastly, the “Activity Frequency” graph. This one also uses the “Total” row for set-up the same way the “Days Active” graph does, but for this one you exclude the Max Days Integer, as this graph is supposed to show you what percentage of the month one headmate was active for compared to the rest of the system. This one admittedly gets harder to read at smaller formatting sizes, as the thinner wedges lose and displace labels, but is also a pain if you make it too big on the page, especially when viewing from smaller screens.

As for the placement of the graphs, you can put them wherever you want on the sheet. I just put them below the spreadsheet, as I find it easier to scroll directly down than the full horizontal length of the spreadsheet.

(Also quick note regarding ICloud Numbers: as far as I know, graphs can only pull data from one spreadsheet at a time, and only from spreadsheets on the same page. So all of your system members will have to be put on the same sheet if you want them all to be on the same graph.)

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Yearly Summary, Filled Example

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And for our final page, we have the spreadsheet and graphs where you input all the data from the monthly spreadsheets to create a comprehensive, easy-to-review overview of the year. The formatting is pretty much the same as the monthly templates; you just reduce the date rows to '12' for labeling the 12 months in the year and fill the “Max Days Integer” column with the total number of days in each month for that calendar year. (Which means that you'll need to make sure to account for leap years!) Also, the guideline changes to 'adding numbers at the start of each month', and the title of the sheet changes to “Total Number of Active Days — 20[blank]”.

Basically, you update this spreadsheet every time you fill a full monthly spreadsheet. I find that doing it at the start of every new month is the easiest, since the idea of filling out the entire year at once seems too daunting, and this way I get to see the graphs update incrementally instead of having to wait a whole year. But you can do it in whatever way works best for you!

Also, you may notice that there's no “important life context” text element on this sheet. Personally, I think that reviewing that in each individual month would be more informative for me, but if you'd find it useful to have that here, then go for it!

As for the graphs...

The “Total Days Active” is set up the same as the “Days Active” from the monthly spreadsheets, just with 16 major steps instead of 8. It functions the same too; you're just seeing all of the single-month versions of this graph combined into one!

Again, the “Total Activity Frequency (Days)” graph is set up the same as the monthly version, and shows the combination of all of the single-month versions in its data. Pretty cool to see who was around the most and least in a year, in my opinion!

The “Monthly Activity (Individuals)” is specifically an “interactive graph”. This lets you flip through multiple data-sets while using a smaller amount of page space! To set it up like this, you want to create a cell-selection spanning your first headmate's “January” cell all the way to your last headmate's “December” cell, leaving out the “Max Days Integer” cells. The major steps is still set to 8 in this graph, as this graph compares one headmate's number of active days for each month in the year.

The “Total Active Per Month” graph is set up the same as it's monthly counterpart. The only thing is that you now have to do “the total number of members in your system” multiplied by “31” (that being the highest possible number of days in the month) in order to get the benchmark integer for “if every single member of your system was active every single day in a single month”.

This is probably something that would reach ridiculously high numbers for those with higher system counts – after all, it's already at “589” with this example count of “19”. So while it gives an interesting view of the data... it probably could be done in a less clunky way, lol.

And finally, this behemoth of a graph, another thing that probably doesn't work great at larger system counts, haha. You create this the same way as the “Monthly Activity (Individuals)” graph, but including the “Total Active Per Day” and “Max Days Integer” columns as well. Also, the major steps for this graph are 20, not 8. This graph basically lets you see the same data as the 'Individuals' version, but all at once, and with the ability to compare a single headmate's activity against the collective headmate activity for each month.

You could probably get away with using the 'Individuals' version alone if you wanted to; I just personally find it fun to be able to see them all at once.

...Also, evidently there's a column header typo of “Total Active Per Day” rather than “Total Active Per Month” on this spreadsheet that affects its entry on this graph. Oops!

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Additional Notes

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And that's a wrap! A very... lengthy... wrap... Lol.

Anyways, for 5 quick additional notes:

1: In hindsight, there should probably be a checkbox column for “Too unclear to tell” or “Bad communication”, as that in and of itself would be valuable data to track. So that could be appended to the start or end of the spreadsheet, perhaps?

2: You can put comments on individual cells in the spreadsheet. So if you want to put more nuanced detail on why or what system members were doing in a day, or note down on a 'date' cell what events were transpiring that day, then that's a thing you could do! Or if you wanted to use it to track plans you have for the month, you could also do that, in theory, though I'm not sure how useful that'd be given that comments aren't immediately visible like the cells' data is.

3: You can password-protect spreadsheet files in ICloud Numbers. It gives you the option to set unique passwords for each file, doesn't stop you from using the same password on multiple files, and has the option to set password hints if you need them. So if you'd find that helpful and not a hindrance, then that's an option!

4: I also drafted a version of this set-up to have two spreadsheets in a single month: one for 'active'-presence and one for 'passive'-presence. I did this while I was trying to combine a fronting-tracker with an activity-tracker, as fronting-trackers do still have their merits.

If you want to set something like that up, you basically have to duplicate everything on the monthly sheets to another section of a single month's sheet (or make a separate page for the same month if you want), and then either duplicate the contents of the yearly summary on the same page (not recommended; it gets long) or split the data up into 2 separate pages.

5: Aside from that, writers and character-creators who want to make super-intricate histories for their plural characters could probably adapt this to their purposes too. You'd just have to adjust the calendar to whatever calendar your setting uses, and anything else to whatever would be more useful for fictional purposes.

And that's it! Happy spreadsheeting, y'all!

#Capri's Plurality Resources #Capri's Writing Resources #multi x multi = multiplicity #ID in alt text #(first time ID'ing images... fair warning)#(If any of the alt text needs improvement please let me know!))#(It's a longer post because there were a lot of details to cover haha))#(This should probably be in the general plural community tags...)#(...But admittedly; throwing my hat into that ring seems a bit...daunting.)#(It's still fine to share this post with other people though! I made this to be a resource for others to use after all.))#(Also if you make any alterations to the set-up feel free to share so others can try it out!))

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kittykittyanon · 8 months ago

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if i knew you irl (please just delete this if it makes you uncomfy 😣)

We would go to cat cafes

I like cats, you like cats. It makes sense

But also the cat cafe is a bookstore bc I go to this bookstore cafe with this cute lil cat named Cedric but that's all the way in NC (not where I live)

So we would pick out a book to read together, something silly that would make us laugh

And we would have lots of sweet treats and hot chocolates while we read the book out loud in silly voices

We would also be snuggling with the cute cats, two teenage girls giggling in the corner if a cafe over a cheesy romance book

imagining we both live in a city, we would go on walks all the time tbh

Holding hands/p (if ur cool with that) to make sure we don't get lost and giggling about stuff that's happened to us recently

also looking around at the pretty landscapes all the trees and buildings and just being in awe of the world around us

Bonus points if we are looking at christmas decorations

BONUS BONUS points if we play this game; we take turns spotting people and giving then life stories. Like we just come up with what they are doing, how they are feeling.

Also we have some sort if hot chocolate or lemonade or some sort of drink that matches rhe vibes of our walks

I imagine these walks are sort of weekly. We don't walk far just a little bit to catch up with each other

UAJAVSJAVKAVSBDJOSVSOSVSIOSVDODVIDBDODVDIDVEIE OMIGOSHHHH OMIGOSH OMIGOSH!!! (≧▽≦) (≧▽≦) (≧▽≦) (≧▽≦) AMORIA AMI AMIMI!! HAVE I EVER TOLD YOU HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU /P OMIGOSH AMORIA OMIGOSH. 💥💥💥💥💥💥 ((side note: i love it when you ambush me with silly asks like this,, i like the reminder you think of me :3 and i think of you too!!!))

more hcs under the cut!! <33

first of all, Yes. to everything on this list.

i walk like an absolute DRUNKARD,, and i mean when i get comfortable i never walk straight and i'm always walking in a sort of zigzag pattern,,, i feel like you'd laugh at how silly i walk and then i'd start laughing cause you're laughing and in the end we'd both be cackling and stumbling down the pavement together (≧▽≦)

OMIGOSH I LOVE HANDHOLDING!!! or just any sort of physical affection (as long as you're comfortable with it) !!! when i get comfy with someone,, it's very common for me to sort of. drape myself over them (*ﾉ∀`*)

if you're comfy with it and you want to,, i feel like we'd scoot our chairs as close as possible and be having our shoulders touching with a cat chilling across our laps,, us holding a book and trying to laugh as quietly as possible in the back of the cafe.

we'd share earphones/earbuds!! 100% we'd do the little thingy where i put one in my ear and you put one in yours and we'd have a mix of both our favorite playlists on low volume while we walk,, kinda like background music!! low enough for us to hear eachother but high enough to be audible.

i'm actually a rollerblader!! ...not a very good one, but a rollerblader nonetheless!! i'd definitely take you skating in our free time when we have energy for it, and i'd throw protective gear at you 'cause i'm scared of us falling LMAO

... yeah, no — we'd end up falling anyway LSNOABSOSVSISKECSHSJSHHSHSH

but we'd be laughing the whole time anyway so it's okay (*ﾉ∀`*)

during sleepovers, i'd bring a big stash of snacks and candy carefully picked out to your taste and mine, we'd watch coraline or any other movies!!

and then late at night, when it's time to sleep,, i'd give you my plushies so we could go to bed holding soft objects :3

if you stayed up i'd randomly wake up at like 3:45 am to spout the randomest shit only to fall right back asleep a few minutes later.

"did... *hiccup, giggle* did you know that whale sharks are filter feeders... an'... an' they eat plankton..." "... 😰"

i have curly hair so i sleep in bonnets and spend a lot of time in the mirror scrunching in gel and fixing my hair, i feel like you'd sit on the bed on your phone or something as i do it and we'd talk about whatever, breaking into snickers and giggles several times cause we're sprinkling in jokes to make eachother laugh.

assuming we don't go to the same school cause of the weekly walks to catch up with eachother,, i'd probably surprise you in the morning by knocking on your door with a big grin and your favorite snack, ready to walk you to school if i had a day off when you didn't. (if you're chill with it of course!!)

overall, you'd be a friend i cherish dearly. (and you are!!) (๑˘︶˘๑)

i'm a very big gift-giver but a very big broke dummy so you'd get attempted intricate paper flowers and handwritten letters, handfuls of stickers and little trinkets that made me think of you!!

i'd draw a chibi version of you and me doing silly activities together and put them with the rest of my gifts to you,, i'd also maybe draw a leo or two with a chad face and hide it somewhere in one of them HEHEHEE

#kittykitty asks #kittykitty writes #new tag!!#the loveliest amor!!

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iamstevessmile · 2 years ago

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Forever Valentine

Mon-El of Daxum

Summary: Fluff, light romance, supergirl characters

AURORA’S POV

“Mon-El.” I whisper sleepily, keeping my eyes closed as I shuffle over toward the warmth as it’s slowly been drawn away from me.

“Right here.” I sigh contently when I hear his response, resting my head back onto his chest as I feel my eyes getting heavier once again. “Go back to sleep, sleeping beauty.”

A small smile makes its way onto my lips at the nickname, and I hum slightly in response, possibly incoherent as I let myself fall back asleep, the warmth once again taking over.

MON-EL’S POV

I smile down at the girl laying against me, her head on my chest as I hear her soft, gentle breaths while she sleeps.

How did I manage to get so Lucky?

Sitting still, not wanting to disturb her once again, I lay there, bringing my free arm up to her head and letting my hand gently run through her hair.

The sound of my phone ringing cuts into the silence, and I immediately cringe, not wanting to disturb Aurora anymore than I already had.

As I’m about to reach for my phone, her left arm moves up to my chest, her hand gripping onto my shirt and tugging slightly as if she was holding on for her life.

Sighing, I place my hand over where hers was gripping my shirt, hoping to ease whatever was running through her mind as I grab my phone off the bedside table.

“Hello?” I whisper groggily into the speaker.

“Mon-El! Buddy!” Winn’s voice travels across the phone. “Why do you sound like you just woke up?”

“Well Winn, because I practically just did.”

“Oh, shit, sorry man.” He huffs lightly on the other end of the line.

“No problem. Is everything alright?” I ask, keeping my voice down.

“Yes, well no.”

“Details Winn.”

“Right, yes, okay. So I know it’s the day of love and all that Jazz and technically you were given off for the day, but J’onn needs you to come in.” I shut my eyes for a moment, thinking over his words before speaking.

“Any clue what it’s about?”

“Something about some alien from Daxum? Does that sound like a possibility?”

“At this point Winn, I wouldn’t even question if you told me you were an alien too.”

“Unfortunately, I’m not. Though it would be cool to have some sort of powers, and a cool background story.” He rambles on, making me chuckle softly. “Yeah anyways, when can you get here?”

“I just need to get out of bed, give me ten minutes, fifteen at max.”

“Okay, see you soon man.” With that, I hang up the call, sighing as I look down at Aurora.

“‘M sorry gorgeous, I’ll be back soon.” I unclasp her hand from my shirt, pulling back and sliding a cushion into my spot to replace where I was laying.

I quickly move around the room and into bathroom, getting ready as quickly and quietly as possible before walking back into my room.

I walk back over to the bed, leaning down to place a kiss on Aurora’s forehead before leaving the room and making my way over to the DEO’s headquarters.

- - -

“Okay, I’m here!” I announce, landing on the porch as I make my way down the steps and towards the mainframe of computers.

“Woah, that was quick.” Winn spins around in his chair to face me.

“Part of the job man, is it not?”

“Yeah, sorry about making you leave Aurora by the way.” His eyes flash with sympathy and I just shake my head slowly.

“She’s still sleeping, hopefully I’ll be back before she’s up, but don’t sweat it okay?”

“Noted. No sweating it.” I can’t help but laugh at his words. “Wanna quick brief before the others show up?”

“Hit me.”

With that, he spins his chair back round, his fingers flying over the keys, and in a matter of seconds, an imagine is being displayed on the main screen.

“That’s a-“

“A Xyled.”

“You’re familiar with it?”

“Yeah, they used to attack quite a lot, back on Daxum.”

“Mon-El, thanks for coming in.” At the sound of the voice, I turn away from the screen and walk over to the platform table in the middle of the room.

“Always here to help J’onn, you know that.”

“Kara was able to identify that this creature was from Daxum, but that’s about it.” I turn to look over at her, seeing her nod in agreement to J’onn’s words.

“I only ever heard of them from my parents, I suppose having the expert here is our best bet at getting more information.” She smiles at me, and I nod in understanding.

“What can you tell us about this Xyled creature?” J’onn asks, leaning forward against the platform.

“They’re known for their violence, they do not care what they destroy or who they hurt, they just want to do whatever they aim to do.”

“Oh, we’ll that’s just great.” Kara perks up sarcastically, making me chuckle. “Talk about a Valentine’s Day gift.”

“They used to lead constant attacks against the Royal Family back on Daxum.”

“So what are they doing here?” One of the agents pipes up.

“They must have survived after the Daxamite invasion. Probably been in hiding somewhere, waiting to attack.”

“Has it attacked yet?”

“Yep, about three hours ago at Queen’s park, another an hour ago at the Royal Mandarin, center of national city.” Winn recites, looking down at his tablet.

“That’s no coincidence. Mon-El, you said something about them attacking the Royal Family?”

“That was their goal. Ultimate destruction of the monarchy I suppose.”

“It’s attacking places that it could possibly find some type of Royalty.”

I watch as Winn pulls up a video of the attack on the screen, watching the Xyled rampage through a park, scaring tons of innocent people.

“Not some type, it’s hunting me.” I say breathlessly, hearing the alien shout my name in it’s language right before it runs away. “It just called me out.”

“You can speak their language?” Kara asks curiously, getting a nod in response.

“Yeah, my parents forced me to learn a lot of languages when I was younger. Guess they did something right.” I shrug, leaning my forearms against the platform. “So what’s the plan?”

“I think maybe you should sit this one out Mon-El.” Alex speaks up, and I immediately disagree.

“No, she’s right. If the creature is hunting you, you should stay as far away as possible.” Kara says, agreeing with her sister.

“That’s not what heroes do. You taught me that.” I stare back at her, watching her intently, until she gives in and nods.

“They do have a point though.” Winn speaks up, and I release a sigh. “Maybe it’s best if you go back home and stay with Aurora.”

“If I don’t go out there and stop this thing, it’s only going to come find me and I can never risk it hurting Aurora. We have to capture it, and I have an idea.”

“Go ahead.” J’onn nods his head, encouraging me to share the plan.

“I’ll go in as bait, then you guys come in as backup once I’ve cornered it.”

“Mon-El, are you sure this is a good idea? You said they were extremely violent.” Alex pipes up, being the voice of logic for all of us.

“I can handle it, besides, I have you guys incase anything goes wrong.”

———

“NOW ALEX!” I Shout, watching as she stuns the alien with a net, allowing J’onn to run up and cuff it in DEO hand cuffs.

“Choi ulo senot.

NEM-OR KLYUMSOKLYMSO EH JUZAN“

They’re coming.

MON-EL PRINCE OF DAXUM

A shiver runs down my spine as the creature whispers sharply at me.

They?

“Good job Mon-El.” J’onn says, walking up to pat me on the shoulder. “Now, I heard there’s a certain someone waiting for you back home.”

A smile spreads across my face at the thought of finally being able to go home to my girl.

“There is, thanks for the back-up J’onn. Call me if there are any more violent aliens on the loose.”

——

I finally make my way back into my apartment, unlocking the door to find Aurora wrapped up in a blanket on the couch, with a book resting in her lap.

Her head snaps up at the sound of the door clicking behind me, and my heart races as her eyes flash with relief when they meet my own.

“Hi there sleeping beauty.” I smile softly, making my way over to the couch. “How’d you sleep?”

“Hi handsome.” I see her lips pout slightly, making my heart pang with guilt, yet I know it was unintentional. “You weren’t there when I woke up.”

“I know gorgeous, I’m sorry, duty called.” I speak softly, moving over to crouch down in front of where she sat on the couch. “I hope you can forgive me.”

“You’re back with me and safe, so that’s all I can really ask for.” My heart swells at her words and I smile at her.

I hold up the bouquet of lilac roses I had picked up along the way back, watching her eyes light up with adoration at the sight of them.

“Mon-El!” She tosses her book aside, wrapping her arms around my neck as she pulls me into a hug. “They’re so beautiful, thank you.”

“I’m glad you like them Aurora.” I whisper softly, pulling back until my lips were hovering just above hers.

“More than.” She takes initiative, moving her face forward until our lips collided, moving perfectly against one another.

“Happy Valentine’s Day Sleeping Beauty.”

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oldsargasso · 3 months ago

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4 Minutes ep 2 thoughts

stream of conscious thoughts under the cut

the ATMOSPHERE!!! the LIGHTING. perfect. don't remember who anyone is or what they look like so no idea who that is. not the best way to kill a man but I understand the need for brutality sometimes

I am kissing the camerawork on the head and tucking it into bed I love it SO much.

I love the way this actress delivers her lines with such believable weariness/exhaustion. she's at the end of her rope and you can feel it.

oohhh that LOOK still gets me. Great holding onto the papers slightly too long, he's useless just like us :)

hospital staff are powered by gossip so this scene is perfect. bisexual Tyme is canon and beautiful.

genuine question: should we recognise any of these people?

22% battery??? at 8.45AM god Great is a MESS.

okay so his school buddy is the dick from the previous scene. I like his dangly earring.

omg he killed her didn't he!! this is why you shouldn't date men

turquoise lockers was a bold choice but I love it

if I could eat cinematography I would be doing that rn. that noise in the background is 10/10. more flashes or just remembering?

GREAT HAS A LAVA LAMP 💀

"I have something fun for you to help with" at 11pm? girl that is not the way

Great was NOT concerned enough about his friend locking his girlfriend away for my liking. but I do enjoy that he's sometimes terrible.

let bible say fuck! 😔

I wanna live in tv world where being knocked unconscious for a while doesn't have any permnanent consequences

a bar fight? show us that please

is it a lighthouse? in the opening scene I thought like a guard tower. anyway the moving light works so well I want every scene lit like this

my one criticism…that's not the right noise for bashing someone's head in with a rock.

wow they're both terrible at punching you love to see it

omg Great's face. a poor little meow meow for SURE

that might be the most superfluous hood ever. the black scrubs are a Look imo

!! a little primping!! THE SHIRT TUCK. Bee clocked him immediately. this is gonna fuel night shift for hours (powered by gossip!) try a power pose Tyme my guy. the dude has a headwound he may see two of you

okAY. is this standard procedure mr doctor

omg the funky music. I need to consume the whole soundtrack immediately

Great is sooo useless I love him

why wouldn't you just say you saw his name on the chart Tyme my god

this nurse...my love…marry me

that pause was Tyme evaluating if Great's hot enough to combat the crazy

if he's dead does someone know where View (?) is and can free her!!

this is a stunning indictement of whoever processed the crime scene originally

god we're definitely supposed to recognise some of these dudes aren't we 😬 sorry your brother (?) died, whoever you are

well whatever cop has dead guy's phone knows who did it by now Great

oh thank god great got View out

the ticking clock as the soundtrack to this fight…chef's kiss

WAIT I THOUGHT HE WAS A HALLUCINATION WHO IS DEAD what is HAPPENING. has the good doctor being doing a little light stalking perhaps

Tyme's actor is the king of micro expressions. love the progression from "damn I should've been nice" to "well if he isn't going to be nice…"

smooth mr doctor smooth. although I thought he was gonna go for "just to be safe I'll walk you home"

also I'm just saying next episode Great should have serious bruIsing on his neck

oh no…such a shame….no online gambling….

ohhh it was THIS guy. okay. not showing us who the picture is I see! (idk if there's a guy missing that we've seen before or what because I can't remember anyone except the two leads) brutal. dump that guy! although I thought it was gonna be this guy involved in hacking the gambling sites idk

that shot through the wine glass omgggg. wasn't really paying attention to what else happened in this scene because I'm too busy psychically willing this woman to marry me

TYME with the secret business OKAY. so excited to see how this plays out!! I'm hoping ep 3 kick starts the plot a bit more

#oldsargasso watches 4 minutes #4 minutes

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jargonautical · 5 months ago

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Somewhere To Be / A chapter at a time

Night owls

“IT’S NEARLY MIDNIGHT, kiddo. Shouldn’t you be in bed?”

Evie rolls her eyes at the chiding tone - as if that ever worked, honestly! From the very beginning, even in the early stages of settling in and being on her best behaviour, even back then she’d treated direct orders as suggestions, and suggestions as no more than background noise.

“Don’t change the subject! Pops said you’d been to the specialist today?”

“Ach, same old nonsense.” David, usually Mister Sunshine himself, sounds uncharacteristically grumpy. “I have to cut out sugar and fat and alcohol and all the things that make life worth bloody living … he said I should join a gym, for crying out loud!”

“It’ll do you good!”, Roger’s voice echoes from the kitchen.

“The hell it will!” David’s voice briefly goes distant as he holds the phone away from his face to yell back at his husband. “I bet you’d love to see me jumping around on a treadmill, eh? At my age! One broken hip and it’s all over.”

“Dad, you had a heart attack.” she says sternly. “Most people aren’t lucky enough to come back from those. Do I need to come home and make sure you’re behaving?”

“No, of course not.” he says hastily. He’s every bit as invested in her career as she is. The idea she might abandon her biggest project to date just to fly back to Aberdeen on his account horrifies him. “What is it now, couple more weeks before you’re due for a visit?”

“Four and a bit.” she corrects him. “Angie's coming up too with the baby. But I can fly back tomorrow if I hear you’re running Pops ragged.”

“You know I wouldn’t really.” David sighs. “Silly old fool’s all I’ve got.”

“Oh? And what about your favourite daughter?” The mock-outrage in her voice sends him off into a gurgle of laughter, echoed by the impish grin at her end. “That's better. You be good now, and I'll see you soon.”

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THE THING ABOUT taking an interest in a mudsider - claimed or otherwise - is that while you’re free to neglect or ignore them as suits you, you do tend to find yourself watching out for them in a wider sense. Like – oh, purely for example - shielding them from the influences and actions of others of your kind. The uncomfortable implications of Smidur’s interest in Evie have been parading through Mainder’s mind for hours now despite his best efforts to ignore them. It’s not that that’s making it impossible for him to sleep, but it is making his wakefulness far less pleasant. Sometime after midnight he abandons the attempt and goes to track down whatever it is that’s making him so on edge. Perhaps the walk will resolve his complex emotions on the other matter, who knows.

With his old friend back in the vicinity he knows that at least part of it is the distinct energy, long absent, that signals the presence of more of his kind. But even that’s not it, or not wholly. There’s something more. It may be benign, others like him and the smith drawn to the spot when they disturbed the earth over the Fold, but it’s not a feeling he can dismiss unexamined. This is his place, his charge. He needs to know.

A walk down and along the seafront gives him a fine view of the moon riding high over the water, something he’d normally stop to appreciate, but the sense of urgency only grows. Something is out of phase, but not here. Two other possibilities remain; the girl, and the Fold.

Approaching the museum he can see nothing out of order. Nothing obvious, anyway. The coaxing dark between the ancient trees is devoid of any sign of the Path, meaning energy levels are still just where they should be. A bulky figure in the distance paces a slow circuit around the perimeter of the lawn, using a torch to light their way and to shine in dark corners, and when they reach the back of the building they stop and check their watch. Darkness fades their bright green vest to a vague grey, but that along with the clipboard in their hand clearly identifies them as official site security making their scheduled rounds.

He doesn’t expect them to be able to pick up on whatever it is that’s keeping him from his bed, but their very presence is a reassurance. He can leave it to them to raise the alarm if need be. Besides if he tries to get any closer the alarm they raise will be on his account, some stranger dressed all in black sneaking into the museum in the small hours of the morning. He’d rather not get embroiled in that, even with his official pass to hand to smooth out any little misunderstandings.

That only leaves Evie. He skirts the house and turns into the lane behind, letting himself through the rusted gate at the end to pick up the footpath through the woods.

The skin on the back of his neck instantly prickles, telling him that it’s somehow at once both the right and the wrong direction, like there’s more than one thing going on here. He dithers momentarily and resolves to check the museum again first thing in the morning. For now he continues the steady climb up the gently sloping track, keeping to the shadows.

The footpath takes him in a vague zigzag between back gardens and meadows, an ancient trail that nobody has ever tried to annexe for the meagre few feet of lawn it would give them. Being untouched for so long has made it a haven for the wildlife too, from the owls calling to each other from the woods beyond to the irritable rustle of a badger asserting his right of way through a hedge. He himself doesn’t disturb them, his quiet footsteps barely rustling in the overgrown grass of the path. It’s a soothing route, perfect for thinking through whatever’s on his mind at the time and no need to watch his steps after so many years coming this way.

The transition from narrow track to woodland to well-kept arboretum is so gradual that he finds himself standing at the edge of the hotel’s immaculate back lawn almost before he realises it. Nothing is wrong here either, as far as he can sense. Not a thing. The hotel is mostly sleeping, only a scattered handful of bedroom windows glowing with the overspill from bedside lamps or late-night TV and otherwise absent of any sign of activity. He makes a conscientious circuit of the shadow-filled back lawn nonetheless, stopping and turning full circle at every corner as if calibrating a compass.

He comes at last to the south-east corner behind the ballroom restaurant, long since closed for the night, dark and deserted inside with the chairs stacked up on the tables for easier sweeping. Someone is still up though, a lone figure huddled in a wicker chair out on the terrace. Fairy lights strung from the parasol above them cast a soft glow over the tableau. A wine bottle and a single glass sit beside them on the table, both half full, and they themselves are almost hidden by the high back of the chair and the soft blanket in the hotel’s signature blue pulled around their shoulders.

“Shouldn’t you be in bed?” he calls, stepping out from the shadows.

Evie turns, startled, but the surprise fades to welcome instantly. “Shouldn’t you?” she counters.

He laughs, holding up a hand to acknowledge the hit. “I couldn’t sleep. Thought I’d go for a walk.”

“Same, except for the walking part.” She picks up her glass, indicating the bottle in the process. “I decided I might as well come down and finish this.”

He helps himself to the neighbouring chair, settling himself comfortably and staring out across the silvered lawn. The moon, fully risen now, casts pools of black shadow under every shrub and lamppost alongside the drive.

“So, why can’t you sleep? Something going on?” Perhaps it’s only his imagination that she seems faintly troubled.

“Oh, there’s always something going on – but no, no particular reason. Sometimes I think I’m just actually nocturnal. Everywhere’s different by night, like - like you own the space. Like anything’s possible.” She takes a thoughtful sip of her wine. “That sounds stupid, doesn’t it.”

“Not at all. It’s, what do they call it, liminal.”

She nods, approving the word choice, and twists to reach the bottle for a refill. “If I’d known you were coming I’d have brought down another glass.”

He waves off the offer. “Don’t worry about it. What are you drinking there, anyway?”

She peers at the label. “Shiraz, I think - no, that was earlier. This is the Malbec.”

“Two bottles in one night?” His eyebrows go up in not entirely fake concern. “Are you going to need walking to your room?”

She laughs, a filthy chuckle that sparks an answering smile despite his current preoccupation. “That’s the second offer of an escort I’ve had tonight. I’ll be fine, thank you anyway.”

Truth be told it wasn’t a serious offer, not entirely. He’s more than happy to sit here indefinitely, even if they run out of things to say and have to sit here in total silence. This is easily the longest interaction they’ve had that isn’t overshadowed by what’s going on at the museum, and she seems entirely happy - not just neutral for a change but actually positive - to be talking to him.

Besides, he discovers her face is enchanting by moonlight, the soft folds of the chenille throw framing her like a medieval drapery. Left to itself her expressive face shines out, and he feels again the tantalising suspicion that he’s seen her before, somewhere so far away and so long ago that he can’t even recall the specific circumstance. Possibly she reminds him of somebody he already knows, maybe even someone back Home. There are only so many unique faces in the universe, after all.

Backtracking over her last remark it seems he might not be the only person to have noticed how appealing she looks by the light of the moon. Her second offer, she said … Smidur is staying up here as well, the wily bastard. Has he made a move already? If so it sounds like he overshot, or so Mainder can hope.

Before he can probe any more, she passes his own question back to him.

“So what about you? Something on your mind?”

“No, just a feeling. Like - you’re on your way somewhere, maybe running late, and you bump into someone you want to talk to, you really do, but you can’t because you don’t have time? You say ‘look, I’d love to stop, but I have somewhere to be.’ Yes? It feels like that.”

“Somewhere to be – yes, I get that. And is the feeling always right?”

“Pretty much.”

They lapse back into a comfortable silence. There’s nothing wrong here. Everything is fine. He stretches his senses one last time, just to be sure - no, nothing. This must be one of the rare occasions when the feeling was actually wrong somehow.

And yet he feels somehow reassured, as if whatever it was got settled while he was searching for it. He should go. Especially since he’s now feeling a foolish urge to invent something, to introduce another topic of discussion, a clear sign that he needs to get moving right now before he manages to make it really awkward. He rises from his chair with a not entirely put-on pained grunt and places a gentle hand on her shoulder as he passes.

“I’d better be going. Sleep well, child.”

The touch feels like a blessing - or a prediction. He’s lost in the shadows before she can respond.

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