#anyways i’m gonna miss sos it was so fun

[miss-oranje-disco-dancer]

miss oranje's faves: self-recs edition

i'm not used to praising myself bc i am my biggest hater, not my biggest fan, but i was tagged by the lovely @gothcsz to participate in @jolapeno 's 'tootathon' challenge, and i originally was going to pass up the opportunity butttt i suppose i'll *try* to say nice things about myself but i love the people in this fandom so i always enjoy participating in the fun, particularly something that promotes positivity when fandoms can be so toxic sometimes. honestly, i might need to steal this idea and make a positivity challenge for the resident evil fandom (which is what i primarily write for) because we are in need of good vibes…

*because my blog is multi-fandom, my masterlist is getting big overall, so i'm going to link my javi fics and my joel fics (along with my liztober '24 because there are a couple other pedro character fics on there)

i haven't been a part of the pedro pascal fandom for long, so my work here is limited, but i will share a few things:

it's never over (javi p x reader) - a two part fic (part one is from javi's perspective, part two is from reader's)

I really liked the concept for this fic and it was something that I wrote bits and pieces of for a while. I tried to change it to a single pov because i think i’m not someone who does well with pov switches like this, but it never captured the full scope of the story i wanted to tell when i tried to make it only javi’s or only reader’s. Ultimately, while i’d like to add onto this fic because i would like to expand upon reader’s pov, i like the story that i told in the end (i love angst). Maybe there will be a part 3…

2. and for dessert? (javi p x reader) - a short, mildly smutty story about javi and a housekeeper at a hotel

i hated this fic for a while because i got caught up in the numbers but i reread it last night and i was like, ‘okay, the concept is incredibly silly, but i guess in some way, that’s the point’. Anyway, when i looked back and stopped focusing on the numbers, i realized that i actually really like this fic, and probably wouldn’t change anything about it.

3. anniversary antics (joel x reader) - joel and his wife getting it on ... heavy breeding kink here

i wrote this in an hour or so. it just came to me. straight from the smutty brain (which is rare). this is one of the few fics of mine that i re-read and actually think 'oh this is hot'!

4. everything's bigger in texas (joel x reader) - for my liztober celebration! reader loses her virginity to joel and it's a sweet and short smut.

this is my second most popular tumblr post of all time (so it doesn’t need promo here), which is very funny because i almost didn't post this at all. i thought the size kink might be too basic and overdone but i also really wanted to write an 'older' reader as i have a tendency to write younger readers (which is partially because i am 24 and have never been older than 24 vs i have been 21 etc.) and i wanted to get away from the typical innocent virgin thing.

and also, we're gonna get personal here... i'm pretty sure i have vaginismus and so it's really really difficult to have sex. i've been shamed or questioned rather than reassured during situations where i struggle or am entirely unable to. reader in this fic was not specified to have vaginismus because i was trying to keep it light and smutty, flipping it around into a size kink, but it was a bit healing to write tbh. 

I’m pretty sure everyone has already been tagged but i’ll tag some of my mutuals just in case:

@clawdee @evolnoomym @baronessvonglitter @the-mandawhor1an

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Sky sighed in contentment as he wandered into the ranch. Everyone had been invited for Christmas, and somehow Time and Malon had managed to arrange enough space for the entire group to stay for at least a couple days. He’d happily offered to share his room with anyone, and Legend had agreed to bunk with him.

It worked out well, considering Legend was such a night owl and Sky was just getting home from church at one in the morning.

“So, how was midnight Mass?” Wind asked as he lounged on the sofa, watching a fire crackle on the television.

Warriors elbowed Sky, laughing. “He fell asleep during the homily.”

Sky tried to defend himself, but he really couldn’t, so he just rubbed the back of his head sheepishly with a smile. It wasn’t his fault that he’d just finished his seven night stretch the day before, but he really had been surprised he’d just nodded off in church.

Legend cackled as he sipped on hot cider. “Typical.”

“Oh hush,” Sky grumbled good naturedly, striding towards the kitchen to get himself a helping of the warm beverage. ��The music was great and it was very nice, thanks for asking.”

Wild shuffled in behind Warriors, stretching as if he were prepping for a workout. “Well, now it’s time for Christmas cookies!”

“No, sweet heaven above,” Twilight called from upstairs. “You don’t need a sugar rush at one in the morning!”

“Lucky for me, I don’t have to listen to you,” Wild yelled back with a smile, making a beeline for the cookies Malon had baked before she and Time had gone to work for the night. “Besides, didn’t you say you were gonna go to bed early?”

“Come on now, Wild, don’t you know by now that when Malon is gone Twi has to take her place as the Designated Mom?” Legend snorted, cheeks flushed with cheer. “He wanted to stay up until everyone got home safely.”

”Dude, you’re gonna be so freaking tired when you wake up first thing in the morning,” Warriors noted, standing at the bottom of the stairs.

It was too dark upstairs to really make out Twilight in the shadows, so the former military nurse just got a pair of half open eyes staring at him, with the slurred, “I’m already so freaking tired. But it’ll be fine.”

“I’m going to help him cook breakfast anyway,” Wild noted, before adding, “Which gives me all the more right to eat all these cookies.”

“Hey!” Wind immediately leapt off the couch, rushing to the kitchen to go to war for the sacred sugar treats.

Warriors huffed a little, letting his friend upstairs go to bed, and he casually snatched Legend’s mug of cider out of a hands, sipping it. Legend spluttered and hissed at him in response.

“You don’t get any cider, no drinks until tomorrow!” He snapped, taking his mug back.

“I don’t remember agreeing to that,” Warriors huffed, mildly annoyed.

“We made the agreement for you,” Wind called from the kitchen.

“Traitor,” Wars grumbled.

Legend walked towards Sky, who had just armed himself with a mug of cider and was already swaying in place, ready to pass out. “You guys have fun. The rest of us are going to bed.”

”You’re an insomniac,” Sky slurred as Legend started dragging him towards the stairs. “You’re not going to sleep yet.”

“No, but I can make sure Malon and Time’s room is prepped for them, as well as Four’s,” Legend answered easily. “Hyrule should still be up, I think.”

“Yeah, where is Hyrule?” Wind asked, cheeks so stuffed with cookies he looked like a chipmunk. Wild looked similar, and both were ruffled and covered in crumbs after fighting.

“I thought he was sharing a room with Twilight?”

“No, I’m sharing a room with Twilight.”

“He’s got Four’s bedroom, right?”

“He said he was going to walk on the trails in the wooded areas nearby.”

“It’s one in the morning! Has no one seen him?!”

”Twilight!” Warriors called, knowing that he of all people would’ve kept track of everyone while he was gone.

Before the tech could respond, the door to the ranch opened once more to reveal their missing friend. Hyrule walked in cheerily, face flushed from the cold, smiling brightly as he saw everyone. “You’re back! How was church?”

“You were out this whole time?!” Legend asked, incredulous. “Dude, where the hell did you go? You could’ve been mauled by an animal or murdered or—”

“Ledge, you worry too much,” Hyrule laughed. “I was fine. Just taking some time to wander and explore. It’s really pretty with the full moon out. Found some neat stuff, and it gave me time to just… think about things, you know?”

“Wha’ th’ngs?” Wind asked, pieces of cookie flying from his mouth.

Warriors groaned at the teenager. “Dude, that’s disgusting, at least swallow the eighty cookies before you start talking through them—”

“I thought about how thankful I am for all of you,” Hyrule said quietly, looking down shyly. But then he smirked, putting his hands on his hips. “But I also thought of some great games.”

Sky opened his mouth to acknowledge Hyrule’s quiet statement, but he was interrupted when Wild eagerly asked, “What games? Tell me twister’s one of them because I am so excited to watch everyone try that.”

“Okay, yes, but also… Reverse Mistletoe,” Hyrule said sagely.

”What’s that?”

”We hide mistletoe everywhere, but if you’re stuck under one you have to spray somebody with a flush instead of kissing them.”

“Uh, Rulie, we’d need flushes for that,” Wind noted.

Warriors barked out a laugh. “Wind, we all horde flushes. Legend probably has twenty in his scrub pocket from last night’s shift.”

“Twenty-two, actually,” Legend corrected nonchalantly.

“Also,” Hyrule continued. “Bullshit is a great game. It’s a card game.”

“We should play that now!” Wild suggested happily, looking around for a deck of cards.

Sky hummed happily in agreement, shuffling towards Hyrule before getting redirected once more by Legend. “No, you’re going to bed.”

The pilot was tempted to argue, but honestly, he knew he’d be asleep no matter where he ended up. He might as well rest somewhere comfortable.

Sky passed out quickly after heading to his room, and though the others stayed awake for a while longer, peace started to settle over the house. Candlelight kept the playing cards visible enough as contenders hissed insults and jokes in equal measure at each other, and after Wind had managed to win two games in a row, Warriors eventually suggested everyone get some sleep.

By morning, Time and Malon dragged their feet through the front door, following Four closely as the three exchanged warm but tired greetings.

”Did you guys get any of the Christmas dinner from the cafeteria?” Malon asked.

Time shrugged. “I think I fell asleep in the on-call room too early for that. And then the code woke me up.”

Four sighed. “The code was my patient, so no. But Dot brought me some to munch on throughout the night.”

The three stopped as they smelled breakfast being made, and they automatically were drawn to the kitchen. They passed through the dining room first to see everything set up for a veritable feast, and Wild peeked his head into the area.

“Merry Christmas!” He greeted, and Malon pulled him into a hug.

Exhaustion won out in the group over prolonged conversation, but the food was warm and the company was even better. Twilight and Wild ate with them and then quickly set back to keeping the rest of the food warm and cleaning dishes, allowing the three to shower and go to bed.

The large group trickled in and out of hte dining area, eating at varying points, Sky waking up last, before they all lounged in the den. Hyrule, Wild, Wind, and Twilight played Twister (Hyrule then planned to hide mistletoe all over the house alongside strategically placed flushes), while Warriors and Legend sat on the couch and recliner, respectively, reading books. Sky threw a pillow down on the sofa beside Wars, wrapping himself up in a blanket, belly full and ready for another nap.

It wasn’t the wild or merry Christmas morning that might traditionally fill homes, and very few words were exchanged, but it was peaceful, and that was enough for them. Eventually, the night shift crew would awaken, Time descending the stairs first, and the real fun would begin.

[hmhas-00]

Ch. 7

Hit Me Hard & Soft

A/N- Don’t forget to like and rb! The next couple chapters are going to be kinda angsty! TW: alcohol use. happy holidays💕🎄

Billie’s POV

The adrenaline rush dissipates as I walk off the stage and the crew rushes me to remove the clip mic. The Stephen Colbert episode was finally over with.

Remy stood on the side, clapping for me. She approached as they finished up. “How do you feeeel?”

“So much better now that it’s over.” I laughed, fixing the hair underneath my hat.

“Am I still invited to the after party?”

“You sure you still wanna go to that? We can just go chill at my place if you’re not up for it.”

“Noo! I’m not gonna let work ruin tonight for you! We’re celebrating tonight. Your last night before going on tour!” She grabbed my shoulders and shook me back and forth.

It was bittersweet hearing that. I love touring, but I wanted her to be there. Remy, my parents, and Finneas. But, mostly Remy.

I smiled at her. “Okay, goofy, let’s go.”

In Finneas’ car, on route to the after party, Remy stared out the window.

“You positive you’re in the mood?” I nudged her.

“Yeah, Billie. Really, I just want to have fun tonight. I don’t want to think. I want to forget about everything.”

“That doesn’t sound like a good-“

“I’m okay, I swear.” She put her hand on top of mine, her thumb grazing my thigh.

“Okay.” I let out a small laugh.

“You’re drinking with me tonight.”

“Oh, I am?” I raised my brow, watching a smirk form on her lips.

“Finneas is driving anyways!” She smirked.

Finneas looked at us through the mirror. “Oh, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m getting FUCKED up.” He joked, Claudia smacking his arm and laughing.

“Billie don’t be like that!” She squeezed my hand in hers, pulling it onto her lap. “Pleaseeee! Real friends don’t let their friends drink alone.”

Finneas laughed.

“Alright, alright.” I rolled my eyes at her, her laugh becoming contagious.

She cheered as Finneas turned up our music.

⊹ ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪˖⊹ ࣪ ⊹ ࣪ ⊹ ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪˖⊹ ࣪ ⊹ ࣪ ⊹ ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪˖⊹ ࣪ ⊹ ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪˖⊹ ࣪ ⊹ ࣪ ⊹ ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪˖⊹ ࣪ ⊹ ࣪ ⊹ ࣪

Upon arriving at the after party, she immediately headed towards the open bar, ordering something fruity.

“Make that two.” She winked at me. I took the drink from the bartender and sipped it.

We danced to whatever the DJ played. Everyone at the party swayed to the music, occasionally congratulating me. Remy was on her 3rd drink at this point, more outgoing than usual. She dragged me to the bar and ordered me another.

“Catch up, Billie!” She bumped me with her hip, grabbing a 4th.

I laughed, taking the glass in my hand. “Slow down, bro, you’re gonna crash out.”

Shrugging, she pulled me back out to the dance floor with a devious smile on her face. She turned around and held onto my hand, holding it up in the air. Her body rocked against mine to the beat. I drank my cocktail while swaying with her, hoping it would maybe loosen me up.

Her favorite song came on, her hips getting wilder by the second. I stepped out from behind her and jumped up and down. I loved how excited she was. I was going to miss her more than anything. I can’t believe this is the last night before I leave on tour. She watches me take another sip of my drink and tilts the bottom of the glass up, so I finish faster.

“Chill!” I laughed, feeling the bass booming through the club. I was feeling something else too. As I put the empty glass down on a table near us, a beautiful, tall girl passed by with a tray of shots. Remy grabbed two, handing me one.

“To Hit Me Hard and Soft!” She shouted, causing some people around us to cheer with her.

“Shiiit… to me!” I down the shot, feeling a warm spot in my stomach. My face twisted at the bitter taste.

“I gotta go to the restroom!” Remy shouted over the music to me.

“I’ll come with!” I shouted back, signaling her toward the hall.

We entered the ladies room where Remy went in the first stall and struggled to lock it, making me giggle. I noticed the lighting was dimmer than I thought it’d be as I stood in front of the mirror. As I stared at myself, it was in this moment that I realized how much the alcohol was hitting me. I stood still, trying to see if the room would stop moving, but that ship had sailed.

The toilet flushed and Remy came out of the stall, stumbling a little. Maybe it was just me though. “You okay?” She asked, washing her hands.

“Yeah, just wobbly.” I said, immediately followed by a crazy laugh.

Remy laughed with me and reached for a paper towel. “Try to drink some water, it’ll fix that.”

It probably didn’t help that I hadn’t eaten much today. We were so busy preparing for the Late Show, only for it to be over in an hour.

We walked out of the bathroom, towards the bar. The colorful lights switching and moving above masked the fact that the floor underneath my feet played tricks on me.

I could smell the alcohol in Remy’s breath when she talked to me, trying to get me to hear her over the loud music. I read her lips as she asked the bartender for two waters with ice. My eyes stuck like glue to her lips as she put them together around the straw and swallowed. I mimicked her, biting it a little. The icy water felt so good going down. The room was so hot and full of sweaty bodies dancing together.

Suddenly, a tall guy with dirty blonde hair and light eyes stood between us. He held up a hand, ordering a pineapple old fashioned. I barely ever drink, and don’t know what that even is, but it sounds cool. He looked to his right at Remy, admiring her feminine figure. Her black leather skirt reflected the blue colored club lights, and her lacy, strapless corset had ribbon laces swaying with each movement she made.

“Can I try that?” Remy pointed at his drink as soon as he took his first sip.

“Go ahead.” He slid it towards her.

She smiled with her eyes and tested it. He watched her.

“I’ll have one of those too.” I told the bartender, without taking my eyes off them.

Remy licked the liquor off her bottom lip and handed the glass back to him. “It’s pretty good.” She smiled.

“Let me buy you one.” He got closer to her, putting an arm around her lower back.

Remy smiled at him one more time before looking at me. “It’s open bar for us, we don’t need to buy any drinks.”

I smirked, watching her teeth bite down on her bottom lip. I took her hand and pulled her back out to dance.

“Who was that?” She said into my ear without failing to shake her hips to the music.

“I don’t really know.” I drank the old fashioned. It wasn’t that good, and I knew I’d heard from someone not to mix light and dark liquors, but at this point it was too late. “You actually liked his drink though?” I shouted close to her ear.

“No, I kinda wanted him to get the hint and kiss me.” She laughed, looking over at him and dancing.

“Whaaat?” I laughed. I wasn’t sure if she was serious or not. Hearing her say that made me feel a bit weird. Uncomfortable, maybe.

“He was kinda cute right?”

“Yeah, I guess.” I drank about half of my old fashioned, faster than I probably should. “He looks like he’d slip something in your drink.” I laughed.

Remy laughed, “Nooo!” She tossed back her hair, showcasing her glittery collarbones.

I look over Remy’s shoulder seeing the guy leaned against the bar, watching us.

“He’s creepy, look at him. Lowkey though. Don’t make it obvious.”

She grabbed my hand and turned to face him, her body rocking against mine. I drank the last of what was in my cup, allowing an ice cube to fall into my mouth. I munched on it, staring straight into the guy’s eyes as I handed the empty glass to another waitress passing by. He switched his eyes over to Remy, who was putting on quite the performance.

“You’re so right. Do you think he’s gonna come over here?” She let go and whined her hips into me, being as discreet as she could so he wouldn’t notice we were suspicious. I, on the other hand, couldn’t care less if he knew I was glaring.

I grabbed onto her, swaying along with the movements of her waist. “Do you want him to?” I asked.

“Nah, I’ll have my chance when you’re gone.” She laughed, turning back towards me.

I furrowed my brows, unable to hide my expressions. Mostly because my face was numb at this point.

As the tall brunette came back around with her tray of shots, I grabbed a couple, swinging one back.

“You rather go dance with him?” I leaned into her so she could hear.

“No, I’m all yours tonight!” She shook her head as I brought the other shot glass to my mouth. “Woah, slow down there! You’re already pretty-“

I swallowed. They didn’t taste like much anymore. That could’ve been mop water and I wouldn’t have noticed.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Billie.” She gasped, laughing in shock. “You’re gonna regret that tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow’s problem!” I shrugged, dancing around, forgetting for a second what she had just said to me. I guess that was my goal.

I pulled her close, sensing she was starting to worry away her buzz. “Tomorrow I’m leaving, and you get to move on!” I shouted, slurring my words.

“Move on to what?” She shouted back. I could barely make out the words, thanks to the loud people near us.

“Your life! You- You’re gonna replace Rachel. You’re gonna show fucking John how fucking DUMB he is.”

“Joe?” She laughed. Her cheekbones casted a shadow and the glitter on her chest twinkled as the red club lights flashed over us.

“Yeah that mother fucker. You’d sleep with that piece of shit to get that job.” I blurted out. I didn’t even know why I said that. Nothing made an ounce of sense.

She slowly stopped dancing but I kept going. I knew if I didn’t, the room would start doing that weird wobbly thing again.

“Why the fuck would you say that?” She looked at me, clearly hurt.

“No, I meant-“ I slurred, trying to form sentences, “You’ll do anything!” I held up a finger, “Except fucking quit and be happy.”

“You need to get some more water or something because you’re not making any fucking sense.” She pulled me towards the bar.

“No! Why? So that guy can ask to have a fucking threesome with us after the sh-shit you just pulled?” I shouted, pulling my arm back.

“Billie! What the fuck?” She looked at me and I stood still now. The rest of the people moved their bodies to the beat, making me dizzy.

[actualori]

The fall of Icarus (click for better quality)

[raiiny-bay]

some WIPs from the 80s AU i never finished

[froggtogs]

lu cooldowns

[katpurrccinodraws]

I didn’t notice I dressed Sofia up like her brother, but its a lab coat instead of a trench…

I forgot to post this yesterday but I got too stressed out, and shut down etc etc.

[puns-and-musicals]

“They won’t make this romantic, right? Because that would be weird for… so many reasons”

- me, apparently forgetting what show I was watching

[greeneyeofenvy]

page 2 od Cassie angst

Hanging these right by my door, so my parents can walk in and see fucking mitski and angst on my wall.

[wundrousarts]

Mini Silverborn Countdown

If you’ve been around for a few years, you’ve seen me vaguely mention a “Silverborn Countdown Challenge” several times. It’s been delayed and changed as many times as the book itself, lol.

If anyone wants sort of a low-stakes, very chill and spaced out version of this ye olde never tackled challenge to complete in the next year before Silverborn, I propose what I’m doing:

Every 3 months leading up to the initial release, I am creating one thing based on each of the books.

January — Nevermoor

April — Wundersmith

July — Hollowpox

[alvinmichaelmurphyseville]

“Wait, so this is why other people always have their priorities straight? Work and fun feel similar to them? The same sort of brain chemical release?”

“Because like, if skateboarding feels the same as doing homework, WHY skateboard? I could just walk for exercise and then do homework.”

“This is why everyone pretty much is expected to grow up and be a boring adult.”

“Well, I refuse to join the ranks. But…I recognize there’s a time and place for fun. I just have to carve out that place myself apparently.”

“I think I know how to manage my time now…tentatively. And how to regulate when I take my meds and when I don’t.”

[dreadful-luck]

GGS TEAM PAST!!!

[jellophoid]

FIRST YEAR OF COLLEGE IS FINISBEDD— some of my favourite pieces from my drawing 2 class ^^)) what a fun year

[95enthusiast]

fellas i miss spider-lightning should i draw more spider-lightning

[digitaldiseas3]

extremely frustrating situation

[gatheryepens]

So I got back from my girls trip yesterday and I’m in the feels…