#baby. babiest of all girls

[partiallypearl]

beautiful girl, hasn't grown up yet

[twisted-broth]

The homicipher brainrot is so real tho— AUGH MR CRAWLING HAS MY HEART 🫀

It's all I've been thinking about lately I need professional help

I may or may not have a one shot in the drafts for Mr Gap 👀

[footballfangworl]

[stokesy55]

Ok that’s two cute af wickets from Mitchy 🥹

[deathsvvitch]

💜✨

[seedaylight]

taylor calling betty the love of james’ life is my favorite thing ever 🥹 i mean they were 17, how could he have possibly known that? i’m just obsessed with the idea that you don’t have to know everything and that love doesn’t always have to make sense and sometimes it’s just There. it doesn’t always have to be a deep complicated Great Love. sometimes you just come back to the girl with her skateboard from homeroom for reasons unknown to you 🥲🥲

[mead-iocre]

how is spoiled reader when she is sick?

spoiled!reader is the babiest baby everrrrr.

she hates being sick :(( makes her feel icky :((

and she can't even wear her cute outfits to make her feel better. leah has to gently coax her out of wearing her miumiu lavender satin slip midi dress because "what if you get sick all over your pretty dress, baby? we wouldn't want that right, hm?"

that brings about a new wave of tears.

she usually settles down when leah offers to give her one of her old shirts. usually an old arsenal kit. spoiled!reader complies because 1.) it smells like leah; 2.) it's actually quite comfy; and 3.) it smells like leah.

spoiled!reader is sooo clingy, following leah around the house like a little bunny. even when leah tells her to sit still and stay in bed, she just wraps her arms around the blonde's arm so she has no choice but to let her.

leah knows she probably shouldn't let her girl stick so close to her. she's an athlete-- getting sick would be the worst thing in the world, especially for the next couple of games coming up. but she can't resist her. all sniffles and hiccups, pouty lips, and eyes wet with unshed tears.

not when she's currently snuggled up in her lap, her head tucked snuggly in the crook of her neck, her warm breath fanning her collarbone, fingers still lingering on the vogue that magazine she was reading before she fell into slumber

[cambion-companion]

Here’s ya girl who has gone completely feral over astarion. He’s the babiest baby. Okay, here’s the prompt. My characterisation could be a bit (or a lot lol) off bc I haven’t played the game Y E T so feel free to change the things that seem OOC.

Established relationship, but the beginnings of it, on a mission to find a way for astarion to be in the sun again. Reader has given astarion time to work on his sexual trauma so they haven’t been having sex for some time. Reader is 100% ok w that. But they have a big argument over something (not related to sex) and astarion doesn’t know how to resolve the situation other than reverting back to his seductive artifice and using sex as a way to ensure his safety (in this case, emotional safety). Reader figures it out because they (or she) are not dumb. They reassure astarion and he lets himself be vulnerable but also, it turns out that astarion wants that sexual intimacy. But reader decides this will be all about astarion and making him feel good and loved. Body worship, astarion’s praise kink, just everything focused on astarion’s pleasure in a way he has never experienced and that makes him completely unravel once he comes. Not a subby reader, tho. You know me, I don’t do subby.

If this is too long of a prompt, just the sexy part will be ok. Thank you so much, i have such astarion brainrot DDDD:

I Want to Live

word count: 1700

gn!reader x Astarion | Baldur's Gate 3 fanfic | 18+ only

"I don't think we should use the tadpoles for anything, Astarion." You put your hands on your hips, glaring at the sulky Elf in front of you.

This tense conversation between the two of you had gone on far longer than you'd have liked. Astarion seemed insistent on using whatever advantage the Illithids had unintentionally given your party. Despite not yet knowing the implications of doing so.

Astarion's silver hair glinted in the firelight that warmed your back, his eyes shone like droplets of blood. "You might as well leave me alone, spoilsport." He waved an imperious hand in your direction, sneering at you in the way he knew would hurt you most. "Since you insist on being boring and unimaginative."

You ground your teeth. "I'm trying to keep us safe."

"And a fine job you're doing, my sweet." His lilting voice was dripping with sarcasm. "Why don't you ask Arabella how her parents are doing?" He paused, then feigned surprise. "Oh wait..."

Your eyes widened as a jolt of genuine pain lanced through your heart at his callous words. Astarion was aiming to do damage and, like always, he knew how to push your buttons.

Magic sparked at the end of your fingertips as you fought to control your rage. It was the lack of verbal response that alerted Astarion to the fact he might have pushed a little too far with you. His face almost looked regretful for a moment, or perhaps it was a trick of the firelight casting shadows across his features. You didn't gain much insight because of the tears blurring your vision as you quickly turned away and strode as far away from the vampire spawn as you could.

Shadowheart, who always seemed to overhear everything, cast a worried glance your direction before leveling a glare on Astarion who still watched after you with a blank look.

You sat yourself upon your bedroll before the campfire and listened to Volo squeakily tune his lute. Wyll and Gale were over by their tents chatting and Lae'zel sat on a boulder by the river sharpening her sword.

You had thought Astarion would understand and perhaps even agree with you, and the rest of the camp for that matter, that the parasites should not be utilized to gain control of other beings. It was convenient and downright useful, yes...but not worth an unknown cost.

You had thought...since that night when the two of you had become intimate...that he'd maybe come to care for you. But that jab about Arabella's parents, who you'd failed to save, only confirmed that the vampire did not have your best interests at heart.

Sighing, you moved your bedroll away from its usual place beside Astarion's and arranged it next to where Karlach slept. You could feel multiple pairs of eyes watching you move about but you didn't much care at the moment.

Karlach gave you a curious and concerned look as she came over and got comfortable for the night. "Are you alright? I could hear you and Astarion going at it...and not in the fun way."

You grunted and moved your body to the side so you could scrape out a rock that had been digging into your back. "It's fine. He's just an ass." You said these words loud enough for him to hear.

Karlach shrugged and nodded as if this were common knowledge. She gave you a jolting pat on the back before getting comfortable in her own bedroll.

As the breathing patterns of your companions slowly deepened in slumber, you could not find any rest. You tossed and turned as best you could in such primitive sleeping arrangements. You missed your bed back in Baldur's Gate above the taproom of the Shadowcat Claw, the familiar bustle of voices and a mug of ale in your belly lulling you to sleep. Out in this wilderness, with the thought of your argument with Astarion tugging at your thoughts...you had to get up.

As quietly as you could, you slid out of your bedroll and got to your feet. A quick observation of your companions told you they were all in a deep sleep. All except Lae'zel who sat on the boulder still, keeping silent watch. She nodded at you curtly as you passed and didn't ask any questions, for which you were grateful.

You crept through the foliage down to the place in the forest by the river where you and Astarion had had your midnight tryst. You could still feel his moonlight hair running through your fingers, his fangs on your neck as you arched it just for him. The trust...you thought you had at least earned a little bit of his trust.

"I thought I'd find you here." His voice was velvet, it shivered straight through your defenses to your heart.

"I wanted to be alone, Astarion." You tried to keep your own voice cool and collected, but you ached to hold him in your arms again.

Astarion had followed you from the campsite into the woods. He'd been fully aware of your restlessness, of course he had. He entered your line of sight now, looking very much like a cat stalking its prey. His ruby eyes were dark and trained on your face. "Come now, you're far too obvious for all this bluster. Do you not want to feel me again?" He gave you a crooked smile, showing his teeth. "A second taste, perhaps?"

You felt the hollowness of his words and saw the carefully arranged expression he wore like a mask. Beneath the facade you could make out the telltale twitch of a facial muscle, the tenseness of his eyes, indicating anxiety.

You sighed. "I thought we were passed these games."

"Games?" Astarion's tongue flicked out to wet his lips. "Games are all part of the fun, my dear. So good at getting the blood pumping."

You folded your arms. "I want an apology."

This tripped him up. For a moment the facade slipped, and he seemed genuinely taken aback. "Apologize?" Then he was back to his usual bluster. "Me? Apologize for what?"

"For having a go at me today. Bringing up Arabella's parents when you know how upset I am about it." Astarion made a noise as if to speak but you cut across him. "That was cruel, Astarion, and I deserve better from you."

"I didn't..." Astarion sighs heavily, his eyes glancing down to the ground then back at your face. "I apologize." The words seemed to pain him in some way. "I wanted to get a rise out of you, that's all. Now let's forget about that and have some fun."

You raised an unimpressed eyebrow, saying nothing, simply watching his face lit in the silver moonlight. His unconvincing grin slowly slipped off his face, a troubled frown replacing it. The two of you looked at each other for a long moment. Finally, you spoke.

"You're testing how much I care for you, aren't you?" Your voice was soft, almost inaudible over the rippling stream.

Astarion seemed momentarily taken aback, he seemed to consider taking shelter once more behind his mask of pompous indifference. But then his shoulder's slumped slightly, the fists at his sides loosened. That was all the answer you needed.

You stepped forward and placed your hands around his, tugging him closer. He did not resist, his footfalls light as ever as he drew near. Close enough to feel his breath warm your lips.

"I care about you, Astarion." Your voice was still soft amidst the rustling leaves and sparkling water. "I discourage you from using the tadpole's powers because I couldn't bear to see your will overtaken by yet another monster."

Astarion was silent for a long time, his scarlet eyes turned silver as a moonbeam fell across his pallid face. When he spoke, his voice sounded strained. "What if it's too late for me? To be anything other than a monster? My only choice is which one." He laughs forcefully, bitterness twisting his mouth.

"I won't let that happen." You encircled him tenderly in a hug, pulling him to rest flush against your body. "We're in this...together."

"Together." The word was echoed back to you, his voice framing the syllables as if it were a foreign tongue.

You turned your face into him and kissed his neck softly, feeling his body tense in your arms and then slowly relax. You kept your lips against his skin, over where Cazador had sunk his fangs all those centuries ago.

Astarion's hands slowly slid up your hips to rest against your lower back as he held you close. Your lips caressed his neck, throat and trailed up to his jaw until you pressed a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. "I love you." You murmured.

You felt him tense again, not pushing you away, but his hands tightened on your back. "I..." Astarion hesitated. "I'm not quite ready to say those words back to you, my dear."

"I know." You felt no anger, no hurt. You accepted him however he wished to come to you, grateful for this rare moment of vulnerability beneath the stars.

You pushed him back gently until his back made contact with the base of a large sycamore tree. A huff of air left his lungs, quickly claimed by your mouth as you kissed him hungrily this time. Your hands made quick work of his clothing and Astarion became eager to help the process along.

"Vixen." He murmured and you laughed against his lips, your tongues teasing each other.

"You're beautiful, Astarion." You held his face in your hands and kissed his mouth lightly, not allowing him to turn away even as the compliment made his eyes search yours for hints of disingenuity. "I want nothing from you in return." You said firmly, reading his emotional turmoil through your shared Illithid connection. "This is just for you." You kissed his mouth, his cheek, his forehead. "To keep."

Astarion's head fell back to rest against the tree trunk as you continued lavishing affection upon him. He moaned your name softly to the night sky as you slowly sunk to your knees before him, the dirt and rocks digging unheeded against your knees. His fingers twisted in your hair and guided you to where he wanted you most.

"Good, my love." You praised him, your words causing his body to shake with increasing pleasure. "Show me."

The night was long and full of bliss. A genuine exchange of pleasure, without the previous facades and plays at affection. You felt the change as surely as he did, and when the others awoke in the morning it was to find your bedroll pulled back right next to where Astarion lay curled against you.

~

"You owe me five gold, Shadowheart." Gale mumbled.

[rogerika]

Can I baby him please? 😭❤️

“We were actually interested in the music,” claims Mike Dudley. “We scarcely drank. We did get pissed now and again, and we all chased women - and Roger was the most successful at it, girls wanted to baby him - but mainly, it was the music. Actually, though, Roger was less interested than some of the others. He led us, because he was the best musician. He’d hear something and he’d want to play it. Whereas I was more into blues and later rock or heavy rock, he was quite orientated towards pop. In terms of material Roger more or less did what the others wanted to do, with the odd exception - playing Dylan was his idea.”

(x)

I have no idea why “ girls wanted to baby him“ :)

[riewritten]

in my head nothing absolutely bad happens in monster anime and they’re actually triplets in a family sitcom somewhere

more headcanons under the cut ✂️

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no child experiments. no kinderheim 511. their birth sequence would be Johan first, Anna second, and Nina the youngest. it doesn't actually materialize that much in their dynamics (given they're triplets) except that these two oldest are oooooover overprotective of nina. mama vera was forced to labor the three of them prematurely out of stress upon receiving the news of her husband's death. her brother-in-law, klaus poppe, who had helped vera with the kids after the hubby's death, tried to pursue her not long after. and not only that, klaus also tried to lure anna into this silly lil experiment about children which he claimed was for 'work' at the red rose mansion all the while their mother was out. vera almost killed the man when baby johan exposed him while crying. this event led vera to cut ties with the poppe family and valiantly raised her triplets on her own. vera wasn't able to squeeze any info out of anna (on what poppe had done to her specifically while she was out). worried that she might be traumatized, vera got her into therapy. in the end, only johan and anna knew of it, and whatever happened sure left wounds deep inside anna's heart.

SO, that said!

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would be sooooo villanelle-coded (minus the psychopathy of course). like she is the Gaslight, Gatekeep, Girlboss but at the same time she could also be the Female Rage™️. i am absolutely whipped at the thought that she'd have a complicated relationship with johan despite being inseparable during childhood because she's astute enough to know the real him, without filter whatsoever, and she could notice things the naive nina couldn't. no, johan didn't have to be a murderer in this universe for anna to hate him, he just got The Attitude that anna despises. it's jus the typical sibling fight though no worries. it's like there's this modern family-esque interview segments of them talking shit about each other every episode (little do they know, if a war ever breaks, they would absolutely sacrifice themselves to save each other — of course after ensuring their youngest sister's safety first and foremost).

in @suusoh 's head which i claim to be the same as mine because susu is rie and rie is susu, anna is as queer as she could be. and, in my silly lil daydreams, she actually labeled herself queer for clout bc she wanna rebel against societal standards only for it to end up the truest thing she had ever said about herself years later. on top of that, she actually envies her twin brother for having a dick like oh my god girl what the hell is wrong with you. ironically, she tends to be an absolute man-hater sometimes (depends on her mood). she could be a little impulsive, too, especially when she reached the rebellious age. boyfriends here, girlfriends there, and out of curiosity she even tried polygamy that's absolutely not her thing but she did anyway to annoy her conservative christian stepfather.

there's this only moment anna had accepted johan's attitude, remorsefully so, and thats when some girl tried to maul nina at uni (thank god she's good at judo) after mistaking her as anna ㅜㅜ this stranger apparently had her boyfriend stolen by anna during one of her impulsive moments (jesus christ). nina assured them it was all good after anna cried. but johan was absolutely pissed, and anna had a hard time forgiving herself for putting her loveliest babiest angel of a sister in danger bc of her shenanigans.

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who is he, indeed, if red rose mansion wasn't that traumatic and kinderheim 511 never existed ? it's also hard to imagine for me, tbh, it's just that i think he'd be a chill lil guy who lives in his own head. nina has a hard time managing countless of confessions from different people in the campus—you see, anna is too wild to approach, johan is too absent-minded to care, and nina is the most amicable of them three. when nina opens her locker she'd expect a bunch of love letters addressed to three people: anna, johan, and then herself. majority of them is addressed to johan, tho.

if anna takes pride in her beauty and charisma while nina takes pride in her congeniality and physical prowess, johan keeps up with his brains. he is constantly the school's top one. he gets sent to other campuses for academic competitions. and back in highschool, a faculty even offered vera to have him accelerated due to his intelligence. johan denied the opportunity because he likes the fact that he's on the same grade level as his twin sisters. they have this sort of bonding where they do homeworks together as soon as they reach home. how would he do that if he's accelerated to a higher grade level? who would help nina manage anna's wild tendencies at school? who would help anna keep up with her acads if nina's too busy with her extracurricular activities?

vera is quite concerned johan is having a hard time connecting with people, but little does she know, her lil boy just doesn't want to. socializing is a chore the same way studying is. unless he has an ulterior motive, he chooses to stay at the corner with his books (boo. bummer. a nerd.)

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is their cute lil baby! she's everyone's favorite. i think her personality in canon monster (before her 20th bday) is pretty much the same in this one, except that it's more chaotic in her house because she has two sibs trying to kill each other here and there. if not for her extracurricular activities and side jobs (which johan and anna tirelessly demanded her to quit so she could have a rest, only to no avail because nina is the angel who wants to help), i think her academic excellence would be in par with johan's. she also has a lot of friends—that's the reason why johan and anna are protective of her. she could indeed defend herself physically, but she's too kind and naive for her own good it annoys the two. if someone makes her cry, they doubt nina would even put them in their place physically or emotionally because she is just that kind—that's when johan and anna enters behind her back. they could be sneaky little vengeful devils if need be for nina. maybe they got it from uncle klaus.

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cutting this before it gets longer lol. thank u for reading! i hope you enjoyed this as much as i did lmao. i had sooo much fan imagining and drawing them this way 🤭

[mamieishere]

Trapped?

MDNI

disclaimer : unprotected sex, spoiled cockwarning, CNC, cockwarning, romantic?, creampie, missionnary, breeding, female reader, very short dabble jk it's always too long haha, no name mentioned

You loved winter! snow, low temperatures, fire in the fireplace, hot chocolate and one thing over all : every tiny thing is the best excuse to glue your boyfriend. Clingy? No, not really but a cuddle bear and tonight was no exception.

- "Baby?... Yaaaaa my loooooove", you singsong. He looked at you, tired from work but amused by your childish winter behavior. "It's so cold. Look! There's snow outside!", you pointed at the window. He didn't say a world and opened his arms, welcoming you close to his warmth. You crawled onto the big couch, sneaking under the plaid. You faintly fell asleep, your head on his torso.

An hour became two and he started to feel it. His crotch grew in his pants and you were half layed on him.

- "My sweet cuddly girl", he whispered, "I love you so much...". He moved your sleeping state from his lap and layed you on the sofa's meridian part.

The both of you had given consent to each other to use the other while sleeping. It wasn't the first time this happened, but this was different. You stopped taking the pill a few weeks ago and your body tried to get back to normal by itself, with the result of you being more needy. He carefully stripped your pyjama, spread your legs and slided in.

- "I'm so sorry angel, I just need your wet walls around me.", he blowed gently in your ears and you moaned. "God, you are hot". What's supposed to be a simple cockwarming nap turned into vanilla sex. "Shit babe, Y/N, you're so pretty, so warm, so kind, so.... mine", he cooed.

Full, hot and needy. Here you were when you woke up to your our mouth unable to contain the moans falling from it.

- "Huh?... Bab-aw, baby, what ar-?", you tried to speak. He immediately kissed you, engulfing your words and silent blows.

- "Ssssh... Enjoy me darling, feel it. Feel the way I'm moving in you. I'll make a mother of you. You are already the love of my life, let me make the mother of my children. Take it baby, please...", his mouth was running of a marathon.

You nodded, you wanted it too. You wanted to give him the babiest child of the world. Your walls clenched around his cock. He felt you on the edge to cum. He slipped a finger to your clit, drawing lazy circles. You cum, yes. No cry, no scream, no tears, no shaking. It was a different kind of enjoyment, the biggest heat wave you've ever had. Your all body was an incandescent flame, so that the fire seemed very pale.

Then, he painted your walls white in longs, angry sprayed of sperm. He kept pushing. It was supposed to stick, it will do. To fullyfile the chances he stayed bottomed out.

- "I love Y/N. I love you so fucking much. I love you, I love you..."

[girlfriendsofthegalaxy]

tuesday again 9/24/2024

you might be wondering “is my dear friend tumblr user girlfriendsofthegalaxy still unemployed?” the answer is yes. take this cat off my hands please i don’t think he’s causing the unemployment but he certainly isn’t helping

listening

via Wendy @dying-suffering-french-stalkers, Huoy Meas' ប្រគល់ក្ដីស្នេហ៍មកខ្ញុំវិញ. figuring out what this incredibly zippy Cambodian rock song is named and what it's about was really difficult bc spotify is a bane upon this earth and won't let you fucking copy-paste and OCR was not working on the Khmer script. i ended up listening to the first couple seconds of each of her songs on apple music, and finally figured out this roughly translates to Give Me Back My Love and is about begging a fuckboy for closure.

via the spotify discover weekly, Night Club's Pretty Girls Do Ugly Things. all Night Club's songs sound the same so if you like one, great news! i had this song on for a full gregorian hour bc, i am only a tiny bit ashamed to say, i was storyboarding a The Man With No Name fancam to this. i think it would go pretty hard.

Smoke you like a cigarette Choke you like a lariat Fatalistic tourniquet Do you want more?

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reading

thank you mackintosh.

i did not Adore any of these comics from the library. i sort of enjoyed Night of the Ghoul, a one-volume TPB by Scott Snyder and Francesco Francavilla. i think ive blogged about this before but every once in a while i'll get a bee in my bonnet to read some horror comics even though i am a giant baby about horror movies.

Night of the Ghoul is about how you can't save your dad from PTSD but also about a lost horror film and also about the extremely dad behavior of tracking down every scrap of info about an auteur. there's also a monster.

the subtle art changes from present day to the remains of the film to the non-film flashbacks are well done, imo. the cover screams mignola but the inside pages are really fun pulp nonsense. i love a piece of genre writing that rolls around and delights in being a piece of genre writing.

im doing my level best not to get sucked into tiktok but i DO love watching this lady revive antique nail polish and look for dupes for shades from like the 20s. she found an almost exact dupe for a shade produced during wwii which is crazy insane to me!!!

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watching

The Asphalt Jungle (1950, dir. Huston), it's a very painterly heist noir. i even like Sterling Hayden in one of the more prominent roles, even though i think he generally has the appeal of undercooked dough.

much like Fritz Lang's M, it presents the criminal element of the city as its own class with its own reputation and reference systems. it got in some trouble with the censors for having a VERY clearly laid out heist plan and execution. it's also got the babiest Marilyn Monroe in one of her earliest roles

this was such a gloriously messy movie. everyone is such a fucking mess. this woman only known as Doll is heartbreakingly, head over heels in love with Sterling Hayden's character. she's a little flighty and bumbling and silly, but determined! they're constantly orbiting the gravitational weight of her desire for this man and desire for a real life with this man. and that's just one subplot! she has maybe five minutes total screentime! she should have gotten a supporting actress oscar!!! everyone acted their fucking hearts out and it was so much fun to watch!

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playing

monument valley is in the netflix games library this month (i don't actually know what their liscencing agreements would even look like, they and the studios they worked with were very tightlipped about that when they were rolling this out three years ago) but i assume it's going to be on the service for a while. i have never played this game, which makes me feel a little bit like a bad gamer. you can tell it's ten years old from some of the color and texture choices, but WOW did literally everyone take inspiration from this game.

this is the platonic ideal of a phone game. i get why everyone went insane about it and there was a brief boom of geometry-based puzzle mobile games. it is MUCH much harder now to get people to pay money to play a game that has a planned endpoint and planned number of levels, so netflix is a good home for it.

i was often frustrated but always delighted. the level below involves making something happening that made me genuinely gasp out loud in glee. well worth the annoyance of downloading the netflix app and scrolling through the poorly labeled and poorly sorted carousel of games.

great retrospective, a bit about how you need to have tiny teams go off and just kind of fuck around and bring weird stuff back, and a lot about how they actually designed the levels

The end result had a pixel-perfect axonometric aesthetic that not only went hard on its references to Dutch master artist and printmaker Maurits Cornelis Escher, but also dug deep into classic video game design, going right back to early arcade machines and 8-bit titles. Each of the ten levels is like a piece of fine furniture, built with invisible dovetail joints and inlaid with marquetry, stuffed with secret compartments and little design flourishes. Gray cites the world of theatre and stage design, as well as graphics, as important keystones in the way the levels were constructed. ‘Ken would always talk about flower arranging, and how you frame a silhouette of a level on the screen,’ he says.

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making

update on the Phantom Menace fabric: pinked the raw edges and threw it in the laundry again with a very large quantity of vinegar. 50% poly was too high for it to really do anything, which is interesting. it didn’t lessen the seam edge effects either, which is a little annoying bc the seams were so gigantic and that’s a good chunk of fabric to lose. i am going to buy a camp shirt pattern at some point when i have money again but for now it goes in The Box

also! thrifted a pack of o-rings for jars for a dollar and finally put my grains etc in my pretty jars. they’re going to live in the pantry but today they live out on the countertop

[vole-mon-amour]

2x02, part 2.

the way Sevika is STILL loyal to Silco, even though he's dead and she doesn't have to. i saw some spoilers, but I'll say this as if I haven't: the way she doesn't like Jinx, never did, but tried to help Silco understand Jinx being upset and how she'll get around. she's loyal to Silco, therefore she's loyal to Jinx.

gosh, I love Sevika. she truly is trying her best to fill Silco's place. she was his loyal guard dog for a damn good reason.

her expressions!! let's go, Sevika, let's go. the animation is so good. it's so subtle, so smooth, you gotta pay attention to the frames.

there's something so special about both Sevika and Jinx still hanging out at Silco's office, and both Sevika and Jinx talking to Silco. i'm pretty sure Sevika didn't know that Jinx is there, so she spoke out loud, but she knew where to aim WITHOUT HURTING JINX (!!) because Jinx hang up there often enough for Sevika to remember.

listen, I have 4 favourite characters in this series and that always was the case: Silco, Jinx, Sevika, VIktor. i love them with all my heart. Sevika was always such a great character & she deserves way more love.

poetic cinema.

just shows how truly important he was, what a strong grip he had on Zaun.

i like how when Sevika throws a piece of furtinure in her outburst, Jinx doesn't even BLINK, not to mention flinch. the way they are connected to Silco and how well they truly fit (for the lack of a better word) him.

the little scowl. babygirl, i love you so much.

baby girl. baby. this is such a cool little representation of how their process looks before they draw frame by frame/animate the thing to look smooth.

i hope Jinx kicks their asses. the fact that she's coughing but she can STILL breathe in this, just like Silco did when others couldn't. take off your masks, assholes, let's see how you can handle this gas.

honestly, Vi, this is such a dirty move. you never wanted to accept that Powder was always Jinx and Jinx was always Powder. Silco loved Jinx. you? maybe, in your own way, but maybe, mostly, the idea of your little sister? because Silco would NEVER do this. he accepted Jinx for who she always was and is. if he didn't, he wouldn't allow her all those things that got him in trouble and never wouldn't give her all the materials and all the playground that she wanted.

the coughing, crying, screaming fit. i'm so :_; for her.

"Baby Blue. Right through their fingers. You must be part eel."

And you must be a whole piece of shit, beating Jinx with such hatred for all those years you couldn't bring hard to her because of Silco.

i just want to hug her and hold her tight. she's the best girl ever.

LET'S GO, THE TWO CLOSEST PEOPLE TO SILCO EVER. LET'S GOOO.

i LOVE that Sevika tried to use Jinx's gun, but Junx fixed Sevika's arm, so they exchanged the weapons. Sevika managed not to only throw Jinx her gun, but managed to catch the arm. i also love that Jinx can shoot that gun without even looking. this is a symbiotic relationship that i currently ADORE.

i'm in love with this. <3

this is adorable and made me smile so much.

the smirk. the music. the babiest baby of all babies (the baddest bitches ever).

i'm pretty sure Sevika will hate the adjustments that Jinx made to her arm but hey. it's a free fix :D it's almost 2 am and here i am, smiling. i love this show so much. i didn't know i could have so much fun with it without Silco. it's a new vibe completely.

this is BADASS.

there are SO many expressions in this little scene, i couldn't possibly fit it into this post. yeah, i'm completely in love with this so far.

babygirl, please, i am begging you, destroy Vi. Silco aka her family is gone, Vi is being an asshole to her, so she's ready, more or less. let's fucking GO.

love seeing Jinx and Sevika communicating. love the "you've got that look in your eye again, what are you planning?" which simply shows you how well she knows Jinx.

also,

"i haven't asked you for this" "it was something I could fix."

aka it was no trouble for her. she loves the mechanical stuff. she does it with ease. Sevika's strong side is the brains and brutal force, so they work well together.

[hotgirlstiles]

hey vera

this is the anon who requested the s2 cocky alpha Derek fics hehe

it's completely fine you can take as much time as you want i am just grateful that you're creating a fic rec <3 so lots of love for that

in other news, i just finished reading a motel California fic where stiles and Scott's dynamic just bought tears into my eyes whicj brings me here

hotgirlstiles what are your scott headcanons? cuz in my fanon version he is this dork who always had like a "he's my best friend i love him i will marry him so that no one can separate us and we'll play video games together" type of bestie and wow once he turned into a werewolf??? GIRLLLLLLL the possessiveness was off the charts

i also love when scott and derek are rivals lol like how siand potrays them or this one fic (apathy, apathy you'll be the death of me) really showed how GOOD AND MIND BLOWING the sciles and sterek dynamic is

I LORV TOUUUUUU uou are so so sweet to me.. 🩷🤍 you are the babiest baby anon!

AND GIRL. DO NOTTTT GET ME STARTED ON SCOTT HOLY SHIT. IM ACTUALLY INSANE CAUSE YOU AND I ARE THE SAME. i am not immune to the sciles homoerotic friendship. i am OBSESSEDDDDDD when fics have scott acting like some possessive bf! stiles indulging him! i forgottttt what fic this was but it was like scott pulling stiles away from derek/the pack and he was like “youre acting like a possessive bf! and we’re not even bfs!” and scott was soooo cute and apologetic but also saying he cant help it cause his wolf is jus possessive of stiles!): but just in a platonic “youre my anchor” way AND YALL ALR KNOWWWWW HOW MUCH I LOVE SRILES AND MELISSA BEING SCOTT’s ANCHORS 🥺🩷

i love scottderek having rhe silliest rivalry being the greatest wolf in stiles’ life… its mt fav thing WVER! anon you and i need to achieve world domination so we can let all stereks to have this mindset.. SOCIETY IF SCOTT WAS THIS SILLY POSSESSIVE PUPPYBESTFRIEND WHO JUST WANTS WHATS BEST FOR STILES AND LOVES HIM SO MUCH AND PROTECTS HIM AND HAS KILLED THEO FOR STILES

also plz share the motel fic! i should probably make a fic rec post of all my fav scott fics + ones w rlt good scottderek relationships….

[jiminjeonging]

Hello I come here with more jmj hcs this time fluffy edition lets go 🫡

-jm blows raspberries on mj tummy, and mj loves it obviously, jm loves hearing her laugh.

-whenever they hug or cuddle while laying or sitting down, jm kicks her feet out of excitement like a little kid, whenever it happens mj can't help but chuckle wondering how did she manage to fall in love with such a dork (how could she not).

-whenever jm is in the mood to annoy mj, she leaves a wet sloppy kiss on mjs cheek to leave her face full of saliva (mj acts even more annoyed after the kiss but she actually loves getting kisses from jm, she tries to do the same kiss on jms cheeks but instead of getting annoyed jm starts getting all giggly and smiley and looks at her with lovey dovey eyes)

-jm calls mj a lot of nicknames, like minjeongie, puppy, my love, baby (jagi and aegi), honey, princess, my queen, pretty girl, wifey, winty, while mj only calls jm with a few nicknames like jiminie, rina, unnie, baby or honey (im sure she calls jm honey and not baby since she is the babiest out of the two 😭) but most of the time she doesn't really use pet names except for certain occasions when she feels like it or when she really needs to express her love or her comfort to jm

-jm big spoon mj small spoon (we all knew this from a mile away)

-mjs favorite place in the world to be in is the embrace of her unnie's strong arms, and jms favourite place in the world to be in is nestled in mjs chest because hearing her heartbeat is relaxing and helps her fall asleep or calm down when she is anxious (she also loves being in her chest because touching the woobies is her top remedy for depression and anxiety, as she probably would say; a woobie a day keeps the doctor away!!)

-whenever mj is anxious or needs to fidget with something, if jm is cuddling on top of her (we all know she loves feeling jms body weight on her) she will start lightly patting jms butt like some sorta bongos and will even start mumbling "pa pa para ta ta" with the rythm of the pats, jm also finds this relaxing and will even mumble to the rythm with mj

-jm once drew herself a thin moustache and glued back her tied up hair like crazy and started acting like a butler for mj as a dare from a game with gigi once, she made mj food and gifts and called her mademoiselle with a really bad french accent for the entire day, mj was confused at first but she loved how handsome jm looked in a button up shirt and formal pants and how she got pampered for the entire day, lets just say that by the end of the day mj ended up rewarding jm for all of her pampering and jm got some love too (her mademoiselle ate her real good that night), also both gigi and nn filmed videos of jm doing the whole dare and now use it as a form of blackmail whenever jm doesnt want to do the housechores (they threaten to send the videos to ryujin and yeji)

Anywayss this was long af maybe i will post nsfw hcs next or just regular hcs and also i would love to see headcannons from other anons or from nat so lmk what yall think!!

yasss i love every single one of this so much especially jm blowing a raspberry on mjs tummy (this is something i daydream about too hehe) and jm calling mj mademoiselle like her goofy ass would def do that whenever she pours wine for her too<3<3 thank you for this!!

[saskiavalentineapologist]

please give us some crumbs about a matriach (or archs) of your choice 🤲

adele: loves plants more than people and despite having mind reading abilities she can't turn off, can't interact with people to save her life. habitually erases peoples' memory of her out of embarrassment because she knows she's awkward and can't stop

freya: has gone out into battle in sandals. has a habit of kicking gilt into solid stone walls during training (relax). fought a mechanical dragon in a wifebeater and jeans (and probably sandals). and again: ten feet tall.

octavia: babiest girl. saddest introduction of any character in the series. i would rip worlds asunder for octavia gilkes. she is everything to me. we brought her with us one time and got to show her the ocean and her and gilt played chicken with some other characters we've met.

helena: i like to say helena is "assigned goth culturally" and it's true. the woman probably has a style guide for her children and what they're allowed to wear. the farradays are On Point 100% of the time. her husband is 7 feet tall ex-assassin turned her body guard that fell in love with her and they're MARRIED (i love them)

ethalind: destructive power of a god, contained in one 7 foot tall supermodel-esq woman. she's a hedonist and her favorite activity is having sex. she's the only matriarch besides freya to exercise regularly and that's to be better at having sex.

lorelei: the matriarch i give the least amount of attention too and im sorry sweetie. she can turn into different things and we figured this out when she turned into a fifty foot long cyclops centipede with human arms. she's a hopeless romantic.

saskia: stinky <3

saskia for real: she keeps picking baby daddies out of a catalogue because she has Plans. she has a situationship with her right hand general that has lasted 100 years. if you ever see her sipping out of a wineglass know it's not wine, it's mushroom broth, she's vitamin d deficient because she spends all her time brooding in her northern tantrum castle.

I appreciate you so much buddy