#but i just woke up hewwo ! /

[mqfx]

the link goes to the ao3 home page 🥲

OH THATS RIGHT I FORGOR WE WERE MASS-MIGRATING AWAY FROM AO3‼️

well anon I am in touch with my people and we will get back to u as soon as it's available!!!!

[aequitaes]

In conclusion, Kaveh is ✨Everything✨

[tinaotaku]

Yandere childe and a clingy reader?

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Note: hewwo hewwo everyone. It's been a while, isn't it?

YANDERE! Childe (Genshin Impact) x Clingy! GN! Reader

"Love, I'm home!" Childe screamed with excitement in his tone as he opened the door to your shared house. You got up from the sofa and ran to him. Childe, who knew your personality very well opens his arms and lets you embrace him. "Ajax! What took you so long? I'm about to die from boredom!" You jokingly complained in his chest. Missing him very dearly, you took a huge sniff and sighed. Childe chuckles loudly, his chest shaking from happiness.

"Dear, I told you I have some business to attend! Besides, I am sure I didn't take that long. Anyways, what would you like to have for dinner?"

You took a moment before lifting your head from his chest and look straight at his eyes. "Shouldn't you take a shower first? You smell... weird," You pouted.

"Oh," Childe said, his tone wavering, "But I know you'll love me anyways, am I right?" Childe followed up quickly with a dumb smile on his face. Your face quickly reddens up before snorting.

"Oh, hush!" You exclaimed, shyly. Then, you push his chest gently before pulling his hand and walking towards the bathroom. "Come on, you have to clean yourself before dinner or would you like it if I clean you up instead?" Childe, happy to see his partner being happy and clingy, lets you do your thing. Though, his heart is saying otherwise.

I can't let them know, Childe thought to himself. He took a look at your excited figure then shook his head. It's better if they don't know anything.

You stop before the bathroom door before pushing his figure inside. "Okay, wash up, handsome boy. I'll prepare dinner instead. You had a long day, didn't you?" Before Childe can respond, you close the door on his face and happily walking away, Childe stops in his track and after making sure your footsteps fading bit by bit, he turn and walk towards the sink.

As he stands there, he glances at his reflection before unbuttoning his shirt. A stab wound on his stomach, wrapped in bandages, can be seen. It looks far from pretty—especially the wound reopened when you hugged him so tightly. Yet, Childe is smiling.

KNOCK KNOCK

"Dumb motherfucker picked the wrong person to fight," Childe commented, opening his bandages. "He can't just stalk my partner and live to see another day. It was funny to see him struggle. Honestly, who brought a knife with them at all time? Yet he lost after I stabbed him with the same knife he brought,"

Childe, looking at his naked wound closed his eyes. "Though this stab wound... how am i supposed to explain this to them?" Childe sighed, his head aching from trying to think of all the possible ways to explain this to you. He didn’t want to make you worry, after all.

"LOVEEEEE! I can't decide if you want noodles or rice for dinner. Any idea?" You voice pops up which makes Childe turn around and stare at the door. He take a deep breath to conceal his nervousness, "I think rice is fine, love! Give me 15 minutes, I'll join you soon,"

"Okay!" You responded and walked away,

Childe sighed before looking at his wound. "Recover fast, would you? I don't want them to be sad,"

-FAST FORWARD-

Once he steps into the dining room, he heard the main door closed shut and saw you walk from the living room with concern in your eyes.

Childe opened his eyes to see the rising sun from the window. He sits down and rub his eyes.

It seems like I woke up later than usual, Childe thought. He glanced to your side, only to find you missing. Childe brushed it off, assuming you were making breakfast. Even though he couldn’t smell anything, he still walked to the dining room, trying to figure out where you might be.

"Love? What's wrong?" Childe quickly asked, rushing to your side. You can't help but to gently putting your head on his chest, something you usually do when you're stressed or sad. Childe knew something was wrong and embraced your figure.

You whispered after a bit, "My ex died..."

"Love, oh, I'm sorry to hear that..." Childe whispered back and kissed your forehead.

"I heard from his friends that he had multiple stab wound on his body and died from blood loss... Love, I-"

"Shh," Childe quickly shutting you up and hugging you closer. "I'm sure he's in a happier place now, Love. Come, I'll make you breakfast, how does that sound?" His eyes filled with happiness as he now know that the person he murdered yesterday was your ex.

You took a moment before nodding. "I don't feel like doing anything today. Can you accompany me just for today?"

Childe push your body slightly and nods. with a smile. "Everything for my love!"

[sissy-tyler]

Magic, it just has to be magic; I don’t know what else it could be! All I wanted to do was break up with her; how could I have been so stupid? We’d been together for two years and it was clear things weren’t going anywhere, so I felt it would’ve been best if we went out separate ways. Unfortunately, Ally felt different, I guess, because all I remember was a snap of her fingers and I woke up like this!

Why am I in a dress and a diaper? Where did this nursery come from? Why is this pacifier in my mouth? Why…..why does my paci feel so comforting? Why do I feel so cute and innocent, so bubbly and happy? Why do I want to be in an even poofier dress?

“Well hewwo my widdle pwincess! I know, I know, you may feel a little different, but I promise it’s for your own good! You see, I couldn’t have you break up with me, so I decided now would be the best time to show you who REALLY holds the power in the relationship.”

I felt so vulnerable standing like this in front of Ally, yet, it felt so good. I felt so many emotions all at once, but I can feel each and every one of them slip away except peace and joy. I thought I was mad at Ally but……wait how could I ever be mad at mommy? Mommy takes care of me, she changes me, feeds me, gives me cuddles AND snuggles. Mommy is perfect and I’m….I’m her pwetty pwincess! I’ve always been her pwetty, widdle pwincess and mommy wuvs me dis way!

“Aww baby, I see you’re all happy to see me! Are those evil, big boy thoughts finally disappearing? Mhmmm, that’s what I thought. Now come to Mommy, sweetie, let’s get you changed; I can smell that diaper from here!”

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[luimagines]

BOO! Hewwo!!!

I’m sure someone’s requested this already but I wanted to add into the hype- Part 2 for “there was only one bed” 🥺 ILY HAPPY ANNIVERSARY

Of course! Thank you, Anti! You got it, Bestie!

Masterlist

This follows the first part, where you can read right here!

It includes Legend, Wild and Warrior.

Content under the cut.

Legend

Legend woke up in the middle night as thunder shattered the peace of the hour. Lightning lit up the room for brief moments of time before he was shrouded in darkness once more.

There a spark in Legend’s mind that he was home again. This was his bed. the storm was raging just before and the lightning... lit up the silhouette of his uncle as the lantern light caressed his old face. “Link.”

Legend’s breath hitched. He blinked and the vision was gone. The effects however were anything but. With his heart pounding and his breath becoming harder and harder to obtain, he could barely hold himself anchored to reality anymore.

It felt... wet? Was there water on his face?

Lightning strike again and Legend feels like he’s losing balance. He’s tossed left and right and up and down. Lightning strike again and it’s closer this time. He jumps and yells, trying to hold onto the rope and he sails the seas- no seeing an single island in sight-

“Link!” Hands land on his shoulders- shatter the second illusion of the night.

You look up at him, wide eyed and concerned. There’s a question in your eyes but it’s a gentle look. You take a breath and rub his shoulders consolingly. “It’s ok. We’re ok. It’s just a dream.”

You’re wrong about that. It was real. It was very much real and he was there and he can never see their faces again-

“Link, look at me.” You guide his face towards yours. You reach up and wipe the tears that have traitorously leaked form his eyes. Legend gulps and meets you head on, only vaguely remembering your earlier taunt. “Legend, you coward.”

He’s not a coward. He won’t let you think that of him. So help him-! Not you.

You sigh and run your hands over his hair. You stay there with him in the quiet, letting him get his breath together without saying a word. He can hear you gulp after a while and he realizes that you’re still tired too. But he’s not in a place where he can use his voice just yet. 

You don’t seem to mind though. You just keep petting him and rubbing soothing circles on his back. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Legend shakes his head. He won’t share those horrors with you. Not now. Not like this.

You hum and look away from him. You reach behind and set the pillow up again, fluffing it for good measure.

“Come on.” You push him back, letting his head rest against the pillow first. You make yourself comfortable against him next and bring the blanket back over the two of you.

Legend can feel his heart beat continue to pound against his ribcage. there’s very little that he can control in this situation. This isn’t a side of him that he wanted you to see. But like most things in his life he doesn’t get to decide who witnesses it and who gets hurt from it.

“....I’m sorry.” He croaks out at last. “I didn’t mean to wake up.”

“I don’t mind.” You reply quietly. Legend isn’t inclined to believe you.

Suddenly you start... singing? Humming. The tune is unfamiliar to him and you go back to playing with his hair. Your heart beats much calmer against his own and your breath is quiet and soft.

Legend focuses on that instead, letting the melody drift over him. Between the warmth, your weight, your attention and your song, Legend begins to let go of his panic and sorrow. The memories fade away and the storm calms down. The rain is unrelenting but the the thunder has stopped and the lightning has moved to other places of the world

Legend falls asleep once more.

Wild

Wild woke up after the sun had risen for a change. He was used to early morning and earlier chores to complete. So the quiet and undemanding morning was well worth the welcome.

He stretched and yawned, nothing thinking much of the night before before he collided with unexpected mass.

He freezes and finally opens his eyes and comes face to face your with your own. Wild gapes like a fish and can feel his heart stop beating in his chest.

“Good morning, sleepy head.” You smile. “Sleep well?”

Wild nods and daringly looks down to get more information about your position.

He didn’t anticipate to figure out that he slept with his head to your chest. The blush covers his face instantly and he scrambles to get off of you. “ Oh by the three! I’m so sorr-”

He falls off of the bed.

You blink and dive to the edge of the bed, reaching out to grab him but you were a second too slow. You pop your head over the side and scan Wild for any new injuries. “Are you ok?”

“Fine. Awesome. I’m awesome. You?” Wild can feel his body struggle to keep up with the movements that he wants to do so that he can save face and get back up to his feet.

Wild feels only a marginal drop of despair drop into his soul when he sees you grin at his expanse. By the look in your eye, you want to laugh but he’s thankful that you don’t.

“I was kept warm and comfortable.” You tease with a little wink. “But I also feel awesome too.”

“Right.” Wild brushes himself down, hoping that his blush isn’t as obvious as it feels. “Um... I should get started on breakfast then.”

“Don’t bother.” Your words cut him from his escape route. “Warrior came by earlier to see if you were awake but I told him to shut up and let you sleep. So someone is taking care of the food this time around. Who knows? Maybe we’ll get a taste of what the inn has to offer.”

Wild knows that his blush is gone by the way he pales. “Warrior came by?”

“Yup.” You reply easily.

Wild bite his lip.

You finally laugh a bit. “Don’t worry. I think I scared him enough that you won’t be teased for drooling on me.”

“Drool-?” Wild pales even further, feeling his chances slip through his fingers.

You nod and finally get out of the bed. You pull on your shirt and sure enough, there’s a small wet patch by your shoulder. “Not bad, all things considered. At least it wasn’t the entire time.”

Wild brings his hand up to cover his mouth. “That’s so embarrassing. I’m so sorry.”

You giggle and shake your head. “It was cute. I can’t even be mad. You were so out of it. How tired were you?”

A cough. “Very.”

“I could tell.” You smile and walk over to pat his head. “But don’t worry. You look a lot better now. There’s a bit of color to your face and you’re back to yourself.”

You do a little twirl and strike a pose. “What about me? Am I good?”

“Incredible.” Wild blurts out before he can stop himself.

“Good to know I wake up like this then.” You laugh and pat his shoulder as you make your way towards the door. “I’ll try and buy you some time to get ready for the day.”

“Thanks. Love you.” Wild puts his foot in his mouth and freezes.

“No problem robblem.” You respond before his other words hit you. “Wha-”

Someone calls you from just beyond the outer corridor and you’re forced to respond instead of questioning him. “Coming!”

“I’ll see you there!” Wild grins and ushered you out of the door. “I’ll be there soon enough. Thank you. You’re the best.” 

Wild shuts the door and collapses onto the floor. “Why am I like this?”

Warrior

This was a mistake.

Warrior woke up early as he normally did and found himself in a situation.

It was one he was dreaming about for a while now but he wasn’t about to hope for them to be a reality. The issue with these dreams of his suddenly becoming real was that you were the unwilling participant. And how he longed for your willing participation.

Your legs were intertwined with his. His arms were around your back and your arms held him close. You were sound asleep against him, forgoing the pillow and using his chest as your head’s resting place.

It was an honor, in his eyes. But the question is now, how does he get out without waking you up?

The sun had barely begun to rise above the horizon. It wouldn’t be fair to you to have you get up at the same time as he does. You deserved to sleep more. Especially since you mentioned having slept so horrible the night prior. 

Warrior sighed, absentmindedly running his hand over your hair. He tried to relax but this was beginning to stir something within him. Slowly, and it had to be slowly or else he risked throwing you out of the small bed as it was, he turned you around.

From there, he came to another problem. One, was that he had to get up now or else he would have to start putting his weight on you and two, you wouldn’t let go. Sure your head now rested on the pillow beneath you, but that didn’t change the way you clung to him.

Warrior let out a huff and and shook his head. With one hand to hold his body up, he had to use the other to pry your hands away from each other and eventually put them by your side once more.

That didn’t work.

Somehow, despite your still unconscious state, you felt the disturbance and weren’t having it. You clung tighter and managed to bring Warrior down to the bed once more.

Warrior has to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing at the absurdity of it all. He looks down at you, in way that could be described as lovingly and gently brushes the hair from your face. He sighs to himself and smiles. “Good morning.”

“..mmhmh...”

Warrior grins and tries again. You hold on tighter once more and Warrior chuckles to himself. “...You’re not making this easy...”

You don’t reply.

Warrior blows some of his hair out of his face and tries to come up with another solution that resolves with him getting out of the small bed, and with you still sound asleep. Frankly, he doesn’t see how to do it without trying what he did before and just... go slower. Warrior doesn’t have much faith in his own plan.

He reaches around again, gently putting as much of his weight onto the bed next to you and tries to unlatch you from his body. He goes slowly and quietly, trying his best to not over stretch himself this early in the morning.

You blink your eyes opens despite his best effort and pull your hands back to rub your eyes. “...Link?”

And oh how he longed to hear you say his name. So soft and innocent with early morning tenderness. His heart clenches in his chest and he finds himself reciprocating the tone. “Easy. Go back to sleep.”

“...What time is it?” You mumbled, already fighting the way your eyes close. “Come back to sleep.”

Warrior shakes his head. “I won’t sleep. It’ll be ok. I’ll wait for you.”

You hum and Warrior reaches over again to tuck your hair away from your face again, finally getting his feet to touch the floor as he slides out of the bed. Warrior picks up the blanket and pulls it over your shoulders, tucking you in.

“Promise?” You whisper, not remotely looking his way.

“Promise.” Warrior chances it and kisses your temple. “Sleep. We’re ok.”

Part 2

[smol4bluengine]

Big Gordon woke up with a mighty yawn. He had been asleep for quite a while and was ready to wake up and get back to his express duties. However, when he awoke, the big engine was surprised to find himself in the void of Gordon's conscious.

Big G: What is the meaning of this? Why am I not in the position of main conscious? Gordon where are you?

Big Gordon looked around the space for the original Gordon, but couldn't see him, this was concerning.

???: Hewwo!

Came a tiny voice.

Big Gordon had to look down to see the tiny being on his buffers.

The big engine had grown and swelled to a monstrous size over the years since his tenor and take over as the main personality, the cause of his size was in thanks to Big Gordon's pride and ego. The Original Gordon hadn't been able to stand up to Big Gordon, which resulted in the engine having free reign over everything.

Now though, there seemed to be a new personality.

Big G: Who are you and why are you here?

BG: Me Baby Gowdon! I new p-pew-pewson, new Gowdon!

The baby engine happily greeted.

Big Gordon though did not look happy.

Big G: Oh, the indignity! Another personality! It was already crowded in here with just the two of us!

The big engine steamed. He let out a deep sigh as Big Gordon came to the conclusion that they were now stuck with this "Baby Gordon".

Big G: So, what are you?

BG: Me Gowdon, Baby Gowdon!

Big Gordon sighed.

Big Gordon: No, little one. I mean what do you represent?

Baby Gordon looked confused.

BG: Me no pwesent.

Big Gordon felt a bit frustrated.

Big G: Like with me, I represent the big and grand parts of Gordon. While the original is heart, kindness, and fear. So again I ask, what are you?

Baby Gordon thought for a moment before replying.

BG: Me happy!

Big Gordon was not amused.

Big G: Innocence is bliss I guess.

Big Gordon looked around.

Big G: By the way, where is Gordon? He's normally close by sulking.

BG: Oh, he out with dada an mama.

Big Gordon became furious.

Big G: He what! Why did he go outside?!

BG: I wet him goes to sees mama and dada.

Big G: Why did you do that?! He's emotionally vulnerable!

BG: He needs wots of hugs and wuv from dada, mama, ganny, and ebyone!

Big G: Little engine you don't understand! Every time Gordon has been out others have hurt him! Either on purpose or accidentally. That's why I'm here, to protect him!

BG: Bu he gots bwba toos.

Big G: Scotsman? Pah, he'll no doubt will abandon us again.

Baby Gordon didn't like that.

BG: Nuh Uh! Bwba good bwba, he aways pways wit me wen he not gots twains ta puww.

Big G: Oh you sweet summer child. There's still a lot you need to learn about this world. That's why I've decided that it would be in all of our best interest that I take control once again.

BG: NO!

Baby Gordon didn't like the sound of that.

Big G: Once Gordon falls asleep out there and returns here I shall have him relinquish control to the tunnel back over to me. With any luck I should be able to convince Sir Topham Hatt to have us back in a big engine body.

BG: You meanie! Gowdon don wan tat!

Big G: I'm sorry little one but it has to be done, for both of your sakes.

[szilverer]

hewwo

made this blog primarily to dump oc content & maaaybe liveblog a bit! (its my first time engaging in a fandom space like this so im pretty lost, do lemme know if i mess up with tagging or etiquette or smth. more about me here.)

my FL acc is from 2016 but i only really started playing this august! ive finished my ambition now but theres still a lot i dont know about the lore n stuff. IGN is Hreisz, feel free to send a CC or even just random in-character letters & menace help reqs.

im always open to asks/interactions here as well, just keep in mind i might take A While to respond as i am but an hermit with the barest of executive functions

trying to use this hyperfixation to practice digital art so there'll be random experimental doodles here as i try to find out wtf i am doing. everytime i open a canvas its a surprise. youve been warned

tags:

#chaindoodles -> art tag, #chainrambles -> text tag

#the twilight phantom -> the blorbo

#nightmarriage -> my blorbo hoards trash. block this to be spared from witnessing their latest questionable decision

content warning tags:

#light fingers spoilers

#suggestive in case i draw (or write?) smth that can be perceived as saucy, spicy, horn knee, overtly kinky or implied nsfw. there wont be anything Actually explicit here though

i like #blood and injuring my characters both mentally and physically. so uh. that. possibly violence.?

??

#poor edward

So who's this "Twilight Phantom"?

nearly everything about H_______ Reisz is dictated by my actions playing FL, so they're developing in real time. been lots of fun to see this clean slate (and i mean clean - i knew nothing about the setting, the lore, or who they were, so naturally, this guy didn't either) get shaped by the narrative And my mechanical wiki-fueled decisions.

ill make a better, dedicated post eventually but for now have a vague intro + some refs under the cut:

The first thing you notice about them is the cowl lazily draped around their head and shoulders, swaying behind their back like a cape in the colours of sunrise-- or, perhaps most familiarly, the velvety twilight that the newest star every so often provides to London.  The second thing is the deep scars covering one side of their face, and the third thing would probably be the heavy eyebags under their sharp, dark eyes.

A relatively freshly-minted Silverer, H. Reisz spends more time in Parabola than London nowadays. Not that they had been in London for too long anyway, and it's not like anyone knows where they were before that either. The surface, yes, but it's a big world out there, right? They don't actually remember seeing the sun, or the sky, but H cannot deny the soft colours of twilight and sunrise have a special place in their heart. They recognise it without the memory of experiencing it, just like they recognised love in the depths of a certain Labyrinth. Hmm, two Labyrinths, actually. There was that one heiress too... and the Orphanage was inside one hell of a maze too... if they had a coin every time they found themself inside labyrinths, they'd... Uh, where were we? Well, anyway, being a new face, they had nothing to be known for so they simply gave out their surname instead. Or well, what they assumed to be their surname. "H. REISZ" were the letters sewn-in on a diminute corner of the tattered black veil that wrapped their head back when they woke up for the "first" time. They were surrounded by near-empty bottles of dried mouldy honey, absinthe, and who knows what else. Ah, the decadence... they couldn't even remember what honey could do at the time but they could recognise the stench of self-destruction right away, haha.  Alas, if things were so bad they got to that point-- maybe this explains why moving on was so easy. Maybe they had somehow lobotomized themself on purpose. Who knows? They sure don't. It was only now, a year or so after waking up, that an epithet has started to stick around-- specifically by their actions as a Silverer and the services they provided. From nightmare-slaying to fishing out vestigial memories (the irony of an amnesiac doing this is not lost on them) to guiding and safeguarding lost dreamers, their glimmering signature cowl and the way it flowed rather phantasmagorically in Parabola started to leave an impression. To many dreamers, seeing a hint of pastel twilight colors signaled safety. It signaled someone you could trust to get inside your head. :)

[grimgoregrimoire]

📚 🔪 🦴 huehue

Hewwo sorry SORRY idk your huehue just triggered that I'm sorry. So sorry. Anyway 😅 thanks for the ask! Sorry I assulted you. ily

📚 ⇢ what's the last thing you wrote down in your notes app? 

"Isn't it crazy how a room full of people can make you feel so alone?"

I woke up at 3am and scrambled to write this down 'cause I thought it was the most philosophical thing... God, I wish I could make my asleep brain write everything.

<I'm crying, man! That's how emo I am! I'm fucking crying!>

🔪 ⇢ what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

Man, there's so much weird shit.

Uhh, I think the grossest was probably about brain and blood parasites. That shit still keeps me up at night.

The worst was obviously about concentration camps and conversion therapy. That one fucking sucked ass, just reading it was awful.

The dumbest was, "What's temperature is a dead body?" The absolute clownery I felt trying to calculate was just top-tier idiocy. Jaysus.

My favorite is probably a split between Romani and Native American folk lore. I could spend hours talking about it. It's just so fascinating, and there's really nothing quite like it?

The most ridiculous was probably about beer glasses. There's like the main 8 types of beers, and then there are 13 different kinds of glasses? Something like that, I don't know. As soon as I no longer needed the information, I purged it from my brain, lol.

🦴 ⇢ is there a piece of media that inspires your writing? 

Damn, like one specific thing? I have no idea.

I would probably say music would be like the most prevalent one?

I mean, obviously, other books and folklore and stuff, but I would say music is the one consistent thing in all of my projects.

I think that it [music] helps my process, inspiration, my focus, even down to my mental health that I would I say I owe a lot to music. None of what I just said makes sense, but that's fine! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

💅😌💅

[stxneflxwers]

beat the heat.

⋯⁂ a/n: hewwo i love layla so much that i triple crowned her. i love her. i love her. love love love love- OK ANYWAYS. there's not really anything bad in here, it's just fluff to the max. there's one kiss. this is just a tiny oneshot, don't mind meeeeeeeee

⋯⁂ c.w: 351.

Layla

"Wahhhh... It's so...hot..."

"And humid."

"That too…"

That's what Layla has been whining about for the past hour or so since she woke up from a brief nap. The summer heat is so potent today that it nearly knocked her out; and of course, her persistent exhaustion helped with that. But alas, she only slept maybe twenty minutes or so. Nowhere near enough for what's needed.

While she napped, you decided to get her some ice cream. Where did you get it? Well, that's your secret, now isn't it? Either way, her heart was put to immediate ease when you returned home with two cones of ice cream. She didn't quite understand what was in your hand, but when you mentioned it was a cold treat, she was already making grabby hands at you.

She licks away at her sweet treat very lazily, still not quite awake from her heat-induced nap earlier. And instead of her usual clothes, she dons a baby blue sundress that's printed with little white stars all over. The combination of loose clothes and a cold dessert really helps her cool down. She swears she's now eternally indebted to you.

Even though you told her it's fine, you've been dating for many months now, and that any good partner should help out their lover—

"Wuhhh… Oh!! We're dating!!" She then blushes as hot as the sun that had nearly scalded her earlier. She turns her head away from you, flustered to near death.

…She's almost too cute for you sometimes.

"Hey. Look at me for a sec." You pester gently.

"Huh—" She turns back to you, sleepy eyes looking over at you with an almost wet gloss on them.

"You got a bit of ice cream right…here~," You coo, leaning in and pecking her lips before licking the bit of ice cream off the top of her lip.

"Wah!!!" She squeals and then passes out, flopping back onto the couch you were both sitting on together. Her poor ice cream lands on her face.

"Oh, Layla, what ever am I going to do with you?"

[catc345]

Haiii

Drew him

Sorry if its kinda bad

Hewwo, I just woke up and omg. Thank you for the fan-art! It's so cute and adorable! I like it! :33

[maebird-melody]

Hewwo! How happy is Danny in Happy Danny?

It is going, perhaps predictably, Not Well. I started that WIP in an attempt to counteract the overwhelming angst tendencies of this fandom. And, well, it is Rather Difficult to make a happy story out of a show whose premise is essentially “the protagonist is half dead and his parents want to rip him apart molecule by molecule because of this fact.”

Before I sent this ask, the only word in the WIP was “Danny.” But you inspired me to actually write happy Danny, so I’ve written some which I’ll snip in here:

Danny woke up the day after the accident with a sense of lightness in his body, like he was floating ten feet above the bed. A pleasant change from the soreness in his arm and the buzzing in his head of yesterday, but still strange. It was only when he opened his eyes to turn off the alarm that he realized it didn’t just feel like he was floating—he was actually levitating, like one of those tricks magicians did with the figure above the table. Except he wasn’t a magician, and he was midway to the ceiling above his bed. Of course, the moment he realized this, the spell broke, and he came down onto the mattress with a bounce and a plop. He stared up at the ceiling, stunned silent. What just happened? He reached over and shut off the alarm. It was still a school day, and his parents had told him that if he was feeling up for it in the morning, he'd still have to go. Weird morning levitating or no. Danny sprang from the bed, still feeling that sense of lightness as his feet came down gently on the carpet. It was almost like— A grin slowly spread across his face. He leapt forward, floating gently over the carpet before coming to land on the hardwood floor six feet away. “This is one small step for man—” He leapt again, giddiness tumbling around in his stomach as he crested the arc and started moving towards the floor again. “—And one giant leap for mankind!” Do I have superpowers?! Whatever that portal did to him, Danny sure was having fun.

There we go, some happier post-accident side effects.

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Good afternoon! How are things going for you today?

hewwo i just woke up from a nap. today was ehh, my brain decided to be overwhelmed today so much that thinking was genuinely upsetting, so i took a nap. i think given such a big change lately and other things within it between then and now are just hitting me harder today. its frustrating cuz theres stuff i wanna do like get an nsfw blog going etc etc but the overwhelm im dealing with is just preventing me from even thinking further on what i even wanna do for a damn theme.

my poor brain lmao. how are you doing today?

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Hewwo I just woked up. I'm gonna be going to work later but I will try to get some replies and stuff taken care of soon.

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haha i apparently was not on that corner of tumbls when this was happening if you have the time i would love a tumblr of yore Barack Obama dream story

AHAHA, hi anon!!!! I wasn't on tumblr at the time that they were a Thing either, but I can direct you to a sort-of masterpost and one of the ones I find most iconic! In the meantime, searching up "barack obama tumblr dreams" provides a WEALTH of results, including ones I hadn't seen before!!

Barack dreams compilations:

[ID: A long Tumblr thread that reads:

MindfulWrath: honestly "i'll do whatever you want—then perish. is the single most powerful exchange possible in the english language and it's from some bizarre "hewwo" obama rp

falling-towers: And there was that other post where someone dreamt that Obama said -violence for violence is the rule of beasts' like what is it about Obama that makes people come up with such raw fucking dialogue for him

TwoFingersWhiskey: my mother had a dream where he lived in the forest and she had a cigarette with him and he said "to become god is the loneliest achievement of them all" and put it out and walked into the mist and i've never fucking forgotten that

IHateEverythingComic: I once dreamed that a giant meteor was headed for earth, and the government had set up loudspeakers throughout the cities so Obama could give a final address - I'll never forget how strangely comforting it was when he said "there are places we've never been before. Some of us have never been to the Alps, some of us have never been to Marrakesh. The next life is simply another place we've never been before, and we're all going to go explore it together."

not-regan: I had a dream my family housed the Obamas for a weekend and one morning Obama made us oatmeal for breakfast and, looking at my disappointed face because I don't like oatmeal. he said "regardless of what we taste. if we eat together. we are happy."

tinysaurus-rex: Once I dreamt that Michelle Obama was running a campaign to give homes to all the feral pigeons and her husband came to my house and gave me a pamphlet that just had a picture of a pigeon on it and he looked me in the eyes and said "who would you be without them?" End ID]

One of my faves ever:

[ID: A Tumblr post which reads:

kumagawa: had a dream obama and the guy who plays air guitar at the mall were about to fight and obama said " violence for violence is the rule of beasts " and i woke up because that was the rawest shit i ever heard

raffleupagus: I can't fucking get over this. It has to be my favorite line of dialogue in any work of fiction in 2016

(Quote written in bold and italics) "Violence for violence is the rule of beasts" - Barack Obama. End ID]

Right also here's the post plus my tags for context :)

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Two hours. I got two hours of sleep. I’m so frustrated with myself.

Went to the ER. Everyone was very nice. They gave me an IV bag of fluids (I was dehydrated! Sad cactus!) and a little ativan (teeny dose), which was nice at the time! Just a little amount, but the (mostly) quiet room, fluids, and meds managed to relax me a lot. Could have fallen asleep if the bed was actually comfortable. Then they packed me up, gave me another little Ativan to take home for tonight, and said they’d contact my primary. Cool cool. Got some much needed food on the way home, then took the pill and got comfy. Again, smallest dosage they make, so no feeling too good. Managed to muscle past my anxiety to fall asleep, and… 2 hours. Woke up. Tried to go back to sleep. Too frustrated and anxious and I feel like crap. What should I do? Just eat a whole gummy and hope that knocks me out? For me, that feels like playing roulette. Could work, yeah. Could make me sleepy and pliable. Could also backfire and make me feel sick and extra anxious for another 5 or 6 hours. What do I do? Roll back up to the ER? “Hewwo, I woke up and I need more benzos 👉👈🥺” haha funny, but I’ve seriously been thinking about it 😑

God, I’m miserable. Been sitting outside on the porch for a bit. Not quite an hour. Needed to get out of the apartment, but tbh, nearly 4am outside isn’t doing much for me. I just feel alone. It wouldn’t help with sleeping, per se, but just someone, I dunno, hugging or holding me for a few minutes would honestly save me a little. What a mess. Oh yeah, and apparently my kidneys are going 👎👎👎 down. Bad meat. Not great test results. Not what I’m focusing on tonight. I’m a mess. Anyway, this was my update. Sorry for all the walls of text. Suppose this is mainly for me to look back on in the future, but can’t pretend it’s not at least a little validating to put this all out into the world and knowing that maybe one or two people read this and I didn’t suffer completely without recognition. Yeah…

[mukuberry]

what the heck is going on with this collab i just woke up hewwo