#but yeah i really like my globes :D

[justarandombrit]

Never really been on the geography side of Tumblr before, but I wanted to share that, as of yesterday I now have three antique globes!

If anyone cares, I might post some close-up pics to see if anyone can help me date them (especially since the big one's in Japanese and the little guy's in German) but for right now, I just wanted to share my mini collection!

[osachiyo]

⊹ note. . .stole this idea from my wife's thoughts :( so sorry stinky but it was too hot− you are truly a genius <3 ya'll she did one here so go check hers out as well !!! >:( | no warnings, it's pretty straightfoward− you ride kolya's face with clown makeup on <3 kolya eats ass btw he told me (mdni)

↓ divider is by @/cafekitsune !! :D

you finally pulled away from your boyfriend− the clownish makeup suiting him perfectly. it was totally his style too, and he loved it. though you will say, the process of actually putting the makeup on him was quite....exhausting. he kept touching random products and asking you stupid questions like−

"hey- baby, what does this do?" he was holding up a container of concealer, pumping some out and rubbing it on his hands like soap. you quickly snatched the bottle away from him− facepalming as he sniffed his hand and looked up at you with a grin. "don't waste the product, kolya! this was like− 30 dollars!" you scolded, putting it away from his reach. nikolai only pouted before sitting still and letting you resume your work.

yeah, that was very irritating but whatever, right? at least the suffering was worth the final product. god, did he look like the most handsome clown ever− towering over you with a malicious grin as he slowly backed you up against the wall. "my my, what a pretty lady we have here? why has such a beauty like you come to this humble clown?" ugh, was he really getting into character right now? whatever, you figured it would be fun to play along, right?

"well, mister clown, I wanted to see what tricks you have up those sleeves of yours~" you spoke slowly, feigning innocence as you gave him your best doe-eyes, getting on your tippy toes to wrap your arms around the so called "clown's" neck− his lips stretching to reveal a downright maniacal grin as he gripped your waist, "oh my ! well, I'd be glad to show you a very... special trick of mine.."

and that's how you ended up seated comfortably on nikolai's face− him being nose deep into your gushing cunt as you gripped the headboard. "f-fuck− kolya! feels so good.." you babbled, basically humping his face− the lipstick you put on him earlier now completely smudged, some of it even stained your inner thighs− and of course on your pretty little clit.

he didn't tease− nor did he want to this time, much to your surprise. and who were you to complain when his tongue was buried deep inside of you? his pointy nose nudging your clit as he devoured you like his very last meal on earth. his hands were grabbing the plush globes of your ass− fingernails digging into the soft fat which were for sure to leave marks the following morning.

"s-shit− doll," he moaned into your cunt, eyes rolling back behind closed lids as he went drunk from your taste. you tasted like the sweetest ambrosia to him and god, was it nasty how his tongue pulled out of your pussy to lick at your puckered hole− a squeal leaving your mouth at the new sensation. your hips were shaking at this point, nails digging into the hard wood of your bedpost and leaving small indents. kolya only snickered at your reaction before going back to slurp at your cunt.

you felt borderline intoxicated by the feeling of his tongue pushing in and out− nose repeatedly brushing against your swollen clit and something in you finally snapped.

nikolai let out a guttural groan when you grabbed a fistful of his snowy hair before grinding down on his face. his eyes widened momentarily at your bold move, slurping your juices with even more ferocity and eagerness− he was desperate to have you cum all over his mouth.

and you did, squirting all over his face with a broken moan leaving your plump lips− your lover happily gulping down everything you had to offer.

you finally got off his face once he was done cleaning you up, and god was he drenched. nikolai's face was flushed down to his neck, the makeup completely ruined− leaving him looking utterly debauched. a sleazy grin splayed on his swollen red lips but his eyes held mischief, "didn't expect you to squirt f'me, sweetheart. should've done this ages ago."

"yeah, yeah− lets clean up now, hm?" you sighed, running a hand through your mess of a ponytail. "oh, but we haven't even gone to the good part yet~" he pouted, wrapping his arms around you as he buried his face into your neck, breathing in your scent.

"I'll suck you o−!" you got cut off by your own yelp when nikolai picked you up by the back of your knees− your back flush against his heaving chest.

"nuh uh, dove. i'm gonna fuck you and fill you up till i'm satisfied.." he laughed, slapping the tip of his cock against your sensitive cunt.

"after all.. you wanted to see what tricks this clown has up his sleeves, right?"

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[mllersjoel]

you're obsessed

you're obsessed

Pairing: Jamie Tartt x fem!actress!reader

Warnings: swearing, no use of y/n

Summary: jamie tartt fic where he has a huge crush on an actress and sees her at a richmond event and she flirts w him he’s really shy bc he likes her but they hook up after idk

Wordcount: 1.6k

A/N: didnt manage to write any smut bc this was getting way too long teehee :D general warnings for swearing.

writing comms are open!

“Oi, Tartt! Stop stalking your actress and give me some laps,” Roy yells, shaking Jamie from his reverie. Jamie is not stalking her instagram. He’s just not; because a stalker would have notifications on as they obsessively checked their profile at least four times every minute. Jamie is only checking once every five minutes, and he doesn’t even have her notifications on. So there. Suck it, Roy.

“Fine, don’t give yourself an aneurysm,” he mutters, taking a quick minute to stretch before he’s running around the pitch. He just has a crush. That’s all. A little one. He first saw you in some thriller that came out last month, and something about you had him hooked. Initially he thought it was just the character you played, a regular yet charming civilian, pulled into the crime world. After watching (admittedly, way too many) interviews, he realised it wasn’t the character. It was you.

You with your witty remarks and comments. The way you laughed good naturedly and poked fun at your costars. The way you were clumsy and scatterbrained, in a terribly endearing way.

It didn’t help that you were also gorgeous.

So, yeah. Jamie had a slight crush. It was fine, though, because you were currently based in Los Angeles (you were in a new Marvel movie) and had no plans of coming to the UK anytime soon. 

“She’s right fit, though,” Isaac says, nudging Jamie as he runs past. 

Jamie feels his stomach tighten with jealousy before he catches himself. Why was he jealous? He didn’t know you and you probably didn’t even know he existed. Well, maybe you did, because he was sexy and a hot football player. Did you even watch football? Would you watch it if you knew he was in it?

Jamie remembers hearing something about a parasocial relationship from Keeley and resolves to not think about you.

At least while he was training.

***

He’s spraying on cologne in the locker room when Keeley bursts in, all smiles and pep.

“Oh. My. Fucking. God!”

“Is everything alright?” Ted asks, breaking away from Coach Beard who as far as Jamie could tell, hasn’t said anything but is managing to have a full conversation with Ted.

“You will not believe who I booked for this years’ Gala!”

Roy’s ears perk up at this as he slides into the conversation. “The Muppets?”

“No, Roy,” Keeley says, exasperated, “not the fucking Muppets. Only the hottest new actress on screen right now!”

At this point, all the boys have gathered around Keeley, jostling each other and trying to see the screen of her phone. Jamie fights his way to the front, and when his eyes focus on Keeley’s phone, he’s pretty sure his heart drops into his stomach.

It was you. There. With your smile and your eyes and your name and a headline.

You were coming to their Gala.

You.

He feels his heart drop into his stomach. This couldn’t be real. Maybe it was a mistype, or someone accidentally said they scheduled you but in reality you were on the other side of the globe. It was faked. It had to be.

He broke away from his team, practically running back to the changing rooms. Opening up your instagram, he pulled up your story. There, you had reposted the announcement.

Oh. Oh fuck.

***

On the day of the Gala, Jamie seriously considers hiring a stylist rather than just going with his gut. He needs to look good. Tonight is most probably one of the most important days of his life. His favourite actress, coming to his club’s Gala. Maybe, if he plays his cards right, you’ll bid on him.

Wait. Who was he kidding? He’s Jamie fucking Tartt. Of course you’ll bid on him. He could wear a trash bag and you’d bid on him, because he is just that fucking sexy.

Right?

He shoots a quick text to Keeley, desperate for a second opinion.

Me:

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thoughts? Xx

Keeley:

Ur hot babes!!

Gonna knock em dead xx

Lose the tie u look like a prick <3

He takes one last look in the mirror, running his hands through his hair. Yeah. He’s gonna show up and be so cool. He’s so cool.

***

They’re taking pictures on the carpet, and everyone can tell Jamie is not all there. He barely tells the paparazzi to take pictures of his good side, following it up with “And that’s any side.” His eyes keep darting around, every scream and shout of delight sending his stomach in knots in case you’re the one to step out of the limousine.

Maybe you just won’t show up. Maybe you were already inside.

He can’t decide which option is worse.

When he’s at the end of the carpet, about to head inside, he hears whistles and screams, different from the ones before. These sound a lot more excited, filled with more adrenaline and anticipation. Or maybe he’s just projecting. 

He turns, and sure enough, you’re there.

Stunning. That’s the only thing he can think of. You smile beautifully at the photographers, working the crowd with ease. It was as if you were friends, had a solid rapport with them with the way you were conversing back and forth.

“Close your mouth. You look like a fucking basking shark,” Roy says, elbowing Jamie in the stomach.

He flinches back, giving Roy a shove in return. “Oi, what was that for?”

“You’re not gonna make a good impression with you gawking like a fucking idiot. Go say hi or something. Be fucking normal.”

Jamie sends Roy an affronted look. “I am normal, you old bastard. Just because we don’t act like how you did in the 1800s doesn’t mean I’m being an idiot.”

Roy just growls, shoving past him into the building.

Jamie takes a step forward to follow when a voice catches his attention.

“Hey! You’re Jamie Tartt, right?”

He turns on instinct, a winning smile already plastered on his face. “I’ll do autographs once—you.”

You raise your eyebrows slightly, waiting for him to go on. “Once I what?”

“You’re, um, you’re her.” He says your name, almost reverently.

Your grin widens, almost giddy. “You know who I am?”

“I follow you—” before he could say more, your manager rushes in behind you, ushering you inside. You wince at him, apologetic, before heading inside.

Jamie stands there, dumbfounded. 

I follow you?  That’s what he had to say? Now he really does sound like a stalker. He scrubs his hand over his face, groaning in disappointment.

He’s gonna make it up to you. He has to.

***

Inside, he sees he’s sat with Ted and Roy as well as a few other people and an empty seat next to him. He largely ignores his own table, trying to catch sight of you and not succeeding in the slightest. He huffs a sigh of annoyance, sliding into his seat.

Ted notices his glum aura, nodding sagely. “It’s the oysters, isn’t it? Because I know they have to try to make the flavour appeal to everyone but adding this much lemon is just downright insultin’.”

“It’s not the oysters, coach.”

Ted frowns. “The placemats? I was never really an eggshell white person myself but—”

“Jamie’s pining over an actress he thinks I don’t see him stalk on insta when he’s supposed to be running drills,” Roy cuts in, tired of Ted’s guessing.

“I’m not pining,” Jamie pouts, crossing his arms in a decidedly not childish way.

Before Roy could get another rebuttal out, the seat next to him is being filled, and once again he sees you, smiling at him. “Actresses are overrated,” you say, placing your napkin over your lap, “trust me.”

Jamie’s blood runs cold, convinced the universe is playing a cruel trick on him. Running into you is an absolute dream, he’d never deny that, but running into you with both Ted and Roy there? He may as well be taken out back and shot.

He must’ve been sitting there agape for too long, because before he knows it, Ted is reaching a hand over and giving yours a shake.

“Ted Lasso, it’s a pleasure to meet ya’. I absolutely loved you in that thriller that came out last June. Had me on the edge of my couch! And I know Jamie here liked it as well, he was bawling a right mess by the end of it.”

You turn to look at Jamie, and having the full force of your attention on him made him nearly choke on air. “Were you really?”

Jamie licks his lips, trying to gain some composure. “Bawling is sayin’ a lot, really. More like a reasonable cry.”

You nod along, clearly not buying it. 

“I’ve been keeping up with your games this season. The goal you scored against West Ham the other day was seriously impressive. You were practically miles away from the net.”

Immediately, Jamie perked up. “You like football?”

“Well, I’m no expert, but I definitely try to watch all your games if I can.”

Jamie leans in, feeling bold and taking your hand in his. “Richmonds games? Or my games?”

You shrug. “Depends on the hair.”

He laughs, leaning back in his chair, body turned towards you. Maybe tonight won’t be so bad after all.

[writinandcrying]

TMNT HEADCANON - Turtle of choice x reader (GN)

Reader’s Birthday

the first slice goes to.. / showing love through cake lol

It’s a tradition in my country to give the first slice to the person you love the most during your birthday, so here a tiny Headcanon for how the turtles would react to it!

Here a demonstration of this wholesome act, TW cute kids

Reader and TOC (turtle of choice) are still on the “crush stage”, doing with the 2003 boys cuz I’ve recently started watching the show! (I only remember bits it cuz I was pretty young when it aired lol, I love how the very beginning shows how they found out a new lair, how they met april, how they barely got any human contact before meeting her, it’s super cool and has some fresh concepts comparing to most canon narratives, if you haven’t watched the 2003 series I highly recommend it)

Anyways, let me know if you would like me to do other versions as well :) hope you guys like it, feedback is welcomed 🫶

English is not my first language so I apologize for any grammar mistakes !!

Mikey

🛹 He’s deadass behaving like this after you tell him the meaning behind giving the first slice (i love this gif lol)

🛹 “AWW !! ANGELCAKES!!” Hugs you so tightly you barely have time to move the tiny slice to the nearest surface you can find, one second later the cake would have gotten smushed between you two

🛹 good luck if you have labyrinthitis, he WILL spin you around a few (at least 5) times to show how appreciative he is of the gesture

🛹 he’s not letting you go for a hot second

🛹 Sees this as an opportunity to finally kiss your cheeks, he has always wanted to but never really had a “reason” to without making things awkward, this is his perfect chance!

🛹will randomly give you kisses through out your stay

🛹 Gets addicted to it, your skin are much softer and smoother than theirs, does a mental note to give more attention to this area from now on

🛹 If you blush to his antics tho? Oh he is DONE for

🛹if you placed a microfone to his chest it would def broadcast the sickest beat

🛹 boom boom boom boom 💥

🛹Actually he will cling to you, will do anything you want or ask for, it’s your princess / prince / royalty day!

🛹 Pls confess to the poor boy lol he’s actually anticipating it now

🛹 Literally vibrating with joy, expect lots of hugs from him

🛹 Your bday will become his favorite “holiday” (yes for him it’s a holiday now )

Donnie

🔬”Cake time! “ Mikey sings out loud as he has been patiently waiting for your arrival to sing happy birthday

🔬you insist that Donnie gets the first slice tho, and he definitely reads into why you are persistent of him instead of younger brother

🔬he of course accepts it, but D keeps it quiet most of the evening, doesn’t want to put you on the spot, but he can swear he saw a faint blush adore your cheeks when you looked towards him

🔬 will ask to speak in private with you, hopefully when the “birthday commotion” dies down a bit, he definitely doesn’t want to deal with Raph’s and Mikey’s “oooooh” and “get it Donnie!” Teasing remarks

🔬He still deals with it tho, cuz I mean, brothers.

🔬 Donnie shows the reason why he pulled you over, a PowerPoint complication of several different birthday traditions around the globe he has read some before setting up the party earlier

🔬 “Isn’t it interesting?? “Totally trying to cover up his main question, did you or did you not give him the first slice? aka just said in front of EVERYONE that HE is your favorite person in the entire world?????

🔬 “one of the most wholesome ones I’ve fond was this one, apparently, I mean, if you wish to, you give the first cake slice to your- erm, to the person it means the world to you…”

🔬 “that one is pretty cute, yeah” you chuckle, looking down as his nervous hands, fidgeting with a random prototype he decided to hold it for moral support while showing of his presentation

🔬”were you.. aware of such tradition? “ Donnie finally looks towards you, searching for any indication of you confirming his suspicions, eyes shining with anticipation

🔬 “I was- I am aware of it Donnie” you smooth your hand on top of his as you caress it tenderly

🔬 literally let’s out the dorkiest giggle you have ever heard in your entire life

🔬 the “school girl / Kicking my feet” kinda giggle

🔬 cover his mouth right after he lets it out. Don is mortified, embarrassed as hell, deadass wants to crawl in a hole and die after he lets it out

🔬 Relaxes a bit after he sees you giggling as well

🔬 asks more about your birthday traditions, past birthdays memories you had to break the ice (that’s his way is being smooth)

🔬 please be noted, He does not let go of your hand, man is making his moves

🔬 but just a heads up; this moment will live rent free in his mind for MONTHS on end, for his sake (and his brothers sake as well) confess as soon as you can

Raph

🧨 says he doesn’t want it right off the bat

🧨 It’s not that he doesn’t want to accept your feelings, he actually has no ideia about this tradition whatsoever, if you have ever told him before, he definitely forgot it

🧨 Plus, I’m a firm believer most Raph’s aren’t really into sweet treats, they doesn’t want to mess with his diet or can’t handle much sugar (gym rat tendencies)

🧨 You try to empathize how special it would be for you if he accept it

🧨 you really don’t wanna say why tho, like, this is already really embarrassing as it is

🧨 just take the cake man, damn

🧨 mikey for the rescue! literally shoves the cake down his throat after Raph guarantees he doesn’t want it

🧨 Things get a bit awkward after that, you really don’t want to showcase that such a small thing had an affect on you

🧨 But there’s a tiny part of you that feels rejected, unconsciously start to shut down

🧨 Raph is extremely perspective of this, much the second youngest, he start to analyses what could have gone wrong, did something happen before you came to celebrate your birthday? Is someone bothering you? Should he teach them a lesson?

🧨 Will antagonize Donnie to check cameras around your area and work place

🧨 But it’s donn who comments about the birthday tradition

🧨 Will literally get so mad when he finds out lol

🧨 Feels SO stupid, Jesus Christ

🧨Will bark at mikey to spill the cake out, that was his slice

🧨”Dude, that was a week ago!

🧨 “I don’t care. Spill. it. out.”

🧨 “Raph, he probably already, uh- processed it out? “

🧨 “you guys are freaking disgusting, do we really have to discuss this at the dinner table?”

🧨 Will randomly show up at your place with a tiny red cake, a bit messy, but still pretty cute

🧨 “my birthday was last week, im pretty sure you were there to witness” you let out a chuckle, trying to ease out the undeniable tension in the air

🧨” this is my cake “

🧨 “ok..?”

🧨” …and I want you to have the first slice “

🧨 Oh.

🧨 OH.

🧨 oh.

Leo

🎏 Unlike his brother, Leo could never forget it

🎏He literally has a folder in his brain just for stuff you tell him

🎏Stores it like the most precious piece of information anyone has ever given him

🎏 It took him a really long time to process his feelings for you, but once he does it, he treasures every single moment he has with you

🎏 you don’t even have to say anything when he sees you holding the plate to his direction, holding a mix of surprise and yet seriousness look on his face

🎏it’s like eveything it’s suddenly in slow motion, The determination behind his eyes makes you concerned a bit

🎏”Thank you, y/n”

🎏He bows to you

🎏 His brothers have no ideia what that was but they are def crackling up a storm

🎏 “what was that????”

🎏 “Tone it down, splinter junior, it’s just a cake”

🎏 what the boys don’t see it’s you being absolutely speechless and looking like a tomato as Leo takes his slice

🎏 you are the one over-analyzing the situation here

🎏What did he meant by that bow? does he remember what you told him ages ago? He wouldnt simply just bow for a slice of cake, would he?

🎏It fuels a fire inside of you and him, both extremely aware of each others lingering touches and thoughtful gestures from now on

🎏This goes on for a while, this whole… mutual pining stage can be tricky, but when reciprocated, it’s so nice to navigate through, and honestly quite addicting

🎏 a confession won’t even be necessary, leo and you get together over thoughtful acts, your first kiss was under the mistletoe on Christmas was an easy feat, yes, it was barely a brush over eachother lips, but still just felt natural, like it was supposed to be

🎏the midnight kiss in new years was a whole other thing, hands gripping on each other, his hand holding the nape of your neck like his life depended on it, you two couldn’t get enough of each other, waiting for so long to actually make a move after the cake incident

🎏 you finally make it official on his birthday, gracing you a smile and a light peck as he gently places the slice right in front of you

[centrally-unplanned]

I love deconstructing 'lifestyle' articles like these, they are such a gold mine of biases and narrative formation by the chattering classes. Here we have a wonderful premise:

Now, Ms. Margo is living a dream of many American women who are seeking relationships abroad, some of whom cite the toxic dating scene in the United States

Well, no objection from me that the US has toxic dating norms. But, hm, idk, 'many women' - is this a true trend amoung the American Female? Lets see who this article features:

Ms. Margo fell in love with the city (and its men). She found a gig teaching English in Paris and moved there after she graduated from Sarah Lawrence College in May 2019.

Okay, not *that* crazy but I do think I know what kind of Sarah Lawrence grad gap years in Paris before her law degree;

For Cindy Sheahan...At the end of 2017, she quit her job and traveled throughout Southeast Asia for leisure, and she started using Tinder.

That isn't...most people can't list as their full time job "Dating in Thailand";

For Frantzces Lys...she started a podcast called “Chronicles Abroad” with her co-host, who had met Ms. Williams, 40, in Malaysia. In 2018, Ms. Lys interviewed Ms. Williams, the founder of a consultancy, and the two kept in touch. They started dating years later.

Oh yeah the extremely relatable situation of a podcast host and boutique consultancy founder travelling to Mayalsia!!

“When you decide to just live your life for yourself, you actually end up stumbling upon people that match your energy and the same ideals and values,” said Ms. Lys, a 42-year-old founder of a wellness company.

Oh a wellness company, who hasn't founded one of those!!! And a link to their company, wow thanks NYT, that was definitely gonna be my follow-up for Ms. Lys:

Cepee Tabibian, who moved to Madrid at 35 from Austin, Texas, felt similarly.

Okay that could be normal, what do she d-

In 2020, she met her partner, who is Spanish. Now, she is the founder of She Hit Refresh, a community that helps women over the age of 30 move to a different country.

Jesus fucking Christ none of these people are real. They are full-hog in the industry of packaging and selling their Life of Insight & Discovery for $500 an hour over zoom sessions to non profits hosting leadership seminars, their dating isn't dating its brand management. I don't doubt they authentically love their life but this, shockingly, is not a trend, is not a sample, is not ethnographic data, this is an ad buy by a sliver of globe-trotting wealthy woman masquerading as journalism.

Absolutely the only relatable person is:

Alexis Brown, for example, noticed a lack of “effort and intention” from the men she was dating in Atlanta, where she attended Spelman College.

When she traveled across Europe for vacation from October 2022 to January 2023, however, the people she dated made it clear that they wanted to spend time with her.

Who takes way more words than is necessary to tell me she had a polycule stretching from Paris to Prague during her study abroad, which, good for her, that is what study abroad is for. Shockingly, this is not a new development in the collegiate experience!

Buried amoung the branded bullshit is Alexis's real gem and the only true 'thesis' of the article:

“The dating culture in the U.S. is that it’s cool and normalized to be indifferent to someone and not really express how you genuinely feel,” Ms. Brown, 23, said.

Which is essentially that in Europe people will "express emotion" unlike the cold, busy America. I don't doubt this, but I would hope a writer at the NYT's could have slightly more social awareness; the 'reason' Americans do not "express emotion" is that if they did you would dump them right on their ass on the first date.

Someone telling you, to quote Ms Margo:

“This one guy was like, ‘I ran through traffic just to look into your eyes once, and if you don’t want to go on a date with me, I can die happy knowing that I just met you,’” said Ms. Margo, a 28-year-old English teacher from Los Angeles.

As an opening line is cringe and uncomfortable, because they do not know you. They are lying and you know they are lying, it is a horrible foundation for a long term relationship. American dating norms have been hammering this lesson home on every participant (but if we are being honest, its primarily women hammering this home on men) and it is probably right to do. Anyone who does this lacks credibility.

But when you are in ~*Paris*~, you don't care about their credibility, because you lack it yourself. You are on vacation, you have no future, just a sequential present. If the guy who tells you your eyes are his world turns out to be a clingy failson who requires at least a blowjob a day to keep his mood stable, you can just *get up and leave the country*, you cannot be trapped because nothing is keeping you there. By placing an ocean between yourself and your social standing you can radically change your standards.

And you know what, there is something to that! Maybe the 18-point-checklist you mentally process every Tinder swipe through as you plan out your dream wedding on Cape Cod to a status-swollen ghost in a Tom Ford speckle-gray blazer while on lunch break from your quant analysis job at a digital marketing start-up in Chelsea isn't the best baggage to bring into a first date! Through radically shifting your social context it might be possible to jar your brain out of what is holding it back. Its not what you found in Paris, but what you left behind in America, that could actually make a difference... and that reality could give this article some heft.

But then say that instead of trying to sell me on the idea that:

For Ms. Margo, a Black woman who attended predominantly white institutions throughout her school years, she felt ignored in the United States, as if she “was not an option,” she said. In Paris she felt seen.

France is less racist than the campus of Sarah Fucking Lawrence against black people. No wonder the humanities are dying if they are teaching this level of self awareness.

[infraaa]

no , buna ziua or hello . Idk if the reqs are open or not but if they are may i request of a Longan Dragon smut oneshot with a bratty reader?(mate , smut oneshots of Longan are inexistent , i need more, i crave for more longan stuff)

『yeah I def agree w you babe but like… holy shit. are we gonna die or are we gonna d i e die die D I E . . .』

𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃

longan dragon x bratty!gn!reader

tw // bratty behavior, master dynamic, hair pulling, asphyxiation play, double penetration, oral with another partner, degredation, voyuerism, bondage, riding, dragon rut, MAJOR CNC/SOMNOPHILIA

baker's notes // BAD DRAGOOOOOOONNNNNN AHAHAHAHAH

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

“A-AaaAaaA-AAahh! L-L-Lonnngaaaan-n-n-n! T-Too’o muuuch!”

Guess what time it is! It’s spring time, which means all the animals across the globe get to repopulate and multiply like jackrabbits. Dragons are no exception. Longan’s ruts hit them like tidal waves— they’ve been around for so long that they stopped keeping track of when they start and stop, and when the next rut may come up. They wake up in their ivory silk bed, hot and sweaty… ugh, disgusting. They take a shower, try to clean themselves up, but it’s nothing to do all that. Because they have another problem on their hands. You.

See, you see their ruts come up and you find this as an opportunity to be as bratty as possible. You wanna try and help them get through this period, however the way you do it… oh honey, you gotta be careful.

You started wearing their clothes, their beautiful and deicate dresses, having them tailored to you kind of. Drinking out of their cups, parading out in the middle of the night while they oversaw the oceans below with their white silk robe on, with barely anything underneath, with your scent wafting into their already sensitive nose... like oh my god, they're about to tear their own goddamn ivory hair out.

Until one day...

One fucking day. Oh G O D S. You fucked up. You fucked up bad. Time to wake up. And oh you woke up aight.

Because when you woke up, you could feel something at your sex... prodding there, as well as rough yet diffused grunts of pleasure. You felt your lower body lift up and tilt to the side before your eyes focused in the morning light of your bedroom. When your eyes focused in, you could see two misty golden orbs in a black sea, looking down on you with primal intent, sighing with a clean glare laden on their brow. Two cocks swirled at your sex with urgency, wanting so bad to enter you... oh if they didn't have any kind of restraint left, which they really didn't at this point, they were pulling atoms together and using them, as thin as paper, as hair, to hold themselves back from literally plowing into you wwith inhuman speed, possibly ripping you in half from the wanton heat they were facing, the hellish need and want for your body, for you to please them, to hear your name from your wettened lips laced with their own... ugh! So arousing, the thoughts cloud their mind like a spell...

"Longan?" You called out softly in your sleepy voice. With hearing your voice finally something in them snapped. They quicky brought a hand to your throat, but without a squeeze, which even then left you gasping. "Shut your mouth." Longan spat huskily, almost leaving those last fibers behind. But what led you to this point? What led you to being in this predicament? It only took one night for them to finally say, "screw it," and bite the final thread of his patience clean off.

You were at Lotus's Paradise once, and since Lotus... clearly doesn't seem to give a shit, neither did you, and Lotus thought that it would be convenient to play captain save a hoe and decided to go down on you in their chambers, and Longan came back to get you, and as they and Hydrangea were cruising through the halls, they heard you moaning and crying out in pure pleasure. And sure enough, they walked in on you getting head by one of Longan's kind, and as Hydrangea ran off in embarassment, Longan sat at the doorway and watched you writhe as you sat on Lotus's sofa with your legs spread wide open. Holding onto Lotus's horns, you look up to see your partner staring at you, breathing deeply with intense bedroom eyes and heat in their cheeks. Of course, you wudened your eyes, not even thinking that they would arrive early. You saw them mouth out the words...

"Take their tongue you dirty slut."

You were suprised to see that Longan didn't even do anything to you or Lotus after that. However, they did do something to themselves. They kept themselves trapped in their bedchambers, away from you. They shouldn't have done what they did, but they really needed to let some of that tension go. One thing that Longan will refuse to do is masturbate. Not only is it unclean, but it makes them feel embarrassed and weak. Even witrh these feelings towards such an act, they could no longer take it. They couldn't get those moans, those lewd noises, the way you played with yourself and the way your back arched... it wouldn't leave their head, plaguing them like a parasite wrecking havoc on their brain. They stroked their hemipenes almost furiously, trying to be as quiet as possible. Their rut however made this exceptionally difficult as you walked towards the room tey were in.

And that's how you were now in this predicament with a surprisingly angry and horny Longan Dragon above you, prodding one of their cocks at your entrance as it begged to feel you at long last. But then they had a thought... they didn't want this to be pleasurable for you, for them to do all the work and plows your shit in... of course, they could still plow you, fill you up like a water balloon, but they wanted you to work for it. They bent down close to your ear, arching your back over in their arms as they held you to their cold chest.

"Here is what is going to happen," they started at the shell of your ear in an ominous whisper. Their claws dug at the skin of your back, making you squeal. "I am not going to forgive you any longer for your disobedience towards me. I have given you chance after chance to make up for your behavior, but you never took any of them. So, I am obligated as your partner to punish you properly. You will not backtalk me, you will not disobey me, you will not question me. You," they stopped for a second to lick at the skin of your neck, the sweet smell of your neck making them shudder all the way down to the claws. You moaned quietly at the feleing of their cold tongue touching your skin, leaving a cool trail of saliva in its wake. They continued when they started to pull at your hair, digging theur claws deeper into the skin of your upper back. "I am going to sit down, and I am going to place you on top of me, and I am going to fuck you hard... and fill you up with my cum. I do not want to hear any fucking crying, any complaining that it hurts, you are going to be my good pet," they roughly got off of you, dragging you along with them as they took to a sitting position, with you hovering above them as your wet sex started to pulse in excitement. This is exactly what you thought would happen. They brought a finger to your face and snapped it to regain your focus, "daddy's good little slut, and you are going to give me what is mine, you hear me?" You panted with a smirk, confident in the fact that since you knew that top meant control, you felt cocky in your position. "And what if I don't, huh?" They growled.

"Oh... oh you fucked up big time, little slut."

And then… SLAM! You screamed as you felt their hemipenes dig into you, holding onto your thigh with the other hand tracing down to your wrists to hold them together behind your back. Thrusting upward, making you bounce on top of them in blissful agony— looking into your now pleasure and pain filled eyes as you just couldn’t stop screaming and moaning, and all that. “Who’s screaming now huh? Who’s screaming now? I wanna hear that, matter of fact, I’ll make you scream louder than you’ve ever screamed you little bitch!” You felt all of your bratty reign come to a crushing halt, feeling the dragon under you power bottom their way through hell. A shaky hand of yours tried to escape their oh so tight hold, however, as thry forcefully made you bounce and move you suddenly realized you were indeded starrting to cry. You wanted to be punished by them, that was your whole motive behind this ensemble you've been putting out for the past couple days. Yet you could slowly feel your body give way to submission to Longan's allmighty power.

You already felt your climax coming up on you.

This soon?

"L-Longa-ah! I'm... I-ah!" A hand rushed up gto your throat and started to squeeze at it-- not too tight though, may the gods forbid they actually kill someone so weak as you so swiftly, especially during such a rough, intimate act? No, no...

"C-Cuuummm...!" You shouted through your gargled breath. They smiled, their fangs gleeming bright white in the darkness. They didn't even get to deny you because before they could, youj spilled all over his hemipenes desperately, almost like a supervolcano. That's when they took you and slammed you down on your back to finish up. Of course, with your crying and whimpering, they were going North Memphis on your ass.

"SHUT UP AND TAKE IT!"

And you did. Like you always did when they were in rut. But after they finished and left to go get a towel from the bathroom to clean the two of you up, you thought that this bratty behavior wasn't cut out anymore. The pain you felt was always astronomical, but always worth it. And it wasn't like they were done with you, oh no.

You have three days left to go.

[akirathedramaqueen]

How Moxxie was born in two places at the same time?

So, err... I might've missed something, but I was thinking about one potential hiccup in the Moxxie's story.

In the Harvest Moon Festival, Moxxie is being mocked by Mille's dad for the desire to compete in games, while Moxxie says: "I was born here, too. I have some fat in me!" It's easy to deduce: 'here' means Wrath ring.

Besides, Blitzø mentions his employees are from Wrath during conversation with Stolas, cementing in stone that somewhere around that period Moxxie's birthplace was the same as Millie's.

But here comes the other episode, Exes and Oohs.

The whole episode revolves around Moxxie, and we learn, suddenly, that Greed ring is "his old stomping ground".

And that question, "Oh yeah, this is your old stomping ground, isn't it, Moxx?" comes from Blitzø. Who claimed a couple of episodes earlier a contradictory statement.

The episode doesn't seem to address that, no one mentions, "Hey, that wasn't what he said before".

My theory is that it's not that deep, and chances are writers either forgot Moxxie was originally from Wrath, or deliberately decided to abandon it, making a new canon instead, which, I don't argue, is a much better fit for him. He didn't look like a creature from Wrath at all, and his history with mafia which reminds of La Cosa Nostra or something, collides well with his love of art, more complicated language, and character design in general.

But I am going to do some mental gymnastics here and stretch it a bit to try to fill the gap and explain, how so is Moxxie suddenly has two birthplaces.

For the contradiction to disappear, we need to address the general issue of neither Blitzø nor Millie having the correct information about Moxxie's origins.

With Millie, it's easier. I could easily imagine Moxx wanting to impress her and lying about where he was from, and then going along with it, never correcting it. It's just a small lie, and it's not like he was going to introduce her to his father who he wanted to never see again. This won't explain why Millie didn't react at the revelation that Moxx lied to her, but she was curious why she never got introduced to his father, so... I think this kinda checks? Maybe she was worried about not knowing Moxxie's family more than 'hey, didn't he tell he was from Wrath?' nagging question.

But it's harder with Blitzø. Blitzø himself makes two contradictory statements. Though, if to really pull the owl on a globe (see? SEE? HA! ahem sorry), I coooould say that the second occurence didn't mean "your birthplace", but rather "the place you lived in for a very long time", so then we could assume that in Blitzø's mind, Moxxie was born in Wrath, then moved to Greed and spent there a considerable amount of years. That would've made sense. Again, Blitzø doesn't ask any questions and is not amused by his knowledge to be wrong, but neither does Millie, so we just leave this at that.

Or, both could be true - Moxxie's mother could be from Wrath, father - from Greed, so he could have been born where his mom was but was very little while they moved, so he doesn't have any actual connection to the place, hence no cultural connection and no, as he says himself, 'fat'.

(kinda offtopic): FUNNY THOUGH, how the first thing he says in Exes and Oohs is: "You know, I checked the scale today, and it said I lost two pounds this week... I AM NOT FAT!" Yea-yea, it's the reference to the previous episode, where Loona ridiculed him for his weight, but couldn't help but notice that it also connected to Moxxie saying "I have some fat" in the episode where he claimed to be from Wrath

I wonder if there could be a better explanation, but this is what I came up with. :) The show is usually so good at foreshadowing and narrative, I was surprised to find something like that, but it was fun to try to salvage the thing anyway. :D

[blissfullyblindbuffoon]

Just Blithe and Chris talking 'bout Brook:

Blithe slumped against a wall, breathing heavily as he tried to catch his breath. He could only imagine what he looked like, grinning with his face flushed from exertion, flopped against a wall.

“You picked a good one,” Chris said, sliding a cool drink into Blithe’s hand. “She’s a b-bonnie lass if I’ve ever seen one, as they say.”

Blithe quickly downed the sweet, tangy drink, realizing how thirsty he was after so much dancing. “Yeah,” he managed to gasp after gulping down the last of his drink, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“That’s it? N-no pun or witty comment?”

“How about she’s breathtakingly beautiful?” he panted, gesturing to his fatigued state.

“Accurate in more ways than one,” Chris agreed.

Blithe leaned farther against the wall, letting his heels dig into the stone floor. To cool down, he held the now empty but still cool glass to his forehead, then rolled it around to his neck, then-

“What on the Giver’s Green globe are you d-doing?” Chris said suddenly.

Blithe paused with his hand, still clutching the cold glass, halfway down his shirt, then let out a bark of laughter as he realized what it looked like.

“Robbing the castle of its glasses, of course!” He laughed and dropped the glass entirely down his shirt, the cold surface of the cup blessedly chilling him. “Figured if your physicians couldn’t cure me with their less-than-spectacular spectacles, I’d best try out all the glasses in the kingdom. Here,” Blithe grabbed at Chris in an attempt to locate Chris’s cup, “Look away and let me steal yours, too.” 

Chris laughed and batted Blithe’s hands away. “Or I could just give it to you? D-donate to the cause.”

“No, no. ‘Fraid that would ruin the whole point of hiding glasses down my shirt. Besides, the Blind Bandit begs for no bounty, booty nor brize.”

“You can’t just put a ‘b’ in front of ‘prize’ to make it fit your alliteration, Jester,” Chris said, amused nonetheless. 

“No matter,” Blithe said dismissively, then suddenly, “What’s that over there!” He pointed at something just behind Chris, then felt at his friend until he finally located the glass and promptly snatched it, spilling some of its contents. 

“You people really need to stop falling for that one.” He said, downing the rest of Chris’s drink.

“I d-didn’t look,” Chris insisted as he fussed over his suit where the drink spilled.

“Sure you didn’t,” Blithe said, fishing down his shirt to retrieve his own glass. He held the two glasses up to his eyes as if they were double spy glasses and squinted through them, then gasped.

“Good Giver,” he breathed before handing the two glasses to Chris and gesturing for him to take a look.

“Jester,” Chris began, “You don’t really expect me to b-believe-“

Blithe shushed him, then pointed to the dance floor, “Look.” 

Chris sighed but accepted the glasses. 

“Well?” Blithe whispered.

“I d-don’t even know what-“

Blithe shushed him again. “Do you see him?”

“See who?”

“The idiot holding the two glasses up to his face!” 

Blithe’s cackle turned into a cough as Chris elbowed him in the gut.

“Jokes on you, Jester; These work surprisingly well. I can even see B-brook through them.” Chris said smuggly.

“Really? Let me see,“ Blithe joked, and Chris gave a dry “har har” before falling quiet. Blithe liked to imagine him still peering through the two glasses.

“Do you,” Chris began slowly, “know what she looks l-like? Tonight, I mean. All d-dress- dressed up and dancing.”

“Yeah...” Blithe grinned, picturing the image she’d described for him that night. “Hair in a ‘floppy’ braid, flower crown she hoped wouldn’t fall apart (which did), and a really ‘swooshy’ dress she’s wanted to wear for weeks,” he recited, proud he’d remembered every detail. 

“‘Swooshy?’” Chris said incredulously. “Call me Calandria, but ‘floppy braid,’ ‘flower crown,’ and ‘swooshy dress’ simply do not d-do her justice.” 

“I’ll say. She looks like a sunset had a baby with a butterfly. But hey,” Blithe shrugged, “her words, not mine.”

“Isn’t she a storyteller? Aren’t d-descrip-descriptions her hobby?”

“Ironic, isn’t it? She can describe a desert in more detail than her dress.”

“But you can see her?”

Blithe squinted at the brightly lit dance hall. He could make out smears of deeply colored ladies' gowns and splashes of men's suits glinting in the candlelight. Blithe was convinced the flashy jewelry and accessories the men of Corvidae favored over the rich colors of ladies' clothing were deliberately designed to catch the light as blindingly brightly as possible. Indeed, the light reflecting off the many bracelets, buttons, and bangles swimming through the room made it almost too bright for Blithe to see anything beyond the headache it caused. But the occasional brush stroke of sunset hues that streamed past his tunnel of vision made it worth the discomfort.

“Believe it or not, compared to all the darker colors, her light orange dress stands out just enough for me to catch glimpses of her. See,” He traced Brook’s sweeping movements with his finger as she weaved through the forest of deep greens, blues, and purples. “I like to think she did it on purpose, standing out so I can see her.”

“Or maybe she just liked the dress. You said she’d b-been anxious to wear it.”

“She was a little anxious it’d be too loud,” Blithe said, stroking his chin.

“That’s not what I meant by anxious-” Chris said before Blithe cut him off.

“But I’ll says to you what I says to her,” he said, adopting a lower city dialect, ”I says, ‘It’s no louda’ than you. And if it were, well, people’d go deaf jus’ by lookin’ at it.’ An’ easy as combing a crow, I convinced her to wear it anyway.”

“Hmm,” Chris said, unconvinced but amused, “From the way she’s been twirling ab-bout in it tonight, I doubt anyone could’ve c-convinced her not to wear it.”

Blithe closed his eyes to ease his persistent headache but kept the image of the brightly colored blob that was Brook bobbing in his mind's eye.

“Her d-dress isn’t orange, though,” Chris said, “It’s her hair.”

Blithe cracked an eye open to give what he hoped was an incredulous side-eye. 

“Come again?”

“Her dress is light green with pastel b-blue and pink highlights-”

“To crows with the dress! Her hair is orange???”

“She didn’t mention this?”

“Um, no. I thought it was green!”

“Well, it usually is. But it’s been gradually changing color for a while n-now.”

“You’re serious?”

“As a crow in a cornfield.”

“True as a crow’s knows?”

“Jester, no one actually says-”

“Say it. So I know you’re not tugging my tail feathers.”

“Tugging your-?” Chris sighed, then said, “True as a crow’s kn-knows.”

“Ya don’t say…” Blithe said, trying and failing to picture Brook with brilliant orange hair. 

“I can’t see it,” he said finally, shaking his head. “Brook’s got green hair. Green like a tree. Ya know, 'cause she’s a tree. But orange? Orange like a… orange,” Blithe finished lamely, unable to think of anything else orange in his shock. “That just doesn’t make sense!”

“Well, n-not completely orange. Not yet, at least. It’s more a yellowish-orange… and some red in there… and there’s still quite a bit of green left, too.”

“Artfully said,” Blithe sighed sarcastically, “Yellowish-greenish-orangeish-red-”

“Think leaves changing color in the fall.” Chris interrupted. “Actually, now that I’ve said it, that might be what it is. The seasons are changing, and she is a dryad.”

That seemed to do the trick, and Blithe could imagine Brook’s pale white skin brilliantly contrasted with vibrate fall colors cascading down her shoulders. “Oh, huh. Who knew?”

“Everyone but you.”

“Fair.” Blithe pushed himself away from the wall, found a chair to sit in, then crossed his legs and steapled his fingers. “But seeing as I’m missing out on, well, seeing, mind filling me in, oh Articulate One? What’s she look like?”

Chris pulled a chair over and sat, “Like n-nothing you’ve ever seen.”

“That, I don’t doubt,” Blithe said, crossing his eyes and waving a hand before his face.

“It’s an expression.”

“And ‘quicker than counting a crow’s quips,’ isn’t?” Blithe challenged.

“It’s honestly not. But that’s besides the point. Let’s see… she’s got this hair-”

“Which we’ve already established.”

“Right. Oh, and these eyes-”

“No way? She’s got eyes, too?” Blithe said in mock surprise.

“I wasn’t finished—”

“Oh, my bad,” Blithe teased, leaning back in his seat. “Were you going to mention two ears and a nose next?”

“N-no, but I was gonna mention that her eyes change color too.”

“Don’t tell me they’re orange too, now.”

“They’re not orange, no. But they flash a kind of translucent white when they move. It’s honestly a b-bit distracting. Light green one moment, then sud-ddenly white, then green again. Almost like a cat’s tapetum lucidum.” 

Blithe took on a stuffy royal dialect, “Ah, yes. The toopy toom loosy doom. A fine word indeed. So fine, in fact, that no one knows what it means. That’s how you know it’s fancy. Tell me, how many other useless words do you know?”

“With Ed as my page b-boy and Calandria as my cousin, more than I’d like to admit.” Chris copied Blithe's stuffy dialect, “I i-imagine I have one of the most sophisticated vernaculars i-in the kingdom, thanks to them.”

“Lot of good it does you when you can’t manage to say half of them.” Blithe teased.

“I think I need an-nother drink.”

“Oh, come on!” Blithe protested, hearing Chris’s jewelry clinking and clothes rustling as he got up to leave. “You haven’t even described her smile yet.”

“Two lips and l-lots of teeth,” Chris said, brushing out the wrinkles in his suit.

Blithe scrambled to his feet. “Hey, no fair. I can’t even see it!” He grabbed Chris’s elbow and followed him to the refreshments. “Take pity on a poor blind man.”

“Why?” Chris asked, sliding a full glass into Blithe’s free hand. “Clearly, B-brook already has.”

“Somebody has to.”

“She has nice teeth.” Both Chris and Blithe jumped as Calandria suddenly spoke, though Blithe hadn’t heard her approach, and judging by Chris’s curses over his spilled drink, he hadn’t seen her approach either.

“Good Giver, where did you come from?!” Blithe gasped, his heart thumping.

“From over there,” she replied, no doubt pointing to wherever she’d been.

“Right.”

“What w-was that about nice teeth?” Chris asked, having recovered from his second spilled drink that night.

“Blithe asked after Brook’s smile. She has nice teeth. But her teeth don’t smile nearly as much as her eyes and cheeks. Her eyes scrunch up, almost closed to make room for her smile. Even when her teeth aren’t smiling, her eyes are. Yes, she has nice teeth, but they are not what makes her smile bright.”

[futuristic-disaster]

ROTG x Child!Reader (Part Eight)

(This episode has been brought to you by me forgetting how to spell 'eight', despite knowing how to write it for ages) --------------------------------------------------

Previously in a land far, far away

Pitch : Well, well, well...

Pitch : It seems they've found their way back home...

Pitch : *smiles*

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Location : North's office

Jack : *barges in*

North : *looks up at him, annoyed and not surprised at all*

North : Oh, what now?

Jack : North! The Kangaroo is getting suspicious about Y/N!!!

North : Kanga- When did we get a kangaroo? Did you bring in a kangaroo without my knowing?!

Jack : No! I MEANT ABOUT BUNNY!!

North : Why is he getting suspicious? Doesn't he already know?

Jack : Well ... No ...

North : Then just tell him.

North : *insert old grandpa sigh*

North : *mumbles* Kids these days...

Jack : Huh?! What?! We can't "ThEn JuSt TeLl HiM"!!

Jack : His teensy tiny eeny meeny cupcake weenie Sofia and Emily Spidy Widey little peabrain won't be able to handle it!!

North : Then handle it yourself, I have inportant stuff to d-OH!!

Y/N : *in front of him*

Y/N : Candy?

North : Oh, right.

North : *hands two pieces of candy*

Y/N : Yay!! *runs off*

Jack : *smiles*

North : What?

Jack : Look at you. Being all soft.

North : You still have to tell Aster about this.

Jack : Oh!Right. *runs off*

North : And that. Is what we call...a smooth topic change.

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Location : Globe room thingy

Jack : Alright ...So when Kangaroo walks through that door all we have to tell him is that there's a kid, living with us...that he can't see.

Jack : Sounds...

Jack : Totally...

Jack : Normal...

Jack : Oh Shi...iiitake mushrooms! He's going to thing we're crazy!

Jack : But then again...

Toothiana : *Taps him on his shoulder*

Toothiana : Hey Jack!

Jack : AH!

Jack : Oh...Hey...Tooth

Toothiana : What are you so nervous for?

Jack : *smack lips*

Jack : I'm gonna tell Bunny about the kid today.

Toothiana : Wait...Really?

Jack : Yes!

Toothiana : And what did North say about this?

Jack : IT WAS HIS IDEA

Toothiana: HUH?!

Jack : YEAH!!! I WAS SURPRISED TOO!

Toothiana : DA....AAARK CREEPY HALLWAYS!!! THIS IS MAKING ME NERVOUS

Jack : DON'T WORRY!! WE GOT THIS!!! ALSO WHY ARE WE YELLING!!!

Toothiana : I DON'T KNOW!!

Toothiana : Oh, look. Here he comes.

Toothiana : Be cool.

Jack : We got this.

(Jack and Tooth right now 👇)

Bunny : Hey guys, have you seend Sandy? I need to talk to him about leaving sand all around my tunne-

Jack & Tooth : We need to talk.

Bunny : O...k? Can this wait? Because-

Jack : No, it cannot wait, E.Aster Bunnymund.

Toothiana : Exactly. This is important.

Bunny : Alright then. Out with it.

Jack : How would you feel if we say that a child...

Toothiana : ...Who can use magic...

Jack : ...Has been living with us?

Bunny : A child?

Bunny : Oh,you mean like that kid? *Points at Y/N who's just entering into the room*

Jack & Toothiana : Yeah, exactly like tha- wait how long have you known?

Bunny : I've known about them for two weeks...I think.

Jack : How did you...

Tooth : ...Find out about them?

Bunny : *Sighs*

Bunny : Sandy spilt it out when I was talking to him.

Tooth and Jack : *Facepalm*

Y/N : * waves and motions to follow them*

Bunny : Oh, look. It's steal candy from North'o clock. Catch you later.

Tooth and Jack :

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Extra :

North : Alright, goodnight you little gremlin.

Y/N : Ok..but we have two problems..

North : ???

Y/N : One : I'm not tired

Y/N : AND TWO. THERE'S STILL LIGHT OUT.

North : WhaAaAt??? What are you saying?

Y/N : I know you closed the curtains but I can still see the sun!!

North : Shh...Go back to sleep...

North : *Walks out*

Y/N : I CAN STILL SEE THE SUN

(Hats off to Hedger Humour. Best thing I stumbled upon)

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[showtoonzfan]

Something that bugs me about the designs and world building is what differentiates a hell born and a sinner? Like hellborns and sinner have humanoid designs especially the women, (Verosika, the succubi women, Charlie, Vaggie and other Hazbin’s characters that are women) have human womanly figures and features they’re just painted a different color, only the men both hellborn and sinners have cartoonish designs but other than that there’s not a difference. Like what makes someone a hellborn and a sinner? sinners can’t travel the other rings? Why? What was the point of introducing 7 or 9 rings of hell if your main series will never have the main characters go to those other rings (the ONLY one in the main cast that can travel to different rings is Charlie but I’m pretty sure all the villains, her dad and Helsa will come to her so she never has to leave the hotel) why isn’t Asmodeous in charge of the porn industry if he’s the literal embodiment of lust and rules over a ring dedicated to sex? Why isn’t Mammon in charge of entertainment? If again he is the literal embodiment of greed and would be the one to own everything and charge hellborns and sinners a lot of money to to be entertained? Does Valentino and Vox ONLY rule in Pride? I get it’s the old money vs new money theme going on but Asmodeus and Mammon can easily destroy Vox and Valentino. Is Pride gonna be the biggest ring compared to all the other rings? Yeah i get It’s overpopulated but is it really more overpopulated than 6 other rings combined? Why are sinners considered the worse if you have a civilization of natural born species that were born in HELL and exist to cause trouble for humans and the sociology is being evil and shitty is the norm in hell? The imps make sense since they all have the same design red skin, horns and tails so they’re easy to identify as hellborn. I just wish the varied in variety when they’re born in different. This is why people were saying everyone looks the ame because it’s the same designs being overused over and over again. Where’s Jane so she can design characters? One of these shows are gonna hurt badly because of the poor world building and have a feeling it’s gonna be HB because they’re retcon things so things make sense in Hazbin.

I don’t know the answer to the majority of these questions my guy, you got me LOL. I agree, for starters I still think it wasn’t a good idea to make all the sinners trapped in one single location of Hell. I get that this is Viv’s interpretation so she doesn’t need to go by Dante’s Inferno completely or whatever other religion or mythology, but like you said…yeah, what IS the point of having all these other rings if you’re just going to have the characters (and Hazbin as a whole) take place in ONE location? Hazbin could have been the perfect opportunity to explore the world as a whole since again….Charlie is literally the Princess of Hell, they never said she and her plan only applied to sinners and ever since it was revealed that sinners can’t even go outside of the Pride Ring, I’ve been confused and upset. How are going to say all of Hell is overpopulated when all the sinners are in ONE damn location? What about the rest of hell? The way Charlie spoke made it sound like she was talking about ALL of Hell, and now you’re saying it’s only the Pride Ring? I get that Vivzie wanted to create Helluva apparently to explore the lore OUTSIDE of the Pride Ring and it’s demons, but choosing that for a show that should be more about the HUMAN society doesn’t help. I don’t understand why Helluva even needed to be centered around the rest of Hell when in reality it was SUPPOSED to be about demon assassins going to earth to kill people. I feel like Vivziepop really had no idea what she truly wanted Helluva to be because she kept flip flopping it’s concepts and purposes. Hazbin could have easily explored Hell just as well, the concept of demons coming from all around the globe is very interesting, instead of a bunch of demons cramped into a city that looks exactly like our world. I just feel like the idea of sinners only being in one location makes this entire thing more complicated than it really needs to be. It also ruins Charlie’s idea as well, she says she wants to rehabilitate demons and is tired of her people being slaughtered, but then you realize all the other demons in the rings outside of the Pride Ring AREN’T sinners, so what would happen to the Hellborn demons? Did Charlie ever think of that, or should I say Vivzie?

Also yeah…I definitely wish there was a more distinct difference between the Hellborn species and sinners. Part of the problem is that in Viv’s version, she sees “sinners” and “demons” as the same thing, and I think it would have been better if a “sinner” was labeled as a human who got damned to hell, and then a “demon” are the Hellborn species. Visually however, it is a little complicated. On one hand we are able to see clearly what Imps look like, but the problem is that with Viv’s sinner designs, they can be freaking anything. You could be big, small, have a mouth, have teeth, have horns, be an animal, be a floating ghost like thing- heck…even if I were to look at a Succubis, I would have just said it’s another sinner because the designs are just a human body with horns and a tail. So far the imps are the only Hellborn species that stand out from the sinners, even the HELLHOUNDS could be regular sinners for all we know.

Like…most of these designs were clearly just something Viv could come up with at the top of her head, and yeah, it also didn’t help that most of the background demon designs in the pilot are way more complicated and detailed than the main cast…and look more INTERESTING than the main cast. All I can say is that I hope Viv really branches out each hellborn design compared to the sinners when the actual show comes out, it would be easier if she had her own RULES to what a sinner looks like compared to a hellborn demon, cause she clearly didn’t have any for the pilot. Also the whole “most sinners resemble how they died or who they were”- thing that she pulled in most of her livestreams are a load of bullshit because they clearly don’t, ESPECIALLY for the main cast Lmao.

As for how the overlords rule “all of Hell” apparently even though they’re not allowed outside the pride ring and it was established that the seven deadly sins rule each location, I have no idea, that’s the confusing thing. Like….for all the people saying “Why isn’t Ozzie ruling the Porn industry since he’s literally the embodiment of lust”- you’re exactly right. Like…it makes no sense, at least to me. Like, Vivzie keeps saying how Vox is able to control all of television across Hell, how Alastor broadcasted his radio across hell, how Val controls all of the porn industry across hell, ect but like…how? How exactly does that work? If sinners aren’t allowed to be outside the pride ring, how are they able to be powerful enough to control and manage their work across the rest of Hell? Every time I look back at the pilot, I just get more and more confused, especially since Vaggie states that there were overlords who had been “dominant for centuries” and describing then as “Our worlds most ancient and destructive evils” and I’m just……does Hell have laws when it comes to the sinners? What about the Seven Deadly sins? What about Lucifer? Were they just sitting around while all this shit was going down? The issue is that not only is it confusing on how exactly these rankings work and how an overlord ruling differs from a Deadly Sin, but it seems like just about ANYONE can easily become an overlord. There seems to be nothing from stopping the sinners from toppling over, because there seems to be no RULES for the Pride ring. It’s just…all over the place and very confusing, and I pray to god that once Hazbin comes out, it’s storytelling improves compared to the pilot, because right now everything in Helluva just makes the world building for Hazbin confusing.

[benevolenterrancy]

@aamericanotaku I mean, I think there's definitely something there! Especially since Tintin overlaps with the same years as the Korean War. Given how globe trotting Tintin is it feels like there must be a way to naturally slot him into the world of MASH. .

..Though considering how the comics feel a little "out of time" (given that they couldn't touch on the Big Global Conflicts at the time for obvious reasons) some things would definitely feel odd. Tintin existing in a real war would feel really weird to me... and I think someone at MASH would lose it if he said "oh yeah I've been to the moon :D" with a straight face. Though watching Hawkeye contend with how many fucking times Tintin's been concussed/shot/blown up/etc would be HILARIOUS. Do you think any of them would have ever read his articles? And how's the language barrier going for them because you know I love playing with language gaps, poor Tintin and Haddock are doing their best to navigate exclusively in English unless someone at MASH can bumble through French.

But honestly, I feel like Hawkeye and co would be very susceptible to being drawn into whatever insane treasure hunt Tintin has going on, so if the question were "is it possible to do this" I'd say hell yeah, and I'd read it in a heartbeat. But if it were "is it possible for *me* to do it" then regrettably the answer is no 😅 I wrote 80k in three months and I've basically exhausted my fanfic juice for the moment. And I'm not really sure what the actual plot would be... what's the goal, what's the end point for Tintin's time with MASH? Gotta have an ending in order to have a beginning, yknow?

That being said, it's a sick idea and I'd love to hear other people's thoughts on it! I'll totally play in the space that someone else makes!

[beachyserasims]

♡ Intimate Moments | Autumn & Darion

* Autumn and Darion are talking in the shade lounge*

A: Ok, so let me get this straight… you, your father, AND your grandfather allllll have been following each other’s footsteps in the military? That is so amazing, and definitely what you call a legacy.

D: For sure. You know, its in my blood and I can feel it. It’s crazy, when I tell people I feel comfortable traveling across the globe to undisclosed locations to help lead a whole crew into conflict… People look at me kind of the way you are right now.

A&D: [laughing]

D: But enough about me, I wanna know more about you. What makes you tick?

A: Well, I don’t have as grand of adventures are you do… But let’s see… I graduated at the top of my class and am currently enrolled in the fashion institute of technology. Right after I started there I also started working for a magazine called allure, and that’s what I have been working on for a while now… So, yeah! That’s pretty much it for me.

D: So you are a true genius, I could tell. But, what do you do for fun?

A: What do you mean? I love what I do for work!

D: I get that, you don’t have to tell me about having passion for your job… But, what do you find yourself thinking about when… Hmmm, let’s say you get a whole week off of work, you have no homework, no responsibilities. What do you find yourself doing?

A: Oh my gosh, its been so long since I haven’t had something on my schedule… But, I actually love to play the violin. I don’t do it as much as I should… or want to.

D: That’s incredible Autumn! You should always make time to do what you love. If you don’t mind me asking, what motivates you to play when you do get around to it?

A: No one has ever asked me that before, but honestly, when I get going, the sound of the strings vibrating together in perfect harmony, it makes me feel like… Oh wow, this is going to sound so stupid!

D: Nothing you say could ever be stupid.

A: Ok, well you asked for it. When I hear the music I’m playing, I feel like I’m in the middle of a really great conversation with my closest friends. The kind where everyone is engaging and involved, and the beauty of our voices echo and create a symphony of pure togetherness.

D: That is so beautiful Autumn. You really are the most incredible, inside and out.

A: Thanks… You know, I’ve never told anyone that before.

D: Well I feel honoured

* hugs*

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[brokenpoetliz]

The Taste of your Lips...

Type: Oneshot

Loki x female reader

Plotting: In Asgard

Summary: Love confessions can be complicated and risky. Will this one be easy or heartbreaking?

Y/n's POV-

It was around midnight when I woke up. Me and my family had come to Asgard to stay for a few days as the King and the Queen have a really good relation with my parents and the often invite us over. I am pacing towards the grand kitchen because I am hungry. Very hungry.I just hope that no guard catches me walking around the palace in my nightgown and a robe. For some reason it is prohibited for the queens, princesses and the maidens to walk around the palace without a proper dress. It is considered inappropriate and low. But, it was midnight and barely anyone might be awake so I just came out as it is. I enter in the dining and then in the grand kitchen. It is really dark but there are very few candles lit that help me at least not to fall. I start looking for fruits or basically anything that can fill my empty stomach for now but out of no where I bump into a tall figure. In a matter of second the person turns me around an pins me to the wall. i can feel their breath on my cheek.

"Who are you?" I recognize the voice. Prince Loki.

"Prince Loki... I-I'm Y/n." He realizes and loosens his grip on me.

"Princesses Y/n. I am so sorry. D-Did I hurt you?"

"No, I am fine and please call me Y/n we are alone so there is no need for the formalities," I say

"Same goes for you, dear Y/n... 1 second." He lits up a globe of fire by which I can see his face clearly.

"Why were you here?"

"I was... very hungry." He takes my hand and leads me to the dining. We sit next to each other.

"What do you want to have?" He asks

"Nothing particular."

"Would you like to have some... cookies maybe?" He suggests

"Yeah, that would be great!"

"Be right back." He says and goes back inside. A few minutes later he comes back with a huge bowl full of cookies of different flavors.

"Thank you so much!" I exclaim.

"Not a problem at all." He says handing me the bowl and taking a seat beside me. I take a bite and the cookie instantly melts in my mouth. I and Loki are very good friends since we were children. Even Thor is a good friend but no one else understands me like Loki. Every time I visit Asgard the thing that I am most excited about is meeting him. Whenever we come together we pull pranks on Thor and the guards too...... and somewhere in between, I fell in love with him. Everything about him just gives me joy and makes me happy which I can't express in words. We sit there having the delicious cookies and I think this is the perfect time to reveal it. To reveal what his presence does to me and to confess my feelings for him. I don't care what his feelings may be or what will happen to the relationship between his parents and mine later on. All I care about is now and I am confident about my feelings.

"Loki?" I take his attention.

"Yes, dear Y/n?"

"Can I tell you something?" I say looking into his beautiful green eyes.

"Anything." He replies

"I- um... I actually have feelings for you Loki a-and I am hopelessly in love with you and everything you do. I-I just wanted to let you know and its okay if you don't feel the same. I thought it was a good time to let you know and-" I stop realizing that I was blabbering and suddenly all the lights go off. I feel Loki hold my hand. I can't see him at all. The globe of light he had also vanished and unexpectedly I felt his lips on mine. Just touching and then we move our lips in a rhythm. Just like how 2 puzzle pieces fit together perfectly. We stay like that for a few seconds which seemed like more than an hour. When the lights flicker back on we pull away. He is holding my face in his palms and my hands are on his neck.

"Y/n I have always loved you and I always will. I was just too scared to admit it to you. I really love you Y/n." He admits

"I love you more Loki and I will always be by your side," I reply back with a smile on my face. We seal it all together with a sweet kiss.

This would be the best moment of my life.

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Hope you liked it! (Sorry for any typos.)

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[modernghostfare]

CoD characters gloryhole thoughts?

good morning. I'm putting this under a readmore.

so okay like first of all who would Make a glory hole. there's a lot of characters that would talk about one or be willing to go to one but who would Actually cut a hole in the bathroom stall. Kreuger on Allegiance, Wyatt on Coalition, Gus on specgru (AS A JOKE. HE DOES NOT EXPECT ANYONE TO USE IT), and i cant really see anyone on kortac doing it??? in other games i think it'd just be, like, some random milsim doing it. like nobody in ghosts would make a glory but maybe if they found one they would use it. maybe. COLD WAAARR blops in general uhh for NATO bulldozer. for warsaw pact stone.

i think blops would see the least amt of usage tho i think itd be hard to at the same time get two gay dudes in the bathroom everyone in blops is so straight to me. and if theyre not straight they dont want to get caught sucking dick in the bathroom. they also are the most loose "group" so i dont think they really have a Base they just are working with each other around the globe so. like frank would use one, STITCH #1 glory hole user he wants his dick sucked so bad, antonov, bulldozer, i think beck is straight but hed be curious hed use one at least once. jackal. baker maybe i think hes straight but curiosity gets the better of him. stryker wouldnt because hes insane. hes gay but insane hes the one telling someone in charge about the gloryhole.

ghosts like i said i think keegan and merrick would use one but, like, its Just Them they'd find a bathroom in the destroyed us of a and be like Lmao.... wanna rp as strangers.. and then theyd do that. keegan and logan maybe idk imo theyre really will they wont they sort of missed opportunity. so idk. this could be one of the handfuls of times they mess around before logan gets kidnapped.

mwii uhh while i can't see anyone in kortac making one i can see zeus, conor, zero, and maybe maybe klaus using it. santa can get his dick sucked. i think nobody would like Make a complaint about it also tho like its mainly going to be ignored. theyre probably also the most like blops cw guys also theyre not like In a group. for once also nikto isnt using it bc of his heightened paranoia im thinking. Could be anyone on the other side. specgru Uh yeah price is using that thing. soap is telling ghost about it and hes like :) LT can we and ghost is like sure whatever. soap is only going to it when he knows who someone else is in there tho. he'll go for ghost and price. gaz is the same but he'll ONLY go for price. but also chuy, gromsko, and zimo will put their dicks in there. theyre on rotation. (this is just bc i want to see them suck dick.) Gus is genuinely shocked when he hears people talk about using it hes like Huh. What. No. Oh my god do Not suck dick in the bathroom it was just a JOKE. it will eventually get patched over. Gus does not fess up that he did that.

mw19 leading king of gloryhole usage. who ISNT using one. the girls and the lesbians !? the straight guys !? wyatt did it like "as a joke" like lmaoo i cant Believe you guys are making me do this !! but nobody is. he is texting otter a pic after like Meet me in 10 minutes. wyatt is going to suck golems dick and only he's going to know he did it. alex is married so he wont but he would. if he wasnt. griggs is In There bro. d-day would but hes too nervous to. NOBODY is saying shit except talon. talon is going to ruin it for everyone and tattle and get it patched and everyone is going to get a Stern talking to. so. kreuger is doing it bc he wants a glory hole. he wants to make rodion use it with nikto. he wants nikto to use it just in general. both sides. nobodys ever taking it out if you tell anyone nobody cares. nikolai is like Oh how fun. Kamarov is like I don't care. Don't bother me ever again. Lerch will patch it up himself and Kreuger will make a new one

[ddagent]

"Flarn to Table"

John/Delenn | All-Human AU | FR12 | 1,002 words     At her newly opened restaurant, Delenn receives a takeout order from one John Sheridan - an order that she decides to deliver personally.

“Sim’wa, Isil’Zha; how can I help you this evening?”

Delenn Mir, owner and head chef of the only Minbari restaurant in Geneva, cradled the phone against her ear as she helped Lennier deal with the influx of calls and hungry diners flooding in from the nearby embassies and Earth Alliance buildings. While her fellow restaurateurs in Yedor had declared that Delenn would never be a success across the globe in the Earth Alliance, she was slowly – yet surely – proving them wrong. After all: Faith Manages.

“Hi, I was wondering if I could place an order for takeout?” Delenn was about to, reluctantly, turn away a customer. Minbari eateries did not offer takeaway orders like Earth restaurants did: the joy of eating in Minbari culture was celebrating good company and good food together. But the name stopped her. “It’s for John Sheridan.”

Three nights ago, a large party of eight had entered for a celebratory meal. Delenn had prepared all the food in advance, blessing and meditating over the spices at each important stage. However, as the party had settled – three couples and two small children – a thrum of tension began to pulse through their corner of the restaurant. Lennier, her maître d’, had attempted to steer them through the opening ritual of such an honoured dinner. But the redhead had fidgeted with the pale strip of skin where a wedding band had once been and the older brother of the celebrant had fallen asleep during the meditations. He, John, had paid for the entire party, sheepishly ignoring the jibes from his father about snoring during dinner.

“You were here the other night.”

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There was a pause on the other end. “Yeah. I was deep, deep into my meditations.” Delenn couldn’t help but smile. Even through the phone line, she could hear his embarrassment over falling asleep during his sister’s birthday dinner. “Look: I never had flarn before the other night but I found I really liked it and I’ve had a really difficult day with my divorce lawyer and it’s all I want to eat.”

“It’s not a problem,” Delenn offered, despite their lack of a takeout menu being a very clear obstacle. But he was honest and hungry and Delenn could do a lot with that. “What would you like?”

“Flarn, some of that dessert with the red berries, and a whole pitcher of that citrus tea.” Delenn made a brief note on the tablet to her left. “Here’s my address.”

Sheridan was based in one of the new apartments just a street over – they were practically neighbours. “It’ll be there in around twenty minutes. See you soon, Mister Sheridan.”

As Delenn ended the call, Lennier raised a single eyebrow in her direction. But she did not explain herself. He would not ask any questions, either. So, Delenn stole away to the kitchen and began preparing a dinner for John Sheridan. After her father had died, a good friend had taken great care to provide Delenn with a beautiful meal as a way to nourish her during such a difficult time. Although Minbari did not divorce, it was clear that Sheridan was in need of that same nourishment. He could have called the Spoo restaurant or the Brakiri bistro or any number of Earther establishments. But he called her. Delenn would not deny the Universe when she could provide.

Each step was a ritual. Each element necessary to provide comfort to someone who needed it. The flarn was seasoned and toasted. The berries were encased in a golden honey crust with decadent cream. The citrus tea was brewed and stirred. Everything was packaged with care and reverence and, after leaving Marcus in charge of the kitchen and Lennier in charge of the floor, Delenn left Isil’Zha and headed out into the early evening to help someone in need.  

Sheridan was located on the fifth floor. Delenn rapped twice on the door frame. Inside, there was muttered swearing before the door opened to reveal a man in sweatpants and a V-neck t-shirt, hair still damp from a shower. “Hi, sorry, I thought I had more time.”

“It’s not a problem. I have your order from Isil’Zha.”

“Great.” John dug around in the pocket of his sweatpants. Delenn did her best not to linger on the vision of his damp, golden skin or the snugness of his attire. She should not, either, let her gaze wander into his apartment. But she did. There were boxes. Boxes upon boxes. A bowl of oranges. And socks, dozens of them, lined up on an airer by the window. “Here you go; that should cover it. With something for yourself, as well.”

Minbari did not accept gratuity. There was reward in the creation of the food and the service to others. Delenn took what was required to cover costs and then returned the rest. John, however, pushed it back. “Please, take it. I was looking at your website while I was drying off and found that you don’t even do delivery. So, please. And thank you. This meal is going to be the highlight of my day.”

“Then that is thanks enough.” Delenn slid the money into the reusable bag containing his food. John frowned momentarily but raised his hands in mock surrender. “Enjoy, John Sheridan.”

“I will.” The spare hand not holding his food reached out to touch her arm. His thumb brushed along her skin. “Thank you.”

Delenn did not linger – as much as she might have wanted to. She was needed elsewhere. But her thoughts stole to Sheridan several times in the days following his order at the restaurant, wondering whether the food had been as transformative as she had hoped. A few days later, Lennier showed her a review posted online:

[Posted by John J. Sheridan] Incredible food and service; the citrus tea is sharp, refreshing and delicious. The staff are especially kind and generous with their time. I cannot wait for the next time I can eat at Isil’Zha.

Neither could Delenn.

[zeeposting]

tired eepy rambler wamring very long and not good spelling I'm tired how do I add this in why isn't it working :( YAY I DID IT :D I'm so tired.

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im tired

typing feels weird like my fingers feel heavier or something idk how to explain It

oh my golly gosh every time I blink like. not manually it feels sliike the lights fligkcerd like huh why do my eyes do that

im so tired yet hardly tired at the same time

my typing is so bad (sign of eepy) Im tearing up a bit I think (either sign of eepy or I got an eyelash in my eye) but also I don't really feel all that tired. but I am tireed

i wanna go home but I KNOW my parents are gonna be talking for SO LONG so I'll probably go home at 10 or something

i wish more of m friends were open to talk I want to annoy multiple of my friends like I wanna talk

im rambling but ioh well

irihhherrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr pok uhhh what happening idk

maybe its home time? no I don't think so :(

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee I just wanna hold my finger on one key I'm eepy

dude I forgot to write. LAC is postponed again, sorry gator you and the actual characters are going back to the "I always forget them" side of my brain oh my golly I coulda written more camp of keys!! except I have no idea where I'm going with that. uhh think think thinks what is this Pepsi ad??? anyways uhh.... what could hppen that would make sense.... maybe uhh... maybe wait is Ella going with them?? I don't think so. yeah no. okay so maybe storme says something and Clarissa basically goes back to depression mode?? but what would bring her back there. maybe Leah just starts getting all sad. and that makes clarissa sad. dude what if like I had an eepy story that I wrote more of every time I was eepy. like. no typing corrections, no thinking about it in the day, just every night when I think "oh I'm kinda eepy" I continue the story suighs I don't like having praces

bee Kay have it your way. you rule!

i want to write scroll and Quill lore but I don't at the same time. like I want to write it all out but also I have like no idea how that would work I have like half of it figured out what happened on that day I dunn!!! i love scroll and Quill sm like dude I justwant to hold them and talk to them and idk I just love those little gay freaks so much I love them and their lore and everyone involved in their story

when someone tells me they like one of my characters I have to draw thme nore tlike especially one o y friends like ryu ryu likes floe and that's why I'm gdaing globe so much more fonten because I want to make ryu happy like I just want to make my friends happy I don't really care about myself I just want them to be happy. i tell my friend that she can spam me jer worries int he private chat of this ma and her because I want her to feel btert, I don't really care I just want her to feel better.

m yypung is so bad because I'm so tired I guess but I don't really feel like fixing it. sorry I can translate in the morning but no ones gonna read this because who actuallycareas

i mean maybe ryu but like.why idk. maybe Milly. man idk

this is gonna turn into an acicnela vent or something but idrc I'm just tired ok??

tbh I don't feel like a good friend lately. idk o don't feel like elaborating but I do

in science we got to play jeopardy and the team names were so stupid

Jackie Likes Pencils, TikTok Rizz Party, Skibidy Stephen, The Billy Bus, Team Chicken Leg

(yes all of those are spelt properly I made sure of it. yes it was spelt skiidy ask inki.)

guess what team was me, inki, Ezra and ratthew comet? haha. team chicken leg. SOWA CREWMA!!!!!

man I'm tired. like eepy. super epy.

i love rue so much shes just a cute lotel pony and like she sjst so cute and I love her so much shes oh my gosh I miss Chico he's so cute and silly and goofy and funnyand I miss him.

i love my friends sm thank you

friend I wont name #1, bubblez, inki, Ezra, ryu, Milly, kit (asktrianglesblog rn), Abb, rabbit, friend I wont name #2, sapp, Ollie, zoe/fishy (I don't remember sorry) I love you all so so much

i want to cry a bit. so lets yap about something happier

should I make another character. yes

im thinking TANA melatonin for some reason. no not them stop it. dude I love TANA so much especially mug and battery and valentine they're so cool I cant wait for the actual thing to come out. or for it to come across my path idk if its actually gonna be a thing okay hmm what objects are around.

what abotu a gouwer. no that's basic plus I already have night. eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee why si this kids bday party football themed dude you don't like football at least uve never said anything about it at least around me???

what aib0ut uhh.. random object generator help

yk I don't have a lot of characters with names that end in uy! so. hmm jammy. like a jar of ja,. what jams are there I don't think iev ever had jam

plum han!! jammy!! !rhehe silly. any pronouns. just a silly guy.

look at her shes so silly and so funny I love her already I don't want to give her lore she's just a silly farmer that makes jam and she gets soopu eepy like me when she doesn't have his jam beucae I said so. he's my eepy character. my ltiel eepy friend. I love him already just a silly farmer wait should he have a love interest? NO. aroace jammy. #aroacejammyforpresident2024

im rambling so much but I don't want to put on a keep on reading because do I care no. read to learn about jammy. lol what if someone read it as jimmy. Jimmy jammy. hheh,o orphan in black?? tv what are you talking about who is that.

oh no someone approaching AAA!! haha other side of the couch they are. why is my batter on re dnoo oh yeah hour 54 left

dude I knew I was gonna leave at 10 its 941 nd I'm still here.

jammy is so cute I love them so much. I should draw them more

hegegehe happy jammy

i don't like that noise :( loud

dude in so tired I'm fighting the urge to say dude in every sentance

what is arm lasseration? dhters a guy and he's a police guy or something familyy friend and he just got a call thing on the walkie talkie II and uhh he said "ooh lovely!{" "what" "arm lasseratioin" what does that mean.

ohh its like a cut. it breaks the skin. okayyy!!!

im gonna draw sad jammy because I feel like it :(

i love drawing on my d=touch screen computer its so fun

i fee like jammy should be my comfort character like I love them somuhc they're just my eepy gal

jammy no your half filled with juice jammy you need more jam your gonna die!!1 of EEPYJNES!!

aww look eeping jammy I love them so much I keep saying that but I love jammy they are a part of me I drew eepy jammy because I want to go jhome and sleep and think about scroll and Quill I don't think I'm gonna read tonight because I'm so tired and its interesting but dude I'm so tired I wanna go to sleep :(

i know I'm talking way too much but I don't care I'm eepy. there you get your keep on reading because I guess its too much

jammy I love you

i just wanna hug jammy and go to sleep in a /p kinda way I love them so much

dude jammy is just so cute I love them they look so huggable

OMG YAY HOME TIME!! YAYAYAYYAAYYA CHCRPUHOSUBWH:OU SCREMASS GINALLY HOME HOME HOME TIME YAYAYAYAYYA I'm so tired I want to sleep yeah that's all for this.

pleas draw jammy guys I love them.

dude I'm gonna look a this tomorrow and be so concerned

honk mimiii honk mimiii goodnight