#choppy but it is 3 am and i am TIRED

[localleyendeckerenthusiast]

was compelled to make somethin for @saltynsassy31's avian au

[solariex]

silly red dancing gif i made !! :3

originally i was gonna add cat headphones, because it was based off someone sending red music recommendations on the red askblog (cough cough @kittycatred sorry self promo) but its literally 5am as im typing this so i didnt feel like adding that right now :,) also i realized after making this that it looks VERY similar to this by starrypawu and that was purely by accident oops!! i think i got unintentionally inspired though so im linking it just in case for credit !! :D also timelapse ?? speedpaint ?? (whatever its called for animation lmao) below !! !! FLASH WARNING !! THOUGH cause i flip the canvas ALOT and switch frames alot and its sped up !! (also ignore the timeeee....ignore the time....shhhh i wasnt up until 5am at all....)

its 3 minutes long but i sped it up AS MUCH AS I COULD sorry its like 5 hrs of footage originally so thats why </3

[spoonsock]

Score

Gwen Stacy x reader

Synopsis: You are a little shit head and Gwen doesn’t know how to play block blast lol

Does anyone want a part two bc I am tempted to write it

Today’s challenge for you is trying not to fall asleep in class. It’s really hard since the light is dimmed for the slideshow on the board to be visible and the teacher is droning on and on about something in a monotone voice AND you’re also really really tired. Playing sims 4 at 3 am is not doing you any good, especially not during exam season and you might as well get a degree in procrastinating.

You blink slowly and think about how you can’t wait to get back home and go to sleep.

Looking around the classroom, you try to find something to entertain yourself with. Majority of your classmates is also on the verge of falling asleep. You turn to your right and see a girl with choppy blonde hair seated next to you. She’s on her phone playing block blast and you kinda watch as she loses at 2397 score. And her highest score is literally 3814 so you don’t think before you lean a bit closer to her and open your stupid ass mouth.

“Bro you suck at block blast.”

You whisper and see her twitch because you probably scared her. She gives you a side eye just to check whether or not you’re talking to her, and seeing as you are like 4 inches away from her shoulder, she turns to you.

“I’m not playing to win, I’m playing cause I’m bored.”

She seems kinda annoyed and honestly you don’t blame her. But you don’t know what to say to that either so you give her a shrug and lean back in your seat.

You don’t speak to her again, but you do see her eyeing you a couple of times til the end of the class.

The day after, you see her again in PE. Actually, you realize, you two have a lot of classes together it’s just that she kinda keeps to herself so that’s why you’ve never noticed her, you guess. When teacher calls out for Gwen Stacy during attendance, that is the first time you hear her name and you do take effort to remember it.

The teacher yells at everyone to run faster and you think you are gonna pass out, when she passes you, running like her seventh lap which you think is insane and she must be some sort of lab freaking experiment because who in the everliving flip runs so much so easily.

The class is put in two teams for basketball and thankfully some of your friends are with you and you ask them to cover for you because you are super bad at basketball (you’re also like genuinely so inactive and take every chance to skip PE you lazy mf). So everyone is running around trying to get the ball and you are stalling behind them while hiding so the teacher can’t see that you’re not participating when someone actually passes you the ball and you fight the urge to just sit down and give up.

Anyway you are frozen and kinda panicking and everyone is looking at you when someone else kicks you with their elbow lightly and takes the ball right out of your hands. That specific someone is Gwen Stacy and she dribbles the ball like a damn pro and jumps like a million feet in the air to get the stupid ball in the hoop or whatever. Everyone goes back to running around and you just kinda stand there looking like you pooped your pants.

Gwen passes you again.

“You suck at basketball,, bro.”

You smile at her and pull out your middle finger and the teacher of course sees you and now you’ve got detention.

You come to a realization that you don’t exactly like Gwen Stacy.

You rant about your two previous interactions to one of your friends who says that they always thought Gwen was kinda weird.

From then on, you do pay attention to Gwen in all the classes you guys have together. She usually pays attention and sometimes she has something really obnoxious to ask the teacher in the middle of class just to show off that she knows more than the rest and that irritates you so bad, especially because her intention probably isn’t to be obnoxious and she’s actually interested in whatever subject she’s talking about.

You find out that she’s also in the school band and that makes sense because she does give off drummer vibes. A video of one of their shows is posted on the school page and it has like 2 views and you watch it so now there’s 3 views but then you watch it like a couple of more times so now there’s 6 views and each time you find yourself focusing on Gwen.

A few weeks later your friends invite you over to make a hear me out cake and you guys are all filming it on tiktok and you pull out a cutout of Spider-Woman and stick it into the front of the cake. The video goes viral on tiktok.

A few days later you get a follow request on instagram from @ gw3n.st4cyy and you’re kind of surprised since you thought she didn’t really like you either, but you accept it anyway.

[tw1l1te]

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓷𝓼- 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙 1

These are from the FinalPromise!Au. Some will be directly from the og Linked Universe, as I don't envision my story as straying tooooo far from the original. I might add more in the future, but these are the ones that I am thinking of for now! This is part 1/3, which includes Time, Twilight, and Wild! :3

Warnings: mention of scars

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𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊

Mans in his early 30s in terms of appearance (actual age is unclear)

Speaks Hylian well but writing? Not so much. Growing up in Kokiri Forest doesn't really help in terms of school smarts, so he had Wars and Sky teach him a bit later down the line.

Has a slight Southern accent, way less prominent than Twilight's though. It comes out more when he's tired or being more flirty (Or doing it on purpose to fluster Y/n.)

Him and Malon are exes? It was a situationship, they didn't really put a word on it. She was there after his quest to support him and keep a roof over his head. They're more like family/friends now

Very tall. We're talking over 6 foot here, and he will also use that to tower over Y/n. They're into that

Also pretty muscular. He was more lean muscle when he was a teen/young adult, but he's bulked up especially since donning the armor.

Has rib tattoos, similar to the Deity markings on his face.

Only has his lobes pierced, however he wants to experiment with more piercings like Twilight.

Has some scarring on his stomach from the battle at the Water Temple, its faded over the years but its still noticeable if you look hard enough

Doesn't sleep well, so takes over night watch a lot. Twilight has to stop him from not sleeping for over 48-hours as that gets him into dangerous mental space territory.

I wanna say he's one of the first member of the chain to feel something for Y/n. I see a lot of pics placing him last usually, but I feel like he's one of the first, especially having tons of time to think about it at night and being the eldest.

Although he's one of the earliest to reveal his feelings to Y/n, he's still processing and taking it slow in terms of bringing it up to the rest of the group.

𝖙𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙

Time's his great great grandfather?? Some great, he's not quite sure

Twilight's in his early/mid 20's

His hair is a brown-gray mix, the grey becoming more prominent ever since his first time shifting into his Wolf form.

Southern drawl, need I say more

Ears are pierced, has double lobe piercings and an upper cartilage piecing

Pretty tall, close to 6 foot, maybe 5' 11"

Other than the Twili markings on his face, he has a small tattoo of a hoof to commemorate for Epona on his ankle

His markings do extend down his spine and upper arms which make a delicious sight when he's training or above Y/n

Some scarring on his legs and arms from his journey, one longer scar on his right ear from a close call with a Twilight creature once.

Senses are like tripled ever since becoming Wolfie, mr. cowboy can smell things like a mile away.

Similar to Time in terms of build, maybe slightly leaner because of his height

However his voice is the deepest of the group. Mans got the range in octaves and that sexy rasp that he will use to his advantage

Like his ancestor, one of the first to have/admit feelings toward Y/n

However, having a Wolf form also speeds up the feelings of protectiveness obsessiveness... and certain other things.

Has such a sweet tooth.

Loves chocolate so much but ever since Wolfie happened, he can barely eat any 'cause he got that dog in him

Protective of Wild too, other than Y/n, he's probably the only other person that knows what he's been through

𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖉

18-19 years old, his adventure has just recently finished

His hair is longer than in his quest to save the princess, though definitely more choppy and wolf cut-like when not in his ponytail

Definitely more lean muscle in terms of build, and is probably average in height

Has triple pieced lobes and a few cartilage piercings, plans on getting more

Left side of his body is heavily scarred, partially deaf in his left ear. Also tends to lose feeling in his left arm and leg, so he prefers to use his right side

Can actually read and speak Hylian How do you think he read everyone's diaries

As we all know, he's one of the best cooks in Hyrule and can cook almost anything, but his favorite thing to make has got to be meat curry and a simple nut cake.

After you came along and introduced him to your foods??? Oh boy he's never been so excited-

Somehow made your favorite foods better than they already were

Closer with Twilight and Legend

Takes longer to catch feelings for you, as the mere concept of feeling toward another person is still a confusing topic for him since his slumber

One of the last ones to catch feelings for you, partially in denial because his belief of not being good enough for you/being very harsh on himself

Twilight almost immediately catches onto Wild's attraction towards you, Wild's not the best at masking nervousness around you

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[milliondollarnooboo]

'This was not the plan. '

'This was not supposed to happen.'

'How could I let this happen?'

'It was supposed to be casual, quick. Get in and get out. I've done this so many times before, how could I screw up this time?'

'It's only my first couple of months here... I wasn't supposed to get pregnant.'

"What are we gonna do, Michael? I can't raise a child! I'm too young for this!" she wailed, looking tearfully at the sheepish father of her unborn child.

"Hey, hey-- everything's going to be okay. We'll figure it out when the baby comes." Michael placed a reassuring hand on her arm.

" Right now, you need to relax. Look, I'll clean your house for you before I leave, then you can get some rest. Sound good?"

He didn't wait for a confirmation before turning around and heading for the soiled toilet in Natasha's neglected bathroom.

She stared after him, fingers shaking as she guided a can of instant meal to her mouth. The sweet strawberry concoction tasted bitter and rough on her tongue.

She knew she needed to eat better for the baby. But she didn't want to think about all of that. She never wanted this.

In the bathroom, Michael struggled to suppress his nausea as he scrubbed the toilet. But it's not the stench that was making him feel ill.

Hadn't she said she was on birth control? How could this happen?

Would they have to get married now? He could hardly leave her and the baby by themselves. She would need support.

But right now, he honestly didn't know if he was willing to step up for that.

An hour later, the house was clean. Natasha lay asleep on the couch, dried tear stains and a slight frown on her sleeping face. She looked so tired.

A pang of guilt shot through Michael at the sight of her. Without a word he turned and walked out into the night.

--

The next couple of months flew by in a haze for Natasha. She couldn't tell whether it was Monday or Saturday. Noon or evening. All she knew was exhaustion.

Her bump grew bigger, and with it came a determination to eat better.

'I guess this kid knows better than I do.'

She saw less and less of Michael as she drew closer to her due date.

Natasha missed being outside. But the shame of her predicament and the perpetual state of exhaustion made it near-impossible to open the front door.

But on some nights, when the loneliness was unbearable, she would push through that invisible barrier and go out to hunt for bugs in her front lawn.

Fireflies always reminded her of the city lights. She found them comforting.

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And then it was her due date.

Spending so much time alone, Natasha had made a little game of trying to predict when baby would come. As she sat at her dining table, she stared unseeingly at a scratch on the vinyl coating of the table.

'So, this is really happening. I am really about to be a mother.'

'What will my fans say... will they laugh at me?'

Distressed by the thought, Natasha spent the rest of the day on her bed, waiting.

At 9PM, baby Toby was born.

Thus began Natasha's new life.

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And that's it for rotation 1 with the Moretti household. I'm ngl this story feels a bit choppy on some parts because I wasn't prepared to develop it. I was gonna be lazy and just slap the screenshots on the post and call it a day, but I'm trying to be as intentional as other simmers whose BACC content I have enjoyed because of their storytelling.

I apologise for the uncropped and unedited screenshots. I'm writing this at 3 in the morning because I forgot to sleep while putting together my BACC post. I was working on it all day yesterday.

More coming soon :)

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[professional-crybb]

finished this portrait series of my shadow monk, Juno, illustrating their journey from Chosen of Bhaal to reformed bhaalspawn~

I am nearing the end of their playthrough, having just fought Orin and getting ready for an ill-advised alliance with an ex. the 1v1 duel with Orin was literally SO EASY as a monk, I cast hold monster on her in the first round of combat and then just punched her to death in two turns before she could take a single action. my last durge was a druid, and I struggled with the Orin duel on that playthrough, only actually winning because her AI glitched out and she kept skipping her actions (oops)

JUNO BEFORE THE TADPOLE

the top image shows two versions of Juno before the tadpole, first dressed up in their best cult leader ritual night finery and then in full assassin mode, stalking the shadows like a ghost. I really liked the way the face mask covers the lower half of their face, so that their identity is entirely hidden except for those piercing, bottomless black eyes. they were a devastatingly effective assassin, a zealous temple leader, and all-around a little freaky and unnerving, but they were also known for their dark humor, a blunt but soft-spoken thoughtfulness and, at times, a kindness and mercy that was most unbecoming of a Bhaal's chosen.

JUNO AFTER THE TADPOLE

on the bottom, we have Juno as they appear during the events of Baldur's Gate 3. just off the nautiloid, we see them looking disheveled and tired, like a sopping wet cat—sporting a choppy haircut courtesy of their once beloved sister Orin and new scars courtesy of Kressa Bonedaughter. they had no idea who they are aside from a name and an urge, and had near constant headaches, night terrors, panic attacks, and withdrawal-like symptoms that would only go away after killing. Act 1 was a pretty rough time of unhealthy coping mechanisms, trying to deal with the amnesia and the urges through drinking and sex, but all the while trying to do right by the people around them.

all through Act 2, they’re picking up the pieces of themself, bonding more deeply with Astarion, Shadowheart, and Halsin, and learning more about the wretched past they had forgotten. nearly losing Astarion to their urges terrifies them, and they try to distance themself from him, but it ultimately only brings them closer. seeing Shadowheart reject her goddess of her own will was another pivotal moment in their journey.

in Act 3, they decide to chop off the rest of their hair after the bhaalspawn revelation in Rivington led them to distance themself from their past and heritage once and for all--this is a new beginning for them. Jaheira (and by extension, Minsc) become important figures in Juno's life, Jaheira as mentor and confidante and Minsc as moral support. at the end, Astarion has rejected the ritual, Juno has rejected their father's blood, and they're well on their way to a new beginning, together.

[redwayfarers]

15 lines of dialogue

Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well! was tagged by @galadae, ty for the tag <3 tagging: @anneapocalypse, @lavampira, @hythlodaes, @scionshtola, @fantasmagoriam, @euelios <3

“Listen, when Minfilia died, I thought–” he looks away and rubs his eyes. “The world can go fuck itself for all I care, but I– he–” He shakes his hands around his head and hisses. “He’s my second chance at— at love, and if I ruin it because I’m a jackass–”  - defense

“You’re grossly overestimating my influence. Or maybe my liking of them.” Nika makes a face. “I wanna shoot half of them in the face. Member of the Heavensward, off you go. Annoying asshole, off you go. That’s a solid chunk of Ishgard’s nobility.” - 'ajde bar noćas budi mi drug

“Bah, you’re too prim and proper.” Nika puts a foot down. The heels echo in the otherwise silent room like a battle trumpet. It may be the drink he’s had, but his next words come out offensively shamelessly. “I like the way your collarbones look.” - (you) restless son

“Alright,” Artoirel says slowly, “but if there’s anything we, or I, can do to help, do not hesitate to say. I do want our relationship to be a positive one, even though my first impressions may have led you to believe otherwise.” Care to suck my dick? That would make me feel so much better . “I’ll be down soon, and I want to dress in peace, for fuck’s sake.” - crisis he didn't ask for but got anyway

“I bet,” Lucretia replies, with a hint in her voice that she understands what he’s hiding behind that little word. “Do Ishgardians have any board games?”  “Kill a dragon, maybe.” - how unreasonably in love i am with (everything) you (do)

“You’re afraid I’m gonna hate it or something? Is that why you sound like you’re a kid meeting your idol for the first time?” - (you) restless son

“That bad, huh?” He laughs, but it’s a choppy, insincere thing. “I suppose I am.” A moment of silence. “I’m just so fucking tired, Minfilia. I’m angry at Ascians. I’m angry at Garlemald. I’m angry at the likes of Teledji Adeledji. There’s only so many arrows I have for each of them. And only so much patience, too. Besides, fighting shit hurts. It’s hard on the body.”  - to (kick your feet) strive but never to yield

“Is something amiss, Nika?” Minfilia’s voice rings in close proximity, worried.  “I’d say our Warrior of Light has yet to let go of his anger for the Ascians,” Thancred supplies and Nika’s eyes open.  “If you of all people aren’t angry at them, Thancred, then what the fuck are you doing with your life,” Nika says and he would flinch at the way he says Thancred’s name, like venom. Thankfully, he does too.  “I am angry, Nika. But I don’t allow my anger to destroy the Rising Stones.”  “Instead you destroy your fucking liver–” - to (kick your feet) strive, but never to yield

Artoirel frowns. “This House relies on me. Aymeric relies on me. Sacrifices must be made.”  “I can learn to forge your signature and sign all your documents.”  “Without reading them?”  “Naturally. Formal speak annoys me.”  Artoirel drops his nose into Nika’s shoulder. “That is not how this functions and I am not letting you forge my signature.”  Nika huffs. “Can’t blame a guy for wanting a hobby. It’s not like my body lets me do jack shit these days.” - how unreasonably in love i am with (everything) you (do)

“That you are,” Artoirel says. He then turns all serious again. “How are you doing these days?”  “Me?”  “Yes. These recent events have been.. Tumultuous for all of us. Most of all for you.”  Nika frowns. “Losing people feels like absolute shit, Artoirel.” - cold nights in ishgard

He’s quiet for a long time. Long enough to get him on the bed, to get him under the woolen covers. Long enough to sit beside him and run a hand down his arm and have him lean into the touch like it’s a gulp of water in the midst of a drought.  “I’m scared, Mom,” he croaks, and buries his head in the pillows. “Gods save me, I’m so scared.” - defense

“My actual name’s Nikita, so you can call me whatever you want. I’m all three of these fuckers.” Nika shrugs and drops the pillow. - crisis he didn't ask for but got anyway

“Fine– I think you’re not only good at aiming, but also good- looking. Is it a crime in the Brume to be attracted to people?” Nika taps a nail against the trigger of his firearm.  “Not at all.” Hilda smiles. She walks over, the end of her weapon clinks against the metal of her tall boots, and she looks up at him. Her lips are full and red from the cold and her eyes shine in amusement and pleasure. “Join me for mulled wine later? Maybe a card game, if your pride lets you?” Nika huffs. “It’s not about pride, woman – but yes. I will join you for mulled wine. It’s stupidly cold in Ishgard.”   Hilda places a hand on his forearm. “I’ll make sure it’s all warm for you, Nika.”  - 'ajde bar noćas budi mi drug

“I get it.” Nika laughs, but it’s devoid of any amusement. “We’re similar, I think. It’s why we get along. We’re both fucked up right now, we can’t talk about it, so you overwork yourself and I annoy people. Should I go to Coerthas to chase heretics?”  - how unreasonably in love i am with (everything) you (do)

“Of course,” he taps the space beside him, “come, sit.” His heart wants to leap out of his chest, both easy and dragged down at the same time, and Nika thinks about the faded, long line on his face. Does she like men with scars?   It’s a useless inquiry anyway. She just asked for a song, not a love confession. He’s not sure he’ll ever be ready to give a love confession anyway. Because, Twelve preserve him, he is just a little bit in love with Minfilia. - does she like men with scars?

[indian-kahani]

Day 28: Walk of Pride

sorry for not posting in ages guys i was struggling through my writer's block -_- anyway here you go! hope you like it <3 i struggled to write it ngl, idk if I really like it but ah well.

tags: @desi-lgbt-fest, @manujanolavu @morally-gayy @desi-yearning (let me know if you want to be added/removed)

Rati had always been scared to attend a Pride festival.

It felt like admission: yes, I am gay. Yes, I am proud.

Proud of what? What did she have that made her special? She had always been a blank puzzle, with missing pieces that could be scattered anywhere across the globe. How was she supposed to colour herself in rainbow and call it Pride?

Rainbows had always seemed like sad, fickle things to her. Small chinks of happiness that were erased by the sun. That were only possible with the most specific combination of events. Rain, and sunlight slanting exactly the right way.

Then what did that say about herself?

What did that make her?

Delicate? Impossible?

She had always been such a good girl: she sat in the front row. She played two instruments. She handed her work in on time. She didn’t doodle, didn’t gossip, didn’t daydream. Didn’t, didn’t, didn’t. Her entire life had hinged on couldn’t, wouldn’t, didn’t.

What could she do?

She was named for the Goddess of Love, after all. Then why wasn’t she confident in her own? Did that kind of confidence only come with straight love? Was she really as broken as her mother implied when she talked about lesbians? Every time she felt butterflies in her stomach, she locked them away. The day she called herself gay, she felt something inside her that she hadn’t felt before.

A sense of belonging.

That was the only reason she persevered, if she was being honest. That feeling had lit a flame inside her, a tiny sun of her own.

God knew there was enough rain in her heart. Maybe this little sun would make her own rainbow.

So when she went to college, she kept her head up and a smile on her face. She knocked at the door of the college Pride Club, and when the leader, (‘Padma’, her name tag read) opened it, she plucked up all her courage and asked:

“Excuse me, does this college have a pride event?”

She was half expecting Padma to laugh at her. For her to shoo her away and say that young girls, in their first year at college, didn’t belong at Pride.

Except – that wasn’t what happened at all.

Padma held the door open with a gentle smile and beckoned her in. “Of course! In fact, we have a pride event tomorrow, to mark the end of Pride Month. Do you want to meet the rest of the team?”

Rati hesitated. If she stepped over that line that marked the boundary between corridor and classroom, she would be safe. She could go back to reading in the library and not stirring up a fuss and presenting as ordinary. She could be good little Rati that never stepped out of line, just like she had been for the last seventeen years.

But something inside her was tired of being good. A little voice (her namesake, perhaps?) whispered to her that perhaps it was time to try being bad for a change.

And so, she offered a radiant smile for what she hoped to find in that room.

“I would love to.”

Pride Club was not like what she had expected at all. In fairness, though, she didn’t know what she’d expected. Whatever it was, it wasn’t this.

Ten to fifteen students lounged around the classroom, eating their lunch and chattering playfully with each other. Padma, perhaps sensing that she was getting a little shyer, put a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

“Guys!” she called to make herself heard over the chatter. “Oi! Guys!”

Everyone turned to look at her, and Rati dropped her gaze to the ground at their subtle scrutiny. “This is our new member, Rati,” Padma gestured to her. “Be nice, all right?”

“Hi, Rati!” A short girl with choppy bangs grinned at her. “I’m Anshika, Padma’s favourite-” she lowered her voice, winking as if divulging a secret, “-and only – girlfriend!”

Padma blushed. “Shut up.”

“H-Hi, Anshika-ji.” Rati managed to smile shyly at her.

“I’m Khushi!”

“Anshuman.”

“Hey! Ravi here.”

As they made their introductions, something settled in Rati’s heart that had been fluttering around inside of her. She allowed the smile on her face to settle. This… this felt nice.

The next day, it took far less courage to show up to the Pride event.

This is it. She thought. I’m finally admitting it.

She held her flag tightly, and when the moment came, waved it high in the air. For once, the rainbow seemed strong, invincible. More than a trick of the light.

This felt like belonging.

This was her family.

This was her place.

And this was her pride.

hope you guys like it! feel free to tell me what you think in reblogs/comments etc :]

@desi-lgbt-fest

[impulsivelycontentious]

I do this for the VAST majority of cooking and I am a stroke victim with a bad heart and no culinary background AT ALL, and yeah, 35-45m.

ALSO, you can just throw in frozen veg. It fucks ip your cook times a lot but, they come pre cut most of the time, which is what happens when i'm Le Tired.

You can also season with just butter if you're just Done, on the plate, which is easier to clean up the pan from than sauces. It is pretty bland, try to buy grads fed cow butter, it makes a difference.

I also have garlic powder and dried onion for no choppy days. They're not as good. I can and do fet packs of onion and pepper, frozenm again for when i cannot be using the cuttinf board.

The one skillet for 2-3 meals method is VERY GOOD, and very versitile. It scales up and it scales down. I have a higher proportion of veg to meat and use a slightly oversized cast iron skillet. They HAVE to be cleaned while hot so just after plating is good.

I am also known to throw in some soy sauce and seasme oil. Very versatile.

i had to make a solution for this for myself, mostly because of depression, but it makes a nice How To for folks who are low on spoons or could use some help in the kitchen.

Fortunately i was a professional cook for over a decade. UNfortunately the first post i made explaining it was suuuuper long. Let's see if i can do better

So you select any protein that you can cook in a frying pan -- chicken breasts, ground beef, pork chops, sausages, steak, chicken thighs, whatever. You also select one or two types of veggie (mushrooms or tubers also work, i just did this with potatoes and carrots for dinner tonight).

[i like cooking for vegetarians, but this is how i cook for myself when i'm low on spoons - perhaps i'll do another post for meatless meals]

You'll also need some kind of oil, and a sauce or two of your choice in a bottle. All cooking gear is a large frying pan with lid (i prefer non-stick) a spatula, a cutting board, and a knife.

You cut the veggies into bite size pieces, cut up enough for two meals. One kind of veggie is fine, or you can do mix two or three

Put frying pan on medium heat with a little oil. Tubers or mushrooms or go in the pan a few minutes before the protein. 2 portions of the protein goes in the pan, about 5 minutes with lid (don't worry you can still get a good sear on both sides)

Now flip your protein if it's flip-able and add normal veggies, put the lid back on another five-ish minutes.

Take your protein out and put it with one portion of the veggies in a microwave safe container. That's going to be your lunch tomorrow. Put the other portion of protein on a plate to rest (you have to let a cooked protein sit a couple minutes before you serve it or when you cut into it all the juices run out and it goes dry - the liquids thicken as it cools, preventing this drying out if you let it rest, the goal is to serve it very warm but not hot hot)

While it's resting, pour some sauce from your bottle in the pan with the rest of the veggies and turn up the heat. A single sauce/bottle is fine, i like to get fancy and mix a couple. Two examples of personal favorite mixes are 1: bbq sauce and a hot sauce like sriracha 2: roughly equal parts low sodium soy sauce and worcestershire (makes something similar to a teriyaki sauce) A swallow of wine is almost always a great option if you want to add that to your sauce too, just add it to the pan before the other sauces so the alcohol has time to burn off.

...

Here is the important bit. While your veggies are finishing, wash your cutting board and chef knife. Then when you dump your veggies and sauce over your protein on the plate, while it is still too hot to eat, you wash your frying pan and spatula before you eat. Now the only dishes you have left to do are your plate and fork. Maybe a steak knife.

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The whole thing takes about 35 minutes even with washing the dishes, and that includes your lunch for the next day- just pour a different sauce on and stick it in the microwave for a couple minutes (or five minutes back in the frying pan) and you have a full healthy lunch with a different flavor

You can use this technique every single meal and it yields hundreds of combinations, from pork and potatoes bbq, to salmon and broccoli teriyaki, to chicken and zucchini in a soy glaze.

It will keep you down to less than an hour of kitchen time per day total for both lunch and dinner including all dish clean up, uses the least dishes, the least effort, requires the least technique, and is, depending on what you pick out, very affordable

here are a couple more examples from this month; i didn’t take pictures of the salmon i did recently, but you get the idea

it's not super fancy, but it is easy, affordable, quick, and any flavors you want. Hope this helps some folks

Happy Cooking!

[convexly]

09/10/2023

Been a few weeks...

my sister chopped my hair.. -_-

I am doing physical therapy and we did dry needling this past week

I 8 hours a week to relax my wrist

I'm still worried about Cocoa. He is doing well, no episodes so far. <3 praying that it stays that way.

I'm going to take a few days off this month. We were planning on going out of town but I think we should stay in.

Since my sister fucked up my hair I got it sorta fixed but I'm extremely sad because I've always had long hair. My hair is now shorter than I'd like it to be. Also the back is choppy as fuck. I just gotta let it grow out.

I just took Cocoa for a nice 35min walk and hopped on our stationary bike for 30 mins. I showered and I'm feeling tired. But I need to vacuum the living room. I'm going to nap. lol

[kusunokihime]

     [ Okie dokie! I managed to stuff the queue pretty well - I’ve got 12 / 20 owed replies in there, mixed with pics and memes as per usual. Should last six days and (hopefully) give me time to get the rest done soon and keep things going after that as threads come back in / asks get sent. Gonna try really hard to keep up, so long as I’ve got things to reply to. Still pretty busy but I’ve been doing my best to wriggle in here when I can :’D So that’s the current situation, and we’ll see if maybe I can finish up the rest tomorrow. No idea. For now I’ma call it a night tho, so I’ll see everyone later~ ]

[crossroadsandloudmusic]

Omg can I pls request our lovely 3 demon slayer boys (aged up) along with tengen and rengoku reacting to their gf getting (semi long) acrylics pls! (Can be fluff or smut idc) thank you!

I AM LITERALLY JEALOUS I DIDNT THINK OF THIS SOONER OMGGG OF COURSE

ANON!!!! ANON!!!!!!!! I FINISHED IT FOR YOU!!!!! IM SUPER SORRY IF THE FLOW IS OFF AND STORIES ARE KINDA CHOPPY IM REALLY TIRED AND TODAY HAS BEEN RIDICULOUS BUT I HOPE YOU SERIOUSLY ENJOY AND IF YOU HAVE ANYTHING ELSE YOU’D LIKE ME TO WRITE FOR YOU ILL ABSOLUTELY DO IT FOR YOU!!! Once again I do apologize I realize this isn’t my best work but I seriously hope you enjoy it regardless. If you don’t like it I’m more than willing to cut my pinky off way of the house husband style🙏

Criticism/tips welcome!!!

Request are always open!!!

warnings: heavy smut, vulgar language, nsfw themes, characters are aged up in these scenarios

If anything mentioned above may cause harm to your mental health do not read.

Kamaboko Squad + Rengoku and Tengen reacting to Semi long Acrylic Nails:

Tanjiro Kamado:

When you first brought up the idea of getting acrylics, Tanjiro was excited!

Tanjiro supports you no matter what and if you want to get pretty nails he is all for it!

He will even ask to pay for them, he wants to show his love anyway he can. 

He secretly wants you to get his haori pattern on your nails at least once, he wants everyone that sees you to know you are his. But like in a sweet way. 

After you get your nails, he is in awe. You look so feminine! So beautiful!

He adores you anyways, but seeing you express yourself so confidently makes his heart swell with pride.

Regardless of color or pattern you get he will admire them and compliment you any chance he gets.

He thinks you look really badass when you wield your sword with your nails. 

His heart would absolutely STOP if your nails matched your breathing technique.

On the more intimate side of things, Tanjiro would be entranced by them in bed.

When he’s fucking you, he wants to feel them. He wants you to claw his back, his arms, his chest. He wants to feel and see just how good he’s pleasuring you. 

“Am I making you feel good, love?” Tanjiro asked while he thrusted into you, his movements full of love and care.

“Yes, yes it feels so good-please keep going.” You whispered in the shell of his ear. Tanjiro dropped himself on top of you and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, so he could pound you even deeper. He quickened his pace, he just needed to hear you, to feel you digging in his back.

“Let me feel you, scratch me, dig your nails into my back.” Tanjiro said breathlessly, you did as he asked and raked your fingers up and down his back. Red trails ran from the tops of his shoulders down to hips, he shuddered under your touch. 

“Just like that-I’m so close.” Tanjiro begged as he kept up his rhythm as best as he could. You began to claw him harder, your strokes becoming slower as you lost your focus. You couldn’t help but lose yourself in the euphoria Tanjiro was putting you in. Before long the two of you came together, Tanjiro spilling his seed deep inside while you clenched him so tightly.

From then on your nails are an absolute turn on for him.

Will offer every time to pay for your nails and then as soon as the two of you get a moment alone he will want to try them out. 

10/10 supportive teddy bear that absolutely has a nail kink now. 

Inosuke Hashibira: 

Inosuke was very confused by your nails at first. 

“Did you get them to improve your fighting skills?” He’d ask.

You would gently explain to him that you got them because you like them. He doesn’t quite understand but hey as long as you’re happy, he’s happy.

He didn’t really get interested in them till one day he asked you to scratch a spot on his back he couldn’t reach. He was instantly hooked, it had been the most relieving itch of his life. 

Now whenever he has an itch you are obligated to do it for him, in fact he will constantly pester you to scratch his back and scalp. 

This sort of ritual between the two of you becomes a habit. When laying down together at night, Inosuke will press his back against you so you can scratch it for him. You later realized he wanted you to do it till he fell asleep, which you didn’t mind because it was cute seeing his needy side. 

One night you mistakenly thought he had fallen asleep, so you flipped over to find a comfortable position for yourself. That was until a very grumpy Inosuke turned and barked,

“Hey, I wasn’t asleep yet! Keep scratching!” 

On the outside you sighed and continued raking his back, but on the inside you were laughing hysterically. 

Besides their use, Inosuke thinks you look hot with your new nails. Especially when you’re mad or fighting a demon, you remind him of a wild animal. 

When things get hot and heavy, his interest towards your nails becomes more intense. 

He developed an infatuation with them and he constantly wants to see them wrapped around his dick. 

He just loves how your hands look, how dangerous they can be, but instead of hurting him they are pleasuring him to the best of your ability.

You sat on your knees in between his legs while you took Inosuke’s full length down your throat. Guttural moans and growls filled your ears as he continued to grind deep into your touch. Inosuke threw his head back and both his hands were intertwined in your hair, shoving your head down even further. One hand on his shaft that guided your lips up and down, while the other cupped his balls. This drove him wild, he could help but arch and thrust up into you. The more you slurped, the more he groaned. When his eyes weren’t rolling back into his head he would catch glimpses of you so eagerly sucking him. What finally pushed him over the edge was the way you looked up at him, your (e/c) eyes, your lips, your nails, they wrapped themselves so perfectly around his dick. It was too much and he spilled every last bit of his cum down your throat. 

9/10 only because you have to constantly scratch his back now, but he is overwhelmingly thrilled about them. 

Zenitsu Agatsuma:

One afternoon you mentioned to Zenitsu that you thought about getting your nails done, and of course Zenitsu was elated. That being said he worships the ground you walk on, so you knew that getting your nails done wouldn’t be a problem. 

Immediately after getting them done he has to see them. He holds your hands and inspects them smiling the whole time.

“They are so beautiful, (Y/n). Almost as beautiful as you.” He’d say while giving you a cheeky smirk. 

Thinks they are absolutely gorgeous and will always suggest colors or patterns he thinks would look good. But whatever design you pick out he will shower you in compliments about how you are so creative and brilliant.

He literally beams with pride every time you are around. 

If you suggested getting them done with a lightning design, this man will fall to his knees and propose to you again. He has absolutely done it before and absolutely does it again till you say yes. Even after you two are engaged he will still beg you to marry him. 

He already thinks you hung the moon, so when you are in battle and he sees you in all your glory, he will pass out from excitement and fear. 

He thinks your nails are a wonderful way to express yourself, especially in the demon slayer corps whenever has the same uniform. 

On the flip side to this, he is actually quite intimidated by your nails. He is already intimidated by you, but your amazing looks accompanied by your bold nails has him submissive. 

Especially in the bedroom. He is used to you taking control but now more than ever does he let you guide him. Something about your nails sparked something inside of him, you seemed now to demand authority and he intended to listen to your every command. 

“Do you like what I’m doing for you? Am I doing good?” Zenitsu would ask as he pounded into you. He loved the way you moaned and praised him, he craved it, he had to have your approval.

“Ah-you’re-you’re doing amazing baby, keep going for a little longer okay, baby?” You’d say in between gasps and moans, he pounded into you so passionately. He wanted to please you so desperately, if only you’d give him the honor of being able to be hopelessly dedicated to you for the rest of his life. 

Feeling both his and your climaxes approaching, you grabbed Zenitsu and threw him onto his back. You immediately straddled him, sunk yourself on to his length and began to ride him roughly. Zenitsu's eyes grew wide as he watched you bounce up and down on him, just the thought of you pleasuring yourself on him was enough to make him finish three times over. 

You watched his face flutter as you bobbed faster, then a truly filthy thought came to you.  You ran your hand up his chest and to his neck, you wrapped your fingers around his throat and began to squeeze. Almost instantly the two of you released simultaneously. 

Since that night, Zenitsu loves if you choke him, he loves it even more if he can feel your nails in the soft skin of his neck.

10/10 very much loves them and very much loves you.

Kyojuro Rengoku:

On your weekly date with Kyojuro, the two of you walked past a salon on the way home. You saw a young woman walk out with bright red acrylic nails and you fell in love with the look. When you both arrived home you mentioned it to him to which Kyojuro smiled widely and exclaimed,

“I think you would look amazing with them, darling!” 

Several days later you got your first set and went to Kyojuro. Much like Zenitsu, Kyojuro loves them! He would tell you that they are gorgeous and match your personality perfectly!

He begs you to get a set with flames on them, to which you agree. Kyojuro is over the moon about your nails and loves it even more when you coordinate your outfits to match them. He loves it even more when you play with his hair with them. As you run your fingers through his bright unruly hair he melts into your touch, you are always so gentle with him. So much so he blushes and shivers as you ruffle his mane. 

One evening though you stumbled upon a very interesting reaction from Kyojuro. Together the two of you laid in your shared futon, tired from a day full of training. You softly grazed your fingers across his back until his muscles quickly clenched. You nails had passed over the soft skin above his hips, and when you did it again you got the same reaction. As you went for a third pass Kyojuro gently grabbed your hand and pulled it around him.

“Darling, that tickles.” He said half asleep.

A devilish grin spread across your face. 

“Oh, I’m sorry baby…I didn’t realize this tickles!” You yelled before attacking his sides. 

Kyojuro’s eyes shot wide open and his muscles clenched. A terribly joyful smile spread across his face as he began to try and defend himself. Then his boisterous laughter erupted as held his arms tightly against his sides and brought his knees to his chest.

“No, stop it, (Y/n)! How dare you use my weakness against me! I won’t forget this!” Yelled Kyojuro as he still continued to howl in laughter. Soon you were caught up in your own laughter and failed to notice that he had escaped your grasp, and when you finally looked to find Kyojuro you saw him standing before you with his arms crossed; a mischievous grin of his own upon his lips. 

Seeing his expression you quickly wrapped yourself in the blankets from the bed and took off running out the room, you giggling the entire way. Kyojuro chased after you till he caught you, and when he did he tickled like you had tickled him. 

Soon the tickling turned into touching and kissing. Together on the floor the two of you sensual kisses one another as your hands wandered each other's bodies. You removed Kyojuro’s clothing and your hands traced the muscles on his chest and abdomen. Again Kyojuro’s muscles tensed but this time Kyojuro groaned in your mouth. Feeling your wandering fingers and the slight sharpness of your nails fueled his fire, he could feel his blood rushing faster the more you touched him.

He quickly picked you and ran to your shared room, once inside he threw you on to the bed.

As fast as he could, he entered inside you, both yours and his moans filled the room while your clothes were strewn about the room.

He delivered his ruthless thrust in between your legs while you laid on your back, one of his hands supporting his weight and the other holding yours flush against his chest.

“Yes that’s it, Darling, keep touching me, I need to feel you.” He grunted out as he continued to rut inside you. Following his request, you placed both your hands against his chest and squeezed his muscles. This rendered the most sinful of moans from Kyojuro.

12/10 Kyojuro is ticklish and you can utilize this for your agenda. Oh and yeah he loves your nails but still…you can threaten him with tickling.

Uzui Tengen:

Tengen was your inspiration for the nails originally. He always had his nails painted and he would paint yours whenever you wanted him too. So when you brought the idea to his attention, he wanted to get them done right away!

That was something he always loved about you, you were just as flashy as he was. You wore a dazzling haori, along with gorgeous gems that hung around your neck, wrist, and waist. Even more so you wore a similar makeup to him, which never failed to warm his heart. The nails were only your next step in your flamboyance journey!

After getting your first set, you went home and showed them to everyone. The girls and Tengen fawned over them! Seeing just how stylish you looked the girls wanted to get a set as well, Tengen couldn’t have been happier. 

The four of you fully exemplified the phrase ‘power couple’, especially you and Tengen. Considering you were both hashira in the demon slayer corps, people and the other slayers noticed you. You were a flashy, flamboyant couple who matched each other’s energy so well, and Tengen never missed a chance to show you off. 

Along with improving your look it seemed that your nails improved your fighting as well. Tengen knew this was from your recent boost in confidence, but he still told you it was the flashiness that was giving you strength.

When it came to the late evenings spent at his estate, the four of you spent your time together entangled with one another between the sheets. You were already a flashy lover; as Tengen had put it, but now you were ever more so. 

As you laid with your knees pressed into the soft fabric of your bed, Tengen slammed into you mercilessly. He loved hearing your whines and begs as he shoved himself as deep into you as he could go, he watched your body melt with pleasure as he fulfilled your every desire. You gripped the sheets as tightly as you could, he loves watching you struggle to find something to steady yourself on. 

“You like how I’m fucking your pussy, hm? Want me to go harder? Want me to go faster?” Tengen asked as he continued with his swift thrust. You could barely breathe, let alone speak. All of it was so amazing you couldn’t do anything but moan his name over and over.

“Uzui-oh fuck-Uzui!” You cried feeling yourself draw ever closer to your release.

“What do you want? Tell me and I’ll give you that and so much more-Fuck! You feel so good.” Tengen’s dirty words were filled with honey. You could feel him start to falter as he too became closer. 

“Harder, faster, please!” You managed to beg, and instantly Tengen’s hands gripped waist harshly. He changed his position to where he rested on knee, while the other stood beside your hips to help keep you steady. Just like that Tengen released his lust fueled strength upon you. He rammed into you while pulling your hips to meet him, he was completely buried inside. 

“That’s it, cum for me (Y/n), cum on my cock.” Just hearing his command made you fall into your blissful release. Your body clenched and squirted around his dock causing his eyes to roll back into his skull. His pace slowed and he pulled out of you, you still bent over as you recovered. 

Tengen maneuvered you and himself to where your head was now in between his legs. 

“It’s my turn now, baby. Show me how bad you want to please me.” Tengen said, a smirk plastered against his face. 

Knowing exactly what you wanted you took him in your mouth and began to quickly bob your head up. Sultry moans and groans fell from Tengen’s lips as he watched how diligently you sucked him. 

“That’s it, keep going.” He’d say he has guided your head down further. He loved watching you struggle and hearing you gag. 

Before long, Tengen met his own release and covered your mouth, face, and hands with his juices. Seeing you covered in his cum almost immediately made him hard again, and when you began to lick your fingers clean, he was ready for round two. 

6000/10 you are the flashiest couple of all time, the whole four of you look badass, respectfully. 

[nervousgardenerkid]

you've been chopped

the eddie munson brainrot is strong today. i randomly thought of this and wasn't sure how to end it so sorry if it lowkey sucks🫶🏽 credit to gif owner! <3

Eddie Munson was a man of many things. He was a sick guitar player, a badass dungeon lord, and he was your pretty boy, but there was one thing for sure. Eddie Munson was not a hairdresser.

It was a late friday night for you as you painted your nails humming the familiar tune of We belong together by Ritchie Valens. You smiled softly thinking of eddie while ritchie sang softly in the background. you jumped and let out a whine when you saw you got polish on your finger due to the phone ringing.

“whoever this is you better have a good reason for calling me at,” you glanced at the clock. “12:30 am!”

“y/n! you need to come over!”

you furrowed your brows. “eddie? what are you doing up-”

“THERE’S NO TIME JUST COME OVER.” then the line went dead. you let out a mouthful of curse words and you changed into more suitable clothes and snuck out your window. before you closed it you glanced at your bed and blew it a kiss.

“soon my love, we will be united. this, i promise.”

-

you gently knocked on the door of the familiar trailer and gasped when you saw eddie.

“eddie…”

“please don't say anything.”

“eddie why..?”

eddie let out a sigh and crossed his arms stepping aside to let you in. you stepped into the trailer not taking your eyes off him.

“my bangs were getting long…”

“so you hacked them off with a chainsaw?!”

eddie shushed you and put his hands over your mouth while jerking his head towards his sleeping uncle. he grabbed your hand and dragged you into the restroom closing the door behind him.

“please just help me fix it.”

you sighed and grabbed his face tilting his head in all directions to see the damage. “i don't know eddie…i'll try my best but i'm not making any promises.”

eddie isn't sure if it's cause of the lack of sleep he's been getting or if he just genuinely hates what he's done, but he swears he's going to cry.

“are you gonna break up with me now that i really look like a freak?” he questioned quietly.

you looked at him in shock, refusing to believe those words just came out of his mouth. “eddie what?!” you didn't mean to sound so angry, but you couldn't help the fact that you were.

“why would you even say that? why would you even think that?”

eddie sat on the toilet seat and shrugged his shoulders.

“when you saw me you just looked scared.”

you let out a sigh and straddled him while running your hands through his choppy hair.

“eddie i wasn't scared, you just caught me off guard! i'm going to stay with you no matter what.”

eddie finally locked eyes with you and smiled softly.

“even if i was bald?”

“eddie you could turn into a vampire and have wings and you'd still be the prettiest boy in all of hawkins.”

his smile widened as he pulled you in by the guitar pick necklace he gave you as a present.

“you're too good to me.” he mumbled before pressing his lips to yours.

kissing eddie was something you'd never get tired of. the way his arms snaked around you trying to bring you even closer to him made your whole body tingle. his fingers played with the hem of your shirt as you pulled away trying to catch your breath. He let out a whine and quickly chased your lips closing the gap once again.

“I could kiss you forever.” he mumbled against your lips. his kisses started trailing down further until you grabbed his hair gently pulling him back.

“and just what do you think you're doing munson?”

he smiled at you. “i was going to get some food.”

“food?”

“yeah, you said you'd love me if i was a vampire so,” he trailed off wiggling his eyebrows.

you giggled and shook your head at him. “first things first,” you grabbed the pair of scissors that were resting on the sink and fixed his hair. “let's fix this hair up, choppy.”

[ratboyrecall]

Tenth Post - After putting this off a bunch of times, having a dilemma as to how the make this, and then going completely oblivious to the fact I did not post this, I am finally giving you a story. Now then. Without further ado, I present to you chapter 3!

Worlds Apart Will Soon Collide: Part 3

We had finished the milkshakes, a couple other people showing up after.

One of them came up to me, introducing himself as Sodapop. Sodapop seemed like an enjoyable person, cracking jokes alongside Two-Bit.

To be honest, both had rather curious names so of course, I had to ask.

Sodapop was easily up for it, as he said it was his real name. His ease soon grew into embarrassment as the others started to tease him for it. Eventually, Ponyboy got the other two to calm down.

Two-Bit on the other hand wasn't so keen on sharing whether or not it was his real name; therefore, I just gave up.

Eventually, the other introduced himself, his gruff voice seeming to echo in my mind as if he were some wise elder figure from a movie. This man introduced himself as Darry, Soda and Pony's older brother.

The joy that came from the group messing around with each other was indescribable. Mainly because it was one I had forgotten even existed amongst people. Honestly, the feeling was refreshing.

Later on, the Curtis brothers left, leaving me with Dally and Two-Bit. There was a bit of a light atmosphere as well as a discussion but eventually, the latter left.

So there sat me and the most stubborn man out of this group I've met so far. The only noise present was the voices of others and a clinking that came from Dally tapping his milkshake. We stayed silent until finally, I couldn't take enough of the awkward stress running through my blood.

"So... Is there anything you want to say?"

Dally looked up from his shake, a look of confusion on his face.

"Are you talking to me?..."

With a sigh, I nodded.

"No one else I know is here anymore..."

A grin suddenly made an appearance on his face as he took his thumb and ran it across his lips.

"Huh... The more I think about it, you're more feisty than any of the girls I've tried picking up. Got an attitude to ya. It's sorta funny you have more sass to ya than an eighth year old spoiled girl. Anyway, if yer askin' about our sleepover and if it has any rules, there ain't nothin' to worry about. You just... gotta keep yourself though."

I could help but raise an eyebrow at this peculiar set of words.

"So first, there were no rules. But you then give one?... That was like adding a "but" to that sentence. Just practically cancels out the part before that."

There came a scoff from Dally as he murdered the words smart-ass under his breath. The comment got me to smile, even if it bugged me a little.

"Look, when I tell you not to go snoopin' round, I mean it. My type ain't exactly forgiving when it comes to getting in somethin' yer not 'pose to, you got that?"

There was no chance I could hold off my sudden fit of giggling with what just went on. Dally looking all serious with his choppy grammar was simply making me weak.

"My god- You sure are hilarious... That accent... And who even is your type anyways? Not only that but are you talking about groups you hang out with or the females you choose when you say "your type"? If it's the first one, know I can take on a few females. Besides, it's rude to just keep me awake listening to something like that. I'd rather sleep in a box if you're gonna bring girls over tonight."

Dally growled, looking around before grabbing me by the collar.

"How 'bout you shut your mouth, wise guy. I wasn't talking about girls, I was talkin' about the people I crash with. And unless you want your brains blown out on their pavement, shut your yap- I'm just trying to keep ya from trouble."

As much fun as it would've been provoking Dallas, I decided to give it up, tired of his snappy attitude. Taking a glance at my empty milkshake cup, I shrugged.

"Fine. If you're trying to do something nice, I won't bug you about it. All I want to know is what I shouldn't do so neither of us get in trouble. I don't want to be kicked out of another house by someone's folks."

Dally raised a brow, looking at me funny.

"I thought I told you. Or at least one of the others did."

"Told what?"

"I don't live with my folks. I share a place with one of my buds. Well, more like acquaintance or whatever the word that Ponyboy kid uses to describe people you talk to. I don't really like him because he's annoying at time and doesn't know when he should keep his ass out conversations or such but he is decent company. That and he has a place to crash at so I stay with him. For now, at least."

My mind traveled, sending it's many cars down the paths of thought. On one hand, it was a place to sleep until things rolled over. Sleeping was all that needed to be done there because it was somewhat easy to continue living outside of someplace, especially with school. But on the other, there were still chances that could let me run into the other occupant, something I didn't want. Now I see what Dally didn't want happening.

What if that other man was some pervert or criminal? At any point in time, he could stab me or walk in on me in the shower. That's a thought I couldn't help but shiver at.

Dally seemed to take notice as he gave me a glance of confusion.

"Well, it's sounds okay but before we go, could we get some fries? They're something no one can mess up and I'm feeling a little bit hungry."

With a sigh, he looked around the diner.

"That'd just take up more money from me..."

I couldn't help but snicker while questioning him.

"You act like I'm a black hole sucking up your money and yet you're still getting those fries? I'm starting to believe what you say is the opposite of what you mean."

I only got a groan in response as he flagged down a waitress.

Once we received the "meal," we got up and started the journey to his place.

[thevikingwoman]

So I had a little idea for a fling for Meryta, my WoL. Spoilers for ARR patches and the beginning of HW

Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV | Words: 941 | Read on Ao3

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Meryta Khatin x Emmanellain de Fortemps | start of HW | fluff/romance Rating: Gen. New relationship, fling, start of relationship, surprise attraction, kissing

Reprieve - part 1

Meryta is grateful the servants of the Fortemps Manor keep the hearths going all night long. She’s fervently rubbing her hands against each other, the cold just doesn’t seem to leave her.

Maybe it wasn’t the smartest to go mining in Coerthas Highlands in the dead of night, but she couldn’t sleep, and sometimes there are ores you can only really find at night. The snowy wastes are peaceful in the dark, but very, very cold. Tonight, it was better than another sleepless night, tossing and turning, despite the nice bed and warm blankets in the room the Count has made available to her. She’s still cold from the snow and aetheryte travel, it’s like she hasn’t been warm for weeks.

At least it was somewhat fruitful. She wishes she could show Adelberta what she’s mined, but she cannot. She cannot go to Ul’dah. She’s far to recognizable and ever since –

The doors swing open, a little too loud for the quiet room, interrupting her treacherous train of thoughts. No matter how tired she is, she doubts sleep will come tonight.

“Miss Meryta!” Emmanellain walks in, dressed in rich fur and tall boots, his black hair messy about his face. It’s probably some sort of fashion, and she self-consciously smooths her hand over her choppy locks.

“I did not anticipate anyone was up this late, least of all you, our hero.”

He sweeps into a gallant bow, his eyes sparkling. She cannot help but smile.

“I was but mining. It is quite useful to provide one’s own materials.”

“I did not realize you were a woman of that many talents. Is it not cold and dangerous to mine at night?” Emmanalin throws himself on the couch, his head bouncing back against the headrest. “Probably not for you, I suppose.”

“It is quite cold out there,” she agrees. He doesn’t need to know or trouble himself with her lack of sleep.

“Well, I hope your trip was more fruitful than my soiree. Nary an interesting rumor and no one believed me, old girl!”

She turns, flicking her tail towards the fire. It’s cold too and she can almost hear her scales brittle rattle. Emmanellain continues on before she can ask what he means.

“About the primal. I had hoped my trials and adventures would be enough to lend me the ears of the ladies and lords, but not one believed me. Can you imagine?”

He’s animated, leaning forward and moving his arms, his hands. So different from the warm deliberate care of Haurhefant or the stern stillness of Count de Fortemps and his heir. Meryta suppresses another smile.

“Are you quite recovered, Lord Emmanellain?”

She should never have sent him off on his own.

“I am, thanks to you. It was quite an ordeal, though, was it not? They were going to eat me!”

Meryta shakes her head.

“I would not have let that happen.”

“I believe you, Meryta. Wish that others could believe me so easily.” His shoulders slump forward, dejected. She sits next to him, not sure how to comfort him. Maybe if she kills the primal, she should ask Cid if he can modify the Enterprise – knowing him he is already thinking about it. She should ask if he needs –

“I have an idea, a brilliant one!” Emmanellain perks up, his face splitting in a wide smile. She’s reminded of his half brother all of a sudden. “You must accompany me to the next party! No one will disbelieve you, and you can relate to them all of the primal. You, and I of course, will be the center of attention.”

“A party?”

“I believe Lady Far-de-Paix is holding a small event two days from now, I must attend and as a ward of our House you will be most welcome.”

“I’m not sure that’s – I have nothing to wear,” she says, grappling for an excuse. She doesn’t quite know why she’d not want to attend, and if the Count asked her ,she naturally would. She does have something to wear, the brocade coat she shoved in the bottom of her sack. She wrestles her thoughts back to the delighted grin on Emmanellain’s face.

“That we can take care of. You will look splendid; it will be perfect.”

“I don’t think I’ll look quite the way you expect.” No matter how she dresses, she’d look decidedly un-elezen, un-Ishgardian.

“Meryta, you will enthrall them. if I may be so bold – you are truly beautiful.”

He’s suddenly close, and she can smell the warmth of mulling spices and wine on his breath. She’s been told she’s pretty before, but she’s stunned by his sudden earnest tone.

“Your cheeks are speckled with little stars.”

She’s sure she has mythrite dust on her face or hair, frantically she brushes it away with her hands. Emmanelin laughs and grabs her hand. “No, your freckles, Meryta. I’ve never seen anything quite like them.”

Emmanelin’s hand is against hers, pressed against her cheek, his eyes sparkling. In a bold move he closes the gap between them and presses his lips to hers. She kisses him back automatically, lost momentarily until he breaks off, looking bashful, blush coloring his pale cheeks pink.

“Forgive me, I did not mean to presume –”

Meryta shakes her head, and lifts her other hand to tuck a stray bit of his hair behind his ear. “There’s nothing to forgive, Emmanellain.”

“In that circumstance, Meryta, perhaps I may kiss you again?”

“You may.”

They crash into each other, much less gentle this time. He kisses the way he talks, bold and animated and full of joy.

Perhaps this is exactly what she needs.

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hiiiiiiiIIIIIIIIII could u do nsfw headcanons for ingo please ??? i’m srry if this is vague but maybe like what kinks he would have or smth ??

btw i’m one of the people who requested the n valentines thing and i loved it sm i love him i am in love with him.!.!.! u described his character really well and not a lot of ppl do well with him since he’s kinda ~mysterious~

ANON... YOU.... you requested n so that means you have great taste,, i’m so glad to hear you liked that little thingy i posted <33!!! (im planning on doing a New n Improved version of the N Valentine's post still sooo <3 look forward to that! tho ur free to send more ask abt him if u wanna~)

okay but!! nsfw ingo hcs!! i can def provide those <33!

notes: no particular warnings :)!

Ingo was a total workaholic back in Unova and, honestly, still is. (Though the reasons behind this have shifted as he was thrown back into the past.) Because of that, he doesn’t have much experience in the way of relationships, even less when it comes to sex. Long story short: Ingo is either a virgin, or his lack of practice combined with memory loss might as well make him one. He jacks off a lot more often than you might expect, though. He’s often so tired and tense, it’s an easy way to get his mind off of things.

You wouldn’t be able to tell if he wanted to have sex with you or not, because he just... Wouldn’t tell you. You could be the object of his fantasies every night and his face would never betray a thing. All his tells are subtle, but he gains a tendency of tugging on the brim of his hat so he doesn’t have to look you in the eye. It doesn’t help that, unless you’re direct, flirting tends to not register to him. You have to tell him if you want anything, because Ingo’s assumption will always be that you don’t. Even if just hugging you makes him feel... Strange... He’ll keep it hidden from you as best as he can. 

You’ll never see him as expressive as while you’re touching him. He just melts. Whenever he cums from your touch, he tears up. Ingo hasn’t gotten all that much physical affection in literal years, and he’s sensitive, shuddering at every little thing. He loves just having your hands on him, or your arms around him. It’s all overwhelming to him, but not in a bad way. Though he’s definitely the type who can cum near untouched, just from having you in his lap and making out or something similar.

This man is loud. Ingo already has trouble with volume control in his daily life, but he makes so much noise during sex that he even notices himself. It’s nothing coheren, mostly moans and whines, with the occasional choppy sentence in between. Ingo loses his train of thought before he can finish any of them. He’s honestly thankful if you stuff your fingers in his mouth. It’s one of the few things that genuinely embarrass him. At least you can always tell when he’s enjoying himself!

Ingo’s not into anything particularly ‘out there’. He’d be just fine with letting you take the lead and, even if you don’t, he’ll still be more into giving pleasure than receiving. (At the very least, he makes sure you get off an equal amount of times!) It’s really nice to him that he’s making you feel good. So much so that you might need to tell him to stop to keep from overstimulating you. Though your first time together will have a lot of fumbling around on his part, it’s not for a lack of trying. Ingo listens eagerly to whatever you tell him to do. He’s willing to go along with quite a lot if you bring it up to him, but he doesn’t want to cause you any pain. It’s simply not appealing to him. 

Other than that though, he’d like praise and/or body worship! Both giving and receiving. Though he’s very squirmy during the latter, and would really take his time with the former. Also, you should definitely sit on his face of you have a vagina. ...Maybe he likes the idea of public sex just a little, but with how loud he is, it’d be near impossible to pull off. He doesn’t want to get caught. He’d hate to think of himself as a pervert.