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gal who calls you girliepop and collects bugs
#driftoodles#kulve taroth#monster hunter#nergigante#monster hunter world#her hesvy as fuck golden mantle is necessary btw she flips her shit from anxiety without it#shes the kind of woman who turns down a guy for hitting on her at the bar n she has a mature n refined air about her#but when you go to talk to her all she wants to talk about is her well curated bug collection and their terrariums#again idk where i got the 'kulve and nergi are cousin species descended from the same animal' thing from#i saw it like ONCE and cant find it anywhere so im gonna assume it came to me in a dream#but yeah. cousins#pets their heads#also i havent decided for nergi but kulve and AT kulve are the same imo its just based on her metals (AT is white gold)#also funfact kulve has fangs but shenappears to mostly hsve molars
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hey sofie look at my cool heartgold team
I have no words, only screams. And also a question.
Did Bugsy just... destroy you? Body and soul? Half of these people take at least double bug-type damage. If a weedle mean-mugs Celebi a little too hard she's going to turn into dust. How did you survive? What horrors have you seen? What atrocities have you committed?
BRB googling how to start a challenge run of a pokemon game with this as my team.
#only just now realizing this was probs not your starting team lol#so this joke is obsolete#but i love the idea of the squad putting together their collective 1.5 brain cells#and trying to figure out how to get everyone out of a bug-type gym alive#Human AU Darkrai has to shout for Twig to get rid of any daddy long legs spiders in the cupboards for him#sofie answers asks#pokemon mystery dungeon#pokemon#soul silver#heart gold#pokemon soulsilver#pokemon heartgold
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if I could draw regularly again without injuring myself I'd be drawing so much Asha and Frey content. they are best friends in my mind
#Forspoken x Wish: flop crossover of the century#finding that lore about Olas collecting memories from her subjects reminded me of all this again#Asha being an out and proud dork ass while Frey is a stealth dork ass who tries to be cool = excellent dynamic#they're immune to each other's cringe#i have so many ideas about them. first and foremost is Frey teaching Asha to swear#(Frey: I TAUGHT THE DISNEY PRINCESS TO SAY FUCK AHAHA' | Cuff: 'the What princess? ...I'll never understand you.')#bonding over dismantling monarchies with the help of their sparkly gold boys#the two of them having a tenuous control over their magicks at Best. Asha accidentally turning Frey's cats into horses.#maybe not so accidentally turning Pilo into a frog.#Cuff and Valentino bitching about everything#since Asha's a fairy godmother in training she'll prob eventually be able to fly I assume (I like to imagine she'll grow lil fairy wings)#so she can keep pace with Frey...kinda#[cut to Frey falling off a ledge and Asha trying to fly both herself and this 6 foot tall girl back up with her tiny little bug wings]#Asha marveling at how much responsibility Frey has being both the only magic user AND the new leader-figure of Athia#maybe she can have a place in Frey's council lol. when people show up with unreasonable demands she tells them to go wish on a fucking star#Asha waving her wand in the background: that's me!#i could go on but i wont (until another time anyway)
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im not rlly a plot guy but i am a big fan of old short stories that just throw things at you. final page is just a trainwreck refuses to elaborate leaves. i love it no notes
#^ got curious and listened to a reading of the monkeys paw#its not even the lack of plot in that its just the lack of resolution. which is the point but also fuckkkk#^ guy who rlly needs to read more short stories. i have a poe collection but also hough i dont think im a poe fan#like the poems and stuff ive heard of ill for sure get around to#(if only bcos the raven interests me and i feel like a bad nerd for not having read it)#but like. opening this collection with the gold bug was A Choice#i wasnt expecting it to Not b racist given what i know of rue morgue. but like. yiiiikes#according 2 my college lecturers he was big into like. Read It In One Go No Distractions Immerse Yourself#so as penance for being racist i put it down halfway thru that story like a week ago and have not gone back#(sidenote i feel like it was poe my lecturers talked abt but internet searches are utterly unfruitful. whatever)
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Golden Colletion
Rearranging my treasure chest and these are the more unique pieces of my collection. Iâm torn between the antique dessert knives and the Tiffanyâs headband as far as favorites go. Unfortunately my hair is so thick, I canât wear it unless straightened and I have that style done once in a blue moon.
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Sun and his Good Boy Pointsâą /J
In a few short years, âPizza Boyâ became one of the most popular pizza places, their human like androids making fast deliveries and more profits. As you go to pick up your pizza from the front door, the delivery android seems to be nearly out of power. It asks to recharge before heading out.
#DJMM TOSSING PIZZA DOUGH WITH ALL 6 OF HIS HANDS#OKAY BUT WHAT IF GOOD REVIEWS GIVE THE ANIMATRONICS A SHOT OF ROBOTIC DOPAMINE OR WHATEVER BC FAZCO IS FAZZED UP#you leave Moon his Very First Good Review and he decides he's going to deliver to you specifically forever and ever bc that was Lovely#tbh if you gave any version of Sun a gold star he'd probably never get over it#EVERYTIME HE BRINGS YOU ANOTHER PIZZA HE WANTS ANOTHER GOLD STAR. HE GETS TWO GOLD STARS IN ONE NIGHT AND GOES FLAUNTING AROUND THE PLEX#LIKE HE'S A PEACOCK. THE OTHER HATE WHEN HE GETS A GOLD STAR STICKER BECAUSE HE'S LITERALLY UNSHAKEABLE. NOBODY CAN RUIN HIS DAY AFTER THAT#BECAUSE IT'S ALREADY BEEN MADE. HE PUTS HIS COLLECTION OF STARS WHERE HE CAN SEE THEM WHEN HE'S IN HIS LIL HIDEY HOLE.#Moon is already covered in stars so you'd probably have to switch it up and give him heart stickers. he's Normal about it. he's Absolutely#Normal about having a little heart sticker being put on his cheek as a reward for scaring the pants off of you. especially if he's given an#Extra Heart for a particularly frightening performance. tho all it takes is Monty calling him Loverboy because he walked into the plex all#goofy đ„Žđ covered in hearts for him to ask you to put them on his forehead the next time he delivers pizza. he even takes his hat off for#you so he doesn't get Teased. it's as cute as it sounds except for the fact he's Very Tall And Creepy. if you ever ran out of stickers and#kissed his forehead instead he'd actually blow a fuse and be super funny about it for the next week or so. he'd start stealing breadsticks#and leave them at your door like he's a cat giving it's owner a mouse it caught.#Monty isn't about the sticker thing. he thinks it's for babies and dumbasses and he's Neither. he'd probably bend the rules to come eat#some pizza with you if you put an action movie on and had one with lots of meat on it. he's ashamed to admit he tried the thing where he#yawns and stretches out to throw an arm around your shoulder. when the movie ends or god forbid he gets called back to the plex he's Cranky#abt it but doesn't fight. luckily he almost forgets his shades on the way out and guffaws when you hold them out to him outta breath bc you#sprinted to his car to give them back to him. he stops laughing Immediately when you carefully place them on his face and kiss his snoot#and thanking him for the company. when he gets back into the plex everyone can see his tail wagging and the dopey grin on his face. Moon#makes it a point to tease him about it. turnabout is fair play after all. Roxanne doesn't even need to be called to deliver pizza#she just shows up to your house with a box and complains about your movie collection. doesn't stop her from kicking her legs over your lap#and watching them with you tho. she says she doesn't Need any special treatment bc she Already Knows she's the best. she's lying.#the best possible outcome is giving her your hoodie when she leaves 'because it's Cold out.' she'll say it's ugly and walk off with it#anyways but the second she's in her room she's putting it on her huge stuffed Roxanne Plush and holding it and you're Never Getting It Back#she'll say she threw it away but that's simply Not The Case.#long post#bug barks#bug writes#glambots
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I really like having random fandom artbooks so you know I tracked this down the minute I learned of its existence
It came with some other stuff as a part of the Kuuga collection box, more pics below the cut and some ramblings (i am not a great cameraman...)
Got it in pretty good condition, the box is a little crumpled in the corners but thats fine
From The Visual of Kuuga a lot of stills from the show of all the characters but also some rare images I've never seen before, like these:
This layout of Godai looking wistfully at Ichijou in his joggers very funny to me
Some other misc pages, 2 page spread entirely dedicated to Goma also very funny. As are the extremely blurry bug on bike images
Btw this is the final page of the book đ(technically there's like an extra credits page with sakurako's pc but shh)
From The Art of Kuuga a lot cool concept art/designs from super early to much more finalized
This gold cape design goes hard ngl and I like this one and another one above where he has bug wings- guessing they were scrapped because of the gouram
Also some other cool production pages like some stuff on the grongi/linto alphabet and a page on planning some of the grongi civilian outfits and things like that
Didn't take any pics from Story of Kuuga because it's all just japanese text lol
Also came with a figure of amazing mighty form, the not quite ultimate form you see for like 10 seconds one episode lol. His packaging and him had some sort of residue on it but I wiped him down
Lastly there were some sheets of the grongi logos and honestly who cares about that it comes with godai yusuke business cards and no im not emotional over index cards shut up
As per usual the books are too tall for my lower shelves so its just set up like this for now (my rider collection of stuff pitifully small atm i haven't event built my Build, but hey look my ayami kojima of castlevania fame shouwa doujin)
#kamen rider kuuga#merch things#my post#when i own a scanner maybe i can archive these nicely or something...
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Let's do the OG cat. Do you think Meowth would be a good pet?
Yes, a meowth would indeed make a good pet! In fact, we finally have another member of the âpretty much just a catâ cat-agory. If you are the owner of a real-world cat, or are a cat person in general, chances are you would have no problem welcoming a little meowth into your life. Just make sure you have some spare change on hand, itâs the quickest way into one of these little guysâ hearts.
Meowths are the perfect size to be a house pet at just over a foot tall. Youâd have no problem making space for them in most homes, and getting them around is a breeze. While they have some formidable claws, they are able to retract them (Ruby/Sapphire), so the risk of an accidental scratch from a meowth is about equal with a normal cat (experienced cat owners, interpret that info as you will).
Meowths are pretty easygoing pokĂ©mon with a long track-record of getting along with humans, especially those with generous, full pockets. Meowths can be fickle at times (Ultra Moon) and are often free-wandering spirits (Red/Blue). A responsible meowth owner needs to make sure that they donât let their meowth menace the native bird and bug pokĂ©mon of their neighborhood, since these little hunters are avid explorers. Keeping a meowth happy is as simple as providing them with a steady supply of coins or coin-like offerings. Meowths have a natural love for round, shiny objects (Red/Blue, Yellow), and they are known to hoard (Silver) and play with them until they fall asleep (Gold). Make sure to provide your meowth with a safe spot to store their hoard!
While standard meowths get along with other pokĂ©mon species well enough â aside from rivals like murkrows (Moon) â keep in mind that they are known to not get along well with other regional variants, like Galarian meowths (Shield). Meowths will be most at-home with night-owls, as these pokĂ©mon are mostly nocturnal (Yellow).
Despite their sharp claws, meowths arenât exceptionally dangerous. Most of their natural move set revolves around scratching enemies, which shouldnât do much damage to a person beyond the superficial wounds that any standard house cat could inflict. Before I move on from the topic of meowthsâ moves, I need to address the money-generating elephant in the room: Pay Day. This signature move is well known amongst pokĂ©mon trainers, because upon a hit the meowth scatters coins on the ground. Thereâs a common misconception that owning a meowth is essentially a get-rich-quick scheme due to this move, but donât get it twisted: as far as we know, meowths canât generate money out of thin air. Itâs far more likely that these battling pokĂ©mon are using their secret collection to attack. Besides, if youâre looking to adopt a pet just to get money, your heartâs not really in the right place.
In all honesty, if youâre a cat person, youâre a meowth person. Theyâre essentially cats that walk on two feet. Theyâre clever (Iâve even heard rumors that they have the ability to learn to speak, though Iâve never seen it confirmed), curious, and cute, and the perfect pet for many owners.
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àłàżFOREVERDOLLY'S DRABBLES
this is my full collection of drabbles! requests are currently closed, but will be reopened shortly. make sure, if you haven't, to check out my main masterlist for my full length series and oneshots!
â ăaustin butler drabblesă
†VICTORIA'S SECRET (BOYFRIEND!AUSTIN X READER)
going to victoria's secret with your boyfriend. . . what could go wrong?
total word count: 701
†HERSHEY KISSES (HUSBAND!AUSTIN X WIFE!READER)
you take it upon yourself to tease austin at a family dinner. the two of you decide to take it a bit farther than you had initially intended.
total word count: 784
†NEW HAIRCUT (LONG HAIRED! AUSTIN X SHORT HAIR! READER)
you're nervous for austin to see your new haircut, especially since he's never seen it so short.
total word count: 991
†TOXIC (TOXIC BOYFRIEND! AUSTIN X READER)
you and austin decide to go out to one of your local dives one night to enjoy each other's company. he sees you talking to a man that you know through your line of work and decides to play the role of a "possessive boyfriend" a little too well.
total word count: 1.7k
†LOVE BUG (AUSTIN X INJURED!READER)
you've recently broken your leg at a red carpet event (see this fic for reference), but life goes on. austin and you have always been fond of rough housing. he lets you win every time, which is part of the fun. this time, however, he hits your bad ankle a little too hard and nearly worries himself sick about your condition.
total word count: 924
†GHOST OF YOU (AUSTIN X GRIEVING!READER)
losing your husband austin has left an irreparable hole in your heart.
total word count: 860
†MORBID, GRIM AND DOCTOR BUTLER (VICTORIAN DOCTOR!AUSTIN X ASSISTANT!READER)
"adventure waits for no one. not even the dead. you may tell me all of your concerns when i return." that was the letter that was nailed to the front door of doctor butler's apothecary. no one, not even in high society, has seen or heard anything from him and his assistant since. word breaks out at a tea party, however, that he's in new york. . . marrying you, his assistant.
total word count: 1.3k
†PENNY FOR YOUR THOUGHTS (DAD! AUSTIN X MOM! READER)
the two of you may be separated, but the two of you are the best parents that your daughter could ever ask for. there's only one problem though. . . austin is still madly in love with you and wants to try again.
total word count: 1.1k
â ăelvis presley drabblesă
†PEANUT BUTTER (DAD! ELVIS X MOM! READER)
stay at home sweater-dad elvis making a peanut butter and banana sandwich for his baby girl and little boy while you're laid up sick in bed.
total word count: 1.1k
†GOLD HEART (DAD! ELVIS X MOM! READER)
whilst out as a family, elvis sees a homeless man in need and decides that everybody deserves a second chance in life. your husband, being the sweet man that he is, invites him over to eat lunch with you and your son.
total word count: 1.7k
#masterlist#drabbles masterlist#elvis presley#elvis presley fanfiction#elvis presley fic#elvis presley x reader#elvis presley x y/n#austin butler#austin butler fanfic#austin butler x reader#austin butler x y/n#foreverdolly
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WATER BUG - HS
Summary- The styles family have a fun day at the beach where Novie learns how to catch the waves
The sun rose high in the sky, painting the sandy shores of the beach with hues of gold and orange. Novie, at three years old, bounced with excitement, her chubby cheeks flushed with anticipation as she clung to Harry's hand.
"Are we going to the beach, Daddy?" Novie asked, her eyes wide with excitement, she was unable to contain her happiness, jumping up and down, tugging on her fatherâs hand repeatedly.
Harry chuckled, ruffling her hair affectionately. "That's right, lovie! We're going to have a fun day at the beach!"
With a cooler packed full of snacks, beach toys, and sunscreen in tow, the Styles family made their way down to the shore. They were on their summer break from school so had escaped to Italy for their annual holiday, The salty breeze teased at their hair as they walked, and the sound of crashing waves filled the air with a sense of excitement.
As they reached the water's edge, Novie's eyes widened with wonder at the sight before her. The vast expanse of sand seemed to stretch on forever, meeting the sparkling sea in a perfect line on the horizon. "Wow!" she exclaimed, her tiny voice filled with awe. She was older now, having more understanding of the beach since her last visit.
Theo and Blake, the older brothers, were determined to make Novie's first proper beach day unforgettable. With boogie boards and surfboards in hand, they led Novie down to the water, their laughter mingling with the sound of crashing waves.
"Come on, Novie! Let's catch some waves!" Blake called out, his grin infectious as he waded into the surf. He was 13 years old and definitely the most crazy kid out of the four.
Theo nodded in agreement, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Yeah, you'll love it!" he added, his voice brimming with enthusiasm. As the oldest at 15, he knew he had a big responsibility of making sure his baby sister was safe but also having the most fun.
However Y/N and Indi, known for their tendency to worry, couldn't shake off their concerns about potential dangers lurking beneath the water's surface. They stayed close, keeping a watchful eye on Novie as she wandered along the shore, her small feet sinking into the sandy ground.
"Be careful, lovebug," Y/N called out, her voice tinged with concern. "Watch out for any jellyfish!"
Indi nodded in agreement, his brow furrowed with worry. "And don't swallow too much saltwater, okay? Dad says It's not good for you."
But Novie was too caught up in the excitement of the moment to pay much attention to their warnings. With Theo and Blake by her side, her two protectors, she felt invincible, her laughter ringing out like music in the air as they splashed and played in the waves.
Theo and Blake couldn't contain their excitement as they rode the waves with Novie, their laughter echoing along the shoreline. Novie squealed with delight each time a wave lifted her boogie board, her tiny hands gripping onto the sides as she rode the surf alongside her brothers.
Y/N watched nervously from the shore, her heart fluttering with every splash and wave. "Be careful, Novie! Theo, make sure she doesnât go too far outâ she called out, her voice filled with motherly concern.
Indi, standing beside her, nodded in agreement. "Yeah, be careful please" he added, his eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of danger.
But Novie was totally in her element, her laughter ringing out like music in the air as she splashed and played with her brothers. With each wave that crashed against the shore, her confidence grew, and soon she was riding the waves like a pro, well as pro as a three year old could be.
While Theo, Blake, and Novie were caught up in the excitement of surfing, Indi found himself drawn to a different aspect of beach life. He stayed close to his parents, content to explore the shoreline at his own pace. Y/n encouraged him to collect seashells and driftwood, marveling at the intricate patterns and shapes they discovered along the shore.
"Look at this one, Mum!" Indi exclaimed, holding up a particularly beautiful conch shell for her inspection. "Isn't it so cool?"
Y/N smiled, her eyes sparkling with pride at her son's curiosity. "It's beautiful, Indi," she replied, her voice filled with warmth.
Harry, sensing Indi's interest, knelt down beside him, his gaze following the line of the horizon as he listened to the rhythmic sound of the waves. "Did you know that each shell has its own story to tell?" he asked, his voice soft and contemplative.
Indi shook his head, his eyes widening with curiosity. "Really? What kind of stories?"
Harry grinned, his eyes crinkling at the corners with fondness. "There are so many stories," he said, his voice filled with excitement. "Some shells have traveled long distances across the ocean, while others have been home to tiny creatures for years."
Indi listened intently as Harry shared stories of the sea, his imagination soaring as he imagined the adventures behind each shell.
As the afternoon wore on, the sun beat down relentlessly overhead, casting a warm glow over the beach. Harry watched with pride as Novie rode the waves, her smile lighting up the entire shoreline and as his youngest son collected different shells for each of his siblings.
But as the sun reached its peak, Harry noticed that Novie's cheeks were starting to flush with heat, and her movements were becoming sluggish. Concern gnawed at his heart as he approached her in the water.
"Hey there, little surfer," Harry said, his voice gentle as he lifted Novie out of the water and onto the shore. "I think it's time for a little break, don't you?"
Novie nodded sleepily, her eyelids drooping with exhaustion as she nestled into Harry's arms. "Nap time," she murmured, her voice soft and sleepy. She normally had naps earlier on in the day, but y/n let her play, they were on holiday after all.
With Novie cradled in his arms, Harry made his way back to where the rest of the family had set up camp beneath the shade of an umbrella. Y/N rushed forward to meet them, her eyes filled with concern.
"Is she okay?" Y/N asked, her voice tinged with worry as she brushed a gentle hand against Novie's forehead.
Harry nodded, his expression reassuring. "She's just a little tired and overheated," he explained. "Think a nap in the shade will do her good."
Y/N breathed a sigh of relief, feeling the tension melt away from her shoulders. "Thank goodness," she whispered, leaning in to plant a gentle kiss on Novie's forehead.
Indi, sensing his mother's relief, let out a sighs of his own. "I'm glad she's okay," Indi said, his voice soft with relief.
Theo nodded in agreement, his eyes filled with brotherly concern. They had followed their dad up to the shade. "Yeah, me too. We'll have to be more careful next time," he added, shooting a meaningful glance at Blake.
Blake's smile faltered, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "My bad, guys. I guess I got a bit too excited," he admitted, a touch of remorse in his voice.
But Harry shook his head, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "No harm done," he said, his voice warm with affection. "We're just glad Novie's okay. You have to remember that sheâs just a baby bud, she gets tired quicker." Harry spoke, earning a nod from his son.
Harry tucked Novie into a cozy beach towel under the shade of the umbrella, and took a seat with her, gently rocking her to sleep. Y/N nestled close, her arm around Novie, and Indi, Blake and Theo joined them, taking some drinks out the cooler, winding down from a long day.
"I still can't believe she rode those waves," Blake said, his voice filled with admiration as he glanced at Novie sleeping peacefully. "She's fearless."
Theo nodded in agreement, his gaze fixed on his little sister with a mixture of pride and protectiveness. "Yeah, she's something else," he said, a hint of awe in his voice.
âSheâs our water bugâ Indi smiled, moving to grab Novies small hand in his own. The image making Harry and y/n audibly awe and flash a quick picture of them.
Eventually, as the sun dipped below the horizon and the sky turned shades of pink and purple, Harry felt Novie stir in his arms. She blinked sleepily, rubbing her eyes with tiny fists before snuggling closer to her dad.
"Hey there, sleepyhead," Harry whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Did you have a good nap?"
Novie nodded, her eyes still heavy with sleep. "Mm-hmm," she murmured, a sleepy smile tugging at her lips.
Y/N leaned in, brushing a strand of hair away from Novie's face. "You did so well today, lovie," she said, her voice soft with love. "We're so proud of you."
Novie beamed, her eyes shining with happiness as she snuggled closer to her family. It was the best beach day.
#dad!harry styles#harry styles fanfiction#harry styles writing#dad!harry#harry styles fic#harry styles fluff#harry styles smut#harry styles x reader#harry styles x y/n
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Husk X Daughter reader
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I've always been a gambling man
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Husk was your dad when you two were still alive. He was at his bar in the Hazbin Hotel, when you suddenly fell from Heaven down, through the roof of the hotel right into the bar
You died
Pretty simple right?
You died in a pretty normal way. No drink or drugs or pills just slipped away in your sleep.
At first, you felt weightless. like a balloon in the wind. Going up and up with no thoughts, just floating. The higher you went, the brighter it got. Brighter and brighter. It was all blurry.
You were so close. You felt warmth. You felt joy.
But then it stopped.
everything stopped when you felt something cold and heavy snap around your neck.
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"OK, everyone. gather around were going to do another session" Charlie sang earning a groan from most of her guests.
It was an average day. Well ... as average as a hotel in hell could be. The Sky was red, the bar was full and Nifty was killing bugs.
"Seriously? What now?" Angel asked
"Yeah, do you need me to bring you some roaches to use as an example of what happens when they don't play nicely?" Nifty maniacally giggled with her knife.
"I appreciate the offer, Nifty, but maybe another time. No, today we will be doing 2 truths and a liiiiieeeee !!!! " Charlie cheered.
Another collective groan echoed through the lounge.
"Wiiiiithhhhhh alchoholllll !!!"
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One by one everyone had their turn. some were relatively harmless and others not so much.
"And Alastor, It's your turn" Charlie smiled nervously
Across the room, a grumpy old cad was grumbled under his breath.
"As if you'll get that bastard to play this fucking game"
"Now now Husker don't be so quick to judge. that's what got YOU into trouble in the first place." Alastor chimed and walked to sit with the others in the lounge.
Husk growled.
"Now, let's see" Alastor grinned. " 1) I like dogs. 2) Jambalaya is my favourite food. 3) We will be expecting a new member of staff very soon."
Vaggie glared at the man " What?"
" A NEW PERSON!" Charlie beamed. "When are they gonna get here?"
Suddenly a loud crash was heard from the upper floors and came through the ceiling. Dust and rubble went flying everywhere leaving a thick cloud of muck in the air.
It smelled like fire and burning flesh. It made everyone caugh.
A claw crawled out of the mess. Large black eyes were darting around in panic. The creature stumbled to the bar, a mist of dust following close behind them.
"Ey! What the hell! My bar! Get away you fucker!"
"I just fell through your roof and you're giving me shit?" You hissed, trying to shake off as much dust as possible.
You erupted into a fit of coughs and wiped your eyes.
"Where the fuck am I?" you blinked. Your vision was hazy until a tall, red figure walked to meet you.
" Ah hello there my dear. Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel. My name is Alastor, and you are?" He asked extending his hand for you to shake.
"I'm (Y/N)?" you answered, looking around.
It was a bit of a dump. But you did just fall through the ceiling. A lot of circus imagery covered the walls and everything was dripping stem to stern in red and gold.
The more you looked around the clearer it got you began to see other faces. One was a young lady. Long blond hair and a huge amazed and excited grin on her face. she was practically jumping for joy.
Another was a shorter lady. She wasn't as excited to see you. More like suspicious.
And then there was... A cat? A very horrified-looking cat... and a spider-person? A snake?
You started to panic. "W-What the fuck is this place? Why are some of you guys animals?"
"Speak for yourself there toots. You look like poos in boots" The spider laughed.
You looked at yourself and almost screamed. You were covered head to toe in ash grey fur, with black paw-like hands and claws for fingers. A long tail wrapped around your leg making you jump almost 3 feet in the air.
Tears were welling up in your black eyes and your heart was going a million miles an hour.
"Ok, understandably you're a little freaked out. Come with me. Im Charlie by the way." She smiled, taking your hand and leading you to a chair.
The second you were sat down Husk practically flew over the bar and dragged Alastor into the hall.
"What. The. Fuck. Is SHE doing here?!"
"The Hotel needed a Receptionist. She has plenty of experience and-"
"YOU KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!" Husk seethed.
"Did you do this to her? Did YOU kill her?"
"Husker I can do a lot of things but killing the living, I can not. You know exactly why she is here."
Alastor walked over to the door and looked at you with an evil grin.
"I can't say I see much of a resemblance Husker. Must take after her mother."
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Some people collect stamps, some dead bugs, some like pretty stones. Since his childhood, Remus has collected candles. His first one was homemade, straight from beeswax and with a twine instead of a wick. He got it from his mum when his dad died. To light it for him, as a reminder, as a substitute for his dad's light that should've guided him through his life. The next one came way later, after Hogwarts. Marlene's was dark red, just the colour she used to paint her nails. Dorcas' smelled like heather and reminded him of a meadow in bloom, like the blond beautiful girl used to. Sirius, his star, helped him pick out a candle for Regulus. They agreed on a dark sapphire one with pine needles inside. Both of them recalled the younger Blackâs favourite cologne, which smelled exactly like the candle, of wood and freshness and something a little dark, earthy. The bougies now came faster and faster, as did the war. He lit each candle on the owner's birthday and death anniversary. All of them also burned at All Saints'. And on that day in 1981, he expanded the collection by three more flames. Lilyâs smelled like apples and cinnamon, bringing back their baking sessions held at midnight. Jamesâ had a wooden wick and its wax beamed with gold and crimson, proud and steady just like the boy it represented. Peterâs had a faded light blue colour, the same as the skies on days Remus spent with him playing chess or doing homework. The following twelve years had little order and system. He let go of the wizarding world, let go of all his loved ones, almost let go of himself. But he always held on to the candles, lighting them on the right days and remembering everyone he lost. Somewhere in that time, his mumâs lavender one was added. After Sirius came back from Azkaban, Remus threw out Peterâs candle and swore to never light another one for the traitor. That sadly didnât mean he wouldnât expand his collection. The last of his candles was for Sirius, his star, his lover, his light, his everything. It was the most difficult one to pick. Finally, he got a plain black one, not for Siriusâ hated name, but for his hair and favourite clothes. He later decorated it with stars as colourful as his loverâs presence. Three years later, there was no one who could add Remusâ own candle and no one to light all the other ones.
@wolfstarmicrofic dec. 9, candles
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Sticking the Landing
For @jilytoberfest Day 30: đ¶"where's the trophy? he just comes running over to me"đ¶ - The Alchemy by Taylor Swift
I originally wrote just a little snippet pre jilytober but now itâs the longest fic of the collection!
AO3 Here
It lasts only seconds. The shock in her eyes, the warm feel of her arms wrapping around his neck, holding on as he bears all her weight. She makes a little shriek as her feet lift off the ground and momentum spins them together. As far as he is concerned, it is the greatest sound she has ever made.
But the air has to rush back into the world eventually. The minute she touches back down, her brow furrows, eyes darting towards the other side of the pitch where Sawyer stands. The bloke sheâs dating stands.
Should I expect to see you in the Gryffindor stands or are you a traitor?
He had wedged the note inside her history of magic textbook. He turns around and waits, watching as her hand grazes the piece of parchment and her lips turn upwards.
Not sure, where does Switzerland sit?
It floats back to him under the table and he catches it without hesitation, not looking away from a droning Professor Binns.
I reckon somewhere in the Beaux Batons stadium.
She canât help but chuckle at the snarkiness of it. Beside her, Sawyer makes a loud yawn, using his stretch as an excuse to lay his arm around her shoulders. All of the sudden every quippy response she thinks to write back crumbles to dust.
âGodric, this is boring. Should be illegal to have classes before a game.â She doesnât respond to Sawyer because she knows he doesnât actually expect one. She tries to focus on class again, and sees out of the corner of her eye James turning around, anticipating a response. With one look at Sawyerâs dangling hand, he whips back around, shoulders now stiff and set.
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âWoah, no way Evans. No double agentâs sitting with us on my watch.â
âBug off, Black.â Lily sidles a little closer to Remus who shoots his mate an annoyed look.
âEr Lily, if your boyfriend is on the other teamâdoes that mean that this is a win-win situation for you?â Peter wheedles out, looking like heâs trying to do a particularly difficult arithmancy equation. Sirius guffaws and slaps him on the back, making him give a sheepish, pink smile.
âRight you are WormyâI guess you could say that Evans plays for both teamsâOuch!â
Remus leans over behind Lily and pulls hard on Siriusâ earring. âStop embarrassing me.â
Sirius whimpers like a puppy and Lily canât help but laugh. She feels bad to not sit over with Sawyer's mates in Hufflepuff, but their relationship is still new and she doesnât know many of his friends well enough. Besides, she canât help that the Gryffindor box is vastly more entertaining. Even before she became mates with the marauders, the boys would make a big spectacle, crooning and screaming fabricated songs, trying to get the crowd to participate in wildly ridiculous cheersâ it almost made it easy to forget that there was a game going onâalmost.
âAlright Evans?â
A tuft of black hair rises up from the bannister, James already on his broom and hovering up to the stands. His new captainâs uniform fits him nicelyâthe gold plating of his badge bringing out the flecks of honey in his eyes.
âOi! Prongs! Whereâs my good luck kiss?â Sirius starts to make wet kissing noises and Peter grabs his stomach laughing.
James smiles at his friend but his eyes remain on Lily. After years of fighting it, she is willing to admit that she likes him like this: hair actually wind blown instead of a fabricated attempt, mouth permanently set in a wide grin, eyes alight with excitement and zealâthe tight uniforms doesnât hurt either.
âThought youâd be sitting with the yellows.â
âNah, figured someone needed to keep the peanut gallery in check.â Lily nods over to the boys, Sirius now lurching in an attempt to kiss Remusâ ear.
âHow noble of you, a real martyr,â James winks, starting to float back to the middle of the pitch. It does something jarring to her heart. âBut reallyâglad to see you here.â
He flies away, the words good luck sitting like a lump in her throat.
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THIS IS A NAIL BITER FOLKSâSAWYER DAWSON PASSES THE QUAFFLE TO AMELIA JENKINS. THE HUFFLEPUFFS ARE REALLY PLAYING WITH THE SKIN OF THEIR TEETH HERE. BUT WAIT, JAMES POTTER OF GRYFFINDOR SWOOPS IN, HEâS INTERCEPTED THE PLAY. YOU CAN TELL HEâS GOT THIS ONE IN THE BAGâMAYBE GETTING A LITTLE TOO COCKY WITH THOSE FLIPSâŠ
THIS IS THE MOMENT OF TRUTH TO END THIS HELLISH TIE BREAKERâAH, JAMES POTTER SCORES!
James does a small victory lap around the side of the pitch, fist pumping into the air. They havenât even won yet, but the Gryffindor stand is inconsolable, Sirius and Peter leading the crowd in a raucous chorus of We Will Rock You. Lily is infected by it, laughing and stomping along with the rest, only the glimpse of Sawyer panting and frustrated at the other end of the pitch makes her sober up.
James takes a pass by the stands and the crowd erupts in a roar âPOTTER POTTER POTTERâ. She doesnât mean to join in, at least doesnât consciously make the choice. Blame it on hive mentality.
The game continues, but this time there is a distinct energy shift in the Hufflepuff team. Sawyer is all offensive, making perilous moves to intercept the quaffle, barely scraping past as bludgers get aimed right for his chest.
He flies past the Gyffindor stands where Lily and all the rest are a deafening roar of team spirit, still chanting Jamesâ name. He turns his head just enough for Lily to catch it, the twisted grimace of anger. It stops her cold.
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James couldnât deny it, he felt good. It wasnât even because they were winning, already climbing their score to the point where catching the snitch would turn into a formality. No, the real victory was the fleeting image of Lily, mouth wide open in jubilant revelry, chanting his name.
If he owned a pensive, it would be the first memory he would guardâit shouldnât have mattered so much with the whole crowd cheering as well, but something about her flushed face, her stomping feet, her bursting voiceâthey could lose and he would be all the better for it.
The game kicks off again and James immediately swerves towards Hufflepuff chaser Brenda Alburn, eyes trying to juggle between following the quaffle and peeking back at the stands where Lily still watches. A sudden rush pulls beside him and Sawyer nearly clips his broom, turning around to give him a dark scowl.
It was odd for Sawyer who was usually a pretty level headed bloke. James ignores it, pushing forward towards the quaffle which is now meters ahead of him. He picks up speed, getting closer to intercept when he feels something coming in close.
He had no reason to double back but Sawyer is beside him again. As swift as flicking a wrist, he reaches out and yanks at Jamesâ broom, sending it into a tailspin.
James feels a sickly upheaval in his stomach as he free falls, the world a blur of spinning color. Screams ring out from every corner of the pitch and he swears he can pinpoint one amongst the crowdâ
Itâs a gamble, a stupid, completely mental choice but he pushes himself off the broom, the world suddenly gaining clarity as the spinning ends. He has a zero second window to grab hold of his broom handle before it spins out of reach and he kicks his leg up, clipping on with his shin and the new pressure halts the broom's spiral.
The roar is deafening, mixing screams of amazement with cries of foul play, but it doesnât matter: Gryffindor caught the snitch.
He feels nauseous, body heavy and begging to be horizontal, but he pulls himself right side up on his broom, already seeing the students from the Gryffindor stands leaking down onto the field, awaiting his descent.
Maybe it was the lingering vertigo, but it all happens too quick to digest in the moment. He feels his feet touch the soft earth. A roar of a crowd rushes around him, a blaze of red and gold like wildfire in an instant. She is there, but walking towards him or towards Sawyer he isnât sure. His body moves on its own, quickening his pace before he can even stop to think about the consequences. A smile on her face, a smile like all the ones heâs savored from her since they had become mates.
He doesnât need to make a decision, it is already made. He can blame it on the near death experience later. He picks up Lily and swings her in his arms.
It lasts only seconds. The shock in her eyes, the warm feel of her arms wrapping around his neck, holding on as he bears all her weight. She makes a little shriek as her feet lift off the ground and momentum spins them together. As far as he is concerned, it is the greatest sound she has ever made.
But the air has to rush back into the world eventually. The minute she touches back down, her brow furrows, eyes darting towards the other side of the pitch where Sawyer stands. The bloke sheâs dating stands.
âI-Iâve got to go..Iâm glad you're alright.â
He wants to address the fear that he can hear stuck in her voice, but she pulls her arms away, fingers sliding on his shoulders as she goes.
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âGodric, Lily is so lucky. What Iâd do to have the two fittest boys in school making a scene over me like thatââ
âBut who can blame him? Did you see how she screamed when Potter took the nose dive? She looked about ready to throw herself from the stands.â
Its hard to ignore because itâs all everyone wants to talk about. He wants to be the better person (âA game is a gameâit was an honest accidentâSawyers a good bloke.â) but even his words hang hollow in the air because he knew the look on Sawyer's face too wellâa look of pure jealousy.
âIf it wasnât his last year, Iâd lobby to ban himâbreak his broom and watch as he cries..â Sirius slurs out, putting an arm around Jamesâ shoulders.
âBut hey, silver lining! Our lovely Evans was in rare form by your little tumble. I swear there were tears in her eyes.â
âNot helping Sirius.â
He wishes it would help though, because hearing Lily invested in his well being feels like a bigger win than the cup. But that doesnât take away from the fact that she is not thereâ
A hush rolls over the crowd as the portrait hole swings open. Lily walks in with deliberate steps. Sheâs not an idiot, she knows they have all been talking about her. Not making eye contact she beelines her way to the drink table, ignoring as whispers follow her through the room.
He can tell sheâs been cryingânot in the way Sirius described but really crying. On one hand he wants to console her, apologize for whatever he has stirred up in Sawyer, but on the other everyone is watching. Him approaching her would just cause more uproar.
She pours herself a drink and takes a long swig before refilling it again. Turning from the table she doesnât even wait to acknowledge anyone, just walks with her shoulders back up the steps to the dorm.
âYou need to talk to her.â Remus says beside him like a voice of reason.
âGet your cloak and go up thereâjust for fuckssake make sure no one bloody sees you.â
Filling a new drink, he mounts the steps and finds the door slightly ajar. Heâs never seen the inside of the girlâs dorm before but itâs much more put together than the boysâ, records and books neatly stacked around well made four-poster beds. The record player garbles out some faintly familiar tune as Lily reclines with her eyes closed, drink still clutched in hand.
âAlright, Evans?â
She doesnât open her eyes, but he knows sheâs awake. He opens the door a bit farther but doesnât dare to enter without permission.
â I thought you might want a refill.â He half heartedly holds out the drink and she cracks an eye open.
âOk Potter, price of entry granted.â
He takes a few hesitant steps in, standing in the middle of the circular space. He canât help but feel like heâs crossing a barrier, like some infectious disease in a host body.
âLook, I just wanted to apologize,â he murmurs, unsure of how to proceed. Lily straightens up, eyes now open with suprise.
âFor what?â
âI donât knowââ he meanders, âI guess I just canât help feeling like I didnât something. Like this is my fault.â
âJames, you could have died. Or have been easily incapacitated for the unforeseeable future. Sawyer had no rightâ.â
âIt couldâve been an honestââ
âNo, James. It wasnâtâand besides he told me.â
James feels his stomach drop in a way reminiscent of his earlier fall. âOh.â
Lily sits up and swings her legs to hang over the side of the bed.
âI owe you an apology. Itâs my fault anyhow.â
âIâm not following.â
Her eyes go suddenly glassy, the bloodshot streaks becoming more prominent as tears threaten to spill over again.
âPlease donât make me say it,â she bites out.
âEvans, Iâm being serious I donâtââ
âI fancy you, ok! I fancy you andâSawyer could tell. Unlike us heâs not a complete fool.â
She starts to say how this doesnât excuse his behavior or that what happened at the game was warranted but James doesnât hear it. His heartbeat is defeating, his whole body becoming red and feverish. The whole world starts to spin again but her, the clear stable focal point to everything.
He crosses the few steps it takes to be next to her and she stands up with a start, confused by his sudden energy.
âDoes Sawyerââ he lets it teeters off, knowing his question is clear.
âLetâs just say, Sawyer isnât going to make the cut.â She snorts bitterly, eyes looking at her feet. âI should have ended it ages ago honestly.â
Maybe itâs because his body is still in shock from it all, but he lets his instincts take over, all propriety lost.
âWill you let me hug you? I would really like to hug you.â
She gives a tearful laugh and opens her arms in weak approval. He doesnât hesitate, wrapping his arms firmly around her waist and pulling her in. This close she smells like roses and the salt of her tears.
âIâm glad youâre ok James.â Hesitant, she reaches her arms up to clasp around his shoulders, before pulling herself closer, burying her face into his Jersey.
âWho me?â He exclaims in mock shock. âHell, Iâve never been better.â
#jilytober 2024#james potter#lily evans#jily fanfiction#jily#marauders era#jilytober#yallthemwitches
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Oh boy time to crack open this collection of short stories from the 1800s! Sure hope there isn't any racism in here!
#can i b real. i was kind of a poe hater before this and this is pushing me even mor3 qcross the bar#like im gonna keep reading. but. :///#like bubbles was sitting near me and i wanted to grab sonetbing to read to occupy myself but im already reading 2 books#so i grabbed the poe short stories collection on my tbr#and the first short story is the gold bug which im only halfway thru but is wicked sketchy#fuck you poe. spits in your mouth#all his stories ive read so far r like 'i met an insaaaane person and it was so scary and indicative of s greater evil in them'
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Art tour of my room/studio! I caught the bug for buying little pieces from other artists to brighten up my space a few years ago â itâs addicting! (and wonderful!) I want to make sure I get everyoneâs names in here (at least the ones who have an online presence), so be ready for a long post!Â
It always feels a little ignomious hanging art in my bathroom, but I get distracted brushing my teeth a lot so itâs important thereâs nice stuff to look at! I love my big crocodile print by Amanda Myers so much. Heâs so Green and so lovely and he has so many teeth to contemplate while I brush my own.
I felt a little bad putting this magnificent tiger by Paleopanthera (paleopanthera.com) above the toilet, but the colors just work so nice and it makes my bathroom look so rad ;~; Do you think the tigerâs mad at me? Does he look mad?
I got this little scrollwork shelf from ScrollSawArtbyBC (etsy) and I love it so much! Makes a perfect little nook for my sink things~
And who is this peeking out from some of my nature treasures? Why itâs one of Becca Janeâs little blue snakes (BeccaJane.com). One day Iâm going to save up my pennies and buy one of her big beautiful platters and on it I will serve the prettiest of pastas~
Also adorning my nature shelf is this beautiful mix-media plaque by Cephasparagus (insta). She also seems to adore collecting little bits of nature like an aesthetic magpie - my kind of gal!
I have a bevy of these little animal prints by Amanda Myers (Admers on etsy) on my walls â I love how combine with my pressed leaves and flowers to bring that "forest hermit" vibe I've always strived for.
The stained glass folk flower piece is from Leadleaf_ (insta) - it really makes my little terrarium corner look cozy and magical!
I got my Artistic License and my Poetic License from Kenspeckle Press (kenspeckleletterpress.com) - they didnât even make me take an aesthetics test or metaphorically parallel park. (Plus another beautiful thank you card from Amanda Myers.)
The little kitty mug from Heikala (heikala.com) is what I drink iced cocoa from almost daily. I like how the ice clicks on the enamel <3
I still maintain that the embroidered flower pendant from DandelionDoiley (etsy) is the cutest thing that I own. Feels like holding a jewel! And the Hope pendant from BonbiForest (etsy) is such a lovely design with cheerful colors <3 The hummingbird I got from a local artist on a trip to Yellowstone, and the gold pendant is from a local artist where I live!
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REVIEWING THIS WHOLE BAG OF RUBBER BUGS:
I mentioned recently that bags of cheap rubber bugs are harder to come by in real stores, but that there are a few options for them online. I just received this set from Aliexpress thatâs currently only $4 with free shipping, you might even find the same set cheaper since thereâs multiple listings for it, but I can verify this source is using an accurate photo and I am now going to REVIEW THEM:
SPIDER: obligatory, all-purpose spider, ambiguous species, noodly legs, minimal paint application, 3/5
COCKROACH: nice silky black coloration on the back, tan on the underside, rather haphazard leg pose, I like it but in terms of objective quality itâs unfortunately a 2/5 compared to other fake roaches and even to other bugs in this set.
DRAGONFLIES: so this set is definitely pieced together from what were once multiple different rubber bug sets, but I can also confirm that you always get the same selection Iâm reviewing, which includes several redundancies. You get both a large and small dragonfly with entirely different sculpts, the smaller one more accurately sculpted but not as dynamically painted! Both Iâd give a 3/5, adequate dragonflies
ORTHOPTERA: you get a cricket AND two different styles of grasshopper! The big, detailed black and red cricket is crudely painted but very unique, 3.5/5. The small grasshopper is cute and inoffensive, barely painted, 3/5. The large grasshopper is a 4/5 for me because while Iâve seen plenty like it, it has a really nice gradient from lime green to a darker grassier green that I just find very pleasant.
BEES: two very differently sculpted bees, and they both use a sparkly metallic gold with black stripes. Both deserve a 4/5.
ANTS: collectively Iâm gonna say these are a 3.5/5, on their own very plain but I like that together you have a dull yellow-tan ant with comical googly eyes and a bigger, more ominous shiny black ant with spooky red eyes. I like that the black ant is also tied with a couple others as the largest bug in the set. Itâs actually only slightly larger than the real life Giant Amazonian ant, Dinoponera, which is also entirely black.
MANTIDS: excellent choice for another double bug, I like the simple cheapness of the little one with its awkwardly sculpted forelegs but to fair itâs a 2/5 compared to the 4/5 of the larger, red-eyed mantis which has more of that âsparklyâ paint style!
SCORPIONS: the only other arachnids in the set, and itâs amazing they included two different scorpions but only one spider. Trust me when I say thatâs the most radical maverick decision a rubber bug set has ever made in the history of mankind. The small red scorpion is alright, a 3 I guess. The larger one has only six legs which is not accurate (the claws of a scorpion are modified mouthparts, not legs!) but I canât look at its little black eyes and not want to cry so 5/5 actually.
CICADA: not terribly common in these! Charming, chunky brown cicada, though the thorax piece is so transparent you can always see the hole it plugs into. At one time, this sculpt may have been part of a higher quality set that actually painted over this design flaw. 4/5 regardless.
FLY: thereâs a pattern here in which almost every flying insect in the set has a gold-brown base, which Iâm not a big fan of. Sadly Iâm overall neutral on this fly, normally my favorite of all the basic insects, perhaps because it looks just as much like some sort of wasp. Itâs definitely a fly due to having only one pair of wings, and plenty of flies look exactly like this, but Iâd just be a bigger fan if it was a chunkier, larger-eyed blowfly or horsefly. 2.5/5
UNKNOWN: there are actually several insects this could possibly represent including a few Lepidoptera and Hymenoptera, but the one insect it most closely resembles is an adult caddisfly. I like it, but itâs difficult to fairly judge it with no certain identification so 3/5 has to do.
HAWKMOTH: stellar choice! Iâve seen only one cheap-grade plastic hawkmoth in my whole life, actually! Several hawkmoths are even clear-winged, though those usually still have dark markings around the wing edges. Wouldâve been more accurate to some real species if they just cast the wings in a solid color, but thatâs a trivial criticism. 5/5
WASP: the wasp is SO good. The paint on this one is skewed funny but thatâs fine, the green of the abdomen pops really well and I love the grouchy red eyes. 5/5
CATERPILLAR: larvae are so rarely included in these, and when they are, theyâre often an incredibly plain segmented tube that doesnât look like anything in particular, or a recolor of a generic caterpillar Iâve seen several times before. This caterpillar sculpt is actually new to me and nicely shaped, with a tapering body and accurate limbs. It is however a rather stiff hunk of plastic, not as rubbery as the others, and honestly this is the one you would want rubberiest! Still a 5/5 for its inclusion at all.
BEETLE: beetles are the most abundant, diverse insect group and the most common rubber bug toy after spiders, so itâs another bold move that they include only one in this whole set and it isnât even one of the more recognizable, more famous beetles. On its own merits as just a rubber beetle itâs a 3/5, but its metallic blue stands out so nicely in this set, and the sculpt appears to be some sort of blister beetle, a rare choice and a very cool (but dangerous! Donât touch them!!!) insect group so 5/5
MOSQUITO: mosquitoes are another of my favorite animal groups, and as one of the worldâs most abundant, most recognized, most controversial insects youâd think theyâd be a standard bug toy already, but this is only the third plastic mosquito design Iâve ever seen in my entire long life! Itâs brown, unpainted, dinky and bent funny. 10/5
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