#gonna miss it for this reason and this reason only

[shrimpleton]

#legit always been confused about this having never worked stock and rarely ever worked tills#is it just that yall don’t care? like there’s obvi stock in that back room he’s showing#is he doing this intentionally against the customer in some way cause he just can?#cause he dgaf if the shop makes the sale?#cause i truly miss the days when i used to ask and they would come back with the item . idk when or why this practice ever changed#cause ik it’s a video but he headed straight back and just chilled and didn’t even imply trying to look for the item#was i just going to shops that were too bougie or was it that the shop im remembering is a co-op?#looking for genuine and sincere responses here pls

Having worked stock I can answer this question for you: Because whatever the customer is looking for is not there and he knows it's not there, but customers often need a visual reassurance that you're not trying to lie to them for some reason.

Used to be that product was bought in intervals by someone going through and logging what was low, and then ordering a lot of something they knew was high-demand just to have on hand. Now a lot of stores these days have automatic restock on most merchandise that triggers if it gets low/runs out in the system, and then we'd see it the next Wednesday shipment (or whenever the "big" weekly shipment happens for the store). Often there's also only enough to fill the shelf space for that week to avoid pile-ups in backrooms, and special seasonal stuff shows up in batches before the season even starts and never again after that, giving limited merchandise to sell that just sits in the backroom for 3 months.

Sometimes something gets stolen/broken/etc that makes everyone think it's out of stock and yet there really is something in the back—much to our surprise—but unless the backroom is in good order (and usually it's not, due to not having enough workers), it's gonna take 45 minutes to 3 hours to find exactly what we're looking for, since there's a bunch of other stock and also seasonal products that we have to shift through. And since there's often not enough workers, then whoever is sent back doesn't actually have enough time to actually look and can only pretend to look before they gotta get back to the floor to get back to their tasks on hand.

[moorishflower]

Dutch Mosterdsoep

We return to Soupquest 2025 by venturing much further north to the Netherlends!

Mustard is a condiment that is as varied as it is divisive. Living in the US, my experience with it growing up was of the French's Yellow variety, which I was not a fan of. It's no surprise that it took me until well into my teen years to start developing a taste for sweeter mustards like dijon and honey. These days, I find that I enjoy a lot more good-quality mustards than I ever thought I would, having discovered that putting a schmear of it on a grilled melt elevates the entire experience.

Dutch mustard soup has a lot of varieties, too. For this one, I used what was available to me at the grocery store (and what I knew would be the absolutely most palatable to me), which was stoneground dijon. You could absolutely change the whole flavor profile of this soup if you wanted to use, say, a spicier brown mustard, or even, if you could get a hold of one, a regional mustard from the Netherlands.

This soup is excellent, especially if you aren't a fan of chunky soups. It's smooth and creamy, and the mustard provides a bite and a bit of sweetness (because it's dijon). I didn't find it overly mustard-y, but your mileage may vary if you REALLY don't like mustard. I would NOT suggest subbing yellow mustard for this, but I think any other stoneground or coarse ground mustard of a half-decent quality would be good.

I followed this recipe from 12 Tomatoes. I did translate another recipe that was actually in Dutch, but I opted to use this one as it included leeks for bulk.

Choices I made:

The recipe calls for chicken or vegetable stock. I used Better than Bouillon's roasted garlic paste. Turned out excellent.

You can use either bacon or pancetta. I opted for bacon, because I had it on hand. I think either option would be good. Definitely don't skimp on the bacon if you'd like some texture in the soup afterwards, though!

I did opt to use some cornstarch to thicken the soup a little. I'm not sure it made as much of a difference as a full roux would, but it still tasted lovely!

I topped the soup with sharp cheddar. Not for any particular reason, I just thought it would go well. And it did.

For those who would like to preview the soups I'm planning to try, you can follow along on my World Soup Map! Please note: the free version of this map only allows for 100 items at a time, so there are gonna be a bunch of missing spots.

[urno1luv]

Loved the fanfic of Sub!Giselle! 💜

Can you make a part two author nim, but make it longer?? Pleasee??

But no pressure! Take your time and have a break author nim!! Love youu 💜🫶

i didn't expect so many ppl to see my work omg...🫣but ofc!! i think this might be the only sub idol thing i write bc it took so long to get out of that mindset myself😭😭hope u like this ♡

part 1 for anyone who missed it, but it's also a standalone so it doesn't matter which order u read it in <3

tags: this is actually a very cute fic if you ignore the sex, sub gigi, bratty gigi, sexually frustrated gigi, sex(🤩), pussy eating (both recieving), face sitting, gigi has pierced nipples, mommy kink, ass slapping (gigi recieving)

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Living with your girlfriend was a test of patience you were constantly failing. It wasn’t just that she was bratty—it was the artistry behind her annoyance. She made being difficult seem like a sport, and you were her unlucky opponent. Gigi loved you very much, but sometimes you couldn't help but think she did this to rile you up on purpose. The reason for this? You would find out soon enough <33

"Can you not breathe so loud?" she asked one morning, flipping through her phone at the breakfast table.

You paused mid-chew, glaring at her. "I’m eating cereal."

"And I’m eating in peace—or I was," she snapped, taking a delicate sip of her iced Americano, which she’d made you buy because "I just can't function without caffeine."

She left dishes in the sink like a declaration of war. “I’m giving you a chance to prove your cleaning skills,” she said with a smirk when you confronted her, her lacy bra strap slipping down her pale shoulder. It was almost like she did that just for your attention...

“Giselle, you’re literally standing next to the dishwasher.”

“Yeah, but my nails are wet,” she whined, holding up perfectly dry, manicured fingers. “You’re welcome for the visual.”

And don’t get started on her shopping habits. Packages arrived daily, piling up at the door like a shrine to her online shopping addiction. One time, she ordered a $200 sweater and wore it ONCE.

“Why didn’t you return it if you didn’t like it?” you asked, baffled.

“Because the hassle is too much. I dont have time for that. Im a busy woman,” she purred, draped across the couch, in an inviting manner.

If you so much as hinted at getting frustrated, she doubled down. “Aww, is living with me too much for you?” she teased one night, stealing the last slice of pizza you’d specifically saved for yourself. “Poor thing.”

But the worst was how she always needed the last word. Arguments with her were unwinnable, because no matter what, she’d throw out a smug, “You’re just mad that I’m fucking right,” and leave the room, huffing.

Some days you wondered why you hadn’t packed your bags yet. But then she’d do something annoyingly cute, like poke her head into your room at 3 a.m., blanket wrapped around her shoulders.

“I can’t sleep. Wanna watch something?”

You sighed, and begrudgingly made space for your girlfriend. God, she knew how to make you stop being mad at her so easily, and all she had to do was flash a smile in your direction.

She removed her blanket to reveal a silky lingerie set, in a colour matching her beautiful hair. She crawled over to sit on your lap, her sultry gaze meeting your surprised one. "Put a show on already," she whined, "accidentally" grinding on you.

You realised just then, as you grabbed the remote that Giselle was frustrated because you didn't fuck her for 2 days (a new record for your little slut). Oh, you didn't realise how much fun u were gonna have with her <33

An hour passed, and you forgot just how annoying your girlfriend was. Only 15 minutes were spent watching the movie, the other 45 spent arguing with Aeri over the smallest stuff. How you sat, how your room looked, how bad the movie you chose was, and you've just about had it with her.

Your hand snaked up her back, as she yapped, and tightened, before flipping her over so that she was face down into the mattress. A small yelp was heard, but you didn't care. This brat was gonna pay.

Youre both in the middle of the bed, and you dragged Aeri by her hair so that she rested her head on the pillow instead. She moaned at the sharp pain in her scalp, the sound so lewd and pornographic. "Baby, if you wanted to get fucked so bad, just fucking ask, okay? Don't piss me off, I'm not a patient person," you snarled at her.

Her pussy clenched at your tone of voice, back arching into you. Within minutes, you had her ass up and her hands tied behind her back, with one of your hands roughly gripping her hip, holding her down, the other pushing her head down into the pillow as you thrust the dark strap inside of her dripping cunt. You slapped her ass a few times, the flesh jiggling, her guttural moans escaping her mouth. The muffled cries and moans sounded like music to your ears, bringing you both closer to your edge, but you weren't gonna let Giselle off. No, not yet.

You removed the strap and threw it aside, and she groaned loudly at the action. "What the fuck are you- a-ah.." You slapped her before she could even complain, and told her that if she doesn't make you cum in the next 5 minutes, she's not gonna cum at all tonight. The threat of Aeri's pleasure being taken away had her scrambling, her lips connecting to you clit, and the moans you were letting out had her encouraged.

"F- fuck... that's a good g-girl..." You gasped, pushing Gigi's head into your pussy. Hearing your praises got her dripping again, and she sighed into your cunt, the action bringing you closer and closer to your climax.

Your orgasm hit you like a freight train, and you screamed out loud, thighs closing like an oyster around your beloved pearl, Aeri, who whined as she tasted your sweet essence, pleased to have made her girl happy. "My turn, please, mommy? I've been s'good to you..." You obliged, already losing your anger.

"Come here, Gigi," you softly murmured, and she obeyed, eagerly pushing you down, her pussy hovering above your face. You wrapped your hands around her plush thighs, pulling her so that her full body weight rested on your face. She immediately started grinding, and you plunged your tongue into her, swirling inside of her warm, pussy.

While sucking on her clit, your reached up to twist her pierced nipples, and Giselle threw back her head, squealing, reaching her high withing seconds, squirting all over your face. "M-mommy.... h-hah..." Aeri's body twitched, and she slumped beside you, completely fucked out.

Shakily, you got up and started to run water in the bath, before coming back to nuzzle into her neck. Giselle reciprocated, her arms wrapping around you, holding you closer.

Although she could be too much, you wouldn't trade her for the world.

[sturniololuvrer]

𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝙱𝚊𝚌𝚔…𝙱𝚎 𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚎 — 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚝 𝚂𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚘 18+ 𝙼𝙳𝙽𝙸 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 (1/?)

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: shy!, virgin! Matt x fem! reader

𝙿𝚕𝚘𝚝: you and the triplets are practically best friends, you met them in LA, where you live. You and Matt unknowingly have feelings for each other, so when they go back to Boston for a whole month, you both realize how strong your feelings really are…

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: fluff, smut, male masturbation.

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜: 1,729

𝚊/n: This is my second fic ever! I’m still working on the way I write my plot, but other than that I think I’ve improved! This will be most likely only be two parts…it just depends on how much I decide to write lol. The next part should be out soon…enjoy! xx

You hear the knock on the door of your apartment that you’ve been dreading. Nick, Matt, and Chris are going back to Boston to see their family for an entire month and they’d just arrived to say goodbye to you. You quickly check your appearance in the mirror before padding out of your room to the front door.

You open the door and they file in, the morning light cascading a golden glow on the white walls of your living room. They don’t bother sitting since they’re on their way to the airport already. Nick breaks the silence and hugs you. He was the reason you became friends with all of them in the first place, so you’re closer to him.

“I wish you could come with us.” Nick mutters into your hair with a huff. “Me too…” You say softly as he pulls away. “I couldn’t just get a whole month off of work though.” You snicker softly, trying to lighten the mood. They all chuckle at that and Chris chimes in. “Yeah…I guess that’s the perks of us being our own bosses.”

When he finishes his sentence, he walks up and hugs you as well. As Chris hugs you, you catch Matt’s eyes over his shoulder. He quickly averts his gaze, his cheeks dusting a soft pink. Chris pulls away and sighs, “Okay…we have a flight to catch…”

You nod softly and Nick speaks up. “We’ll text you or call you all the time…well I will at least…” You smile at him, thankful to have a friend as sweet as him. Nick gives you one more quick hug before he and Chris walk out the door.

You think for a moment that Matt might just walk away and leave you here without saying a word, but when he gets to you he wraps his arms around your waist and hugs you as tight as he can without hurting you. You can’t help but gasp at his suddenness, feeling electric shocks everywhere he’s touching.

You wrap your arms around his neck, hugging him back. After a while, he pulls away, his cheeks red as he realizes what he did. “S- sorry…I’m just gonna miss you…” He says softly, still avoiding your gaze. You smile up at him. “I’ll miss you too…you text me, okay?”

He nods quickly. “We’ll all text you. I promise.” As he finishes, you both hear Nick shouting from the car. “Let’s go, Matt! We’re gonna miss our flight!” Matt’s eyes widen as if he forgot he has somewhere to be. He quickly pulls you into another hug.

“Bye…We’ll tell you when we board and land.” You nod softly as he pulls away. “Okay…have fun. See you later…” He gives you a smile before walking out the door and getting in the car. Nick hangs his head out the back window, waving and yelling goodbyes as Matt starts to drive, making you laugh and do the same as they disappear. You stand in the doorway for a few moments before sighing and heading back inside.

About a week later, you’re lying in your bed on your day off, staring at the ceiling. You’d usually be hanging out with the triplets on days like this, but they’re still in Boston. You huff, you thought you’d be missing Nick the most, but all you can think of is Matt. You’ve had feelings for him for so long, but you never thought you’d be in a state like this where you weren’t able to ignore them. But right now, for some reason, all you want to do is be near him.

You start to get frustrated, not liking the feelings coursing through you. So, you decide to text one of your friends. You ask if she wants to go out with you and she immediately agrees, rushing to your house.

Your friend does your makeup for you, saying she’s doing her signature ‘getting laid’ look. You groan at that, but let her do as she pleases. She helps you do your hair, leaving it down and just fixing it up. She picks out the shortest, tightest dress in your closet and pairs it with your black heels.

Once your friend deems that you’re ready, she begs you to make a TikTok with her. You begrudgingly agree and she sets her phone up on your vanity and makes you show off your outfit, spinning you around and showing you off like her prized possession as you laugh. You let her post it, thinking nothing of it and you pack your purses and head out to some new club she wants to go to.

Matt is relaxing in his room before bed since it’s later at night for him. He’s mindlessly scrolling through his TikTok feed, bored. His interest is piqued when he sees the video your friend made of you two.

His jaw hangs open at the sight of you and his eyes practically bug out of his head. He’s had feelings for you for some time, but he’s never felt the need to act on them…until now. He doesn’t understand how the 10 second clip of you does it, but he feels a stirring in his pants as he watches it over and over.

After a while, he opens up his messages app, quickly texting you. “Hey, what’re you doing rn?” Your phone buzzes in your purse as you’re sitting at the bar at the club, sipping on a drink. You take it out and your heart skips a beat at the sight of his name.

You open the message, quickly typing a response. “Hey! I’m at the club with my friend. What’s up?” You send a picture of yourself from an angle above your head to show him where you are. You think it’s just a friendly gesture, oblivious to the fact that the top of your tits are pushing out of your dress in perfect view and your thighs are out on display from the short dress, squished slightly from the stool you’re on.

Matt’s mouth goes immediately dry at the sight and he just stares at the photo in shock for what feels like hours. He starts to shakily type out an answer as that previous stirring in his pants turns into an insistent throbbing.

He groans, just giving a haphazard response to end the conversation. “Oh that sounds nice! Have fun and be safe!” You heart his message before sliding your phone back into your purse and going on with your night.

He immediately pulls the picture you sent back up. He feels guilty for it, but he zooms in on your tits, his cheeks flushing. He bites his lip softly, his hips shifting slightly as his pajama pants start to get uncomfortably tight.

Matt swallows hard, his cheeks darkening more as he feels even worse about how hard he’s getting. You’re one of his best friends for fuck’s sake! He can’t just jerk off to you! That’s wrong…right?

He lets out a soft whimper as he continues to stare at the photo of you, wanting so badly to be respectful, but you just look so hot. He groans, unable to take it anymore as he hesitantly pushes his pajama pants down. His black boxers are tented obscenely, a small wet patch already forming where his tip rests.

He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth as he slowly pushes his boxers down, his red, leaking cock slapping against his stomach. He inhales sharply as the cool air contrasts harshly to the heat his dick is giving off.

His chest heaves and his cheeks flush as he hesitantly wraps his hand around his shaft. He lets out a soft, desperate noise as he holds his phone up with his free hand to look at the picture of you as he starts to slowly stroke himself.

He huffs, throwing his head back against his pillows as a waves of guilt and pleasure shoot through him. The pleasure outweighs the guilt as he speeds up his hand, letting out soft moans.

He moves his fingers over the photo of you, zooming in on your thighs now, wanting nothing more than to be between them, in any way you’d let him. He slides his thumb over his tip, whimpering as he spreads his precum over his cock.

He pants harshly, all the guilt leaving his body as he pumps himself faster, pushing his thumb over his tip with every stroke. He bites his lips harshly to muffle his noises, his phone falling from his hand and landing face down on his upper chest.

His noises get louder as he strokes faster, bucking his hips up into his hand as he mewls. He tightens his fist around himself, pushing his thumb against his tip harder.

He gets even louder, hoping his family is asleep as he can’t seem to hold them in. After a few more strokes, he starts to feel that familiar build in his lower stomach, his thighs tensing. He fists his sheets with his now free hand, his eyes shut tight as he imagines your mouth on him or you bouncing on him instead of his own hand touching him.

His noises get whinier as he gets closer, his hips bucking even faster into his fist. “F- fuck ’m so- close-“ He whispers into the air as if you’re actually there. Soon, he’s gasping out a needy whimper of your name as he cums, bucking into his hand forcefully as he paints his stomach and hand white.

He pants harshly as he comes down, giving himself a few more lazy strokes before letting himself go. He lies there for a few moments, feeling like an idiot for jerking off to you before getting up and going to the bathroom, cleaning himself off.

When he comes back, he puts on a fresh pair of boxers and slides back into bed. He picks up his phone from the bed and it’s still on his messages with you. He thinks nothing of it before he looks closer and realizes he’s sent a four minute voice message to you 5 minutes ago.

He almost screams as he clicks it and hears himself moaning. He frantically moves to unsend the message, but he looks down and sees the read receipt. You’d seen it the minute he’d sent it.

“SHIT!”

𝚊/n: I really enjoyed writing this one! Part two should be out soon! Let me know if you want to be tagged in it or if you have any ideas for it! As always, any critiques or tips on my works and layout are always appreciated! I’ll try to answer any asks and comments left as well! Thanks! xx

[hyacinthleaves]

can i request some affection hcs for ulysses or kai (maybe both if you're feeling up to it)?

Might as well get them both out of the way‼️

Ulysses Wilhelm:

I feel like he would get so flustered if he's not entirely exhausted

So handholding is the furthest he can get without being too flustered to function at first

Even then it's obvious that alone has an effect on him. it's easy to tell that it grounds him

You know what else he like, forehead and nose kisses. Please give him one everyday he'll be happy

I feel like he's so used to taking naps with you that every time he takes a nap by himself he feels like he's missing something

That's probably another reason why he chooses to stay up so much

Please let him lean his head on your shoulder or lay in your lap

If you do the same then he'll be too stunned to even think about moving

Love letters, anyone? I feel like that's one of the easiest ways to get his feelings across even though he still feels super embarrassed writing them down

Will make you coffee when he makes his own if he knows you like it (and honestly if you don't want it, what's preventing him from drinking two cups)

He likes spooning because he doesn't get super embarrassed by being able to see your face so that is one of his favorite ways to cuddle. Now let him be the small spoon LMAOO he prefers being held. However that doesn't mean he doesn't love holding you as well

Kai Monteago:

Imagine the clingiest person ever

Now think clingier

Like if he has free hands, they are ALWAYS on you

Around your waist, your shoulder, on your thigh, on your face like DAMN

It's like he's one of those people to make sure you're still there

When he doesn't even have a hand on you, he feels like there's something missing. Like you know that feeling of when you feel like your phone isn't in your pocket? That's what he gets

Since he hates not being with you, he also wants to do a shit ton of activities with you too

If it can be a partner job, then it will be

I was wondering if he wouldn't want to look like you two were involved with each other on the internet for the sake of your privacy but the thing is, if someone sees you in public, it's gonna stir up some controversy anyway because Kai can only hold back so much

He can only try to manage it from there

Whenever you have to leave him, he'll give you one of his rings or bracelets if you're early into your relationship with him

Later into your relationship I feel like he would get you a promise ring or a darry ring

And remember when I said he's clingier than the clingiest person ever? Now imagine when he's sad or scared. He literally gets glued to you

I'm so used to writing for embarrassed characters that I forget Kai will kiss you ALL THE TIME. You ask for a kiss, you're getting one. You're getting one even when you don't expect one. He loves you so much

Let him lay on you and cling to you like a koala while he rants about his day

He's a lot but you already knew that before you got to this point

[aviradasa]

The lost boys main HCs

Paul

Here are some paul hcs! I hope you enjoy! This is kinda short but i had fun writing it!

If you would like a part two going into more detail about him let me know. I'm gonna be responding to Dwayne's HCS, though. I hate the ones I posted. I'm also gonna be doing an HC/ one-shot series about each of the boys before they found each other/ became vampires, so stay tuned!!

Paul is a younger sibling. When he was alive he had 2 brothers and one twin sister.

He was 19 but going to turn 20 literally like a month before he died and despite how he acts he was the oldest when turned,

If you ask him his age though he will say 20 to fuck with you before pulling the “Nah I'm just joking” card and telling you he was only 19

He does that mostly cause he's a little upset he wasn't able to hold out at least another month, so he likes to say what he could have been, but he doesn't wanna lie about his age.

He hates liars.

He also keeps track of every birthday he and the other boys have had since they turned cause he doesn't want to lose track of the years. It kinda keeps him sane a bit.

On a less depressing note

He is also one of the sassiest assholes you will ever meet. He does not think before he speaks and honestly, he doesn't give a damn

I mean y'all hear him when he said the whole “ chill out girl 🙄😒” line you can't tell me he wasn't annoyed that star was ruining the fun

He also does not give a shit if he hurts someone's feeling with it especially if its someone he doesn't know or does not fuck with, he sees no point in trying to spare the feelings of anyone he doesn't care about

He can also be a bit flirty just in general as a joke or genuinely he is just like that and he dont care what gender it is he will make flirty jokes or comments regardless.🤣

He is an asshole, but he is quite loyal to the people he loves, surprisingly. But he loves them in his own way. Despite all the teasing, rude comments, cruel pranks, and injuries he may accidentally inflict, he doesn't fuck around with other people pulling that shit.

The definition of “nobody can bully my family or friends but me.”

He can be nice sometimes. It depends on whether he's fully sober or not, and then it depends on what he did.

Drunk = steer clear he's gonna say or do some stupid shit that could result in either a fight with somebody random or not,or you all dying.

Stoned = yeah, you have a better chance of seeing him nice with this one. But still, be careful cause high also results in hunger, so don't get bit. he does bite. Remember that.

He also relaxes better after smoking, so he might just sit his ass down for a while, maybe watch a movie.

He's not a TV guy though usually. he finds it hard to focus on shows and movies so he either likes to smoke before watching or else he has to pause it every 20 minutes to get up, walk around, and bitch about loopholes and plot points for a few minutes before he can sit back down and continue it.

He just kinda avoids them for those reasons. He's more of a music guy. Because then he can get up, bounce around, have fun, and not miss anything in the song cause he can do other shit while listening.

The music he likes is rock and heavy metal; I will admit, though, that he is the kinda person to pull the “Oh, you know (random band), then name 3 songs.”

“ (names 3 song)”.

“Oh shit cool, what's your favorite.”

He does that shit often, actually, but his saving grace is that if you know what your talking about, you now have a new friend to discuss your favorite bands with. 😭

He keeps his area of the cave a mess but he still knows where everything is. But it's not like a dirty mess; it's mostly just clutter.

He refuses to leave food containers or remains in his room overnight like he can not stand that shit if he's chilling out drawing or something, and he catches the lightest whiff of food smell from a container he finished off not even an hour ago he getting up and throwing it away.

Honestly, that goes for all the boys, to be fair. They don't care about being dirty themselves, but they don't want their spaces dirty if you get what I mean.

Also, he does not like people touching his stuff. Only a select few people can, and that is Laddie and the other boys maybe star once in awhile, and depending on whether you are a close friend or partner, you can, but everybody has to ask unless he says to grab it for him.

He just doesn't want his shit moved cause he's worried he won't be able to find it.

He's not worried about shit being broken cause he will just fix it. Unless it's CDs or records that he can't fix, he will be severely pissed.

But one specific thing you don't under any circumstance touch, grab or even breathe too close to is his sister's old music box. If that gets broken, he will kill you, no questions asked, and he won't feel bad about it, NOBODY would want to/ have the ability to stop him at that moment, so just please don't touch it.

Other than that, he doesn't care. He likes having people come to his space to hang out and keep him company. He also likes showing off all the cool shit he has.

Oh, and the him killing you thing reminds me.

He is scary as fuck when he kills/feeds cause his style is extremely animalistic. He doesn't just tear flesh away or rip a limb or two. He fucking MAULS his kills to the point that if you see the aftermath, you genuinely wonder if it was ever a human or not.

His kills are quick, violent, messy, and sadistic. Cause he genuinely does enjoy the kill, probably more than feeding.

He's an adrenaline junkie, a daredevil, and anything in between, so when it is time, he will find a target, and to be fair, he likes a good chase. So he will probably grab somebody, and when they fight back, he will purposely let them go and give them a head start so he can chase them down just to make the mauling more fun.

When he's done feeding, he is most of the time covered in blood, dirt, leaves, sand, sticks, you name it, and it's probably on him.

He cleans up as best he can before going back onto the boardwalk or heading into town of course. But if they have a late feeding and they have to get back to the cave in a hurry before sunrise. He will stay like that until the next day.

But by the time he wakes up, he hates the feeling of the stuff stuck to him, so he cleans up quickly just so he doesn't have to be uncomfortable lmao.

Anyway, that's it for now. He's just a funny, sarcastic, sadistic, flirty asshole. But we love him. Cause he's Paul.

[sparklypinkflightsuit]

Love To Watch You Leave: Part 1

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x Reader

Warnings: Slow Burn, Enemies to Lovers, Swearing, Fluff, Angst, Bullying, Eventual Smut, Grieving, Pining, Alcohol

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Since you can remember, Bradley Bradshaw has been the bane of your existence.




Your earliest recollection of him is when you moved to town, just next door to him. He was a good 5 years older than you, but you immediately had a huge crush on him.




This was quickly squashed when he began to tease you, and then teasing turned to bullying, and you swore you’d spend the rest of your life hating him.




You remember seeing him playing in his garden when you were 7, hanging some toy planes in a tree and shooting them out with his slingshot.




You meandered over in your little yellow dress, hair curled and all of your best glittery bracelets on, you looked adorable and we’re confident he would think you were the bees knees.




You stood watching him destroy his toy planes, patiently waiting for him to notice you.




Eventually you spoke up, “That looks like fun, can I play?”




Bradley turned around to eye you up, the 12 year old glaring at you like he’d never seen a girl before. He then turned back around, ignoring you, and continued to shoot at his planes.




You walked closer and looked up at him.




“I’m Y/N! What’s your name?”




Bradley scowled down at you, “This game isn’t for girls, and my name is none of your business, kid, now scram.”




Your smile fell from your face, and you crossed your arms with a huff, “That’s rude. I’m gonna tell my mom if you don’t let me play with you.”




Bradley lifted his slingshot and aimed it right at you, you screamed and ducked before running back to your house.




“Mommy! Mommy!”




Bradley shot a pebble at you, but luckily his aim was still shocking and he missed.




From that day onwards, you tried to steer clear of the mean boy next door, but that was becoming increasingly difficult as your mom became friends with his mom. They spent a lot of time chatting on the steps in front of each others houses, and tried very hard to coax you and Bradley to play together.




“I don’t want to go over, can’t I just stay here?” You argued one day, your mom brushing your soft locks as she got you ready for a play date next door.




“No my love, I can’t leave you home alone. Carole has kindly made us lunch so it would be rude not to go, wouldn’t it?” She said softly. Your mom was so gentle but it was hard to argue with her reasoning.




You nodded sulkily, and a few minutes later you were being carted off to the Bradshaws, your hand in your moms and eyes red from your crocodile tears.




Carole welcomed you inside, but Bradley was nowhere to be seen, much to your relief.




You liked Carole, she was warm and friendly, much like your own mom, and you were more than happy to sit with the adults and converse about your new barbie and how school was going, but much to your dismay, Carole took your hand and guided you to her sons bedroom.




“Here you go sweetheart, Bradley’s inside, I’m sure he’ll let you play with any of his toys.” She said sweetly, pushing the door open and nudging you inside.




The bedroom was blue and covered with model airplanes and cars, very much a boys bedroom, and Bradley sat in the centre of his bed, tearing apart an old plastic truck he’d clearly damaged during one of his rather destructive play times.




You stood awkwardly at the door as Carole walked away.




Bradley glanced up at you before looking back down at his toy, tearing bits of plastic off. “If you touch any of my stuff I’ll get you with my slingshot. I’ve been practicing.”




You frowned and your arms crossed over your polka dot dress. “My mom says if a boy is mean to you, it means he likes you.” You stated confidently.




Bradley pulled a face and stuck his tongue out in disgust, “Gross, girls have cooties, and you look like you have the most cooties out of everyone. And your pigtails are stupid.”




You went red with rage, how dare he insult your hair. Angrily you balled your hands into fists and stormed over to Bradley, landing a punch against his arm. He barely winced, but he turned and shoved you so hard that you landed with an ‘ooph’ on the ground.




You burst into tears, wailing for your mom who quickly came to your aid.




“Baby what happened?” She cooed, scooping you up in her arms as Carole glared down at Bradley.




“He- he PUSHED me!” You wailed, and Bradley scowled at you.




“She punched me first!” He argued.




Unfortunately for your mom and Carole, this little spat resulted in you having to go home early, and they resorted to chatting in the garden going forward, but you were more than happy not to have to see Bradley much going forward.




You would occasionally see him playing in the front garden, but you’d just ignore him and play by yourself. Eventually you made friends and Bradley was actually nice to them, but still treated you as if you had a highly contagious disease.




Your little heart hated him to the best of its ability, and you avoided him like the plague, yet he would still throw water balloons at you when you weren’t looking, or tell his friends that you were weird. Sometimes he would call you names as he drove past on his bike, but all of that was nothing compared to when you started high school.




Bradley was in his final year as you started your first, and still as immature as the day you met him, he made your life a living hell.




You remembered your first day for all of the wrong reasons.




You met up with your friends at the front gate, all walking in for your first day of high school together, excited about what was to come and nervous at the same time. You had bought cute matching stationary and a new outfit for the first day of school, and your mom had dropped you off, as proud as a mother could be.




But all of that excitement was quickly dampened as soon as you saw Bradley in the corridor, the smile on your face dropping like melted ice cream.




He had spotted you first, staring at you menacingly from his circle of friends down the further end of the corridor.




“Who’s that, your little girlfriend?” One of his friends teased, a dorky looking guy.




“Her? Not a chance. She’s my weird neighbour. She’s been obsessed with me since we were kids.” He told his friends.




You had stopped listening to your friends chatting now, your ears straining to make out Bradley’s words as your face grew blood red.




“Her dad even had to leave the country just to get away from her, she’s a psycho. Once had to actually shove her off of me just to get her to take a hint.” You watched in horror as he lied to his friends, your heart shattering when he brought up your dad.




Your dad had moved to the UK when he divorced your mom after finding someone else. You didn’t hate him for it, but it hurt that he’d abandoned you so easily, and hearing Bradley twist the situation made you want to throw up.




You ran into the bathroom and began to sob, you contemplated even just calling your mom to pick you up, not sure you could ever show your face again, but your friends managed to calm you down and you agreed to see the day through.




You had hoped his bullying would end there, but most days you couldn’t even get to classes without either Bradley or one of his stupid friends mocking you, calling you names or spreading a rumour. Retaliating only made it worse, and his friends would argue that you were obsessed with him and we’re finding reasons to speak to him, so eventually you stopped defending yourself.




Once you even made the mistake of wearing white jeans to school, and Bradley squeezed ketchup down the back of them as he walked past you in the cafeteria, then loudly exclaiming that you’d gotten your period.




Thankfully, once Bradley had graduated high school, you barely had to deal with him anymore, and the rest of high school passed in a much lighter fashion.




Around summer time in 9th grade however, your world came crashing down suddenly, when Carole passed away. You’d come to adore her, even if her son was your worst nightmare.




You and your mom mourned her but Bradley of course was in the worst state.




Alone in his moms house, your mom would often

go over and cook dinner for him, ensuring he had anything he needed. She had asked Bradley to come and stay, but he had declined politely, saying he was able to look after himself and would rather be in his own home.




You actually felt bad for him, and despite your troubled past with him, you decided to offer your condolences.




Braving it, you walked over to his house and knocked on the door. A few minutes passed without an answer, so you knocked again.




Eventually you decided to let yourself in, so you pushed the door open and carefully stepped inside.




“Bradley?” You called out. The house felt empty and sounded even more so. You ventured further in and checked the lounge, kitchen and hallway. Nothing.




Bradley’s room was empty, so you checked Carole’s last, and to your surprise Bradley was curled up on his moms bed, fast asleep.




You thought about just leaving, which you probably should have, but something inside you urged you forward. You sat at the end of the bed and waited. You weren’t sure what you were waiting for, not sure what you could even say or do to make him feel better. You weren’t even sure why you were trying to make him feel better, but your heart ached for him.




Slowly you reached out and placed a gentle hand against his ankle, shaking him.




Bradley stirred, but didn’t seem to wake, so you shook him again.




“Bradley.” You whispered.




He suddenly shot up in bed, a look of confusion on his face as he stared at you groggily.




“What are you doing here?” He spat.




“I… I just wanted to say I’m sorry, for your loss. I can’t… can’t imagine what you’re going through, and I didn’t like the thought of you being all alone so I-“




He cut you off with a snap, “So you thought you’d just break into my house and sit here like a creep, watching me?”




You didn’t know what to say, you were surprised by his level of anger, even for Bradley.




“No, I knocked, I just-“




“What is wrong with you? Can you just get out? Leave me the fuck alone, Y/N.” He laid back down and turned his back on you, and you fought back tears as you left.




You decided that you were officially done with Bradley Bradshaw then and there, and when he joined the navy, you thought if you never saw him again, it would still be too soon.




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After high school, you went on to study Meteorology in New York, and would often visit home, or your mom would come to New York to visit you, but not once did you see Bradley, despite the fact that he had not yet sold Carole’s house.




You were quite relieved, but over the years the hatred subsided slightly, although it never fully went away. As an adult you grew past it, you were the bigger person and you pitied him in the end.




In college you met someone and moved in together, life was actually looking up, but after 7 years together and with your studies now finished, your relationship quickly fell apart, and you decided to move back home.





Around a week after moving back home, you sat on the front porch reading your new book, checking your phone every half an hour, waiting to hear back about job interviews, when a familiar truck pulled up outside Carole’s house.




You looked up, squinting against the afternoon sun, and your body turned cold.




Bradley.




You hadn’t seen him in many years, thankfully, and you weren’t sure if you wanted him to notice you.




You ducked your head down and pretended to read, holding your breath as you waited for him to go inside. Unfortunately today was not your lucky day and you heard the hard ground crunch under his boots.




“Well I wasn’t expecting to see you here.”




His deep voice rang out across your garden. You groaned and looked up at him. He looked different. He was big now, muscles bulging out of every limb, taller than you’d remembered and a corny porn star moustache on his lip. He still had the same curls, but they were now tinted gold by the sun and his skin had a warmer tone.




He looked good, you couldn’t deny that.




“Bradshaw. Long time no see, sad that my record is broken.” You broke eye contact and looked back down at your book, hoping he’d take a hint and leave.




Bradley chuckled dryly, swinging his car keys around his finger.




“I hear your relationship crashed and burned. Can’t say it surprises me.” He smirked.




“Eat a dick, Bradley.” You said as you got up and went to move inside.




“Nice to see you haven’t changed.” He mumbled.




You suddenly grew hot, rage bubbling up under your skin, and you spun round to face him.




“Me?! Good to see you’re still the same ass face as you were 10 years ago.” You spat back.




“Wow, great come back, Einstein. Is that what you left to study? If so you really should go back to school.”




He was getting under your skin and he knew it, yet he stood there as cool as a cucumber.




“Fuck you!” You yelled, throwing your book at him. It hit his shoulder as he moved to block it and landed on the ground with a thump.




“Jeez, calm down, you’re so feisty now.” He bent to pick up your book and began reading an except.




“And she longed to run her hands through his soft golden locks-“




You ran down the steps and tried to grab the book, “Give that back.” But he held it out of reach.




“and dreamt of his lips on hers, but it never would be, not when he was betrothed to another.” He chuckled as he read, finding it amusing how you struggled to reach. “Wow, you really do need this book, considering it’s all the action you’re gonna get.”




You huffed as he shoved the book into your chest. “I thought you would have grown up by now, but I really shouldn’t be surprised to see you’re still the same immature child you always were.” You turned to walk into the house just as your mom came to see what all the commotion was.




She beamed as she laid eyes on Bradley and stuck out her arms for a hug, walking down the steps towards him, “Sweetheart! How are you?”




Bradley happily hugged her back and grinned over her shoulder at you. “I’m good Elsie, thank you, how are you?” As if butter wouldn’t melt.




“I’m good my love, I see you’ve been catching up with my darling daughter, don’t let me interrupt. Hope you’ll come over for dinner some time before you get deployed again!” She smiled at you both as she went back into the house.




You glared at Bradley. “Please don’t tell me you’ve started dating my mom?”

You joked.




Bradley winked at you as he turned to walk away, “Rather your mom than you.” He replied.




You knew he was joking, or at least you hoped, but it stung that Bradley hadn’t changed, and what was worse was that he seemingly knew all about your failed relationship yet you knew nothing about his life. The last thing you wanted was for him to have yet another one-up on you.




Little did you know that would be the very least of your worries that month.




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- Part 2 Coming Soon -

[multiheadcanons]

RED/BLU DIFFERENCES

scout: blu’s scout is the original scout that red’s scout was extracted from. blu’s scout is slower to confrontation and fight. doesn’t mean he won’t, just means he won’t immediately jump to solving things physically. blu is more perceptive, and curious. it gets him in trouble. red’s scout is a problem solver, not a problem finder. explosive energy. blu takes a minute to get revved up. they find a slight rivalry between each other; but they mainly wonder who came from who, and what came from where.

soldier: blu’s soldier is the original that red’s soldier was extracted from. blu was quite literally a perfect soldier before this. he’s quieter with the existence of his counterpart. does a lot of thinking. it makes him an effective and ruthless battle planner. but he can’t help but hesitate on the field. especially seeing himself. he just can’t separate himself from the other. he can’t separate any of the men in his battalion from the enemy. they’re exact replicas. it takes too much brainpower to not treat the enemy as his friend, and his friend as the enemy. he ends up secluding himself.

pyro: there’s no real difference between the two, even if you squint. they both get along just fine. nobody knows which came from the other. they will both live their lives once this is over. there’s just two of them out there now to keep track of. neither one of them has warned the other about the steadily building case file against them both. and they both keep adding to their growing list of legal issues. so if one gets caught that one’s getting the whole reference section of the library thrown at them. the other will come to save them though.

heavy: red’s heavy is the original that blu’s heavy was extracted from. it took something from him. he doesn’t know what. he feels fine, generally. but the sun is colder. he feels the wind chill faster. laughter is not as filling. he is not as fulfilled. something is fundamentally different. it is missing. blu’s heavy is like… santa but violent. dudes never had a bad day in his life. any day he gets to take a life is a good day to him. every day is a good day to die.

demo: red’s demo is the original that blu’s demo came from. he lost his drive. red’s demo is more than willing to laze a day away, and finds himself seduced by the drink more often than not, but when he gets his head on his shoulders, he feels pretty okay. smart, hardy, perceptive… enough. blu’s demo is almost as sensitive as his bombs. he’s itching to move, to go, to get the jump on the red team before they can get the jump on them. he drinks to slow himself down. he’s trying to learn to stop and think, it isn’t easy for him. he doesn’t know why.

engineer: blu’s engineer is the original that red’s engineer was extracted from. blu’s engie is a very serious person with a lighthearted tone. red’s engie is probably one of the chillest guys you’ll meet with an iron grip of control on every facet of his life. the only other way it can be described is red engie is never worried, because red engie has singlehandedly controlled every facet of his environment, down to the particles of dust. blu engie can’t even find the will to make moves like that anymore, and ends up laughing at the things he can’t change, or can change with immense effort. at the end of the day, they are both mad scientists. red engie’s evil laugh pitches up. they’re gonna let each other live, but they’re settling who gets to take the name dell conagher with a fight when this is all over. they planned, separately, to kill each other in that fight. time will tell who gets to be the dell conagher and who ends up the dead conagher.

medic: red medic is the original that blu medic was extracted from, and blu hates red for that reason. understands in all senses he just… is the medic. he looks like him, speaks like him, got his name. he’s got the same memories up until the split. but it was like the red doctor removed his conscience and built the blu one out of that. blu medic sits with so much guilt. and an insane inferiority complex. he doesn’t want to be the blu medic, he wants to be the medic. as opposed to red’s medic, who doesn’t even consider his blu counterpart as an actual living being even though he created him, so by that stance is the medic. blu’s willing to kill his counterpart to become the only dr. ludwig. he likes to think he’s better than the red medic because he feels bad about the horrible things he’s done, he claims he can’t help his nature. red medic laughs because if all that separates them is guilt, then is his blu counterpart really all that better? blu goes by fritz because he hates the name herbert. blu hates a lot of things about himself. and his counterpart. he’s got a lot of big dreams that require the disappearance of the other to set into motion. and while that may not have been in red’s plan, herbert doesn’t care what fritz does. he hasn’t felt this light in decades.

sniper: red sniper is the original that the blu sniper was extracted from. a lot of snipe’s humor left him when he woke up from the operating table. nothing was nearly as funny as he had felt prior. it took him a while to get jokes again. and blu sniper is just a guy but different. likes his job, does his job well, actually a generally very easygoing and accepting guy. honestly pretty goofy. red snipes has a lot of questions before he’s willing to accept answers. they will kill each other on the battlefield if the opportunity presents itself. otherwise they’re actually pretty cool with each other! they go out and say they’re twins. easier than saying “yeah i got a free lobotomy and the doctor and his engineer friend grew this out of the removed grey matter.”

spy: the blu spy is the copy of the original spy that the red spy was extracted from. the original blu spy died in the procedure. just flatlined after anesthesia was given. the respawn machine hadn’t been activated yet; and medic had a dead body on his table that he did not plan for. it had been a while since he had dealt with that. it’s a big reason medic no longer uses anesthesia on the mercs. nobody actually got to know the original spy that had signed onto the team as a mercenary. but between his two counterparts and the son that survived him, we get a pretty good idea that spy was a charming, cunning man with selective empathy and a brutal tone. the red spy got all of the charm, the blu spy got all the empathy, and they are both quicker than a whip, mentally. love playing mind games with each other. medic and engie didn’t feel a need to conceal from them that neither of them were the original, like they did with the others, who’s source material was still alive. they showed them their host corpse in the morgue. explained what happened. said at this point, they could be anything they wanted. it’s what the original has always been best at. they both found niches in the team they had the means to fill and filled them. neither one has reached out to the original spy’s family, or families. they will probably never do so.

[webco-dawnn]

Panic Attack.

HELLO!! I want to take a moment to apologize for my absence !! I got caught up in Christmas and New Years that I just didn't have enough time to get on here and write something good. But, with all the holdiays and special days out of the way, I'm free to write to my hearts content!! :)

Also, before you read this, I just want to let you know that the reason I wrote this was because I suffer from frequent anxiety/panic attacks and I guess I just wanted to feel a little reassurance through it. I also hope to bring you guys some comfort reading this. Also, this is a little bit different from my usual posts. they're usually lists of different hcs or just little scenarios. instead, this is kind of like a headcanon/fic in itself. so I hope you enjoy :)

(also this includes M!user since this is a boys volleyball team)

The sounds of volleyballs smacking against the floor echoed throughout the gym as the Inarizaki boys practiced their spikes. they were filed into two lines along with two letters to the side who would set the ball up high as the person next in line would run and spike it. then the next person would, and so on. It was their usual warm ups. stretching, practicing spikes, serves, sets, hits, etc. etc. But the captain of the volleyball team noticed something was wrong. different. missing.

"has anyone seen y/n?" kita called out to his teammates. He looked at each of them, waiting for a response. instead, every single one of them either replied with a short, "no, haven't seen him," "no," "nah," or just a shake of the head.

being the team captain, he kept his eye on his teammates. it was partially his job to count attendance. (only partially because that was the coach's job, but their coach wasn't here since this was a Saturday morning practice, which the team's coach doesn't usually attend.)

"He might've skipped," Suna suggested with a shrug.

Kita thought about it for a moment, but eventually decided on the fact that, no, you wouldn't do that.

"No, y/n's pretty passionate about volleyball. I doubt he'd skip a practice without at least messaging one of us to tell us why."

kita stared at the floor for a minute, internally debating whether he should go to the clubroom to grab his phone from his bag and either message or call y/n to ask where he was. well, that was until Osamu spoke up.

"Well, I saw 'em earl'r this mornin'," he said, his words laced with his thick accent. "Iunno where he went though." Osamu shrugged and looked up at Kita.

well, great. that didn't help one bit

"no one saw him walk away or something?" kita asked, looking around again at the boys. he was met with, yet another, disappointing shake of heads.

the captain let out a frustrated sigh. he truly cared about you. hell, he might as well have had a crush on you. he would never admit it out loud though. but he did care about you and was concerned about your absence.

"right, well, get back to practice, I'm gonna go search around and see if I can find him," he instructed his team, before turning around on his heel to go search for his missing teammate.

he immediately went to the supply closet at the corner of the gym. he felt it was the most obvious place to hide or be in if you were trying to avoid someone. he didn't know exactly if y/n was trying to avoid anyone, but he decided to check anyway. Kita opened the door to the supply closet with a short creaking noise. Light poured into the dark closet as a result of opening the door and Kita could see y/n sitting down near the corner of the closet. A soft, confused frown made its way to Kita's face at the sight. He cautiously walked over, not wanting to alarm you or scare you in any way. "Are you alright?" Kita whispered in a soft, quiet tone. The sudden voice was enough to make you flinch, immediately whipping your head up to look at the source of the noise. When you realized it was Kita, your captain, you somewhat relaxed, body less tense now. Kita kneeled down next to you, trying to get a good look at your face. He could see the tear stains runnning down your cheeks, the way your eyes were red and the skin around it puffy and raw from wiping your eyes. You soon realized you hadn't given Kita an answer to his question before, so you murmur out an, "not really." Kit anods at the answer, not really knowing how else to react. He takes a minute to fully sit down next to you. He isn't sure what's wrong, but from the tears and the quiet, but heavy breathing, he couldn't help but to put two and two together and figure out you were currently experiencing a panic attack. Kita himself has had panic attacks in the past and he knows what works for him, but everyone's different. What usually works for him might not work for you. So he decides to stay cautious. He hesitantly places a hand on your shoulder, scanning your face or body language to see if you were uncomfortable or not. You weren't uncomfortable. Far from it, actually. So he took it as a sign to go a bit further by gently rubbing the palm of his hand up and down your back. "it's gonna be okay," he murmured quietly. He carefully squeezed your shoulder and flashed a warm smile at you. Kita was always optimistic. He was always looking at the bright side. You couldn't help yourself and let a small smile lay on your lips at his reassurance. "We can stay in here for as long as you want." Kita had no idea if isolating yourself into a small, dark supply closet usually helped with your panic attacks, or if you were just hiding away from everyone because you didn't want anyone to see you in this state, but he still offered to stay in there with you because he thought it might be a little more comfortable for you.

[thegamingcatmom]

Bella/Tanya rant incoming

Kinda smad the Cullens never took Bella to visit the Denalis during her human time. Like-

They must've talked about her a lot when they went to visit Alaska, if Kate's "We've heard so much about you!" is anything to go by.

(Props to Bella for not immediately passing out here.)

And y'know-

It's just such a missed opportunity to not only introduce the Denalis earlier (like they were supposed to be), but also to, y'know-

Now, that's a love triangle I wanna see. 🫠

LIKE-

Imagine Tanya clapping eyes on Bella and at first she's like 'He rejected me...for this??' like y'know, still a bit salty cause she does have her pride (lots of it). And, tbf, I think any vampire would feel a tad bit insulted at being cast aside for a mortal, y'know what I'm saying? Then again, Edward's been rejecting Tanya since before Bella's parents were even born (ouch), so Bella was really just the cherry on top. Anyhow-

Tanya's still a leader and nothing if not hospitable Carmen makes sure of that, so ofc she's gonna be on her best behavior. Y'know, no meddling, no flirting etc. Just keeping her hands to herself like a good girl who's finally accepted that her chosen one is taken.

...Until she realizes that this clumsy human ain't so bad, after all.

It starts with observing her from afar, getting to witness a side of her even Edward doesn't get to see because he's with her all the time anyway, so there isn't really an opportunity for him to catch all those little quirks you only show when you think nobody's watching.

But Tanya?

Bella doesn't expect her to be there because she fully believes Tanya secretly hates her guts for stealing "her" man, so why would the coven leader linger in whatever space she occupies?

Except she does. Quite often. Without Bella noticing.

So there you have Tanya, slowly but surely getting to know a side of Bella nobody else has had the honor of witnessing before. And, lemme tell ya-

Sometimes, Tanya struggles to keep it together.

Especially when Bella starts using the wooden spoon as a microphone as she sings along to a song nobody but her can hear. And it only gets worse (better, so much better) when she starts dancing, too.

Bella has plenty of appealing qualities, it has to be said.

...Singing or dancing ain't one of them, though.

And y'know, Tanya being Tanya, she addresses it at some point.

Ofc she does. 🫠

Tanya: *slinks up to Bella, who's busy washing dishes*

Bella: *gives her a sus and slightly terrified side-eye, but manages to keep her cool otherwise (on the outside)*

Tanya: *busies herself with grabbing a dish towel, the faintest of smirks on her lips*

Bella, who didn't think the leader of all ppl would get her hands dirty with her: *...tf*

Tanya: *starts drying the first plate, lips still curled into an amused smile*

Bella: *keeps washing, struggles to remain calm and composed*

Tanya: *keeps drying, struggles to keep it together*

Bella: *risks a peek*

Tanya: *does too, still smirking*

Bella: "..."

Tanya: "..."

Both: *go back to their respective work*

A few seconds pass...

Tanya: "I must say-"

Bella: *drops the plate she's been washing back into the water, startled by the sudden noise*

Tanya, still drying, still smirking: "...I wasn't aware I'm housing a popstar. What an honor."

Bella: *stares dumbly at her for a moment, brain refusing to brain*

Tanya: *finally stops drying to stare back at her, eyes alight with mirth*

Bella: "...Huh?"

Bella, on the inside: 'Smooth, Swan. Smooth.'

Tanya: *flashes her a toothy smile that is full of mirth and mischief and absolutely radiating*

Bella: *brain refuses to brain again, but for an entirely different reason this time*

Tanya: *leans in real close as she reaches behind Bella to grab smt*

Bella: *leans back as far as the sink would let her, (gay) panic written all over her face*

Tanya: *whips up the wooden spoon and holds it close to Bella's face, still hovering much too close to look anything but hella gay*

Bella: 👀💧

Tanya, all sultry all of a sudden: "Would you mind giving me another taste of those...exquisite vocals of yours?"

Bella: *starts putting it together, (normal) panic slowly forming on her face*

Tanya: *breaks into chiming laughter that sounds much too lovely to become mad at*

Bella: 💀

Needless to say, Bella's mortified. And confused. So damn confused. Big, innocent puppy dog eyes and all. And her cheeks-

Her cheeks are on fire. She's sweating.

And, for some reason, Tanya finds the sight absolutely addicting.

ALSO-

Can you imagine the look on Kate's face when she realizes that Bella's immune to her buzzing shenanigans?? Like, y'all can't tell me Kate doesn't frequently zap! her family just for shits and giggles. And everyone is just fucking tired of it.

And then comes Bella.

And, for the first time in centuries, Kate is seen pouting.

(Much to the utmost glee of everyone else.)

Naturally, this also means that Bella's gift is revealed far earlier because there ain't no way Eleazar hasn't put two and two together by now. Especially because he knows she's immune to Edward's gift as well. (I imagine this was a hotly discussed topic during their previous visits.)

And, y'know-

I'm just smad.

[faintstrangelights]

going to school with a uniform is objectively so funny, like imagine the strangest situation you and ur friends could get into. and now imagine you are all wearing the same clothes

[wishchip106]

i’ve been using my brain more than its used to

gonna think about gay mutant road trip hope my brain doesn’t explode

[ithinkdogshouldvote]

Rouge-like tendencies, courtesy of grandpa

[lotus-pear]

it actually pisses me off sm when there is a scene where an aggressor shoots at dazai and chuuya takes the bullet and dies trying to save him and has an elaborate death scene where he's bleeding out in dazai's arms and choking out his last words because we all fucking know man would just step in front of dazai and kick the bullets back to the shooter using gravity manipulation before saying smth snarky like "you can kys when we get back from the job."

[cozylittleartblog]

idk if I've said it before, but your portrayals of both Rouxls and Queen are among my favorites, and the way they are when you combine the two is the sole thing that got me to say "yes" to queenkaard. When I first saw it in the game and it started catching on as a ship, I was like "nooo I hc him as gay," but then after seeing your stuff I was like "oh nvm I totally see this now."

i think hearing "i didn't see this ship before, but after your art i understand it and/or even ship it myself" is one of the nicest compliments i get, because it makes me feel like i'm representing something meaningful and sweet about a pairing and having people understand what i think is so great and captivating about them. i've gotten a couple asks like this and sometimes i forget to respond but i always really appreciate them :) thank you very much

[lovelettered]

WAITTT i hope bobby and athena's storyline of building their new house has some crossover with eddie's storyline of buck helping him pick a house in el paso. buck or eddie's talking to bobby about this process and compares it to him and athena asking him questions like how did you guys decide this how did you compromise on that and bobby's like. well it's not exactly the same thing. there's no need to compromise. you're not gonna be living in that house together.