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starzblvd · 1 year ago

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Pampering your girlfriend to a soothing bath after a rough day from summers scorching heat then letting her use your hand to get herself off <33

an: modern!ellie, college!ellie, gf!ellie, got this idea while doing my extra long everything shower which originally just started off as fluff but yk, was supposed to post this like 2 weeks ago but then I got slumped with other stuff..anyways Ellie refers to you as angel because I love the pet name so much 🩷

Disgustingly hot was what the temperature is around this time of summer. The heat suffocating you immediately after stepping outside. Ellie curses herself on the drive home when the ac of her red 1989 Ford F-250 decided to stop working on one of the summers hottest days. Hot weather called for a hot tempered Ellie, god it’s the afternoon and it’s still this fucking hot.

She’d walk out of her car with an angry pout of a scowl irritated of the stickiness the sweat induced during her drive home to your shared apartment. Ellie’s skin was covered in a glossy sheen when she’d reach the door, whole day she was stuck dealing with the blistering heat with her lecture halls ac coincidentally broke down too. If one thing were to piss her off in this state she’d be ready to pull a hissy fit. She knocked with urgency to get the relief of cold air, a minute passed and another knock perused, two more minutes and she’s calling out your name slightly banging the door. Ellie reaches for her key from her back pocket jamming the key in loudly when you unlock it before she does greeting her wearing an apologetic smile, “didn’t mean to keep you out, was just fixing a bath for you”

You’d known she was beat from how hot she was the entire day by the spam of texts complaining about everything and anything “I hate this chair it’s so uncomfortable” or “can he talk any fucking faster so we can leave”

Ellie couldn’t be mad when you’d been so sweet waiting for her to come back, letting her shoulders drop their stiff lock allowing you to walk her away the shutting door. “You didn’t have to do all that, im just glad to even get outside that godman place, seriously how do all ac’s suddenly get an idea to break down today,”

You’d notice the glowing gleam layer of sweat she walked in with, after she’s pulling you into her gentle embrace contrasting her tone and expression

“but thank you angel, always so sweet to me”

She was tired and so was her voice, raspier than her typical tone. Couldn’t just leave her in her own when she’s so drained,

“let me do the work for you today”

Ellie’s eyebrows lifted confused to what you’re suggesting but follows your trail nonetheless, as your girlfriend she trusts you.

“just sit down and I’ll bathe you, you know?” You take your seat on the edge of the tub looking at her with such an adoring expression she didn’t hesitate to strip and climb into the tub. Her hair was tied back in effort to combat the heat, you take out the hair tie allowing her hair to fall for you to use a container to pour water over her. A giggle escapes her lips when she shuts her eyes from the water.

She enjoyed how dotting you were to her, enjoyed with the way your fingers move in little circles on her scalp messaging in the lathering shampoo, the little kiss you placed on her forehead after rinsing the pine lavender scented conditioner out.

“We should do this more often, like way more often,” Ellie was completely aloof getting taken care of and content with how loving your touch was, almost made her feel a bit guilty for the idea that was looming over her now, almost. “Yeah?” It’d feel just as peaceful for you to care for her. Reaching over for the body wash Ellie’s hand grasps onto your wrist, wet with small bubbles mixed in from the shampoo.

“you wouldn’t mind for me to use your hand a bit would you angel?” Her voice was softer now, any pent up irritation had washed away by now, looking to you with her slight smirk, the same smirk that’d leave your stomach coiling itself up knowing she only had this look when she’d have another one of her ideas.

“Go ahead,”

Still puzzled she lowers your hand to the water guiding your hand to touch the toned muscles of her torso that stiffed with anticipation. Your touch never failed to excite her no matter how long you’ve been together. Noticing the limpness of your hand Ellie spoke up in type of whisper,

“you can tell me to stop”

Taking the hint of what she was insinuating you slowly shift your fingers open to glide your touch over her warm body,

“No no, I want to keep going,”

You’d coo with all the reassurance she needed. Dragging your hand further down, she caressed the sides of her lips with your finger tips feeling the shock it brung earning a small grunt from her slowly teasing her entrance. Spreading her legs further apart Ellie’s hand adjusted your middle and ring finger onto her exposed folds to start some friction easily sliding them up and down with the mix of her slick and water. All you’d hear was the slow sloshing of water and the small whimpers she muffled through her lips.

She kept her eyes closed concentrating on getting to her high using you. Ellie guides your fingers to soothe her puffy clit only being met with your resistance holding her back, instead to run your fingers anywhere else but her clit.

“thought you were supposed to be helping me,” Ellie let’s out grunting into your ear.

despite her efforts to move you onto her ache you keep prodding her folds, writhing from your neglectful touch, she was so needy for you every second you denied her a rub to give her the release she chased for.

“Thought I was the one supposed to be doing the work for you tonight.”

Ellie was growing tired of the lack of attention she was desperate for, she shoved the two fingers down plunging them inside her, her lips parted allowing her sweet moans to fill the room and your ears.

“we both know you could be doing a better job at that right now angel.”

She couldn’t help herself pushing you deeper into her to touch the spot that always had her unfolding below you. Making her hand jerk faster to pump your fingers quicker to speed up she’d be getting closer to the orgasm her body was pleading for.

“Since you’re so pretty like this I guess I can try harder,” you smiled looking at how the muscles of her arm flexed each time she’d move in and out, you keep your open hand busy by gently rubbing her shoulder whilst bringing your underwater thumb to her clit pressing into her before finally giving in and pacing it into circles.

“cmon cmon cmon, keep going angel please”

Begging and unraveling right before you with a final fast pump and stroke to her clit Ellie’s back straightened and curved into an all familiar arch. Her eyes harshly shutting closed but you wanted to see the eyes you loved so much, lifting the hand from her shoulder to her jaw pulling her face to yours, Ellie’s still wanning off her orgasm by drowning her pace down until she’s finally done sliding you out from herself.

She brought your hand back to surface embracing your hard working fingers with a kiss keeping her hold onto you as Ellie slides down into the tub to just the point where her neck starts.

“you can finish your job now,” she was smiling looking forward to the next time.

#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams fanfiction #ellie tlou2 #ellie williams #ellie williams fluff #ellie x fem reader #ellie x you #lesbian #wlw #ellie williams smut #ellie x reader #ellie smut #ellie the last of us #the last of us #tlou 2 #ellie tlou

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nisimultifandom · 4 months ago

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18+

Warnings: smut, dark!Rafe,slapping, curse words, filthy

Rafe has been making your life hell ever since you broke up, you wished at times you never met him that night at the country club. The constant spamming your phone wasn’t the biggest problem, but that he has been terrorising your friends life too. You felt bad that they had to pay for your mistakes even though it wasn't entirely your fault. Most guys would try

to get back into your life by being romantic and saying that they changed, not Rafe. All though in some sick way he still loved you, Rafe held you accountable for it being over meaning that love wasn’t the only thing he was feeling, it was also hate.

One day while out with the pogues you all decided to enjoy the bonfire and drink a little, he was there too but instead of being filled by the liquor being passed around he was intoxicated with something else, something that has been the reason of the messy break up, his aggressive outbursts being to much to handle. Some people take drugs to fulfill the emptiness and have some fun, he did it to be able to abuse his power without feeling guilty.

He came up to you that night, you were alone because you wanted to fill up your empty plastic cup. Panicked you opted to leaving the alcoholic drink and run to your friends, but of course he was faster grabbing your wrist, taking it away from his grip wasn’t an option.

,,Let go of me Rafe“

,,Come on y/n you know I was just playing“ He said while rubbing your forearm, it was all a tactic, you knew it

,,It was no playing, I begged you to let me go“ he quickly removed the tear rolling down your face, it felt nice but you knew he was up to no good.

,,None of that crying baby, we’re here to have fun, I mean what kinda fool would let such a pretty girl go“ The corners of his lip ride up, he had a soft look on his face

Snap out of it y/n he’s only messing with your head ,,I-I missed you too“ that’s not the way to go

,,That’s exactly what I wanted to hear“ You feel yourself being dragged through the crowd, you’re trying to keep up but you had a little to much to drink , so the main problem is not throwing up on him, even though he would deserve it. When he finally gets to the Cameron residence , he all but pushes you inside and then on his bed

,,What are we doing Rafe?“ you asked concerned, before he answers his shirt is already of and your hands are bound by his belt

,,Reliving memories“

,,are you high, Rafe?“ His grin deepened, and you could feel your body getting warmer because of the anxiety

,,Remember when we were both high and you asked me to fuck you until you cried, you were so fun back than“ His hands were wondering all over your body making that part of you wish he would just rail you already, you knew it was wrong, but so good.

The way he was looking at you the side of his mouth higher than the other, his polo shirt that hugged his fit body, it all made you want to melt away. You let a little whine out and a ,,p-please“

,,Please what? You have to say more than that“ Your eyes widened up at that, you didn’t wanna say it but you could tell he was getting impatient

,,I asked you a question, you better answer it“ his index finger was pointing at you and the lust in his eyes was evident ,,I-I want you to touch me“ his gaze lowered until your crotch was in sight and his hand was already under your short skirt

,,Where? Here?“ The moment he touched your pussy, your whole body shook and you could only nod your head fast making sure he understood, but he didn’t like that, his hand immediately travelled to your neck taking it in a tight grasp

,,I said talk, don’t be a fucking brat“ he says ,,You know what happens when you don’t listen“ The annoyed sigh he lets out made you much wetter than it should have, you did always like how dominant he is

,,Yes“ ,,Yes, what?“

,,I want you to touch me there, and everywhere you want, just use me“ Your breathing starts getting rougher and you swear you could start crying if he doesn’t do something already

He slaps your cheek gently, letting a small laugh right after ,,now that’s the begging I deserve” His hand is back where it was before and your panties are ripped off of you, causing you to let out a gasp, he slaps you again ,,Did I say you could make a sound? You shake your head

,,Good slut” his two fingers start working at your clit and you wander if you’re even allowed to moan, but the nod of approval is enough for you to let out a loud cry ,,that’s it, cry for me” after a few minutes you can feel your orgasm building up and your whole body shaking and right when you think it’s there, he stops

,,You weren’t gonna come without me inside of you, were you?” He asks with a raised eyebrow, you shake your head again, and he grabs your throat once again

,,If you don’t start speaking when talked to, I’ll leave you like this” ,,M’sorry, I thought you were gonna let me come” you answer sincerely, he smirks again before taking of his boxers and letting his cock out

,,Oh poor girl, you are going to come, but only after I’m satisfied too” He grabs your legs puts them around his waist so he can get a better angle. After jerking himself for a few seconds he finally sticks it in, and you could swear you see stars, you throw your head back and let out another moan

,,That’s all it takes for you to cry out?” He loves every minute of it but he doesn’t let you know

,,Its so big Rafe” that was all that it took for him to start pounding into you shaking the whole bed and you, he then comes closer and kisses your lips roughly the only thing you do is hug his bigger body to get him closer to you

When you are both close to reaching the end, he finally lets out a loud groan ,,can I come?” He only nods, still rutting into you, Rafe fixes his position one last time to be on his knees, your legs just hanging in the air and then you finally come together ,,Fuck, that was amazing” he whispers, your eyes are closed but you can feel his long fingers wiping the sweat of your forehead, you smile up at him and drag him in for another deep kiss before he falls next to you, noticeably exhausted

,,Can’t believe I almost lost all of this”

#outer banks #rafe cameron x reader #dark!rafe cameron #obx fic #rafe cameron #y/n

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captainzigo · 8 months ago

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Hi everypony!

My kofi is ko-fi.com/captainzigo if you enjoy my art, consider leaving me a tip! this is otherwise entirely a labor of love so,,,

you can also send a request with your tip! but if you choose to do so, please read the disclaimer later on in this post**

my non-art blog, where i accept asks is @snapewife-divorce-lawyer and my reblog-spam blog is @3amgaypotion also i am on bluesky: https://bsky.app/profile/captainzigo.bsky.social

that's a bunch of pictures of my oc(/ponysona) Prickly Pear. she's a cowgirl

Frequent/noteworthy questions below the break

**on donations made to me:

i still dont take commissions currently, but if you send a request with a donation, there's a 99% chance i'll do it. and that remaining 1% i'll probably just ask you for a different request. if you send me a request with a donation you are not sending me a commision. you are making a donation, and i might do you a favor as a result. you do not own the resulting art. and I am under no obligation to complete it or to do it in the way that you like. you do not need to make a donation in order to make a request. i talk more about it here

hello mutuals!

If you are a mutual, DM me for an invite to discord server and subsequently to minecraft server

on sending me asks:

any asks you send me should be like Strongbad emails. one paragraph. no attachments. unless you are sending me refs.

in any interactions, please keep in mind that i am a stranger on the internet and act accordingly.

unless I have explicitly said otherwise, you can safely assume that I do not count you amongst my friends. it is nothing personal, it is in fact the opposite.

why am i like this?

i am autistic. i say this because representation matters, but also because i would like to ask that you please be very frank with me. i don't even really need your patience. just say what you mean and we will get along fine.

can you draw my ocs?

you most certainly can draw any of my ocs. i'd love that acually. tag me

on (re)posting my art:

do not post my art on other platforms. do not repost my art period. I don't really exist on other platforms since i deleted Twitter. So if you see my stuff on other platforms, it's not me. except for my bluesky.

transformative works are obviously allowed, at least here in america where i live. but if you want my blessing, please keep them SFW, and try to keep the spirit of the original artwork

is my blog SFW?

im in my twenties. i keep my blog SFW (as i define it) as a strict rule.

i do not consider the fact that sex exists, that some people enjoy it, or some innuendo to be NSFW. i also do not consider swearing, even as tho a sailor might, to be NSFW.

are NSFW interactions ok?

in short: no. while i have no aversion to to that sort of thing, and often actually enjoy it, i keep this blog SFW. the intention behind my art is to be SFW even when it might be skirting the line. in general, and especially, specifically with mlp, i do not wish to have NSFW interactions on the internet. please respect this boundary.

on shipping:

in my opinion, all romance real or fictional should be between people who are similar in age, doing age appropriate things, not closely related, and all with mutual consent. i am not interested in witnessing or interacting with anything outside of these parameters.

on my blue hair and pronouns:

i am a trans woman. i am also bisexual. i am also poly and demi since im listing things. i am out online becasue i know how important it is to know that you aren't alone.

do i take constructive criticism?

NO 🖕👹🖕 FUCK YOU!!!!!!! GET BLOCKED IDIOT!! unless you are a marginalized person who feels i have unintentionally made you uncomfortable somehow with my art or otherwise. in that case i am sorry and you do me a great favor by calling me out. OTHERWISE FUCK YOU DUMBASS IF YOU DONT LIKE MY ART GO DRAW YOUR OWN 🖕🖕🖕🖕

“i hate bronies”…

i don't necessarily hate you if you self identify with that label. i like to make myself off-putting to keep creeps away. i talk about it more in this post: https://www.tumblr.com/captainzigo/744131513208176640/when-i-say-i-hate-bronies-in-my-header-its

brony?

i don't hold a lot of nostalgia for old brony stuff. infact it's quite the opposite. i was a child when the show came out, and more than that i was a girl. i am not a brony.

do i like g5?

i like all generations of mip including the new stuff. gen 4 is just the one i grew up with

why is my header aurora, bori and alice from the best gift ever?

well that would be because i hate them like a mother hates a child. like the sun hates the moon. like sickly victorian child hates the slightest morsel of bread.

on flurryheart:

i often draw stuff about cozy glow x flurry heart. this is with the understanding that cozy glow spends about a decade turned to stone. nullifying the age gap.

🤓☝️ i think you mean effect, not affect

i am dyslexic. i spell stuff wrong all the time and i type weird. please don't bother correcting me. wooptydoo your brain is wired normally. sending you a medal.

on my username:

i've had the same username since i debuted on the internet. zigo is the name of an oc i made that i dont really talk much about anymore. zigo is a fine enough nickname, and at least one person calls me that irl.

#prickly pear #my ocs #pinned post

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insomanic-fanfication · 11 months ago

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Batfam's reacting to you falling asleep on Tim

Author's note: Full fanfics will have to wait, but I will be doing these types of things for a bit. Feel free to send in asks! I thought this post was cute and got my creative bug working again. I also wanted to avoid spamming Gator's inbox cause' I already sent in one or two.

Dick Grayson: The proudest brother alive! Look at Timbo finding love! Would definitely put a blanket over you both, and the group chat with his friend would be spammed with pictures and messages of how cute you guys are, how excited he is about Tim opening himself more, Trying to figure out what your couple name should be. Goes to leave but turns back around to make sure Tim's progress is saved and see if the laptop needs to be charged. Then leaves the room, to let you guys cuddle and sleep in peace, telling the rest of the batfam to keep quiet and not disturb you two.

Jason Todd: Found out what was up when Dick was telling everyone not to disturb you love birds. The man was just reading his book in the library, and he got his Flamboyant older brother wagging his finger in his face. Keep quiet, like bitch, your the loudest out of all of us. Decides to weigh the options of maybe writing something on Tim's face in washable marker, to ruffle dick's feathers a little. However, upon entering the room, he sees how content you both are and doesn't have the heart to mess with you. He can't help but let a soft smile creep up while leaving, happy to see Tim finally taking a break from fight or flight. Damian Wayne: No! Of course, he's not doing an FBI-level background check on you because he's worried about his brother! It's essential to know the information of people close to their work as heroes! No, he's not nervous about possible changes in the family's route; that concern is for babies! 'Alferd, could you ensure they drink water and a snack when they wake. Drake probably hasn't touched a glass of water in days'.

Alfred Pennyworth: Would 100%, if told to or not, bring you both snacks and water bottles for when you both wake up; however, I also feel like he would also bring you headache meds. He's had to raise Bruce and insomniac Wayne and has been around the block more than once. Could you check on both laptops to see if they need to be charged? Quite happy to see that Tim has found someone that makes him happy, as well as that Tim's brothers are pretty excited. However, he is a little concerned that Damian may be unable to handle another change within the routine again so soon. It'll just be something that must be talked through with time.

Bruce Wayne: He'll probably be hyperfocused on doing research and stuck in his own thoughts. Cause he's over the moon that Tim's found someone. However, he needs to figure out how to follow the parental rules for same-sex relationships. He wants to keep the rules fair between his children, but like..??? So many questions, not enough answers yet. You can just get ready for awkward but supportive conversations to come.

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Like what you read? Please check out my blog and other works! Do you know that you can’t write yourself or have no time? Request or send in an ask! I also have a Masterlist for all my Reblogs, so you can check out other Fanfication Writers!

#crow!writes #male reader #fanfication blog #dc comics #batfamily #batbros

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kyra45 · 7 months ago

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Important things to think about when getting mutual aid asks

Did you get an ask for mutual aid from a random blogger? Now most of the time there is nothing wrong with getting these asks. This is tumblr after all, the website of artists who take commissions and users who currently need support getting through a tough time. Unfortunately, as it has been since 2021 or even earlier, scammers have used asks as one way to get money off unsuspecting users. While it is generally understood that not all asks you get are from scammers, it is necessary to consider some options when you have received such an ask from someone. I am by no means an expert in busting scams! All the information I will give is some insights and things to look out for if you got an ask for money. If you are a legitimate person sending asks, please read the bio/pinned post of those you send asks to as they may not want those in their inbox. Sending them asks anyway is likely to make it seem like you are just spamming asks and some of those users are minors who do not have bank accounts or credit cards to send you anything.

1. The account itself is often relatively new when you have timestamps enabled. The posts they have may only be a few hours old or even a week old at best if you scroll more than just a glance. Please note that most accounts will have only one original post and then just reblogs of trending topics and popular posts. Their only other original posts are just answering asks. This isn’t always a sign of a scam account, sometimes it’s someone new to tumblr. But more often than not the account is already under suspicion because they may have backdated their posts to look older than they really are.

2. While backdating posts may have some uses outside of tumblr scams, this tactic is often seen if you check the reblog date of the post against the notes. The date is often set to months before it was actually shared and often the user will state someone told them to do this. However, no one is telling you to do that. You don’t do it unless you’re trying to be funny. But these accounts won’t say they did it publicly and then accuse people of attacking them when the date is brought up. I have seen scammers do this quite often, because they don’t think anyone notices.

3. You was sent the ask only after sharing posts about certain topics or certain events. This would imply someone is scrolling the notes of a post looking for accounts they can send asks to. They may have found the post while searching as well but regardless they almost always follow you them immediately send you asks for money despite no prior interactions with any of your content. They do not like your posts, share your posts, or even comment on them. Meaning they did not go beyond the top part of your profile. If you have asks off, they may DM you the same contents of their ask. I feel like there should be more interactions than just a follow and an ask. Legitimate accounts may do this as well, so please try to pay attention to who gets your asks.

4. Something about the ask is familiar if you often get the same ask from differing accounts. Often you’ll get multiple asks all at once from several blogs all saying their someone in need of mutual aid but their all from the same time all at once with a theme that is the same as the rest. A sort of pattern, if you consider it. Why would all those blogs come to you within minutes of a previous one that you already had answered saying you can’t help them? If they saw your account, the askers would know to leave you be since you’re unable to help them. But they don’t. They don’t care. They will keep asking you.

5. When searching the ask you was sent, pay attention to who has been sending it. There is usually a clear repeat of the same pfp across multiple accounts who sent the ask to multiple users over the course of months or even years. I’ve seen ages old asks reused for other scams so I know searching an ask is usually the best way to see if someone’s spamming it. Often very little changes between the asks but they may alter it for more urgency if they didn’t just copy it from a legitimate fundraiser and change up the names to make it less obvious. Usually the edit is adding extra text or asking you to answer privately so people don’t see the ask was being sent to other users. Legitimate accounts may do this as well, and that’s why I try to advise them to limit how often they send out asks since it might lead to false assumptions.

6. The images used may look alright, but have you tried to see if they’re from somewhere else? Most accounts who use images will often credit the source or the content is theirs from another platform. They will usually post videos that come from their other socials which they often have already mentioned. Such as Twitter/X or TikTok and Instagram and maybe even Facebook and YouTube. If someone claims the posted images is their family, but the image has been seen from other suspicious accounts who said it was their family too, it is reasonable to assume those images are stolen if there’s a watermark that the account doesn’t address or if they’ve edited an image that was publicly accessible. It’s hard to really explain it, but some are taking news images and passing them off as their own. Sometimes this can be the same way for those who ask for help paying vet bills; The images are edited to remove details that would point out poster stole it from someone else. Please keep in mind that this isn’t intended to say everyone is doing this. It’s just a reminder. Most of the time, images used are from actual people who aren’t aware that the content was stolen.

7. Unfortunately, some accounts will pretend to be part of a minority. They will also claim to have health issues that need immediate attention such as running out of insulin, needing medication to prevent their lungs from collapsing, having nose freezes too often, or needing more insulin because it’s expensive. There’s even more than that, but this is just the most common occurrences I’ve seen over the years I’ve been documenting scams. There are resources out there that can make insulin more affordable for those who do need it and ways to get it if you are unable to afford it otherwise.

8. Asks to help you after tagging certain things are rarely legitimate accounts wanting to support you. They are often just blogs who offer a digital check for you to cash in your banking app and you don’t scam the scammer by cashing it. Those who send asks claiming to know a person who can boost your fundraiser are generally just users who want you to pay the person a fee for something that’s free to do and doesn’t require paying someone for it. Don’t give out your personal information to these accounts they are not helping you.

Please keep in mind that this is just a general idea on what to look out for when getting asks for mutual aid. There are other things that are useful, things I’ve already noted across my blog is other posts that I didn’t feel like retyping yet again since it would get redundant after a bit. And be aware that not all asks for aid is from scam accounts! Some may be new users who haven’t used tumblr before and are still learning it. It’s important to bring awareness to scams so they can be avoided and to warn those who may have fell for the scam without being aware it was a scam. Everyone falls for a scam sometimes, it’s ok. It happens.

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#scam #longpost #long post #how to spot a scam blog #psa #important information

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darkbluekies · 2 years ago

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Just found your account, love it, now am gonna spam with asks about your OC’s hope you don’t mind <333

First of all, how would your character’s be with a reader who likes being babied and receiving the Princess treatment? Like reader just loves being spoiled and pampered and taken care of

(Can I be 🦇 anon?)

[Absolutely you can be!! And spam away, I saw the other asks I'm working on them too!! Welcome <33]

Silas:

He’d often joke that he is your sugar daddy, but he’d never complain. You will of course get whatever you want. He locks you in the bedroom for most part of the day, the least he can do is to make sure you have whatever you could ever need. Silas, being the busy man he is, wouldn’t have the time to pamper you physically, but he’d try to make up for it with his money. When he comes to bed during the night, he’d hold you in his arms and give your forehead kisses.

“Do you like it when I call you ‘my little baby’? You do? Then I’ll do it more often from now on. My spoiled little baby who loves to be treated like royalty. You need me to do everything for you. And I will.”

Dr Kry:

The whole reason behind why he even poisoned your air purifier from the start is because he wants you dependent on him and to never leave the hospital, so he’d feel more than happy if you wanted him to take care of you. He has quite some money because he works so much and never spends it, but he’d still spoil you with books, food and other things to keep you occupied during your long stay. He’d even buy you a Switch and games. As we know, Dr Kry isn’t the biggest fan of physical affection, but he’d baby you with his voice, talking to you as if you were a little child. He'd pat your mouth dry with a napkin after eating and brush your hair for you.

“You’re a little princess/prince, aren’t you? Getting everything you want. But it’s not your fault that you have to stay here against your will, so I’m not annoyed by it. Besides, I like reading for you and playing games with you … so it benefits me too.”

King Edmund:

He doesn’t expect anything else. You are the queen after all. You should get everything you want and be treated like royalty. He loves to baby you and treat you like a precious little diamond. You love to be babied. Perfect match.

“You want another necklace? The same one? A similar one? Okay, I’ll get it for you, my sweet queen. Anything else you’d like? New clothes? More jewels for your wonderful tiara? Just name it and I’ll give it to you, my dear. You want a kiss? Then come here!”

Jerry:

Baby you? Never. Treat you like a princess/prince? Maybe. Spoil you? Absolutely. Jerry loves to show how you can only survive as long as she’s here. Her plan is that the more she buys you, the more in debt to her you’ll be and if you ever leave … you will never be able to pay her back. You’re trapped in her world, strangled by expensive necklaces and chained by fancy bracelets. If you enjoy it, it’ll only give Jerry more motivation to pull you deeper down into her twisted wonderland.

“Here you go, baby doll. I thought it’d fit you. Yes, I know it’s bold, but I like that. I saw it while I was out and I thought it’d look good on you. Don’t show it to anyone else though. It’s meant to be hidden and only shown to me, got it? I will know if anyone sees you in this, trust me. I'll see you tonight ...”

Hedwig:

She’s rich. That’s all that needs to be said. She loves spending money on you and treats you like her own little baby. Everyday is a birthday for you. She has either baked you pastries, bought something for you or given you money for something you’re saving up for. During class, you lean onto her shoulder when you get bored and during the evenings when you’re at her house, you let her play with your hair and shower you in kisses.

“My pretty Y/N. You love being taken care of, don’t you? I love taking care of you. What was that? You want a massage? Absolutely, let me give you one.”

#yandere #yandere drabbles #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere talks #yandere x reader #yandere fics #yandere oc #yandere mafia #yandere reactions #yandere asks #🦇 anon

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piedpiperart · 1 year ago

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Phantom of Gotham 19

Chapter 18

Danny had unsurprisingly not gotten a good night's sleep that night. He was currently staying in an abandoned Firehouse. He was pretty sure he was getting the hang of finding semi-hospitable hideouts. Just to be safe, he had taken to hiding his stuff in the walls when he left. It was tedious, but there was no way he was risking a Red Hood (Jason?) situation. He knew that opening a portal to the Ghost Zone would be a bad idea, and that it could lead the GIW straight to him. That big of a power surge in one spot would no doubt attract them. At the very least, Vlad might also be aware of him in Gotham now. But for some reason he didn’t want to leave.

Sure, He’d be safer if he stayed on the run but he had friends at school, was actually doing well in classes, and he had befriended the local vigilantes. Not that he was avoiding them. He had patrolled a bit with them again- invisible as always- but he’d started to feel eyes on him so he gave them Phantom’s contact info and proceeded to lay low the past few days.

Danny had started feeling a bit paranoid after the whole ghost portal thing, but Batman and Frostbite were already making progress. Batman had even said that the GIW wouldn’t be able to do much in Gotham since he’d alerted the GCPD to reject any attempts at partnership and to detain the Fentons if they were spotted. Danny was still worried about it. Especially with Vlad and his parents. He’d of course told Batman about Plasmius, but in order to keep his own secret he hadn’t told them Vlad was a Halfa too. He was starting to think that maybe he should, just in case he showed his fruit-loopy self in Gotham.

Obviously, Phantom could take Vlad in a fight no problem. It was him against the bats that he wasn’t so sure about. Lack of ghost weapons aside, Vlad also had a propensity for overshadowing people. Often multiple people because of his clones. The two things Danny wouldn’t or couldn’t do.

He sighed. Maybe he was overthinking it. He should just do his best in school and hang out with Tim and Steph like a normal kid for once. Phantom was benched for now, and Danny needed to lay low in case the GIW or … the Fentons were searching for him. If they noticed the power surge of the portal, it’s likely, but who knows. Maybe they didn’t notice anything. Maybe Danny’s still safe.

“Yo, Danny, are you okay man?” Steph asked, nudging him. They were at lunch, having gone off campus to a coffee shop instead of sticking around the cafeteria. Tim was downing his coffee and staring longingly at the second one he ordered like he couldn’t drink them fast enough. Steph and Danny had both gotten sweeter drinks because, as Steph says, they have taste buds that work.

“Yeah,”Danny said, rubbing the back of his neck.”Just an off day, you know? Couldn’t sleep.”

Tim perked up at that.”You know you can always come over to the manor-”

Danny cut him off with a groan. “I told you Tim, I’m not coming back.”

“Yeah I know,”Tim glowered, sipping his drink. “Had to try though, the Demon Brat is still spamming my phone about you. Even Bruce asks for updates.”

“Yeesh, even Bruce?” Steph winced, looking between the two boys. “Yikes Danny. Bruce isn’t known for letting things go. You’re doomed.”

“He’s not ‘doomed’,” Tim rolled his eyes, while Danny sighed dramatically from the other side of the table.

“You know, it’s kind of hard to keep a low profile with a billionaire taking an interest in you,”Danny commented dryly. Tim shrugged.

“Just means he can keep you safe from whatever you’re running from,”Tim raised an eyebrow pointedly at Danny’s scowl. His phone alarm rang and the three of them started packing up to head back to school.

“I don’t want to talk about it,”Danny wrinkled his nose. “And wouldn’t hiding with a billionaire make it easier for them to find me?”

“He’s got a point,”Steph chimed in, getting a look from Tim. “I’m pretty sure Bruce has a room for me just on the off chance I spontaneously need adopting. No doubt they’re gonna keep your room exactly how you left it.” Tim fought back a smile, knowing it was true, but wouldn’t prove his point.

“Pssh, Bruce can be stealthy. No one will even know you live at the manor,” Tim pointed out. Danny snorted. “What? He can be stealthy,”Tim persisted, only for Steph and Danny to exchange amused looks and start laughing. “I’m serious!”

“Sure,”Danny chuckled as he and the others left the cafe and headed back to school. “He’s about as stealthy as the sun. Sure, you don’t see him at night, but when you do see him he’s super intense and the center of attention.”

Steph burst out laughing at that, and Tim made a face. “Okay that’s a fair point but still. I know we all told you before but everyones still worried about you.”

“I get it,”Danny said. More than you know, Danny thought wryly. He knew that if the GIW had a way to track him they’d be led straight to the Wyanes, and then their secret identities would be in jeopardy. Danny wouldn’t allow that to happen. Besides, if he’s on his own he can use his ghost powers to sneak away and fly to a different state undetected. “This is my problem to deal with though. Can we just drop it?”

Tim wilted. “Fine, but if you ever need anything let me know.”

“Will do,”Danny saluted lazily. He would not. And judging by the look on Tim’s face, he knew it too.

The conversation switched to upcoming school projects and classes as they made their way through the school. “Alright, I’m off to class, see ya later,”Steph waved.

“See ya,”Tim and Danny waved. The two boys had chemistry together, so they walked to class side by side. They were a bit late, so they didn’t have much time to chat before sitting down in their seats before class started.

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Tim was a bit worried about his friend. Sure, he knew Danny could take care of himself, and had superpowers that could help him. But was he taking care of himself? Tim was sure the meal plan Damian had him on was all but nothing while Danny continued to live by himself. He wasn’t too worried, knowing that Danny was pretty good at surviving on his own. Besides, he was pretty sure everyone had scared Danny away with their lack of boundaries.

In addition, Danny was a good person. Tim would be a fool to not see how the kid was trying to protect them. It was nothing they couldn’t handle, sure, but Danny didn’t know that. Even if the bats couldn’t be with him all the time, Tim was sure Phantom was protecting the kid. At one of the meet ups, Phantom had said he’s usually with the bats at night and Danny during the day. Though, the past two days Phantom had more or less said he’d be sticking around Danny more often so he wouldn’t be around much to help the bats. Which was fine. They’d need to find Danny to talk to the Phantom though, because they hadn’t been able to give Phantom a communicator before he disappeared.

A voice came over on the intercom and Tim snapped out of his thoughts to pay attention. Especially since the rogues were keen on attacking schools, Tim was listening to make sure there wasn’t some sort of attack on the way. Oddly enough, it was just about a student needing to come to the office. But that student? Danny.

Danny stiffened next to him, and Tim looked over with a raised brow, silently asking if he wanted company. Danny gave him a small smile and shook his head,”Probably just something about paperwork,”Danny whispered before gathering his things and making his way out to the office while Tim’s head spun with questions. The intercom didn’t give any details, and despite it probably being about paperwork, considering Danny had no actual adult supervision at home, Tim had worries. Parent teacher conferences were weeks away, and Danny hadn’t gotten in any kind of trouble at school. He had a bad feeling about this.

Exactly two minutes after Danny left, Tim raised his hand. “Can I be excused to the bathroom?”He asked and the teacher, Ms. Morgan, sighed but waved her hand to let him go. She was more than used to Tim’s antics, but because of his good grades and lack of friends, she let him do what he wanted. Maybe he should send her some sort of gift basket, he thought. She was a good teacher.

Once in the hallway, Tim beelined for the office on silent footsteps, passing by the bathrooms on his way. He kept an eye out for Danny, pausing when he heard voices coming from the door to the office. Getting as close as possible, TIm busied himself with a nearby locker while he eavesdropped.

“I assure you, this is the best possible outcome for everyone,”Someone was saying. He didn’t recognise the voice, but it sounded like a man.

“I suppose. As long as you keep your end of our deal. I don’t want any of this getting out,”Tim recognised the vice principal’s voice. What kind of deal? And where was Danny?

“Trust me, your school’s reputation is safe. Dealing with these creatures is classified government business. Nothing will get out to the public,”The man was saying, and Tim’s blood ran cold. Creatures? Were they talking about Danny? Did they know? Where was Danny? Tim thought frantically. He needed more information.

“Either way, this is how far I’m willing to help you. Follow the others through the back entrance. I don’t want anyone seeing you or the boy,”The vice principal, Miss Wethers, snapped.

“Trust me, he won’t be seeing anyone from Gotham Academy anytime soon,”He chuckled darkly, and dread filled Tim’s chest. They had Danny? Where was Phantom? How did they know where he was? Tim thought frantically, shoes squeaking on the floor as he quickly made his way to the back door of the school. It was the staff parking lot, and if he didn’t want to run into Miss Wethers or the creepy dude he’d have to go the long way.

On the way, Tim took out his phone, calling Jason and putting a com in. The others would be at school or work right now, and he knew Bruce and Alfred were getting ready for the Gala tonight.

“What is it now, Replacement?” Jason snapped, but Tim didn’t have time.

“The GIW’s at the school, I think they got Danny,”Tim rushed out, turning a corner and skipping down the stairs. “They’re taking him through the school’s back entrance, I’m on my way there but I’m in school clothes,”Tim said, and he could tell by the movement on the other end that Jason was getting his gear.

“Alright, find out what car and where they're going but don’t interact unless you have a way to sneak Danny out without them noticing,”Jason grunted,”Be there in five.”

Tim gave an affirmative and cut the comm, finally making it to the back entrance door. He wasn’t sure if Danny had five minutes, but Tim was confident in his ability to be a distraction and stall for time. He eased the door open and immediately latched onto seven guys in white suits, three of which were carrying what looked like a heavily restrained and unconscious Danny into the back of a big white van. Damn. From what Tim could see, there was a muzzle and handcuffs, but he wasn’t sure if Danny was knocked out or drugged.

“Shit,”Tim cursed as the last guy came through the side of the building with the vice principal behind him. He didn’t have hardly any of his gear on him and they were about to leave. Taking out what he had in some hidden pockets, he activated a tracking device and took aim, hitting the van perfectly on the back of the vehicle, near the back right tire.

Tim chewed on his bottom lip nervously as he watched the van doors close. For a small group they were very efficient and fast at getting Danny out and on the road. Tim eased out from behind the door and made his way behind some cars, following the van’s path as they drove out of the parking lot. He knew he couldn’t keep up from ground level, so he climbed up to the rooftop of the nearest building when he had a chance to do it without being spotted. The whole time he felt nothing but worry for Danny.

“Hood, come in, where are you?” Tim asked impatiently. “They’re in a white van, sending you the location now. I managed to get a tracker on them but couldn’t get Danny out.”

“Two minutes out. How’s the kid?”Hood grunted, and Tim could hear the sounds of his motorcycle in the background.

“Not great. They have handcuffs and a muzzle on him, and he was unconscious when they loaded him into the van,”Tim reported, and Hood cursed.

“I see em’,”Jason said, and Tim could hear the roaring of his motorcycle across the street. Tim brought up his phone and used it to pull up the tracker he’d set on the van. He took a second to catch his breath from roof hopping, and tried to calculate their path.

“Looks like they're headed towards the docks or the outskirts of Gotham,”Tim cringed. That’s also where a bunch of warehouses and abandoned buildings were located. It would be hard to find Danny around there if they manage to get away or ditch the van.

Suddenly, there was an explosion and Tim looked up from his camera with wide eyes. Looking over the edge of a building he was perched on, he could see the van scurry to a stop, smoke and what looked like the aftermath of an explosive right in front of them. “Jason?” Tim exclaimed, only to catch a glimpse of the Red Hood coming out of the smoke dramatically. He sighed a breath of relief.

“What, worried about me Timbers?” Jason sing-songed, and from the roof Tim could see two agents exiting the van as Jason drew his guns. Tim huffed a laugh. “Stay out of sight, not sure what weapons they have on hand.”

Jason sneered at the white-suited agents as they approached him with a haughty walk. “The fuck do you think you’re doing kidnapping kids in my territory?” Jason called out to them, and the second guy paused. They weren’t actually in Jason’s area, but Gotham counted as his territory when he wanted it to be.

“You misunderstand,”The first agent said calmly, holding up his glowing green weapon nonchalantly. “I’m agent K with the Ghost Investigation Ward, we’re simply taking the entity in. It’s just possessing the boy, and it’s our job to apprehend it. You’re interfering with government jurisdiction.”

Jason let out a breath, but cocked his guns. “I don’t care who you are or what you’re doing. Step away from the vehicle before I start shooting.”

Agent K looked incredibly annoyed and yet smug as he slowly lowered his weapons. “Fine, we’ll do things your way. Agent O?”

At that, the other Agent dropped his weapons, including what looked like a glowing green grenade that rolled towards Jason. Hood cursed and leaped away as it went off in a flash of green light, firing at the Agents as they pulled out their weapons. Jason hadn’t seen any weapons like theirs in action before, but it was clearly heavy duty. Agent O even tried to shoot a fucking net at him like he was some kind of crime fighting fish. Frustratingly, they kept him on his toes while he ducked behind a car. Jason managed to hit Agent K in the shoulder before the two ducked behind the car door. Hood caught a glimpse of them inching back to their van, and made to follow when suddenly the van itself rumbled.

Tim and Jason’s eyes widened as what looked like missiles and lasers appeared from the van and locked onto Jason. “Shit,”Jason cursed, woefully unprepared for their tanked up van. Three missiles immediately took off, and Jason did his best to get to better cover while green lasers shot at him. One of the grenades from earlier hurtled towards him too, and it was at that moment that Jason vowed to blow up each and every one of those white suits in the van. He hissed as a lazer caught his leg and grazed his side. Clearly the weapons were made to hit ghosts, but damn, they still hurt. He needed to step back and regroup. As much as he hated to admit it he’d need backup. Or more firepower to counter these weapon-crazed maniacs.

“Hood! They’re getting away and the tracker is down!” Tim shouted in his ear. Jason grimaced.

“Little busy here,”Jason grunted as two missiles collided with each other, but the force of the blow blew him back, dragging his feet on the pavement. The third one struck him before he had time to dodge, and all he heard was the screeching of tires getting further away as it went off, sending him into darkness.

Tim cursed as Jason was thrown back into a building before slumping to the ground. The van was gone and the tracker malfunctioned when the weird energy sources of the van's weapons activated. As much as Tim would have liked to go after Danny, he didn’t have a car or his Red Robin suit, nor a way to track them anymore. And Hood was down, He thought dryly.

Hood was already moving by the time Tim skidded to his side. There was no blood, so Tim figured it was just a lot of percussive force damaging his brother. He’d have a lot of bruises for sure. As Hood grumbled and caught his bearings, Tim helped him stand, finding burns through his armor on his side and left thigh from the lasers. He grimaced in sympathy.

“You okay?” Tim asked once Hood was standing. He didn’t seem injured too badly, but might have a concussion if not for the red helmet on his head.

“Yeah,”Hood coughed. “Nothing I can’t handle. Wasn’t prepared for that shit though. The fuck do they have so many heavy duty weapons?” Hood spat, brushing off Tim’s hands. “Any way to track them?”

Tim shook his head. “I didn’t see Phantom anywhere but they managed to get Danny by roping the vice principal into setting up a trap for him. I didn’t notice until after they had him.”

“Shit, think they got Phantom too?”Jason swore again, but went over to where his motorcycle was, dragging Tim with him. “C’mon, we’ll find them.”

“Yeah,”Tim responded, feeling his brain buzz with anxiety and plans. He’d have to figure out where the GIW base was, how they got into Gotham, and hack into the CCTVs to figure out if Phantom was around. A helmet was shoved into his arms and Tim jolted back to the present.

“We’re on our own for this one. B and the others are on their way to the Gala already,”Jason said, revving the motorcycle. “Sides, not much we can do until we track down the van. We’ll gear up at my place and come up with a plan before looping in everyone else.”

“I can loop in Spoiler,”Tim added, twisting his arms around Hood’s waist. Jason grunted in agreement and they made their way to Jason’s apartment without following most traffic signals. The whole way, Tim worried about his friend and what the GIW would do to him. Though he had one big question hanging over him. Where was Phantom?

Chapter 20

#Phantom of Gotham #Danny phantom #dpxdc #dcxdp

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ficoandleo · 2 months ago

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I have mega ADHD so I forget things easily and have a hard time settling down and doing stuff. I don't remember everyone who deactivates or goes inactive. And I know I should express my love more for people who are currently around--i'd like to do that someday too!! But idk i kinda wanted to shout out to some of the people who deactivated/disappeared, especially recently, in the off chance they see this and know i love them lol

@battyoldman let's start with you because whether or not you decide to stick around you're kind of the most recent. I really hope you just need some time away for your mental health and, if this is something you'd like to continue doing, if it's something you enjoy, that you come back and keep blessing us with your presence. Your Ed is so. Silly and fun and chill and perfect. The video and movie titles you'd come up with are so befitting of his goofy conspiracy interests. You have really captured that old man's essence, in my opinion. Your interactions with Rui were so seamless I figured you were in one of the discord servers and already knew each other and you were just growing and exploring a relationship you'd already practiced in another setting. Honestly everything felt so seamless on your end when I saw you interact with others and when I got to interact with you--Ed was so largely unphased by everyone's shit and distaste for him(up until Towa said he was bad at sucking dick, he was not taking that lying down--) and the way he entertained himself with everyone's affairs. . .he really had the feeling of lying away in his tower, entertained by the humans. 10/10, if it's still fun for you I hope you won't leave us because we will miss you.

@ask-kaito-fuji i didn't get to interact with you much WHICH IS A SHAME. Your Kaito is so cute and he's. Really trying he felt so solid and charming and just awkward enough and I love the way you let him interact with posts that were ooc too because lbr he loves social media! He would be vibing out on tumblr!! It felt like he was this close to realizing he was in the matrix sometimes. Seeing people know a bunch of stuff and going 'why/how do you know so much it's so creepy!!' was delightful, and getting to personally chat with him once or twice was also very fun. 10/10 you brought the party to other people and you captured the character very well. His PDL is coming up though, so you may wanna hide him /joke

@frostheimking so your blog is gone but not deactivated(deactivated tumblrs have '-deactivated' and a string of numbers on the end of them and you can often still ping them) which, to me, reeks of Tumblr being stupid because I've seen that happen to multiple people before. I don't think you're gone on purpose, I assume there was a bad spam deletion somewhere or an alleged break of the rules because I've seen that happen before. So I'm hoping you either get the blog back or remake because, while you weren't around often because lbr it's slow around here for the most part, I loved your Jin??? I don't just mean because he was kinda flirting with Romeo, he was snappy and cold and. Idk he really felt like Jin. That's the best way I can think to word it, you captured his character from what I could see. I enjoyed our interactions and I enjoyed the ones you had with others too! I was looking forward to exploring Romeo and Jin's history and dynamic with you quite a bit haha. HOPEFULLY YOU GET YOUR BLOG BACK or remake if you're interested!! 10/10 tumblr fix your shit there's unfinished business--

@leo-brat-kurosagi-deactivated20 hey. You. You are far more Leo than I am lmao. I DO NOT HAVE THE MENTAL CAPACITY TO BE THE MEAN LEO THAT YOU WERE. I WISH I COULD BE AS SNARKY AND BRILLIANT. You weren't around super long and you didn't get to have a ton of interactions or answer a lot of asks but like. How do I say that I could just kind of tell what kind of potential was there for something great??? You handled him very well in the time you played him. You lived up to being a little brat for sure.

@sinostracasino-deactivated20241 YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND THE VISCERAL REACTION OF WHAT NO WHY COME BACK THAT I FELT SEEING YOU GONE. You were hilarious and fun and silly and also a good writer as I recall. Your Taiga had great energy and this underlying tension to him and we would have dug into that Taiga doesn't care about himself if Romeo wasn't afraid to do so. I was looking forward to them having some great, stupid, cyclical arguments, maybe a shootout, maybe eventually getting back together a little. And maybe a little something for that birthday trip to Rui's bar. And his chemistry and interactions with others and with anons were fun??? Immediately warming up to Towa? Teasing the honor students?? The little bit of 'bickering' with Ritsu? Also the way you tagged some of your reblogs god. 10/10 Taiga, he owes so much child support.

. . .those are the ones off the top of my head, mostly recent, which isn't to say I don't see or recognize or have appreciation for others not being around a lot or going away(like @/ask-lucas-errant who did answer an ask recently-ish, who isn't too active but that's probably because of lack of asks/interaction; @/shiranami-ren who I figure isn't around much because they draw a lot of their answers and that's a bit more intensive of a way to run their blog--amazing stuff and very much the classic way to do this from the old days, I would absolutely do the same if I could draw; and the Lycas who deleted probably because of inactivity) all of whom have/had great presentation for their characters and handled them well but. Idk. Maybe i ended up posting mostly people 'closer' to me in this context haha. . . .

I wish this fandom was bigger and more active with sending asks and stuff because I feel like that's a big contributor to people falling off or deleting, and I wish I were more consistent with asks and responses and better at sending asks myself because I could be the change I want to see in the world. (I feel like the asks I send have to be, like, good. Like I appreciate getting simple and basic asks but I feel like I need to ask Big Headcanon Questions or something.) But I know everyone's got their own lives and their own things going on so I'm not going to pretend I know what's going on with everyone, y'know? More than anything I hope everyone--active, inactive, deleted, or otherwise--is happy and safe and comfortable where they are and that the ones who've dropped off didn't do so because of anything bad or any kind of discouragement. Sometimes we lose interest in things and that's more than fine. Or life is busy. I hope you're all doing well. I miss you! I'm sure I'm not the only one!

#ooc #sinostracasino #leo-brat-kurosagi #frostheimking #ask-kaito-fuji #battyoldman #regularly scheduled posting will return. . .sooner or later. i have bad brains atm haha

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mightyfoz · 1 year ago

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𝔇𝔢𝔭𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔱

won't be me if I don't draw my OC in an angsty scenario, here's a little story I thought of behind this drawing. (keep reading for story)

Jingle is pretty much reliant on his job with Mammon, and he even enjoys working for him! But one day Mammon just gets on his nerves by pointing out the one single mistake he made throughout the day. Jingle mainly gets upset as he always, ALWAYS makes sure he does everything perfectly, knowing he will not get a thanks from Mammon. But him just pointing out the one time he messed up, really made him upset.

Jingle sadly lets his emotions get to him, and he storms off after arguing with his boss and leaving him to do all the work alone. Though, Jingle soon realizes the mistake they've made and feel absolutely terrible about it. Not that they yelled at Mammon, but that they just royally screwed over their life by leaving the one job that allowed them to live in a giant mansion and pretty much have everything they've ever desired, albeit Mammon being who he is. All alone in the ring of Greed, they get into some trouble and have to run for their life from some goons. They lose most of the accessories they had on and pretty much look like a big mess, by the time they manage to get to somewhere safe. Mammon on the other hand is just all over the place as he literally can't do one thing right, as Jingle has always been the one to help him, and he couldn't find an assistant just like that in the middle of the day, as much as he wanted to. He spam messages/calls Jingle, but no answers from him.

By the end, Jingle is so upset, he wished he just stayed quiet and never snapped to his boss. Luckily, he sees Mammon's limo somewhere outside the bank and just rushes for it, without questioning or rethinking if he should do that. Jingle finally is safe in the limo, and knows that the second he sees Mam, he'd just cling to him and tell him to take him back, that he'd do anything just so he wouldn't be out there again. (i pictured that Jingle just doesn't see himself as important anymore, he's changed his temperament while working for Mammon, knowing that if he loses his job, he'd forever just be a nobody.)

Mammon obviously is relieved that Jingle returned, mainly because he didn't have to do all the hard work his assistant did for him, but I like to think that he grows just a tiny tiiiiny smidge of respect for all the work Jingle does. Not that he starts thanking him for anything, of course not. He just knows that if it weren't for Jingle, he definitely wouldn't be able to handle anything.

But yes, in short, Jingle is highly dependent on Mammon. And since he works for him, I do believe he's signed some sort of contract with Mammon, so even if he wanted to leave, he wouldn't be allowed or able to. But to Jingle personally, he would rather listen to Mammon and constantly do all the tiny things he could think of, than be out in the streets.

#fozbox #helluva boss #helluva fanart #helluvaboss #helluva boss fanart #helluva boss mammon #helluva boss oc #helluva boss original character

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libraryoffandomsuniverse · 6 months ago

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you should be scared of me

masterlist part 1

Finally wrote a part 2!! This became a little bonkers. I've always thought that after 1000 years, the Originals should've been a little crazier and more ruthless. I get the MF gang had plot armour because Klaus and co were originally (ha) the season villains, but after being vampires for so long, you'd think their patience for enemies would be even less (at least, that's what I would do if I was an Original).

Warnings include: canon divergence, people dying who didn't in canon, MF gang and Klaus slander. Some Klaus feelings worked their way into this and I chose to roll with it.

You don't leave it there. Now that Klaus has completed his transformation, you 'keep the lines of communication open' as recommended by a book about nurturing and strengthening relationships that you read once.

The 90s were a weird time for you and you don't want to talk about it.

This means that you spam him with texts, calls and selfies from a number that him and his followers are unable to trace.

Partying in Cali just isn't the same without family.

It's me, Y/N. Hope you're having a nice day and when are you going to undagger our siblings?

Klaus groans every time he sees an unknown number pop up on his phone. He'd forgotten just how much of a little shit you could be and the years apart had only made you more annoying.

It doesn't help that you've rigged your number so that he can't call or text you to get the last word. He's secretly missed this kind of sibling interaction but he'll never admit it.

This combined with his hybrid problem makes him even more short tempered than normal.

You make contact with the Mystic Falls gang after Stefan steals the coffins.

You've always been careful to cultivate good relationships with witches and you've helped out enough covens and families over the centuries for them to keep an ear out for you.

Being dead doesn't stop some of them; in this case, you're contacted by a Richmond witch (descended from a very helpful ancestor you met 100 years ago), who tells you that there's Original shenanigans afoot.

You quickly reach out to the Salvatores and Elena.

The MF gang don't know what to make of you.

You're polite, but not as honourable as Elijah. Your remarks are even more cutting than Rebekah's and you have a temper, but you don't fly off the handle like Klaus. You don't even sound like you like your family, considering that you attempt to only get Kol back before Stefan refuses.

"In big families, there's always one sibling you prefer and Kol was always my favourite."

You decide to team up with them for the moment, if it's at Klaus' expense. You even suggest awakening Elijah, because of his influence on your brother.

You don't attend the dinner. Not officially. Instead you're the one to remove the daggers.

You don't trust either of your older brothers when there's an empty coffin with your name on it.

Your first words to your twin after nearly a century apart are "welcome back to the land of the living, idiot" followed by 2 blood bags being thrown at him.

When your siblings start attacking Klaus, you're right beside them filming the whole thing.

"Are you actually recording this?" "Consider it payback, Nik."

When your mother appears, you can barely look at her.

Why is she still alive with her magic to boot?

You don't trust her talk of reconciliation and, judging from the look on his face, neither does Kol.

You're proven right but you don't have the heart to gloat. Not this time.

While Damon bites Abby Bennett, you turn Bonnie.

Part of you doesn't like doing this to another witch. You still feel incomplete without your magic, even after 1000 years.

But the Bennetts went against your family and allied themselves with one of your biological creators.

And that is something you cannot, will not forgive.

You spend most of s3 with Kol helping him get used to modern society.

Both of you get up to mischief, especially now that Kol's no longer restricted to a spirit form.

You'd forgotten how much fun partying with Kol was when he wasn't stuck as a spirit.

Both of you return to Mystic Falls when Klaus tells you about a possible cure for vampirism and some folklore about a boogeyman called Silas.

You've never seen Kol look so terrified in his life. And he's not alone.

You'd helped him wipe out that coven that worshipped Silas centuries ago. You thought all mentions of the man were destroyed. Obviously not.

Despite you beheading Shane (and getting blood on your favourite jacket), it still doesn't stop the MF gang from going after the cure.

Everyone disregards your warnings and you're both getting sick of it.

The final straw comes when you narrowly save Kol from getting killed by the Gilberts.

You're furious, more than you've ever been in your life. You haven't spoken a word since the witch arrived and began to heal Kol. The look of fear on your twin's face, when you'd snatched him away from his would be killers, was utterly foreign and you never wished to see it again.

You hear footsteps come up to you and you notice Klaus out of the corner of your eye.

"They tried to kill Kol tonight," your voice is tight. "Our brother, my twin nearly died and you still think we're being dramatic about Silas?"

Your body is completely still apart from your hands, which are so tightly clenched that he can smell the blood dripping from the fingernail marks on your palms. Your gaze never leaves Kol, as his pained groans start to die down.

"I dont know why you've given that group so many chances. You've made exceptions for them that you would never do for your blood. They killed Finn and you never retaliated. But I kept silent because I thought there was a plan to lure them in. But you have allowed them to become too bold and made us look weak. We are the bloody Originals. We are the monsters people warn their children about."

You finally turn to face him. You continue to speak in such a quiet voice that Klaus feels a shiver go down his spine.

He will never admit this.

"This is what's going to happen. Apart from Elena Gilbert, I'm going to kill everyone involved in this Silas mess. I'm going to find the cure and shove it down that useless doppelganger's throat so you can continue making those hybrids you're so fond of. And then I'm going to burn this cursed town to the ground and you're not going to get in my way."

Klaus looks at you for a long time. You and Kol had always been inseparable as humans and that didn't change when you were turned.

He'd witnessed countless fights between you both during the centuries and just as many reconciliations. He'd seen you communicate without words, using a smile and a head tilt to say so much.

Part of him had always been jealous of your bond and how steadfast it was. It was an exclusive club that he felt shut out of. He's not alone in thinking this, Rebekah had complained in the past about how she felt like an outsider with you and Kol.

He is trying to let you go, trying not to hold on so tightly that you hate him. But his past actions have left scars on both you and Kol. Neither of you are quick to forgive him.

Maybe this concession could be a start.

What's the total annihilation of one town, he muses, in the face of forgiveness? What's the love of family compared to the slaughter of sheep?

"You have my blessing," he finally says. "I'll keep Rebekah and Elijah out of the way."

+++

The destruction of Mystic Falls becomes the subject of news channels and government departments for months. An entire town suddenly turning up dead is a mystery people have a hard time trying to solve.

But the supernatural community knows. Whispers spread about the Mikaelsons, about Y/N Mikaelson's revenge. And if they hold their loved ones tighter and look over their shoulder more frequently?

It isn't something that any of them will confess to.

#my writing #kol mikaelson x reader #mikaelson family x reader #the originals imagines #tvd imagines #the vampire diaries imagines

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manofthepipis · 8 months ago

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One thing that I’ve noticed is the amazing storytelling and character development Survey and Clicks are going through! They both have conflicting emotions, but seem to handle them very differently. It kind of reminds me of ‘Nice v.s Kind’ mentality. From my perspective, Survey is nice, but Clicks is kind.

For nice people, most of their characteristics are this:

- never wants to rock the boat

- Most concerned about not upsetting someone

- Afraid to speak up when they witness unkind behavior

- Censoring yourself for others feelings

- Enabling

Most of these in my opinion match Survey and their own mental battles pretty spot on! I should probably also mention early on that I don’t think Survey is evil, or acting out on any ill-will towards Spam, quite the opposite actually! Survey is probably walking on eggshells with every interaction they have with him. They haven’t had time to process through their own grief and PTSD from the last Neo rampage, so, that involuntary spills out when they don’t mean to. An example of this is when Swatch was talking to them about Neo, and their first thoughts were “Oh, Neo, great” clearly stating their apprehension towards the topic (and for a very good reason! Regardless of the mental state of the perpetrator, it’s hard to forgive and forget after a scenario like that). However, they also unfortunately, have that double whammy of the grief they felt by leaving Spamton alone, and was the only other Addison that actually heard the voice on the phone, therefore, they have an even more horrifying perspective of what Spamton went through. They somehow think that turning Spamton back into the white Addison will be the solution to all of their problems. Which, while one might think it cruel, given Surveys perspective, it makes a lot of sense. They can’t help but be scared of Spamton, they don’t want to be afraid, but they are so scared of that overwhelming feeling of NEO, and, it’s not like Survey has heard anything positive about Spamton’s new appearance. With the “burning hot plate sensation” to “I can’t say anything without being swamped by Ads” it makes sense that Survey would want to alleviate that burden. I really hope that one of the other Ads are able to catch on to Survey’s mental state, and help. Right now, my contester is Banner. Those two seem to be a little bit closer than the others, especially when it came to Spamton. Banner was also the one who noticed Survey’s apprehension and terror when Neo was in their house. This is getting to long LMAO so the summarize, ADDISONS!!! SPAMTON!! PLEASE PAY ATTENTION TO THE ONE LIGHTING THEMSELVES ON FIRE TO KEEP YOU ALL WARM!!!!

To move on, Clicks on the other hand, is kind. For kind people, their personalities are like this:

- Willing to make waves

- Clear, direct communication, even when uncomfortable

- Being true to their own values or feelings

- Helping

- Acting from genuine feelings

Now Clicks isn’t a saint, he’s an asshole and a drama queen, even he himself admits this. However, he definitely gets the kindness award! As he passes this test with flying colors in my opinion! He doesn’t pull back his punches with Spamton, (like him just telling Spamton to shut the fuck up LMAO) and has the most clear communication with Spam! Spamton himself, recognizes that Clicks isn’t like Banner and Survey who are still trying to test the waters with him, rather, he treats Spamton like an equal. (Even if his sense of equal is just being an asshole). Clicks has also show to value his own feelings, especially with the latest chapter! The reason it took him this long was because before, his feelings were just a giant ball of ???. Once Clicks was able to understand and get through his emotions he was able to have a better understanding of Spamton and his character. (Clicks knows that Spamton hated being that white Addison, Survey is trying to make Spamton that white Addison). Throughout the story, Clicks has shown to have a remarkable sense of body language understanding as well as trying to respect Spamtons boundaries. An example of this is when Spamton thought he was being interrogated by the other ads, and when Clicks senses his discomfort, he tries to drop the topic. Even though he’s an asshole, he definitely wants to be there for all the addisons are a strong shoulder, as well as a protector. Clicks is notorious for making waves, (all with good reason!) If someone like Survey had to have the heart the heart with Spam like Clicks had, I feel like Survey would say something like, “Everyone is capable of change Spamton! And we all want to change for the better and help!” But Clicks is just like, “you are the most egotistical bastard I have ever met. Shut the absolute fuck up.” LMAO I love this guy. Clicks isn’t a nice guy, but he is a kind guy. And that goes a lot farther in my own opinion!

To conclude, Clicks is able to empathize, while Survey sympathizes. Both are so complex it’s so good rararjdndjskdkdnd !!!!!!!

i've gotta say reading this ask/analysis (asknalysis?) has got me smiling from ear to ear because of describing something so accurately i couldn't put it into words better than this

one, i'm extremely thankful for this, and tysm for your thoughts! They're always a pleasure to read especially as i see that so much of these addisons have actually got across :'D

i really really really like writing morally grey characters, and using the kind versus nice personalities is such a great way to describe their moral differences! Surv is definitely trickier, because as you said, they're not evil, they just got a lot going on. they are apprehensive, and definitely walking on eggshells because they have no idea to actually approach this situation other than wanting it over with. Their persistence to find out what happened to spamton in pt 1 was fulfilled (for better or for worse), and being "nice" is what he needed then, to be brought down from his rage and resentment towards them as a group, while kindness is what he needs now. So Survey's inadvertently putting themselves in a worse position, creating divide, just because their approach that worked before isn't working now. And it's not their fault while at the same time, yeah, being their fault. i rlly like this line "setting themselves on fire to keep the rest of you warm" it like 1. is perfect for this and 2. goes hardcore

Without spoiling too much I do believe you have it right :D though Banner isn't in a position as extreme as Survey here, the whole thing is certainly messing with him. He doesn't want to make the wrong decisions anymore about what to do with Spamton's situation, finding it odd and uncanny, rather than devastating like Survey. He wants to make things right, but doesn't have the tools right now to do so. He wants to help, probably more than anyone else, but unyielding optimism isn't going to work and he knows that :')

you're also right about what would have happened if Surv were in Clicks' position then. There wouldn't be much of a resolution other than Survey going back to what they've seen had worked before- talking Spamton (and the rising emotions) down. When said emotions and concerns, instead, needed to be acknowledged and translated to make any progress. With Clicks, processing how he's felt for so long and what Spam's feeling now, it helped them both in one conversation and connection. Spamton's a lot like the addisons than he cares to admit, as he's been one of them at some point, so being an equal is what he's wanted, but then when he never got it, it turned to wanting to be 'bigger' than them, and thus the spiral/decline. Clicks being kind, noticing visual cues of discomfort rather than being impatient with getting information out of Spamton asap when he finally starts talking, is going to make Spamton feel more like an equal and less a belittled outcast, or worse, a freakshow. And though addisons always have their own selfish motivations directing their actions, the outcome of Clicks' approach is pretty selfless in the end.

I'm also so so so glad to have readers that see the differences in empathy versus sympathy and nice versus kind! like, just the subtle differences between each approach, in where each side is commonly seen as synonymous, when in context, they can vary from each other in large ways!! It's enlightening even as a writer to see :D! tysm for sharing!

#fanfic #;v; happy writer hours #i rlly like banner's inclusion in here- i promise the yellow and orange addison aren't getting shunned in my fic #they just haven't had their moment #sponsor especially- as they've remained a mystery for too long #asks

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according2thelore · 5 months ago

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I think I can speak for everyone following you that we would LOVE to know your thoughts on that scene. The one of Dean apologizing to Sam about not sticking up for him more when they were kids cuz John would send him away. I can picture it in my head, the first time it happened- Dean's confusion and hurt, then his desperation when he realizes John is serious. Fuuuuck plsplspls spam our feed.

referring to this post here!

since i was lucky enough to have two people who are willing to listen to me ramble, i have made this one into a little narrative!! y'all are seriously spoiling me over here. <3

-lizzy

"what did i tell you?"

"dad--"

"no." john cuts him off, sharp. he looks up at dean. "i gave you specific goddamn instructions. what did i tell you?" dean almost can't look at him. he feels withered down, like the ficus in the motel lobby--years old, bone dry, more dead than alive.

"you told me to keep a low profile while you were gone."

"and what did you do?"

dean winces.

"i snuck sam into the movies, and we got caught by the manager."

it was supposed to be fun. sam wanted to see the new frankenstein movie, and dean was bored. they didn't have movie theater money, but dean didn't think that should stop them.

dean's only fifteen, but he should know better. and really, he does. but the week had been long and boring without school or work to distract them, and sam never asks for anything.

they got caught by the manager as they tried to sneak into the movie in the theater next door, and were only able to escape with sam's quick thinking. dad found the empty boxed candy in the trashcan when he got home tonight, and knew they didn't have candy or movie money.

dad had been able to haggle for an extra motel room in this town, so sam was sitting in the motel room he and dean were sharing next door, after dad had given a stern, "you're on knife sharpening duty. if i can't cut a piece of paper with every knife in that room, you're running laps until you throw that damn candy up, you hear me?"

sam had stomped off, huffy, but dean knows he'll have those knives gleaming in no time.

dean also knows that it's him who's going to get his ass handed to him, because he's the one who was supposed to know better. he's the example. as soon as sam had left, they'd sat in silence for a few minutes to give dean time to squirm. but it looks like dad is ready to show his hand.

dad looks at him for a long moment, assessing. dean feels about an inch tall, but refuses to shift like his limbs are screaming to. he cannot show dad any more guilt or nervousness than dad already has access to. dean refuses to be cowed, even though he very much is.

finally, dad looks away, and begins reorganizing papers on the motel dresser. he's putting some sheets in a manilla folder, and crinkling up others for the trash.

dean can still feel his heartbeat in his cheeks, and knows better than to feel relief that dad's eyes aren't on him anymore.

"there's a haunting down in lubbock." dad says, and he turns around, handing dean the folder. dean takes it, hestitantly.

what?

he flicks it open, and sure enough, there are a few newspaper clippings about a banker's death, and statements from police. dean recognizes bobby's scrawled handwriting, and knows dad must've gotten this in the mail earlier.

something's not right, but dean doesn't know quite what it is yet. anxiety gnaws on his stomach, but he nods slowly. he starts to turn, ready to go back to the other motel room and debrief with sam.

a new leaf will be good, dean reasons. dad usually leaves aggravations in the towns they occur in, like the wounds they receive and the people they save snap out of existence as soon as they hit the county line. maybe this will disappear, too.

"okay. i'll go get sammy--"

"no. sam's not going anywhere." dad cuts him off. dean turns back around, startled. dad's eyes are hard.

dean swallows. it's unusual to leave sammy behind. it's not unheard of, though. sometimes, if it's a really hard or dangerous case, they'll drop sammy off at another hunter's house and pick him up in a few days. maybe dad's expecting this one to get hot.

dad used to drop both of them off, but dean hasn't been left behind since he turned thirteen.

"okay..." dean says slowly. "then let me go get him ready for pastor jim's and tell him when we'll be back."

he starts to leave again, on edge and eager to escape the menace that comes off of dad like a heatwave.

"'we're' not going anywhere." dad says, tone flat.

"we're...not?"

"no. you're doing this one. by yourself."

dean startles.

"but dad--"

"sir. you're calling me sir. if you want to act like an adult, i'm going to treat you like one."

"i said i was sorry!" dean protests, but dad's jaw ticks in annoyance at his whiny tone. "i'm sorry. i really am, sir. i didn't mean to go behind your back."

"but you did. and i need to know i can trust you, dean. this isn't a goddamn vacation." dad moves back to sit down on the side of the bed, leaning forward and looking at dean intently. "i need you sharp, i need you focused, and i need you to listen when i fucking tell you things."

dean is still spiralling. he's never been on a case by himself before. he guesses he'll never truly have a legal driver's license, but he's not even old enough for one yet. he's fifteen.

how the hell is he going to get witnesses to talk to him? how the hell is he supposed to drive the six hours over to lubbock by himself? and salt a ghost?

every part of this order seems impossible. dean can't dig up a grave by himself. it would take hours. a day, even. how is he supposed to do that without getting caught? no librarian will give him access to city records. he'll have to sleep in the car--no one in their right mind would book a motel room out to a kid.

and what if he gets in trouble? dad can't bail him out. they might transport dean to another city with a better juvie before he can get a call out to dad that he got arrested.

dean can feel his heartbeat in his tongue.

"do i make myself clear?" dad asks, but dean doesn't answer. no, he doesn't. he doesn't make himself clear. dean can't do it. "do i make myself clear?"

his voice is harder the second time. dean swallows.

"yes, sir."

"good. caleb will be a few hours away if you need help, but i expect you to handle this by yourself." dean is relieved to hear that caleb will be around, but dad's second statement is the real order. dean's alone on this one. "i need you gone for a few days."

"where will you be?" dean asks. what changed? why is dean doing this by himself?

"i've got a ghoul up in oklahoma. i'll also be headed out."

this--more than anything else that's happened tonight--alarms him.

"what about sam?" dean asks.

sam's not ready to stay by himself. he's eleven. dean knows intimately how dangerous it is for sam to be left alone. dean still has dreams about the striga, about sammy's pale face behind the cage of dad's protective arms.

"i've left some money on the table. he can fend for himself for a few days--kid's seen worse." dad says, nodding over at the kitchen table. dad is back to all-casual, like this is a regular conversation. dean looks over, and barely resists the urge to count the money. how much is it? $40? $50? dean won't be comfortable until sammy has at least $150, but he doesn't know if they have the resources enough for that.

how is he going to make money, if the--what looks like from--$35 run dry?

"you want him to stay by himself?" dean asks, just to confirm. there's no way he's understanding this correctly. dad wouldn't do that.

he's strict, and he can be harsh, but he wouldn't leave sammy alone for days. right?

"dean." dad says, and it's his annoyed tone. his shut up, kid tone. his we're done talking about this tone. dean feels panic, sharp and hot and tight, shoving its way up his spine.

his entire body feels shaky. dad's going to do it.

he's going to leave sam alone. he's going to take sam away from him. as punishment. as a fucking punishment.

"dad...please. i don't think sammy's ready. i promise i'll go on this hunt as soon as you come back. the second you're finished, i'll head out, i will." dad's expression continues to darken, so dean rushes all of his words out at once, hoping to stop dad's protest before it can come out. "i promise dad, you won't see me at all. i'm not trying to get out of it. we shouldn't leave sam by himself."

dean holds his breath. dad has to see reason, he has to.

"are you questioning my direct order, again?"

dean's stomach falls through his shoes.

"dad, please," dean begs.

"dean--"

"i don't think he's ready--"

"do not talk back to me--"

"dad, please! he's just a kid, he's going to be scared--he's not ready for this!" dean pleads, because sam's not. he has nightmares more nights than not.

dad's hunt might be quick, but dean's is not going to be. dean desperately tries to run scenarios in his head of getting this case done in twelve hours, so he can be home in less than twenty-four, but there's no way he could.

"are you ready for this?" dad asks, and his eyebrow is raised. dean is stopped in his tracks. the words don't sound right.

"sir?"

"is all this because you're scared? you're not ready?" dad doesn't say it like dean thinks he means to. it's a challenge. a pitying, aw is the baby scared? it's a you-better-not-be.

and honestly? yes. a little bit. dean is fifteen. he's not ready to drive six hours away to gank a ghost by himself. he's done recon and research and helped dig things up, but he's never done anything like this before.

but dean's pride will not allow him to say yes. dad didn't raise a boy who could say yes. dad wouldn't even accept it if dean tried. which he won't.

he can't.

"no, sir. i'm ready." dean says.

dad stands back up, grabbing one of dean's shirts off of the bed behind him. he tosses it at dean, whom catches it numbly.

"pack your bag. i want you outta here by midnight." dad says, turning around to begin packing his own bag.

"yessir." dean feels shellshocked. he feels like he felt after he killed his first deer: confused, startled, and completely, totally numb. he knows the implications of this will affect the rest of his life, but he can't see far enough to know how.

dean's tired. he doesn't want to be here anymore, and dad has summarily dismissed him.

dean makes it to the door before he hears dad call his name. dean pauses, hand on the doorknob.

"and dean?"

dean turns around, and dad's face has darkened. his eyebrows are pulled low over his eyes, and when he speaks next, his voice is flint.

"if you ever question me again, you're walking to the next hunt."

dean nods, once.

"yessir."

he wants to say goodbye to sam. he wants to take his dad to the ground. he wants to punch a hole straight through the impala's windshield. he wants to get out of here.

dean packs his bag.

when he comes back a week and a half later, sam doesn't talk to him for three days. he's mad at dean for leaving him alone with dad.

dean tells him to lay off of dad. it's not his fault. he's only in a rotten mood because dean disobeyed, but dean keeps that last bit to himself.

dean should've obeyed him the first time.

#ask box #lizzy answers #lizzy writes #anon <3

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trentslfcc · 4 months ago

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Eye to eye 2

Chapter 15🤍

"Hi babe." Trent spoke immediately as Ella answered the phone, trying to conjure up the confidence to tell her. He didn't want to upset her at all, but he had to be honest. Relationships were supposed to be fuelled by love, loyalty and honesty.

"Hi." Ella greeted her boyfriend back, sounding as if she was softly smiling, hearing his voice again. She had been busy all evening but she had her phone with her.

"You okay?" He questioned her before he was going to tell her the news which he guessed that she didn't want to hear.

"I'm okay. You?" She spoke back, with a tone that Trent knew all to well. He closed his eyes before he answered her question.

"I'm okay." He confirmed, pinching his eyes closed again as he was about to finally be able to tell her everything. This was something he never wanted to do again. "I need to tell you something."

"Mhm." She didn't verbally respond, but she let out a sound so that Trent knew to carry on speaking.

"So, you know when I told you that Sabrina wanted to speak to me?" Trent muttered as the nerves were still very much present in his stomach. Ella let out the same sound as a reply to his question, wanting to know the rest. "We talked it out and she apologised but then after the conversation, I got up to leave and she tried to kiss me. I pulled away immediately though."

"I know." Ella confessed to him and she sounded like she was getting out a sweet packet out. It was like 10:30 pm in Spain and she was eating sweets. Classic Ella.

"You know?" Trent was shocked to have heard what his girlfriend had just said. If she knew, then why didn't she sound angry at him? He would've thought that she would be.

"Yeah, the girls told me." She affirmed to him. Ella's phone had been spammed an hour ago by them. She couldn't ask for better friends. Of course they had told her.

"So you're not upset about it?" Trent noticed her tone sounded different to what he had imagined it would in his head. He had expected her to be fuming.

"I was at first. I was very upset. I was really annoyed but then I remembered it wasn't your fault. The girls told me that you were angry at her for trying to kiss you and that you walked away straight after. I don't know why she keeps going, but I trust you baby and I know you would never cheat or anything." Ella stated, causing Trent to be relieved. She knew how much he loved her. "And then I wondered why it wasn't you telling me first but Jess told me that you were driving back to Tyler's so I get it. You know I don't like it when you call and drive cos' you get distracted."

"Yes baby I know." Trent chuckled softly. Ella was perfect. She was so understanding, more understanding then he could comprehend. How was she so amazing? "I'm sorry I didn't tell you first. I didn't know how to tell you."

"Well, you've told me now and everything's fine. I have no reason to be upset with you." Ella replied to him with a smile on her face. Trent was so grateful that it was Ella he was in love with because he didn't think anyone else would be able to have the patience to deal with this ongoing situation. "Let's stop talking about it now."

"How's Jude?" He asked, changing the topic of the conversation, finally. He hadn't seen Jude in a while but it wasn't the longest he had gone without seeing him.

"He's fine but he's being annoying as ever." Ella rolled her eyes thinking about how demanding he had been of her. He missed his sister and so when he would see her, he wanted to spend as much time with her as possible. Now with Jaida being there, they both had too. It wasn't that she didn't like hanging out with her brother, it was that she was exhausted and wanted to sleep sometimes. "He's been asking me and Jaida to go everywhere with him. I'm tired of being a third wheel. Next time, we should do it to him, see how he feels."

"Baby, he's just clingy." Trent giggled at her words. "And he's been third wheel a lot, it's your turn now." He continued to remark. "Oh yeah and Ibou and Lexi had a moment yesterday."

"I hearddddd- They would be cute together but we'll have to see about that one." Ella tittered at the thought of them. "Urghhh- anyways, are you with the babies?" She asked, wanting to see her little children who she missed so much.

"Yeah, they're right here." He requested to facetime her which she accepted straight away. As soon as they switched to facetime, Ella's heart softened as she saw their small faces.

"Hi my angels. You both look so cute." She said in a baby voice to them. It seemed that they were confused about hearing their mums voice but not being able to see her physically. "Mamas gonna be home soon."

"See look, they're clingy too. Just like their uncle Jude." He was referring to the fact that they were both holding on to him and while looking at Ella on the phone.

"You're clingy too baby." Ella defended them, letting out a little wave of laughter. Tahj and Tayah both loved their dad so much, they always had to be around him.

"You're clingy." Trent shot back in a joking manner. It made him have butterflies whenever Ella showed her clingy side.

"And what about it?" Ella had an attitude in her tone. It's not her fault she fell for him, but she did and he had to deal with that.

"Nothing. It's sexy." He pulled the camera up to his face to reveal his smirk which made Ella death stare him. Why was he like this? He was so handsome.

"Baby, don't say that word in front of the kids." She commended him with a stern voice which made Trent's smirk remain in place.

"Why? They don't understand beautiful." He kept pestering her cutely. Ella was tired of his little antics but it made her blush.

"You're annoying." She replied, closing her eyes with fake annoyance, making him chuckle. After a few seconds, Trent called out to Tyler that he was going to go back home. Aura was asleep and he had already given her a kiss, so he put his phone down, placing it in his pocket carefully so that Ella could stay on the call and carried them to the car.

"And you're gorgeous." He responded to her, as he strapped the babies into their seats, one after the other. Once he had finished, he closed the back door of the car.

"Watch when I get home I'll make sure you can't run your mouth anymore." Ella told him, trying to seem irritated by him and his words. He was now making his way to the drivers side.

"And I'll make sure you use yours." He was so outrageous sometimes. Ella was shocked by his words. "I'll make sure you're screaming my name aswell." He continued before opening the car door and getting inside.

"Ahh. Babyy!" She reacted to his sentences, her face bright red with butterflies in her stomach. He was so down bad, so was she honestly. "Behave." Ella knew Trent's smirk had appeared again which she could half see on the camera. "Just drive."

"What?" He pretended to be innocent.

"You're so lucky I'm in Spain right now." She returned causing Trent to laugh at his girlfriend. She got flustered so easily when he spoke like that to her. Who could blame her? "Anyway, I'll let you drive home."

"Baby, you're so cute when you're shy." He said quietly so that they babies couldn't hear what was going on.

"Stop-" She moved her phone so that the ceiling was showing and her face was out of the camera now. Trent couldn't stop chuckling lightly. "I'm gonna go to bed now- get home safe. I love you." She still sounded annoyed at him but he knew she was still blushing.

"Okay, I love you baby." He was still smiling after she hung up the phone. He was a mischievous man.

When they had arrived home, Trent gently brought the babies to their nursery as they were very sleepy. It was late for them so they needed to go to bed. He gave them both kisses on their foreheads before he changed into his sleep wear, brushed his teeth and laid down on his bed after a long day of stress. As soon as he did, he got out his phone again and block Sabrina on everything, not wanting to speak to her again.

The next day

The sun beamed down to practically hit Ella as she arose from her slumber. It was Jude's match today against barcelona. She had never been to an El Classico so she was excited to go, especially since her brother was the biggest name associated with it at the moment. She was so proud of him it was unexplainable. So that she wouldn't get shouted at by her mum trying to rush her, Ella got up and did her normal morning routine. She was confused when she saw that her mum and Jaida were almost ready and were waiting for her to finish. Denise rolled her eyes when she saw her daughter not even dress yet.

"Hurry up Ella, we don't want to be late for your brother's match. We have to leave in 30 minutes." Denise urged her to get ready faster. Having dealt with her half of her life, Denise was used to her daughter taking her time when she was with her. Since the day she pushed out Ella and gave birth to her, that girl had been obsessed with sleep. With Ella now being a mum herself, she didn't get much of it anymore.

"Yes mum, I'm hurrying." Ella sat on her bed now, wondering what to wear with her real madrid shirt before she decided to take a picture for Trent in her pink pair of pyjamas shorts that fit her butt perfectly. What's the harm in a picture? It would only take a few seconds. She didn't want to wear her jeans but it would have to do. As quickly as she could, she put them on. Noticing that she hadn't been on her phone at all this morning, she picked it up to see a 'good morning' text from Trent. After changing, she quickly put on her shirt, did her makeup and hair with 10 minutes to spare. She used the rest of the time to message her boyfriend back and sent him the picture and another picture that she had taken the day before.

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handsome😍🤍

Good morning beautiful🤍😘

morning baby🤍🤍

Did you sleep well?

yeahh

kind of, uu??

Kind of🤍

*photo📸*

Come home NOW😍😍😍😍

BABY😫😫😫😫😫😫😫

look at you being down bad for me😌

I need you😫😫😩

you're gonna have to wait babyy😘

i got more pics for youu

they are WAYYY better than these one✋🏽-

these ones is very much nothing😘

Baby stop-

You're making me turn red

And Marcell's here💀

💀💀💀💀💀💀😂

just wait til you see what I post later

me and jaida r going to the beach

so u'll get to see much more of me😘

😫😫😫😫😫

Oh yeah I forgot the match is soon

I forgot it was at 12:00

So you have the whole afternoon after that🤍

yepp🤍

i have to go now babyy

make sure the babies get their milk

when they wake up

i love you😘🤍🤍

I love you😘🤍🤍

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"Ella, it's time to leave now." Denise voiced out loud enough for her daughter to hear. Jaida was thrilled about seeing him play today. She was going to have a good day. Jaida and Ella had planned to swimming later as the summer heat had begun, so it was perfect for them to do so.

"I'm coming mum." Ella responded, getting her little bag and placing her phone inside. She quickly joined her mum and Jaida at the front door, putting her shoes on before they left the house.

The Bernabéu stadium was massive. The atmosphere was definitely inviting and the fans were countless. When Ella, Jaida and Denise had arrived, it was nearly time for that game to start. Ella was low key proud of herself because she could've taken longer to get ready but here they were. On time. They were sat near the boxes in the family area, looking at the team as they exited the tunnel ready to get started. They stood in their straight line before going to shake hands and then got in their positions, waiting for the whistle to blow.

The first half began with a Barcelona goal from Christensen in the 6' minute. That obviously didn't mean that the game was in their hands, of course. They were playing against real madrid after all. Vinicius Junior was able to hit it pas the net in the 18' minute, with an assist from Lucas Vazquez, making it 1-1. Real madrid were able to cut through their opposing side, meaning chances were being created and shots were being directed towards the goal, however none of them seemed to be going in. Madrid fans roared down the stadium, trying their best to motivate their players. Jude had been struggling a bit to get it past the keeper but he was no quitter, still being able to get through their midfield and defence. Half time had come and the result remained at 1-1.

Ella wasn't worried because she knew the qualities the team possessed and had complete faith in them all. They were considered the best team in the world, but to Ella, she loved Liverpool, Sunderland and Madrid equally. When she had first entered Liverpool because of university, it opened her heart immediately. She loved everything about it and now, she lived there with her children and boyfriend. Due to her brothers now playing for madrid and sunderland, she had no choice but to support them.

During the second half, the noise was definitely louder as both sets of fans wanted to win. Real madrid attackers pushed more, wanting the same thing. Unfortunately, a goal was scored by Lopez in the 69' minute, meaning it was 2-1 to barcelona. However, that didn't last long as Lucas Vazquez hit it bang in the net with an assist by Vinicius Junior, giving them an equaliser. It was now drawn and tension was thicker than ever. 20 minutes later, the 90' minute had past and everyone thought that the game would end in a draw, that was until Jude flew the ball Ter Stegen. Full time result, 3-2 to real madrid.

The game had finished now and Jude was making his way up to his family and Jaida with joy filled in his body. He had won his team the match. They were all so proud of him. Ella noticed how shy Jaida got around him which made her chuckle very lightly.

"Well done darling." Denise hugged her son as he had finally reached them now. Her children were the people who brought her the most joy, so to see them accomplish as much as they did meant that a smile would be plastered across her face, until one of them annoyed her. Ella, Jude and Jobe always found a way to.

"Thanks mum." Jude was also proud of himself and his team for winning today. It wasn't their best performance but resilience got them a victory at the end.

"You did great. I'm proud of you." Ella was now speaking as Jude hugged Jaida. He really liked her and it was evident to his family.

"Thank you muppet." He responded to his sister. Ella wasn't going to say anything back because she was going to let him have his moment with Jaida.

"I'm proud of you too." Jaida announced as she got on her tiptoes and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. Denise wasn't looking as she was now speaking to one of the other mums which Jude was glad about.

"Thank you J." He kissed her cheek back. Ella was very happy for them, but as she had previously told Trent, she was tired of being the third wheel. That's what she got after doing it to the both of them.

The afternoon kept going as they were now on their way to the beach. Jude had stayed home with Denise as he was exhausted after his match but Ella and Jaida were sat in the car being driven to the prettiest beach close to them. Ella was worried that her weave would get damaged but at the end of the day, it's just hair. Her natural afro would have it's time to shine when she would get back to Liverpool, which was tomorrow. Ella decided to post pictures on her story. One from now and one from yesterday. Jaida also posted on her story, one of her from this morning and one of her in the car with Ella.

The beach was fun. Ella and Jaida made sure to enjoy their last day in Spain, even though they know it wouldn't be their last time going there. Trent saw the pictures that Ella posted in her bikini and was absolutely mesmerised by her beauty. She also sent him a few naughty pictures which made him so grateful that she was coming back home tomorrow so that he could have her. When Ella and Jaida got home, the put everything back in their bags so that they were ready for their plane journey in the morning. Before going to bed, the girls spoke about Trent, Jude and just life in general.

Chapter 16

Hope you guys enjoyed this🤍x

Anyways, don't ask about why Ella's hair keeps changing💀 Just imagine they're all her🤍🤍🤍Aren't Jaida and Ella gorgeoussss? x

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Hi!! I’ve never had a pet snake so this might be a dumb question but is it harder for snakes to see when they’re in blue?

It's not dumb, snake eyesight is different from our own so we can't assume they see exactly how or what we do. For the longest time people believed they couldn't see red, and used red lights to light their enclosures at night- that's bad for them. Please do not light your snake like a rotisserie chicken, they can see it. Red light can be detrimental to reptiles because it can make it difficult for them to perceive depth, which can lead to mental distress. Red light bulbs can mess with your pet's ability to tell if it is day or night, since a light is always on, and that can cause stress and health and long term sight issues too.

But back to your original question, yes, snakes have difficulty seeing when they are in blue. Many will stay buried and hidden, not even eating until they've completely shed. That is the norm, and if a snake wants to be left alone, they should be. Sakura will hide most of the time, but I'll sometimes see the tip of her nose near a burrow hole, and I'll dangle something tasty in front of it and she'll eat it- but I won't dig her up if she's having alone time. Scoria will hide unless I'm around- they both know my voice and scent, and Scoria has complete trust in me so much that even when blind she knows I'll keep her safe.

She allowed me to take her out and feed her today, and then asked for pets. This behavior is unique to her, and if she were not specifically asking to be pet I would not do it after feeding (any other snake might throw up). I'd stop petting her and she'd ask again and again like, "Nope! Need more, come back and pet me." I really don't mind, she's found a way to tell me she enjoys being pet, and that's amazing- and also makes me happy. After many many pets (I guess we had a few days to make up for, I've been leaving her alone for the most part, only saw she was in blue, and then it was food day and saw her looking at me from her mossy hide) she buried herself underground in her bioactive area.

Perhaps some day Sakura will trust me to touch her while she's in blue too- but if not that's just fine. Sometimes we all need a few days to ourselves.

Oh, and don't feel bad asking snake blogs questions. It makes us happy when we get nonbot or spam asks! I imagine most of us love sharing about our snakes! And if sharing what I've learned helps lead a snake and their caretaker to a better life or bond then they would have had before, that's such a win for everyone!

#Snakes #shedding #in blue #hognoses #reptiles #Scoria is the most loving trusting baby #She rarely hisses and usually does it to say no #The other day I wasn't sure if she was thirsty and while holding her lowered my hand into her pool so she had an opportunity to drink #She gave a little hiss “no!”#So I took her out. Communication successful. We cuddled a bit before she asked to go back in her enclosure #Sakura wants very much to be social #she is overcoming crippling fear of people #And my goodness she has been so good and so brave #She learns by watching her sister #She saw me hold my hand protectively over Scoria (like a cave) and Scoria nuzzle it #Scoria will often curl into a cinnamon roll under my hand and nuzzle me while we both relax together #our happiest moments are with each other #Sakura saw this and tried to understand #So she asked to come out and actually went into my hand (usually she likes the door open so she can dangle and look around)#And then she went under my hand for about five seconds to try to see what we were doing #She is so shy and skittish so I'm proud she found the bravery to do it at all #She immediately got scared and asked to go back to her enclosure #I did it immediately as knowing they can go back any time helps them feel safer and will want to come out more #Rather than have a scary memory of being trapped and unable to get back home #She asked to come out later and I had her out about five minutes and when I TRIED to put her back she wrapped around my hand!#She wanted to spend more time with me!!!!#She WANTED more time with me #As someone who has been struggling to reach this frightened shy girl #There are no words for what I felt in that moment #I must never break her trust she's worked so hard to get

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