#i have so many ideas but need inspiration!!

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declarations — kaiju no. 8, hoshina soshiro x reader, use of foods as nicknames, childhood best friends dynamic, reader wears a dress and heels, 2.6k words

here's part one and part two though this piece was inspired by this

"Why do I need to wear a dress?"

Hoshina Soshiro glances up from where he's lounging on your bed. You've already pulled on the dress, of course, and he watches with probably way too much interest as you tug and adjust the way it drapes along your body. It's pretty. It fits perfectly, though you have no idea when Soshiro learned your measurements enough to show up at your door with such a gorgeous dress hanging from his fingers. Maybe he got them from Okonogi-chan?

"You'll be walking 'round with me and the Captain, egg tart, so you've gotta look the part," he says idly, though you can feel the burn of his stare along the newly exposed skin of your back. "And don't forget the heels!"

You glance at the cute, strappy heels he left by your mirror and frown. "If I wear those, I'll be taller than you, Soshiro-kun."

"Aw, that doesn't matter," Soshiro says. He sits up and you look away from the flex of his incredibly defined abdominal muscles beneath his compression shirt, which he apparently wears all the time, even under his formal dress uniform with all its tassels and buttons.

God. Embarrassing. You really need to get your staring issue under control.

"I can fight whoever looks at ya."

"Wha— ?" Heat sears across your face as you splutter and spin around to face him. The skirt of your dress twirls with the movement and you catch his gaze snapping down to your thighs. "Why would you need to fight anyone?"

"Hm?" You take a step back as he gets up and stalks over to you, holding your breath subconsciously as he kneels at your feet and takes one of the heels in hand. Your room suddenly feels warmer, the air hushed, as if the two of you are the only ones who exist in the entire universe. Soshiro chuckles quietly and shoots you a grin that makes your knees feel wobbly.

"Soshiro-kun?"

"Well, 'course I'm gonna fight for ya, apricot," Soshiro says. You flinch as he reaches out to grip your calf, the rough callouses on his fingers scraping lightly as he lifts your leg and slides your foot into the shoe. "You're my best friend, yeah?"

And I'm just a simple man in love goes unspoken as he carefully ties the silk around your ankle to keep the shoe in place. You wobble a bit at the balance and he glances up from beneath his violet bangs. "Hold onto my shoulders," he says quietly, reaching for your other leg. "Don't worry, I've got you."

"S-Soshiro-kun, I can put these on myself," you mumble, heat flaring up your spine at the careful pressure of his fingers on your ankle. He lifts your leg and you grab abruptly at his shoulders, fingers digging into the thick muscle there as you regain your footing with his support.

Soshiro lets out a breath. "I know," he says simply. "But I wanna do it."

Is this what men do when they're in love? You wouldn't know — the only man in your life you've ever cared about is right in front of you, and he's refused to elaborate on his strange statement no matter how many times you've asked. You have a feeling he means it, though.

Like, really means it. You love Soshiro — of course you do. You've always loved him. But lately it's felt… different.

Still comfortable. He's still your biggest supporter and vice versa, and he still knows exactly how to cheer you up and make you laugh. You know all his ticks and tells, and you take great pride in taking care of him while he's looking out for everyone else.

But at the same time… it's uncomfortable.

These little touches — they're new. The way his gaze lingers on your body is also new. Or… maybe you've just never noticed before. It's not a bad thing. But it makes you feel strange and fluttery inside and you catch yourself daydreaming about what it'd be like to actually get a hickey from Soshiro. Your best friend.

You stare down at the top of his head and try to repress a shiver as he skims up your legs to where your skirt rests against your thighs. His touch leaves behind a trail of warmth that burrows deep. "Um— ?"

"Ya look real pretty like this," he says. You're still holding onto his shoulders as he rises from his crouch, your entire body hot and hyperaware of how close he's standing once he straightens. "I could really just eat ya up." The smirk on his face makes your heart thump painfully in your chest, but he doesn't give you a chance to question it before he's grabbing your hands and spinning you around in a little twirl.

"S-Soshiro!"

Your best friend laughs as you wobble precariously before regaining your balance, your hands gripping his in a vice as you stumble to a stop. The familiar sound makes everything feel lighter, the heat simmering into something loose and… painful. Your chest aches. "Whoa, lollipop, watch your step!"

"You did that on purpose," you accuse, but you giggle anyway at his lopsided grin. It's bright and undeniably fond, a smile that features in all of your memories together. "You still haven't explained why you'd need to fight people, y'know."

"Let's just say I've got my work cut out for me with such a gorgeous partner," Soshiro says, looping your arm through his and angling for the door. Is he… trying to sweet talk you? Does he think that'll make you forget about his intention to brawl during the meal? "Ya ready for dinner, beansprout?"

"Hold on, don't forget your jacket," you say. He lets you step away to snatch up his formal dress jacket, though his hand hovers, stretching out towards you as you turn back to help him into it. You slip his buttons into place carefully, smoothing out the dense fabric and ignoring your warm face as he rests his hands on your hips to keep you steady. "There! Now we can go to dinner, Vice Captain, sir."

Soshiro's hands tighten at your waist. "Whoa, peanut, we ain't in public, yet."

You roll your eyes. He's been oddly insistent lately about when you use his rightful title. "C'mon, Soshiro-kun, before they start and we miss all the food!"

Your best friend loops your arm through his again and leads you out into the hallway, laughing when you try to pull your arm free only to fail as he tugs you more securely towards him. "Hey now, sugar cube, no runnin' away. We've gotta show up together or else people'll think they've got a chance."

You wrinkle your nose. "A chance at what?"

"They're already lucky bein' able to see you all dressed up," Soshiro continues as if he didn't hear you. "Maybe we should ditch the party."

"You're literally the Vice Captain of this base," you point out. "I think your absence would be noticed."

"What if we sneak out after dessert?"

"Why would we sneak out?"

Soshiro glances at you and pauses in front of the door leading into the ballroom. "Just 'cause I'm Vice Captain doesn't mean I'll forget to rescue you from all the socializin'."

"My hero," you joke, but several hours later finds you scanning the crowd uneasily for a head of violet hair.

The party is full of officers (easily distinguishable in their dress uniforms) and esteemed guests from various kaiju tech companies eager to promote their new products. You stuck to Soshiro's side for the most part, his hand firm and bracing at your lower back, but duty called and you ended up in a conversation with a tech mogul's son while Soshiro attended to his captain.

"Sorry, I know I'm not as good looking as the Vice Captain, but am I really boring you that badly?" the tech mogul — Takashi? Tadashi? — asks. You blink in surprise and return your attention to him, shifting on your heels.

"I apologize," you say, "it's just been a while…"

"It's been ten minutes," Takashi/Tadashi snorts. "If you don't mind me asking, how long have the two of you been together?"

Again? Why does everyone ask that? "We've known each other since childhood," you say. The man raises an eyebrow.

"Are you not… together, then?"

Something about his tone makes you bristle. "We've always been together," you say. You feel Soshiro before you see him, his hand resting warm on your lower back, just at the dip of your spine where it curves at your butt. This is a new spot for him to touch, a little lower than usual, but you lean into him anyway, seeking the comfort of your best friend. "Right, Vice Captain?"

"Who's askin'?" You startle a little at the subtle chill in his tone. Soshiro tucks you against his side with a hum as Tadashi introduces himself. "Nice to meet you, too," Soshiro grins. "Thanks for keepin' my cinnamon roll company."

Maybe it's your imagination, but did you hear a slight emphasis on "my"? And what's with dropping a nickname in public? Usually he's careful about referring to you by your surname when around strangers. The Third Division knows the two of you are close, but the ballroom is packed with people who have no idea about your relationship with the Vice Captain.

Tadashi doesn't seem concerned, but he does take a small step back. "Why of course, Vice Captain Hoshina," he says, "It was my privilege to be in the presence of such beauty."

You can feel Soshiro's arm tense as he slides it around your waist, but his tone is light. "Whoops, sorry, Takashi-san, duty calls. We'll be taking our leave now."

The crowd of pleasantly chattering officers and bigwigs parts easily as Soshiro guides you through towards the large banquet table full of small bites and snacks. You raise an eyebrow. "Wasn't his name Tadashi?"

"My bad," Soshiro says. You narrow your eyes at him and he laughs. "It's fine, my lil' blueberry. His father's the one in charge of their company and Captain Ashiro already made a good impression on him."

It doesn't surprise you that he already knows all of this — for all his joking, Soshiro's always been good at his job. What is surprising is that he was a little mean to the guy for no reason.

"Well, thanks for rescuing me," you say. "I was trying really hard not to yawn in his face."

Soshiro laughs and flicks your forehead fondly. "You ready to sneak outta this party, cupcake?"

"You won't get in trouble?" you ask, looking around doubtfully at the crowd. A few officers meet your eye and turn away quickly, which is weird. You reach up to rub at your forehead. "What about Captain Ashiro?"

"If we stay any longer, I'm gonna end up fightin' those guys from the Second Division," Soshiro says lightly, tilting his head towards the officers who just turned away from you. "They've been starin' at ya all night."

"No fighting," you say immediately. Soshiro snorts and crosses his arms over his chest. Your eyes skip over the way his shoulders bunch at the movement and you meet the eye of a female officer standing at the other end of the banquet table. Her face lights up and she moves towards the two of you, snagging two flutes of champagne along the way.

"Vice Captain Hoshina!" she says brightly, offering him the delicate glass. "I've been looking for you all night! It's been a while, hasn't it?"

You shift away, feeling suddenly like you're intruding on something private. Thankfully, the banquet table is a good distraction, and you move closer to it, wondering if you can find the dessert section while Soshiro catches up with this lady who's apparently an old friend. She must be from the Second Division. Maybe Soshiro met her when he visited their base to demonstrate and instruct on sword techniques?

You glance at her again. She's pretty, wearing the formal dress uniform of a female officer, though it looks like her long stockings aren't quite long enough, because the visible skin between her stockings and the bottom of her skirt is definitely against uniform regulations. She looks comfortable standing next to Soshiro, though, and the sight makes your insides twist strangely.

He's never mentioned her to you before. You remember greeting him after his visit to their base, accepting the snacks he brought back and tossing him your finished book filled with scribbled notes so he could take his turn reading it. Is he close with her? He must be, for her to look for him all night… right? It's not like you expect to know everything about Soshiro — of course he has his secrets and his own life.

And what if… what if he… and she… what if they were… together? You've never broached the topic of your love lives with each other, though it's never seemed to matter. You had your fair share of meaningless crushes during your time as an officer, but it was hard to care about pursuing anything romantic when you always had Soshiro.

Oh. Oh.

You are… an idiot. You feel so, so stupid. But Soshiro said he's a simple man in love — with you.

You're staring blindly at a platter of tiny cheesecakes when you feel someone approach, interrupting your train of thought. You glance up with a polite smile as one of the officers from the Second Division steps closer. "Those look delicious, don't they?"

"They do," you say. The officer looks nice enough — boyishly charming, in a way — but you find yourself glancing past him to scan the crowd for a head of violet hair.

Are you in love with Soshiro? Yes — of course you are — and maybe the semantics and nitty gritty details don't actually matter when you just feel right with him.

"Heya, pudding cup." Soshiro's touch burns along your lower back. "Time to head out?"

You twist towards him with a smile that makes his eyes widen. "I missed you."

Pink creeps up his neck as he grins back at you. "Yeah? Excuse me, officer, but I'll be takin' it from here."

The Second Division officer nods and mumbles some formalities as you leave with Soshiro, who doesn't take his hand off your back. The steady pressure of his fingers makes something curl in your gut. "What about the other Second Division officer? The one who brought you champagne?"

"Hm? Who?"

"Soshiro-kun…"

"She's just a friend," Soshiro says, snickering when you scrunch your nose at him. "Don't worry, bonbon, I've only got eyes for you."

The chatter and shuffling of the crowd fades as the two of you exit the ballroom and slip down a side hallway in the direction of your rooms. Soshiro drops his hand from your back, but you grab it before he can get too far, lacing your fingers together and peeking at the redness of his ears with a small smile. You turn together down another hallway, this one illuminated by squares of moonlight that do nothing to hide the clench of his jaw as he glances at you and squeezes your hand.

"Aren'tcha proud of me? No fighting."

You snort. "Thanks for not starting a brawl during a Defense Force party," you tease. "You're the best Vice Captain we could ever ask for."

"I'm not messin' around," he says. "I can't help it if I just wanna keep ya to myself."

"You don't have to worry about that," you say. You wonder if he can feel your pulse pounding in your wrist. "I'm all yours."

[sanzy4]

HERES A GWYN WEEK 2024 COMMISSION BY ME!!

(I’m a teeny bit lateeee I’m sorryyyy but it’s worth it trust me)

ART DONE BY @adduani (she’s a rlly talented artist you all need to check her work out!!!)

Here’s a conversation between present day Gwyn and Gwyn from 3 years ago right around the events of Sangravah. This was inspired by the bus stop scene between Barbie and the old lady at the bus stop in the Barbi live action!

Gwyn has always been a very important and meaningful character for me. She represents me almost perfectly and during rough time she rlly gave me the motivation to stand up to my own fears. Just like that she has been an inspiration to so many women in this book community. Just like that, I also believe you yourself should be your biggest motivation. What I loved while I was thinking of this concept was that younger Gwyn is not just looking at her older self to find hope and motivation, but older Gwyn is also being able to look back at how far she’s come. And that no matter what, she will always be enough. I also wanted Gwyn to have short hair cuz I loved how the idea of cutting hair represents growth and liberation in many cultures and works of fiction.

Hope you enjoy!!!

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✨ The Planets and the Fates (and All the Stars) Aligned ✨

WC: 4264 | Rating: T | Tags: Platonic Stobin, Famous!Eddie Munson/Guidance Counselor!Steve Harrington, Meet-Cute, Platonic HellCheer, Buckingham Mentioned | AO3 Link

Happiest of birthdays to the one and only @hairstevington !! You are such an inspiration and I'm truly honored to call you a friend. I hope that today is all you want it to be and more. Getting to know you through STWG has been one of the highlights of my year, and I will always have Sharkboy and Lavagirl to thank for that. <3 Taylor Lautner and his impact are frankly unmatched. 

Without further ado, I hope you enjoy this very silly little platonic Stobin adventure, featuring Steddie and Buckingham Meet-Cutes

“Robin, do you seriously think that it’s a good idea to empty out our savings accounts so that we can fly across the country for a film screening?” Steve took a bite of his cereal and raised his eyebrows at her. They were seated on opposite sides of their thrifted dining room table, Steve eating cereal as a late-night dinner while Robin sat with him, splitting her time between scrolling TikTok on her phone and teaching herself how to cross stitch. It was her latest hyperfixation craft, and based on how long her craft kicks usually lasted, she’d be retiring this one in a week or so. 

Well, it was nice while it lasted. 

“I just got an advertisement for the Seattle International Film Festival, and the ad specifically showed me a clip of our movie, Steve!”

Steve hummed, taking another bite of his cereal. “Don’t you think it’s a little strange to call it ‘our movie’? We were extras, Rob, we were in it for a few seconds, if that.” 

Robin let out a huff of annoyance, then turned her phone to face Steve. It was playing the TikTok she had described on loop, depicting a few split-second scenes from the various movies that would be shown at the festival. The scene that had been chosen from ‘their’ movie, Please Turn the Lights Off, was the ‘hotel lobby’ scene. Steve and Robin had portrayed rabid fans alongside a hundred other extras in that scene, screaming about the arrival of up-and-coming rockstar Robert “Bobby” Star to the hotel. They were, however, not visible in the split-second clip that Robin was now shoving in his face.

Apparently, Please Turn the Lights Off was a movie about overconsumption and parasocial relationships. Robin had found out as much a few months ago when the trailer dropped, and she’d gushed about how absolutely outstanding it looked. Steve wanted to see the movie, yeah, but he wasn’t exactly sold on the idea of dropping two paychecks to fly across the country to do that. 

“It’ll be fun, Steve! It can be an adventure. How many other times are we going to get the opportunity to say that we attended a movie premiere for a film that we were in?” Robin pleaded with him, her eyes going wide and her lips forming a pout. 

Steve huffed out a soft laugh, shaking his head. “Look, Birdie, I love you, you know that- but no matter what you say, you’re not convincing me.” 

“Steve, do you have the hotel information? I have to call the Uber, and for some reason I can’t find the details on my phone.” Robin grumbled out her question as she scrolled through her emails, oblivious to Steve’s struggling with their bags at baggage claim. 

Why had he agreed to do this again? 

“I forwarded you the email two weeks ago, Robs. We’re booked at the DoubleTree- the one here next to the airport, not the one downtown.” 

Robin hummed, then let out a soft, “Aha!” when she found the booking. “Thanks, Stevie.”

Steve gave a half-hearted “You’re welcome” in response, dragging Robin’s luggage over to where she was standing. 

“Okay, I booked the Uber, I think we need to go… upstairs? No, downstairs. Yeah, we need to go downstairs and across the street in the next two minutes.” Robin shot Steve a blinding smile, then began to walk in the direction of the rideshare pickup, leaving Steve to handle the bags. 

The things he did for Robin Buckley.

Finding the Uber wasn’t too difficult when all was said and done. Thankfully, the driver had been willing to wait for an extra few minutes while Steve and Robin navigated the twists and turns of Seattle-Tacoma International Airport. The drive to their hotel ended up being pretty short, too. 

Once they got checked in, dragged the luggage upstairs, and arrived at their room, Steve was ready to fall over. Robin, however, seemed like she was ready to do the exact opposite.

“We should go downtown! Grab some drinks, explore the city- I heard that you can actually go up in the space needle. Isn’t that, like crazy? Oh, and it rotates!”

Steve dropped their bags by the bed, let out an exhausted groan, then fell onto the bed face-first. His response to Robin was muffled by the pillow he had fallen onto. “I am not going anywhere until it’s time for us to leave for the screening event tomorrow. I’m so tired.” 

Robin huffed and flopped onto the mattress next to him, poking his arm. “Come on. It wasn’t that bad! We just had to leave our apartment at, like, 4:30am? That’s only two hours earlier than you usually wake up, I don’t know why you’re being such a baby about it.” 

Steve sighed, rolling over onto his back. He gave Robin an unimpressed look. “If you’re still awake in an hour, even after I’ve turned off all the lights and put on Lo-fi, we can explore downtown.” 

Robin grinned. “Deal.” 

Low and behold, she fell asleep before Steve did. 

Yeah, he kinda knew that would happen. 

“I should have gone with the other outfit, right? This top doesn’t go with the pants. Do you think the top goes with the pants? Steve, I can’t go to our cinematic debut in an outfit that clashes.” Robin groaned, tugging at the sleeve of her button-up shirt as they walked into the venue. 

Steve wrapped an arm around her shoulders and shot Robin a reassuring smile. “You look great, Robs. You’re overthinking it because you’re nervous, the outfit doesn’t clash at all.”

“Are you sure? You’re not just saying that?” Robin frowned down at her clothes- a green button up shirt tucked into black slacks with a gray suit vest over top of it. “It’s not, like… too dull?” 

“Nah, it’s nice! You look great. It’s a good shade of green, it really compliments your eyes.” Steve pulled his phone out of his pocket as he spoke. They were approaching the ticket reader, and he wanted to have it ready for the scanner. 

Robin brushed her hands down her shirt to try and flatten out a few wrinkles, then let out a resigned sigh. “Alright. Thanks, dingus. For what it’s worth, your outfit is perfect.” 

The person staffing the ticket counter scanned the two digital tickets on Steve’s phone, then waved them through. Steve kept his phone out as he navigated to their seats in the theater. “Really? I sorta felt like the pink shirt was a bold choice, but I had to pay homage to the pink streak in my hair from when we were filming this. Plus, y’know, pink and black- classic color combo.”

“May the pink streak of hair and the bet that she represents always live on in infamy.” Robin replied, dramatically lamenting the loss of the pink and the return of his natural hair color.

“I’m still in shock that somehow you knew Tommy Hagan had a crush on me in highschool before I did.” Steve pocketed his phone as they reached their seats, ushering Robin into the already almost-full row they had arrived at. He took the seat on the aisle and glanced around the theater for a moment, eyes widening when he realized how many people were present. 

“Yeah, well, I’m still shocked that you never realized how many people were head over heels for you back then. Still, I’m glad it only took three shots for Tommy to make a move, I did not want to see Tommy Hagan more drunk than that, and I really didn’t want to take over laundry duty for a month. Laundry duty sucks.”

Steve gave a distracted hum. “I find it calming.”

“I don’t know how. First you have to sort dirty clothes, which, like, ew. Then you have to use different soaps, and god forbid you mess up the point at which you put the soap in, then you have to wait around…” Steve allowed Robin’s rambling to serve as background noise as he continued to look around the room. Did all of these people work on the film? A few people in the back of the theater looked really excited, which was sort of weird. It’s not like anyone important would be showing up to this thing, right? 

The lights in the theater dimmed, and Robin quieted next to him, then slapped a hand against his arm. “Steve! Oh my god, it’s starting!” She hissed out her excitement in a whisper, and Steve couldn’t help but smile at her enthusiasm. 

His expression turned into an open-mouthed gape when the director walked onto the stage in front of the movie screen, joined by the leads in the movie- Eddie Munson and Tammy Thompson. 

“What the fuck?”

“What? Oh, yeah, I’m really surprised that Tammy Thompson’s manager put her in all Gucci for this event, it’s not really her style. Still, you have to admit, it’s a look.” Robin muttered next to him. Steve honestly had no clue what she was even talking about. 

Instead, his eyes were glued on Eddie Munson. “You didn’t tell me that the people were gonna be here.” Steve whispered absently, his eyes raking over Eddie’s outfit. Whoever his manager was knew how to style him, that’s for sure. His hair was all curls, styled perfectly to frame his face, and he was dressed in a floral-print black suit. He was wearing a maroon button-up underneath all the black, and the whole look made Steve… well, it made him feel some things. 

“People? What people? Oh, shit, do you mean the actors? Steve, Stevie, light of my life, that is common sense, I fear. It’s a movie premiere, the cast is gonna show up. Didn’t you see all the goth-y teens waiting outside? They’re all here to meet Eddie at the meet and greet after.” Robin put her hand on Steve’s knee as she spoke, and Steve swallowed down the sudden bout of anxiety churning in his stomach. 

The cast was here. Eddie fucking Munson was here. There was a meet and greet that was going to be happening. This whole movie premiere thing was actually a big deal, and the movie was starting, and Steve was about to see how much he actually made it into said movie. He was about to see his name on the credits at the end of the film and- holy shit, wow. Okay, he could see why Robin actually wanted to attend this thing now. 

“..and, well, that’s why I felt motivated to make this movie. Eddie, Tammy, and the rest of the cast and crew really brought life to this story. I hope that you enjoy watching it as much as we enjoyed creating it! Without further ado, here is Please Turn the Lights Off.” The Director finished his welcome then stepped off the stage with Eddie and Tammy, and Steve’s attention shifted from Eddie Munson to the screen that flickered to life. 

The movie was good. 

Like, really good. 

Like, made-Steve-cry-at-the-end, good. That’s a hard thing to accomplish. He didn’t even cry when he watched Coco. It was a close thing, yeah, but still, his point stands. He’s not quick to get emotional at movies. 

“Wow. That was wild, that scene at the end with Bobby and his manager really killed me.” Robin began speaking the second the lights came up, loud enough that Steve could still hear her over the thundering applause from the rest of the audience. “I think I spotted us in three different scenes, Steve! How cool is that? They even got our faces at one point, isn’t that awesome?”

“Yeah, that’s- that’s really cool, Robs.” In truth, Steve had mostly forgotten to look for himself in the scenes with extras as he watched the movie. He did spot his face in the one instance where it had been shown, but the other two scenes that he and Robin apparently made it into, the two that she just mentioned? Steve had no idea what she was talking about. 

The director got back on stage to say a few words, then encouraged people to line up near the stage if they wanted to do a meet and greet with the cast members. Fans crowded to the front of the room in seconds, while others slowly made their way out of the theater. Steve and Robin stayed in their seats. 

“We should line up to do the meet and greet, yeah?” Robin nudged Steve’s arm, a teasing smile on her face. “I can meet Tammy, you can meet Eddie.” Her smile grew wider, and Steve groaned. 

“Robin, he’s nice to look at, yeah, but he’s also one of the biggest up-and-coming stars in Hollywood right now. I’ll feel like… I don’t know, like a lovesick fangirl going up to him and saying hi.” 

Robin shrugged at that, standing and pulling Steve up with her. “I mean, yeah, but that’s not really a bad thing, y’know? That’s why they’re here, they’re expecting that. Just, I don’t know, tell him that the scene of him having a breakdown in the bathroom made you cry, I’m sure he’ll be honored.” 

Steve allowed Robin to pull him along, but gave her a deadpan, “I’m not telling him that,” followed by a glare when she glanced back at him. 

“Well, you should tell him something. Looks like we’ll have a lot of time to figure out what that something is, seeing as we’re last in the line of at least a hundred people right now.” 

Steve grimaced at the length of the meet and greet line. It was long, yeah, and it looked like it ended with them, seeing as the theater was otherwise empty aside from those already in line ahead of them, hoping to meet the stars of the movie. 

It took almost an hour to finally reach the cast. They were lined up along the side of the stage, and each took a few seconds to sign a poster of the film that was included in the price of the ticket while chatting with the fans. Eddie was at the end of the line, next to Tammy. 

Given that Steve and Robin were the final audience members in the line, the cast began to disperse as soon as they were done signing their posters and chatting with them. By the time they reached Eddie and Tammy, the rest of the cast had left in the theater, and the theater employees had started to clean up the venue for the next showing that evening. 

Robin went straight to Tammy and immediately started gushing about her outfit. Tammy signed the poster and met Robin’s excitement with a pasted-on smile. Steve grimaced at Tammy’s rather obvious insincerity and made his way to Eddie, handing over the poster with silent anxiety. 

“Hey!” Eddie greeted him with a smile and looked down to sign the poster, then did a double take, eyes going wide when he saw Steve’s face. “Wait- do I know you?” 

“What?” Steve squeaked, eyes going wide. He shoved his hands in his pockets. “No! I mean, not really? I mean, probably not, I just- uh. I was in the movie, for, like, a second. I was an extra. You could see my face in the crowd in the scene where you were playing the outdoor show, and I guess I was in other scenes too, but… uh, I don’t know which ones. I got kind of distracted and forgot to look for myself in the movie.”

“Huh.” Eddie squinted at Steve for a moment, then his eyes lit up in recognition. “Oh yeah! You’re pink hair dude!” 

Steve couldn’t help the way his mouth dropped open in shock. “You remember that?”

“Yeah man, of course. You’ve got a hard face to forget.” Eddie winked, and Steve felt his cheeks flush. 

“Oh, uh- thanks? I guess?”

“What happened to the pink streak, anyway?” Eddie frowned as he looked at Steve’s hair, presumably searching for the now-absent color. 

“My friend Robin and I made a bet, and she had me get it after I lost. I had to dye it back to brown because I started a new job and-” Steve glanced Robin’s way, and was surprised to see her chatting with someone who was decidedly not Tammy. No, now she was talking to a blonde woman in stilettos and a power suit, who seemed charmed by Robin’s rambling. 

“-uh, and, anyways, sorry. I didn’t mean to, like, talk your ear off or anything-” Steve was suddenly very aware that Eddie was the only cast member left in the theater, and that he was probably only here because Steve wouldn’t stop talking. 

“No need to apologize! I’m having a good time chatting with you- trust me, I wouldn’t stick around if I wasn’t.” Eddie smirked. “So, you had to dye it back for work? What do you do?” 

Steve’s anxiety calmed at Eddie’s reassurance, and was practically gone by the time Eddie was asking about his job. “Oh, I’m a guidance counselor at a middle school back in New York. It’s really rewarding to get to help so many kids. Middle school is a tough time, y’know? I just like getting to be there for them, being an adult that they can talk to about all the complicated stuff in their lives.” 

Eddie’s eyes grew wide. “New York? You’re from New York? Did you fly all the way out here for this?” 

“Uh, yeah? It was my friend Robin’s idea. She’s over there.” Steve pointed to where Robin was standing with the mystery blonde woman, and Eddie’s lips quirked into a knowing smile. 

“Huh. Looks like your friend found my friend. That’s my manager, Chris.” Eddie chuckled under his breath. “Knowing her, they’ll probably be talking for a while- which is great, because that means we can chat a little longer. So, let me get this straight. You flew all the way across the country for a movie screening, for a film that you were an extra in, just… for what? The heck of it?” 

Steve crossed his arms, growing a bit defensive at Eddie’s tone. “Yeah? I mean, Robin and I, we pick up odd jobs. She’s an art teacher at my school and we really don’t have much to do during the summer months. She’s the one who got us the extra gig when the movie was filming last summer. About a month ago she saw the advertisement for this and was like, ‘when else are we going to get to a movie premiere for a movie we were in’, and I was pretty against it, but eventually she pushed me into it and- look, I know it’s stupid, but-” 

“I don’t think it’s stupid.” Eddie cut Steve off. “I think it’s really nice, actually. It’s cute.”

“Oh.” Steve swallowed down the rest of his words and tucked his hands into his pockets. 

“Yeah, like, I did something similar for the first movie I was in. I think I had… one line, maybe two? I got so excited that I took a road trip to see the premiere down in Austin. I slept in my van and showed up probably reeking of weed, but it was a special moment for me. Granted, I planned on getting into showbiz for most of my life. Even though that doesn’t exactly seem like that’s your end goal, something like this can still be pretty special.” 

Steve ducked his head to hide the blush that was slowly making its way up to the top of his ears. “Yeah, I suppose so.” 

Eddie nudged his elbow against Steve’s, then gave him a delighted smile when their eyes met. “So, New York? What area are you in?” 

“Hm? Oh, we’re in Albany, but given how much Robin loves traveling to the city, we should really just move out there.” Steve chuckled, shaking his head in amusement as he thought of the countless weekend trips to the city that they had taken.

“Ah, yeah- the city’s fun. I’ve got a place in Greenwich, actually. It’s not home, that’ll always be in Tennessee with my Uncle Wayne, but I’d say it’s the next closest thing.” He brought a hand up to his hair and began to fiddle nervously with one of the strands. “So, is it just you and Robin, then? No other roommates or, um… partners?” 

Steve shook his head, oblivious to the intent behind Eddie’s question. “Nope, just us! Robs and I moved out to New York a few years ago, and we’ve seen a few people here and there, but nothing permanent- and, honestly, nothing for a while. Robin would rather go to shows in the city than sit through awkward first dates back home, and I can’t exactly blame her, y’know? First dates suck.” Steve registered the words he said after he said them, and felt himself go red in embarrassment. He really needed to get over his whole ‘oversharing-when-nervous’ thing. 

Eddie smirked, amused, and opened his mouth to respond. Before he could, he was interrupted by Chrissy, who made her way over to them with Robin trailing behind her. “Hey guys, not to break this up, but Eds- we’ve really gotta get going. Your flight to LA leaves in two hours.” 

Eddie glanced at his watch, then gave Steve an apologetic look. “Shit, yeah, we really need to head out.” He looked down at the poster, still gripped in his other hand, and huffed out a laugh. “Damn, all that talking and I never signed this for you! Here, let me jussst-” Eddie manifested a sharpie from his pocket and scrawled his signature onto the glossy print. 

Eddie handed the poster back, his smirk having turned slightly nervous. Steve’s fingers brushed against Eddie’s when he took the poster back, and Steve bit his lip to hide the smitten smile that he knew was starting to creep onto his face. 

“I’ll, uh, catch you later.” Eddie muttered with a blush, then stepped away to join Chrissy, who led him toward the back entrance to the theater. 

Steve glanced down at the movie poster in his hand as Eddie and Chrissy walked away. His eyes grew wide when he saw what Eddie had scrawled there. 

Eddie Munson

Let’s meet up in NY, pretty boy. I’ll make sure the first date doesn’t suck ;)

315-555-2595 

Holy shit. 

Eddie Munson just gave Steve his personal cell phone number. 

Eddie Munson just called him pretty.

Eddie Munson just asked him on a date.

“Oh my god, Steve. Chrissy is, like, the best. She gave me her number! I’m sort of freaking out, I don’t know if I’ll ever meet anyone as beautiful as her ever again.” Robin sidled up next to him, her eyes still glued to the retreating celebrity and his manager. 

Steve rolled up the poster and tucked it under his arm for safekeeping. At the same time, he decided to let his shock over getting asked out by Eddie take a backseat. He could tell Robin later, and she could help him figure out what to do next. For now, he’d much rather hear about Robin’s interaction with Eddie’s manager. “Let’s go grab a bite, Robs. You can tell me all about Chris while we’re out.” 

Robin grinned and wrapped her arm around Steve’s waist. “Okay! Hey- do you still hate me for making you come all the way out here for the movie screening?” The question was clearly made in jest, and Steve couldn’t help the giggle that escaped him in response.

“Hate you? Nah, I don’t hate you. Maybe ‘despise’ is a better word choice?” 

“Steven Marie Harrington, take that back!”

“Loathe? Detest?”

“I’m never speaking to you again.” Robin could barely speak through her laughter as she pushed Steve away. 

“Nooo, whatever will I do?” Steve deadpanned his response, and earned himself another shove from Robin. 

Steve let out an exaggerated oomph, then wrapped his arm around her shoulders, letting his tone shift into something far more sincere. “Thanks for convincing me to come out here, Robs. It was worth the trip.” 

“Yeah? Good. I’m glad you feel that way.” They exited the front entrance of the theater and crossed the street. As far as Steve knew, they didn’t have a destination in mind, but he figured a restaurant would pop up sooner or later. “Anyways, since you’re so grateful, I fully expect to be the officiant at your wedding with Eddie.” 

Steve choked on the air he was breathing and doubled over with laughter, which sent Robin into a fit of giggles. She hadn’t even seen what Eddie wrote on his poster, but she always knew what was going on in his head, didn’t she? 

“As if, Robin. Even if, in some strange turn of events, I did for some reason marry Eddie Munson, you wouldn’t officiate. Knowing you, you’d be in tears the whole time, and I’d much rather you be my maid of honor in that case so you don’t have to try and talk through your crying. My mind is made, and no matter what you say, you’re not convincing me.” 

Three years later, Robin Buckley served as officiant of Steve and Eddie’s wedding- and yeah, she used a lot of tissues, but Steve couldn’t think of anyone better to perform the ceremony than his best friend, the person who helped him meet Eddie in the first place. 

Besides, as far as Steve was concerned, Robin Buckley would always get her way.

[sw4nduckling]

holy fuck my heart

i would just like to share with polination this absolute BOMB of an excerpt from this fic i'm reading HES DOWN BAD FOR HER PENMANSHIP GOD I WANT TO CRY

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“Are those my letters?” he asked smilingly.

Blue eyes met his a little shyly as she nodded. “I’m searching for a passage that I can’t stop thinking of.”

“I wasn’t aware that you kept them. Or that you brought them with us.” He took in the wide yellow ribbon that Penelope had tied the stack with, noticing the care she had taken to preserve his missives.

“I treasure them, for they are a part of our story.”

Colin reached for her hand and kissed it. Each sweet moment where she opened her heart to him felt like a precious gem that she was entrusting to his care. That they were shared at a cost, for her eyes still held a flash of worry when she confessed such things, made him all the more grateful.

He rummaged through his bag without a word, handing her a leather folio that she opened curiously. 

“You saved mine as well!” she cried.

“Of course, dear one. And now you have the complete set in your possession, although our story is far from finished.” He smiled at her affectionately, noticing her shoulders relax at having her sentiments mirrored by her husband.

“May I keep them for now? Our correspondence has inspired an idea, and it would be useful to have both perspectives.”

“What is it? A special edition of Whistledown?” he asked hesitantly. They still hadn’t approached the question of her column, and Colin wasn’t eager to. It filled him with discomfort to think of the risk involved and he still didn’t fully approve of her methods. Meddling in others’ lives could easily lead to unintended consequences.

“No, no. To be honest, I haven’t thought much of the column on our journey. There are too many other lovely things to consider.” She paused, worrying her lip. “I will, of course, respect your opinion on the matter, but I’ve been thinking of writing a romance. A story of friends who fall in love through a secret correspondence.” 

She looked at him hopefully, and Colin gestured her toward his lap, seeing that she needed reassurance of his approval. “It’s a delightful idea, Pen,” he said, squeezing her tightly. “And it’s inspired by our letters?”

Penelope hesitated, “Well, yes, although I understand that they weren’t love letters, Colin. But I believe I could make it an exciting tale, especially given the impropriety of an unmarried gentleman and lady writing and hiding their activities.” 

He leaned in to whisper in her ear. “So you never wrote to me with romance in your heart? What a pity, for my own would beat faster every time I saw my name written in your hand.”

[p1umeria]

ᥫ᭡ choso drabble ᥫ᭡

i love him and i am NOT ashamed.

notes - very hozier-esque love. heavy inspiration from "sunlight" by hozier (he's so meow love him) i honestly got no clue what this is, i donttt think there's any pronouns or gender mentioned !!

warnings - very clingy love, overbearing, a little dark at times, obsessive, not fit for everyone !! tad bit angsty

choso is not one that is acquainted with many ideas or concepts, but he is familiar with love. you show him love consistently, solidifying how he views it as a newfound abstraction.

if someone were to ask him what his perception of love was, he would answer with your name. simply put, you are the entire concept of love in his mind.

to him, you are the physical embodiment of love. the ways he shows it aren't... conventional, but he shows it in other ways.

"you are the sun." he repeats to you like a mantra almost every morning. "you, you illuminate my life. you glow."

he views you as a flower, delicate and beautiful but so easily withered. like you could flutter away from his grasp if he didn't hold on hard enough; not noticing your petals are wilting from his rough grasp.

you tell him you can't, you can't be loved like this. being someone's everything, their reason to live, the stitching under their skin — holding them together. it's all too much. and he isn't hiding it, ever. always, he is showing his all-consuming adoration for you.

he can't let go. he never will. his love is strong, powerful. it suffocates you. you can't find a way out, it would rip him apart.

he can't seem to find out what the problem is. you love him, do you not? so why do you not want him showing it? he questions and questions everything, ripping his own mind to bits and pieces with guilt and worry.

everything is gnawing at his mind, ripping him apart from inside and finding its way in. it's apparent in his mannerisms and words.

"you are my sun. you shine so brightly for the world to see, but i want your light for myself."

he can't bear to see you two drifting, he does everything in his power to just keep you two together. it's just... too much, for both of you.

you feel suffocated with his obsession for you, and that's too much. and it's too much that he can't hold you, and speak, and love you how he pleases. you both are restricted from living because of kamo choso and his heart.

the both of you have so much love for eachother, but he never learned how to process and categorize his emotions. it was impossible for him to discern what was genuine appreciation and pure, indiscriminate, love. both he felt for you, but he was unable to understand which was which.

you wanted to tell him that, to implant it into his mind that relationships should not be dependent, and that you should be your own person outside of me, but he didn't understand. or it could just be that he didn't WANT to understand.

"you're, you. you're killing me. i just want to love you. to hold you to kiss you. whatever. i want to show that i love you. i will learn for you, i'll listen. i-ll do anything you just can't leave me. i need you, and i need you to love me," he begs and whines, trying to prove his utmost devotion for you, "i can't live on without you. you taught me how to live and how to be alive. you can't just take that from me. i won't let you. please, my love, this can't be all we have for eachother. every single memory i make after you leave will be tainted with your image. no matter what, you will be forever engraved into my mind in a way i am unable to do anything about. you love me, right? yes, you love me. there's no way you don't..."

he was rambling, he wasn't making much sense at all to you. all of what you understood is that he loves you. undeniably, he loves you so much. but you can't love him in the way he loves you. there's no way you could.

"choso, you are my everything. my moon, my heart. everything. your love is beautiful, but it is unable to fit in my life. it has consumed everything i am. i am no longer me, but i am someone who is loved by you. i can not handle that. i love you, i really do. but we need a break. i need to breathe. please."

he was crushed. his mind wasn't clear at all. he needed to keep you, to have you whole for him. he wouldn't be able to feel you during your "break" and he couldn't have that. your presence is a drug to him, one he won't be able to leave behind.

[skyscrapergods]

i'm working on my own concept for my own mlp fanlore/au and i've been inspired by your take on alicorns to make my own more unique as well. my idea is centric around the concept that alicorns are ponies who acended into what's basically pony elves that get worshiped because of the mysterious way they ascended, but idk how to really make a religion set up that works cohesively with it. i am wondering if you possibly might have some tips and tricks for how to go about my alicorn religions.

The most important thing about religion is that it's made up. If it is based in observable fact, then it's not religion; it's just culture.

Paying taxes and bowing to the king is based on observable orders. Believing that the king has a divine right to be king, or that he has powers/blessings granted to him by birth/status is religion.

In skyscraper gods, things are different because believing something about a god actually has the power to make it true, or at least influence the god's form/powers in an abstract way. My gods are influenced/given power by belief and worship.

In the human world, you can believe whatever you want about any person or god, and that doesn't make it real. If there are gods about, they are unlikely to be controlled by human religion, and definitely aren't spawned by such (or we would have a lot more gods than we do)

In a normal world, religion is not based on observable fact, and it is designed and maintained by the people themselves.

So from my limited understanding of world religions, there are four "needs" that religion is designed to fill: Community, Ritual, Meaning, and Ethics.

I went off the deep end and wrote an essay about my philosophy. Whoops, hope you enjoy:

Community

Humans need community, and many religions involve gathering and doing activities together. This makes religion incredibly important to human social health, as we often fail to fill our need for community because we don't immediately die without it. Under capitalism especially, we are incentivized to ignore as many human needs as possible in order to be productive/survive. Religion makes itself more important than simple survival, and ensures we fill certain needs by promising metaphysical rewards.

Ritual

Ritual is also incredibly important to human health. We thrive when we have a consistent schedule to the day, month, season, and year. It helps us save our brain bandwidth if we already know what basic tasks will happen today. Instead of doing math to figure out optimum times to do so, we socialize, come of age, physically touch, meditate, sing, mourn, plant crops, travel, cook, keep records, hunt, celebrate, and more according to a calendar maintained by religion. These are all important aspects of life that we need to remember to fill, either by logic, community, or religion. Science even backs up the need for ritual, with brain pathways growing best in response to consistent habit-keeping. But brains aren't observable for most people, so we have culture and religion to keep time instead.

Meaning

Meaning is a tricky one. We ended up with brains big enough to wonder why we exist; a burden few animals share. Scientifically, we thrive in environments/jobs/roles where we feel that what we are doing has value. I look at every part of my life and see the value of being a person, observing and changing my environment. Many people on earth aren't sure that's enough, so they invent an unobservable force that assigns value to their lives and actions. Meaning is easiest to keep track of and believe if others share your definition. Culturally, you have a lot in common with your neighbors, you both probably work toward similar goals (housing, stability, connection with others, secular holidays) and are satisfied when those goals are met. Religiously, you have a lot in common with others in your religion (charity, proselytizing, meditation, celebration) and are satisfied when those goals are met. Religion also provides goals for your entire life and community which are helpfully defined for you, whereas you have to come up with that on your own outside of religion. Doing so can be frightening, frustrating, and difficult, so religion is very rewarding and calming.

Ethics

Lastly, there's Ethics. Not all religion deals with ethics, but many major earth faiths do. Humans desperately need to have a code of ethics to be healthy, and society works best when we all agree on some basics. That way when someone violates a law, you don't have to convince everyone around you that what they did was wrong; there's already a standing defined agreement. Ethics is about rewards as well as punishment. For example if you're the first one to read this whole thing I'll draw a pony for you just dm me. Community ethics are decided by those in power, and "those in power" can be: the people themselves via majority rule, chosen representatives, rich aristocracy, respected philosophers, religious appointees, kings and conquerors, holy mystics, sacred texts, etc etc.

Religion comes in with a code of ethics (written by the religiously powerful) and imposes it on its followers. This is useful and generally brings community harmony when they all agree on something. Religions based on ancient texts are tricky, because old, outdated ethics have to be reinterpreted to fit modern landscape. These interpretations split churches and create sub-religions, which mutate into cults, peter off into nothing, or go to war with each other. It's great fun. At the end of the day, having a group of people who agree on right and wrong within their community is the goal. We just got lost on the part that said everyone else in the world has to obey our ethics or else we're blowing up the planet.

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Aaaanyway, this was about.... my little pony?

Does Religion Affect Gods?

The first thing you must choose is how much the religion is based on fact, and how much is made up. In my world, there's a lot of things that are made up by ponies, that either become true or influence the god's form/powers in some way. Luna used to be silver, but now she is dark blue.

You can do that, or you can be normal about things. Typically, religion does not actually do anything. Gods are gods whether or not they have worshipers. People believe things that gods tell them, and they make up their own lore as well.

What about People? What about this and that and everything?

You need to decide if your alicorns are participants in the religion about them, or just subjects. Do all/some/any of them take their place as religious figures and command the masses? Do they speak ethics? Do they inform ponies of the powers they have? Do ponies make up abilities they think alicorns have? Do they like being worshiped, or is it more like stalking?

Some alicorns may embrace godhood, while others flee from it. The ones that get the most involved will have influence over how the other alicorns are treated.

Is there a standard to which alicorns must live, failing which they can't be "real" alicorns in society's eyes and are thus shunned/killed? Do the alicorns ever give an opinion that is taken way out of proportion and suddenly became a major religious movement? Are marshmallows illegal because one alicorn doesn't like them? Do ponies get prosecuted for stepping on "sacred" flowers which are just regular lilies? Is there taxes/tithing to alicorns? Are alicorns promoted to political office for nothing except their nature?

How do ponies construct their sermons/temples/practices to fulfill the four tenants of religion? Does alicorn worship provide them with Community, Meaning, Ritual, and Ethics?

Do alicorns actually earn any of this? Are they regular guys that just look special? Can they abuse their powers? Can ponies abuse others in their name? Do the alicorns speak to the masses or to religious leaders? Do they have any control over their legacy or is it out of their hooves? Are they in danger of their worshipers deciding they need to be freed from their mortal bodies? Do religious leaders go power crazy and use alicorns to further their agenda? Are their schisms and wars over beliefs? do the alicorns command their followers to fight each other? Do they fight with each other? Does each alicorn have a different following or are they all part of a shared pantheon? Do they respect each others' role within that or struggle for change?

And remember, what is true for one alicorn/church/sect/country may not be true for another. Variety is the key.

It's all About the Questions

The trick to worldbuilding is to ask a lot of questions. You can answer them as you go, having the answers lead to more questions, or you can ask a bunch at once and answer them all later.

Every decision you make has consequences. Big social movements affect the environment, the environment affects food supply, food supply affects social movements. Everything is connected, and religion makes those connections more magical, for better or for worse.

[nordickies]

What do you think of the Nordic's relationships with the other characters? Do they have friends outside of each other? Maybe enemies? Who do you ship them with?

Aaah, okay this is going to be messy, so embrace yourself. I have to speedrun my views this time, let's go

Sweden: The idea of Sweden and Ukraine getting along is oddly wholesome to me since they have likely known each other since childhood. And I like the idea of Greece being Sweden's first childhood crush due to the whole Eastern Viking Trade. To me, Estonia is Sweden's old-time friend and potential love interest in the past. Latvia is a runt of a litter Sweden tried to take under his wing at some point, though with varying success. Sweden and Poland have such drastic personalities, and I don't think they get along that well, which is especially funny considering they were technically married for a few years. Plus Poland has his reasons to dislike Sweden. Sweden and Spain's interactions in the canon are so cute; I like to think of them as friends. They may have had something extra going on during the 1960s/70s tourism boom, hehe. On the other hand, Sweden's and France's relationship is intriguing; it has fluctuated significantly in their lifetime. Either they're close allies, with France having massive influence over Sweden, or they despise each other, basically. But Sweden has relatively good relationship with England. I can't see Russia and Sweden getting along at all, sorry. While the Netherlands and Denmark have always been closer, I think Ned and Swe are old friends, too. They're just both lowkey about it. I think Prussia is a bit intimidated by Sweden for some reason; he can't think of ways to converse with him without making things awkward. However, Germany and Sweden get along well! Germany can always count on Sweden to be competent and trustworthy; he talks so little, which is appreciated. And I love the idea of Sweden having a "dad group chat" with e.g. Austria and Australia. They need that peer support at times. Norway: I like Ireland and Norway as potential love interests, but Scotland's romance with Norway intrigues me way more. There are centuries worth of alliances and cultural ties to draw inspiration from for those two. I could see them pining for each other for ages and going back and forth about it. However, I could see Norway getting close to Ireland and Southern Italy (plus the US) during the 18th century! I personally think Norway was one of the few nations that spent some time in the Americas. Obviously, Norway is a close friend of England's; one of the few, actually. They seem to get along, and imagining how much Norway's genuine friendship must mean to the Brit is rather cute. And yeah, I love the Magic trio; Romania and Bulgaria would also make lovely dates for Norway. I stand by the idea of Norway and Switzerland getting along and having a friendship based on their shared love for mountain sports. Liechtenstein and Austria can join in, too, why not? I don't think Norway would get along with France; they seem like such distinct personalities. And I don't believe Norway cares that much for Germany or Prussia; he doesn't seek to spend time with them like the rest of the Nordics. He probably finds them a bit annoying, in all honesty. Oddly enough, Lithuania seems like someone Norway would get along with, and maybe they find themselves hanging out surprisingly often. Norway is an explorer at heart, and he travels by himself a lot. I could see him making unlikely friends during these travels in, e.g., Asia and South America while getting lost on a jungle hike or something. New Zealand and Norway have surprisingly many things in common, so it's cute to imagine them being on friendly terms, as well

Denmark: In my opinion, Denmark would be closer to France than the rest of the Nordics. And Denmark is the cause of England's childhood traumas, hehe. Denmark is obviously close to the Benelux countries; he and the Netherlands are especially tight. Denmark and Estonia are childhood friends who have had their struggles, but they are close nowadays. Their friendship has a lot of potential for cute interactions. I love the idea of Denmark and ASEAN countries connecting through sports, and I could honestly see Denmark and South Korea getting along surprisingly well. Or Australia and Denmark due to their passion for swimming and watersports. I love the idea of Ireland and Denmark having some past romance and being connected due to their long cultural ties. But for some reason, their relationship never lasted to the modern day. In the past, Denmark and Russia had contact through mutual alliances, but they weren't exactly close friends; it's probably hard to break the ice with Russia, yknow. But Denmark probably tried. Austria, Thailand, and Portugal are Denmark's past allies, but they don't have that much going on between them to call each other close friends. Poland and Denmark are old allies, too. While Prussia and Denmark get along nowadays, they have held their grudges and had complicated relationship. I love the possibility of pesky drunk hookups between them; I get my enemies-turned-something drama from those two, tbh. Germany and Denmark are close too, but maybe Germany prefers Sweden's quieter and calmer character. Also, I kind of love the idea of Italy flirting with Denmark and him just playing into it, being a raunchy inside joke between them which keeps confusing unaware bystanders. Denmark and the US are longtime allies and thus on pleasant terms. Denmark is kind of like an older coworker, ready to cheekily mess with you whenever he gets the chance (in this case, targeting Canada specifically). Finland: Estonia and Finland are best friends, practically glued to each other, and Latvia is like the forgotten little brother in this dynamic. Hungary is like a long-lost cousin with whom Finland just immediately clicked. Russia and Finland have their own difficulties, it's complicated. And I don't think Finland would like England or France that much, either. They can be professional, but they're not exactly close friends. But Germany and Finland have always gotten along. I think it's a fun idea that their friendship began in the 19th century, both being lost in how this nationhood responsibility works, and their friendship developed from there. I love the idea of Monaco and Finland becoming friends over their love for motorsports - or Japan and Finland geeking over each other and having surprising cultural similarities. Czechia and Canada share their passion for ice hockey with Finland, so they probably spend time together due to their hobby. Poland and Finland would make great friends, too, even with their past difficulties. Poland and Italy being great friends and adopting Finland into their circle sometimes is a charming idea to me; they make a lovely trio.

Iceland: Well, Iceland is friends with practically everyone—except England. They need to have their petty rivalry because I think it's funny. I also think Iceland's and Turkey's unlikely friendship could be entertaining, but not in a romantic or "creepy" way like everyone tends to portray it. Turkey gives me Uncle vibes. He'd take the poor kid to eat proper food while visiting his place. I think the manga chapters with the ASEAN countries were so cute, proving once again that Iceland could make friends anywhere. I see Iceland being especially friendly with nations like Hong Kong, Seychelles, Liechtenstein, Belarus, Northern Ireland, and Luxembourg. I think he's also very close with the Baltic states! Especially Latvia, since they're so close in physical age compared to others. And the US just one day decided to adopt Iceland as his friend; I don't think they're that compatible personality-wise, and the US probably thinks of Iceland way more highly than Icey does of him. But Iceland just tags along with his louder friend nevertheless

Sadly, I can't go into detail with every single relationship out there. Just picked out the most relevant ones with a sentence or two! So there's a lot more going on and a lot more nuance to each relationship, you know. Feel free to ask for more specifics, I suppose

[archaiclumina]

Thank you and see you when we get back from Tural!

I wanted to take a moment to thank all the people who 1.) encourage my sleep deprived insanity and shitposting 2.) made this foray into the adventures of Shore Tones and Garlemald Cup possible and 3.) explain where the fuck Garlemald Cup came from. This is long so please look forward to it under the cut

(づ๑•ᴗ•๑)づ♡

What the fuck is Garlemald Cup, bestie???

Ok. Fair question. ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧ it's based on this meme about Russian tea.

I had already come up with the idea to make Shore Tones an extreme sports WoL for the countdown challenge in Seafloor. There were a few reasons for this, my OCs aren't really related to the MSQ. I've never really played a WoL like character and I tend to shitpost a lot on my first playthroughs but I thought it would be fun to participate anyway, and a cool way to showcase some of the amazing mods people have made over the last few years! I figured it would be fun seeing as we're going to have to be mod free for at least a little while! (Full disclosure, Shore Tones was already a meme joke about canon Roe names and sims horse RP spawned long, long ago between me and my beloved esoteric waif wife ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ @tacitruin ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖, so if anything, this project gave her more backstory c':)

However, I was having a lot of trouble coming up with something for "Early Access" and, one sleep deprived evening, I was discussing this with Angel and my Husband in game. Somehow, we got to the subject of the Golden Cup meme and Angel made a joke about Professor Widget and Sharlayan academia and that was that. The idea was in my brain and I had to make it a reality.

And, I really couldn't have done it without help, so a shoutout to some very important people, all of whom I love dearly!

٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡ Thank yous (♡ˊ͈ ꒳ ˋ͈)

First and foremost, a big thanks has to go to ✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡♡˚ @gatheredfates! ‪‪❤︎‬‪‪ for all their work in creating community initiatives and a space for XIV creatives to come together! Sea's decision to be the change she wants to see in our community is truly inspirational to me, and it's nice to find ways to be part of it and support those endeavors! I'm very grateful to have had the chance to meet so many awesome folks through the Seafloor community! Thank you for everything Sea, you're an absolute legend!!

Secondly, I really have to thank my husband, ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ @reconditerune ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆, who is not only amazingly supportive of my insane ideas, he helped me hugely by laying out the panels for the comic. He's also insanely patient when I spiral anxiously because things aren't working or mod is breaking or I am just hangry and need a sandwich because I've been wrestling with 39 cups for 2 hours. Some people would slap my bitch ass upside the head, but he doesn't, he makes me a sandwich c': Thank you so much babe for being such a wonderful human. I love you!!

Next I'd like to thank ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ @thefreelanceangel ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ who not only helped spawn and then encourage my stupid idea, she loaned me her character for this project! Chance is amazing and beautiful and deserves a better cameo than this one for sure, but I am forever grateful you let her in on these shenanigans! You're the best! I can't thank you enough for all the wonderful things you do to support the community too! (Like putting up a prize for this prompt challenge!!!)

Also, a massive thank you to ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ @ahollowgrave ⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡whose knowledge of mods was an indispensable source of assistance throughout this harebrained project! Thank you so much for finding me a cup full of bones! Of course Odette knows where to find one!! c':

(Pictured: Cup, full of bones)

You are a darling and am so grateful for you! (She's also responsible for helping find the Skis! Thank you a million times!!)

Another thank you and shoutout for mod help must go to the wonderful ✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡♡˚ @angelinecarax! ✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡♡˚ who blessed me with rollerblades! Thank you also for always cheering me on and for helping me with Glamourer shenanigans and thank you for just being the awesome bean you are!

Thank you as well to any of you who laughed at this stupidity, left me a kind tag on it!! (or on any of my original content over the last year and whatever it's been) it really means a lot to me!!

Mods used

Special shoutout and credit to the mod makers, here's the links to all the extreme sports mods!

Surfboard

Skis

Speedboat

Skateboard

Rollerblades

That's it from me here for a little bit! (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡ My queue is paused for now and I'll be taking a little break from tumblr for the early access period!

-`♡´- Thanks to those lovely folks who have sent me asks! -`♡´- I will be scheduling them when I start checking tumblr again — after I have smashed my way through DT at least once! Remember, if the queues get too much on NA, you can run with us on Sophia, Materia!

(づ ᴗ _ᴗ)づ♡Just look for Shore Tones and Carving Tide!

Happy dawntrailing! (✿◠‿◠)

❤︎ Elu

[laiahernandeeezzz]

hi could u maybe write something about Florence bringing Y/n to a family gathering for the first time. They've been together for half a year and y/n being nervous. But then she befriends Florence's family especially Raffie, her mom and grandma. I am craving cute family fluff. And also the family members each secretly telling Flo that she choose a good one ? Thank youuu

I'm sorry for taking quite long, but inspiration had flown away for a while... I hope you like this

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Paring: Florence Pugh x fem!reader

Words: 1.7K

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“I don’t think this was a good idea” 

Florence stopped sweeping to look at her girlfriend. Y/n was cleaning the breakfast’s plates, they just used to eat some delicious pancakes the actress made for the occasion. 

“My love, we’ve been together for months now, why would you say that?” The blonde girl approached her, hugging her from behind, while Y/n leaned her body back to rest against Florence’s front. “Because, what if they don’t like me? What if they think I’m not good enough for you?” 

“Well, then I’ll tell them to fuck off, because I’m the one who’s dating you” Finally a smile appeared on the taller girl’s face. She turned to face the actress, quickly pecking her lips. “Are you sure?”

“I love you so so much, worry head�� … “Now, let’s go!” Florence pulled away to go search for their bags, not forgetting to, slightly, hit her girlfriend’s butt, making her laugh. Both women got everything they needed and headed to the car, Billie, their dog also going with them. Oxford was their destination. 

******

Once they parked the car in front of Florence's childhood house, Florence made sure Y/n was ready. “Are you prepared, my darling?” Y/n nodded, releasing a shaken sigh. They headed to the door, and before knocking, the actress kissed her softly, holding her hand and leaving a kiss in her knuckles too.

As fast as they knocked, the door burst open, Billie running inside, and Y/n was pulled in a tight hug. “I’m so happy to finally meet you, Florence has been talking to you non-stop”

“Okay, Raffie, I would like to keep my girlfriend alive” The youngest of the house let go of Y/n, to jump at her sister’s arms. Y/n smiled warmly at the scene, happy that the brunette seemed to already like her. “Come, mum is already preparing the table for lunch, and dad is cooking! You are going to love his food, it’s even better than Florence’s”

While Y/n laughed at Raffie’s comment, Florence gave her an offended scoff, as they entered the house, heading to the kitchen. Y/n kinda froze when she saw the full family getting everything prepared, only moving when a small warm hand was placed on her lower back. She looked at her side, seeing the loving stare her girlfriend had. Y/n knew that as long Florence’s family was a little like her, there shouldn’t be any problem. 

She first was welcomed by the other two siblings. Arabella hugged her shortly and told her she was so glad they met, much like what Raffie said to her, but a lot calmer. On the other hand, there was Toby, who made sure to embarrass her sister as much as he could. “Flo, you didn’t tell me she was so out of your league” or “I have so many embarrassing stories about her, whenever she told us about you, she would smile like an idiot and practically drool”.

“Leave them alone will you… The table still needs to be finished up” Y/n laugh, and Florence hugged tightly her mum, stepping aside, so her girlfriend could be properly introduced. “Mum, this is Y/n, my beautiful girlfriend”

Trying hard not to blush at Florence’s comment, she went to shake her mother-in-law's hand, only to, once again, be pulled into a warm embrace. This family loves to hug. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Pugh”

“Oh, none of that, call me Debs… Come, my husband’s still cooking” Deborah took Y/n hands, and Florence followed them smiling at how her both families got along. After talking a bit with her siblings, being teased by Toby and Raffie, she noticed that her girlfriend still hadn’t come out of the kitchen.

“Can I have my girlfriend back, or do you plan to keep her here for the rest of her life?” The picture in front of her almost made her tear up. Y/n and her mum were laughing at some of her dad’s jokes, sipping at her glass of wine. Florence knew it, but there were moments like these, where she became fully conscious about how desperately in love she was. It was soon, but she knew she wanted to marry that girl. 

“Flo! Your dad was telling me some stories when you were a baby” Groaning, she made her way to her girlfriend, stealing some of Y/n wine. “Hey, that’s mine” Florence laughed and kissed her quickly, “Yeah, well, what is yours is mine, you know”

“Don’t mess with her honey, you need to keep her, I like her” Y/n tried to not blush at Clinton’s words. “Food is ready, let’s eat!”. Holding Y/n back, Florence waited for her parents to leave the kitchen to kiss her girlfriend properly. 

“I think they like me?” Y/n said, while still receiving kisses. “They do like you, and I didn’t even doubt it for a second… I love you, my darling”

“I love you too” Before they could kiss one more time, Toby called for them from the living room, “Girl, stop hooking up, and come! We are hungry” Florence laughed as she took her girlfriend’s hand.

******

Lunch at the Pugh’s was quite funny to say the least. Conversation never stopped, hitting a hundred topics in five minutes. The food, obviously, was amazing and Y/n wasn’t surprised, knowing how Florence cooked. All the fears Y/n had that morning disappeared, feeling immensely welcomed and part of the family, even if she had just known them for a few hours.

She didn’t realize she had spaced out until she felt Florence’s hand on her thigh. “Are you okay, my love?” 

“Yes, I’m just taking it all in, I’m so happy” She pecked the actress’ lips, both girls not realizing the small smiles from everyone at the table. 

After a while, Florence asked, “Where is granny Pat?”. Y/n then thought that the blonde girl had told her that her grandma would be there. “Oh I’m sure she won’t be much longer” Deborah told them as she stood up to go search for the dessert. 

Only five minutes later the doorbell rang, and Florence quickly went to open it, excited to see her granny again after a while. Granny Pat, though, didn’t put much attention to her granddaughter standing in front of her, almost passing by. She simply patted her shoulder, as she went straight to the living room. “Where is my new granddaughter?”

Y/n quickly got up, and went to hug Florence’s grandma, “Hi, Mrs. Pugh, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Florence has told me so much about you”. Y/n found the woman adorable, being so tiny, but full of life and joy. Granny Pat irradiated happiness.

“Oh, I hope all good things… But I must ask you to call me granny Pat, you are part of the family now” The whole family laughed, and went back to sitting when they had also greeted the oldest woman.

Florence started to tidy up the plates, Y/n following her, receiving a glance from her girlfriend daring her to stand up, so she abandoned her intentions. Instead, she was followed by her sibling, after being slightly scolded by her mother.

“So, quite the girl you got, huh” Toby said as soon as he stepped into the kitchen. 

“Yeah, I do”, The actress smiled fondly, a warm feeling setting in her chest every time she thought of the girl. Her sisters approached her to give her a hug, also giving their opinions. 

Arabella was the mature one, “You look so in love, and I’m so happy you got someone who also loves you as much as you do”. On the other hand, Raffie, was more teasing, “She is nice, funny and gorgeous, you better keep an eye on her, because everyone will try to steal her from you” 

Florence thanked her older sister, and then slapped her younger one. “Don’t worry, I’m not planning on losing her ever”

******

After doing small talk at the table a bit more time, the family decided to go for a walk, Billie needing to do her need was also used as an excuse. Raffie quickly laced her arm with Y/n’s and both girls started to talk happily, laughing at their jokes. They quickly were quite ahead of the family, followed by the men of the house, and lastly the four women left. 

“You found a good one” Florence glanced at her mom’s comment, a smile, once again, was drawn in her face. 

“I found the best one”, she agreed, not hesitating for even one second. She knew pretty well, she’d never find another one like her girlfriend, knowing she wanted to stay with her for the rest of her life. 

“You better take care of her, or I’ll come after you” Granny Pat also made herself part of the conversation. 

Florence feigned offence, a hand on her chest to make it more dramatic, “Whose granny are you?”. The four women laughed, Arabella accelerating her pace to go talk with her dad and brother, shaking her head while smiling at the other’s small bickering. 

Granny Pat, however, insisted, “I don’t care, she is part of this family now too”. Florence kissed her gran’s temple, as she looked ahead seeing her girlfriend looking back at her, signalling her to come next to her.

The actress excused herself, and jogged to meet her girlfriend at her side. Raffie looked at them and started running, calling Billie to play with her. “What were you talking about back there?” Y/n asked, taking Florence’s hand. 

“You”

“Good things?” Y/n was confident she had made a good impression, but she couldn’t avoid worrying a bit. In spite of that, as she saw Florence’s loving eyes, she immediately relaxed.

“All great… They love you, but not as much as I do”

“I love you more, Flo” The girls softly kissed, it wasn’t long, the whole family was able to see them, although only the youngest had something to say about it.

“Get a room!” Y/n laughed as Florence flipped her sister off. 

[silenzahra]

SO MUCH LUAISY CONTENT AND INSPIRATION 🌼💚🧡✨

I'm sorry but I NEED to take this out because you guys are FEEDING me lately with content revolving around my favorite couple and I just. I CAN'T HANDLE IT.

For those who don't know, I LOVE Luaisy and I've written about them in the past and plan to continue to do so, like, FOREVER. But specifically, I'm planning two fics that are in the works and for which you guys keep FUELING my desire to sit down and write them NOW. And I'd like to include here all the sources that are inspiring me and of course, ask for your permission to include them on my fics as they're just PERFECT for our green plumber and flower princess 💚🧡✨

-Green, Gold and tons of Purple. I've talked about this one a few times now and revealed the official title here. The main source of inspiration was this lovely art I saw a while back by @ruart17 that made me immediately want to write a fic in which these two got married, as the art perfectly represents all the love and trust they have on each other. Still, I didn't have any specific ideas.

AND THEN, my dear bestie @bberetd came along with this WONDERFUL post that gave me SO MANY IDEAS and made me just want to go and narrate all of it as it really is the perfect wedding for our babies 💚🧡✨ I'm obviously adding my own ideas here and there, like the specific theme of the wedding (two specific books: Luigi's and Daisy's favorites!), as well as the vows!

I also intend to make references here and there to their first date, which you can read here if you'd like, and also, this lovely post by @maviyenot that my dear friend @vulpixfairy1985 showed me has also made me think of another date I could talk about on this fic 🥹 Hope it's okay if I take inspiration! 🌼📚✨

I cannot fail to mention this wonderful post by @kimasousparky that my dear friend @peaches2217 showed me as it totally FITS them as the amazing Flower Couple they are. I personally headcanon my boy Luigi to be an amazing gardener (a headcanon I share with my dear friend @itsavee4117), and I had him grow purple daisies for his girl on my first fic of them, so I'd also like to include this idea on the wedding fic if that's okay! And also... I intended the decorations to consist mostly of daisies (especially the purple ones), buuuuuut I might go and also add the superball flowers in, if that's okay! 🤭 I just love this idea SO MUCH! 👏👏👏

Last but not least, regarding the dances they'll do as husband and wife, I must mention two specific posts that have inspired me! The first one has to be this one by @kelbreyworshipper as I LOVE how dancing becomes something SO important for them and that they enjoy as a couple both physically and emotionally 🥹 And also, this lovely one by @artycomicfangirl may or may not have inspired me to add one more dance style into the ceremony 🤭 Hope it's okay if I take inspiration!

-So sweet. Okay, this fic is gonna be sexually explicit, so it's obviously totally fine if you'd rather don't read this one as I understand this kind of content is not for everyone, but yeah! I was first inspired by this song by Estopa, my favorite Spanish band (I'm Spanish lol), and I provided some translations here in case you'd like to read them! Of course, I have to mention again @kelbreyworshipper's wonderful post as I only had a very random idea with the song, but her post has finally provided me with some specific ideas to work with so as to give this fic context and such! Of course, whenever it's ready, I will label it appropriately as it'll be explicit, but I hope whoever gets to read it enjoys it! 🧡💚✨

I think you can easily tell that I LOVE this couple with all my heart 😂😂😂 It's actually my favorite from the Super Mario franchise! I generally enjoy all kinds of ships (except for the illegal ones obviously), but Luigi and Daisy together are just. PURE PERFECTION to me. They mean the entire world to me, and I can never thank y'all enough for feeding me with your amazing content and adding more and more inspiration to work with! 💚🧡✨

Also! In case you'd like to read it, please allow me to add here the link to the first Luaisy fic I wrote and posted on Valentine's Day! I intend the wedding one to be some sort of follow-up for this one 🥰💖 (something you can tell by the similar titles 🤭💖)

You can also read it on Tumblr if you'd like!

Sorry if this is, like, too much, but I just needed to let this all out 😅 Hope you'll enjoy the Luaisy content I'm working on whenever it's ready! 🧡💚✨

[tnbc-thoughtsandheadcanons]

Conversations with Jack Skellington

From Disney Dreamlight Valley

"How's the Halloween business going?"

JS: I've been ruminating on our traditional Halloween themes...scary skeletons, jack o' lanterns, tell me -- do you have a favorite?

"Skeletons."

JS: How delightful! Or are you flattering me? You don't need to do that, you know. But I do love a good bone rattle. And no one can grin like a skeleton can.

"What are you up to?"

JS: I am practicing my Shakespeare. Would you like to hear a bit?

'Sure!"

JS: 'I recite chilling lines from various plays. Ahem -- let me begin... 'I could a tale unfold whose lightest word, Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand an end, Like quills upon the fretful porpentine!"

"Keep going!"

JS: 'Double, double toil and trouble, Fire burn and cauldron bubble, Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake. Eye of newt and toe of frog, Wool of bat and tongue of dog, Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting, Lizard leg and owlet's wing!"

"More!"

JS: 'Deep night, dark night, and the silent of the night, the time when screech-owls cry and ban-dogs howl, and spirits walk and ghosts break up their graves!"

"I love it"

JS: And now I shall customize one for our dear Valley... 'Alas, poor Mickey! I knew him: a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. Where be your gibes now? Your gambols? Your songs? Your flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table on a roar? Alas! Alas!

'That was wonderful!"

JS: Thank you! You were a lovely audience.

JS: Would you like to join me in some screaming practice?

"Let's do it."

JS: Marvelous! Now we'll start easy. A basic yelp.

"Yip!"

JS: Close! But that's a yip, not a yelp. Try another scream, but longer this time.

"AhhhhHHHHHH"

JS: Oh, I like the ululation - a terrifying touch! Now higher! A proper curdling scream!

JS: That sent shivers down my spine - exquisitely done!

JS: Have you ever felt stuck wearily in the same routine? Where everything seems dull and repetitive? What do you do?

"I change things up!"

JS: Of course! Sometimes you need something new, don't you? To give you novel ideas and a fresh perspective! Though.. Ah... it is good to be prudent about what new things you take on.

"You seem preoccupied."

JS: Friend, I'm sure you've heard that I once tried my hand at running Christmas. Alas, it was quite the disaster. I made so many mistakes, but I'm wondering if there was one fundamental flaw...A central confusion. A core to all the calamity.

"Maybe you let your excitement run away from you."

JS: I certainly did. Enthusiasm is quite powerful. And usually it's good! It animates my frights! Keeps me inspired. But it can sometimes... have a life of its own.

"Does that mean you've learned your lesson?"

JS: Of course. Hmm... but say I hadn't learned my lesson. Would that SCARE you?

"Yes!"

JS: Well then, perhaps...I've learned nothing at all. Ha-ha-ha!

"What are you up to, Jack?"

JS: I've been considering recruiting new fright-makers for Halloween. Do any of our Valley friends strike you as particularly scary?

"Definitely Ursula."

JS: A witch? That's perfect! And she had such a majestic presence. Oh... she'll likely want something in exchange for working with us.

"True, I guess you'd want someone who's in it for the joy of scaring people."

JS: Exactly!

"What's going on?"

JS: My search for new Halloween fright-makers continues! Do you have any suggestions for me?"

"Scar would be great."

"Penny for thoughts, Jack?"

JS: Now that has real potential to be terrifying! If only he weren't so cruel about it... Halloween is about scaring people, not hurting their feelings!

JS: I need your help thinking up some new ideas for Halloween. You know, fresh insights. Topical terrors. Contemporary creepiness.

"Vampires."

JS: You're right! Vampires have been experiencing a sort of renaissance. Which is charming, as many of them were around for the renaissance! But I do have colleagues back in Halloween Town who are vampires. SO I feel that territory is well-covered.

[vgilantee]

oh! so i’m planning on doing a greek myth leg sticker sleeve, so if y’all have any suggestions or have seen any cool tattoos or flash designs PLEASE send them

i want to try and get a big thigh piece of icarus for my 23rd, and i want to do the whole sleeve or most of the sleeve by the same artist so if y’all have suggestions or ideas i want to discuss them with him!

i already have an idea for what i want on my calf/lower leg - my favourite sculpture ever - but i need the shit that goes in the middle!

he’s the artist who did my first tattoo and he is so lovely so i definitely trust him with a leg sleeve!

(also idk if most of y’all have even seen my tattoos lmao. but i have 4 currently)

[ingoodjesst]

have you put the pieces together yet, detective

[palebonedry]

Shadow of the Forgotten

My submission for @aimportantdragoncollector ‘s Three Weeks of Triholders, (Although this piece is featuring Duoholders 😅)

I created an au based around a Nyavka Yoichi and a woodsman Second . .

Nyavka are a type of Mavka, a spirit in Ukrainian folklore.

One prominent feature is that Nyavka have no back so you can see their spine . . . They often live in bodies of water like rivers or lakes in the forest (my mother for instance first told me about them as a way of warning me away from a nearby river lol). Some interpretations have them leading men to their doom and drowning them, while other interpretations have them being more benevolent caretakers of the forest although these two are not mutually exclusive!

While I'm no writer and am still coming up with ideas I believe this au would go something like this:

Yoichi and AFO were born in a mountain village surrounded by forests and bordered by a fierce river The village believed the twins to be unlucky due to their odd striking white hair and the death of their mother during their birth and they are shunned.

The two are only really allowed to stay in the village as hands to help in the fields, life is unpleasant but the two make due as they grow up. One winter when the two are around 11 or so Yoichi gets very sick. However he is refused treatment, resources are low and they village do not want to waste supplies on the weakest of the twins who would likely die before he is an adult anyways.

AFO tries to steal him medicine anyways but this goes wrong and the two are driven out of the village when he is caught. They attempt to flee across the river into the surrounding woods. Unfortunately the water is freezing and they drown.

Due to their tragic death the brothers come back as Nyavka and now dwell in the surrounding forest.

A newly undead AFO takes on a much more vindicative and aggressive role, the number of deaths caused by drowning in the nearby area skyrockets lol. Yoichi on the other hand dwells deeper in the woods and keeps to himself as much as his brother allows.

Many years later, Yoichi sees a young man with a scar across his face and striking orange hair seemingly fleeing from something. He is intrigued and decides to observe this stranger . . .

(And your standard vault escape (forest escape)) story happens from there. :) (with some more twists)

[bisexualcherdegre]

D:BH Rarepairsweek 7 | @dbhrarepairs

Day 4 - Kara/Luther

[ch1zzie]

Forgot to post this here butttt

Working on a welcome home animation and mighttttt take me a while