#i need a tag for moot crush

[isacksteban]

me when she

[1-800reki]

i don't want to scroll so this is gonna be my new Cherry Crush rant reblogs :p

IM GONNA GO INSANE I NEED MY SILLIES BACK

like yes i know, the writer has to write and draw everything, but there is like nothing about my sillies that I can look at.

if i go on here, it's either icon cute little dividers or naked girls.

like.. i wanna make like small hcs about them, but im afraid of mischaracterizing them

like mischaracterization is crazy and i hate doing it but sometimes I do it without realizing and it makes me want to cry.

someone feed my cherry crush obsession. headcanons, small one shots, anything to get my sillies back.

I KEEP MEETING NEW PEOPLE WHO LIKE CHERRY CRUSH BUT IM SCARED BECAUSE I REMEMBER BASICLALY NOTHING DESPITE REREADING THE WEBTOON 💔💔

anyways!

i lovethem there are so many images that are so cutie but I can't fit them in one post. see this be reblogged in like three days later or a week. no in between.

[katyawriteswhump]

Steddie Wiggly Wednesday🪱🐛🪱🐛

Thanks for the tag @wheneverfeasible and @medusapelagia and possibly some other lovely moots. Sorry, I move in ice ages!

CW for original character death. Don't worry, Steddie and all canon characters are safe.

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Steve has an older brother, Cal, less than two years older than him. He loves his brother and hates his guts because Cal is stupidly perfect.

Not just grade A student perfect and state championship tennis finals perfect. Cal is so ridiculously, effortlessly nice. He floats above the High School popularity monster on some cotton-candy cloud of perfection—so high above all the shit that he can play Dungeons and Dragons with Eddie ‘freakshow’ Munson every week and walk away untarnished.

Steve’s pretty popular too, but he’s laboring for it the hard way— hanging with the ‘right’ crowd, dating the ‘mean’ girls. He’s sweating it out on the basketball court, barely scraping through the classes that Cal aced. Of course, his parents are pissed, and he knows he’ll never emerge from Cal’s perfect shadow.  Cal secretly gave Steve all his old class notes to copy and offered to coach him, but Jesus, who’s gotten time for that shit?

So yeah, Steve hates Cal, and he loves him too. When Steve figures he might be bi, he’s in need of his brother like never before, though can’t find the right words. He’s got a dumb crush on Tommy H and… Ugh, it’s not like he can tell Tommy, and even when Steve gets over his crush, nobody in Hawkins is gonna accept that kind of shit.

Naturally, his perfect brother sees when Steve stops hanging with Tommy and the others. Sees when Steve stops dating. On that spring night, when it’s only the two of them and a sixpack at home by the pool, Cal knows. Even before Steve starts to inarticulately explain how confused and screwed up he is. Even before Steve tells Cal he’s over Tommy, but he’s definitely queer, and faking being the Steve Harrington the world wants to see is killing him. He’s failing his classes, and Hargrove is humiliating him on the basketball court. Steve’s got a totally messed up crush on Billy too, even though the guy treats him like dirt. Steve is scared Billy knows, and… Crap, why is his life such a mess?

He cries. He hates himself for it, but he cries, and it’s okay, because he’s got his brother, and he hates how perfect Cal is. But Cal is always gonna be there, and he’ll always have his back.

Cal is off to MIT in the fall. So yeah, that’s gonna suck, until… Cal doesn’t go. Instead, he gets sick.

Really sick. Steve’s worried, but this is Cal, he’s perfect. Everyone says that Cal is gonna ‘beat it.’ As if, because he’s a good person, he’s going to somehow exert his magic over whatever fucked-up biology is destroying his body.

Cal has three months to live.

Eddie is devastated. It was supposed to be Cal’s final campaign before he ascended to the higher plane of an Ivy League school. Now it’s simply final.

Suddenly, Eddie is moving Hellfire Club to Hawkins General Hospital, and then hosting it at the fucking Harrington’s. Nobody is shrieking or dousing him in Holy Water, and it would be hilarious, if it wasn’t so horrible.  Obviously, Eddie is determined to make it the greatest, most metal campaign he’s ever conducted. He’s crumbling inside. They all are. These are the last days he gets to share with the guy from the ‘right’ side of the rails who looked at Eddie and saw Eddie, rather than the con-supremo-spawn of Al Munson.

Cal’s a-hole kid brother, Steve, starts hovering around when they’re playing. For obvious reasons. He needs to cling to every last moment with Cal, too. Lurking in dark corners, Steve starts staring at Eddie so hard it gets creepy. Eddie knows he’s pretty magnetic when he’s in full-on DM mode, but this is weird. Obviously, Steve must want ‘in,’ so Eddie reluctantly offers to help him draw up a character card, and… shock horror.

Steve Harrington isn’t that much of an a-hole. Now, it’s just the two of them, laughing and sketching and conjuring with D and D ideas, and Steve’s oddly jumpy. He doesn’t seem to be able to look Eddie in the eye, keeps staring at Eddie’s mouth, then touching his own, licking his lips. Eddie is… confused. Steve Harrington is cute. He is also supposed to be a repellent jock—not this guy who swerves maniacally between hilariously bitchy sniping and self-effacing over-apologies.

Once Eddie gets Steve going in Hellfire, Steve is stupidly over-confident, almost back to dumbass-Steve-the-jock. Eddie has a billion chances to slaughter him, and he refrains. For Cal.

Oh, and because, Eddie’s got a stupid crush on his friend’s kid brother. He figures out there is barely a year age gap between him and Steve, though. Cal was old in his year group, and Eddie one of the younger ones.

Still irrelevant. Steve is straight. Eddie’s 100% sure. Well, he would be, if Steve would stop blushing and glancing away whenever Eddie seeks eye contact.

Then Cal calls Eddie one night, asks him to come over. Cal’s getting sicker, so he detonates the bombshell.

You’d be perfect for my brother, man.

What the fuck?

Okay, so he doesn’t press Cal for details. It’s implied that Steve is into guys, but… Woah! Too much! His sick friend wants him to date his younger brother? Like, a dying wish? Yeah, Eddie likes Steve, and now he’s starting to read Steve’s feelings into the way Steve acts around him. But no way are they perfect for each other.

He gives it a shot.

On their first date, Eddie takes Steve to a dive bar Cal used to love more that it deserved, and where Eddie sometimes performs with Corroded Coffin. They make out around the back, against some dingy brick wall. They’re slightly drunk, and the kiss is wet and messy, and they’re stupid happy and then both so stupid sad that they stop trying not to be. They can’t kiss away the pain, but they can kiss. They cry so hard.

Eddie has found another Harrington brother who actually sees him. It occurs to him, more gradually, that he’s the only person in the world, other than Cal, who actually sees Steve.

What the fuck AGAIN?

And then he’s the only person left in the world who sees Steve, and besides Wayne, Steve is the only person left who really sees Eddie.

Steve loves Cal so much, and he hates him. He was so fucking perfect that he couldn’t possibly ditch his little brother without setting him up with a soulmate.

🪱🐛🪱🐛

My ST fic on AO3

no pressure tags: @mugloversonly @tea42 @fuctacles @queenie-ofthe-void

[21sbaby]

Shocker| m.celebrini

Pairing: Macklin Celebrini x fem!OC

warnings: swearing, cringey, violence (sorta?), not proofread

A/n: I’m finally writing about this absolute cutie!! Also I need more hockey moots bro. 😔

Briar loved soccer, she grew up playing, and she believed it would be her one true love. She was absolutely over the moon when she got an offer from UCLA to play soccer, a year early.

UCLA was only known for their football team and basketball teams so the media team decided to begin to do interviews to bring more attention to the team.

Ayla, fhe media coordinator stood at the end of the tunnel, waiting for the girls to walk out. Ayo was the first to walk out, “Ayo, who on the team would you not let date your daughter?” Ayla asked with a smile from behind the camera, “oh..Boone? Is this one of those mini mic interviews?” she asked as she smiled widely, only earning a nod from Ayla.

Sofia walked out next, “Sofia, can I ask you a quick question?” Ayla asked, “Yeah of course!” Sofia replied as she took her air pod out, “Who would you not want to ride next to on the bus?” “Uh, I was going to say Ayo or Boone because I live with them and they are loud but I'm gonna say..Kara Croone.” Sofia said as she walked off.

Briar stuck her head out to get a view at the tunnel, she had heard that girls were being interviewed and she wanted no part of it.

“Boone, I see you.” Ayla laughs, “Ok fine.” she huffs as she walked towards Ayla and her tripod. “Who's you're celebrity crush?” Ayla asked, “Yeah no.” Briar said bluntly as she began to walk off, “MACKLIN CELEBRINI!” Taylor yelled as she ran out of the tunnel, causing Briar to run back to the tripod, “Lies!” she yelled before running off again.

Later that day, Ayla went through the footage and posted it, as a joke she tagged the San Jose sharks in the comments, just to tease Briar. Ayla woke up to an abundance of text messages from Briar.

Briar: YOU’RE SO DEAD WHEN I SEE YOU.

Briar: I'm telling Ayo you ate her yogurt.

Briar: I'm on my way.

Ayla: What did I do??

Briar: You tagged the sharks and THEY COMMENTED.

Ayla: What??

Ayla bolted to Tiktok, and there it was. A comment from the San Jose Sharks. ‘Boone in a 71 Jersey this year?’ read the comment, Ayla laughed loudly as she read the comment, she knew Briar was going to be pissed.

Briar laid in her head, dreading to get out of bed. She was upset at Ayla for tagging them but it wasn't some big secret? *ding* Briar picked up the phone, it was from Instagram.

She clicked on it, it immediately brought her to a dm. “HOLY SHIT,” she yelled out as she realized who it was from.

Ayo came running into the room with an apron on, “What?!?” she said in a panicked voice, “first off, what are you wearing?? Secondly, HE DMMED ME!” she yelled, “firstly, I was baking cookies,” she started as she rolled her eyes at Briar, “Secondly, OH EM GEE!!” she yelled as she jumped onto Briar’s bed and jumped around happily.

Ayo retreated to the kitchen to finish the cookies, or in other words, burn them to a crisp. Briar smiled at her phone before the realized she had left Macklin on seen while they were jumping around like idiots, “Aw fuck” she cursed as she opened the dm and began to type.

Macklin: 🐕

Macklin: Rocky, leave the pretty girl alone! Sorry, he tends to run towards gorgeous women.

Briar: Smooth.

Macklin: Why thank you.

Briar: Of course, of course. To what do I owe the pleasure of you blessing my screen?

Macklin: You come to San Jose often?

Briar: Only when I go to see my sister, she lives in Santa Clara.

Macklin: Oh alright. And how often is that?

Briar: Every other weekend or so?

Macklin: Damn, you should come to a game. I'd love to look up into the stands and see you.

Briar: might have to take you up on that offer.

Macklin: Bet. I’ll buy tickets if you wanna bring a friend?

Briar: Thats sweet. I'd probably bring my sister, but she has a son..

Macklin: I could do 3 tickets.

Briar: Tell me when and ill be there.

Macklin: This weekend?

Briar: Bet.

Briar waited and waited for Friday to come so she could drive to Santa Clara, she told her sister about it and she was over the moon!

Once Friday approached, Briar packed her things and began the 5-hour drive. She sang loudly to music and had conversations with herself the entire drive.

After 5 long hours, she pulled into the driveway of her sister’s house, it was only about 2 pm.

“Sissy!” Her nephew screamed as he ran out the front door to her car to greet her. “Hi, Bubba!” She exclaimed as she hugged him tightly.

“I missed you.” She said as she hugged her sister tightly, “I missed you too.” Madden responded in the crook of her neck, “Griffin, help sissy bring her things inside.” Madden said softly.

Griffin of course tried to grab the heaviest bag he could find. “No no no, I’ve got this one. Why don’t you grab that one?” Briar said as she pointed to a different bag, which was much lighter.

Griffin giggled as he ran in and out of the house, taking her things into the guest room. “He enjoys this too much” Madden giggled at her son.

“You’re telling me.” Briar laughed. Every other weekend Briar came to Santa Clara to help her sister, when griffin was born, his father decided to up and leave, leaving Madden and Griffin all alone. After that day Briar swore she’d do anything to help her sister, so she began going up there during the weekends to take care of him so she could relax.

After 10 minutes they finally got all her bags into the guest room, she didn’t even bother unpacking. She plopped down on the couch and watched Bluey with Griffin.

“I gotta go to work, I’ll see you later,” Madden said softly, trying not to sleep the now-sleeping child on the couch. Briar nodded as her sister left.

She was nervous, what if he decided he didn’t want her to come to the game? That’d be so embarrassing.. she thought to herself.

She scrolled on Instagram when she got a notification that someone followed her, she did as she usually does and checked out their account.

He was a hockey player, but the one thing that stuck out to her was his name. “Will Smith? Who the hell names their kid Will Smith?” She asked herself before realizing that Macklin and the Will Smith kid were teammates.

Before she knew it, she was knocked out asleep on the couch. When she woke up it was 3 am, Madden’s door was shut and so was Griffin's. The hum of the fan rang in her ears as she stared at the ceiling.

“what am I doing here..” she mumbled to herself as she thought about her current situation, later that day she’d be seeing the guy she had the biggest crush on, play hockey. It was insane.

The hum of the fan slowly lulled her back to sleep, she woke up again at 3:45 pm. “Bri?” Madden asked softly as she shook her, “hm..?” she murmured, still half asleep.

“The game starts at 7 and it’s almost 4, and you still need to shower..also you take forever to get ready.” Madden said softly, “mhm.” Briar murmured again before sliding off the couch and waking herself up.

She tumbled into the guest room to grab her things before heading to the shower, she quickly undressed and hopped into the shower.

The steaming hot water felt amazing on her skin, it quite literally melted away all her nerves. She stayed in the shower for 30 minutes before finally getting out to finish getting ready, what was she even meant to wear to a hockey game?

She stumbled out of the bathroom and tore through her bag, attempting to find something cute.

She settled on a denim mini skirt, a red going-out top, and her black oversized leather jacket, seeing as it was a hockey rink made of ice.

After finally getting dressed she waltzed into the bathroom to finish her makeup and hair. She hummed to Chappell Roan as she curled her hair. It was crazy to her that in less than an hour now, she’d be seeing Macklin.

Part of her was excited, but the other part of her was terrified. She was so insanely scared he wouldn’t like her after he saw her tonight.

Madden, Griffin, and Briar all got in Briar’s car and drove to the area. Griffin blabbed about how it was called the shark tank, “Sissy did you know that SJ Sharkie has a 4-wheeler?” Griffin asked as he watched out the window. “No, I did not! That’s so cool Bubba.” She said softly, Madden smiled at her sweetly.

The truth was, Briar hated kids, always has, and probably always will. Griffin however was a different story, maybe it was just because he was Madden’s but she loved that little boy more than life itself.

She’d do anything for him, in a sense she was like his second mom, she’d grown to be more of an active figure in his life than his father ever had been.

They pulled into the parking lot of the arena, Briar helped Griffin out of his car seat while Madden grabbed her purse.

“Will you take him to go watch warm-ups while I get food?” Madden asked, “Yeah, no problem. Let’s go!” Briar exclaimed as she and griffin skipped off, hand in hand.

Damn, he got us good seats..she thought to herself as she walked down the aisle with Griffin on her hip, he’d given up on walking as soon as they got in the doors.

She watched as the guys skated around, shooting pucks under each other’s legs, goofing off with fans and so much more. Griffin stood right at the glass as he watched people skate by.

A guy skated up to the glass, waved at Griffin, then threw a puck over for him. Once he turned around, she realized who it was. “Celebrini” was pasted on the back of his jersey.

He glanced up and made direct eye contact with Briar, he nervously looked at the ground and then back up, sending her a small smile, which she returned.

Madden walked down the aisle and admired the puck in Griffin’s hand, “where did he get that?” She asked. “Macklin.” Briar responded with a smile, “I hope he doesn’t think you have a son now.” Madden smiled, “No he knows Griff is yours.” Briar laughed.

The game started well, by the end of the first quarter Philadelphia had scored 2, but they could always come back. By the end of the 2nd quarter, it wasn’t looking good.

Philadelphia had scored again and the sharks just couldn’t pull it together. Macklin looked for Briar in the stands every time Philadelphia scored like she was his last hope. She’d just give him a reassuring smile.

It was obvious that the sharks weren’t going to win unless they pulled it together, quickly. Philadelphia scored once more. There were only a few seconds on the clock when one of the Philadelphia rookies dropped his stick and shoved Macklin.

Of course, Macklin shoved him back, then the rookie shoved him again then followed up with a punch. Macklin was in shock, he tumbled backward and quickly turned to the refs, as to say “What the hell?”

It was a rough game, most definitely. Macklin walked out of the tunnel and made a B-line for Briar. “Hey..” he said as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Hey.” She said softly, “He got you good.” She laughed softly as she looked at his bottom lip. “yeah. I know.” He chuckled softly at her words.

“You look pretty.” Macklin said softly as he looked her up and down, “Thank you.” She smiled at him. “How long are you staying for?” He asked, “Probably till Tuesday.” She replied.

“We should hang out.” He smirked, “I agree. Get lunch or something?” She asked, “Yeah, that sounds nice. Monday?” Macklin asked with a small smile.

“It’s a date!” she smiled, “I’m looking forward to it.” He replied, “damn. It’s late, and Bud is slumped..you two should probably get going. I don’t wanna keep you.” He continued as he looked at Griffin who had fallen asleep sometime during the 2nd quarter.

Madden nodded softly in agreement, “Alright, I’ll see you Monday.” She smiled as they walked off. Will walked up behind Macklin, “You’re so whipped.” He teased as he patted his shoulder before walking off, leaving Macklin to just think about the last few minutes.

© TOOOSTER & TOOOSTERDUOS. all works are made by me, I only post on tumblr. If i see any of my works else where or on another persons account, I will block and report you.

[whore4mattsturniolo]

mootie appreciation post cuz i love all of you and im sad rn

@sosasturns. where would i even be without her. genuinely i cant go more than 24 hours not talking without tweaking tf out like thats fr my twin!! we really be plotting world domination in dms like i love her sm. layout always eats down, face card tea, funny as hell, what cant she do? inside jokes crazy too (uno cards up his ass???)

@yourmother29 OBVIOUSLY. i dont even think of her as a mutual like thats just my best friend! even my momma knows who she is !! love you megs ur only good thing to come from great britain

@strnilolover we recently got close and ur fr one of the coolest people on here, everything about u is magic i love u and ur fic ideas are literally insane

@muwapsturniolo big sister !! also an amazing writer and just an amazing person ?!? like woah how do i be you when i grow up i love u !!!

@leoslaboratory HELLO LEO!!!!!!! i love you and everything you do, your layout is SOOO fire and you're so fine and also funny as shit !! teach me how to roll a joint again PUHLEASE i need it

@submattenthusiast i just love jules a lot !!!

@sweetshuga one of the OGs!! we started our accounts at around the same time and she is literally one of the best writers around ?!? every fic she writes gets better and better shes my inspiration for everything i write

@cvnntagious my celebrity crush i cant even believe we're moots like WHAT!!!!!!! also one of the coolest people ever

@snoopychris MY BABY :((( i wanna buy you a snoopy bouquet and kiss u i love u sm ur so perfect i wish i could live in your brain

@mattsstarlet one of the sweetest people on here i love talking to you <3 ur so beautiful angel i love you so so so much

@theyluvivi my baby sister omg i remember when i saw your very first post, fr felt your aura from 30 scrolls away. ur so talented and ur vibes are off literally changed my life I LOVE YOU BBY thank you for feeding the sub!chris enthusiasts

lowk im forgetting everyone i've ever interacted with on here sowwy...even if i didnt tag you i still love you <3 thx for putting up with my bs

[piko-chan]

★HELLO!!!★

Name's Piko! Star/he/she! 17 :3

Interacting from @piko-chan-plus

Discord/TikTok: piko_piko_chan

Instagram: magical.girl.piko.chan

MAGICAL BLAAAAAAAST!!! ✧⁠◝⁠(⁠⁰⁠▿⁠⁰⁠)⁠◜⁠✧

★ABOUT ME!!!★

Artist, 3d modeller, writer, newbie singer and professional failure,

Also I get obsessed with people very easily oopsie

I also love to be an older sister figure (Already an older sibling of @/landmineloli, @/sakiyaki-sashimi and my other problematic child/aff)

I am officially adopting anyone who reads this post. Yes, that's right, you've been officially adopted just now >:)

LOVE: Pjsk! (MizuMinoKasa), Zero Escape, Haikyuu, My ocs, Danganronpa, Genshin Lore, Vocaloids (MIKU KAITO), CDawgVA, Alpharad, RTGames, Inazuma Eleven, Persona 5

↓★IDENTITIES!!!★ ↓

Aroace! (and taken! By my amazing gf)

Nonbinary! (also considering some xenogenders but that's just the start of my exploration journey)

ADHD! (confirmed by psychologist but yet to be diagnosed on paper)

Autistic! (suspeced by multiple people and professionals and self diagnosed)

MaDD! (maladaptive daydreaming disorder)

Just generally depressed and maybe fucked up in other ways who knows 〜⁠(⁠꒪⁠꒳⁠꒪⁠)⁠〜

★TAGS!!!★

#🌸 vent : Vents (will also be tagged with tws)

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#💞 duties : Jirai bonding events

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#☁️ piko's crush rumblings : Self shipping, Hinata Shoyo and Kokichi Ouma

★SEE YOU SOON!!!★

[platonicmoonwater00]

I see these everywhere. and i mean EVERYWHERE. and also i need motivation so lets go ig

10 notes- i'll drink on weekends too(i forget cos on weekends im just at home and not at school lugging around my frank green in my tote bag)

20 notes- i will(try to) pay attention in class

30 notes- i'll watch my whole watch later playlist on yt

50 notes- i'll actually do the techniques im learning in ✨therapy✨ to help with my anxiety and shitty social skills

75 notes- i'll take my iron tablets every day

100 notes- i'll start my assessments when i get them(i have one due tomorrow which i was gonna finish now but i'm doing this apparently)

125 notes- i'll ask my crush to hangout alone during spring holidays

150 notes- i'll try to go for a run or at least a walk every day

500 notes- i'll write another chapter of my fanfiction

1k notes- i will actually make an effort to get clean

2k notes- if i see someone pretty that i want to go out w in public i'll ask for their number cos holy fuck i need to put myself out there. even if we js end up being friends cos holy shit im lonely

3k notes- i will actually finished the dress i started making

4k notes- i will try to get over my crush cos its ✨never gonna happen✨(she so pretty and masc tho its gonna be hard)

5k notes- (this is so far up here cos idk how to do this so im gonnna need a lot of time to figure out how) im gonna try to demolish the rumour that im gay thats going around a bit.**

6k notes- i will finish all my crochet projects and not start any new ones until im done.

**context. i go to an all girls school and theres a lot of people so its not like everyone knows everyone, even in my year(theres approx. 174 in my year alone, and theres 6 year groups at my school cos high school is 7-12 where i live) but some people know me ig cos i know a few girl who are more notable, im in the top class and i recdntly started sitting with a group that the popular girls call furries.

(theyre a pretty big group and popular girls hate them cos one or two of them are trans - ftm, ftnb etc, no mtf cos my lovely/s catholic school wouldnt let trans girls in- several of them are gay, a few of them are emo, most of them are poc's and a few of them dont have english as their first language. overall they are seen as the "weird kids" in my year)

so this rumour apparently is going around that i like a girl in my class(i absolutely do but if you havent noticed my school is hella hoomophobic and i could very well get beat) which js isnt ideal and is gonna lead to a lot of issues, especially if a lot of people start believing it so if you guys have any advice pls lmk. and its not like i can js get a fake bf and show him off cos its a GIRLS SCHOOL. if i reconnect with a friend from primary school tho we could pretend to be dating and like make a post on social media. but then kids at his school would find out and hed either have to tell them its fake(which would eventually find its way back to my school, and when i say eventually i mean immediately) or he couldnt get a girlfriend so that probs wouldnt work.

i know it sounds like im making a mountain out of a molehill but ive got years to go here and i dont want to spend all my high school years getting bullied bc even if i went to a teacher about it or smthing id have to like analyse them first and try to figure out which ones are homophobic or not.

like learning about why "being gay is a sin"(pretend im saying that really mockingly) is literally in our curriculum.

holy shit that was longer than expected.

no pressure tags: @wishiwereheather13 @loserboyfriendrjl @fracturedsunsets @chasingthemoony @stars-and-leather @starsofleo

thats all im doing idk how you guys can stand js copy and pasting moots over and over i cant do this i did the first six that came up and that seems like enough 🤷‍♀️

begun doing

going to do

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[thelaundrybitch]

I invade your ask box once again!

Can you give us reaction scenarios of the bayverse boys being flashed by their S/O out of the blue?

MY DEAREST!!!

I LOVE WHEN YOU SPARK SHENANIGANS!!!

Here you go, hope they're to your liking 🫶🏼

Mikey.

Mr Orange Crush will have no shame. 

His eyes are gonna just about propel themselves from his skull.

Followed by the biggest smile before he runs at you, scoops you up, and walks right into the bedroom.

Leaving lusty little kisses wherever he can land them on your skin, amidst whispers of promises to make you forget everything… except his name. 

Don.

He's gonna do a double-take.

He’ll be standing in the kitchen, leaning against the counter, coffee in one hand and his tablet in the other.

He’ll glance above his tablet at you, the same moment he takes a good-sized sip of coffee.

The sight causes him to drop his tablet and spew coffee out his nose.

Between choking and trying to wipe the mess from his face, he puts the coffee down on the counter and completely forgets about his tablet on the floor.

He hurries to you and is like, "Sunshine, you can't do that in the company of others," scolding you as he shuffles you back to his lab, his raging boner stuffed into your back. 

Raph.

He is going to choke on thin air.

Eyebrow ridge has met the ceiling.

Eyeballs have EXITED the building.

This man has ZERO POKER FACE.

Retrieving his jaw from the floor, he’s tripping over his own feet trying to get to you. 

His hands firmly on your waist, and mumbling incoherent gibberish while pushing you to his room.

The locked door is a bit of a moot point, however, because the whole lair can hear you singing praises through profanities, as you commend him for his undivided attention.

Leonardo.

Straight face.

Absolutely no reaction.

So you do it again

One eyebrow ridge will quirk along with one side of his mouth.

Arms crossed, legs shoulder width apart.

He's baiting you.

So you do it again.

And this time *he winks*

Clearly, you are not getting the reaction you want from him. This time, it's a flash with a bit of sensual touching.

Leonardo clears his throat, uncrosses his arms, and walks towards you with purpose.

Without missing a beat he stoops down so the lip of his shell meets your waist, and you are now in half over his shoulder.

He walks you down the hall and with a good slap on your ass he says in that smooth fucking voice of his, "Looks like I need to teach you some manners."

Before he brings you into his bedroom and absolutely fucks you into the mattress.

Please don't steal my work. Reblogging for others to enjoy is highly encouraged, though🤩

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[heartrender6]

most of the kuwei hate in this fandom is absolutely racially motivated and most of it is probably subconscious but i NEED to talk about this.

and not because i think people r thinking "i hate kuwei!! he's asian and i hate asians!!" tbh most anti asian racism on the internet goes way deeper than that.

basically, what i believe to be the most prominent type of racism against asians, especially on the internet, is stereotyping. specifically "uwu-ification." the east asian entertainment industry likes to paint asian people as cute, submissive and sweet because it markets disturbingly well to american audiences, and whether people mean to or not, they internalize it and it affects the way they think of asian people as a whole. This mostly happens to east and southeast asian women, but definitely a lot with men too, especially in more recent years with the whole yaoi culture thing (i fucking hated typing that) becoming more popular. simply put, it's fetishization.

so how does this relate to kuwei? well, when kuwei is introduced to us, and im not gonna dance around it— he is pretty stereotypically asian. he's shy, innocent, small, good at math/science and— you guessed it— no speaka engrish. leigh bardugo lays the perfect trap for fandom white girl weeaboos to gush over this guy. once i came across a modern au where kuwei's whole northern chinese-mongolian ass is a "shy japanese transfer student." i really wish i was making this up.

but then we find out that kuwei is actually a conniving little shit who is really quite terrible at science and spends all day making shitty drawings of his crush instead of doing math or wtv. The turning point where we are told this is the jesper kiss. This is the point where we find out kuwei is not the yaoi uwu baby we thought he was. and how does fuckin 2/3 of the fandom react?? hate. instant hate. If you search "i hate kuwei" on twitter there are tweets both defending and attacking him, but there is significantly more of the latter.

most of them claim to hate him for kissing jesper but like... jesper kissed him. He doesn't say anything because, in his own words, "we're all probably going to die anyway." does no one see how tragic that is?? he let his first (probably) kiss be taken by someone who he knew didn't even like him because he thought it would be the only one he'd ever get.

and yet the only thing people see is that he "got in the way" of wesper and he's evil. throughout the series kuwei is given no agency, and that's the point of his character. everyone on the planet treats him as a weapon or a bargaining chip. he gets tossed around like a rag doll and to white (or otherwise not asian) audiences, that makes him the perfect picture of a little asian cutie i almost vomited typing that holy shit. but the moments where he takes something for himself— insisting on going to ravka, kissing jesper back— that's what makes people hate him. and don't even get me started on the way people project their hatred onto the other crows, especially wylan. yall will act like wylan loathes kuwei with all his being. he doesn't!! wylan is not a hateful person and he always defends kuwei!! but nooo, kuwei sucks and he deserves it for daring to be a person instead of an idea.

and hey?? guess what?? kuwei was NEVER in the way of wesper. there was no love triangle. narratively speaking, there was never any threat that kuwei would end up with jesper instead of wylan. never ever. the kiss was literally only put there to create drama for wylan and jesper. we never even hear how kuwei feels about it. stop using that as an excuse to hate on kuwei when we can all see it's because you're subconsciously mad at an asian person not being nice.

also disliking kuwei does not automatically make you racist, im just saying a lot of hatred towards kuwei is rooted in racism.

tagging my fellow aapi moots (that i know of) because i wanna hear yalls thoughts on this! @hauntedacousticversiontv @dramaqueentruther

[theolivetree123]

Random facts abt Epel and Kira's relationship bc I must ramble

(Jeez I really need to start making ship intros again 😭😭😭)

Ace, Deuce, and Jack absolutely love to tease Epel abt his crush on Kira. They joke abt it practically every day, especially Ace. Epel always gets mad at them for it, but then proceeds to act like the most lovesick puppy when Kira texts him

Kira loves to pick up Epel, even if he hates it. Kira just loves having a tiny bestie (bf)

Kira and Epel facetime each other sometimes. When they do, they usually work out together, and Kira always cheers on Epel. Kira is basically Epels' personal cheerleader. She always tries to cheer up Epel and push him to work harder.

Kira knows that Epel is trans. He told her after about a month of them being friends, and Kira was automatically supportive. Now, she lets Epel vent abt his body dysmorphia and Kira sometimes gifts binders and gym equipment if he talked abt it during their many yap sessions.

Epel wants to take Kira to his hometown, but he's afraid of his grandmother thinking they're a couple and completely embarrassing him in front of Kira

Kira likes to wear dresses, and when she does, Epel completely folds

Rook loves to yap abt Epel and Kiras' relationship to the point that he observes the two and acts like they're the main couple in a romantic drama

These two are very "He asked for no pickles" energy, but Kira is the one who asked for no pickles

I STILL don't have a ship name for em my brain is empty 😭

Tagging moots: @lpendergast @jovieinramshackle @jadelover69 @prefectrose @moonyasnow @babyghoul138 @screamintoad @bunniehunn

[boba-beom]

MOABLR ASK BOX GAME!

HI! let's revive moablr in positive way!!!

Here's a game! Send these to moots or writers you look up to!!

1.) Who is an author on moablr you don't talk to but admire their works? Tag them! and what specific fics of theirs do you enjoy?

2.) who's a moablr moot of yours that you would like to talk to more?

3.) what's a trope you loveee to read and who does it the best? (In your opinion)

4.) who's themes and aesthetic's do you love the most?

5.) if you had to recommend one of your own fics to someone specific who would it be and what fic?

oooh omg okay this is so cute :> thank u for sending this to me hehe

1.) Who is an author on moablr you don't talk to but admire their works? Tag them! and what specific fics of theirs do you enjoy? okay so I've been really shy interacting but @apeachty and I recently read red-tinted and now I'm itching to work my way thru her mlist soon hehe. another talented writer that I've been shy to interact with LOL is @beomiracles. let me just guide you guys to her masterlist bc her writing is too good !!

2.) who's a moablr moot of yours that you would like to talk to more? so all my new mooties! @dawngyu — such a talented writer!! @luvsicktyun — literally seems so fun to talk to but IM SHY sm for being shy smiles @junnieverse — LITERALLY in love with their 'has tagged you in a post' series 🤭 @saejinniestar — so sweet already!!! and not new mootie but I see @biteyoubiteme thru our mutuals and her reblogs of fics on my dash (which also makes me want to read them too heh)

3.) what's a trope you loveee to read and who does it the best? (In your opinion) I love a lot of genres/tropes and I'll mention my top 3 fav genres/tropes because they deserve the love hehe: firstly, I have such a soft spot for subby boys and my beloved @fairyofshampgyu literally has a whole mlist of them, just chef's kiss honestly, but a personal fave is Not as tough as you look ! secondly, are long fics of strangers to lovers!! someone who executed that so well is @agustdiv1ne with ticket to nowhere (but your heart) literally forever in love with this fic. and third, roommates!aus I'm literally a SUCKER for those and I'm gonna have to put two down here I'm sorry. one is chulo by @koqabear, and the other is amazon wishlist by @tyunkus (I advice u guys to hop on that rn because it changed the trajectory of my life during my feral tyun brainrot days)

WAIT I’m adding one more and it’s just ANGST that’s always written so well and that’s by @niningtori I’m sorry but nini’s always got me crying and sometimes I just need a good cry 😭🫶🏼

4.) who's themes and aesthetic's do you love the most? MY LOVE @bambiihee LITERALLY NEVER MISSES!!! I've seen her do her themes and headers for her fics through all the blogs that she's had and they're so pretty. literally has me wanting to know how to make mine better hehe

5.) if you had to recommend one of your own fics to someone specific who would it be and what fic? I would recommend reading my airport crush series to those who haven't already 😼 because things are about to get juicy with the return of the series!

I'm literally such a yapper but I also have sm love for all these talented people on here it's crazy <33

[babyeater29]

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[oncewhenalongtimeago]

 Sorry, but I Think I Lost Your Plot

Pairing: Onesided!Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III x Modern!Fem!Reader

Words: 3,851

You’re stuck on Berk. You get by. (Httyd1)

Tags: Time Travel, Reader into Movieverse

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You groaned, stumbling back unsteadily as you got up onto your feet. Around you, bodies ran like stones tumbling at the bottom of a river, strangely clothed in leathers and furs, occasionally knocking into one another with the heavy pat of covered meat against metal.

You couldn’t help but to stare. Some of them, the ones that weren’t too busy marching to and fro down the path, stared back.

It was a long moment before you thought to remove your hand, which had been absentmindedly hovering against your sore ass, having been thrown quite suddenly and roughly onto smooth, uneven wooden planking. 

“Uh, Hello?” You muttered half to yourself as you looked quickly up and down, continuing to ogle at horned helmets and worn, sewn boots, wrinkling your nose as the strong smell of manure and musk assaulted your senses. You felt, in that moment, as if you had landed in some obscure renfaire full of terribly scented bodybuilders. 

Your shoes sounded almost hollowly against the path as you wandered, your limbs feeling quite suddenly weighty, your forehead stuffed with cotton, hobbling through small openings between pale, thick, freckled and scarred shoulders.

You might have called it difficult to weave through the bustling crowd if you hadn’t been so taken with the sight- Houses with tiled rooves in the curved shape, long enough to touch the ground and make the need for side walls moot, racks of weapons of the medieval type, all ball, chain, spike and blade with handles dull enough to be called worn, scratched enough to be called more of a utility than a piece of decor.

The smell of the sea had the hairs of your nose standing on end, tingling as if they were being brushed past, salt startling your sense in the same way another might have been startled if something sour had just been sprinkled on your tongue, muscle and cartilage contracting and pulling.

You ambled, your shoulders pulling in on themselves, your hands growing nearer to your middle. 

You stumbled past what looked to be a large set of men carrying what looked like a large pillar of something.

You were knocked back to attention by a gruff shout- at someone, at you, at everyone in the path- You’d almost missed it, even as they swept past you, large chests of hairy-armed men carrying up a huge pillar way above your line of sight, thicker than your middle, enough to crush you twice over. 

You wondered if that was safe. If this was a renfaire, that kind of play should definitely have been made illegal.

It took you what was probably much too long to cow and to decide, finally, that now was the time to ask for directions. After a moment, you settled on a woman who seemed generally well-mannered, Minding a set of full crates in a large cart with furrowed brows, still enough for you to catch her attention easily, until the people around you, all fast and carrying heavy loads.

She had red hair tightly pulled into what might have been a bun except its coil was not made out of simply twisted hair but also a set of small, simple braids. Her shoulders were broad, and way above her helmet lay, horns incredibly large and anchoring, the rim of metal around her forehead and above harshly glinting light where her form blocked out all else.

As you approached, you were slightly intimidated by the way she towered over your nervous mold.

“Excuse me,” You started anxiously, “Where am I? Do you know?”

Chapped lips parted.

You stared, quite emptily at that, thoughts absent as if your mind had stalled itself with the expectation that it would soon be filled with cargo, or as if it was an empty cup, sitting prime on a shiny countertop just waiting to be filled.

Her words lacked an immediacy of comprehension that had you, at first, despite the moving of her mouth, you were sure that she had not yet spoken, mouthing things you both heard and did not hear, muddled things which left you waiting for sound to meet your ears, for vowels to form a din you might be able to decipher. 

You assumed at first that she had an accent. However, as her tongue rolled over ‘r’s and ‘y’s in a way that seemed abhorrently organized, unfamiliar yet pointed in that way that all people did when deeply entrenched and invested in the preferred method of communication, with a dread that grew heavily in your gut, weighty and slogging, you realized that perhaps your issue lay not in the fact that her words were nonsensical but with the fact that you could not understand them at all.

Berk... You’d found its name out in the night as the hearty seaside village had been suddenly and violently attacked by a loud entourage of angry, fire-breathing reptiles and all of the puzzle pieces you’d unwittingly collected had finally fallen back into place. 

You lamented over it as you took unsteady steps forwards, feeling to constant, smooth shifting over weight along your shoulders as if you were being blown along the wind. Beneath hewn, knotted fabrics and fur, your muscles strained. It was only a small load and yet it’d still given you some trouble.

Your arrival and integration had been somewhat seamless. There were so many people on Berk that it hadn’t been hard to blend in, not after the initial confusion, especially not after you’d lost your odd garb, all semi-bright and too-evenly-dark colors and modern textile. 

Tickling along your arms dispute the fact that you knew it had never once touched there. It was nearly unbearable- you dropped your load, a smooth-to-the-touch set of newly repaired wooden oars.

The long handles settled with a thick wooden clatter against the ribbed tile set along one of the many strong house walls lining the wood pathway.

You brushed the bottom hem of your tunic, shaking your shoulders out in a way that was both purposeful and compulsive, your muscles twinging as if you’d just been shivering.

Your palms brushed flat against scratchy cloth as you grunted, brows furrowing so deeply you could feel them, frustrated as you struggled to clear away invisible dust. You knew, objectively, that nothing was there, however you couldn’t help but to feel it, having walked through a very wide spider web, phantom strings tickling along your nerves. 

After landing, you had, of course, spent some time panicking as the lines between what you thought had been fiction and reality had blended together. It was hard, though, to concentrate on much else besides the dragons when your life was in mortal danger. 

After a short run in with homelessness, a couple living by the grazing fields had been kind enough to take you into their stables. You’d been fed and clothed and eventually, you had been taught their language. You’d been helped along just enough to get your sea legs, to become steady enough to pay them back in kind. In effect, you were their live-in maid, but you supposed things could have been worse, so you were quite fine with that.

You huffed.

You thought you would have been less irritated if you could have just worn a pair of trousers. The feeling would be gone if you’d been able to take the offending article off- it would have never been there in the first place, or, well, you didn’t think it would have lasted so long had the tickling edges of heavy fabric hadn’t been teasing the place just above your knees. It was an idea that often left your generous hosts disgruntled, but they weren’t your parents.

The act of skirt-wearing was mostly performative, at least from what you’d gathered, given that most of the women on this island wore pants underneath and heavy layers of wrappings and furs throughout.

You scuffed your boots against the wooden pathways, aching arms twinging. It was an abhorrently empty day, cold and misty, hard to see through as the bulk of the village off in their huts or in the hall. It was just as well, too- there was no one around to witness your misery.

Initially appreciative, you’d taken to your new, schoolless life with gusto. You had more pressing things to worry about, after all, like not dying.

Unfortunately, you weren’t very good at any of the jobs you tried. You couldn’t fight, as you discovered after many days spent being smacked onto your ass with a wooden sword, but you were a decent delivery girl and an alright shepherd, shiphand and maid.

It was all enough to keep your head barely above water. It was a lot harder than you’d thought it would be, living on Berk. You did a lot for very little, but that’s just the way life was there, it seemed. 

You thought you might be able to handle it if it wasn’t for one thing… Or maybe two.

When your hands grew restless, when your eyes drooped, or even worse yet, when you were wide awake and bored as you often were, when there was nothing to do but think about doing, you thought about home. And, very quickly thereafter, after you’d gotten over the ‘missing’s and the ‘aching’s, there came the pressing realization that, if you’d ever gotten home, you were already part way through the school year. The thought of having to do it all over again gave you the hives. And the worst thing about it all?

There was no internet. It was awfully boring with no internet. 

Shaking yourself free from your mourning, you stretched your arms high into the air, feeling the light, satisfying pulling of muscles, a high-pitched, nearly-squealed groan leaving your mouth from a place high in your throat. 

As you relaxed, blinking wearily, drowsily, you admired the darkening sky, feeling a light chill run down your back. 

There was always the question of what to do moving forwards. 

Through all of your mis and fortune, after a long time spent deliberating, by which you meant not much time at all, you settled into the unwavering decision to mind your own business.

The plot would continue on as it should and, well, you didn’t want to mess with it any, did you? 

With an absent hand and now only slightly protesting shoulders, you tipped the oars over from where they were leaning, trying to leverage them back onto your shoulder, eyeing the deserted path forwards. It wouldn't do to linger, especially this late. 

You heard the occasional clatter and the pound of something which told you that you must not have been the only person in the area. You couldn’t make out much though, not even a single bend.

The path forwards was unclear, the mist and fog having only gotten thicker since the last time you’d looked it over. It was nearly ominous. You weren’t afraid, yet… It felt like the kind of thing that needed to be broken.

“Hopefully there’s some stew left at home,” You hummed, wobbling unsteadily forward, nearly losing your balance along the way.

You shook your head, not at all minding your way. 

It hit you suddenly, roughly- you wheezed pitifully as something slammed into your whole upper body and knocked against your forehead, hitting you with such a violence that you felt as if you were a large bell that had been roughly rung.

You stumbled back, startled, the slightly loose toe of your boot catching against wood grain, the long poles slipping from your hands, burning the sensitive skin of your palms.

In that moment, you only registered one thing- what ran into was alive and very gawkily boy-shaped.

Treaded leather scraped against your ankles through fabric in what must have been a misguided effort to brake as the both of you fell messily to the floor. 

Thin wood clattering against wood, though all you could really focus on was the way your knees stuck as they scraped against wood and the way grain felt against your palms as you struggled to get up. 

“Sorry,” The boy said tersely, clumsily as he attempted to gather his effects, a worn old journal and a long charcoal stick. 

You just rubbed at your head, squinting dazedly as you felt something slightly wet well against one part of your hand where you’d borne the brunt of your fall, pressing it against your skirt as you ogled.

“It’s, uh, It’s fine,” You stuttered weakly as the boy tore off, waving your hands out in front of you, pushing back up onto your feet. 

Jerk.

You didn’t know it until later, but that was your first meeting with Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third.

You squeaked making a noise like a strangled animal as the top of your head slammed into something heavy and wooden. 

Your fingers were dusty where they’d just grazed over dirt, slightly black where charcoal had rubbed off into your fingerprints. Your eyes were closed tight, fingers clenching around a thin block of leather and dappled paper, said piece of charcoal lodged in the space between palm and book spine.

“Here,” You said, after you’d gathered your bearings, feeling a smidgen embarrassed, “Found it sitting on one of the boulders… by the bridge. The, uh, the rock in front of the…”

The rock by the cliffs, slightly sandy, where the wind blew the strongest and the smell of the sea was thick. The rock by the docks. 

You weren’t sure whether or not to feel proud of your rhyme. You thought you might settle on ‘awkward.’ 

After a long period of silence, staring into startled green eyes, you decided that not saying it would be a measure better than saying it. You still felt quite clever for thinking it up, though.

You slipped the notebook over the counter quietly, unable to really hear the sound of leather sliding against wood over the sound of men making merry and working in the back, shouting to and fro.

You peered up over the Forge counter from where you’d, again, slipped.

You pointedly ignored your head as the ache still rang, the feeling spreading over itself like thick honey.

In front of you was one Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, whose eyes were still wide. 

His shoulders were clearly visible, missing his usual brown coat, or, well, the coat you assumed he always wore- it’d been prevalent enough on screen, anyhow- and very, a-little-bit loose. His hands were on the counter before him, his fingers dancing lightly along the edge, the middles of his palms anchored to the ledge, the one opposite to the side you’d jostled just a moment before. His mouth pursed so that no lip was visible, all hidden behind a stiff line. 

You shifted, feeling slightly chilled as if it was much darker than it was, feeling as if you could feel the smell dew and the sound of crickets instead of the weight of a dandy morning sun across your back, and as if instead of staring into the face of a boy, you were looking right at the stiff body of something nearly roadkill, frozen in the icy night -a deer, perhaps.

In the silence, the one between the two of you, that didn’t include any of the bumbling, heavy-shouldered clattering coming from the back of the forge or the disjointed, clumsy, distracted humming of a rough voice in the back, you felt something grow stiffly in your gut, an unsurety that grew stronger the longer you waited. 

“It is yours, right?” You hesitated, knowing that if you didn’t break the silence, the spell- something else would have broken it for you, and you’d rather it not be whoever was shifting around in the back. 

“I saw some of the drawings in it,” A blueprint of something with a lot of knives, some chicken scratch, what looked like a cannon, “They were nice.”

“I- I well, ah-” The boy startled again, shoulder jumping hastily.

“I didn’t mean to look,” You corrected hastily, not quite sure what to do with your hands- should you point, or scratch your neck or brush down your skirts or hold them at your waist? You settled for nothing and all of them, hand hovering in between motions, jerking- “But it was open, and no one was around, and I thought I ought to return it.” 

He shut his mouth very quickly. 

You waited for him once again, the silence now his to break. 

You could feel your eyes darting around though you felt frozen in a much similar manner. There didn’t seem to be anything out of the ordinary- you had to wonder, then, if there was something wrong with you? Was that why he wasn’t speaking?

You knew you still had an accent. You were a little self conscious about it.

“...Thanks.” The boy -Hiccup- said awkwardly, after a while. He looked constipated. Maybe he was.

Your beating heart felt as if it had stopped at that moment. You acted quickly.

“Well, okay. Bye,” You said as you got up, brushing the dust off your knees. You wore a skirt today. 

You moved quickly, too fast to be called walking yet not fast enough to be called a run or a jog, your strides still pulled too close together to bring you over any real distance.

You couldn't help but to look at him oddly as you left, making a beeline across the clearing. Even as you turned your back, you kept an eye back on the forge counter. It was an awkward position to hold for sure, yet you couldn’t break your eyes away, a little confused by the whole encounter. 

Hopefully you’d be able to find cover in the crowds- if you didn’t run into anyone first. You nearly did, checking shoulders with the corner of a crate, the place point met skin stinging, the eyes of the lady holding it nearly more so.

You regretted picking up the journal. It probably would have been fine left well enough alone.

You’d never been the most observant. 

But Hiccup… He was kind of weird. 

You caught him staring a lot. Many times, many places. It was very convenient, to the point where you thought he might’ve been orchestrating it.

You brushed it off, however. You’d barely shared more than a few words, after all, so why would he?

Once you put your mind to it, it was very easy to ignore.

The grasses here were long and damp, enough to nearly soak through your leggings and to tickle skin through tough fabric. It shifted gently around your waist and ankles as draconic wings beat above, sending gusts of wind down your way.

You stood still at the base of a hill, both your hands gripping at the thin metal hand of a pail of water, sore fingers aching protesting loudly as it dug into your joints and sent tremors up your arms. 

Your pail knocked at the place just below your knees with one bottom edge. Hanging from the side, also dampening the longer end of your skirt, were two sopping wet rags of a muddy color.

You were sure the dirt by your feet had turned to mud by now, slick and grainy as the offending bucket dripped water down into it and around your feet, causing your soles to sink slightly into the ground and for you to feel ever so slightly more unsteady, as if you might slip even though you hadn’t moved a muscle for a short while.

The wind billowed your sleeves and made you feel hollow and bare, dancing its way up then and down your shirt, brushing past skin. You frowned, though not with displeasure. Not as you stared up at the Chief's house, standing large and proud, decorated with dull color and many carved patterns. 

You stumbled across this moment by accident, watching as Vikings crowded around Hiccup enthusiastically, giving him their congratulations as he steadied himself on his new leg

It strung something familiar in you. Animated shapes and tawny shading, pink sunsets and a small, ugly portrait scratched into dirt, a nice, blue say and something brave said, a shocking thing and a new leg- you remembered this bit from the end of the first movie. 

If you recalled it correctly, Astrid was supposed to punch Hiccup in the shoulder… Then they were supposed to kiss.

You had to squint, bobbing your head to the side slightly, your nose wrinkled. You felt something- it was a small thing, a spark of delight crackling through a point in your chest as you caught a glimpse of straw hair then the whole head, both very yellow and sort of tame, a patchwork of blondes streaking down her scalp in a way that reflected light in a special way when she stood clearly in the sun. 

You kept watching even as the strongly blowing wind made your eyes feel slightly dry, doing your best to keep them open until you couldn’t. Then you felt a tad ruffled as they were forced to flutter.

There it was- You waited as she walked up to him, shoulder rearing back, dull metal shoulderguard folding back, the flattest part of her fist knocking into Hiccup’s shoulder.

You grinned as he reeled back, rubbing his arm. 

You couldn’t make out any real details, too far away to make out any hard details, mouths blurry and eyebrows impossible to see, but you could tell who was who- you could make out the way Astrid leaned forwards, the way people shifted, but then- something weird happened, then.

Your smile flagged slightly.

You found that instead of looking at her, you and Hiccup met eyes. 

The other Vikings are too occupied with each other to notice, you thought.

You couldn’t help but to feel a little confused. Bewildered- astonished. 

You considered him, stiff shoulders under his fur coat and tunic, as if under trance, feeling both transparent and unknowing.

The moment -nearly a trace- was broken but a second later as Hiccup stumbled forwards, the large hand of the Chief having roughly clapped him over the back, forcing him to stumble forwards. You couldn’t see anyone anymore- not anyone important, but, well, that didn’t matter.

You followed his example soon after -the attention-breaking one, that is- sighing and turning to look down over the rest of Berk.

You were careful not to trip. You usually did, coming along this slope. You should get going- you had to. You still had chores to do. You still had laundry.

 You couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed. It would have been cool to be a part of something so monumental- something interesting enough to be shown on screen, even if you were just a part of the background. It couldn’t be helped. 

Whether or not Hiccup got a kiss wasn’t important and in the end it had nothing to do with you. 

You were just thankful that the raids were over

By the time he looked back down, you were gone.

[wedriftlikelonelyplanets]

WIP Wednesdayyyyyy

(Last lines game, really!)

Another week, another tag game! Please share your last sentence; or, if you don’t have one, share a plot bunny or idea! (OR sketch for your artwork!)

Was tagged by @thelettersfromnoone THANK YOU I APPRECIATE IT SO MUCH WHEN YOU TAG ME IN THIS STUFF BECAUSE I GET TO GO STUPID AND FERAL

Get A Grip Before My Dog is Loose (Lestappen, Vampire!Max AU)

And then there’s a smile curling across Max’s face, predatory and sharp, as he tosses his phone to the side, direct attention turned on Charles. It’s too much. Too much and not enough all at the same time. “You want it?” He asks, his voice low, head tilted. “You want me to chase you? Pin you down? Make you take it?” doesn’t hold back the chuckle escapes as Charles flushes darker, and nods the affirmative. 

Small Talk, Big Love (Charlos, D/s (BDSM) divorce fic) (this is still a working title) Tag Here

Somewhere between Vegas last year, and Australia this year, they lose themselves. Somewhere in that long stretch of time, everything changes. Carlos a little harsher, Charles a little sharper, and Carlos doesn’t know if it’s intentional, or if Charles just can’t help himself. Too competitive, too driven, too willing to push to win that he’ll push everything else away. 

I'm so Lonely and You're the Only One That Knows Me (Landoscar, the negotiation fic)

Lando swats his hand away, gently, picks up the mug himself, tests the heat of the ceramic against his palm before bringing the cup cautiously to Oscar’s lips. It’s a repeat of the action from last night, Lando’s fingers coming up to cup the back of his neck, tilt his head back, tilts the mug, and Oscar takes a small sip, and then another, of the coffee. Warm slide of it settling somewhere in his chest 

Leaving Me Just When I Thought You Were Mine (Charlos, A/B/O with non-traditional dynamics)

Sometimes, he doesn’t know when it became more than just him panting after Charles like a bitch in heat, and instead, him feeling something stronger, stronger, deeper, like some loyalty that’s been instilled into him, like Charles collared him and called him his own. 

ANNND last but not least because I need you all to get snippets of it, I love this one so much and it's kinda been on the backburner for my Landoscar series and also the Charlos Divorce Fic (and NOW the vampire max fic)

The Lestappen Warped Tour AU (Lestappen, Warped Tour 2005)

Charles goes on stage wearing one of Max’s shirts, baggy on him and smelling like Max, and paired with his too-tight skinny jeans, Max wants to devour him. Pulls him off stage the instant Lake Despair's set is done, and they navigate their way through a crush of people. In the first quiet corner they find alone, Max licks at the sweat trickling down his neck, before sucking a mark into his collarbone so that everyone can see that Charles is his.

I don't have a world of people to tag so I'll tag the few followers I have that are writers. No pressure for anyone, I love you all the same. @foggieststars @tommybuckleys ...god i need more friends who are writing WIPs because i feel weird tagging people that i'm not moots with

ANYHOW love u all have a good time

[i-am-vita]

Someone Looking for You (pt. 1)

👉 Previously: Someone Who Loves You

Bogard x Ghost Rose Oc (afabReader)

+2,000 words

👉 My Masterlist, Oc Ghost Rose Masterlist, Scruffy Bogard Inspiration, Bogard's Sexy Spy Wife Headcanons

Sorry I haven't been as active as before in the fandom. Got a new job and a flu barely two weeks in, started some character design classes, went to a Dia de Muertos weekend to Michoacan (to foreigners, the place where Pixar went to look at for Coco) and came back with a stomach infection... I swear I've been back a officing for a month and a half and already went to the doctor three times.

But more importantly, I reached 100 followers in October and didn't realized!!!

I noticed I had some new followers here and there but never thought to look up the numbers. Thank you so much, people, for choosing me, even with my inconsistency. Have the first part of Some Who Loves You next chapter as a little treat. I've had it started for a while but unsure of how to proceed. Maybe some peer presure helps.

Moots and interested people I remember: @fanaticsnail @jintaka-hane @cinnbar-bun @gingernut1314 (look how swiftly I play around that new Tumblr rule of not letting you tag more than five people in a row) @writingmysanity @feral-artistry @indydonuts @since-im-already-here

Summary: After your night together weeks ago, Bogard is set to find you and uncover the mystery of your identity. Could you really be the love he thought lost all those years ago? Warnings: Scruffy Bogard. Swearing. Hidden identity. Regular canon violence. Expect: They Have History. Lovers to Strangers to Lovers. Use of You, not Y/N. Change of pov. FemOcReader, fem pronouns. Probably better English, but don't hold your breath. I've been subjected to testing crappy Visual Novels for a month and a half. My time tenses may be worst than ever.

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His footsteps were hardly the only noise in the lively nightlife of this island.

Cantinas and dance clubs filled the main street with music and laughter. Their patrons too busy to pay attention to the solitary scruffy man in the brown overcoat wandering the night, aiming his time.

Any other time, Bogard would be eager to be back in his room for the night, get rid of these street clothes, shave the scruff off of his face and report back to his superiors after a good night of sleep.

It hadn’t been like any other time since that night.

The night he was ailed by that damn cheap interrogation serum. When you stayed to nurse him and, eventually, helped him bear the side effects with your body. Only to wake up the next day alone with a small note of yours. The calligraphy style too similar to that of the notes from his lost love he still kept. Read and reread so many times over the years he could recognize the lines and letters like the palm of his hand.

Hope flooded his heart.

That dreadful emotion had been crushed years ago when he accepted his one and only love was lost to him forever. Bogard had buried himself in work, focused only in his career at the marine and serving along Garp. His leisure time was occupied in activities to engage in logic rather than indulge his feelings.

If a need arose, he took care of it with promptness and no attachment. And if his eye catched a likeness to the one he had lost… then maybe he could indulge himself after all.

Until he had entered that bar one night and you were there.

The alluring new guard of The Contact.

How had he wished for you to turn around and let him see your face. To be just a regular man getting in a bar, free to revel in the company of a beautiful stranger, instead of an undercover marine agent meeting with one of the most notorious intel dealers in the Grand Line.

By some chance, his wish was granted and his properly ordered life was shattered.

He had gone to a graphologist to analyze the written notes and see if it was possible to be from the same person. The expert told him that, despite the similarities in the calligraphy style, there were details that suggested they still could have been written by different people. The inclination of letters, some twirls here and there.

That specific style was popular years ago among the young women of society. It only proved that both women had similar upbringing and were taught by private tutors during the same period of time.

To the expert it wasn’t much, but to Bogard it was everything. Because to him it couldn’t be a coincidence. Not after that night and how you were with him.

Oh, he had come to question his sanity over the last weeks.

Wondering if he was just so desperate for sincere affection and connection that he was projecting his longing for his lost love in an unsuspecting woman who happened to show him more kindness than he was used to from a one time lover.

Both you and her memory deserved better than that.

He thought he would see you again soon and confirm or deny his suspicions. Bogard didn’t know which he preferred.

The next reunion with The Contact came and he couldn’t find a trace of you after the meeting.

While he and your boss discussed and exchanged intel about the group trafficking with those serums that were after them the last time and how to take them out, his eyes kept returning to your figure standing guard at the bar. Long hair falling down your back, a dark dress encasing your seductive figure, your face turned away from his insisting gaze…

After the meeting, he stood from his seat and looked over for the last time, but you weren’t there anymore.

He didn’t know what he was expecting. For you to leave your spot and run into his arms?

Another meeting came next week.

Bogard arrived some minutes earlier and he could swear he saw a feminine figure slipping away into the darkest shadows of the bar, where he didn’t have a good sight.

You were avoiding him.

Damn it.

That night, Bogard had been reluctant for you to stay to aid him with the side effects of the serum, but you had and offered the comfort of your body. He knew he had lost control at some point, too gone in the aphrodisiac’s effects.

Had he done something to hurt you or offend you after all?

Were you mad at him? Did you regret that night?

What was he supposed to do now? Ask the Phantom Captain for an introduction like he was a suitor looking to court you?

If he had actually known his interlocutor, Bogard may have realized that’s what your boss was half expecting for you two to do since the first moment he caught the longing gazes. Your reluctance to speak of your feelings was getting on everybody's nerves.

Something had to be done about you two before the careful plan the Phantom Captain and Garp had been brewing for months was ruined.

Bogard was so deep in thought walking back to his safe room after that second meeting it took him several minutes to realize he was being followed until his assailants were almost on him.

Just regular thugs with no training or special abilities.

The five men ambushed him, two of them aiming to immobilize him. Bogard had those unconscious on the floor in a few seconds.The other three were tricky, but he had one’s arm in a lock with a hand before the other two could react.

All of a sudden, both assailants fell to the floor, holding their knees and screaming in pain. Sharp blades pierced their joints and then flew back towards a dark alley.

Bogard threw the man he was holding to the floor and ran to the alley finding nothing, but a sweet flowery and fruity fragrance in the air.

Were you following him on your own volition or your boss’ orders?

Did you care for the intel he had to deliver or himself?

He needed to get to you and third was the charm.

Tonight, all his enhanced senses were keen on the presence following him in the street. It took all his will to not turn around to try to find you among the crowd of night goers.

He had to time it just right.

Tonight, you will be in his arms again.

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You just wanted to make sure he was safe.

Those smugglers were still on the run and some had seen him. Even if they didn’t know Bogard’s real identity, he may have become a target. They may still have some of that interrogation serum. Even after you and your crew managed to track them that night and take down their lair with most of their supply.

You had asked your crewmate Meg, an expert perfumer and chemistry, more about those cheap serums and it had left you livid. If you hadn't been there to… treat Bogard’s ailment, it would have been much worse to him. He could have hurt himself; wander outside, lost in the pain and frenzy, and hurt someone else.

It was a matter of the common good.

Vice Admiral Garp had the means and connections to guide Marine resources to take down those smugglers. Bogard was their main contact with Garp. He needed to be protected.

That was all.

The fact he was the man you had loved and almost married in your youth was minor. You had burned that bridge when you decided to put his well being over yours and ran away from your engagement.

He was about to reject a most excellent promotion to stay with you, not knowing that his promising career was the only reason your family had allowed your relationship. Your brown-noser of a stepfather would lose his opportunity of having a well connected son in law.

You were ready to postpone your engagement with Bogard until he was better established in his career, and you still wanted to go to university. There was no need to rush and lose opportunities when you had the rest of your lives to be together. Until you discovered your stepfather scheming to get rid of your beloved and marry you off to some marine Captain that best suited his ambitions.

Accidents happened and even the most promising young officers could fall in the line of duty and nobody would be the wiser.

At 18 years old, with a mother that would agree it was better for you to just call off your engagement and go with your stepfather’s plan of finding you a better suitor, and no other adult close or well-off enough to ask for help, you couldn’t find a better solution than to run from home.

You broke his heart.

You knew you had to.

You were cruel in your break up, publicly enough so your family were sure you hadn’t run away together when he accepted his commission overseas. You also had to be sure Bogard wouldn’t look for you when he came back and you weren’t there anymore.

The heartbreak had been agonizing, but it had to be done. No matter how misguided your actions were, you wouldn’t tolerate being a puppet of your family and any harm coming to the young man you loved.

No matter the pain, both of you would be fine and thrive on your own.

It had to be enough.

Or it had been until Bogard had walked in that bar and you discovered it was him and Vice Admiral Garp whom your captain had been intel dealing with this whole time.

And now all the operation could be at stage because you couldn’t stop thinking about that night.

Been able to be near him again.

Talk to him, touch him, nurse him. And then more…

You had hidden from his sight every meeting since then. Fearing to be unable to hide your real feelings. To run into his arms and uncover yourself.

But your feelings were not important.

His safety was.

That’s why you had followed him every night after, assisted him when he was attacked, and ensured he arrived safely to his destination before you went back to your crew’s safehouse.

That’s why you were here this night, following him through the night crowd…

Bogard stopped abruptly in his walk, looking intently at some point ahead of him and then walked to an adjacent street.

Well, fuck.

Who had he spotted that had made him change his route like that?

You ran to the crosswalk while surveying the street, but nobody else seemed to be on his chase. The sight of his brown overcoat turning a corner ahead indicated you of his path. Your own black long coat fluttered in the air as you ran to keep up with your pursuit of him.

As you turned the corner you found yourself running right into a tight embrace. Momentum spun you in half a circle while strong arms surrounded your smaller form and brought you against a firm torso. A swift hand halted yours from reaching to your knives’ pouch tied to your thigh.

“Forgive me. I know I deserve it, but I would rather not be stabbed tonight,” Bogard murmured in your ear, sending shivers down your back.

“Rick…” you sigh his name unconsciously, completely taken by surprise.

“You’re very hard to catch.” His grip on you relaxed, but his arm remained around your waist, anchoring you to him and warmth of his body.

His hand raised yours to deposit a soft kiss on your palm.

“To catch… Did you set me up?!”

"I needed to see you."

"You had seen me."

"You know what I mean." A gasp escaped your lips at the intensity of his gaze.

It took you several seconds to realize you weren’t wearing your lace mask and Bogard was able to see your full face. Even with the illusion over your real facial features and skin tone, you felt almost naked under the scrutiny of his eyes.

Oh, no, what had you let yourself fall into?

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[sicdios]

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