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Could you do fic for Carlisle Cullen with wife reader? It was his day off and they were just doing domestic things. Like, taking a walk in the park, having a date. It was rare that he was taking a break but he felt that he was not spending enough time with his mate and he missed her. Add anything you want. Just something fluff and cute. Lots of kisses and hugs. Bonus : The Cullen's kids appearance. Thanks!! :))

A Day Off (Carlisle Cullen X Vampire!Wife!Reader)

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Summary: Feeling like he hasn’t spent enough time with you lately, your husband Carlisle takes a day off of work to do his favorite things with you. 

A/N: i have a fic kinda like this, but carlisle’s hot so im ok with writing another similar one lol. For silly plot reasons, pretend twilight takes place in the 2010s instead of the 2000s

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“Emmett, get down here! You’re gonna be late for school!”

“Don’t worry, Y/n,” Alice said. “We’ll get there on time.”

“Sorry.” Emmett rolled his eyes as he ran down the stairs. “I slept in late.”

“How could you sleep in late? You don’t even sleep.”

Carlisle laughed at the conversation between you and Emmett. You were rounding up the kids, ready to send them on their way to school, while he was up in his office finishing up some last-minute things before he had to go to work. He listened as you said goodbye to the five vampires, getting responses in return before the door to the garage shut. Then, you made your way up to Carlisle’s office.

“Come in.” He said before you even had to knock. He looked up to see you leaning against the open door’s frame, smiling at him fondly. “Hi.”

“Hi.” You pushed off the doorframe and walked around the desk. Carlisle turned his chair so he’d keep facing you. “Shouldn’t you be heading off to work?”

He sighed. “I suppose.” You stood between your husband’s open legs, taking his face into your hands. He relaxed into your touch and closed his eyes.

It had been a while since you and Carlisle had been alone together during the day. Sunny days were rare in Forks, and being the best doctor around from centuries of experience, his presence was always needed at the hospital. Especially with the recent ‘bear’ attacks.

“See you tonight?” Your voice brought Carlisle out of the trance that you had put him in. Despite both of you being ice cold, you always made him feel so warm. 

Carlisle nodded. “Of course.” You looked at each other for a moment, reveling in the silence and privacy you rarely had. “I love you.”

You grinned, leaning down to kiss him. “Forever and eternity?”

“Forever and eternity.”

Soon after that, you left his office and went back downstairs. Carlisle leaned back in his chair, tapping a simple rhythm on his desk. God, how he missed you.

Suddenly, he grabbed his phone. He quickly dialed a number and put the device to his ear.

“Hi, Denise. It’s Dr. Cullen.” He said. “I’m afraid I’m going to have to call out of work for today. Family things.”

After the quick conversation, Carlisle hung up the phone and headed downstairs. He found you curled up on the couch with a book.

“What are you reading?”

“One of Edward’s books.” You answer, looking up to see Carlisle looking at you curiously and lovingly, a look he always had for you. “Don’t worry, it was mine first. Heading off to work?”

“Actually…” Carlisle rounded the couch, and you sat up to make some room for him. “I decided to take a day off.”

You looked at him with some shock. As far as you could recall, Carlisle only took time off work when the sun came out so you and your family wouldn’t expose yourselves to the humans. “Really?”

As Carlisle settled on the couch, he gently pulled you to lean against him. “I’ve realized we haven’t been able to spend much time together lately. And I missed you.”

“Aw, I’ve missed you too, darling.” You gave Carlisle a peck on the lips, but when you pulled away, he cupped the back of your neck to kiss you deeper and longer. You wrapped your arms around his neck, keeping your thumb between the pages of your book so you wouldn’t lose your place. Carlisle’s cold but firm hands held you close to him. You only pulled away when you felt breathless, which really meant something, considering you didn’t need to breathe. “I missed that too.” You said with a giggle.

“Well, there’s more where that came from.”

Carlisle spent the next few hours reading your book to you while you lay in between his legs and on his chest. You loved the sound of his soothing voice as he absentmindedly stroked your arm. Every now and then, he kissed your head, cheek, hand, really anywhere he could reach. 

When he finished the book, he set it on the coffee table and wrapped his arms around you. “What would you like to do now?” He asked.

“Hmm…” You hummed, trying to think. “Well, usually around this time, I put on a show.”

Carlisle reached for the TV remote and handed it to you with a kiss on your cheek. You turned the television on and scrolled through until you found a show that you had been wanting to watch. 

“Pretty Little Liars.” Carlisle read the title. “Sounds interesting.”

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“We’re home!” Emmett yelled as he and his siblings exited the garage, even though you and Carlisle could hear their cars pulling in. He jumped onto the other end of the couch, bouncing you and Carlisle slightly. “What are we watching?”

“Pretty Little Liars,” Carlisle answered. “It’s… interesting, to say the least.”

“Who’s she making out with?” Emmett asked, pointing at the screen.

“Oh, that’s her teacher.” You respond nonchalantly.

“Her what?!”

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Aaand we have returned to the madness on a larger scale! What are these cats up to...

#sighh #i know i've been away from dash sim posting for a while #was dealing with my last few days of school #but #that is Over Now #i can return to fulfilling everyone's need for Warrior Cats But Tumblr

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PLEASE stop talking about the most recent TTDV slates without spoilers, it hasn't made its rounds to ShadowClan yet and I don't want to know what's going to happen before I read it!!!!

#ttdv discussion #ttdv:rp #through the desert vast #ttdv: rattlesnake path #ttdv #through the desert vast: rattlesnake path #especially since i heard the newest slates have seafowl in them a lot #he's my specialest guy...

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I think the worst thing about no longer being a Clan cat is that a lot of the time I have no idea what y'all over there are talking about. What is TTDV?

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TTDV stands for Through the Desert Vast. It's a new slate series everyone's going bee-brained over... I haven't read it yet because I prefer for a series to be finished before reading, but I've heard good things. Queer rep within the first couple chapters of the first slate-set, a non-traditional setting and cast (a rogue group living in the desert), and complex characters... needless to say I'm excited for when it finishes and I can read it!

#it's been on my to-read list for a while #maybe this is a sign #it seems pretty cool #ttdv

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In honor of Through the Desert Vast becoming popular, I've decided to make a rock-dye project on all of the main characters. Today's character is... Seafowl!

Unfortunately I don't have the right paints to portray him accurately (I haven't been able to find any white herbs for his patches, but I'm still on the lookout!) but this is mostly accurate to how he is described in the slates.

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Pssst... @s3afow1s--sc0wl

#eeeek! seafowl! #i looove him so much... my precious boy... #art #ttdv #ttdv seafowl #thanks for the tag!

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Aahhhh I've finally gotten into TTDV and... NOBODY was gonna tellme that one of the characters is heavily implied to be transfem? Nobody thought I'd find this interesting????

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SCRATCH THAT. IT'S CANON. PIT VIPER IS CANONICALLY TRANS.

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I had wondered if you were talking about Pit Viper when I saw this post a cople days ago! Apparently so ^w^ yeah, it's canon, gets confirmed in the second slate set.

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This makes me wonder. Why is everyone on this site talking about Seafowl saying he gives "egg vibes" when we have. An actual confirmed trans character. Right here.

Nothing against Seafowl but the only vibe he gives off to me is traumatized.

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He's your typical prettyboy cishet protagonist type and everyone is pissed off that he's a side character rather than ttdv's ✨️specialest boy✨️. So they're trying to make him special by claiming he gives off trans vibes when he clearly does not and is happy as a tom.

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#wait till op reads rattlesnake path

What do you mean by that-

#what do you MEAN by that— #im gonna need context #is this /pos or /neg #does something bad happen in rattlesnake path?? #help someone pls #through the desert vast #ttdv

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Im so fucking irritated... my mom wont let me read TTDV because it's "inApPrOpRiAtE." Which. Of course. Is because it has lgbtqia+ characters.

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WONDEDFUL NEWS. MY MENTOR LET ME BORROW HIS COPY OF THE FIRST SET. AHHHHH!!!!! I GET TO READ IT!!

#YIPPEEEEE #òwó im so exCITED!!! #ive been wanting to read ttdv for a whileee #i love my mentor sm

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My unpopular opinion (TTDV:RP SPOILERS INCOMING)

Keep reading

#ttdv:rp #ttdv #rattlesnake path spoilers #ttdv spoilers #ttdv:rp spoilers #nothing against pit viper!!! #i like her as a character #i just dont get why we got a whole book explaining her backstory

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I LOOOOVE RATTLESNAKE PATH SO MUCH. IVE JUST GOTTEN TO READ IT AND IM SO EXCITED. OMG.

Not only is it a whole set dedicated to my favorite character !!! like a dream come true!!! It ALSO contains good intersex rep (Ball Python my beloved!!!). Over all just a FANTASTIC set in a fantastic series.

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I'm... back?? I'M BACK ON CLANBLR!!!! WOOOHOOOOOOOOOOO

#i thought i'd never get back #stuck on Tumblr...

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I hope y'all enjoyed this insight into what the cats do when they get fandom-y... and if you want to discuss TtDV further... well, there's a server for that ;) now back to your regular dash

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requested? yes, for 🦆 anon !

contains: park jihoon x fem!reader; enemies to lovers!au, fake relationship!au; smut, teeny bit of angst ig, some fluff; make out, fingering, teasing?? griding/dry humping, slight marking, begging if you squint???, unprotected piv (yall better wrap it up), nipple play, implied round two ig; lmk if i missed anything

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a/n: im not gonna even pretend i live atp but i hope you will enjoy this one. yes, it is rushed, not finished, but i still think it looks decent. lemme know ur thoughts on this one bcuz i love feedback <3 masterlist here

AS A NUMBER ONE PARK JIHOON HATER, YOU HAD NO IDEA WHAT OTHER PEOPLE SAW IN HIM THAT MADE THEM ADORE HIM. HE WAS HANDSOME INDEED, BUT BESIDES THAT, HIS ONE HELL OF EXISTENCE WAS ENOUGH TO BRING YOU TO MADNESS. JUST HIS PRESENCE MADE YOUR BLOOD BOIL.  

being neighbors with such someone who dared to call itself “human” was tough. seeing him a lot of times, happy and unbothered by the fact he ruined your dreams, definitely didn’t help in developing positive feelings towards that idiot. in fact, keeping those grudges inside as fuel for your hatred felt therapeutic. and it longed all the way from your childhood to adulthood.

you hoped for him to finally leave your life. it didn’t really matter in what way, you just wanted to never see him again. so why did you look out the window every time he was passing by?

saying these feelings were mutual would be a lie. but jihoon would never let you know that. 

“what do you want?” you asked, seeing him by your door again that day. “i don’t have any money. i wouldn’t lend you it anyway.”

“what do i want? to not suffer anymore, i guess. and to live a peaceful life with someone.”

“okay?” looking at him, confused, you reached out for the doorknob to close the door and end this meaningless conversation. 

“can i come in?”

“why?” now that was sus. jihoon’s tone got a bit more serious, even tired. he always seemed to be full of energy, confident, and untroubled. so what was going on?

“i need to talk to you. in private.”

still staring at him from under your furrowed brows, after a moment of hesitation, you let him inside. as he took off his shoes and went inside the living room, you decided to make some tea. from his tone, it seemed it will be a tough conversation.

and oh boi, was it one hell of a confusing ride. for you, at least.

“so, to conclude,” you started after a moment of silence. “you want me to act as your girlfriend? you know i hate you with all my heart, right? and the fact that i could murder you right here, right now is incredibly possible?”

“but you listened to me, so i don’t think it is that possible.” 

“get out.” shaking your head at his words, you got up from the couch, ready to mind your own business. 

“let me know when you’ll think it through,” jihoon said softly, looking at you with a smile. oh, you wanted to punch him so badly, but he left before you could even form your hand into a fist. dang, now it felt kind of lonely in here.

“damn you, park jihoon!” 

a few days have passed by and these were the calmest and the quietest days of your life. no one was bothering you, no one was bickering with you, and no one actually talked to you. at first, you enjoyed that silence. you managed to get some work done and sleep better. though with almost no time, it started to feel lonely. almost like you don’t matter that much to people. especially to that one person.

“if you really have no balls to admit you are as lonely as a stick, then fine.” 

you had no idea why you still had jihoon’s number on your phone. heck, you had no idea why you even got it in the first place, but now it was convenient. you had to battle yourself whether to call or say it in person. surprisingly, agreement to his plan came to your head without much hesitation, but you thought nothing of it. the fact that you could toy with him and maybe get a small revenge was motivating.

although you thought of it as a sort of revenge (and that you already got a plan for how to do it), at the same time it just felt wrong. you had no idea why, but using his feelings like that seemed to be brutal, even for you. 

jihoon came by the next day to talk through all the details of this plan, and boi, was it one heck of a plan.

“wait, hold on, i have to write it all down,” you interrupted him, trying to process all the information he bombed you with. as you got up from your seat to look for some kind of a notebook, his hand stopped you from doing so.

“don’t, or else it won’t feel natural. what if anyone finds these notes, huh?” the worries and desperation in his tone were crystal clear; this whole situation really must’ve been important as hell. and it was actually sus.

“fine, but don’t come for me when i mess something up.”

“i’m pretty sure you won’t.”

the urge to say “eh?” was too big, but in the end, you just ignored his words. you got back on the topic, and the explanations began again.

the most suspicious thing in all of it was that he chose you. every time you asked him why it must be you, he managed to change the topic, smoothly avoiding answering your questions. since he loved to rile you up and make your blood boil just for funsies, him getting so serious about a fake relationship with you especially just wasn’t adding up. too many loose ends in his reasoning, but all of them were covered flawlessly. apparently, all you had to do was just sit, look pretty (or at least alive), and play along.

what was even more surprising, was the way you didn’t even think about screwing the whole situation up. well, almost. at first, a few times the urge to say “it’s a prank” was too big to handle, but in the end, none of this happened. you really could pat yourself on the back for the way you kept yourself in place, which was tough around park jihoon himself.

the worst thing in that fake relationship was skinship and intimacy in general. yeah, you had a few boyfriends before, but dang it, around jihoon it felt so... weird. weird as in good, and that was why it felt weird. it was park jihoon, you were supposed to hate him, not leaning in for a kiss! what the fuck! 

still, what kept you sane through all this acting was the thought of flipping it all against him one day. someday. though with every next day, every next move of his, every next nice and gentle act from him, this first thought managed to fade away, getting replaced by some sort of yearning. yearning for this act to be real.

it all felt some sort of... illegal. illegal as in a way of betraying yourself. illegal as in a way of “you shouldn’t be doing this” and “that is not how you were raised” way. though everyone around seemed to be happy about this magnificent act, you weren’t so sure and so happy about it. but how not lean into this act when it felt so good? when it felt like you were finally yourself? and when it felt like you actually had someone by your side? when it didn’t feel so lonely?

“what’s going on, sweetheart?”

“don’t call me that when there’s no one around. no one is watching.” you snapped back almost immediately, as in a way of punishment for this cute nickname. getting back on track, you came back to chopping carrots. the dinner won’t make itself, and since this piece of rotten flesh is around, you had to busy your hands with something.

“but it rolls so nicely out of the tongue,” jihoon whined, pouting and finally moving around so you won’t see his painfully handsome face. “but fine, if you don’t want, i won’t.”

all you heard in your head was the windows xp error sound right now. wait a damn minute, did he actually respect your boundaries outside the act? what was happening to him?

noticing how you stopped every movement, even breathing, you came back to your body and continued with your life. taking a sharp breath, you chopped those carrots like your life depended on it. 

jihoon was silent. way too silent. why? because he was thinking as well. even thinking too much. should he tell you? should he ask? but what if you just laugh it off? or make fun of him? will he lose his face when he’ll do that?

“here. have this.”

dang it, he was thinking so long you managed to make a whole dinner already! wait, what? did you really want him to taste the dish? what was going on?

the food came into the equation here, so he didn’t think much of it, he just took the full spoon in his mouth. seeing how your face brightened up because of his approval made these butterflies in his stomach fly up high again. just what you were thinking, acting like that? you wanted him? to fall in love with you? like he hadn’t already did?

“stop looking at me like that or i’ll seriously think you fell for me.” 

“what if i already did?”

it was supposed to be a funny question. it was supposed to be a joke. but this damned park jihoon was serious, you could tell that without looking at him. you breathed in sharply again. that just couldn’t be real. 

“then that would be far from what i agreed on.” somehow, when you said that, you felt something aching in your chest. was it your heart? is that how a broken heart feels? but you didn’t have what to be heartbroken over, it was all just a mirage. 

the silence longed and longed for what felt like an eternity. finally, you heard the chair moving. you knew he was going to leave. everyone did, sooner or later. maybe you just weren’t made for-

“well, i don’t know if you know, but it is not like i can control my feelings.” jihoon started, standing right beside you, leaning by the kitchen counter. “whether you agreed on me falling for you or not, it just happened and i’m not gonna keep it inside anymore. i fucking fell for you, sweetheart. so much.”

“and you want me to believe it? you want me to believe that sweet talk after all that acting, after that mirage full of such words? how can i know it’s not a play?”

“because none of that was a play. or at least not for me.”

wait, what? hold on, what?

“so you’re saying this whole fake relationship was supposed to be real?” you asked after connecting those few dots in your mind.

“sort of. i just wanted you to finally stop fighting with me. and maybe see that i’m not that bad.”

oh, boi. that was a rollercoaster indeed. thankfully the dinner was already done because you couldn’t think about it and about what jihoon was saying. 

“i should go, right?” after what seemed to be a disappointed sigh, jihoon slowly moved towards the door. what was he thinking, saying all that? what was he thinking in the first place, when he came up with the fake relationship idea?

“don’t.”

you couldn’t bear the possibility he would leave you. you didn’t know if you just got used to his presence in your life or what, but it felt different, more likely to live with him around. you just simply couldn’t let him go.

there was a lot to talk indeed. and you two did while eating the dinner that slowly started getting cold. it was getting late and you still didn’t want him to leave.

“please, stay.” you said quietly, turning away from him since you were unable to look him in the face while admitting to feeling lonely. it was almost like admitting being defeated. and you hated getting defeated, especially by park jihoon, that little fuck.

“aww, my little baby wants me to stay with her? alright then.” he chuckled, but after he said that, he left a small peck on your head. 

it really felt nice having someone by your side, even if that someone was able to tease the living shit out of you so casually. 

“what’s that? my little sweetheart can’t wait a bit?”

“no. touch me already.” you actually demanded, breathless from the passionate kisses you two shared. jihoon chuckled again, much to your discontent. so you grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him closer. 

your lips met his again. seeing you so desperate for him made jihoon smile cheekily in between the kisses, but he finally touched you, just as you wanted. in the end, who was he to disobey his sweetheart? 

with one of his hands, jihoon pushed you even closer to him, and the little moan that escaped your mouth sent shivers down his spine. wandering with the same hand under your shirt, the other one held your thigh, squeezing it from time to time. 

with you on his lap, so desperate for his touch, jihoon just couldn’t help but smile. the sight of you slowly getting ruined by him really affected his mind and body.

“you’re so gorgeous, sweetheart.” he stated so out of the blue, but you didn’t really think much of it. you just wanted to feel him.

“mm-hmm. now kiss me more.”

again, smiling cheekily, jihoon tasted your sweet lips. with his hands under your shirt, he managed to undo your bra, which he then took off both with your shirt. the cold air of the room caused you to shiver a bit, but then feeling the warm hands of your boyfriend made it all better. 

while his hands roamed around your body, yours moved from the collar of his shirt to his hair, pulling on the strands from time to time, causing some breathless moans from the man under you. acting almost instinctively, your hips slowly started moving, grinding on the still-clothed length of your boyfriend. 

“you seriously can’t wait anymore, right, sweetheart?” jihoon asked after a short laugh, and you only shook your head. he laughed again before kissing you, moving his hand to your front clothed only with slowly soaking panties. “you’re so wet already. are you so impatient for me?”

you nodded, wanting him to finally take proper care of you. seeing his confident smile caused you to move again, this time grinding on his fingers lightly touching your core through the cotton material. 

“please, jihoon-“ mumbling out, you tried to form the next part of the sentence, but you failed the moment he moved the panties to the side and slid one of his fingers inside you. as you moaned softly at the sensation, jihoon carefully observed every change happening on your face and body. 

then, the second finger managed to slide in and you had to bite on your lower lip to not make louder sounds. you threw your head back, happy with a bit full sensation. and when he started moving his fingers, you couldn’t stop yourself anymore and just had to moan softly. 

meanwhile, jihoon started trailing his lips from yours to your jawline, neck, and then to your collarbones. everywhere where he could, he just had to leave at least a small mark of his presence. of the fact that he was the one making you feel so good. 

“m-more, please-“ quietly mumbling out, you brushed your fingers through jihoon’s hair, pulling on it again. looking at you with lust-filled eyes, he stopped kissing your neck, but only for a while. 

“you think you can handle more, sweetheart?” 

“mm-hmm.”

with a fast yet burning with lust kiss, jihoon finally lowered his pants, showing what you craved; his dick. you had to refrain yourself with the last bits of self-control from licking your lips at the sight. 

“you ready?” after a nod from you, jihoon smiled again, letting you do the rest of the job. as you adjusted yourself and slowly lowered your body, the feeling of being full took all over your body.

with moans and groans, you started moving up and down, and lusty sounds of slapping skin against skin filled the room. your boyfriend again started kissing your shoulder and collarbones, occasionally leaving here and there marks. his favourite spot to nibble on was the one place that made you moan louder and clench around his length. with one hand helping you bounce up and down, the other one massaging your tits, taking your nipple in between his fingers. 

you two might’ve been close to your highs, but none of you wanted to stop there. thankfully, the neighbours went on vacation, so no one would eventually complain about the two of you. 

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So.

I finished the 4th season (MAG #160)

......I'm unwell

(part 3 of my Magnus Archives experience)

Ahhhhh where do i even start???? Ok, ok I think I'll start with the lesser things

First off, right off the bat, RIP Tim. More than ever, now I know he didn't have to die and I am so so sad he did..... Flirty boi deserved so much better u^u

Martin collected many moments of badassery throughout the 3rd and 4th seasons. Im so proud of his growth. Not him burning statements and snipping back at Elias - ahhhhhh he was so coooool, I wish someone else was there so that they could tell him! And when he made Fairchild sit back down to finish answering Martin's questions, I swear I got chills!!

Anyway. I continue being a fierce Martin fan, nothing new there

What is new is my newfound adoration for Daisy. Seriously. She's my baby now. Idc what happens or who dies, she needs to end this story okay :'))))

No, im 200% serious, if Daisy doesn't survive to the end, im def going to cry. Because i can totally see her being the "sacrifice herself so that everyone else will have a chance" type.

I swear she was the only one holding the brain cell power this season –  and FINALLY, someone who's not Martin is not being a bitch to Jon!!!

I wasn’t even expecting Jon to be able to bring her back. Much less for them to become supportive avatar besties! I’m so glad the writer decided to take that turn with her. It’s really satisfying from a narrative standpoint to have Daisy of all people do a whole 180 on her standpoint with Jon.

Idk, i just really liked her this season. She deserves all the hugs. So she gets a meme :)

Basira, on the other hand, fell a bit for me, but i think that was kind of the point. She was fierce and stony and nearly zero compassionate, – very Gertrude-ish of her –  but after everything that’s happened, i can't really blame her :/

Im just here praying to everything that the cop ladies can get a modicum of a happy ending

And just so I round up the gang, im scared for Melanie... She is now blind and also has (had?) a monster as a therapist. And Georgie doesn't feel fear which makes them even less likely to sense danger if it comes for them. I hope they're able to push through whatever season 5 throws at them

Okay. So only Jon is lef now. What can i say about him tho?? I mean, i can say he's been going through it.

Like, I spent my whole time hearing this podcast lowkey making fun of him for collecting beatdowns from pretty much every character - AND IT TURNS OUT IT WASN’T EXACTLY JOKING MATTER AND WAS ACTUALLY PLOT RELEVANT??

WHAT IS THIS SORCERY AND WHY IS IT MAKING ME FEEL BAD FOR VOICES ON MY PHONE??

I just feel so bad for Jon. The guy did not deserve all of this. He really was a lamb to the slaughter—a poor wet cat, an eternal damsel in distress, the Antichrist…?

That last statement from Elias/Jonah is so good tho. Like, objectively. I love it. Not only does it take the listener in a nice little trip down memory lane - nostalgia is always fun - but its also just. So evil.

They really gave us such a sweet start – Martin and Jon bunking together in a cabin in Scotland(?) seemingly happy and it's all "uwu, they sho cute, yada yada- and then BAM!! APOCALYPSE HAS BEGUN!"

(i could literally be here for hours coming up with titles for Jon. he makes it too easy.)

Elias though...... I was spoiled that he was Jonah Magnus halfway through season 2 or so, so the reveal wasn't a big deal for me. I wonder how shattering it was for listeners when it first dropped though... At least he upped his villainy cred this season. Suits him better than the "unbothered neutral/evil stand-by" vibe he gave before.

And one last character thing, I fell in love with Peter so quickly. His lines were all gold and his delivery even more so. He just had that unflappable vibe to him. Like he didnt have a care in the world.

Oh, and him and Elias totally had ex-wives who spent the last 10 years fighting about who gets what in the divorce energy.

No, i will not elaborate.

Uhhhhh yeah. I grew to appreciate Helen more and more every time they showed up. Simon Fairchild was surprisingly fun for an old man, Gerry deserved the freaking world (thank you so much Jon for burning that page) and i think that’s kinda it on my favorite “creatures and associates”

Im super excited for this last stretch. i wonder if TMA will stick the landing. I sure hope it does, and honestly trust it will.

Anywayyyyyy, off i go for those last 40 episodes. Wish me luck!

Finish testimony, or whatever

[lelengerine]

comfort in you

pairing | streamer!haechan x streamer!reader

synopsis | sometimes (most of the time), you just need a little pick-me-up after a bit of depressing game plot.

genre | fluff, established relationship, mentions of game character death (but nothing explicit)

wc | 1.0k

notes | so i finished watching an entire 13 hour play through of omori and i was so sad i wrote this- highly suggest playing the game for yourself tho its a rollercoaster of emotions </3 as always, lmk your thoughts on this! rts and rbs are appreciated!

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solemn music plays from the speakers connected to your monitor, slowly enveloping your soul with dread as your eyes flicker between the game and the messages flowing into your stream’s chat box.

user_1: NOOOO what do you mean the sister died??

user_2: RIGHT? HOW DID THAT HAPPEN??

user_3: y/n are you sure we didn’t miss a chapter??? my eyes are bawling out TT

a soft chuckle escapes you while reading what your viewers had to say, somewhat relieving you from the heartbreaking arc of the game. “i’m pretty sure this is the right track… i feel my eyes tearing up too, you’re definitely not the only one.”

a couple more messages pop up, but you decide to focus on the game’s storyline for now. 

a little girl is hunched over her sister’s hospital bed, sobbing after the realization her beloved sibling was never going to wake up after falling from the top of the staircase in their home.

a tear slowly falls down your cheek while you stay silent and continue watching, hoping your viewers wouldn’t notice it if you act unfazed. though, it seems they have eyes sharper than you think.

user_4: Y/N DONT CRY :((( NOW IM CRYING TOO

user_5: SOMEONE GET THE EMERGENCY TISSUES!!!!!

“pshh, i’m not crying, chat!” you feign with a not-so convincing pout. you clearly have a soft spot for these type of family-oriented game plots, enjoying how they touch into the lives of people and the complexities behind them.

its during times like this where you yearn for your boyfriend, haechan, more than anything, but… you’re pretty sure he’s busy streaming another game in a different room. you face falls into a slight frown thinking about it, one your chat assumes is because of the sad story coming to a close.

a white screen snaps you out of your thoughts, signaling the game had finally ended and you turn to face the camera filming your face cam. “so… what do we think?” you ask, giving a warm smile.

user_6: GOD THAT WAS TOO MUCH

user_7: thank the heavens its done

user_8: wtf just happened…

“right? to be honest- im pretty overwhelmed.” you speak, taking a sip from your water jug next to you in hopes of letting the immense feeling dissipate, but that only does little in actually quelling it. you could really use a hug from haechan right about now… it wouldn’t hurt to leave chat for a moment right? 

“i’ll just go get something quickly then we can try to unpack the plot of the game a little better.” you tell your viewers before standing up from your computer chair and rushing over to haechan’s room.

as you approach the white door sealing his room from the hallways, you hear a string of curses pass your ears. “jisung you little shit! i said to your right not your left- no, no!! YOUR left not MY left.”

slowly, you peek through the door, getting a glimpse of your boyfriend seemingly fuming over a round of overwatch, but you (and his viewers) know that’s just how he plays — and it’s quite entertaining to hear the banter between him and his friends. 

“jaemin revive me. im by the corner- JUST WHERE ARE YOU ON THE MAP??? ahhh, im screwed for real.” he whines as his screen displays that he died in game, slumping back into his chair as he waits for the next round to start. “you guys better carry this game or else-“

“hyuck?” you finally speak up, pushing the door a little more to make room for yourself to enter. haechan’s chat goes crazy after seeing you enter his room, mostly filling up with messages to greet your entrance.

“sorry… i didn’t want to interrupt but you see- this game i was playing… it was so sad and i-“ you get cut off by your boyfriend reeling you into a hug. 

you don’t even need to listen in on his earphones to hear the coos from his friends, already used to their teasings when you and haechan are together.

“let me guess, another one about family?” oh he really just reads you like an open book, his voice much softer in comparison to how he was speaking earlier. you feel so loved knowing he pays attention to the smallest details about you. 

“mhm. i just wanted a hug.” 

“and that, you’re getting.” he chuckles, rubbing small, soothing circles on your back with his thumb. 

his embrace is warm. just what you needed after an intense, downcast game. you already feel yourself fueling back up with positivity, pulling away after a couple more seconds.

“thank you.” you smile sheepishly, feeling a little awkward his viewers just watched that entire exchange from the camera resting on top of his monitor. “i should get back to my own stream now though.” you add, giving haechan a small kiss on the cheek before waving a goodbye towards his camera. 

“i’ll give you all the cuddles and kisses later.” haechan tells you, patting your head as he lets you leave his room.

“i’ll be anticipating that.” you giggle before shutting the door behind you, and returning to your own streaming room.

“chat! sorry that took so long, but im back now!” you exclaim quite cheerily, a considerable difference to your gloomy expressions earlier.

user_9: welcome back our love <3 you look like you’re feeling much better yay

user_2: yayy happy y/n is back!

user_10: y/n was in hyuck’s stream!! they were so cute :[

user_7: omg really? man i should’ve checked it out-

you flush, realizing your actions have been found out. then again, it wasn’t that difficult for someone to know what you were doing when your boyfriend’s stream was publicized just like yours. 

“a-alright now, settle down everyone.” you chuckle, “now, what did you guys discuss so far?” 

the query has your chat switching topics in the blink of an eye, something you’re rather grateful for — knowing the blush on your cheeks already gave you away long ago. still, you'd say everything was worth it for that hug.

[1800-page-not-found]

Hello 👋 hru?? I saw that your oev requests are open so I came running here.

I don't know if you write yandere or not but if not you can make it possesive like Kim dokja and cute reader but like she is super intelligent but super shy too like when they are in some problem and need a plan she already had plan in her mind but is too awkward to say unless Kim dokja and other incourage her to say it. They are like thinking and discussing for past 3hrs what and how to do and when they asked her she is like telling them her plans all the possible outcomes and how much time it will approximately take to finish to complete the plan and everyone is like🤐

IM DOING AMAZING HBU? ANYWASY IVE NEVER WRITTEN YANDERE B4 BUT HERE U GO <33

yandere/possessive kim dokja x reader

Contains Spoilers!

You were academically smart, you got into one of the SKY Universities, and you were successful in your field of expertise. However, street smart was a different thing. Perhaps drowning in work and academics is not the best choice growing up. This caused you to struggle, a lot, in socializing. When your company partnered with Kim Dokja's company (his job, not the nebula) you met him. The two of you were both introverts, but were quite different. He was charming in his own way, same went with you. Opposites attract. It did take a while for you guys to actually confess, but when you did, the two of you were inseparable.

He wasn't always a possessive guy. But when the apocalypse hit, he decided on one thing. Protecting you.

In the first scenario, you tried your best to stay calm. Perhaps being under peer pressure for your whole life paid off. And when you thought of a solution, Kim Dokja was surprised. I mean, he knew you were smart of course, but everyone else was panicking. how were you not?

So...maybe he was wishing you were scared, so he could hold you in his arms and make sure you were safe. He was super happy when you did in the 3rd scenario.

When he first died, you cried a lot. You were attached to him. There was no one else you could truly trust. However when he came back to life, you cried even harder. That was when he realized, he could manipulate you. "Would he come back this time?" "I can't lose him!" "Please don't leave me!" He basically drugged you.

The first time he was dead for three days and didn't come back to life almost instantly, that was your breaking point. You withdrew from everyone, staying beside where his dead body laid. And when he saw this as 'Demon King of Salvation,' he tried convincing you to stick with the group but he failed. Living didn't matter anymore.

Then he came back to life. But when he saw you, you were different. You didn't love him the way you used to. Perhaps this round of death came too much of a shock to you? Either way, Kim Dokja didn't like it. You...you were supposed to love him! Why...

He started to cling to you even more, driving everyone away from you. Then it was driving away constellations. Until it was only the two of you. He loves you so so much. Please don't betray him.

extra headcannons!!

after he lost his king of no killing, he started murdering people like crazy

ofc he did it secretly

most definitely added something like "If any constellations try to flirt with [name] they will be banned from the channel." in his stream contract with bihyung

[ashe-smash]

WIP Wednesday 🍳💚

Baby Talk edition- Chapter Two is still in progress! About 1.8k words and about half done. Heed the OP tags!

Admittedly, your relationship has hit a rough patch. Really, not much changes- you’re just sadder. You’re not sure Piccolo understands abstract grief, if he quite understands grief at all. Sex is a little rocky, but Piccolo’s sex drive kind of depends on yours. He still holds you at night while you sleep and he meditates.

It’s no one’s fault. Well, you wouldn’t blame Piccolo.

You decide you need a weekend getaway together.

Planning it gives you something to do while you’re too miserable to do anything deemed more important. You can look at beaches and mountains while you’re curled up in bed or the couch while you wait for the pain reliever or heating pad to do its work. You book a cabin for when work isn’t going to be busy and hope the world isn’t exploding or whatever then.

You also decide to make the weekend as ‘normal’ as possible. You pack Piccolo clothes that aren’t his gi, even if he’ll probably just end up wearing it anyways and drive to your destination.

The two of you are settling into your vacation lodging. You’re doing something in the kitchen, probably snacking- Piccolo finds something else to do when you’re eating usually. He starts putting the things you’d packed for the weekend away in the set of drawers in the bedroom.

Halfway through, he finds a little purple velvet bag he doesn’t recognize.

Inside is an egg. It’s squishy but still has a bit of firmness to it and is swirled with different shades of green. On the wider side it has a little tail with a loop at the end.

It’s clearly either a new acquisition or something you’ve never shown him. The latter would be odd, he’d seen a lot of your stuff when you’d moved into him. You even showed him your smutty alien books.

“What’s this?”

Your eyes widen at the toy in his hand.

“I thought, maybe.” You pause to collect your words, fidgeting a bit. Why are you nervous? “I thought maybe we could try… roleplay?”

Bonus: Bed Rest

I accidentally got side tracked by a Vegeta x Reader fic that I ended up deciding is a spinoff/side story of Baby Talk. Im not sure how done it is. Currently at about 2k.

Vegeta and Bulma divorce just after Bulla’s first birthday. It’s a culmination of many things. They still coparent, Vegeta never actually moves off the Briefs property, just moving into a different house.

He meets you and starts dating after a while.

It ends for a variety of reasons- him being still entangled with this ex wife and you’ll never be able to live up to her. You miss a period and he reveals he never wants more children, which is fine but in the moment it was very unhelpful. Leaves a sour taste in your mouth about the topic, even if you do or do not want it. His “friends” don’t like you (or care more about Bulma for obvious reason.)

It’s nearly a year later when he sees you again. On a family excursion in another city.

Hears your voice first. “Hi welcome to- what can I get you?”

Then he sees your face, noticeably filled out and looking exhausted. Your smile wavers.

The last thing he notices is your belly. Swollen and round, the black fabric of your restaurant branded shirt pulled taut across it.

He says nothing about it, but he knows both Bulma and Trunks will recognize you too. You take their orders and seemingly disappear. Another server delivers their food and assists them for the rest of their visit.

“Vegeta.” Bulma hisses as soon as they’re away from the prying ears of their kids.

He already knows what it’s about. “It’s not mine.”

Side note, I will be going back and revising Ch1 of Baby Talk, probably whenever I finish/ post Bed Rest.

[pettypiastri]

on the outside looking in

jack hughes x fem reader

wc: 1k

warnings: allusions to anxiety, mentions of food (no associated connotation), idiots in love but they kind of actually know theyre in love and just havent done anything about it yet

a/n: deffo not what i anticipated writing today but this popped out in a lil hour writing session and i thought i'd share in the meantime while i work on some of my other jack reqs! shifts from sort of a second person to omniscient; i love exposition too much lol. fake dog names because im not a good enough author to look up actual devils dogs sorry.

Tiger and Zeus are your entrance announcement as they race down the stairs to greet you, collars jingling the whole way.

“Hi babies!” Your voice inflects as you reach to pet their wiggling bodies. It takes a great deal of effort to usher the little menaces back up a floor but once you crest the flight of stairs, you’re met with your favorite sight. Nico, Bratter, Dawson, and Jack are sprawled across the oversized grey couch. With hoods up and controllers in hand, they turn to offer you smiles and greetings, or if you’re Bratter, chirps. 

“What took you so long, oh my god.” You jump to tell him he’s making far too much money to be sounding like such a child but Jack’s movement catches your eye. He shifts over, making just enough room for another person between him and Nico who’s propped in the couch corner. However, his eyes don’t break from his phone, his movement seemingly subconscious. In contrast, the butterflies in your stomach are certainly a conscious result. 

“It’s like you forget I have a real job Jesper.” Since you’re transfixed on and moving toward Jack you notice the way he smiles at the attitude in your tone. The soft blue eyes you’ve come to find so calming raise to meet yours just before you flop down next to him. 

“Hi.” You murmur, pulling your hoodie sleeves around your fists protectively. Jack smiles at your greeting and sets his phone to the side. You adjust to prop your head near his but ensure your bodies are strategically angled away from each other. Not a word is spoken toward the two of you: everything seems normal to everyone. 

And it is. Jack is your best guy friend, so attune to your needs and interests but still encouraging you to grow and challenge yourself where possible. He gives you surface level, fun, escapist conversation as much as he’s your most trusted confidant for those serious, deeper topics. You feel comfortable around him and trust Jack without question. You love him in more ways than one and relish these moments of quality time where you can pretend he loves you back. Instinct tells you that there is something more there with Jack and he might know it too, but the intensity you feel you’re sure is not the level he’s at just yet.

Nico shows you some recent photos of his dog, Dawson lets you play a round of the video game, and the distance between you and Jack remains carefully unchanged. As the others bicker good naturedly, Jack asks about your day. You ask him about his, heads angled toward each other as kids do when sharing secrets. He prods at your side with two fingers when you admit you definitely did finish the pieces of cake you’d promised to share with him. Said hand comes to rest in the calculated space between you two, itching from the distance. When he tells you you’re a traitor for not watching the game last night, you aim to land a soft punch to his stomach; he catches your fist. You involve your other hand to play fight with him and he lets you win for a while. Your giggles are almost louder as the two of you try to mask them rather than let yourselves be free with your affections. Jack merely decides when he’s done being victim of your harmless barrage and forces you onto your back with a well placed hand. His eyes gleam as he looks at you, your bodies facing each other now that you’ve overcome the shyness you feel like you must lead with to be unsuspecting around him. No one is fooled.

The audience around you remains quiet about the display. The behavior is nothing new, nor are the telling smiles and rosy cheeks you think the others don’t notice. You try to get away with leaving the hand you were defending against Jack’s physicality with, resting on his ribs. He lets you. With your skin against his, Jack breathes deeply for the first time since he last saw you, his nose filling with your cozy scent. 

Conversation flows around the both of you but neither of you have a desire to participate, contentment already achieved. Jack’s too busy counting the freckles on your delicate hand, comparing the result to the number last week. You’re preoccupied syncing your heartbeat with his. It’s closeness easier obtained than having to ask him to hold you in his arms.

He nearly chokes asking you if you’re hungry. You stumble as you tell him you brought your lunch leftovers in your purse; you want him to have a bite. As Jack considers the consequences of stroking your arm with his stationary hand on your shoulder, Nico tosses a blanket over the two of you. 

“She looked cold.” His wry smile is barely caught before he dims the lights for the movie they others have decided to start. You’ve got no idea what they picked. 

It’s minutes under the safety of a purple fleece throw before Jack reaches his unoccupied hand for your waist and turns you enough so your chest can rest against his. He moves quickly to fake self assuredness, so you don’t notice his shaky hands. For only a moment does your pulse quicken as you wrap yourselves around each other. But it’s just Jack. You’ve been waiting for this moment so long that it’s not grounds for fear but rather relief. Your mind that always spins a touch too fast finds peace in the present. The extra tingle of electricity in the ends of your fingers disperses through Jack’s body, as if he is ground. You crane to kiss his jaw, invigorated by the darkness and heavy warmth of the blanket atop you. Jack swears to hash out the formalities after this but for now, this is enough; you’ve always been his girl. 

It’s hours later when the lights are brought back up and guys stretch in anticipation of leaving that anyone spares a glance your direction. It’s not a surprise to anyone seeing Jack smiling in his sleep with you held impossibly close to his chest. The frown lines on your forehead have smoothed. Nico smiles to himself, saying goodbye to his guests before snapping a picture of the sight and turning the lights back off as he heads up to bed.

[that-one-gay-aew-enthusiast]

𝙷𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝙵𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 - 𝙴𝚐𝚘𝚗 𝚂𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚛

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Warnings - None Word count - 1.1k Genre - Fluff Summary - Both Lily and Egon secretly develop feelings for each other. However the both of them are totally oblivious to each others feelings, the other ghostbusters not so much. A/n - This is a part of my friend's self insert storyline, and I offered to write it up for her, so that's why this isn't reader x Egon. She is awesome btw (go follow her 🔫) @lilysketchingsth

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Egon's POV

It all started on what I thought was gonna be another normal friday. I woke up at my normal time, had my normal breakfast, and wore my normal outfit. Nothing out of the ordinary. After finishing my breakfast, i headed up to the lab to work on the proton packs or study some pyschomagnetic slime Ray had gotten a sample of. I started working, but soon after, i had Lily and her ghost pet, Pucca, walked in and took a seat. Pucca is a labrador spectre that Winston found in a basement one time, Pucca didn't show signs of aggression, so Winston chose to leave her alone. Pucca had other ideas and decided to follow him all the way back to the firehouse, where Lily eventually saw her and claimed the pup as her own.

Lily started asking me questions about where things were whilst looking round the lab for Pucca's ball. Eventually, she made her way over to my desk and leaned over my lap nonchantlantly. I blinked in surprise , and before i could move my chair back so she could look properly, she jumped up, holding the dog ball. "Ah hah, got it Pucc!" I looked up at Lily to see her smiling widely at Pucca then at me. "Thanks for the help, Dr. Spengler." Her voice almost sounded laced with seduction as she walked off, leaving me silent and flustered in my lab chair.

Then, later on in the day, I was in the kitchen, sipping a cup of coffee whilst reading through my Spirits guide. Nice and undisturbed. But not for long. Soon, I had Venkman coming out of nowhere and snatching the book out of my hand. "Come on, Spengs, me and Lily wanna go get some lunch, and it's Ray's day off, so we need someone to drive us." I raised my eyebrow at him."What about Winston?" Peter looked slightly worried before answering."He's busy helping Janine." I sighed and silently agreed by finishing my coffee and grabbing my jacket.

I drove them into the city where they grabbed some food ,Lily insisted on bringing some back for me, so i ended up with some fries and a drink. On the way back, I kept glancing at Lily in the mirror without really knowing why. Unfortunately, when we were just around the corner from the firehouse, she locked eyes with me. I quickly looked away, and my hands gripped the wheel tighter as I mentally insulted myself. Once back at the firehouse, i grabbed my food and quickly headed up to the lab, not wanting to be frther embarrassed.

However, a little bit later, it became evident that Lily hadn't been the only one to catch my staring. I had just finished fixing up one of the proton packs when Peter walked in and took a seat. "Hey there, Spengs. i got a question for ya?" I glanced up at him, silently acknowledging his question. "Do you have a thing for Lily?" My eyes widened and darted up at him from the pack. "What?! Why the hell would you even think that Venkman?" He smirked, sitting back in his seat. "Don't deny it, I saw how you were looking at her in the car! And not to mention you've never agreed to drive me round until I mentioned Lily's name today." I sighed. There was no way i could lie to him about something like this.

"She's gorgeous, Peter, and she's so caring. She's a hard worker. she's smart, i mean, what isn't there to like about her? But i just, im too busy to be in a relationship Peter, maybe after i stop being a ghostbuster, but not now." Peter ,for once, was actually speechless. He clearly didn't expect me to open up. After a few seconds of silence, Peter spoke. "You don't need to wait spengs, if you do you might never find love, Lily might lose intrest and youll have lost a great oppurtunity." I narrowed my eyes at him. "Lily might do what?" Peter went pale white as the realisation hit him. "Uh, you know what i think. i just heard Winston call me." Before i could say anything, Peter had run off, leaving me to soak in thought.

By the end i was ready for some rest, i started shutting the lab up when there was a faint knock at the door. I turned round to see Lily stood in the doorway. She looked quite shy and almost nervous? "Lily, hello, is there something i can do for you?" She meekly shook her head before speaking up. "Those things that you said to Venkman earlier, about me, were they true?" I just looked at her before sitting back down on my chair. I silently nodded my head before replying "And is it true that you might feel the same way?" I watched Lily, she hesitated before nodding her head again. I smiled sligthly before making my way over to her. "Then how does a date sound? Tomorrow night ,I'll take you out to a nice restaurant?" Lily gasped softly and looked up at me before nodding quickly. "Oh yes, Egon, yes!"

I chuckled before slowly leaning down, I held her hand gently and softly pressed my lips against hers. They were soft and plump, perfect, like every other inch of her. I pulled back soon after looking into her eyes. There was a moment of silence before Lily spoke up "Ive been waiting months for you to do that." I chuckled and clutched her hand as we left the lab. However, after i took a single step out of the lab, there was a sudden burst of cheering. I turned to see the other 3 guys and Janine smiling and cherring. I simply raised an eyebrow at them before they all went quiet. Lily and I bypassed them ,heading up to our rooms.

The next morning, i found out that Lily had confessed to Janine a while back that she liked me, the Janine passe that on to the guys. They then made it their mission to get me and lily together, which became a lot easier when i suddenly and obviously caught feelings for Lily. So peter had lied about Ray being off and Winston helping Janine, it all so that Lily and I would spend time together. Although it's annoying to admit they're right, without the guys, I most likely wouldn't have ended up with the beautiful woman i now call my wife, Mrs Lily Spengler.

[dearabby1990]

Chapter 46 Family dinner

After a bath & falling asleep in each other’s arms that nap was something your body so desperately needed being pregnant even in the early stages is very tiresome. You’re both awakened by the sound of the alarm that was set both rubbing the sleep from your eyes & stretching out your limbs you both decided to freshen up & start getting ready before everyone shows up to head to dinner. You decided on a beautiful two piece floral outfit you found just before you all left the top tied just below your bust & the skirt wrapped around your side and tied in a bow paired with matching sandals starting on your hair & makeup you hear Eddie exit the bathroom in a pair of black cargo shorts & a black Hawaiian button up shirt with skulls all over it & his curls beautifully resting against his shoulders intently watching you finish getting yourself ready putting on a few finishing touches with some earring’s & other jewelry. “Hey Ed’s?..” “yes my love?” You turn to him standing up brushing down your skirt “go in my purse in the side compartment I have something in there for you” he goes to your bag sitting on the edge of the bed digging around for said item pulling out a small cherry wood stained box with an E carved on the front slowly opening it to reveal a gold ring with blue & red stones he looks at you in bewilderment “sweetheart do you even know what this is?” You walk over to sit next to him on the bed “of course I do it’s the ring of three wishes I don’t think any dungeon master should be without one do you?” He tries it on & it’s a perfect fit matching well with his other assortment of rings adorning his fingers “I love it princess thank you & I totally agree Dustins gonna be so pissed when he sees I actually have one of these suckers” you chuckle & then hear the knock at the door along with muffled bickering. Eddie opens the door for all of them to file inside the living room area “Dustin is being salty that Lucas & Mike beat his ass on street fighter every round” gareth is laughing so hard his face is beet red “it’s utter bullshit!! The damn thing is rigged I’m telling you” “sure it was Henderson we’ll test that theory out later but for now sweetheart wanna let us know what we’re doing tonight?” “Sure we’ll dinner is in 40 minutes I made us a reservation at this restaurant on the beach they have hula dancers & men who juggle & do tricks with fire it should be really fun & I figured after that we could all either watch a movie or go for a walk down on the beach or something we’ll vote on it later if you all want but tomorrow is a big day I got us all set we’re going swimming with dolphins after breakfast & we’re going snorkeling with an instructor who’s gonna take us on a tour don’t worry we’re gonna experience a lot here guys & im happy you’re all here. All you gentlemen look so handsome tonight now let’s go feed me & this baby im starving” “I second that but I have a food baby” Jeff says slapping his tummy getting a good laugh out of everyone as eddie is on one side & gareth on the other each linked into one of your arms escorting you towards the restaurant as Mike makes sure there’s a clear path for you & opens any door that you all encounter being the upmost gentlemen. The table is large & set beautifully with lots of flowers 🌺 you all take a seat Eddie pulling out your chair & helping push you in & letting everyone know that tonight you have it set to where it’s an eight course meal that they bring to your tables serving style with dishes big enough for all to pass around the table. From steak to lobster the finest shellfish & fresh fruit & vegetables you’re all enjoying each other’s company drinking virgin strawberry daiquiri’s & enjoying the entertainment provided. Watching everyone’s eyes lighting up & having such a great time together is all you ever wanted you start to feel emotional not knowing if it’s because of the pregnancy or just the fact that you have everything you could’ve ever wanted right in front of you Gareth notices first not wasting a moment getting out of his seat to console you whispering.

“Hey you alright? You wanna go get some air?” You wipe your eyes quickly before nodding & getting him to tell Eddie you both will be right back he looks concerned at first but Gareth gives him a reassuring look & touch to the shoulder & he knows his wife is in the best hands. You both exit the restaurant towards the sandy beach “So?.. what’s going on Jame? You know I know you better then anyone literally there’s things about you that I know that even your husband doesn’t but that’s because we’re family & I love you & we’ve literally grown up together. You know you can tell me anything right? No judgement just all ears” you take a deep breath before turning to him “I’m just really happy to have you all here & im happy to have a whole family with all of you… I’m just…. Gare I’m petrified something bad will happen to take it all away you’ve seen the shit I’ve been through how could I not be afraid to lose all of this to lose Eddie any of it.. am I crazy?” He shakes his head like a madman “No you’re not crazy you’ve just been through a lot. I know you’re dad gave it his all to try & pick you apart make you a shell of who you used to be. He wanted you to feel like nobody would ever love you or want to be around you when that’s so far off jame he was a piece of shit & he didn’t ever deserve a daughter as wonderful as you. You’re sweet, caring, loving & you goto war for the people you care about you’re the best friend I’ve ever had & don’t tell Eddie I said that I’d never hear the end of it” you giggle before pulling him in for a hug hiding in the crook of his neck whispering in his ear “thank you Gare bear you’ve always been the best brother I could ever wish for” he smiles at you before gesturing back towards the restaurant “let’s get you back to your husband before he loses his shit” heading back in you’re met with concerning looks from the whole table “I’m okay now guys I promise just hormones I think making me a cry baby” “you’re not a cry baby Jamie you’re a bad ass & I don’t know what it’s like to create life but I doubt it’s an easy job you’re doing awesome don’t worry” Lucas says “okay who wants dessert?!” Everyone ordering ice cream & you sliding your hand onto Eddie’s lap & him interlocking his fingers with yours giving you a peck on the nose. Taking your ice cream to go you all head for the shore walking & goofing around with each other being here with them all especially the younger kids has you definitely wanting to talk to Eddie about how large of a family you both want to have or if he even wanted more then one child. That’s a conversation for another day right now you’re too busy soaking up the amazing sunset with almost all of your favorite people. Once you’re back to the hotel you all bid goodnight heading off to your own rooms. As soon as you close the door you kick off your sandals & pull out one of Eddie’s band shirts using it as a nightgown before crawling next to him in bed nuzzling into his chest taking in his scent of cigarettes sandalwood cedar wood and leather mixed with your amber and jasmine perfume is intoxicating fingers tracing his tattoos as he plays with your hair & 21 jump street plays on the tv in the background occasionally stealing kisses from one another before Eddie’s playing with your hair lulls you to sleep.

[cantfuckbracket]

Can't Fuck Bracket - Group Stage. Group 28: Characters That Inspired Paragraphs

Jiang Cheng (MDZS/The Untamed) versus Bertrand Beaumont (The Royal Romance) versus Joe Goldberg (You)

[ID: The unfuckable pride flag overlaid with the "no bitches" meme. Jiang is a Chinese man with long hair, shown with a woozy face; Bertrand is a white man in a sweater and blazer, frowning; Joe is a white man with short hair, shown staring blankly. Over it are pictures of the contestants. Over them are sparkles and a heart with a butt, and in between them are peach emojis crossed out with the word "vs" in them. End ID]

Propaganda:

Jiang Cheng: "He’s literally such a bad date that he is blacklisted from dating pools. He’s ranked as the 5th most handsome bachelor in the cultivation world (who is the panel of judges that decide this? I really don’t know!!!) yet despite this and him ALSO being rich and powerful on top of that, women still hate him!!! Hes just that unpleasant!!!!! He’s constantly being one-upped by his adoptive brother (deserved) (4th most handsome bachelor, btw) so much so that it’s become a meme, he even lost a best mdzs character poll tournament (in the first round iirc) to said adoptive brother’s pet donkey. Literally no one wants him!!!!! He is the loneliest saddest most pathetic sopping wet cat of a man I’ve ever seen!! I’m convinced he will die a virgin" / "Guy has no game, in the drama version (the untamed) he goes after a chick who’s clearly a lesbian and just never gets any"

Bertrand Beaumont:

• like father like son innit

• he's a cunt but not in a cool sexy way. in a pathetic overgrown rat kind of way that makes you want to punt him back into the sewers

• his name is bertrand archibald beaumont. would YOU wanna fuck him???? i thought not

• the amount of times you have to help him with his relationship. like the countless apologies for being a dumb stupid shit. helping him propose. help with his vows. im 110% convinced mc had to get on video chat for their wedding night so she could instruct bertrand on what to do

• yeeeeah you can't convince me they dont sleep in separate beds in separate rooms

• and also that nasty sweater vest and jacket?????? i know he hasnt washed them in years. of course no one would go near him

• that one country outfit

• killer eyebrows? eye'm gonna kill meself x

Joe Goldberg: "The first time he gets to fuck a woman that he's stalked he finishes in like 2 seconds. Never appears to be any better at fucking any of the countless times he fucks after that. I bet his dick feels like a limp fish. Also got arrested for having sex in a public place and constantly jacks off in public like I think if you were any good at sex you wouldnt need to be doing that. Tried to have a bisexual foursome once to get his wife to leave him and he wimped out so hard at the idea of fucking another man even though he is arguably bisexual himself. The most sexual tension he ever actually had was with a hallucination of another man he had in his own head. Just kind of pathetic"

[hobie-enthusiast]

Can I request a hobie x male reader where hobie first notices the reader when he's performing on stage with his band? Hobie thinks his voice is sooo good and is soo hot so he talks to him after the show? Thanks!!

CAUGHT IN A DAZE !

— hobie brown x singer!masc!reader

— fluff, flirting and banter, singer reader, petnames (sweetheart, darling, pretty boy), hobie is shamelessly flirting, pubs and concerts, light cursing (shit like once), hobie calls the reader ‘smokin’, hobie’s bandmates are menaces

— hobie brown can tell when people have talent, so maybe that’s why he felt the need to find you after your show

— woohoo more male reader im so thankful. also so sorry for how long this took to come out life has been a little rough lately lol

Hobie and his bandmates decided to have a night of pub hopping to look for a new venue. Somewhere free, where they can entertain without worrying about the place being crashed with police and such. They just wanted to play some music.

The last pub they stopped to was a hole-in-the-wall, like most of their locations. A band was already playing tonight, and the energy was seemingly high amoung the patrons. Lights flashed between blue and purple, making the place seem cooler than it was.

“Gonna go find th’ owner!” One of Hobie’s mates shouted over the volume.

Hobie nodded as he was left with his drummer, giving him time to actually analyze the band playing. The music was catchy, similar to what Hobie plays and listens to. The drummer and bassist are smiling and laughing, enjoying themselves and the energy.

Then his eyes land on the singer.

Onstage, you were pouring your heart out. Even for such a dingy place. You were passionate in your singing, giving the crowd your bands best. Your voice was something that easily captivated Hobie. Each word you sung was tugging at his brain, almost as his heart, pulling him in every-time. The way you smiled and smirked, enjoying your little fame with your band, was something he admired.

As the song finished, Hobie gave his own applause. He was seemingly clapping the loudest, causing you to glance at him with a small bit of confusion. Then you smirk, throwing a wink his way with it.

That. Damn. Smirk.

You had Hobie captivated and didn’t even know it.

“Thank you everyone for comin’ out tonight!” You announce, prompting yet another round of applause. “We got one more song for the night. We’ll be back next week!”

With those words, you signal the start of the next song. The crowd seemingly goes crazy, already knowing what you were bound to play. It was a classic closer.

As the song continued, Hobie was seemingly in a daze. One that his bandmate noticed.

“Yo, mate, you good?” He questions, causing Hobie to snap out of it.

“‘s all good. They’re bloody good, ‘ll give ‘em that.”

The other nods “Yeah, ‘specially that singer. I think he was lookin’ at ya, mate.”

Though Hobie waved his friend off, he knew it was true. You looked right at him. You even winked. He had to tell you how good you sounded. How amazing your voice was. How much he enjoyed himself.

This was out of character for him. Of course, Hobie could admit when he sees talent. He can acknowledge it whenever it crosses his eyes. But he doesn’t ever let other bands know he admired them, much less individuals.

The song soon ended, and your band exited the stage to grab some water. You high-fived the others, congratulating everyone on such a good show. Spirits were high, and you couldn’t be more proud.

“Aye, good job [Name]! Want somethin’ to eat?”

“Just grab whatever. I’m gonna head to the dressing room.”

Your bandmates went to grab some food while you headed the opposite way. You were humming a song to yourself, turning the corner. Then, you hit someone, knocking into a seemingly strong body.

“Ah.. shit, I’m sorry.” You groan, rubbing your arm.

Well Hobie certainly didn’t think it would be this easy to find you. “‘s alright, swee’heart. Was my bad.”

Glancing up, you come face to face with a really gorgeous guy. He had decorated piercings all over his face, seemingly cool hair, and just such a laid-back aura about him. He was just so easy to stare at.

Then you remember this guy. He was the one you threw a wink at. The one who clapped louder than most for your band’s set. The one who stared at you almost the whole time he watched. He was a fan, if anything, you were confident in your thought.

“Hey, I know you. You were in the crowd tonight.” You point out with a small smile. “Enjoy the show?”

Hobie muses. “Yeah, was pre’ty impressed. You’ve got a killer voice, mate.”

Your face goes red at the compliment. This seemingly effortlessly cool guy was complimenting your voice. The voice you just sung and put out to a small crowd in a tiny pub. That he also happened to have been in.

“That means a lot! I’m glad you enjoyed!”

Hobie shrugged, leaning against the wall. “You’ve got a killer ons’age presence too. And you’re insanely smokin’, s’ you’re pre’ty set, mate.”

Oh!

Oh.

“That’s a pretty bold statement from a fan. But I enjoyed it.” You respond, smiling as you shrugged. “Just a guy trying to entertain the masses.”

You had to admit, Hobie knew how to get what he wanted. He said what was on his mind, despite only talking to you for about a minute or two. It was incredibly charming. You’ve had plenty of pushy fans try to get your attention in the worst ways. But Hobie was way different. He talked to you so casually, as if chatting with an old friend.

Hobie smirks as he chuckles. “I know how t’ make a pre’ty boy feel good ‘bout himself.” He says, his eyes watching the way you stand and listen to him.

He reaches into his pocket, pulling out a napkin and pen. He writes something against the wall, causing you to crane your neck to try and see. But he finishes before you can, placing the napkin in your hand with a wink.

Then he walks off, with no more words.

You glance down at the napkin and a small smile plays at your lips. It has an address, phone number, and date on it, with a message at the bottom, written in a mixture of uppercase and lowercase letters;

‘bands playing here. come by. text me your next show date. - hobie’

So his name was Hobie.. you liked that name. It seemingly matched the guy you saw, the one who spoke so flawlessly and cooly, the one who seemingly made you almost breathless just by his presence. You definitely had to go to this concert. Had to see him in his own band. It was definitely going to be a sight to see.

You fold the napkin and slid it in your pocket, heading back to your band. While sitting there, you shot the number a text, saving it as well, wanting to inform Hobie of your intentions.

Me (12:32 AM):

thxs for the invite

ill see ya then

Hobie (12:33 AM):

that was quick

never caught ur name darlin

Me (12:33 AM):

its [Name]

Hobie (12:34 AM):

suiting

ill see ya, sweetheart

To say Hobie’s messages didn’t have your stomach doing some flips would be a lie. You were excited to get to know this guy, the mysterious pierced guy who thought you were good looking.

Hobie also had a smile tug at his lips after messaging you back. His band took notice, nudging him.

“Get that singer’s number, aye? Ya already look lovesick!”

Hobie rolled his eyes. “What of it?” Was all he said.

Yet even though both of you spent the night with your respective friends and bands, you couldn’t help but have thoughts of each other, awaiting the next faithful day you will meet.

[clovis-enthusiast]

Hey Clovis, with Mother’s Day around the corner, I’m curious: are you close with your mom? Will you be celebrating with her?

(ooc: not me answering this months later 💀)

"huh, oh mother's day? that was... ah... a week ago or something, right? *yawn* yeah im close with my ma mère. my mom, i mean. i don't see her a lot physically anymore since ive got *yaaawwwnnn* counselor duties and whatnot, but i talk to her in my dreams at least once a week or so. try to at least. even just a small check-in with a nice hug is better than nothing."

"i see my dad far more often than my mom because... you know... i do be sleepin' and hypnos is actually one of the more attentive godly parents, but i grew up with my mom so she'll always have that edge though i love them both a lot."

"*yawwwnnn* oh, yeah. the other question. i asked nico to shadow travel me to see mom on mothers day. brought her some cookies the dryads made since she loves sweet stuff. also gave her a fleece tie blanket i made in arts and crafts that took me... well... approximately A Long Time to finish but she loved it and she smiled a lot and thanked me and told me she loved me and gave me a hug and *yawn* it was really nice. what was Not really nice was will badgering me and nico later because apparently will wants me to leave my cabin and go outside but when i ask nico very nicely to shadow travel me somewhere he gets all grumpy. *shrug* beggars cant be choosers."

"but yeah... yeah. i love my mom." 💙

(ooc/headcanons under the cut)

hi hi!! so i headcanon that clovis's mom was originally from france (hence his very french name) and moved to new york under the guidance of hypnos through dreams in order to get his son to camp without being too far away from his mama. his mom speaks almost solely french and very little english so clovis grew up speaking french AND english since he attended public schooling before going to camp and switching to be a year round camper after he became the head counselor of his cabin.

i imagine they are very close. his mother had to be very attentive with clovis due to his narcolepsy and hypersomnia. as a baby and toddler, it was often difficult to figure out if he needed to be fed or was sick etc. because he slept so much, and he also was slower to learn how to walk and hit other developmental milestones because of that. due to his mother speaking little to no english, as clovis got older, he often stayed by her side when he wasnt at school to help translate.

i have two ideas for what his mother does career-wise. one idea is that she works in a library which is why and where clovis obtained a ton of his knowledge about mythology aside from his dreams. the one i default to though is that she owns a small bakery (nearby a library) where she handmakes everything. clovis used to "work" there as well, usually to translate, but he grew up around his mother's baking so he is actually a very good baker! not many people know this since he's usually asleep which is a tragedy truly. now that his mom can speak and understand english a bit better and was also able to get enough funds to hire a translator once clovis became a year round camper, clovis doesnt venture down there too often. every once in a while though, he will ask for someone (usually nico) to go with him to visit his mom for a bit.

his mom has met and greatly enjoys the people he has befriended including but not limited to annabeth, nico, will, and lou ellen. she's very chatty and very generous so she often tries to convince clovis and his friends to stay for a homecooked dinner or spend the night. she also still has clovis's bedroom all set up and cozy for whenever he decides to drop by, just in case.

also, chiron actually helps clovis's mom out on the down low by allowing her to take some of the camp's strawberries for her baked goods under the agreement that she will send some over sometime which she is more than happy to do!

as stated above, i think clovis has, at the very least, weekly dream check-ins with his mom. he might not always have a lot to share but his mom adores him and listens to every word. on rare occasions, sometimes even clovis's half-siblings, his friends, or hypnos himself will stumble/be pulled into these check-ins and they'll all have a lovely lil hangout sesh.

but YEAH!! clovis loves him mama, and his mama loves him!!

[lustsright-handman]

IM MAKING THE BENJAPLUSH!!

tutorial and patterns by @deep-space-lines

i’ll be posting updates under #lust benjaplush tag so we can keep things organized

a couple of notes about the project before i get started:

i chose to hand-sew the entire plushie! i do this for all of my plushies because it makes them feel more personalized :3

^ regarding the above, i use a blanket stitch when sewing from the inside, and a ladder stitch to close things up and sew pieces together after stuffing. if anyone wants me to explain those, let me know in the comments or tags!

i did NOT use any upholstery foam, only stuffing/polyfill. i like the soft rounded look from polyfill, and upholstery foam is stupidly expensive around here.

i used a dark grey blizzard fleece for the entire plushie — i recommend fleece for plushies for the softness and how forgiving of a fabric it is! fleece hides seams quite well, so it’s alright if the sewing is a little ugly :3

LONG POST INCOMING!!

Today’s Benjaplush Update: Day 1-2

DAY 1: cutting fabric & starting the legs!

as it turns out, OP’s patterns only actually need 1.5ft of fabric if you’re good at tetris (cutting patterns with the least fabric waste possible)!

one thing i recommend over the course of the making of the Benjaplush is STUFF WHILE YOU TURN IT BACK OUT. this will save you so many headaches with small ends, i PROMISE.

lust hand reveal??

DAY 2: finishing the legs and head!

i decided to add wire to the insides of the legs for structure and pose-ability

a few notes about the head:

SEW THE BUTTONS ON EARLY. once again, this will save you a bunch of headaches later on. i put them on about halfway through adding the bottom of the head and that still was tricky, so add them even earlier.

unlike OP’s instructions, i did NOT cut out a piece for the neck from the bottom of the head. i’ll elaborate on why i made that choice in the next Benjaplush Update!

That’s all for today! Next update in 2 days

[preciadosbass]

13/8/24 [5x DIYS today + one package!! // key + significant photos at end.]

woke up at 10 and immediately went outside to see boris. [before taking ages to get out of bed, that is.] he was really excited to see me this morning and layed down on my shoes. i stayed outside with him for at least 30 minutes before i started getting paranoid my prevision would show up. once i got inside i got dressed into my silent hill shirt, dark cargo jorts, and various bracelets consisting of a spiked cuff, my chemical romance/sleeping with sirens/pierce the veil/panic! at the disco band bracelets, and a wooden beaded bracelet. all of which being in the colour scheme of black, white, and dark green. i love matching my outfits.

once i was done getting ready, i made a ‘key’ for my journals and added it to my intro, and started writing this. at 11:10 my dad came into my room and told me that my prevision isn’t even coming round so that’s sort of a relief. with that, i went back outside with boris for about 10 minutes until my eyesight started going weird and i could only see yellow because of how sunny it was on the driveway. upon getting inside, i had a cup of tea and asked my dad to help me out with the start of my can tab bracelet as i’m useless at following youtube tutorials.

he did the first bit of pattern until i caught up onto it and then started doing it myself. like i’ve mentioned before, i know i dont have enough tabs so it ended up being a little off the length around my wrist. which is annoying because i’m so close to it fitting but i sent my aunt a picture of my progress so she remembers to keep on collecting can tabs for me lmaoo 😭 anyway, im glad i’ve finally gotten around to doing something with tabs apart from making smaller jewellery/making diy pins as i’ve been thinking about making a bracelet for years now. i always end up collecting my own and then losing the stash. however that trinket box i made has been helping me keep track without them going anywhere and everywhere. [photos at end.]

i did what i could with the bracelet and finished at 12:20. after writing about it, i decided on starting to add the key to the end of every one of my journals. hopefully it’ll make it easier for people to understand what on earth i speak about. i went upstairs to my sisters room at 1:25 and watched her play fnaf security beach again. she got stuck with what the task was pretty quickly, so i decided to just listen while looking up every now and then and make a collage in my journal. i made one out of the leaflets from the premier inn we stayed in + the car park recipts. after finishing, i decided to make another with various other receipts from the weekend [like the receipt from my green day cd]. [photos at end] my sister got up to the part of the game where you need to find a head and use a party pass or something.

i don’t really like the second collage i made, or either of them actually, but its whatever. i stayed watching her game until 2:30 when i went outside with boris. at some point, someone pulled up on our driveway. usually when people do that, they’re looking for an assisted living home just down the road — for some reason the addresses always get messed up. but, he handed me a package. i’m just glad i wasn’t in my pyjamas. on his way back to the car, boris came up to him and he stroked him which was sweet. i called my mum to ask if the package was hers or mine and she told me to open it anyways.

it sort of felt like some kind of plushie though the packaging, but when i opened it up it was just something wrapped up very thoroughly. i ripped open the bubble wrap and saw my black parade gerard way funko pop!!! i was getting worried because technically only one of my packages from depop had come so i was relieved to receive him. i took a picture of him and then set him up beside my concert tickets because that’s where i put all of my important things. i will display him on my desk’s shelf at one point but it’s too messy at the moment and i don’t want him to get scratched or anyting along those lines.

i went back up to my sister after fussing boris outside at 2:40. i thought i was going upstairs to watch her play more five nights at freddy’s but she started showing me horror-ish game trailers. she made me pick out one for her to buy so i can watch her play it. she knows i already really want to watch her play fnaf4 so that was sort of out of the question. i couldn’t choose between this low graphic game with barely any plays or bendy and the ink machine. after somewhat picking, i went downstairs as my parents came back from an appointment/the town centre. i showed them my gerard figurine and they were shocked by the size of him loll

my dad reused the packaging from my gerard funko pop to package a few cds he was selling so me, him and my mum walked down to the post office through the woods. i only really wanted to go to get my steps up but i quickly regretting it concidered today was the day after the hottest day of the year. we snuck round the back garden door just incase boris followed us from the driveway. upon getting there, i picked out some low cal treats for myself and got my sister some sweets. on the way back home, i decided to walk back by myself the road way because i was sure it’d be quicker and less exhausting as the woods is all up and down. me and my parents split up and i got home 6 minutes before them.

once i got back i gave my sister her sweets and sat outside with boris. my vision started going weird again so i had something to drink and sat in my room for a while until my sister came down to call me up to watch her play bendy and the ink machine. i went up and watched while playing mcr + the used cover of under pressure, two songs off mcr live in valencia [nanana and vampire money] before she told me to turn it off as she doesn’t like mcr. because she’s stinky. her favourite song out of the music i listen to right now is all my life by falling in reverse so i played that and we both sang along to it. she’s starting to learn it off by heart now.

i went back down into my room at 6:30 and wrote more of this journal. i continued doing so up until 7:30 when i copied all of the journals i’ve written so far into my notes app just incase i get logged out of this or something. afterwards i posted asking whoever’s reading this right now to let me know who does/does not want to be tagged when i post [PLEASE LIKE/COMMENT EITHER ON THAT POST OR HERE SO I KNOW!!] and went outside with boris for just a minute to say hi. i didn’t plan on going in immediately but it was really cold and he opened the door himself and went inside. i fed him and then went to living room as my dad had made me a cup of tea. i sorted through a few kandi/bead inspiration photos.

then my mum and sister came back from my sister’s karate lesson. i started asking my mum about what i did yesterday as i hadn’t written anything about it until tonight. she didn’t know much as she was out for the first half of the day so i went outside in the garden to my dads shed and asked him about my day instead. i took notes and then went through them with my mum. after everything was somewhat confirmed i went into my room, put on my green day cd and wrote about yesterday.

at 9:23 i decided to make this star out of bendy wire and tiny beads. i made it in the colours of the gay flag, because that’s my flag, but mainly because i love that colour scheme. i unironically put it everywhere/generally make everything in those colours. i finished at 9:45. afterwards i got out a bottlecap and a few beads i cut off thrifted jewellery from my shed outside. i couldn’t make a hole through it so i went out to my dads hut and asked if he could. he said that he can tomorrow with his drill and also do my shells for the windcharm i’ve been planning to make. i went to check on boris and then i made a gecko out of kandi at 10. i was supposed to make his eyes black but the only black beads i have didn’t fit through the elastic i use. i’m not ecstatic over how he came out, but i don’t hate it as much as my first animal kandi attempt. [photos of diy’s at end, warning their both very funky looking.]

my cd ended at around 10:50. i’ve listened to the album before but i’ve never tracked what my favourite song off it is. id say based off listening to it today, ‘jesus of suburbia’ is my #1. i went upstairs to my parents at 11, wrote a bit of this journal, checked if boris wanted to come back inside, and actually finished asking my questions at 12. i let boris in and my mum and sister got into a huge argument afterwards so i went into the kitchen with him and shut the door to drain some of the noise out. i spoke to him for a while until he started scratching on the dishwasher which means he wants to go outside. i let him out at around 12:20 and kept on going to check if he wanted to come back inside. i checked again at 12:50 and got jumpscared by my dad trying to toast a bagel.

i continued checking while sorting through giphy to find more interest related gifs in advance for future journals up until 1 when boris came back inside. he had something to eat, came into my room, and i said goodnight to him at around the same time he came in, and finished at 2. while talking to him i showed him all of the crafts i’ve done today + my gerard funko pop. i like updating him on what i do throughout the day when i’m not with him. i went to sleep at 2:50 after figuring out the first/last name for my killjoy oc [i haven’t decided whether it’s going to be first or last name because i don’t have two yet.]

🗝️ — boris/my cat, prevision/keyworker i have to see instead of being taken back into mainstream education

have a good day/night O_o

[ghoul-bonez]

Hey it’s Pie 👉🏼👈🏼

Me too Im feely girl rather than touchy lol.

AAA Im so happy that your requests are open! I don’t care if it will take for ever but I need to drop this idea down. I requested it to writer before but I think she forgot about it, it’s fine ❤️‍🩹. Any way Im giving you the start and you continue hehe. but first let me explain neteyam character 030.

the story or one shot it’s your choice will be NETEYAM 29yo X AVATAR!READER 27yo

Let’s say Neteyam after he become a worrier refuse to choose a mate Jake and Neytiri even his grandmother talk to him about it but he didn’t listen and stick with his choice. you ask why? because he didn’t want to bring his children to this war and possibility to lose them! he devoted himself to become strong worrier and be a nightmare to the sky people. he’s cold and firm with every one. except for Lo’ak and Kiri kids.

The reader is sweet girl but her tough life brings her.

………..

Here you are setting and staring at your light reflection on the train window, muse on your face features. blue skin,big round golden eyes and pointed ears, it’s been a year since you became an avatar, your human body have been replaced with this alien body!, it’s mean that you’re stuck in this planet!. you sacrificed your whole life on earth, you even sacrificed your own human body! for what? well … you needed money.. actually your family needed the money! the living was so hard on earth , and space military pays very well in exchange for you to serve against the enemy aliens called Navi’s. Now you’re assigned for your third mission, protecting this train and all it has, weapons, equipments and some important materials. You sight nervously praying for this mission to pass in peace like the previous missions. You weren’t a good soldier and dying in the war field was a huge possibility. You inhale deeply trying to calm your nerves. The avatar woman soldier next to you laughed “Nervous?”, you looked at her and nod softly “a little bit” shy smile draw on your mouth, she pat your thigh “don’t be! nothing will gonna happen” and she gives you assuring smile. Ironically after this small talk the train explode and everything went black ….

You were laying on pieces of broken glass that gives you multiple scratches. You open your eyes slowly, hearing a ringing sound that hurts your head, you start to blink rapidly trying to get your focus back, loud gunshots! loud war screams!, you panicked realising the train got attacked by the enemies, they say the third’s a charm!!, you look around and your heart etched seeing the woman soldier next to you were dead, eye open lifelessly! . You groan painfully from your sudden movement. You raised your head to check yourself trying to figure where this pain comes. You saw a big bleeding gash in your thigh. You cursed under your breath’Fuck’. You heard another explosion and your panic started again, you get up sitting difficulty fighting your pain, your gun is finished so you started to look around for any weapon and your eyes landed on the dead woman gun. You crawled to her, muffled groans run from your mouth, you grabbed the gun but when you pull it the gun was stuck! you realised there is strip set the gun around her. you tried to left her body but it was very heavy and you were too tired to try more. So you decide to run from all of this or you will gonna die soon. You rip a piece from your shirt and tie it above your gash tightly to slow your bleeding and get up on your feet difficultly. You limb slowly trying to ignore the pain, eyeing your surroundings and the war felid was a scary mess. You look to the forest in front of you, you give your surroundings one last check and when you saw it was clear you start limping as fast as you could towards the forest, not knowing that there’s eyes saw you.

Your fast limbing slowed down, sighted relieved washing you when war noise fainted, but your relieve disappeared when arrow hit the tree next to you surprised you! , the first thing cross your mind was start running again. But another warning arrow stab the same tree make you freeze and blow this stupid idea away. You slowly raised your hands sign of surrender. A deep voice with thick accent “drop your weapon or I will shoot”, you were terrified because this’s the first time you interact with the enemy. You swallowed nervously ‘I d-don’t ha-have any’ stuttering hard. The navi man start to walk carefully towards you, hearing his footsteps come closer made your heart bound violently and that makes your thigh bleed more again. Your breath heavily and your vision becomes blurry, you shake your head to focus more on your situation. Tall shadow covers you and in this moment you know he’s behind you. you were fighting to keep your conscience but you fainted from losing blood. The navi man looked at you coldly.

SO? keke

To add on ⬇️

Hey Pie!!!

Love the idea & start! I’m gonna use that idea & start, but re-write some because I have some things/ ideas to add on 😋

Definitely gonna try to start writing it, soon hopefully, and hopefully it’ll go well! Really feeling some inspo for this idea!!!

(P.S. I’m rewatching My Little Pony & your name reminds me of Pinkie Pie! /pos :D)