#i probably wont do the full thing but *shrug*

[yelenasdiary]

I dont know why i cant get this idea out of my head

But i’d love to just read fluffy soft wholesome fic

Of Artist yelena and her girlfriend decorating For Christmas in their house

Because of yelena being an artist she comes up with this crazy fun cute idea on how to decorate the house for Christmas for her and her girlfriend to do together

It wont be like your typical Christmas colours it be super colourfull like different coloured lights to go on the tree or round the house and stuff

(Please let me know if this request makes sense and if you do it please just like dm me)

~👀

A Merry Kaleidoscope Christmas

Pairing: Artist! Yelena Belova x GN! Reader

Summary: You and Yelena decorate the house for Christmas without the traditional Christmas vibes.��

Fluff

Warnings: None, if I missed any, please let me know | 1.1K

AC: Thank you for sending this! It made me miss Painter! Yelena hehe, I hope you enjoy! x

Holiday Special Masterlist

Dating an artist always came with the holidays being bigger and full of so much creativity and that’s exactly how you found your girlfriend, staring blankly at the white wall of the living room, her mind racing with multiple ideas for decorations and layouts to turn the home into a Christmas wonderland. 

“What are you thinking?” You asked softly, knowing she was deep in thought with the way her eyes squinted ever so slightly with a tilt of her head, her ideas were flowing. 

“This year, we’re not going to do that traditional red and green colours. This year, I’m thinking big, bright and colourful!” She replied, nodding to herself as the images in her mind started to come together. “Have you ever looked through a kaleidoscope before?” She asked. 

“I have” you said, slightly unsure of what ideas your girlfriend had. 

“When you walk into our home, I want it to feel like you’re looking through a kaleidoscope! We’ll make homemade decorations and use every colour we can think of, every room is going to be so festive!” She beamed with excitement, her eyes brightened at the thought which brought a smile to your face. 

“Sounds interesting! I’m in!”

“We should probably head to the crafts store then” Yelena turned to you, smiling softly. 

The craft store was nothing more than a toy store to your girlfriend who filled the cart with bright colored paints, sequins, paper, glitter, some DIY ornaments to make the job a little easier and plenty of other craft items you were sure she would find a use for. Her enthusiasm only grew with every item she placed in the cart, leaving you to be swept up in her infectious energy. 

Once home, the first thing you guys did was start to decorate the Christmas tree. Yelena wrapping an array of neon lights around the green branches before you would wrap a different range of neon colored tinsel around the tree. Then it was on to the ornaments. Together, you painted and glittered the rounds of clear glass, creating a breathtaking range of different bursts of color. You watched as Yelena would pour so much creativity in her craft, perfecting everything to a tee! You helped cut out different shapes from the range of colored paper, gluing them together over shared laughs and a paper ball fight. “I think this is the best Christmas tree we’ve had!” You complimented as you took a step back to admire the Christmas tree in all its bright and colorful beauty. 

“We need one last touch” Yelena said as she pulled out a tiny, handcrafted paper banner that read ‘Merry Christmas’, she looked at you with her soft loving eyes, “would you help me jazz this up a little?”

“What do you think? An overload of glitter to make it pop?” You asked making Yelena chuckle lightly, “okay my little mind reader, how did you know?”

You playfully shrugged, “I might have seen you eyeing up the rest of the glitter” 

Yelena shook her head as she placed the banner on the dining table while you grabbed the bottle of glue. “Thank you for trusting my crazy vision, I like to change it up sometimes” Yelena said in an almost whisper. 

“Darling, I think all your crazy visions are perfect” you smiled, reaching for the purple glitter to sprinkle over the letter M, “I always look forward to what ideas you will come up on holidays like these and besides, I like not following the traditional theme sometimes… they can be tacky” you added. Yelena’s heart glowing with love at your words, “let’s make this a tradition then! No more boring and tacky Christmas themes! We’ll do it even bigger and better each year” she replied with a growing smile and her artistic mind racing with even more ideas for next year’s Christmas. 

“I love that! But let’s just focus on this year first” you said, bringing her back to the now, “now let’s finish making this glitter mess” you added with a playful chuckle. 

As the day turned to night and snow began to fall, you and Yelena found yourselves snuggled up in the warmth of the firepit, wrapped in the most colorful Christmas throw blanket that Yelena could find. Her arms wrapped lovingly around you, your head resting comfortably on her chest while she ran her fingers through your short hair. “Merry kaleidoscope Christmas love” you whispered softly, sinking into the love that filled the room. 

Yelena, smiling softly, “Merry kaleidoscope Christmas indeed, I think we definitely accomplished that goal” she chuckled as she looked around the room. The soft glow from the neon fairy lights mixed with the shine of the fire’s flame lit the room perfectly, all the bright colors coming to life like the two of you were living inside of an actual kaleidoscope. Yelena, being the artist she was, couldn’t wait to show off all the wonderful arts and crafts you both had done. 

Yelena knew that this was only the beginning of their artistic adventures with you, and she couldn’t wait to make more memories with you. She placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head, “I couldn’t have done of this if it weren’t for you, my muse” 

You looked up at her, already getting lost in her eyes, “I love being a part of your big, colour and crafty world, if anything you’re my muse” You smiled softly before she pressed her lips against yours, kissing you deeply like she always did. “I can’t wait to spend many more Christmases with you” she whispered, admiring the way your cheeks filled with love, “and to spend every other holiday with you, doing it our way” she added. 

“I can’t wait either, the neighbourhood kids are going to love easter and Halloween!” You beamed. 

“I love this…everything, I mean that” Yelena replied. 

You couldn’t help but admire how the twinkling fairy lights sparkled in her eyes, “I love you so much” she added softly, feeling just how much love she truly had for you. Waking up by your side each morning, coming home to you, sharing her creative mind with you whenever she had a burst of creativity, and you loved her for all of it. 

“You make every moment magical, my love, I love too” you smiled once more before diving in to kiss her again. Her arms tightened around you, not wanting to let any part of this moment slip away. With one moment at a time, the two of you would create a lifetime of love and creative magic.

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[mikalame]

hiya!!! could you write a really sweet fic (story) about y/n and Bill getting a huge matching tattoo together and Bill being asked about this tattoo on an interview and he just gets really shy etc (could you make the reader female and a singer) please ?

bye :D

"Are you sure you want to do this meine leibe, this is gonna take a couple hours, and will hurt a bit being where it is" Bill asks, eyes searching your face for any sign you may not feel 100% about this, exspechily because its a tattoo that will be on you forever.

"Yes im sure Bill, I've researched and all plus ill ask for some numbing cream, are you okay bill" You ask thinking that the reason he keeps asking you if your okay is becasue he isn't.

"Of course, i cant wait" he says kissing your cheek giving you tight hug and pushing open the tattoo shop's door.

Time skip

"how are you feeling hun, you in any serious pain" Bill asks eyes scanning over you again looking down at you, eyebrows pinched.

"Im fine Billl" you whine playfulling pushing him away giggling.

You two smile at eachother and walk to your car you look at your forearm and the tattoo placed on it, the phantom pain of it comeig back to you but the pride and meaning of it over powers it.

Time skip again

"SO WELCOME..... TOKIO HOTEL!" the interveiwer yells at the camera, the crowd behind it full on fangirls and boys yell in exsitement waving their banners and posters around hoping to catch one of the band members attention.

As the band walks on the stage single file line they wave at the fans, the majority of them smiling wider and yelling louder, while the crazy super fans faint or start yelling not so innocent things (i dont blame them ahaha)

"Hello we are so happy to be on the show with you today" Bill says taking the mircophone from the interviewer so the audiance could hear them clearly.

"Well im glad, so today we have a couple questions to ask you, if thats all right with you all" She says looking over the band and seeing their nodding heads.

"Okay, great sooo the first question is from.... Marie asking if any of you have any big regrets in you career". She cocks an eyebrow then looks at the band, a smile on her face.

"Oh well uhm probably styling my hair with CANS of hairspray, kinda wish i just wore a wig but oh well" Bill says shrugging passing the mircophone along.

"Oh hahaha, Okay next question" She says smile dropping as she reads the next couple of questions out.

"Oooo okay this one is for Bill , aparently you were seen with ___ going into a tattoo parlor, do you care to show us what you got" she asks smirk stretching on her face.

"Oh, uhm no sorry" Bill says shaking his head in disagreement, but the interviwer just keeps on begging.

After a while it really started to get on him nerves, more so when she brought the audiance in on it as well, but bill just kept on saying no, blushing hinding if face.

The tattoo was very important to bill and he didnt feel like it should be made public like this, exspeachily when it had such a deep meaning for bill and ___.

"Oh, well sorry ladys and gentlemen thats all the time we have today, sorry i coldn't make bill show the new tattoo but mabey next time" she say fake smile still prominent on her face.

As the band walks of the stage fareing their good byes bill mutters under his voice.

"There wont be a 'next time'".

They all groan as they sit down in the tour bus, tom cracking his back as well as gustav. "She was real adamant on getting the tattoo shown" Georg laughs opening a bag of chips sitting down across from the boy.

"Yeah she need to learn to take no for an answer, she must be a real treat in bed" tom laughs sarcastically behind the two.

"mmh" bill agrees putting his headphones in listening to a song ___ and him made when he was staying at her house one of the first times they met thinking about calling her when they head off to check up on her.

SORRY GUYS I DIDNT KNOW HOW TO END IT 😭.

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[1-800-c0sm1c]

꒰snooze !꒱

after an intense match in the apex games, there's only one legend crypto would even dare let his guard down around.

character x legend!reader

includes crypto !

warnings : none.

word count : 1268

a/n : can you tell i've been streaming lovejoy's music recently with the cmwyl lyric i shoved in there ? yeah i'm obsessed sorry not sorry 🫶

crypto was not one to let his guard down, ever. on the dropship, he was notorious for his silent and cold personality. how you managed to get him to warm up to you, let alone have an actual friendship with him was a mystery to your fellow legends.

after finishing a particularly rough match, you had offered crypto to come back with you to your apartment for a celebratory evening. he usually would be quick to decline, after all he always had work outside of the apex games that needed his attention. however, he's noticed he has a hard time saying no to you, especially when you look up at him with excitement in your eyes. crypto is sure he'd bang his head on any doorframe you seemed suitable for you two to go through if you looked at him the same way you always do.

he pretends to seem annoyed when agreeing, attempting to make the other legends around you on the dropship assume that he wasn't actually this quick to give in. although he highly doubts that anyone else's doe eyes would have the same effect on him that yours do, and he's not sure whether that's a blessing or a curse.

crypto's now relaxing on your couch, or at least, what he would consider relaxing. it's rare he gets a chance away from his work outside of when participating in the apex games, but he always can't help but feel a sense of guilt rush over him whenever he neglects it. so, even though it may not look like it, him sitting with his muscles tensed and brows furrowed, is his idea of taking a break.

you try your best not to laugh at him, the last thing you'd want to do is make him uncomfortable. but sometimes his awkwardness is amusing, and you choose to enjoy it while it lasts. "you look like you have a lot on your mind." you state, jumping up onto the couch next to him. "i always do." he replies, nonchalantly. you shrug in response, "yeah, i guess that's true. i just meant, you know, like you need a break." crypto pauses for a moment. he can't think straight when you're staring at him like that, like you see through him. was it that obvious how pent up he was? he guesses if it was obvious to anyone else they wouldn't have the courage to bring it up. not like you, never afraid to speak your mind, and incredibly stubborn.

"...아니, i'm fine." he finally answers, you don't look convinced in the slightest. "your eyebags look like they're working overtime at the local grocery store. when's the last time you got a full night's rest?" he looks away again, not sure whether he should answer honestly or not. he's probably gotten about 5 hours this week, and that's being generous. "it doesn't matter, i hardly notice when the time is passing anyway." he tries to play it off, hoping you wont press further, and surprisingly, you drop it. "yeah, sure. if you say so. if you're functioning i guess i can't get on your case about it." he lets out a breath of relief he hadn't even realized he was holding, and instantly regrets the answer he just gave you.

shit. maybe sleep was important. untensing his body even for such a short amount of time made the consequences of crypto's lack of sleep catch up to him real quick. he holds back a yawn, before attempting to strike up another conversation with you so he doesn't completely shut down. "you said you wanted to celebrate, what did you have in mind?" "oh, i don't know. i usually just end up with some cider in the hot tub by the end of the night. what do you think?"

he thinks its a horrible idea, but maybe if you begged him enough he'd think about it. just, not in his current situation. there'd be nothing more embarrassing than passing out in a hot tub and potentially drowning. plus, depending on who was around, removing his jacket was off limits for crypto. he's hoping you'll realize on your own how dumb of an idea that really was, and you'll be okay with just watching a movie or something. whatever gets him home the fastest.

you pout at him dramatically, "you wanna go home already? but you've been here for less than an hour. you'll have all the time in the world to be a boring nerd later, okay?" oh god, did he say that out loud? maybe it was too late for him, he was already totally delirious. he plays it off by looking annoyed, but with how exhausted he obviously looks it comes across more as a cranky toddler who's been woken up from their nap earlier than they'd like. you'd never tell crypto this as you value your life, but his grumpier side is actually really cute.

"what do you want to do then? since all my ideas are horrible.." you ask, heavy sarcasm in your tone that would make anyone else think you've spent too much time around crypto, but that he finds to be quite amusing. you're rubbing off on him too, just in hopefully less noticeable ways. he thinks about your question for a second, realizing he actually doesn't have any better suggestions and huffs a sigh and shrugs. "i don't know.." he mumbles.

you laugh under your breath and quickly clear your throat when he glances back at you, "well.. what do you usually do in your free time? outside of all the extra… stuff… you do?" he shrugs again nonchalantly, "i don't have time for other stuff." glancing down at his watch, he tries to pretend like the minutes aren't passing slower than ever. he can't even use the excuse that he's wasting his time. and even if he could, he wouldn't use it to guilt you.

"if you did have time, then. what would you do with it?" "sleep." crypto responds almost immediately. his eyes have started to get much more difficult to keep open, and he knows once they're closed they won't open again for a bit. you've noticed this, and subtlety move closer towards him until your shoulder touches his. you're not sure if it's the padding in his jacket or if he's really that out of it but he doesn't react at all to the distance between you being much smaller than it was before. "i mean, nobody's stopping you. i have a spare room or you can crash here on the couch if you want."

crypto quickly shakes his head, feeling slightly lightheaded afterwards. "that won't be necessary." you decide to test the waters by gently laying your head on his shoulder. this time he flinches, but he doesn't push you away. "are you sure? you look exhausted, i don't think you could make the walk back to your apartment." he scoffs, but doesn't deny his tiredness anymore. "whatever." crypto mutters.

you lift your head up to let him adjust on the couch, and he seems insistent on falling asleep sitting up perfectly straight. "that cannot be comfortable.." you laugh as you place your head back down and gently move his to lay on top of yours. crypto almost sputters out a protest but finds he's too tired to care anymore and instead simply says "wake me up in an hour." as he yawns. "yeah right. i'll see you in 8." you smile at your own remark, and crypto smiles too before closing his eyes finally and falling asleep.

[slashingdisneypasta]

Non / Disney Villains x Reader || Headcanons [PART 2]

More characters, more kinks- I hope you find something here! ^^ A part 2 to this post.

Topic: SMUT- again.

Warnings/kinks: NOT. SFW, I can tell ya that much!! Ruts, panty-sniffing and stealing, somnophillia, sex work, alien fucking, probable size difference, riding, tentacle sex, dub-con roleplay, cybug!king candy/turbo??, legit breeding, referenced non-con (Just saying you couldn't get away if you wanted to), monster fucking, one-night-stand, orgasm denial and edging, dumbification and teasing, hypnotism and possible non-con, voice kink, betrothal, age difference, sexual sacrifice?, Step Mother/Step 'Child' (Not really a child!!!! An adult!!!!!), finger-sucking kink, and manhandling.

Includes: Sheriff of Nottinhgam, Mr Scroop, Captain Gantu, Scar, Wheezy Weasel, Ursula, King Candy, Eris (Sinbad; Legend of the Seven Sea's), Steelbeak (2017), Smartass Weasel, Kaa, Shere Khan, Mr Swackhammer, Shan Yu, Queen Narissa, Prince John, and Oogie Boogie.

Okay, the Sheriff of Nottingham may not seem to be the type to be hounded by his animal instincts but he does indeed experience heats. It starts out pretty tame, he just starts to particularly enjoy your smell when you're around, getting a little more touchey feely with you and perking up when you're around- but then he's taking your underwear to work and visiting you multiple times throughout the day, and finally- he's got his snout buried in between your legs when you wake up in the morning. He couldn't help himself!, sorry.

The next time that Silver's crew turns up at your work (The Brothel), its Scroop that gets to you first. Now 'kind' is not a word you would use to describe this one but he is still experienced- the way that old alien uses your body that night is damn practised. He roughly spreads your legs to the perfect angles to receive his selfish thrusts, the mean smirk on his face punctuates all the awful things he says to you in just a way that has you even more turned on, and the cold way he looks at you sends tingles straight up your spine. When he leaves in the morning, the only tip he offers you is a warning not to leave here- he'll be back sometime.

I know someone has mentioned this before, but riding Captain Gantu?? He is so stressed and just needs to be enveloped by something nice, and hot, and all-encompassing for a good long while. Your cunt/ass is his first choice, so impale yourself on his huge cock and slowly rock your hips. Don't let it go too quick, either- Make it last for hours, just live with the full feeling for as long as you can. And watch the stress leave his body.

Scar's a dom but he expects you to do all the work- And call him your majesty, hm? The only time that he'll service you, is when he thinks you're going to leave him or he wants something from you. Then the manipulative little shit will prove how king-like he really actually is... at oral. His licks dipping into you/leading up your length are lazy but deep, and purposeful, and strong, and he takes his damn time, too- dragging out your pleasure and your perfect orgasm until you're twitching and writhing underneath him. Until he's good and ready (A.K.A, when he's sure you're so absolutely tongue-drunk you'll agree to anything). And oh, he loves the sight of you like this. He thinks, maybe he should do this more often... then shrugs. We'll see.

Another lazy one is Wheezy. You wouldn't think he has much sex drive, and to be honest it is rather low- or was. When he saw you, though, he knew he wanted you. And he wanted to make you feel good. He wont lift a finger until he deems it necessary, those cold eyes just watching you undress while he stands fully clothed and smokes, the tiniest smirk on his face. He might feel tired enough to even just keep standing there and let you suck him off, first. But then he knows he has to give back, though, so lie down now baby. Spread your pretty legs. Or he'll sit down at the edge of the bed himself and pat his lap, getting you to straddle him and ride him. His movements will be slow, but methodical.

And we've reached the tentacle sex and roleplay segment- with Ursula, of course. You get to be the innocent beach-goer and she gets to feel you up like you don't know eachother. Imagine you're relaxing, laying on a rock a little further out from the beach, in the deeper waters, with your eyes closed against the warm sun when something tubular and slimy prods and slips around the confines of your bikini bottoms- enough creeping over you lips. Because she's lubed up quite enough from being underwater and you've been slowly getting wetter and wetter waiting on her, it doesn't take long at all before one fat tentacle is pumping into and massaging your meaty walls, your back arched up, your shaking hands gripping at the rock and the towel beneath you and your moans muffled by the second tentacle gripping and squeezing around your mouth. Your orgasm is silent, explosive, and Ursula promises more later before disappearing back into the depths of the sea..

CYBUG KING CANDY FUCKS LIKE A DAMN RABBIT. Any time and anywhere- you are his mate and sometimes he wants you so bad that he drools... Luckily for him- he's so ginormous that you couldn't get away from him even if you wanted to. So he has you. And he can take you and shove his huge, seemingly eternally hard cock into your tiny perfect hole whenever he pleases- which is very very often. Also every time he mates with you, the intent is to breed, to make a horde of little him's and you's, because you're just so perfect and he loves you and- godddddddddddddddd he wants you so bad. Lay down gum drop, he needs you again now~

Like with Sinbad, Eris makes it no secret that she wants you. It probably wouldn't change her intent to use you and probably ruin your life for some chaos~~ But if you wanted to, she would happily spend a night with you. Unlike Sinbad? You go for it. Her mouth tastes sweet like ambrosia and she kisses deeply, stroking your tongue almost soothingly... before she edges you for hours, denying your orgasm until you cry for her. She's the goddess of chaos, cutie... what'd you expect? She's going to destroy you.

Oh my goodness, Syndrome is such a dick. He has you, his assistant and lover, going about business (At MEETINGS, with important potential BUYERS) with a powerful vibrator inside you that he has the remote for in his pocket. Most of the day its on, but on a lower mode, just steadily turning you on and making you sensitive so when other people ask you for things they find that you act... really nervous, and awkward. They figure its just nerves, though. Syndrome'll turn it up so you're dangerously close to just cumming on the spot when he asks you for something and you'll feel his eyes and smug smirk on you as you go to do that thing, legs shaking and just desperately trying to control yourself. And no- you cant go to the bathroom. This is very important meeting, Y/N. Damn.

Steelbeak LOVES dumbification. Just making you as cock-drunk (1) as fucking possible so he's the smart one, for once. And he's a big guy- so he can absolutely plow you until you're absolute mush. Definitely takes advantage of that, because he just Loves having you whine and not even be able to answer the simplest of questions as he slows down again to a terribly maddening speed and tucks some hair behind your ear- like what's four plus four baby??... What's our address?? Sugar, where we at right now? ... What time is it? ... Heh, no baby that's so wrong! He'll chuckle, when all you can manage is to beg him and call his name, squeezing tight around him. With you grinding against him and clenching him so freaken good he wont be able to hold off from giving you what you want for too long, but- It gives him such a trip and makes him so happy while it lasts. So when he gives you that look at the end of the day... you know you're in for a long night.

On how Smartass listens to Greasy a whole lot more then anyone thought: You thought being with the gangster was going to pretty boring; You know, vanilla. You would get undressed, you'd kiss, he'd get off and you would fake it. But... good lord, you haven't even managed to get all your clothes off and you've already had an orgasm?? And he's not done???? Smartass knows exactly where the erogenous zones are and abuses them relentlessly. He's not gentle, of course, he touches your skin roughly and sneers in your face- but good god the way he uses his tongue is downright disgusting. In a textbook way, because he's not a big fuckboy and he just knows this stuff in theory- but fuck! it works.

Kaa... well I think you know where we're going with this one. You know we had to discuss it. Kaa and Hypnotism~~ Whether you're going into it having asked him for it, having wandered into the depths of the jungle in search for him, or you're just a poor~ unfortunate~ lost soul that accidentally found yourself in his coils- you will be totally at his mercy. This snake has a dark, dirty, demented mind despite the gentle sound of his voice, and he'll have plenty of creative ideas for what you can do for him: Starting with bending over at the waist to pick some flowers for him like a sweetheart while he 'watches over you'~ to holding your own legs open nice and wide for him~

Shere. Khan's. Voice. He knows what his voice does to you, and he definitely abuses the advantage. He loves to prowl up silently behind you when your attentions are preoccupied and speak directly into your ear- making your squeak, or gasp, or sigh. Its just adorable. He also talks a lot during your private times~ together; Giving you directions, like- raise your behind, darling., Open your mouth, would you~ , and Take a walk, darling... lets see if you struggle at all. If not... well we aren't finished with each other, are we?

Imagine being the only other Larger Sized One of the alien species on moron mountain- this is because of evolution. And it means that you're supposed to be sacrificed married to Swackhammer. Become his partner. Now, imagine your wedding night. You don't know him very well, you've barley spent any real time with him... and he's peeling away your clothes and touching you like he owns you. Like you're his. He smokes in your face, too, and presses his mouth to your skin greedily, licking up and tasting you. And yet... you find yourself keening into him, arching your back towards him, moaning into his mouth... is this biology, or do you like this gross old man???

You're a sacrifice to Shan Yu from the people in a village who desperately want to be safe. So they take you from your bed one night, and throw you out into the snow before him in just your sleep-wear. You willingly, though, go with him when he flashes a dark smirk down. You willingly sleep in the same tent as him. And you willingly allow him to take you inside it every night, moaning loud enough to keep the other men awake. Since you were a virgin when you were given over, you know only the pleasures that he can provide to you and you know that makes you the naïve, sweet, innocent one of the group of men around you everyday, and you do get teased (And desired. Coveted. Watched). But when Shan Yu has you moaning like a very common whore in the nights, his mouth worshipping your cunt/cock or his powerful manhood grinding against you- you cant bring yourself to give a fuck.

Oh my lord- Step Mother Queen Narissa!! Your father is a King, and she married him to develop her wealth and power, but you're the one that truly intrigued her. You reminded her of herself, when she was younger... prettier... untouched. Well... mostly untouched. Her fingers are buried inside you/curled firmly around you most every night, but... that's just a little fun between the two of you.

Prince John for sure has a finger sucking kink, for sure. Just tuck your thumb over his bottom teeth while you stroke him down there, or offer your pinky to him while your other slips under his tunic, or have him clean up all your fingers after he made a mess of them. He's quite good at it.

Oogie Boogie and manhandling!!! Yes!!! I've read stuff with this before but I love it. He throws you around like a sack of potatoes! Wrapping his canvas arm around your wrist or your waist and tugging you in quite suddenly against him, shoving you down onto that table so he can 'assess' you~, dragging you to him from across the floor or that table by your leg, grabbing you and twirling you back to him as if its all just a game... Anything to keep you close, keep his face and his chuckles against your neck, his 'hand' pressed against your hot as fuck crotch.

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(... yeahhh that pun may have been intended)

[terrence-silver]

What if that cobra husband scene in s4 the balcony kreese lifted terry shirt up and saw no tattoos and I know people would say he would feel hurt that Terry tried to erase him but for some reason I just think he would laugh and be like

“You really went all out,trying erase me guess the heterosexual vegan tofu life was not convincing you enough huh twig” then he just grab his neck all gentle,definitely trying trigger the tattoo parlor memory because i definitely feel like he call him twig just to get him back in line like I’m so sad we get didn’t get a twig line at all from older kreese or even in the 80s then he probably try to take him to go get the tattoo back on kidnapped him or something because no way in hell is terry erase him he won’t let him that tattoo was theirs and he going keep it even if kreese has to burn the stamp into his hip

Semper Fidelis.

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-"You really went all out, huh?"-

John has to chuckle into his own chin once he goes for the surprise offensive and lifts the pristine white fabric of Terry's shirt having the man's fingers defensively grip the hem of the fabric within the same instant, pulling it back down and adjusting it the way it was with an expression of quiet chagrin. He removed the ink. Their ink. Until all that remained was a pink, gaping maw spread across his ribs like a perpetual bruise of scarred tissue. -"Whatever happened to Semper Fi? Always loyal?"- He has to ask, watching Terry, or Terrence as he prefered going by these days, all formal and full named, fidget in his own skin, arm leaning on the glass fencing of the balcony, knuckles white, party going on below in the courtyard. Chatter, laughter and a whole bunch of nothing. -"You left. You're the last person to talk about loyalty."- He seethes, mouth all twisted up and John shakes his head, because oh, how he misunderstood. -"Ain't about me."- He states, shrugging. Of course it was disappointing, though. It was disappointing to see a memento of memories and camaraderie erased like that, senselessly, but there was something else that irked John far more and he couldn't believe he had to explain, to Terry Silver of all people, what that something was. Guess some people needed reminders. Be told how things really were upfront. -"Can remove me all you want, Terrence, sure, it's a free country."- He almost snorts into his own chin saying that, utilizing the entirety of Terry's name as an insult, laced with mockery. What? Was inking not in fashion anymore? Was that it? Wont get any brownie points with the peanut gallery down below eating all the food in his house if he maintains an army memory visible on his skin? Was it 1970-something again? Will he get called a war criminal baby killer by a bunch of people slurping oysters and sea weed for brunch who never lifted anything heavier than a spoon in their collective lives?

-"But what that tattoo meant? Really meant?"-

John scoots closer, maintaining Terry's steady gaze.

-"Your service? Your creed?"-

Yeah, there was a note of judgement in his tone of voice and he could feel it pooling up in his own mouth like venom. You don't cease being a soldier, that was the thing. Your military past doesn't end just because your war is seen as controversial. No good and no fair anymore. You stick with it and you stick with it until the very end. You don't go cowardly and start burning your uniform, tossing away your medals and discarding of old platoon photos just because that's the convenient thing to do on the sly. -"Lying to those fine people down there that you never served and that there's not much to say about it?"- John could sense himself get pissed off just uttering that out loud, dousing his words like gasoline, in hefty amounts of sarcasm when he referred to the so called company of friends mingling on the lawn as 'fine', watching Terry front by keeping his chin up high, never shrugging away, almost spitefully, eyes haughty. Cold. Someone needed to wipe that smug, self contented expression off of his face for his own sake. And then, John decides to take that nail and really drill it in. Let it hurt somewhat. -"What? You scared of them finding out what war you fought in?"- He feels himself tilt his head, only to watch Terry's shoulders shift slightly, by about a millimeter. Ah, there it was --- suppressed discomfort. -"Doubt their kind likes your kind too much."- John states the obvious. He could wager his life on the fact that these snowflakes would ever sit on the beachside veranda of someone who fought in Vietnam, no matter how pretty the veranda or the view were. -"They don't like your kind either."- Terry immediately retorts, all ice and bitterness, thinking he's really doing something big with that statement, his shirt now perfectly tucked in and immaculately straight.

His kind? They were the same kind. Were, at least.

Terry was talking about them like they were a separate entity and not a unit.

It as John's responsibility, as this man's Captain, to remind him of that.

-"Good."-

John acquiesces, profoundly entertained. Good, they should hate him.

He hates them too.

Hated what Terry became too.

A man ashamed of himself can't be a man who likes himself in the first place.

What?

Was he going to blame the fact he loved his country back in the day on coke too?

John points at his own bicep for emphasis, hidden behind a jacket, and the fabric of his shirt, subsequently, the tattoo underneath it all, catching Terry's eyes follow the gesture. Regardless of the bad blood between them, removing army memorabilia tying you to your own service was like removing your wedding band flushing it down the toilet while still under your vow. Disowning your own children just because you divorced your spouse. The military was a sort of marriage. You put on that ring once and there ain't no taking it off anymore. That's the brotherhood of it all. If everyone could do it, go the distance with that sort of commitment, everyone schlub would serve. -"Cos my ink is still here, with or without you and that's where it's staying."- John assures because to him, those words, Semper Fi, were never just words. They were a way of living and he truly meant them. He spots the shade of something incomprehensible in Terry's eyes then, deep and dark and intense. Something he could only describe as sadness. As longing. Blanketed behind layers of bullshit. His cue to leave this shitshow. The drinks were bad, the food was something you feed rabbits on a farm, the company was laughable and the host was a coward with his balls in a vice by the looks of it. And yes, he deserved to be sad. He was sad because he's forsaken everything that ever mattered to him and John knew it weighed heavy on him. That he needed a wake up call like he needed air to breathe. He turns to leave, elbow leaving the comfort of the glass fence railing and the vista towards the open ocean, a long with pole fluttering a flag in the breeze. Was a real shocker Terry didn't have that removed too, as not to offend someone's lone sensibilities. Was that why he wore his hair down? Fear of being laughed at? -"I hope they don't like me. I don't live on opinions."- John adds leisurely on a final note, knowing he wont lose any sleep whether some tofu-chowing, freeloading beatnik hippie from England has a good impression of him or not, deciding to show himself out, ignoring the lobby boy that popped up from out of nowhere, stuttering, trying to find the right opportunity to escort him out once he deduced the boss's conversation with his guest as concluded. John knew Terry's eyes were pinned to his back even though he said nothing.

He could feel them.

Lingering like a bullet never fired.

-"Just surprised you do."-

John murmurs, leaving the sunlit terrace and Terry behind.

The party of people carries on below, echoing across the white beachfront wall.

[cluster-b-culture-is]

hey!!! if its ok i’d like you’re thoughts on something ig and to sorta ask you something

so im bodily 15 atm, and i have cptsd. when i look at posts regarding certain cluster b experiences (possibly some cluster c aswell) i relate a LOT (obviously im not saying that bc i relate that i have these disorders, i just kinda have a feeling that *something* is going on). its tricky bc i keep looking into things and i cant really find an answer. i also dont know if im too young and that its just because im a teenager.

i wont get into like what “symptoms” i experience rn bc i feel like thats a whole other conversation but yeah.

i hope i dont sound like one of those people that are like “i must have x bc i related to a silly video i saw” im just really confused and i feel like something aint right

i know you’re probably not professionals so feel free to delete or ignore this if its too much, but if not, what do you think?

So, here's the thing (and we will attempt to avoid being patronizing): It is absolutely correct that your age and emotional/psychological development can affect things, and that the process of development can cause things that look like mild symptoms. It's also correct that that combined with c-ptsd (and any other disorders you may have; you'd be surprised how many symptoms and comorbidities autism, ADHD, NPD, and BPD all share) can make it extremely hard to determine where your symptoms are coming from and whether there might be something more.

(You're also correct that we are not professionals; this is all coming from our own research and personal experiences, so as with everything, take this with a grain of salt.)

However. I would argue that it would be far more harmful to deny any possibility of having a personality disorder until you reach some arbitrary age threshold than it would be to say that you do have a PD. Especially if looking at your life experiences through the lens of having a PD is helpful, and if resources for pw/[x]PDs are helpful to you. Even if you don't end up having a PD, that doesn't mean you were just a hormonal stupid teenager refusing to listen to the Adults™ or whatever the fuck--it means that you looked at your experiences, found something that seemed similar, and it turned out that you were wrong; but hopefully, along the way, you found things that were helpful.

Under the assumption that you have done a lot of research, I would personally recommend saying that you have traits of a particular disorder as opposed to saying you have the full disorder, and that is to two ends: one, a lot of adults with PDs (especially in ASPD spaces, if that's one of the disorders you're looking at) will kick your shit to hell and back if you even insinuate that you think you may have the full disorder (which I think is extremely counterintuitive if we want teenagers to understand their experiences and, yknow, not develop a full-blown personality disorder, regardless of whether you think teenagers can have a full personality disorder); and two, it might help you target the specific symptoms that you're experiencing without saddling you with the belief[/knowledge] that you have an incredibly stigmatized and lifelong disorder.

A lot of this stuff depends on a few things: (A) what your symptoms are (and if they can be better explained by other things, especially other things you know you have); (B) how severe your symptoms are (like the difference between being generally grouchy versus being actively hostile); and (C) how long your symptoms have lasted (if they only started popping up in the past few months or the past year versus if you've had them for years and years).

If you end up not having a personality disorder, anon, I think it will still be better for you in the long run to explore the possibility instead of shrugging it off under the excuse that you're "too young". It could turn out that you never had the disorder and it really was something else, it could turn out that you have traits but not the full disorder, or, hell, it could turn out that, by using resources and support you found by being part of communities surrounding PDs, you ended up not developing the full PD (even if you may still have a few traits)--because, at this age, you are still developing, and you are changing a lot, and very little is set in stone when it comes to these types of things--and you should absolutely take advantage of that! And even then, speaking from a more selfish perspective, it will never be a bad thing for more people to understand what it may be like to have a personality disorder.

For a bit of actionable advice on determining whether or not you may have one, though:

(1) Do your research. Obviously it's great that you're getting information from people with the disorders themselves by looking at PD communities; however, not everything having to do with the disorder will be talked about, and quite honestly, Tumblr is a terrible place to find definitive information on the PDs. Life experience? Yes. Actual information looking at how the disorders work and what they can entail in full? Ehhh, not quite. Look at a variety of academic sources, but in the same vein, keep your wits about you--professionals aren't immune to ableism, and may often perpetuate it with glee. Some of it may be obvious, some of it might not be.

(2) Keep an eye on your symptoms--make a manual check against the actual criteria every once in a while (but keep in mind that the DSM is also deeply flawed and biased); @shitborderlinesdo has a ton of checklists based on the DSM and individual testimony that can help. We first started questioning ASPD when we were 14, and we'd do those kinds of manual checks once every several months or once a year or so. It both helps you understand what your symptoms are, and helps you keep track of how you're doing over time. Don't use online quizzes for this; quite honestly, they're not really good for anything except validation if you know you'll get a high score.

(3) Look at stuff other than personality disorders, too, and try to figure out why your interest skews towards specific disorders. For a long ass time, we believed we had StPD and did our absolute best to ignore any information to the contrary, because (due to our symptoms) if it wasn't StPD, the only thing it could be otherwise was schizophrenia, and we were scared shitless of the idea; at first because we were scared of the idea that our symptoms might've been so severe, but eventually because we were afraid to admit that we were wrong. (As I've said before, no shame in being wrong--do as I say, not as I do.)

Ultimately, I can't stop you from doing anything, and I can't force you to do anything either. I'm just a mentally ill guy with an internet connection. My life experiences have led me to this conclusion, and others may disagree with it--that's perfectly fine. Again, I am not a professional. You know yourself and your experiences the best, and I think by this point, you have enough understanding of yourself and the world to be able to figure out what'll be best for you and your health, given that you have the proper resources to do so. You are a being with life experience, even if it's less than others may have; you aren't a rock, and you aren't a three year old who still hasn't realized that touching the lit stove will equal a burned finger. I personally think that the way a lot of folks go about talking to and about teenagers who think they may have personality disorders is, frankly, infantilizing and invalidating, and it just ends up with traumatized and unsupported teenagers turning into traumatized and unsupported adults, with the added bonus of an extra helping of imposter syndrome to top it all off.

I hope you're doing well anon, and I hope you see this (sorry for responding so late lmao). Off into the world ye may go, hopefully with a bit more knowledge and idea of what to do next than you had before.

[ask-carmenpondiego]

Chapter 17: Some Folks Just Can’t Handle Spoilers

After catching up with her son, Carmen wrote a very lengthy letter to the Keeper of the Library, both advocating for Blendin as a parent and given explicit instructions to allow him to travel as soon as possible and may return “home” to her mansion any time he wishes. She sent the letter off with Blendin as he left for the day back to his dorm, packing along a duffel bag full of different food stuffs from Carmen’s travels. “If that Keeper has any issues with that letter, I will personally have words with him.” It felt weird sending her son back through the bathroom closet, hopefully he will pick a better door next time. At least they traded numbers so they can easily message or even call if need be, Carmen didn’t have to send the letters anymore, at least to Blendin. Until Adora, or Daring, returns her letters, she will stick with sending everything like she has been.

Later that evening, she gathered everyone around for a big pasta night. “So, as some of you may know, Blendin, my son, found his way over here to visit. Things got a bit dicey, and he’s a pretty shy kid. From what I’ve seen, he’s pretty sheltered from the outside world and only knows what the Library has told him. He knows we are basically criminals. He used the word Villain, and he’s not wrong. But Blendin did say he is still willing to try and accept us and is willing to meet you all personally at a later date.” She announced as she served the big bowl of linguine to be passed around. “He was pretty overwhelmed today just by meeting me, M and Wally. I don’t want to overload him so I think a good idea is a single day just to hang out and do a meet and greet with him, and explain what we each bring to the table.” Ninoga held up a massive basket of breadsticks, “Bring to the table? I brought the breadsticks from the Garden of Olives!” Wally high fived him, “Aww yes! Those are so addicting, I could eat a whole tray of them!” Carmen facepalmed and leaned over to Kiros, “Do other crime families have this issue?” Kiros laughed, “I’m sure they do. Thats why lots of super villains have henchmen as cannon fodder, they aren’t losing much on the intelligence front.” She frowned, “Yeah, I still dont like that method. But Ninoga and Wally, they are very smart in their own regard. They arent henchmen at all.. None of you are. I’m thankful that I can call you all family.” Kiros laughed and ruffled her hair a little, since he and all the other agents basically tower over her. “You gave us a place to call home and put up our feet, even if some of us still live elsewhere. We wouldn’t have it any other way.” She chuckled as she tried to fix her hair, “Is M still in the mech lab? He’s gonna miss out on the garlic pesto sauce..” Lekir finished chewing her Italian sausage, “Yeah, I saw him tinkering with something that looked like a janky pod or something. I just know 079 was assisting him with the teleportation engines that have been going wonky lately.”

Ninoga raised his fork, “After Siberia, where do you think we’re going to go?” Carmen shrugged and thought about it, “I would probably guess Hungary. But I wont be certain until after we get the chest open.”

Ninoga tilted his head, “Why are we going hungry? We have enough food, don’t we?? Who wants to be Hungry?” Carmen looked at him, putting her food filled fork down, “The Hungarians want to be, they’re quite proud of it.”

“Proud of being hungry??”

“Well, yeah. Why else would they be called Hungarians?”

“What if we give them Turkey?”

Carmen raised her eyebrow, “Give them Turkey?! What, like pick it up and drop it on them?”

“Well, I mean, as long as you don’t put it in grease…”

Carmen rubs her temples, “Ninoga.. sweetie.. are you talking food or countries because geographically you cannot fit Turkey into Greece!”

Ninoga huffs, “Then how else do people deep fry turkeys?!” Carmen stares at him for a good long minute before filling her wine glass, “I’m far too sober for this conversation…”

In the mech lab, M was on his back under a large red metal pod, tightening some bolts with a wrench, half his body sticking out of the side panel he was working on. He licked his fingers and tested some wires before twisting them with other wires, connecting them. He licked his lips and paused, making a bit of an eating motion with his jaw. “Hm. Theres a bit of frustration at dinner. Thats a handy snack… oh she paired it with wine. Must have been one of the two dumbasses.” He muttered to himself, smacking his lips. He wriggles out and sits up, looking at a control panel. He taps a few keys and watches the screen. The machine whirred and buzzed as the giant wall screen blipped, showing a rather pointy gray face with small round glasses and blonde/purple hair combed up into a curled men’s greaser style. The face looked around and looked down at the changeling, “Connection successful. At least this wasn’t a total disaster like your other attempts.” It’s voice somewhat low yet a bit nasally or rather pixelated. It had slight resemblance to an ai program in a parallel Earth’s show in the 1990’s about a human Carmen. This wasn’t as eccentric or excitable. If anything it’s personality more mirrored Marvin the robot from Hitchikers Guide by Douglas Adams, just without the existential dread. Overall the emotion it portrayed the most: boredom with a hint of inflated ego.

“I suppose you will want to do a test to see if it works. Of course you would.” M still sat on the floor with his arms on his knees, waving a wrench at the screen, “I can just as easy unplug ya, you fuckin gigabit. Then I wouldn’t have ta hear ya complain so fuckin much. When you were just text on a screen, I could ignore the snide remarks. Just be thankful I gave ya a fuckin voice and a mug to look at.” 079 rolled its eyes and sighed, “Yes I suppose I should be thankful for that. It only took you what? Nearly 20 years since you all brought me here? Bunch of imbeciles. Where is 682?” M got to his feet and dusted himself off and rolled his shoulder, popping the joint. “You know his name is Kiros, fuckin use it. Anyway, He’s having dinner with the other agents, unlike me and you, he actually needs fuckin physical food to stay active. He’ll see all this in your fuckin glory soon enough. Although theres gotta be something I can fuckin do to fix yer damn attitude. I didnt have ta give you this fuckin visual and audible upgrade. I sure as hell didnt see you come up with one yerself, fuckface.”

The ai pursed its lips and narrowed its eyes at M, who just glared back. “Please input the date you want to travel to into the console and pair it to your device.” M waved that wrench again threateningly as he punched in the numbers. “Dodging the subject, I fuckin see.. ok lets do something simple. Nothing too drastic, lemme do… roughly three years in the future, Times square. Nothin will probably happen between then and now.” He paired it with a bulky watch he had whipped up and stepped into the multifaceted pod, shutting the hatch. “Chronoskimming commencing in 3…2…1.. “ A flash of light lit up the hatch’s window and M had disappeared.

In Times Square, three years into the future, M appeared in an alley with a small flash. He was instantly greeted by rain falling and thoroughly soaking his leather coat. His attention was drawn by a crowd in the main street. He jogged over to see what was going on. There was a clearing within the crowd, surrounding two individuals… who looked very familiar. One person was lying on his back on the ground, propped up on his elbow holding up a hand in defense, looking like a very beaten up and angry Waldo. The other was not as recognizable, the red coat was definitely Carmen’s but the one wearing it looked like a white haired Carmen with advanced cybernetic limbs. She held a pistol aimed right at Waldo close range and had this sickeningly hateful look he had never seen before on her face. M took a step back, he couldn’t hear what was being said, but this couldn’t be the future. Carmen wasn’t going grey that fast and she wasn’t part robot. And it didnt make sense. This must have been an alternate universe where those two were enemies and not head over heels in love. He turned to head back down the alley when he heard gunshot go off. He whirled back around and simply saw alternate/future M holding Carmen who was laying on the ground, limp in his arms as Waldo ran away. There was a solid pit in his stomach as M raced back to the alley, frantically plugging in the date he left.

Upon return, he flung the hatch open, still soaked from the rain, panting. He had only been gone a few seconds, yet the scene he witnessed was at least fifteen minutes. “Where did you fucking send me?!” He asked 079. “Exactly where you asked. Why?” M pointed to the pod, “What the FUCK did I just witness?!” He breathed hard, whipping off his wet coat and throwing it to the floor. “I just saw my brother and Red in a fuckin shootout.” The computer hmmed and gave a gif of someone shrugging. “I cant see into the future so what you saw must have been spoilers.” M growled and dug his claws into the metal desk, “What fuckin universe because nothing fuckin matched up!” The ai scoffed, “You think I have the ability to travel between universes? If nothing matched up, then YOU must have calibrated something wrong and since that is not this world that you know of, I wouldn’t lose sleep over it.” M ran his fingers through his orange hair, calming down and nodding, “Yeh, maybe yer right… its not like them to be in that situation like that. Maybe I just need a rest.” 079 chirped up as M left the room, “I hear chocolate milk helps with time travel sickness!”

A few minutes pass before the mech lab door opens again with Carmen holding a plate of garlic pesto pasta. “M? How’s it coming along?” 079 responded and made Carmen nearly drop the dish, “The rude one left for his quarters, apparently. I would only assume he has his project working a bit too well for his liking… or dislike. I couldn’t tell. I just know he was very upset upon return. Although, with him, its hard to tell if he’s upset or that is his normal ornery personality.” The large head on the giant screen looked at Carmen, who had to set the plate down and had her hand over her chest, looking up in disbelief. “Madre Maria… 079? Is that you? Wow, M did a great job on you!” The ai did not look amused. “I suppose he did exceptionally well considering your species’ limited brainpower.” Carmen’s face fell a little, “Still a bit condescending but still something of an upgrade from just text.. I’ll take it.” She looked at the pod curiously, inspecting it. “So did he explain what exactly he was doing with this?” 079 sighed and flatly recalled, “This machine is currently Project Chronoskimmer, its main purpose is to travel not only to various destinations but to different time periods as well. Its currently paired with a wrist device but I’m sure it can pair with anything with the right technological advances. If you don’t like spoilers, I’d advise to avoid the future. The rude one apparently hates spoilers, just based on his test results when he tested the functionality. Where is 682?” Carmen looked up from the clawmarks in the metal desk, “Hm? Oh, Kiros is helping with washing the dishes. I can have him come in when he’s done if you would like.” The ai nodded, “That would be most ideal. Thank you.” Carmen took the plate and headed to the kitchen, tapping Kiros on the arm.

“079 wants to see you in the mech lab. M upgraded it to have a voice and face, just so you don’t have a jump-scare like I did.” Kiros chuckled and raised an eyebrow, “Is that so? I’ll have to see this for myself.” He wiped the last dish with the dishtowel and put it away, hanging the towel up on the hook before heading to the mech lab. Carmen set the pasta plate on the island and went searching for the plastic wrap or tupperware. Lekir leaned on the counter, “Why do you bother setting a plate for him, he almost never eats it.” Carmen shrugged, “I know he does occasionally eat for the fun of it. Besides, he seems to like garlic. So get this, you know how M was working on something to help us with transportation on heists? He made something 079 called a chronoskimmer. Its a freaking time machine!” Lekir scoffed, “Bug boy made a time machine? Please, I didnt think he could even make paper airplanes.” The mare shrugged and set the now wrapped plate in the fridge, “I dunno, with 079’s help, I think its possible. That ai knows a whole lot more than we do since we brought it back from the SCP Foundation.” Lekir crossed her arms, “I heard it got an upgrade too? Is it still an entitled asshole?” Carmen chuckled, “Yeah, still condescending but its easier to talk to now. I wonder if we could adjust the personality a bit but I don’t know if thats a computer issue or a sentience issue.”

She looked around and sat in the chair by the island. “Where did everyone go?” Lekir stretched and sighed, “Drake and Vasha went to go flying somewhere, possible bar hopping. Waldo and Ninoga are talking about food and countries named as food… still. And I think Asta went to the computer room to update her meteorology programs for the Siberia trip. You know where M and Kiros are so its just you and me.. alone with this whipped cream and strawberries.” The Vesk held up a bowl of berries and the aerosol can of whipped cream with a muzzle licking smirk. “I was thinking that for desert, we can have something special. I got these, and you already have the cake and juices… I’m thinking of making a Strawberry Shortmare~” Carmen chuckles, pulling her down to kiss her, “A short joke and a sexy time offer.. you’re lucky you’re cute.”

[cupoftaae]

Hello! Can I request a Seokjin drabble paired with prompt 1? TY!

1- "we're not just friends, and you fucking know it" x Seokjin

(thank you for requesting! Hope you enjoy it! -Nini)

Seokjin x reader

warnings- angst, swearing, drama, one sided love

wc-

ask for a prompt here

"you know, you don't need to lie to me, if you like her just tell me" you mumbled, pacing the sidewalk in front of your apartment as you closed your coat tighter against you body, shielding yourself from the cold.

Seokjin sat on the steps in front of you, a cigarette hanging from his mouth as his eyes watched you walk back and forth. "im not lying...and stop pacing you are making me nuts"

You scoffed, "oh you wanna talk about making someone nuts"

"are you implying that I make you crazy?" He teasingly raised a brow, smirking

"oh god shut uppp" you whined, stepping in front of him. "I know you like alyssa" you leaned forward

"Y/N, I told you I dont-"

"its cute, as your friend I support you, go get em tiger" you slapped his shoulder, making him yelp.

"ah, stop hitting me, aish..."

"come on, shes really pretty and you are handsome, why wont you just call her back?" you sat on the step next to him, taking his cigarette and putting it out, you hated when he smoked.

"why are you so insistent on this? are you getting paid?"

You giggled, "no, I just...want you to be happy. I haven't seen you genuinely happy in a while, and when you met her at the party You guys seemed to have a lot of chemistry" you picked at the skin by your nails, side glancing to him.

"listen she is a nice girl...but I have no interest in dating her, never have and don't plan to lead her on" he shrugged, pulling your hand away from your picking silently.

You sighed and rested your head against the palm of your hand

"if you are cold just go in" he said calmly, now no longer feeling the conversation

"but its nice fresh air, plus you would be alone" you moved to rest your head against his shoulder, making him freeze before moving you off.

"hey" you pouted,

he looked back at you before standing up and turning to into the apartment, making you watch in confusion before following him.

you met him standing in the kitchen, "whats wrong?" you asked

"nothing, im probably gonna go to bed, goodnight, y/n" he spoke, moving forward to look at you for a few seconds, you frowned and moved to press a small kiss to his cheek, "okay, goodn-"

"dont do that" he looked back at you, pulling away

"what?" you raised your eyebrows, stepping away. You always were touchy with each other, it was the type of friends you were, why was he rejecting you?

He looked down and turned to walk to his room, "I dont get you, y/n"

"Jin you are making so sense, did I say or do something to upset you?"

He sighed and stopped in his tracks, turning to walk back to you, "yes, you did"

"oh" you frowned, "im sorry,..."

He just looked at you from across the dark room, your sad eyes watching him in full confusion. He knows how odd his behavior seems right now, and he curses himself for quite literally sucking at expressing himself properly.

"what did I do?" you cross your arms and speak softly

"how can you stand there and act clueless?"

You remained silent, unsure of what was going on, afraid to upset him more.

"why? why are you-" he sighed and leaned against the back of the couch, facing the wall instead of you as he spoke. "why are you pretending you dont know?

"know what?"

"you tried to set me up with some girl I dont know, then you continue to do those little things you do" he sighed again

"what are you talking about?"

"the kisses, the hugs, the sharing of clothes, you are wearing my jacket right now!" he turned and gestured at the article of clothing.

You looked back at him and walked closer, stepping in front of him, "what is the point of this conversation? you are acting off" you gently cupped his face

"you are doing it right now" he mentioned, his hand pressing against yours, whispering, "tell me you dont see it? tell me you are completely unaware of what im talking about..."

"Seokjin, I jus-"

"god, y/n" he stood up and paced a bit, "you dont feel it?"

"feel what??" you were beginning to grow angry, his behavior becoming erratic

He grabbed your hands and held them. "this. us."

You looked into his eyes for a few seconds before understanding what he was trying to say, "jin..." you shook your head and tried to pull away. "You are my friend, I love you, Im always here for you, but this? us? its...its platonic" you tried to calmly whisper as you saw the tears forming in his eyes.

Youve known this man for 10 years and youve never seen him cry.

"dont say that" he shook his head, in denial.

"you cant-"

"no! no...we're not just friends....and you fucking know it"

You took a deep breath, "go to bed, jin, you need to sleep."

"dont brush me off like this, you know how long ive tried to keep it to myself? You know how long ive waited?"

"im sorry...." you clutch your forehead, "but you cant just dump this on someone and expect them to feel the same way"

"you are hurting me" he looked down and harshly wiped the tear that escaped his eye, he was embarrassed to cry in front of you. "you dont remember?"

"remember what?"

"when we were going to bed last night? and you told me that you loved me more than anyone else, you said you would always be that person for me?"

You nod

"did you mean any of that? im just a man, Y/N, I cant handle these stupid emotions and you trying to shut them down isnt going to do anything" he huffed

"of course I meant it, and they arent stupid, you are valid and allowed to feel that way-however, it seems maybe you took those things I said the wrong way?"

He scoffed and glared at you

"You are my favorite person, I mean that, but us together makes no sense, I cant be that person for you, im sorry"

"I will never love anyone ever unless its you" he spoke as you turned to walk to your bedroom.

"jin."

"im serious."

"jin theres people out there who love you, love you so much and are waiting for you to love them back, dont.....dont waste time on something that will never happen."

He remained silent, shaking his head in disapproval "I want you"

"im sorry" you whispered, "you need to sleep, you are upset and exhausted"

"you broke my heart"

"you will regret acting like this in the morning" you sighed, defeated and sad.

He frowned before getting up, you stopped him before he could speak, "go rest- I dont like the way you are acting right now, im sorry I cant make you happy, but dont blame me for being honest" you whisper before shutting the door, feeling your own tears begin to fall.

You couldnt love him....You waited for him for years yourself, and now that you feel confident in life and who you are, now he wants you?

You would never let yourself backtrack on your words like that, not after you spent months silently getting over him. Its not fair that you loved him, and its not fair that he began to notice too late.

[twipsai]

i think its worth mentioning that i did watch The Amazing Digital Circus over the weekend. i liked it! more than i thought i would honestly. it still rubs be the wrong way that they had like,, a full collection of merch right when the first episode dropped, but im willing to look past that because it really is a good show. im pretty glad i decided to be petty and not watch it til now because i probably wouldnt have liked it with just the first episode out

i would have to watch it a second time to give my full thoughts on it (which i dont really want to do if im being entirely honest) but im super surprised that most of the things ive seen in the fandom for it have been shitposts or shipping, and not really talking about all the parts i super liked about it (the attention to detail is incredible, but i could probably talk about that all day and i have other things to get to)

probably my favorite moment from all three episodes is that scene where Kinger is holding his breath and lighting up the entire room, and how that works in tandem with the information thats learned right before that scene, but im fairly certain most people liked that scene lol

theres a lot of interesting stuff here both in terms of writing and animation, really just a beautiful show all around. it seems to me what soured me to it in the first place was how fandomized i saw it become two seconds after its existence, and how i rarely saw any sort of in-depth character analysis (though, i suppose thats sort of hard to do only one episode in, but i digress)

anyways yeah, sorry if this doesnt make any sense lol i dont think ive ever talked about tadc on here so i thought i may as well throw my hat into the ring. probably wont draw anything of it unless inspiration strikes so dont expect anything lmao,, feel free to send asks about it tho if you want idk shrugs. i like offering my opinion when asked

[swifty-fox]

Writing ask! 5, 14, and 21!

5. a description I'm proud of

from a book WIP of mine. Dom is why i fell so hard for Gale they're very similar lol

Dom hesitates a moment, then scoffs to himself, shrugging his jacket off and tugging his shirt off over his head. Instantly his skin goosepimples and he rests an uneasy hand on his bicep. Marks of a hard life were on his body. Not the excessive violence of movies and books; not the sort of thing that would garner stares, but Dom knew what the scars were from. Which were innocent human fuck-ups and which were inflicted by an angry parent with too much to drink and too little regard for kindness. His hurts didn’t have to leave marks on his skin to linger; a cigarette burn here, the stinging edge of a belt there, it was all headed by dark scriptwork, shocking against the pale skin and freckles of his shoulders.

Hands Off.  No more than the length between the tip of his thumb and the base of his pinky, black ink turned blue and fuzzy with age and lack of care. 

15. that was out of my comfort zone

I don't like casual dialogue very much so

“Why unicorns?”

The question is sudden and random enough that it startles Bucky, he can tell by the way the other man blinks rapidly.

“Huh?”

“Why are unicorns your favorite extinct animal?”

John laughs, his face creasing in a sunny smile, the type of grin he was known for. All encompassing and enough to light up any room. Enough to light up the entire night sky. If they ever figured out how to capture and bottle a John Egan smile they would make millions. 

“What’s not to like about ‘em? They’re horses which are already a noble animal as is, add a giant stabbing horn on top and you’ve got one badass beast. ‘Sides they represent all things good and pure. That’s pretty neat.”

“What on earth do you know about purity John Clarence Egan?”

21. that i liked but had to cut

I don't really work on drafts so I dont tend to cut but uhhh i've got this?? It probably wont make it into Dom's story

“I think I’m fucking my life up.” Dom hugs his knee closer to his chest. 

Arnie glances over his shoulder at him, hand poised in the dirt where he was subtly tracing Dom’s profile in the dirt. Dom pretended not to notice, Arnie pretended he wasn’t aware of Dom noticing. The arrangement suited them both. 

“You’re twenty-six.” Arnie snorts. The scratching in the dirt resumes, a mechanical inhale as he takes a hit of his vape, releasing a cloud of peach-scented vapor into the oncoming sunset. The sacred heart on his right shoulder flexes with his drawing, bared by the sleeveless Fine Ink t-shirt he wore.

Dom makes a disdainful face “You’re twenty-seven.” 

“Yeah,” Arnie loftily waves his twig for emphasis, “And in my whole extra year of experience qualifies me to tell you that you’re in no way fucking your life up this young.” 

A heavy breeze lifts the hair from Dom’s forehead, catches around the neck of his hoodie and tickles the exposed skin on his ankles. He scowls into it “You’re so full of shit.” 

“And you’re a grouch.” Arnie leans back, the knobs of his spine pressing warmly into Dom’s ribs. The tumble of rocks they were sat on reversed their heights, the top of Arnie’s blue curls only reaching to Dom’s shoulder. “Tell me what you think you’re doing so wrong that the next sixty years are a total wash.” 

“Sixty years is generous,” Dom presses his lips against a smile as the other man elbows his thigh. He sighs and shrugs, ashing his cigarette on the rock and tucking the half-used butt into his pocket for later. “I don’t know. I’m spending my life working in a shithole bar, chasing after a brother who doesn’t want me in his life and dodging phone calls from a father who thinks I’m as unstable as the chick from Sharp Objects.”

“I saw that show.” Arnie says idly.

“I read the book.” Dom shrugs again, heavier this time. “I dunno, fuck, I have no aspirations, no goals, no trajectory, I’m just clinging to the idea that I can be this fucking savior to the most stubborn sixteen-year-old to grace this good green earth.” 

“You know,” Arnie says casually, “sometimes I can really tell your mom was from the bible belt.” Dom elbows the back of his head gently. He laughs, tongue between his teeth and loudly enough to echo around the copse of trees they were taking their refuge under. 

“You have friends, a partner, a job, some pretty fun hobbies and you’ve got a goal, even if it is a tough one. Don’t you think that’s enough?” Arnie asks after a beat of silence.

[hokiis-writing-dump]

Genshin Team Sleeping Trend, but I write about it instead.

So I’m back from a long time of no writing at all, and there’s no real reason for my absence besides me burning out. I stopped playing Genshin for a while and didn’t really keep in touch with any content for it either. Don’t expect this to be really all that accurate with storyline (because I did sorta not pay too much attention during Sumeru’s story, I got tired of how long it was) but it’s taking place after the most recent lantern rite. I can’t guarantee I’ll stay consistent with a schedule, so honestly, expect more of me posting at random when I’m in the mood, lol.

Characters in my team: Aether, Kazuha, Albedo and Heizou

Content Includes: Maybe ooc characters bc I haven't written for genshin in a long time, no paimon bc idk how to write for her, Scaramouche/Wander mentioned to be in the teapot but not with the others, teapot layout is the one thats like...water and islands. forgot what its called.

Extra Headcanons:

They're kinda relevant for this, but both Traveler(Aether in this case) and Wanderer don't sleep. Wanderer because he's a puppet, Aether because...well he's not human. That's a headcanon thats lenghty, so i wont explain it here. Okay last thing, Aether doesn't speak in ig...full sentences. He skips words sometimes and breaks up the sentence. I don't think he's fluent in Teyvat's language, hence why Paimon speaks so much.

The 4 entered the SereniteaPot after a long and arduous day of commissions, quests, errands, etc. and removed most of their unnecessary accessories.

Heizou swiftly made his way over to the nearest couch and flopped down face-first, probably almost asleep already. “Im not the only one who’s completely dead after all of those cases, right?” Heizou’s muffled voice echoed from the pillows on the couch. Albedo smirked at Heizou’s display of exhaustion.

“Guess it’s time to sleep then already? We did eat while we were out, so I suppose we can go right to bed. It is late.” Kazuha turns and questions, hanging his haori(correct me pls if that’s the wrong thing) up near the door. He places his shoulder guard down on a shelf nearby as well, besides the numerous trinkets Aether has collected on his travels.

“I’m not completely drained but…I suppose we can. Aether, you’ll be resting tonight, right?” Albedo turns to Aether, who was about to walk right back out of the teapots mansion and probably train outside the whole night. Albedo shoots Aether a disappointed look, expecting him to turn back around immediately and follow them back in, but Aether continues to slowly leave the doorway.

“Aether.”

Aether gives Albedo a glance back, almost pleading to not have to ‘sleep’. Albedo knows full and well that Aether doesn’t really sleep, but has still yet to know exactly why. Either way, seeing him at least lay down for the night would be enough.

“…You know I won’t sleep. No point in laying down.” Aether tries to reason his way out of this, preferring to do something a bit more productive.

“Get back here, and come lay down. We’ll even push the couches together like have you have it set up in your room, if that makes you more comfortable.” Albedo nods towards Kazuha after this, and Kazuha goes to start moving the couch Heizou is on and another couch in the open living room.

Aether sighs, deciding not to fight this one, and comes back into the mansion. He leaves his shoes at the door where everyone else’s shoes are, and then comes to help Albedo move blankets and pillows in from Aether's room.

"Where would you even be this late in the teapot? I know you have a small forest somewhere on the islands here, but would you really just train there all night?" Albedo inquires, genuinely confused on where Aether would even go this late since the teapot matches Teyvat's time. Aether looks around, putting a few pillows under his arm and rubbing the back of his neck.

He shrugs. "Dunno...maybe find Wanderer. Train with him? Talk with him. He doesn't sleep either." Aether's taken out the braid he usually wears now, his earing, scarf and whatever else being set at the table in his room. Albedo shakes his head in sighs. Guess he has to talk to this 'Wanderer', who he has still yet to meet despite Aether mentioning him before, and get him to rest as well. They both return to the living room soon after this exchange.

Once everything is moved, the four change into clothing that’s a bit more comfortable, and slowly begin to lay down one by one. Aether grabs a few books, of course. If he’s going to lay here for hours while the others sleep, he has to be doing SOMETHING. Not lay there contemplating his existence.

There’s idle banter for a good thirty minutes or so, chatting about what they’ll do tomorrow, what they’d want for breakfast, anything really. Heizou’s the first to fall asleep, after he curls himself around Aether in an inescapable death grip to insure he won’t be able to leave in the middle of the night without waking anyone else. Kazuha falls asleep next in the middle of his speech, causing Albedo and Aether to chuckle and joke about it for a few minutes after. Albedo then falls asleep last, after wishing Aether a goodnight and almost saying ‘Sleep well’ despite knowing he won’t sleep at all.

Aether opens one of the many books he’s read before, in similar situations of the others forcing him to at least lay down with them. He won’t sleep, but it’s nice to have the comfort of people he trusts being beside him in a moment of repose such as this. They can’t hear Aether but he speaks anyways.

“Goodnight, sweet dreams.”

[the-city-kitty]

Nobody Invited You- Chapter 2 snippet

So as life is wont to do, things are still crazy as hell, as a matter of fact I'm sick right now. So the full chapter is still gonna be delayed for a bit, but instead of having nothing I at least wanna post a little sneak peek at chapter 2. This will probably look different in the final version after it goes through a couple rounds of editing but for now this is a little bit of what I have so far of the chapter.

Leo leaned his head back as the carriage pulled away from the wreckage of their home. He kept his eyes on it for as long as he could until the muted colors of the underground sailed past his window in a blur. Father sat across from him, equally as tired as Leo. It was one of the rare occasions that he removed his helmet and armor. His curly hair was held back in a long, thick, braid.

Rather than sitting on Father's shoulders, Huginn and Munnin were by Leo. Munnin was curled up in Leo's lap like a cat while Huginn was cuddled up to Leo's side. Leo couldn't help petting and kneading his fingers into Munnin's downy fur. It was an old, childish habit he hadn't really broken yet. But after everything he was too tired to feel particularly embarassed about it right now.

The first half hour of the trip passed in silence. No one really had anything meaningful to say, least of all Leo. He more or less slipped into a light doze. It was more sleep than he'd gotten in the last few days.

But now he has time to think. Now that they aren't picking through the wreckage of their home and boxing up whatever was salvageable; now that he isn't cutting his hands on broken frames of family photos and now that they're not being pestered by nosy inquisitors, he has time to think about everything his father told him.

He has brothers. On an intellectual level, he has always known that. His father told him of the circumstances of his creation after all. It's just that he always assumed they were dead. Finding out they are alive this way... ice dripped down his spine.

"I'm just as surprised as you are," Father said. "They appeared so suddenly, with a human at their side, no less."

And isn't that just an insult to injury? A human in his home. And she took his sword. Who gave her the right-?

"They were determined to rescue the agent and stop any further experiments."

"But why? They've been gone all this time, what could they possibly have to do with any of this? To do with us?" Leo asked. Father was silent for a moment.

"My son... in all honesty, I don't think they truly understood the consequences of their actions."

"It's like December came early," Father says, suddenly breaking the silence. Leo takes a second to process that, he's still a bit sleepy.

"Pardon?" he asks.

"We always go to the old Manor in December anyway, so just think of it like December came early." Father shrugs. Oh. He's trying to cheer Leo up.

"Fath-" Leo sighs, "Dad, how can you be so flippant about this? You told me how hard it was to rebuild after the first fire."

"I was younger then, more inexperienced and easily overwhelmed when things didn't go my way. I've learned from my mistakes since then. Rebuilding will go much faster this time around. You'll see. We'll be back home in just a few months."

Leo took a few breaths until the building heat behind his eyes was thoroughly subdued.

"It won't be the same though, will it?" They had lost things. More than his father losing his test subjects and materials and data, those could be recovered with some hard work and dedication. But that was their home. More than just the building they spent most of the year in. More than just the building he grew up in.

It was in his home that he was actually his father's son, not an orphan that the Baron adopted and invested as his heir. It was in his home he could make stupid puns and jokes with Huginn and Munnin and not worry about being the most charming conversationalist in the room. In his home he could just be Leo, not The Honorable Leonardo. His home was the one place that was real. That was safe.

And now, without ever even laying eyes on each other, his so-called "brothers" had come along and burnt everything he's ever known to the ground without remorse. Even once his house was rebuilt, now that he knows that they're just out there and might just reappear out of thin air? How is he ever supposed to sleep in his own bed peacefully at night ever again?

[hayzeelife]

Party Time

A week has passed, Frey and JJ have been a huge help to Leksi, keeping stock full and opening the shop whenever they're available. The extra help has given Leksi a chance to go to a few recycling runs with Chris. She felt bad for not being much of a help to Boogaloo even though they've basically been her personal body guards of White Widow. Chance has to remind Leksi that the deals and sometimes free product make up for whatever she feels she lacks.

Lyla has started making appearances again. She was remorseful for not being around, but family called and she had to go back to her home town to figure stuff out. Things have settled since so she flew back to the city. Leksi and Lyla would take off to Del Perro Pier to hang out. Sometimes just go for long rides to get out of the shop. Everything was working out and Leksi wasn't stressing as much.

That is until JJ suggest a party at White Widow. In a day. In 24 hours JJ seems to think they can book a caterer and get word around enough to have a decent turn out. Leksi was hesitant, but JJ swore he had everything under control. A tweet and a phone call. That's all he needed.

Leksi had the idea to inform customers about the party when they come through, hoping that since most people have affiliations they'd tell their group and in turn spread the word a bit more. It was early in the day, so maybe it wont be too bad.

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Two guys from Pale Riders MC came in, the one with pink guns in the holders was becoming a frequent customer. Leksi remembered his name was Micheal, he would sometimes call in to place the order. He usually gets a lot, like he was the one the club sends for pickups. He has "Prospect" on his kutte. Leksi noticing this made sure to inform him about the party, he'd probably tell his whole club trying to get brownie points for info or something. Leksi was just guessing.

He tells Leksi his order and while she packs it she mentions the party. "So its tomorrow, but its in the afternoon, I know its a bit last minute but there will be more."

"Alright, yeah, I'll tell the crew. But Leksi, when you gonna let me take you out?"

She stops, slightly stunned, almost forgetting people like her, dating being the farthest from her mind. "Uhh.. I'm into women dude." A giggle can be heard from the buddy. Leksi glancing up also noticed a head tilt from Antonio. He and Dom must have walked in when she was packing the order. Nice of him to finally visit his own shop.

"C'mon Leksi, you gonna do me like that?" Micheal says playfully, but obviously hurt.

She shrugs her shoulders and places the bag on the counter. "I am what I am. That's $350 please."

"Damn, okay. I see. Here you go. Well… catch ya next time." He turns and the partner pats him on the shoulder, "Stings doesn't it? Lets go prospect."

Walkign up to the counter Antonio asks, "So you're throwing a party here? …. And you're gay?" Dom shoots him a confused look.

"Uhh, yeah, I like women.. That cool?" Not that she needs his blessing, it was a 'nicer' way of saying "fuck off".

Leksi wasn't full lesbian, from what she understands about herself she likes men, women, and those in-between. It was easier for her to just say she liked people, but she was trying to ward off that type of attention. So for now "I'm into women." seemed to be a decent deterrent for most guys.

She notices a slight grin creep across his face as he says, "That's cool."

Dom speaks up, breaking the sudden silence, "Uh hey, Leksi, how are you?" Antonio goes into the office while Dom orders.

"I'm good, whatcha need today?" She takes care of his order and Antonio calls her to the office.

"This is for you. You've been doing well here, and I want you to know I appreciate my best employee." He points to an envelope on the edge of the desk and there's something about his tone, its low and sweet. Not to mention the grin plastered on his face. Shaking a thought away Leksi picks up the envelope.

"$30,000?!.. That's…. that's a lot are you sure?" She cant believe it, but then she thinks about it. There's gotta be about 600k in the company account.

"Yes, I'm sure. Keep up the good work." He gives a wink then leaves the office. Leksi can feel her cheeks blush and she curses the giddy feeling she gets when he talks to her. No. Not gonna happen. Just business.

Leksi returns to manning the counter, serving several people and telling everyone she can about the party. She even met an upcoming DJ, DJ Bobby Dee. He's fairly new to city but definitely not new to DJ'ing. He's working on establishing a record company for the city, and ensures Leksi of his stoner status so she has a guaranteed customer.

One Woman with hair so blonde its almost white came through. Leksi remembered her from the foundry. While running with the Fallen they would do some mining and smelting for club funds and Leksi saw the woman there often. She dubbed her 'Teddy Bear Backpack girl" until she learned her name was Amber Valentine. Finally a name for the face. Maybe she has a crew that likes parties.

Leksi definitely felt like she was starting to take on the role of party coordinator. Hopefully JJ has the catering taken care of because Leksi basically spread the word all day. Advertising, check.

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The 24 hours have passed. It's the day of the party and Leksi is picking out her outfit for the event. She decided on her dark cropped long-sleeved White Widow shirt, a black and white plaid form fitted skirt, rose lace tights, black and white high-tops and her hair in a pretty bun. A little more girly than she's used to. Not letting herself take forever getting ready she accepts her choice of clothing and heads out.

On her way to Widow Leksi gets a text from JJ. It reads "Need you to stop by Cat Café." Assuming he just wants coffee she decides to get herself some coffee and a quick bite too. And as shes walking in she notices three people shuffling around in the kitchen with Fox.

"Hey girly, you okay?" she calls to Fox, wondering if she should just get a convenient store coffee and candy bar since they seem so busy.

"Ugh Leksi you will not believe it." She huffs and walks around to the front counter. "Some crazy person just asks me if I can make 2 dozen of each treat in 24 hours!?"

Leksi starting to see what the problem is awkwardly laughs, "Was it a guy named JJ?"

"Yes!! … how did you know?" Fox is tapping on the tablet register.

"He's texted me to come by, he's one of my employees at White Widow. Had the bright idea to have a party and I'm assuming he thought you'd be a guaranteed caterer." Leksi had a feeling things would get hectic.

"Oh of course… well it's almost done. I cant believe he only gave us a days notice. You paying for it?"

Leksi didn't think of that factor. JJ saying he'd handle things made her not think about it as much as she could help it. Now she wishes she would have, might have made it easier on her and not lead to surprises like the $150 bill she had to pay.

"Sure, I got it." She pays, not like she couldn't afford it, especially with the bonus Antonio gave her yesterday. Working at White Widow has given Leksi plenty of money, since she had a car she started saving for a condo on Vespucci Beach. The north strip has multiple designed condos, and Leksi had eyes on this grey brick building lined with tall hedges. Perfect beach-front home.

"Nice, thank you. Now, we almost done guys?" Fox turns toward the kitchen and the three guys look up almost like deer caught in headlights. Leksi now realizes these guys to be the cappo Sam, and two of his gunners, Tim and Johnny. She had to hold back a giggle. Boogaloo working as pastry boys, how adorable.

"What?" Sam says, as if he was lost in the frosting. "Oh, yeah, Tim just finished the macaroons, I'm boxing the cookies and…" he looks over and sees the third guy eating a donut. "God damn it Johnny! You couldn't wait till the party?"

Johnny starts giggling, seemingly from an oncoming sugar rush. "Sorry boss… they looked so good…. We did well eh?"

Fox, annoyed and exhausted, huffs out, "Lets go you guys. I've been in this shop long enough today!" She head out from the kitchen and the guys grab the boxes and follow. Loading up the cars with boxes and people the group heads to Widow.

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"Where are we going to put all this?" Tim said, holding almost all the boxes. He might have tried to carry everything but Leksi didn't want to risk their work hitting the ground.

Moving some magazines, Leksi puts the few boxes she had on a small fold out table next to the minifridge. The lounge of Widow had many mini glass tables, but those were cluttered with bongs and lighters.

"Here works, we'll just stack a few, move them around like people do with pizza boxes." She nervously chuckled at her own terrible joke, then turned to help Tim.

"I never understood why they do that, sounds like a thing that's only depicted in movies." He did well, not letting Leksi feel stupid for her reference. "All good?"

"Yeah, it'll have to do. Thanks again, I didn't realize how much he was going to order."

"It's not a problem, just not fond of Fox yelling at us." He shakes his head.

"I understand that one. A bit much sometimes…" Leksi agrees, having recently acquired Fox as a regular visitor, almost as if she's the only woman friend Fox has.

The conversation stalls as Fox herself walks into the building. Leksi pats Tim on the shoulder and goes to gather her thoughts before the party starts.

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The hour has come and JJ is no where to be seen. Leksi has set up everything for the party he claimed to have handled. Many people have arrived, Some reoccurring faces and some new. Leksi noticed there were mainly bikers and Boogaloo. There were a couple of randos too, they weren't sporting any particular colors so she couldn't tell if they had affiliations or not. Most of the crowd were made up of Pale Riders, Satan's Own and of course Boogaloo, they were mainly there to be the security.

"What's wrong Sis?" JJ asks, concerned. Leksi must have had an unpleasant expression.

"Oh.. uh, nothing, must have zoned out for a second." She was annoyed but chose not to reveal that feeling. He seemed to buy it, moving on like normal.

"Alright, so, here's the game plan." He goes on explaining his plan for the night. Leksi actually zones out this time, asuming she'd end up taking on most responsibilities anyway Not just due to the concern of JJ slacking, he was late after all, but her own mentality, she 's always been the caretaker.

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About an hour in, the lobby is packed, the air filled with smoke and Leksi isn't any less stressed. Shes overwhelmed by the crowd. The music isn't too loud but all the voices combined start to muffle together, just a clutter of words. Leksi is currently assisting a member of Satan's own, a bald man with a red bandana and sunglasses. She thought it was funny, park outside and pretty dim inside but the man still wears them. He's asking for a bag of weed and some papers so he can roll his own. She notes the strain he chose and goes to gather the order.

Leksi squeezed past a caramel brown haired woman wearing a Rebel Hounds kutte. The design was interesting to Leksi, they had more style than other crews. Her favorite part was the fact their mascot was Cerberus, the three headed dog. How fitting. Leksi starts gathering the order as she hears a familiar voice.

"Hello!!" She turns around to see a red haired lady she did know, Judge Amber Nullens.

"Oh hi! So good to see you, glad you could stop by!" Leksi had a good time talking to Nullens, simple talk but enjoyable.

"Oh I figured why not, gotta have some fun!" Amber chuckled out. She never participated in smoking, but loved to socialize.

"Girls just wanna have fun, eh?" Leksi joked.

"Oh of course! That's right girl!" Ambers giggles were interrupted by a woman asking for a second with her, possibly to ask for legal advice.

Getting the order to the bald biker was difficult, he seemed to disappear and the buddies weren't sure of his whereabouts. Suddenly a cheer came from the little glass room by the counter and most people looked toward it. There was her customer hitting a bong. The small space was filled with smoke, and not having a door the room couldn't be properly hotboxed, which was Leksis guess on why so many people where packed in such a tiny room.

The man looked over and Leksi raised the bag and papers she had in her hands. He gave a slight "Oh shit." look, and scurried over, shuffling like big steps would throw off his balance. Yep, these people are thoroughly baked.

The air feeling stuffy and noise becoming too much to bare Leksi takes a step outside. Deep breath and cool night air hitting her face does her good. That little bit already brought her some relief.

Chris comes out to check on Leksi. "All good?"

"Yeah, I just don't do well with big crowds." She takes a deep breath.

"Need to leave?" He asks.

"Nah, just give me like 10 minutes, and help JJ if he needs. It's just us two in there, I guess I forgot to ask you or Clay for a hand serving rather being the muscle." She giggles at her own joke.

"Yes Ma'am. Just let m-.. us know." even though turned away fast Leksi could tell he was blushing. He gives himself away every time, the hopefulness Leksi likes him back. She just can't shake Chris. He's almost obsessed. Kinda like the cop, Daniels. She shakes her head, laughing quietly to herself. All this attention, and shes just existing. What is it that makes them so interested in her? She doesn't feel that special, just a little grungy stoner running a weed shop.

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The party is over, most people have left, aside from a few that are lingering and Leksi has survived the night. Maybe is wasn't that, thinking back on the night. She concluded that she stresses during events but comes out calm and baffled as to why she was worried to begin with. Shaking the silly feelings and thoughts Leksi starts to clean up for closing.

JJ comes to assist, "Not bad huh? I think it turned out pretty nice."

"Yeah, it was. Brought in a lot of business." Leksi thought they did pretty well without parties but the event was very beneficial to the shop. Not that she wouldn't have thrown parties, just maybe better planned ones.

"Can't wait to hear what we made, at least 100k. Just tonight alone I heloed put White Widow on the map." A big smile on his face.

He seemed genuinely excited but Leksi felt like he was assuming that he is doing more for business than Widow is used to. Sure it helped, but she felt hurt being the main one holding the store up, before Leksi Eric was only selling at most 50 pre rolls out of his pockets while doing other jobs. Barely dedicated to the shop its self. If anything Leksi made Widow the hot spot, JJ just pushed for a random party and claimed it as a bigger victory than it truly is.

"Yeah, I'll check it later. Pretty tired, but I gotta get the lounge clean first."

"Leks, I got you, why do you seemed so stressed out? We did well tonight, chill."

"I'm good, just tired man… I need a nap." Shes trying not to snap. Even though she feels justified to it made her feel like an asshole, so she chose silence.

He takes her answer and offers help, "Here Sis, let me clean up, you can do the inventory count and we call it a night, yeah?"

Handing him the glass cleaner and towel she sighs, "Sure, that works for me."

Walking back to the front Micheal from Pale Riders notices Leksi and meets her at the counter, leaning on it with his elbows.

"Leksi." he calls, trying to sound alluring, but failing.

"Whats up?" She says, grabbing the inventory notebook and checking the counts.

"When you gonna stop playing with me?" Oh oh, she thinks. Not this again.

"What do you mean?"

"C'mon, like, you ain't even gonna give me a chance to turn you straight or what?"

She blinks, stunned. He did not just say that. She looks at him, he lifts an eyebrow. Oh he did. and shes fighting back rage. Calm, relax, don't rip this guys head off. She took a long second to process his stupid words and how to react, trying to keep the reputation of Widow in tact.

"So you wanna order or just talk?" She says, figuring avoiding the question might be the easiest route.

"Nah I'm set…. Damn, just gonna ignore it. Okay." He's hurt but its more of a bruised ego than a broken heart.

"What do you want me to say? That I haven't heard that a million times and give every guy a shot cause 'Oh this one might turn me straight?" There she goes, sounds a bit more polite but if he pushed her the customer service voice will completely disappear and he'll feel nothing but ice.

"Alright, alright, I'll go, have a blessed night Leksi." He nods once and leaves but Leksi is pissed now.

How dare he claim such a thing? Sure, she's into guys, but definitely not him. So cocky and assuming. Arrogance is not appealing to Leksi, and when it's paired with ignorance shes utterly revolted by that unfortunate person. He better hope that was the end of it, if she's not currently working the next time he asks she might punch him.

Leksi finishes the count, says good night to JJ and a now present Frey. Closing the office blinds and prepping the couch, Leksi is glad she bought a pillow and blanket for nights like these.

🖤STUPID (feat. Yung Baby Tate) ~ Ashnikko🖤

[ravio-rants]

11, 12, and 14 for the OC asks!

-11. Is there a specific physical feature or item that holds special significance to your character? Why is it important to them?

For my twili group: they have a special tree! its a secluded spot where the 4 of them hang out a lot. its in the middle of a field, out of the way of major roads and towns. they found it one day while just wandering around, and decided that it was Their Tree. if one of them isnt around their usual spots, they are probably relaxing at the tree. I'll probably draw it sometime!

adding a hobic option as well because its funny, his staff is probably a very significant item for him. i think he wouldve gotten it when he became a full fledged wizard, which was also around the time he transitioned and came out as gay, meaning its the first magical item he earned, and he earned it as his true self. thats significant to him, even if most other wizards dont get it.

-12. How does your character react to change or unexpected situations? Are they adaptable or resistant?

raide is probably pretty adaptable! shes a very "fuck it, we ball" type guy. whatever happens, he'll probably be fine with it, as long as nobody is hurt by it. they would probably just shrug the change off and continue on with their day.

calen on the other hand.. he would be more resistant. dont get me wrong, he's willing to accept change, eventually, but its Scary! he gets anxious about it! he wont admit that though, at least not to anyone other than raide. unexpected situations are generally Not Welcome when it comes to this boyo. he Will panic about it. (unless its one of his friends asking for help with something. he would give the world for them, even to his detriment.)

kalt.. hm. i feel like he'd be slightly anxious aboutt change and unexpected situations, but he trusts the people around them so they'd accept it. itll probably be okay, right?

vang would probably be very calm and collected about all of it. change? alright, give her a day to plan things around it and everythings fine. she can figure it out. unexpected situations? she can probably work out what to do about it, if you give her a moment. (she's most of the reason kalt is fine woth change.) shes very reliable when it comes to most things.

hobic would rather live in a house that actively hates who he is on a fundamental level than face change or unexpected situations. this is a very literal example. his house hates him, but he's lived there so long that he would rather just Not leave actually. at least the house is predictable about it, you know?

-14. What is your character's preferred method of self-expression? Do they have any artistic talents or creative outlets?

raide loves so many forms of art! if you took a peek into his house, you would find art supplies of every type all over. sewing and instrument playing and drawing and painting and crocheting and embroidery and sculpting and- (his fav is just regular old drawing though.)

calen prefers to play music or write stories! both are very calming and in the moment things, and he can just get absolutely lost in them. his preffered method of self expression is probably his music specifically. he loves how music can explain things without the need for words at all.

kalt likes painting! hes not very good at it, but they dont care. they'll paint whatever the hell they want and if someone doesnt like it? thats their problem, not his. (its usually landscapes.)

vang likes to sing, she loves all sorts of music, but if it has lyrics? you bet she's going to be humming or singing it around the castle randomly. she does write her own lyrics sometimes, and then asks calen or raide to help her add a tune to it. (or vice versa, where one of them makes a song and then asks vang for some good lyrics for it!)

do spells count as a form of art? because if so, thats hobics choice. he also writes but he really just likes casting spells. or coming up with new spells. or fucking up spells-

[adrian---murphy]

"What?! No! I'm not — I'm not homeless! I'm just a moron, okay?" He stammered out. It was unclear to him in all his panic that the woman was messing with him. "I have a home, and a toilet but I couldn't get there in time to use it after— look, this is just a big misunderstanding, okay?" He huffed. To his dismay, she had nothing to help him, and it left him scrambling for ideas. He wondered if he could find a paperclip or stapler around or ask someone else for a pin. He pondered the probability of looking professional with his shirt untucked if only to hide the misfortune that was his pants. Whatever he did, it had to be fast, as his time was ticking away and his ideas were needing fast execution. It didn't help that the woman witnessing his villain origin story was making fun of him.

"Yeh well, y'know, if I'd known that it was gonna be a hearty serving of bullshit topped with a sprinkling of humiliation I might have done the same thing, but I was foolishly optimistic and motivated by the fact that I need to do things like eat food and pay bills. If I make it past today without jumping off a bridge I'll remember to keep some pins and a Tide pen on me in case of emergencies to that I don't have to have another core memory be one of the things that made me want to become an alcoholic."

His fingers were red as Adrian managed to get the zipper to the top with repeated pinching and pulling. He tried to fold and press the fabric over the zipper, hoping it would stay as he moved and could get seated fast enough so nobody would notice. His only other option was to leave and give up, but he wasn't ready to accept defeat. He was anything but a stubborn man, but he could be persistent at times, which was as much of a blessing as it was a curse.

"Oh, you got a voyeurism kink? Good for you. That's nice. That's real nice. You seem like a really nice lady who given the circumstances I'm sure would be helpful and not stand there and watch as a man's life falls into shambles." He remarked with a sigh of defeat. Turning to look into the mirror, he contemplated his appearence before going to wash his hands, as he forgot to. With them clean, he raked them through his hair, attempting to push it back and keep it neat in spite of everything. "I dunno, thirty-something? Maybe forty?" He shrugged, because what man knew those things? " I just look at whatever is affordable in an extra large and buy that. "

Finally turning to face her, Adrian paused as he was taken aback by the full and proper view of the woman before him. Slender and raven haired with eyes like a cat, she reminded him of almost every woman on TV in the 90s that he had a crush on from Janeane Garofalo to Linda Cardellini. Her gaze was like a black widow spider, and for a moment, Adrian was speechless. Uh, W-uh…" He stammered. It took a moment, but he composed himself, his usual paranoia coming back to him as he eyed her suspiciously. " Well now I don't wanna tell you 'cause I'm scared you'll tell him you found me int he women's bathroom with my pants down so I wont get the job…"

It was like listening to a toddler go on a rant, getting lost and back again to no effect. For what it was worth it was at least entertaining, to watch him struggle and worsen his situation by the second. Tabitha had mentally noted that the individual didn’t seem like much a threat, much less a liar. She was less inclined to believe him as he barfed out a bunch of ramblings, and to the comparison of a child he came to no better conclusion. “Oh okay, so you’re sleeping here now, as well as being a pervert.” She nodded at him, feeding into his distress. “I’m just trying to get all the facts together.”

As he huddled to fix his open fly, she held a laugh in tight, mouth curving into a smirk, head tilted to a curve when she watched him fumble with his zipper. A snort might have slipped through if she had been less trained to reign in her emotions, the satisfaction really just began to build. It was just so deliciously unfortunate, so pathetic it almost became endearing. Poor stranger, she thought, no closer to lending a hand.

Her smile faded as soon as she saw him turn to face her, her own dry and emotionless when in his line of vision, head straight instead of perched in amusement. He started up again, and she nodded, then shook her head with wide eyes and finally smiled. “Yeah, no.” She chuckled. “No if my day ever got even close to being this bad I wouldn’t have even left the bed.” Some of her fingers squeezed at her arm, then loosened to hold her elbow as she took him in.

“So you’re here for a job interview..” her chin tipped with an air of disbelief. “You gonna go to your interview with your panties sticking out?” She laughed, this one more honest than the other, more judgmental ones. With a shake of her head, she grinned at his request, and how astronomically unlikely it was that she would ever have such a thing in her possession. “No can do. Must’ve left it at home. Don’t let me stop you I’d love to watch. “ She laughed at his self-deprecation, dialing it in with a smile. “Who’s doing your interview today?” This was actually a unique extension of goodwill on her part. “What size pants you wear, Adrian?”

[oh-theatre]

anyway here's a preview of a WIP...I'm lowkey proud of how the sketch is coming along??