#i ran out of tags but I am aware of a lot more so please reblog this to reach wider audiences

[barcaatthemoon]

guard dog || lucy bronze x reader ||

lucy cheers you up when the internet has it out for you.

"i think i'm gonna go lighter with my hair."

you had no idea the trouble those words were going to cause you. lucy had tried hard to keep you out of the spotlight, but it wasn't as easy as when you first started dating. you'd been with lucy since college, and over the years, fans had taken notice of you frequenting lucy's games. it wasn't until the euros, however, that lucy had finally confirmed your relationship.

it wasn't good for you to be on any social media when it felt like every other post was about you. you had dealt with a bit from fans before, but this was worse than you could have ever imagined. it was one thing to be accused of cheating by strangers, but it was the constant affirmations of things that you already thought about your relationship and yourself that got to you.

lucy was amazing, and you had never felt like you were right for her. she was always too smart or too ind for you. she was out of your league attractive. lucy bronze was too good for you, and it felt like millions of people agreed with that.

"hey, are you okay?" lucy's brows furrowed as she watched you lean forward. you were starting to hyperventilate as the world felt like it closed in on you. lucy rushed over to kneel beside you and tilt your head to look at her. "hey, what's going on?"

"i didn't cheat on you, i swear." it was something lucy already knew. you knew that she was well aware that you would never even think to do something like that, but it was all you could say. you needed to reassure her in case she saw the pictures and didn't recognize herself.

"i know that, i never said you did." lucy would have laughed if you weren't obviously so upset. "talk to me, what's going on?"

"the pictures after you got your hair done, when we met for lunch. i took your car, and they don't know what the other looked like. your hair was different, they think i'm cheating. they know that i don't deserve you," you rambled. lucy pulled you into her arms and held you against her chest. she ran her hands through your hair as she pressed gentle kisses to your temple.

"hey, it's okay. i will get this sorted out, i promise. can you go downstairs and pick out a takeout menu for us? i know that you were gonna cook, but not if you're upset. i want you to just relax for the night," lucy said. she gave you a squeeze before she let you go downstairs.

it wasn't easy, but you managed to take your mind off of everything after lucy hijacked your phone. lucy ordered your favorite takeout, even if she knew a few places that served the same thing that she liked better. you were truly pampered in a way that you hadn't been in a while. lucy was a busy woman at barcelona, not that she had ever been anything else. this was just different, and things often took up a lot more of her time than either of you expected.

"am i done with phone jail?" you asked lucy as the two of you laid out on the couch the next afternoon. lucy had helped you with breakfast in the morning, although you didn't let her lay a finger on your coffee. the two of you had spent most of the day catching up on the american sports that you had been missing out on.

"i don't know. do you promise not to make fun of me if you see anything too sappy?" lucy asked you. she looked a bit ashamed of herself, as if she had done something hastily last night. you knew that lucy could be fiercely protective over you. she had nearly beaten up one of her teammates when the two of you moved here and the girl had gotten too friendly with you for lucy's taste.

"that depends on what you did. lucy please tell me that you didn't say anything to get yourself in trouble." you stared at lucy, who just handed you back your phone. she tried to shift away from you, but you threw your weight down more securely on top of her. you opened up instagram to see that lucy had tagged you in a post. "aw baby."

you swiped through the pictures, each one from a different milestone in your relationship. they weren't necessarily your favorite pictures, but you knew that they were lucy's. there wasn't a single one where one of you didn't have a lovestruck look on your faces. most of them were lucy staring at you, but you definitely took note of the few thrown in where you looking at her like she was your everything.

"shut up," lucy grumbled. you looked at her with fresh tears in your eyes, and lucy just sighed to herself. "fuck, this wasn't supposed to make you cry."

"i love you so much," you said as you cupped her cheeks. lucy let you kiss her, but she tried to hide her face immediately once you were done. "you're so sweet. thank you for this."

"just stay off of twitter for a while," lucy told you. you nodded your head, but as soon as you went into one of your text chains with the few of her teammates you had befriended over the years, you saw what she wanted to hide from you. lucy was a woman of few words most of the time, but when she had something to say, she made sure to get her point across. you thought she was being a bit harsh, but lucy's message was sure to shut everybody up about getting at you.

[miku-earth]

miku.earth update: September 15

Hi all! This is a lil progress update for those interested. In a rush? Here's the cliff notes!

The map site at miku.earth is back: sorry for the delay in fixing it! Check it out: it has six hundred Mikus!

Including the hyuge ol' queue, we've collected over 3,100 mikus!

Representation is important! I've been using some fancy stats to avoid bias. To that end, please help make sure we have a Miku in every African country!

oh hey! you clicked 'keep reading!' well hi! here is your Miku Direct. . The map site, miku.earth, is back!

I ran into a kinda complex issue and it was a whole Thing. I was working on the site the whole time though! Sorry for the delay, and I hope you enjoy now it's back up and running.

This site has six hundred Mikus on the map, and more are added each week. It was recently rebuilt from scratch (fun fact! I am not a web developer) so I hope it is far zippier and less glitchy as before. A mobile-friendly version is coming soon too!

Also: check out the new search feature! In addition to the title, artist name and region(s), it can also search for the categories indigenous and historic!

cw: this video involves moving around a 2D map with some speed. on the site itself site, this only happens when you hit the Enter key.

We've reached more than 3,100 mikus!

Even at its Miku-per-hour speed, the queue will continue until 2025 at least! This is with thanks to an incredible number of contributions, including donations of literal thousands of links.

Thank you so much to @awnowimsad, @worldmikuposter @the-hatsune-miku-trend, @communist-hatsunemiku, @council-of-beetroot, L-A and a whole host of DMers and emailers for helping get this far.

Oh and by the way: over two thirds of the collection are tumblr posts! Given that this was originally a twitter trend… if you know any Twitter users who are into this trend, please reach out. Some napkin math tells me there are at least 10,000 works of art total out there, which is, by the way, surreal. Let's make sure not a single one is lost.

If you're super curious, the collection is public! I have some tools to auto-annotate (I do not want RSI), but be aware the backlog isn't vetted.

Representation is important!

Fun as this trend is, this project was always intended as a serious study into how people represent their own culture through artwork. I'm no anthropologist, but I feel it is important to make sure this collection is respectful and bias-free. If we're to represent the world, we have to avoid underrepresentation!

To that end I've used some fancy statistics to calculate a "representation value" for each country. Here's a table if you're into the stats of it! This info is handy to help me with the queue – especially with tweets as they're a lil more effort than a carefully-tagged reblog. Of course, Indigenous, hyperspecific and low-note Mikus get priority.

And, well, of course you can see on the site there are purple regions for countries still missing a Miku. In particular, please help me make sure every country in Africa is represented.

Thank you for reading!

Phew! That was a lot. If you're still curious, please check the behind-the-scenes and source code. I work in the open! Even if my code is probably messy.

And if you're a programmer, issues and pull requests are welcome! This is actually a static site, so it's purdy easy to develop.

[gentlebeardsbarngrill]

03/18/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Cast&Crew; Samba; Leslie Jones; Taika; Rachel House; Rhys; Kristian; New Weekly Event Calendar; YouWear50Well; Ranker; AdoptOurCrew Rhys Radness; Fan Spotlight; Fundraiser Status; Kudoboard; Watch Parties; Love Notes; Daily Darby/Tonight's Taika

Hey friends! Thank you for the kind words about my head injury! So far so good, not dead yet-- although I am a bit out of it so I apologize if i'm not totally articulate! I appreciate you all reaching out and sending love <3 You are the best crew ever!

= Cast & Crew Sightings =

== Samba More BTS ==

Samba gave us a whole bunch more BTS today! This time regarding the Spanish Jackiez Set! (I ran out of room for images on this so please visit the stills links for the pile of pics Samba dropped.)

Stills #1: Spanish Jackiez Stills

Stills #2: More Spanish Jackiez Stills

Video #1: Matthew confirming stuff

Video #2: "Hey Hey, Just mee and my big swords here" - Erroll

Video #3: "Are you a husband Kristian?"

Video #4: Flaming Bananas Practice

Video #5: Flaming Bananas Take

== Leslie Fucking Jones ==

Just, what can I say, this woman is on fire every time I see her. <3

SRC: Leslie Jones IG

== Taika ==

Taika was all over the place today, which is AWESOME! It's so good to see him feeling more comfortable posting on SM again, he also apparently is in some sort of influencer era because he keeps posting product reviews, which is hilarious and awesome.

=Rachel House =

Rachel House directed The Mountain, and Taika helped Produce it, she's out exhibiting the soundtrack that's available now!

Are you currently in Aotearoa (New Zealand)? They've got some screenings of the Mountain and Q & A sessions with Rachel! Visit the @temauunga linktree for more information and availabilities!

= Rhys =

For those of you not already aware-- Rhys is having a cameo on Night Court! As the Duke of Greybog. Available on Peacock!

= Kristian Nairn =

Just Kristian being sweet and continuing to keep us updated

= Gizmo = Poor Gizmo is missing Theo.

== Mar 18 - 24 Event Calendar ==

March 19th: London Billboard Round 2!

== YouWear50Well ==

Early reminder! The 21st is Rhys' Birthday! Since it'll be the 21st for some crew members earlier than others, @yronnia was kind enough to give us information early regarding the 50th birthday news! Please be sure to Post your birthday wishes to Rhys and show him your appreciation! Send your fanart and other creations using #YouWear50Well. Please Note: Please do not tag Rhys repeatedly! He's going to be getting a lot of notifications. Even just having notifications under #YouWear50Well will help keep everything visible :)

== Ranker ==

Wanna help boost Our Flag Means Death? There's another Ranker poll! Remember to rank OFMD up, and other shows down if you want to help keep OFMD up. Obviously vote how you like though :)

== Adopt Our Crew: Rhys Radness ==

So something I didn't cover yesterday was all the Rhys Radness going on over on Twitter! The first round of votes results were:

There are 4 categories: Movies, Commercials, Short Poppies, and Television

Todays options were:

Now one thing you'll notice, is the tv-show category between Stede Bonnet & Charles, and Steve and Murray got a bit out of hand. Most of the rest of the polls ranged in the 200-400 votes-- while those two ranged in the 7-9000K votes. Obviously somebody was having some bot fun. What's interesting is that during the day, once the bots started, they were heavily favoring Charles, and Murray, then the other half of they day they were heavily favoring Stede and Steve! We'll see who wins later tonight!

== Fan Spotlight! ==

Two more cast cards! This time Connor Barrett and Michael Crane! Our two captive Englishmen from Season 1! Thank you @melvisik for keeping these going :D

= MaxFanFaves =

Our dear crewmate @iamadequate1 has been hosting their own #MaxFanFaves on Twitter-- and its down to the final 4!

Coyote Vs Acme / Harley Quinn, and Our Flag Means Death / Gentleman Jack!

== Kudoboards closing soon =

Last chance! Thank you to @sharpenyersword on Twitter for setting up ALL THE KUDOBOARDS! Rhys' birthday kudoboard will close on the 20th, the rest will close on the 22nd.

Go send the cast and crew some love folks!

Rhys Darby's Birthday

David Jenkins

Nathan Foad

Con O'Neill

Ruibo Qian

Leslie F*cking Jones!

Matthew Maher

Vico Ortiz

Samson Kayo

Alex "Ass Tonight" Sherman!

David Fane

Kristian "Wee John Wednesdays" Nairn!

Samba "BTS and Baking King" Schutte!

Fellow OFMD Fan Crew!

== Taika Kudo Board ==

LAST DAY FOR TAIKA!

= Watch Parties =

== Wrecked ==

There are sources being passed around. If access is an issue, DM @iamadequate1 on Twitter or Tumblr

Season 3 watch from March 18th to March 22nd. 

Times will be 10pm GMT / 5pm EST / 4pm CST / 2pm PST. Watch two episodes per day. Episodes are 21-22 minutes each. Use the following Saturday for the tags/watch if interested but not able to make this time.

Hashtags: 

#WreckedPirates

#SaveOFMD

#RhysDarbyFaction

New watch parties!

Movie: Boy Date: Sunday March 31st at Time: 10am EST / 2pm GMT. We're watching Boy (2010) Hosted By: @tillychmo & @regg_official Location / Hastags: TBA

== Fundraiser Statuses ==

eSIMS and Sanitary Products for Gaza

03/10/24 - $5689 / 191 Supporters / 71 %

03/11/24 - $5814 / 194 Supporters / 72%

03/18/24 - $6558 / 248 Supporters / 81%

Getting close all!

= In Soup Now =

03/10/2024 - £925 / 39 supporters / 18%

03/11/2024 - £1183 / 47 supporters / 23%

03/18/24 - £1833 / 69 supporters (nice) / 36%!

Still going-- 12 days left!

== Love Notes ==

Hey Lovelies. It's that time again. Time for me to gush over you for a bit.

Look at you! Go look at yourself in the mirror. Whether you see dark circles under your eyes, someone you can't recognize, or someone feeling put together --- You're gorgeous inside and out.

You are a tenacious, strong, amazing person, and whether you are where you want to be or not, you are making progress.

You're doing so well, even when it feels like you're not. Progress is so hard to gauge when you're living it-- but I know, because I talk to you all every damn day, that you are getting there. You bring out the best in every one around you, and you do so without even knowing it.

Even when things feel down, just know we can see you growing and you bring so much joy to our lives. I continue every day to be thankful for finding this little corner of the internet, for letting me meet each and every one of you.

Nothing can stop you lovelies-- nothing at all.

You're gonna get there, it just may take some time--

Remember to take breaks and get some rest if you can, it always makes things feel more manageable. But whatever you do, don't give up <3

We're here and we believe in you.

Love you crew, <3

== Daily Darby / Tonight's Taika ==

Tonight's theme-- Driving! ... or parking, in Murray's case. And NO this does not indicate who I voted for. Putting Murray vs Steve was cruel to be honest, how am I supposed to choose between those two!? Darby Gif Courtesy of: @ofmooshd This terrible Taika gif is courtesy of me, cause I was gonna put it in his sighting section then realized I could just put it here.

[unpredictable-probabilities]

Intertwining Symphonies || Chapter 1: Sunday at the Park with Robyn

Summary:

A small mishap at the park leads to new friendships and an invitation.

Note:

I originally wrote this as a gift to @patchyegg87 <3

I hope you like it, too!

Rating: General Audiences

Word Count: 1,293

Square/Prompt: B2 - Free Space |  @dreamlingbingo

Ship(s): Dream of the Endless | Morpheus/Hob Gadling

Additional Tags: Family, Family Fluff, Ice Cream, Friendship, Developing Friendships, Developing Relationship, Kid Fic, Single Parents

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/59036896

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“Can I get both vanilla and chocolate?” Robyn was practically bouncing on his heels, barely holding himself still enough to stay in the queue with Hob.

“Of course, duck,” Hob smiled at the sight of his son still bursting at the seams with energy even after running around the park for almost an hour already.

Hob had packed the usual snacks for Robyn, but today an ice cream truck stopped by and his son practically dragged him over.

It was finally their turn to place their order, and Hob ordered a scoop of vanilla and a scoop of chocolate in the biggest cone size available.

As he got his wallet from his pocket, something blunt hit the back of his head.

“Ow!” Hob instinctively put a hand up to where the pain was beginning to sting and turned around to see what happened.

A man wearing a black shirt with the sleeves pulled up to his elbows was jogging towards them. “I’m terribly sorry,” he said in a voice deeper than Hob would have expected and picked up a blue plastic Frisbee from the ground. “My son and I had been playing. Please, let me pay for the ice cream,” he took his wallet out.

“What? No, that’s not necessary,” Hob quickly paid for it himself and handed the cone to Robyn.

“Are you okay, dad?” Robyn asked in concern as he took it.

“Yeah, no harm done,” Hob smiled at his son before turning to the man. “Really, it’s alright.”

Their small group moved to the side when other people queued up at the truck, then a boy with fair skin and raven hair ran up to the man and partially hid behind him, peeking up at Hob.

“I’m sorry, Mister,” he mumbled.

“This is my son,” the man put a comforting hand on the boy’s shoulder. “It’s our first time playing Frisbee and I’m afraid we require much practice.”

“I didn’t mean to throw it so far,” the boy looked down at his shoes.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Hob said reassuringly. “My son hit me with a baseball once while we were playing. That’s just part of it.”

“Ooh! Can we play Frisbee with them, dad?” Robyn asked through a mouthful of chocolate ice cream. “We’ve never played that before.”

Hob looked at the man questioningly. Robyn had played with other kids at the park before, but none of them looked as shy as the boy did.

The man looked down at his son. “What do you say, dove? Would you like to play with them?”

The boy nodded with a small smile. “Yes. I would.”

“Yay!” Robyn cheered, raising his arms in the air.

“Hey, careful not to spill your ice cream,” Hob chided fondly.

“I’m Morpheus,” the man held out his hand. “This is my son Orpheus. And yes, I am aware of our awfully similar names,” he smiled.

Hob shook the man’s hand and returned the smile. “That just means it’ll be easier for me to remember. I’m Hob, and this is Robyn.”

“Robyn with a Y!” Robyn declared, already halfway through his ice cream cone. “I know a spot where we can have lots of room to play. Come on, before the other kids arrive!” He ran off towards a clearing in the park.

Orpheus looked up at his father questioningly, who smiled and nodded. Then the boy took off after Robyn.

“You’ve really never played Frisbee before with your son?” Morpheus asked as they followed their kids at a more leisurely place while keeping them in sight.

Hob shook his head. “Nope. We played catch and baseball, but we haven’t tried Frisbee yet. What games do you and Orpheus usually play?”

Morpheus fell silent for a moment, his long eyelashes catching the light of the sun as he blinked. “I have not had much opportunity to spend time with him. Until recently. All games are still new to us.”

Hob could sense that there was a story there, but he had no business prying so he just offered an encouraging smile. “Great, there’s a lot to discover. Let’s start with Frisbee.”

So they did; Hob and Robyn against Morpheus and Orpheus.

It seemed that Orpheus had already learned a great deal from his mistake earlier, as he was much better at it now and the disc rarely got too far away whenever it was his turn to throw.

Robyn was the better catcher. He had more than enough energy to dive and jump just to catch the disc, though he often got too excited whenever it was his turn to throw and his aim went wide.

Hob and Morpheus weren’t much good at either throwing or catching, but their children didn't mind and in fact even evidently enjoyed seeing their dads fumble.

Hob shared the biscuits and fruit juices that he packed, which kept up morale and started a conversation between Robyn and Orpheus about their favourite snacks.

Afterwards, Hob and Morpheus sat on a bench to catch their breaths while their children played with the others at the playground.

“I cannot remember the last time I ran around so much,” Morpheus said before taking a sip from a water bottle. “Children truly have an indefinite repository of energy.”

Hob chuckled, wiping sweat from his forehead with a hand towel that he always brought whenever going to the park. “You don’t need to tell me. I’m glad that those two are getting along well, though.”

Morpheus nodded. “Indeed. It is good to see Orpheus so cheerful.” A soft smile appeared on his face as he watched his son laugh brightly while on the seesaw with Robyn.

“He would remember this, you know,” Hob told him. “You brought him to this park. He would ask you again, and you’d have more time to spend together.”

“I certainly hope so. After the divorce, I got so caught up in my work that he often stayed with his mother. It’s only recently that I…” Morpheus trailed off, fidgeting with the bottle cap. “I apologise. I do not intend to spring this all upon you.”

“Nothing to apologise for,” Hob reassured him. “I’m divorced with Robyn’s mom too, and at first it was challenging to figure it all out. But you’ll get there.”

Morpheus looked at him, then at his backpack of provisions. “You seem to be rather well-adjusted now.”

Hob chuckled. “It just takes practice, my friend.”

Morpheus tilted his head slightly to the side. “We are… friends?”

“Um…” Hob blinked. “Yeah, if you want to?”

“Dad!” Robyn came running towards them, towing Orpheus in hand. “Can I invite Orpheus to my birthday next week? I wanna show him my comics!”

Morpheus turned to Hob in surprise, looking just as uncertain as Hob felt when Robyn asked if they could all play Frisbee.

“Of course you can, duck,” Hob smiled at his son and Morpheus. “Orpheus can bring anything he wants to show you, too.”

“Father!” Orpheus’ face brightened as he seemed to realise something. “I wish to have Robyn listen to our song! He said they have a piano!”

“Oh I can’t play it,” Hob quickly said, smiling sheepishly. “It’s my mum��s. We have it in our house because she was a pianist, and she still likes to play whenever she visits.”

Morpheus’ expression was fond. “I play the piano as well. If you would allow it, I can play Orpheus’ song so he may have Robyn listen to it.”

“Sure, no problem!” Hob said perhaps a little too enthusiastically. He loved music, and shared Robyn’s excitement with making new friends. “Um, should we exchange numbers, then? I’ll text you the address.”

“Of course,” Morpheus smiled as he took out his phone. “It’s what friends do, is it not?”

—

Note:

Probably the most chill Dreamling fic I've written so far. They deserve to relax and have fun every once in a while~

Chapter title is from the musical "Sunday in the Park with George".

—

(Dreamling Bingo Masterpost)

(Masterlist)

[next-autopsy]

A/N: I am eternally sorry this has taken so long and I beg your forgiveness- what better way than with a chapter called: Forgiveness. I've had a massive break from writing and this is completely unedited so please bear with me here

Based on the actors portrayal/hbo show and written with no disrespect to the real life veterans. Also all images found on Pinterest.

TW: cute things ahead? internalised homophobia

Tags: @malarkgirlypop, @panzershrike-pretz, @grumpy-liebgott @b00ks1ut (let me know if y'all still want to be on here, its been ages i know)

Made of Glass

Chapter twenty seven: Forgiveness

The time had come to fix things with Toye. 

Birdie knew he was still upset with her, rightfully so. She knew she needed to talk to him and clarify, he was her best friend after all. 

That afternoon, after she finally got rid of Luz who had followed her round making quips at her NOT date, Birdie sort out her pal. He was fairly easy to find, predictably, he had chosen to spend his day off working out. Blowing off his upset with her as he ran laps around one of the designated PT fields. 

He noticed her standing at the edge of the grassy field. Usually Toye would stop and chat to her or slow down so she could jog beside him, today; he kept running, right past her without changing his speed. This is how she knew he was still quietly fuming.

Birdie followed after him, picking up her speed to a jog which quickly became a run after noticing he wasn’t slowing down for her. 

She knew he was aware of her following behind him. She knew he was ignoring her on purpose. She knew it would take a lot of sucking up to repair the riff she had caused. So she continued to run after him, showing him she was dedicated to fixing their friendship. 

They ran several laps of the field, not slowing in pace which almost winded Bernadette. So when Toye finally slowed to a stop, Birdie was panting and puffing, near death.

“I thought we were friends.” Toye began, breaking the silence. Birdie was not ready for this conversation, still bent over trying to catch her breath but she couldn’t ignore him now. 

“We are!”

“Why didn't you say anything before leaving? After Harr-” He cut himself off, not wanting to open that can of worms. Taking a deep breath, he spoke up again, “I was scared something happened to you.” Toye had lowered his tone, stepping closer to her as if his worry was a secret. Birdie didn’t answer him, she wasn’t really sure what to say to calm him so she just allowed him to say his piece.

“And then, Popeye told me you were whisked off by Liebgott. Popeye! I had to hear that from Popeye! My own best friend and fuckin’ Popeye knew before me.” He was back to raising his voice, arms flailing around to prove a point. Luckily no one was around to hear so it didn’t really matter if he yelled a little. 

“I’m sorry, Joe-” The woman began but was quickly silenced.

“Don’t even get me started on Liebgott! What the hell, Birdie?” Joe’s eyebrows were furrowed, he didn’t have a lot of love or respect for the Californian man. The way he had iced Birdie out and talked about her behind her back in the early days of Toccoa had rubbed Toye the wrong way. Even in the first weeks when none of the men were on speaking terms with Bernadette, Toye had admired her, he never joined in with the bets, name calling or speculations about the Easy company lady and he didn’t respect the men who did. 

“Joe…” Birdie said softly, she wanted to reach out and hug him. She truly hadn’t meant to upset him so much but she also knew this was about more than him hearing news through the grapevine. There was something deeper to his upset.

Bernadette gave him a moment as he took deep breaths, partially from the intense cardio workout and partially because of his emotions. He inhaled sharp and shaky which was Bernadette’s indication to stay quiet, whatever he was about to say was needed, Toye needed to get it off his chest and tell her.

“When-” He let out a sigh, pausing to restart his sentence, “It felt like that day all over again.” He started, his eyes downcast to the grass unable or unwilling to make eye contact while he spoke these words. “I really thought it was you, you know?” 

That sentence gave her chills. She knew which day he was referring to, she knew what event he was speaking about. They had never discussed it, not properly. As always Toye and Birdie had brushed off their true feelings, bottled them up and pretended everything was normal. 

He typically wasn’t one for words, he comforted silently, he checked on her mutely. He didn’t have to say much, it was like they could read each other's minds, so they didn’t need to speak out loud. And Birdie appreciated that, it was nice to have someone who treated her normally and not like a little girl who was going to have a breakdown and needed to be handled with care. 

But now, all those conversations they pushed aside were coming out. Stuff they never openly discussed but should have. 

“And, you didn’t even tell me…” Toye looked down, these words were lighter, not as serious or heartbreaking. She quickly realised Toye was trying to change the subject and shift the atmosphere 

“Tell you what?” Bernadette was unsure of what he wanted to talk about because he usually didn’t. He didn’t push her to bring things up or ask lots of questions, he told her what he wanted her to know. He shared what he was willing to share and Birdie never pushed him for more, she didn’t want to overstep the boundaries of their friendship. 

“About Luz…” His gaze went back to her, “I know you know, we talked. He told me everything.” Oh. Oh. He and George had talked? When did that happen? Damn, she was missing some vital information, maybe being open about everything was best.

“I was waitin’ for you to come to me.” She spoke honestly, she didn’t want to press him if he wasn’t ready to talk about certain things. Yes, she knew Luz had some level of feelings for her best friend but she had promised not to betray the trust he had put in her. And a promise was something she took very seriously. 

“But you went to him.” It finally clicked for Birdie why Joe was so cut up. He knew that she was aware of the feelings between the two men but she hadn’t said anything to him, instead she had gone to George, chatted and comforted and been there for him, something Joe had recently realized he wanted. 

He wanted to share his private life with someone, he wanted to open up and talk to her. Joe wanted her advice about the jokester and how to proceed. Having never been in this kind of situation before and found himself needing her, his best friend. 

“I just feel like you’re keeping things from me. A lot of things.” Toye straightened up his posture, putting on his tough man bravado. 

“Well let’s not.” The woman’s voice was cheery and she bounced on her feet, a large smile making its way onto her face. The stiff uncomfortable conversation from before was now forgotten, it was clear that whatever little riff between them was mended.

“Huh?” Her sudden change of demeanor confused him. 

“Let’s not keep stuff from each other. We obviously have a few things to catch up on. You tell me everything and I’ll tell you everything. No exceptions. I’ll ask you the most intrusive questions and you have to answer. You’ll be so sick of me, it’ll be great.” The grin never left her face. 

Birdie didn’t really give him a chance to reply, she linked arms with the taller man and pulled him along so they could find somewhere quiet to catch up and gossip. Toye dragged his feet as he walked next to her, rolling his eyes and pretending he hated the thought of chatting like bored housewives, but he couldn’t help his lips curving into a smile. 

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“Well, if Nixon hadn’t been there… would you have?” Toye hinted at his meaning, not yet comfortable enough to speak the words aloud. 

The pair were sitting, side by side at the head of the man’s bed. With no one around they could speak freely and share their deepest secrets without worry of being overheard.

“I- well… I don’t really know. Maybe.” She thought about it, “Probably.” Birdie shrugged. 

“What?” He prodded, knowing there was more.

“What?” But she played dumb. 

“What else? You promised to tell me everything, remember?” Toye stated matter of factly. He was right, of course but that didn’t stop Birdie from rolling her eyes and huffing before she answered, 

“He was… weird.”

“Weird how? When?” Joe was enjoying the gossiping more than he thought he would, he wanted to know every little detail about her time with Joey. Yes, he had teased her immensely for that. 

“This mornin’… at breakfast… and kinda last night when Winters left the room. He was…. hmmm, distant?” It wasn’t exactly the right word but she could think of another to describe the Californian man. 

“How so?”

“Just… quiet.”

“Liebgott quiet? Yeah, that is weird.” Toye snorted, a grin breaking out on his face. 

“Oh, shut it!” Birdie's words were serious, although she couldn’t help her lips from mirroring his, grinning wide. 

“Maybe… and I can’t believe I’m saying this… Maybe you two just need to talk. Be honest. Ask him why he’s being weird.” Joe supplied, gently shrugging like it was the simplest thing to do. 

“But what if-” She was cut off by her best friend.

“You can spend your whole life saying ‘what if’... but then you’ll never know.”

“That’s… strangely profound.” The southern lady was pleasantly surprised by her friend's words. 

“You saying I’m not smart?”

“NoOo.” She sing-songed, making a face at Toye, one that he copied. “I just wasn’t expecting you to be so…wise.”

“So, you are calling me dumb.” 

“Shut up, genius.” Birdie smirked at the man, pushing her shoulder into his playfully, “And now you.”

“Me?” It was his turn to play dumb.

“Tell me all about you and Luz.” Birdie curled up next to the man while he began his story. 

“Okay well, it started……”

————(flashbacks)————

“Just get me a drink.” Some instinct inside of Toye had grabbed at the front of the shorter man’s jacket and pulled him close. And now, mere inches from Luz’s face, a feeling swirled in the pit of his stomach. 

Joe didn’t miss those big brown eyes flickering down to his lips but it surprised him nonetheless. 

“Hell of an idea.” George’s own lips broke into a grin as he procured a full to the brim beer for the man in front of him. 

Toye quickly remembered where they were; in a room full of their peers. Like a light switch he clicked, remembering he had brought Birdie with him to the bar. He kept his head straight but subtly peeked at her from his peripheral vision. 

She had seen it. 

Whatever little exchange had happened between him and the jokester was witnessed by the easy company woman. Joe mentally prepared himself for a meaningful conversation with his best friend, surely she would bring it up with him at some point. 

He barely had a second to enjoy the drink before the room was called to attention. 

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The SS Samaria was stuffy. 

Toye had noticed the shift in atmosphere, thick with tension especially after the row with Guarnere and Liebgott. It seemed to set everyone’s emotions alight whether they were Jewish or not. 

Joe wasn’t usually a big talker, so staying quiet and keeping out of any more drama was easy for him. If something did begin to unfold, Toye would head out to get some fresh air. 

Bernadette had shown him an unused spot on the deck that she would escape to when tensions were high and he had somewhat adopted the place for himself. He had run into her a few times and they would sit together, talking but more often than not he would be alone, sitting in silence and enjoying the peace. 

This was one of those times.

So when Toye heard distant footsteps, he naturally assumed they belonged to the southern girl. 

“Didn’t expect to see you here.” Well, that certainly wasn't a southern woman's voice. Confused, Toye turned to find the owner. When the shorter man with deep brown hair and matching chocolate eyes came into his vision, the taller man froze up. 

“Let me guess… Birdie showed you this spot, didn't she?” Luz mused, taking a seat next to Toye. The man from Philly couldn't help but notice how close the pair of them were, he could feel warmth radiating off the shorter man.

“Uh… yeah.” Toye was doing everything he could to keep his mind off the man he sat next to, but it was easier said than done. The images of their faces being so close he had felt Luz’s hot breath mix with his replayed in his head like a movie. All other thoughts left his brain and all he could focus on was George’s mouth.

His pink tinted lips moved so smoothly, creasing and curving with ease- wait a second, they were moving as if the shorter man was speaking. But Toye hadn't been listening.

And now, Luz was looking up at him like he expected an answer. Joe’s heart raced and his cheeks warmed, he was too busy picturing this man’s soft lips on his and forgot to listen. 

Guilt crept through his body, not only was he neglecting a friend’s attempt at conversation but he was also having troublesome thoughts about him. What would Luz think if he had heard Toye’s unorthodox desires? 

“Cat got your tongue?” George teased, nudging his shoulder against Toye’s and bringing him out of his wandering mind. 

Luz looked up at Toye, warm smile on his face and eyes sparkling and in a split moment of weakness, Toye leaned. 

Before he had gotten too close, he caught himself. His body’s automatic reaction to staring into the eyes of the man he had been daydreaming about, didn't go unnoticed by the man in question. 

George’s eyes widened, the movement was so small he wasn't sure if he had really seen it but the pink that dusted Toye’s cheeks told him otherwise.  

The taller man was about to open his mouth to apologise or explain, when Luz stopped him by placing a hand on his forearm. The touch was so gentle it took Joe by surprise. 

“Joe.” Luz’s voice was whispered. He was just as unsure as his counterpart, both men were torn between keeping their yearning hiding or having courage and making a move. 

Neither one wanted to be wrong about this feeling, Luz had picked up on something the night their jump wings were earned. Although this wasn't something he could afford to misinterpret.

Seeing Toye have to hold himself back had given Luz a boost of confidence, he wanted to touch the man and when he did, it felt electric. 

Both men experienced it, whatever charged emotion lay between them and now it was Toye’s turn to be brave.

“George.” His voice was hoarse and quiet but it had captured the shorter man's attention nonetheless. 

Once again, he leaned closer, not stopping until their noses bumped. George let out a small gasp, but made no move to pull away, Toye couldn't help but smirk at his reaction, he found it endearing.

Joe’s hand came up to caress Luz’s cheek, he used his fingers to tilt the brunette's head upwards. 

Mere second before their lips met, a flurry of voices sounded as if someone had opened one of the ships exterior doors and the noise that was inside had seeped out into the cool night.

The duo broke apart, Toye clearing his throat as he did so. They had jumped apart, putting distance between them in an attempt to look like two normal guys who were just talking as friends. 

Whatever door that had been opened, swung shut and closed off the sounds that had startled the two men.

“We should probably talk about that at some point.” George was the one to speak up and disrupt the quiet. Toye nodded in agreement but he could trust his voice not to crack so he kept his mouth closed.

“Just not tonight.” With that, Luz stood, letting his last words echo in Toye’s mind as he left the taller man to ponder. 

A/N: I will be doing my best to keep writing and posting but fair warning, it will be slow going. hopefully y'all stick around x

~ Nex ~

Chapter Twenty eight

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Out of Time

Chapter 6 - "I'll Beg You Nice from my Knees"

AN: I am so sorry this took so long, I have had some medical testing done and had some health episodes so I couldn't dedicate as much time as I wanted to with this chapter. I hope you like it! This dedication has been removed. Also the title is a line from "All I Wanted" by Paramore cause that song went through my mind a lot during this chapter. In another life, reader would be with Erryk.

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Summary: Three weeks. That is how long it took Y/N to get any of the men back in her company after the horrific dinner. She didn't spend the entire time angry, though. She just didn't understand what she did to make them avoid her. All she wanted was to have them.

TW: A lot of reflection on the Driftmark incident, a lot of anger, vaginal fingering, mentions of substance use, mentions of violence, angst, talks of injury, character death of sorts but in the past and not anyone major, profanity, Aemond being dirty af

Relationship: Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon!Reader, talks of Jacaerys Velaryon x Twin!Reader, talks of Aegon Targaryen ii x Velaryon!Reader, Alicent Hightower x Rhaenyra Targaryen (not explicit but realized it's a thing)

Word Count: 4.8k

Mother and Alicent had come to help escort me back to my room after the dinner. Ser Erryk provided the physical support I needed while they were providing me some emotional. It was nice to be with them and not be expected to say anything about the dinner.

Time began to pass in a blur in a way that made me unable to distinguish the days from one another. I was aware of Mother and Alicent both agreeing, given how hurt I still was, that the homecoming feast should wait a few weeks. It was fine with me, as I did not want to even have a feast to begin with. The mornings were spent in the dragon pit with the children.

The five of them loved that I went with them. The keepers helped me to bring Vhaela out so that the two of us could get reacquainted while the kids learned with an adult dragon. It was always nice to spend time with her. Feeding her was one of my favorite things. She was so proud of herself when she blew fire to cook the meat provided she always looked to me for approval.

And in the evenings, I soothed my aches with a warm bath and biscuit. That part was nice too. Something about feeling the water wash over me as the fuzziness took over my brain allowed me to truly relax.

Well, as relaxed as I could be when neither of the men that declared my hand was theirs came to speak with me. At first, I would’ve only accepted them talking to me to apology for making a scene. Aemond and Jacaerys truly could not get past the stupid competition they alone create, and that had caused such a fuss so many times.

Then morning came and I just hoped one of them would at least come to check on me. Hours passed by that day and still neither came to find me. Even after sending my new handmaid, a young girl named Elayna Tyrell, to bring them to me, they did not come. Why were they avoiding me?

Though what made less sense was how Aegon avoided me. Correction. How he avoided me during my conscious hours was what didn’t make sense. I could tell by the way my pillow smelled of him that he would lay beside me as I slept. Knowing him he probably held me.

After it became several days without sight of any of them, I began to deflate. And then it became nearly three weeks. What did I do wrong?

Mother and Alicent were with me as the Maester were doing their daily examination. It was how I started most of my days. Mother and Alicent would bring breakfast to me and they sat with me until the exam was finished.

“Any pain the last few days?” he asked as he ran his fingers along my ribs.

“No. I have not needed to use the biscuits for physical pain, only at night to ease me to sleep,” I said to him. It no longer felt painful or inconvenient to move. My busted lip had healed. Finally I felt like myself.

“Any memories or visions further than what we’ve discussed?” he asked me quietly, so low that Mother and Alicent would not hear.

That was a more complicated matter. Every night I dreamt of being in complete darkness, only for the small red vial to turn up and be the only light source. I would walk towards it. Hours could pass and I would only be just approaching it, when a woman would appear just as it had.

This woman was devastatingly beautiful. Her hair and eyes looked to be made of flames, contrasting greatly against her pale skin. If one could imagine the ideal woman’s body, I believe they would imagine this woman. Full breasts yet an otherwise slender figure, the way any man preferred his whores. She constantly wore robes that matched the red of her hair and eyes. And around her neck laid a golden choker embedded with rubies.

This was not a woman I had memory of ever seeing. Believe me when I say she was so beautiful I know I would remember her. Her haunting my dreams every night was enough to make me certain of that.

None of that was new. What was, however, was her speaking. She would reach out, taking the vial in her hand, only to offer it to me while saying the words, “Gūrogon bisa skori ao jaelagon naejot sagon lenton.” It was Valyrian, and roughly translated to, “Take this when you want to go home.”

Only telling the Maester of this woman felt the best way to go about it. If Mother knew, she would tear the whole Kingdom brick from brick until she found this woman. I could not predict anyone else’s response nor did I really want to think about it.

“Nothing I am certain of,” I responded, which only garnered a nod.

He stepped away from my body and turned to Mother. “She is as healed as she can be. The damage done to her bones may always be there. You can feel an indent in the fifth and sixth ribs, where I suspect the bones ended together.”

“That will not affect her further?” Alicent asked him, speaking for Mother.

My jaw tightened. While I was not entirely sure what was going on between them, I was not a huge fan. Alicent speaking for Mother, the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, as though she still had any right. How was it fair or possible that Alicent got to sit at the side of the Iron Throne for so long?

“No, Your Grace,” he said to Alicent before turning to look to me. “Though I would recommend caution. Bones once broken could be easier to break.”

“Luckily I have no plans of being further beaten or tortured,” I muttered, earning a sharp look from Mother. “Sorry.”

I thought it was hilarious. Though I always thought I was funnier than those around me. Jace found me funny.

“And what is your opinion on me flying?” I asked him. I was aware how eager I sounded.

“I see no reason to restrict you further,” he said.

Whatever else was said between Mother, Alicent, and the Maester was lost on me. Slipping behind the partition, I pulled on my riding dress.

It belonged to Mother when she was young, before the way her body changed with pregnancy. It was a simple black with grey fastenings. A slit ran up the middle of the skirt so that while standing it appeared to be a normal skirt, yet it parted when I would be mounted on Vhaela. Black scale accents adorned the shoulders and the lower quarter of the sleeves. The fabric was heavy, helping avoid any chill.

I did not do anything particularly special with my hair. The front section on either side, less than an inch, got pulled back away from my face into a small braid. With that, I was ready.

When I stepped out from behind the partition, the Maester was gone. Thank the gods.

“I do not think you should go flying yet,” Mother told me as she stood from her chair.

“You cannot stop me,” I said firmly.

“Y/N” she said, beginning to explain her reasoning.

“No. No. I have been reasonable and compliant this entire time. You two want to play house and pretend the past did not happen, and I have not spoken a word. You both prepare a grand feast that will happen in two days time and I accept it without argument despite not wanting it. Being poked and prodded by the Maester every morning before I even have finished my breakfast has been irritating to no end but still I stayed silent,” I said, feeling a fire build up inside of me. “I went eighteen years, waiting for a dragon while all my brothers’ eggs hatched! Aegon and Helaena had a dragon before I could even form a thought! Even Aemond had Vhagar by the time he was ten! And yet I only had weeks with Vhaela before five years was stolen from me!”

“Rhaenyra, she has a point,” Alicent said to her, taking her hand. The way Mother relaxed made me freeze.

That was what it was. Why Mother allowed Alicent a seat, even still. Why Mother had clung to the idea of the Alicent of their girlhood, even when Alicent was a nightmare. They were in love.

“You would need to chain me in the black cells to keep from her,” I whispered, stepping forward to take her hands in my own. “I am not leaving. I am not disappearing. But Vhaela more than anything is my birthright as a Targaryen.”

She looked between me and Alicent. I could see the thoughts brewing in her mind, trying to find a way to convince both of us to keep me here. Yet, I was my mother’s daughter, blood of the dragon. There was nothing keeping me where I did not want to be.

“Take Aemond or Jace with you,” she instructed me.

Despite not wanting to give them more opportunity to ignore me, I did not want to keep arguing with Mother. Any fight between Targaryens could turn explosive rather quickly. It is why I am grateful that there was no war for Mother’s crown. Had there been, I imagine our entire family would be gone, if not the entire kingdom.

Without another word, I left the room. Erryk was immediately by my side. His presence was comforting, as I found in recent weeks he was my greatest company. And in truth, he wasn’t a bad looking man either. If he hadn’t taken the oath preventing him from taking a wife, I may have said screw the other three and just chosen him.

“Where are we headed, Princess? I assume the Dragon Pit?” he asked as we walked. He looked me up and down, giving a small smile at my attire.

“First we need to find either Jace or Aemond,” I muttered.

“You have not desired to see them for a while now. What’s changed?” he asked me.

“I have been permitted to fly again. Mother, however, insists I take one of the two of them,” I explained. He said nothing else.

As we walked, I knew where both men would be. Aemond would most likely be in the training yard. Despite having been a very accomplished swordsman by his sixteenth nameday, he continued training just as obsessively as before. And Jace? On days like today, where the sun was hidden just enough to avoid hurting one’s eyes but glimmered through the clouds like a treasure waiting to be found, he liked to go down to the shoreline and watch the boats.

My heart pulled me in two different directions. Jace was who my head told me I should want. He truly had been my other half. There was no way I could ever exist without him. Yet still he stayed away. He was the type of person to use the silent treatment as a punishment. Whenever I had made him angry, he would go long bouts of time without saying a thing to me. The longest he went was three months.

Yet Aemond felt like who I wanted to spend time with the most. He was who I wanted to make see my side of things. These last few weeks had driven me crazy because he had refused to come to me. He had never stayed far from my side for more than a few hours if we were in the same place.

My heart decided I needed Aemond. I needed him like one needs to breathe. It felt as though without him life did not make sense.

Instead of turning right at the end of the corridor to leave through the main doors of the Keep, I turned left. It was the fastest way to the training yard. Well, actually, from my room there was a secret corridor hidden behind this dragon statue that lead directly to the training yard, with a few offshoots to get to other rooms around the Keep. But given the fact I don’t want many people knowing about it, including Erryk, it was smarter for me to take this way.

“You look well, Princess,” Erryk commented as we passed several members of Court.

Members of Court were lords and ladies who came from houses that felt they deserved to live among us, yet were evidently unimportant enough that they could abandon their holdings to play dress up with royals. In truth they disgusted me as a general rule. What bothered me was not that they were not royalty, I truthfully couldn’t care less about birth status. No, it bothered me that they would so carelessly abandon their duties at their own homes to come and live in mine.

Perhaps if they just were happy to live here it would not be so terrible. Yet, they would eat the food we had and take the benefits of being a member of court to live lavish lifestyles, all while spreading rumors of our lives. I did not like liars. I did not like people who benefit from lies they spread.

That’s not to say all members of Court were bad. When I was little I had a handmaid named Tarla Greyjoy who was absolutely lovely. She was kind to me, got along with the rest of my family without trying to insert herself into relationships. She didn’t try to get Jacaerys to marry her instead of me like some girls did. And most importantly, she was a very good secret keeper.

She had died when she was thirteen and I was fourteen. We had been sailing to Driftmark so that Jace and I could visit our grandparents, and naturally I had her with me. I didn’t know how scared she was of storms. We sailed right into one and in a panic, she slipped on the deck. To this day I don’t really understand, but she fell in such a way that her neck broke and she died instantly. I was inconsolable for days. She had been my friend for nearly ten years, stood by my side every day during that time. I missed her dearly, but if I gave her too much thought it resulted in a crippling panic attack.

When we stepped out into the training yard, it was not a surprise to see Aemond. He moved gracefully with every swing of his sword. It was like watching Caraxes do his mating dance for Syrax in a way. Which if I were honest sounds a lot dorkier than it was.

He didn’t notice me at first, I don’t think. He was solely focused on his opponent, who I vaguely recognized as another member of Court. The opponent came from a lesser house, I think House Redwyne, and those types of men always liked the chance to get close as possible to us. They also always liked to flirt with Helaena and I to try to make us fall in love and get all gooey when we see them so they can improve their station.

With a swift jab of the sword’s pommel into the shoulder from Aemond, the Redwyne lordling stumbled. In mere seconds, Aemond swept his legs out from under him then held the tip of the sword to his throat. I couldn’t help but to smirk.

Aemond hadn’t used wooden swords to train since about a year after he lost his eye. He said there was no joy for him in it if there was no danger in it. To me, it always sounded like he secretly wished to be injured again.

Mother allowed me to stay by his side for a month after the incident in Driftmark. That month was the worst time of his life, I think. He had to begin to relearn everything before he had even stopped feeling pained from his injury. His depth perception was completely off which hindered his ability to feed himself, to traverse the Keep by himself, or really do much of anything.

He was angry, too, angrier than I had ever seen him. He was angry at my brothers, my mother, his mother, even the gods could’ve feared his wrath. Yet, I was the one person spared his anger, and all he wanted was for me to stay by his side. His reasoning?

That night on Driftmark, I told the truth. That Aemond had woken me up to share with me the chance to claim Vhagar. That when he got back from his inaugural flight, Rhaena was angered by his claim on Vhagar. That her and Baela’s anger caused them to attack Aemond. That he pushed me out of the way before defending himself. Then my brothers jumped in, and eventually it became all of them beating Aemond.

I think what really sealed it that night, at least for Aemond and especially for Alicent, was that I confirmed it was Jace who had brought the knife. He was the one to introduce it.

Jace filled in the words. How Aemond was vicious and violent in his words. That Aemond had called my brothers bastards. Which Jace made sure to glare at me that night as he said that, as to remind me that meant Aemond called me a bastard. And he made sure to point out that Luke only did that to protect his family. Completely ignoring the fact that Aemond was family.

I want to be very clear that I do not believe Luke should have lost his eye as punishment. Alicent suggesting that made my stomach twist and turn back then, and still does to this day. I do, however, believe that my brothers never received punishment for anything they did.

Like why did it matter more to Mother the words that Aemond said rather than the fact her sons were among the attackers? Why did Jace continue to get to carry a knife while I returned home and was forbidden from Jace’s side for three months? When it was I who saw that the actions of those four weighed just as heavily as the words of Aemond? Why did Mother completely forget that Jace made Aemond’s life hell for not having a dragon, making him feel lesser than, while I sat there and listened to him belittle someone in the same position I was in?

And to be honest, it wasn’t as though Aemond was wrong. Yes, it was technically treasonous of him to say it out loud. But again, he wasn’t wrong. Vaemond Velaryon was not wrong. We are bastards. Our blood is Harwin Strong. Not a drop of Velaryon blood resides in our veins. Though, they could’ve said it less disgustedly.

It was doubtful anyone could understand how frustrating these thoughts are. They made me feel as though I betray Mother and my brothers by acknowledging the circumstances of our birth. But, if I denounce Aemond for speaking that, it is like I am calling him a liar, which he isn’t. Truly, it feels like no matter what I feel about that situation, I am screwed.

Aemond noticed me at that point. Given the way his head snapped up in my direction, I imagine I let out a grunt of frustration. He looked almost ashamed when he saw me.

Good.

“Prince Aemond, a word if you will,” I said loudly to him. We were about five feet apart, so I did not have to practically yell it to him. But I spoke louder than needed so that he would have no choice.

Wordlessly, he put his sword in its scabbard and walked over to me. Just having him within arms reach again was enough to make me feel my heart rate increase. Fucking Seven Hells, I love him so much.

“Princess,” he said quietly, giving me a subtle nod of his head.

“You are to accompany me in flight, as requested by Her Grace the Queen,” I told him firmly.

Sometimes, I really liked pulling rank. It was truly the only thing he would listen to at times. He was annoyingly stubborn. Not in the way that most anyone with a cock was, but in a special and overwhelming way.

“And where are you wishing to go, Princess?” he asked me.

“I think perhaps Felwood. A short flight from here, three hours tops,” I said, shrugging a bit.

He nodded and motioned for me lead the way. I tried to relax my jaw as it tightened in annoyance. He was still wanting to put a distance between us.

“Ser Erryk, you are dismissed for the time being. I shall seek you out when I return,” I said to Erryk. The sweet knight nodded and took his leave.

Now there was no buffer between Aemond and I. He could not feign interest in anyone else’s life. He could not ignore me.

We walked in silence from the training yard, though he did still give me his arm to hold. The walk from the Keep to the Dragon Pit typically talk about an hour and a half. They were about five miles apart. When I went there with the children, we always took a carriage. When I was with Aemond, though, he preferred the walk.

Passing by several shops on the streets of city, several shopkeepers and their patrons stared at us. I wasn’t entirely sure why but they had never approached us. Mother always feared they would mob me. Though they didn’t seem to care most of the time. Maybe it was because I had spent so much time among them they saw me more as a person.

“It wasn’t just us that missed you,” Aemond said quietly. I looked to him immediately, my heart speeding up as he pulled me closer. “The people of the city missed you as well.”

He was probably right. Before my disappearance, I worked hard to gain the love and respect of the citizens of King’s Landing. It wasn’t that I needed everyone in the world to like me. But I knew, more than anything, that one day these people would be my people. One day I would be their Queen. And it is easier to rule people that love you.

“You hurt me,” I told him as we kept walking.

He sighed rather loudly. “I know.”

“I’m not speaking of the dinner, Aemond. Which, by the way, was a dick move for a lot of reasons. But I’m talking about the fact that today is the first time since that you’ve spoken to me,” I said.

I was trying desperately to hold my voice steady. Every part of me wanted to scream at him. It wasn’t even necessarily anger that made me feel this way. It was just there was so much crap in my head and in my heart, and he didn’t seem to get it.

“I was embarrassed,” he admitted.

“Gods, I can’t imagine why you would be,” I muttered rather harshly.

Immediately, he went back to being quiet. I wanted to kick myself in the head. Why did I have to say that?

This was not the first time in my life I had said something that caused instant regret. Hells, it was not even the first time since I’ve returned that I’ve done it. I tended to speak before I thought at times when I really should just be quiet.

The rest of our walk was in silence. In the near hour and a half it takes to walk from the Red Keep to the Dragon Pit, he only said maybe twenty words to me. I longed for his voice, his declarations of love. Yet, because of who I am I could not receive them.

Aemond discussed with the keepers that we wish to fly. He spoke quietly with them, so quietly it was obvious he did not want me to hear, telling them they only need bring Vhaela. They had nodded in understanding near immediately before shuffling off to bring Vhaela to me.

“You do understand the rules are I have to take you with me, yes?” I asked him, raising an eyebrow.

“I shall fly on Vhaela with you,” he said simply.

My face heated up as blood rushed to my cheeks. Aemond had always told me that I needed to fly on a dragon before I had my own. So we went weekly into the skies, grateful to Vhagar that she was so good. The last time we rode on the same dragon was before I had Vhaela. It was not the feeling of flying that I remembered from that trip. No, it was the feeling of his cock buried inside me that was the only thing I could remember.

I caught him looking at me and smirking. That caused my cheeks to heat up even more. My breath caught in the space between my lungs and my throat and a fire burned inside me, nestled in the svalley between my thighs.

“You remember,” he said quietly. We were all alone in this moment.

“How could I not?” I whispered. Feeling emboldened by his obvious or perhaps just stupid, I changed our position. Now I stood chest to chest with him.

“Which part do you remember most, my love?” he whispered to me. His hands found my waist to hold me close. Though they didn’t stay there, slowly working their way back and down.

I took a deep breath. He was looking at me with such an intensity it felt like he could burn a hole in my soul. All I could think was how the ache between my thighs was becoming overwhelming. If he could hear my heart, he would hear it thudding against my chest harder with every passing second.

“Or how about you tell me your memories of it?” I whispered, smirking up at him. “After all, you’re the one who needs to make up for your behavior.”

He chuckled as his hands worked their way over my ass and around to my front. “Always been a brat, haven’t you? Can’t do as you are told?” he asked. His voice was quiet and deep.

“I listen to those who deserve it,” I said to him. My breath caught in my throat as his fingers moved past the parting of my skirt. They brushed against my clit through the thin material of the shift I wore underneath. The touch was so light one could miss it.

“And if I beg you for forgiveness?” he whispered, watching my face intently as he increased the pressure of his touch. There was no denying the pleasure of it.

“Get to begging,” I practically commanded him. I couldn’t help but to inch my hips forward.

Gods if I had any ounce of self respect I would push him away. I wouldn’t allow him to touch me like this without a proper apology. In fact, I perhaps should’ve championed for Aegon to accompany me just to prove my point to Aemond. That it was not fair of him to ignore me when I had done nothing wrong.

But as he rubbed my clit through the flimsy skirt of my shift, I couldn’t help but lean against him. My forehead was pressed against his chest, my breathing becoming ragged. I gripped his wrist tightly as I felt that all too familiar band tightening behind my navel.

“That’s my girl,” he whispered when I finally let out a breathy moan. “Should’ve been doing this for you the entire time. I promise, baby, I won’t be so stupid ever again.”

With his free hand, he lifted the shift up enough to where he could touch my clit directly. I let out a loud moan, one that caused him to chuckle. His thumb stayed firmly pressed against my clit, moving in tight little circles, as he moved his other fingers to my entrance.

“So wet for me, baby,” he whispered in my ear before pushing his fingers inside. Right off the bat he started with two. His fingers were long and slender, feeling heavenly inside me. “You deserve the world you know that?”

“Fuck, Aemond,” I moaned as he pumped his fingers in and out.

He eagerly worked my cunt as he continued to rub my clit. My grip on his wrist tightened as I began seeing stars.

“That’s it, such a good girl,” he praised me as the band behind my navel finally snapped. Orgasmic bliss washed over me. “Such a perfect girl. Do you forgive, princess?”

I only just managed to pull myself away as the Keeper surfaced with Vhaela in tow. Aemond was smirking at me. He maintained eye contact with me as he brought his fingers to his lips and licked them clean. I swear to the gods he moaned.

“Perhaps,” I told him quietly, smirking a bit before walking over to Vhaela.

[v-tired-queer]

Hey! We don't know each other but I found you through the PNES tag. I'm trying to find out more info about PNES versus temporal lobe epilepsy, to help me figure out how likely it is that I need medication for what I'm pretty sure are focal seizures.

My question is: can PNES seizures have an aura?

Are there any ways you know of to tell the difference aside from an EEG during an episode? I am planning on getting a neuro referral at my next doctor's appointment but it's been giving me bad anxiety worrying about it.

Thank you for your time.

Hello! I really hope things go well with your appointment! I know how scary all of it can be. I have full faith that you've totally got this though!!

So, to answer your question: yes, some people with PNES can and will experience an aura before a seizure, but others won't. The way that PNES affects people and is experienced can vary from person to person. For example, like I said, I do experience an aura sensation before I have a seizure. My head begins to fog up in a way that's kind of hard for me to fully describe. For me, it's almost like I'm slowly becoming mentally numb, like a fog is rolling in that puts me on high alert. But I also have other tell-teale signs that I'm about to seize: my left hand always starts to tremble, and I always become vastly less-than-aware of myself and my surroundings. Other people with PNES might have different cues, or similar cues, or anything else entirely. That being said, the seizures themselves can differ, too. While mine include no longer being in control of my limbs and violent convulsions and twitches, some people may have ones that look like absence seizures, or even another type completely.

Before I was officially diagnosed, I went to two different neurologists and had two different EEG scans done: one in office and one overnight. They monitored how my brain behaved both outside of a seizure and during a seizure. PNES seizures and epileptic seizures look very different on EEGs, which is to be expected due to their different causes. It's actually pretty cool to see the difference, I recommend looking up some different scans to see! But outside of the tests, my doctors ran through my symptoms and how I experience having a seizure, and were able to jot down the differences in what I was experiencing compared to someone with epilepsy. For example, I'm actually able to hear everything around me during a seizure, but since I'm seizing, I'm unresponsive no matter what, which tends to be abnormal for the type of seizure I experience. I also go completely nonverbal after a seizure for anywhere from 10 minutes to an hour. But again, that's just how I experience them. Experiences can and often times will vary from person to person, but the cause is the same: PNES is brought on by an emotional response, while epileptic seizures are caused by a physical response from the brains nerves cells.

Now that being said, temporal lobe epilepsy doesn't seem to be caused by an emotional reaction, but rather, can be triggered by an emotional reaction (usually high stress levels) due to the epilepsy being present in the, well, temporal lobes. Which then circles back around to the overall cause being different, though symptoms can be similar.

To be honest, due to their similarities, I'm not sure if you could be diagnosed with one or the other without having EEGs and other tests done. But the good news is, none of the tests hurt! And for all of them you'll be closely monitored so in the event of a seizure you won't be injured then, either.

(I'm a "glass half full" kind of person lmao)

I cannot stress enough how important it is to be honest with your doctor about what you're experiencing. It's definitely anxiety inducing for a lot of us, but the more open and honest you are with them, the more they can help steer you in the right direction. And if you get saddled with a doctor unwilling to listen or simply write you off, please don't hesitate to really advocate for yourself. You really need to be in your own corner so you can get the correct diagnosis, so you can then get the proper help and treatment you need. It'll take time, and at some points it'll probably be frustrating--I know it was for me--but it's so important to get the proper treatment for the true problem.

I really, really hope that things go well for you and that you can figure out what it is that you're experiencing! I'm rooting for you!!

(Also this got very long very quickly, but I hope it helps nonetheless!)

[breakingblorbos]

Pinned Post/Blog Info!

Hiya!! Welcome to my BrBa & BCS focused blog! 👋🏼😊 The primary purpose of this pinned post is to give some info about me, my blog, and what you can expect to find on it. Everything below the cut is not required reading to follow or interact; merely just additional info if you are interested, or if you want to make requests. The only thing I require you to read is the following disclaimer:

This is an 18+ blog ran by an adult. You will find NSFT art/fic, dark and potentially upsetting themes, as is common for the BrBa/BCS universe. And I make very thirsty comments & posts about my blorbos, so just keep that in mind. However!! I am not going to restrict anyone from following/interacting with my blog. Use your own discretion and awareness. That's your responsibility, not mine. Anything that needs a content warning will be tagged appropriately, of course.

🌌About Me!🪐

Basic info - You can call me either Orion or Riley! I'm 25, neurodivergent, trans masc & nonbinary, and bisexual. Pronouns are he/him and they/them. I do also live in New Mexico (born and raised babyy!), which makes the shows that much more special to me!! I'm very friendly and open, but also very shy, so I tend to not reach out to folks even when I want to talk to them (which, honestly, is most of y'all. Oops.) If you ever do feel compelled to chat with me, please don't hesitate! I'm super excited to talk about BrBa/BCS with literally anybody!

I'm a writer, but I struggle hard with getting anything actually published on here or AO3. I try to write but it's not nearly consistent enough to ever expect anything from me. I'm working towards getting better at this! My main hurdle to overcome is my perfectionism and my fear of rejection (RSD).

I have a lot of interests, being autistic, so the only important one to list here is obviously Breaking Bad & Better Call Saul. You can certainly ask about my other interests, and I'll be happy to tell you more! I like to keep my special interests all separate on their own dedicated blogs, so that was the main motivation behind creating this one. Which leads me to the next section:

☣️About This Blog!⚗️

Most of the content is gonna be reblogs from others: fanart, fics, writings, memes, shitposts, etc. I myself am not an artist and cannot contribute with art even though I wish I could, but I may sometimes write little drabbles, oneshots, and universe willing, fic chapters for my ships/blorbos (more info on that below ↓). If you want to see something in particular, you're more than welcome to submit a request! I think I have a lot more motivation to write when I get specifically asked to write something, perhaps?

My main blorbos: (red shows the character currently occupying my braincell the most rn)

🥊Tuco Salamanca

🐍Nacho Varga (and by extension, Vaas Montenegro. I simply love MM.)

💀Marco & Leonel Salamanca

❤️‍🩹Jesse Pinkman

🎭Saul Goodman/Jimmy McGill

Of course, I adore all the characters (except Walt ofc) and they're all very special to me!! But these seven men listed above have an absolute chokehold on my brain at any given time lmao, so they will be featured prominently in this blog.

My fave ships:

Default ship is character x reader

Vaacho (Vaas x Nacho)

Lacho (Nacho x Lalo)

Beef Sandwich (Nacho x Twins) I fucking love this ship name holy shit

Tucho (Tuco x Nacho)

McWexler (Kim x Jimmy)

Jesse x Jane

Jesse x Andrea

Jesse x happiness (this is a joke, but also not. Man deserves it.)

📨Requests!📝

My asks are always open for questions, requests, or really anything! I love sending/receiving asks and interacting with this fandom! If you're interested in requesting a writing from me, first read this list of what I will and won't write before you submit your request:

Yes, no problem!

Vast majority of ships

Smut/Explicit/PWP

Headcanons

AUs

Oneshots

Drabble

Reader Inserts

Gender Swaps

Fluff

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Angst

Violence/Gore

Dubcon

Toxic Relationship

Most Kinks & Fetishes

Please ask first!

Fandom Crossovers (mostly just to ensure I know the fandom)

Consensual Noncon (depends on character)

No, I will not!

In/ce/st Ships (i.e. twincest, cousins)

Explicit content involving underage characters

Ageplay (calling a character daddy doesn't count lol)

Extreme Kinks, such as s/ca/t, v/or/e, n/ecr/o, etc.

Keep in mind that I reserve the right to deny your request for any reason, including no reason at all! 9 times out of 10 this won't be necessary, but if you're rude or demanding non-jokingly, I won't write for you! Just be chill and it'll be Saul Goodman! :)

Also I don't have a Masterlist to link here, because I've never posted anything ever! It's all just vibing in my Google Docs while I polish and tweak until the end of time! Fun! :D /s

So, yeah, I suppose that's the long and the short of it. I didn't expect for this to be so long, but I have a tendency to just keep adding details to things! Good for writing; not great for writing a blog intro. I'll edit as needed over time, though. Thanks for reading if you got this far! Seriously, props to you. Here's a cookie mwah 🤲🏼🍪

[m-jelly]

So, I wanna say a few things about this request before I answer it. Firstly, I do not do remakes of movies, other animes, or tv shows anymore because a lot of them I haven't seen and therefore would fail to make what you want. Second, please do not send me asks this long in the future as it is a lot for me to make. I have a full-time job and I do this for free. This is way too much for me to do and can be very stressful for me when I'm supposed to be doing this for fun.

Fic notes: The age gap has been removed. I am very uncomfortable with age gaps with Levi that are more than 5 years. Therefore I can make this character five years younger, nothing more. The next note is Levi does not lie to you about being dead. In my rules, it says I do not like misunderstandings and to me, this counts as a misunderstanding. Therefore, you will be very aware of where Levi is and that he is healing. I will do the artist storyline and you are aware of Levi recovering, but he will be recovering in Marley and not Paradise.

If the person who originally sent me this is not happy with the massive changes I have made or how I've spoken in this beginning part, then I am sorry. I can send you to a fic creator who can do exactly what you want, but expect it to be a long fic as this is a massive request.

Reuniting

Pairing: Levi x Fem!Reader

Genre and tags: Slight canon AU kind of not, Post War Levi, fluff, romance, becoming a couple, confessions, artist reader.

Concept: While Levi is healing in Marley, you took up Erwin's suggestion and become an artist. You began painting landscapes and people recovering from war. When you get word that your Captain is returning you paint him a picture and meet him at the docks. You welcome him and his friends back before leading him with Erwin to his new home. Levi visits you and sees your dedication to him after the war leading you both to confess.

Tag list: @levisbrat25 @ladycheesington @skittlelover69 @nbinairyn @nyxiieluna @galactict3a @notgoodforlife @li-anne @strawberrybunny123 @demonsimp6

Your head tilted as you followed the lines and painted yet another portrait of the man that captured your heart. You moved back as you gazed at the painting of Levi you'd made. You blushed hard as you locked eyes with him. You smiled a little and moved it to the wall.

You turned to the stable door with the top open to see a familiar blonde come to visit. You smiled softly at him and waved gently. "Hello. Erwin."

He waved back before leaning on the top of the door. "I bring news."

You covered your paintings before approaching Erwin. "What's up?"

He smiled a little as you inspected his fake arm and made sure your paintings and carvings were still perfect. "Well, a certain friend of ours and your muse is coming home from Marley."

You blushed hard. "Captain?"

He nodded. "That's right."

You whined a bit as your heart raced. "He's all better now?"

"That's right."

You fiddled with your apron. "Good."

He hummed a laugh. "Want to come greet him? He's coming soon."

Your eyes lit up in delight. "Please."

He opened the door for you. "Come on then."

You pulled your apron off and shoved your summer hat on your head. You jumped around as you slipped on your shoes before running out of the house with Erwin. "Wait!" You ran back and grabbed some paper before running back out and collecting the best flowers in your garden. "Welcome home gift."

"He'll like it." He walked with you down your garden path and onto the main road. He smiled a little as you walked together. "How are you feeling? Nightmares gone?"

You hummed. "I have my good days and bad." You frowned a little and shivered. "Do the screams ever stop?" You rubbed your tears away. "Sorry, I shouldn't cry. Just the underground and the war."

Erwin rubbed your back. "You've done so well."

"Thank you." You gazed up at him. "How are you fairing?"

"I get some pains." He sighed and looked at his right hand. "Some phantom feelings. It's strange." He released a long sigh. "I am thankful to you for helping me so much."

You blushed a little. "I'm happy to help. You're a wonderful friend."

He chuckled. "You're mine too." He looked ahead to see people waiting at the docks. He looked out at sea and saw the ship was about to dock. "We're on time."

You clutched the flowers tightly as you watched people come off the ship. You looked around for Levi as your heart throbbed in your chest. You gasped when you recognised him limping with crutches. You couldn't believe how handsome he was. You were so focused on Levi that you didn't even notice Isabel and Furlan.

Erwin waved to the three and gained their attention. "Over here."

Levi moved closer and noticed you standing next to Erwin. His heart raced as the word love drifted into his head and heart. He smiled a little and moved faster towards you both. "Tch, you both didn't need to come out for me."

Erwin shook Levi's hand. "We wanted to."

Levi looked over at you. "You look...beautiful."

You blushed hard. "Th-Thank you." You offered the flowers to him. "F-For you." You stopped a moment. "Oh, that's rude of me with the crutches."

Levi smiled at you. "Well, my friends can take my crutches and you can help me walk."

You nodded and offered your arm to him once he handed his crutches over. "If that's what you want."

He took the flowers and held your arm. "I want this." He limped with you as you guided him to a car waiting for him. He climbed inside with your help. "You'll sit with me, right?"

You climbed into the car and sat next to him. "Sure."

He released a long sigh as the others got their seats. "It's been a long time."

You gripped your dress hard. "Yes, but Marley has the best medical help. So, it made sense for you to be there."

"Did you miss me?"

You blushed and nodded shyly. "Yes."

He moved closer to you. "I missed you too."

You smiled brightly at Levi before kissing his cheek. You went to speak, but the door opened and Levi was helped out of the car. You went to get out, but Erwin climbed in next to you. "Erwin?"

He smiled at you. "We're going home. Levi needs to settle in."

Levi leaned into the car and called your name. He blushed as he gazed at Erwin next to you. "I ah...I'll see you soon. Thank you for the flowers." He cleared his throat. "I'll come visit you, alone."

You shyly waved. "Okay, see you soon."

You returned home and fed Erwin some dinner before he went home to his place, which was just next door to you. You spent a few days painting in your little art room with the top of your stable door open. You played classical music each day and kept hoping Levi would come over, but it was only Erwin, Mike and Hange.

But one day it all changed.

"Tch, fuck brat you are incredible."

You jumped and turned to see Levi leaning on the door. "Captain."

"Levi, please." He looked around your room. "May I come in?"

You nodded and walked over to him. "Sure." You opened the door and let him in. "I'll make you some tea."

"Thank you."

You hurried off to your cottage kitchen. You smiled a little to yourself as you made a pot of tea and a plate of baked cookies made by you. You carried the tray into your art room and placed it on the table. "It's special tea I grow in my garden and I baked the cookies." You looked up to see Levi staring at a painting of him. "Oh...oh no, I'm sorry."

Levi stopped you from covering it up. "It's incredible. You captured me so nicely. I look so at peace." He locked eyes with you. "Is this how you see me?"

You nodded shyly. "Yes."

He pulled you closer. "You see me in such a beautiful manner."

You lowered your head. "I just...I missed you and painting landscapes was nice, but I wanted to paint things that I thought were beautiful and not what others thought." You smiled as you fiddled with your dress. "You."

Levi cradled your face in his hands and kissed you. He leaned closer and kissed you again with a happy hum. He smiled against your lips when you kissed him back with just as much passion and love. He tangled his fingers in your hair as he bit your lip. He pushed his tongue into your mouth and hummed in delight.

He pulled back and blushed a little. "Sorry, my lips aren't nice with the scar."

You blushed hard. "D-Don't be sorry. I l-liked it."

"Good because I liked it too."

You nibbled your lip. "Levi, I'm in love with you. I've been in love with you for so long."

Levi yanked you into his arms and held you. "Me too. I'm madly in love with you. I've wanted to be with you for so long. The one thing that kept me going and holding onto life was knowing I would be with you again and tell you my love for you."

You welled up and smiled at Levi. "I've been desperate to tell you how I feel too." You held his hands. "Where do we go from here?"

"Well, I was hoping we date. I want to be with you. Maybe I could stay with you for a few days? I will be here, then go back to mine for a few days. I would ask you to come over mine, but your job is here." He cleared his throat. "So, what do you think?"

You welled up and smiled happily. "It's perfect. I'm ready to be all yours." You giggled as Levi smiled and wiped your tears. "Then again, I've always been yours."

Levi kissed you and hummed in happiness. "You're right. I've always been yours too." He chuckled. "My darling love. My everything. Mine."

[lil-tumbles]

Have a new question: so, in school- like, late primary (elementary)/ secondary/high school (if applicable)- what were your history classes more comprised of? Did you have mostly/ a lot of history, or even an entire class dedicated, to history about your own country? Or, like me, did you get like one term of history about your country and then one unit that happened to be in your country and that's it

I am well aware that I far from covered everywhere, I was mainly interested in the difference between UK and USA (because of my own nationality makeup) so I put those first and then quickly ran out of poll options sorry to Asia, Canada, Mexico, South America, Antarctica, Australia, Oceania as a whole actually- look, my point is, Tumblr needs more poll options!

[lambkiin]

Late Nights at the Diner

Roach (Trailer Park of Terror) x AFAB!Reader

Tags; Roach 😳, quickie, two uses of degrading name calling, mutual masturbation, p in v sex, in the back of a car, a few minor timeskips because I’m insane

I will fix the “read more” formatting when I have access to a PC.

AN: First attempt at writing a fic for Roach, I think it turned out fairly well. If some sentences look weird I powered through writing this with a awful crick in my neck, have mercy. Enjoy and have fun!

I’ll also mention that the character and I are both from the deep south, so the dialogue won’t always make a whole lotta sense sound wise unless you’re aware of all the different ways we pronounce “you” down here.

Dawn was drawing close, it was nearly 3:30am. You parked your Mustang near the front door of the joint, climbing out and shutting the door with a metallic click. Sighing softly, you checked the pockets of your stained work apron. You looked around at your surroundings after locating your cash, checking out all the vehicles in the lot.

One car in particular caught your eye, it…was certainly something along the lines of junker. There was a skull and crossbones spray-painted to the side, as well as some words you couldn’t exactly make out in the dark. “Promisin’ crowd…” You muttered, sluggishly making your way to the entrance.

You were somewhat of a regular here, being thrown an excited wave by the waitress, Fiona. Knowing by now you could sit where you pleased, you returned her wave and went to sit at your usual spot- well, this isn’t going as planned. Speechless, you were completely frozen, your shocked eyes locked onto the man before you.

He sat with an arm thrown over the booth, and a cig hanging from his lips. He was also aware of his surroundings, you wanted to pass out as he turned his head towards you.

“Need somethin’ darlin’?” He quirked a brow, subtle smirk pulling onto his face. Geez, for a man who looks like he’d just changed the oil in a car…he was- very attractive. You opened your mouth, but he beat you to it. “M’ I in yer spot? Sorry ‘bout that. Why don’cha join me? I don’t bite.” He gave you a toothy grin, gesturing to the booth across from himself.

It was something about the way he spoke to you that just went straight down- oh shut up. You don’t even know his name! Fuck it, you’ve got nothing to lose. You gave him a small smile, sliding into the booth he’d offered.

“Thank you, er…?” You tilted your head up to the man, taking in his features proper.

“Names Roach, no it’s not a nickname either.” He put out his cigarette in the tables ashtray, having noticed your nostril twitching.

“Roach, I like it…rolls off the tongue.” You grinned, genuinely finding charm in the mans off the wall name.

“Ya gonna tell me yer name? Or am I jus’ gonna have’ta call ya beautiful all night?” He was far too good at these lines, it was doing its job in making you blush. You let out an embarrassed cough, composing yourself.

“Y/n, do ya do this with everyone at the diner?” You snorted, leaning towards him with your chin resting against your palm.

“Don’ think any of them truckers are as pretty as you, hm? I’ll blame it on luck I ran into ya tonight.” His eyes drifted to the side, then back to you. “Ready to order?”

~

Somehow it hadn’t been long between your arrival and his, you ordered together. You were now finishing up your coke, picking up one of the remaining fries to eat.

Fiona walked over once again. “One ticket or two?” She asked, unsure if you had been meeting him here or if it was chance. Roach spoke up right before you could, that award-winnin’ grin spread across his face.

“Just one, thank ya.” Fiona nodded in response, walking away to get the ticket squared away. Roach pulled out his wallet, ready to pay for the meal.

“You don’t have to do that, let me pay my part.” Your brows turned upwards, reaching for your folded stack of tips.

“My mama taught me better’n that, darlin’. Hell, ya could get any man to pay yer way with looks like that.” He sent you a wink. Lord almighty, you weren’t usually one for a quick fuck- but maybe you’ll indulge. Fiona brought your one ticket, accepting the cash from Roach. She turned to you, offering another wave of goodbye.

~

You and Roach stepped out into the cool nights air together, stopping for a moment while he lit up another cigarette. “Which one is yours? Vehicles- I mean.” You asked, watching as he took a deep drag off the cig.

“Mine? Oh- that one there…towards the side.” Of course the one from earlier was his, it matched him far too well.

“I suppose everything about ya is eye-catching, huh? Doin’ anything after this?” You boldly asked, one and obvious intention in mind, it was 4am. Roach nearly choked on smoke, eyes darting towards you and as wide as dinner plates. He regained his cool just as fast as he’d lost it, ready to throw down more of his smooth-talker lines.

“What for? Wanna see the interior?” He smirked, letting his cigarette hang from his mouth like it had been a half hour ago.

“Somethin’ like that. God, you look so good like that.” You muttered without even thinking, drawing closer to him for warmth in the wind.

“Well come on over then, darlin’.” He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and walked you towards his car. You’d just realized how tall he was, at least a foot taller than yourself, you fit so wonderfully into his side. It didn’t take too long to reach the edge of the parking lot, taking in the somewhat endearing sight of his beater. “The grand tour…” His arm left your shoulders, pulling the back door open. He gestured for you to get in, taking the cigarette from his lips and stomping it out on the gravel.

You slid into the back seat, kicking a few bottles as you did so. The interior was in shockingly good condition for what the outside looked like. Roach followed in after you, shutting the door behind himself. “This what ya wanted, baby? Takin’ ol’ Roach in the back of ‘is Buick like a whore?” The car was perfect for you, but he looked just a bit too tall for it.

“Doesn’t sound too bad.” You turned towards him, crawling forward. Grabbing a fistful of his shirt, you pushed him against the same door he’d just closed. “Bet you’ll be the whore beggin’ fer more when I’m done with ya.” You muttered, pressing your lips to his very much exposed neck.

“Bold claim, darlin’, but I like yer enthusiasm.” He complied as you pulled his unbuttoned shirt down his shoulders, grabbing and prodding at his arms along the way.

“Oh you’ll see, sweetheart.” You whispered quietly to him, taking his jaw into your hand. You tilted his head back, your glossed lips pressing into his rougher ones. Roach hummed into the kiss feeling your other hand tugging at his tank top. He removed his arms from the holes, breaking the kiss so you could pull it completely off of him.

“Angels above…” You muttered to yourself, taking in just how beautiful his body was. You moved your head down, leaving faint kisses from his jaw to his chest. “You are just…somethin’ else.” The compliments came so easily when it came down to it, you were absolutely letting yourself fall in love with this smooth-talking stranger. Your hands brushed over his ribs, sides, his softer torso…committing every bit of it to memory.

Roach was becoming putty in your hands, he’d expected you to get straight to business. He didn’t know what to say to all this seemingly genuine affection he was receiving. “You’re jus’ sayin’ that ta butter me up.” He chuckled, pushing a stray hair from your eyes. He was bricked into oblivion with the gentleness, and the situation all together.

You brought your head back up to eye level with him, cupping his cheeks and staring for but a moment. “I’m not ‘jus’ sayin’’ it, I mean it. Ya may as well be the mos’ gorgeous man I ever did lay eyes on.” You raked your hands through his sandy brown mullet, going in to steal another one of his gentle kisses. “Do you still want this?”

“More than ever, darlin’. How could I deny ya anythin’ with how sweet yer bein’ to me.” He showed off that toothy grin again, making your heart flutter.

You reached down, undoing the silver buckle at his hips. Surprised at this point he hadn’t asked you to remove your own clothing, he seemed to be entirely distracted by your face. The expression on his face was damn near lovesick, suppose he was letting himself get invested just like you were.

After successfully getting his jeans unbuttoned and unzipped, you tugged them down a bit bringing his undergarments with. Your face reddened upon catching a glimpse of his hardened cock, not having expected it look that…fulfilling.

“Damn, pretty boy. Like I said before, everythin’ about ya is eyecatchin’ as can be.” You untied your apron, grabbing it and the hem of your dress to pull it all off. Thankfully it was a day you’d chosen not to wear one of those horrifically uncomfortable things called a bra. You watched with a small giggle as Roach’s eyes dropped to your now exposed chest.

“Ain’t tha’ somethin’….shiyt.” That was probably the most emphasis you’d ever heard anyone use on the word shit, he was awestruck- thats for sure. You lifted up one leg at a time, figuring out the least awkward way to remove your own undergarments. “You are right beautiful yerself, darlin’. I ain’t seen nothin’ like ya before, and I’m hopin’ ta see ya again…” He admitted, reaching out to touch on your hips and thighs.

“See me again? Of course, sweetheart.” You settled between his legs, your own draped over his thighs. “Give me….jus’ a second.” The angle would be somewhat awkward if you didn’t do this part yourself, may as well give the man a show out of this. As much as he’s already getting.

He watched your lowers with wide eyes as your own hand trailed to it. “Oh, mama.” He whined, his cock twitching with anticipation.

You ran a few quick strokes over your clit, reaching back further to push two of your own fingers into your entrance. Your face contorted with desperation as you stretched yourself open, fingers slipping in and out.

Roach huffed a breath, reaching for his strained hardness and grabbing at the tip. “Ya just know exactly what yer doin’, don’cha?” He chuckled, that noise turning into a soft moan as he dragged his hand down his length.

You continued for a moment longer, removing your hand and looking up. Roach met your gaze, he’d stroked himself at the same pace you’d been working. “You…ready?” You asked breathlessly, receiving a quick and violent nod in response. “Alright…”

One hand met his shoulder for stability, the other was grabbed by him. “Not gonna let this go ta waste, right?” He brought your fingers towards his face, the same ones you’d just used on yourself. Your face darkened by shades as he took those two fingers into his mouth, pressing his tongue against the underside of them. You could feel the furnace inside yourself well up again, the hand on his shoulder moving to line him up with your entrance.

The moan Roach let out was guttural, the depth vibrating the fingers he still had in his mouth. You removed them, planting the hand over his chest. You sank down onto him slowly, really just making sure the preparation was good enough. Low and behold, that- along with the ocean down there was plenty enough. “You have been far too good to me tonight, darlin’.” He whined, resting his grip comfortably on your hips.

“It’s the sweet talk, and those devilish- good looks.” You stumbled over your words, his cock finally bottoming out inside you. “Oh, Roach. Fuck-“ You moaned out, raising yourself up again and sliding back down.

“Shit, baby- you feel s’good.” His large hands clung to your hips, not quite bruising but not gentle either. “D’ya need help?” He asked, feeling your legs shake against him.

“Maybe, christ.” You tried to continue the pace yourself, the sensation of Roach joining in the efforts reaching your core. “Oh god.” You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a messy kiss.

Your bodies moved in succession, all you could hear was his loud moans, your own, and the cars suspension squeaking away. “Y- Yer fuckin’ me so good, doll- ain’t never felt nothin’ like this.” He held you comfortingly close as the pace got sloppier and sloppier.

You buried your hand into his hair, tugging at it ever-so-slightly. “Roach…sweetheart- m’gonna…oh fuck.” A curse cut off your words, you ground down on him as well as you could. “M’gonna cum…” You muttered into the crook of his neck.

“M’too doll, feels so fuckin’ good.” His head leaned back into the window, heavy breaths and whimpers escaping his throat. “Jus’ a little longer-“ He near pleaded, still thrusting his hips in tandem with yours.

Your moans got more frantic as he reached deeper and deeper within you, that feeling in your stomach coiling up.

“Faster! Faster-“ You breathed out, feeling him speed up beneath you. “Fuck!” He could feel the building coil himself.

“S’it okay if I- cum-“ He was having trouble with his words, you knew what he was talking about.

“Yes, yes- cum inside me, sweetheart.” You were on the pill, you wanted that intimacy with him. As soon as you’d said it, his pace picked up furiously. “OH baby-“

You both moaned out loudly as he thrusted one last time, your orgasm hit you like a bag of rocks. You could feel the warmth of his own orgasm seeping inside of you. There was a moment of silence as you both rode out your endings, heavy breaths being the only noise.

You rested your forehead against his, making eye contact as your bodies shuddered in ecstasy.

“Think’m in love with ya, doll.” He muttered, squeezing your hips. His face was flushed, and he looked as beautiful as always.

“Me too, sweetheart. Y’got a landline number? An address?” You asked, leaning your body fully against his.

”I got an address, got somethin’ to write it down?”

“Oh I’ll remember.”

“Good memory, huh. I like that in’a person.”

[chococolte]

Hey, Sophie!!! Are there any tips you have for writing or starting a new blog? You really inspired me to start a writing blog <33

i'm so happy i inspired you!!!! 💗 below the read more are just what came to mind, but if u have any other questions pls let me know!

blog wise 🧾 —

one: stylization. choose a theme and/or color palette (2-3 colors) and stick to it. stylize your [writing] posts to look nice and pleasing to the eye. aesthetic is important. you want people to want to click on your writing. if your post is just the title, warnings, and then the writing, with no header or divider (esp with no read more), you're likely to get less interaction. if you're the kind to get quickly bored of a theme, then stylize your posts in a way which will look good with any palette.

two: fandom. be aware of what fandom you're writing in. if you're writing for a smaller fandom, then the audience your going to reach is smaller, and vice versa. if you want to get popular/for your writing to reach a bigger audience, i recommend writing for a popular fandom. you can reach out to smaller stuff once you have a sizable amount of people that will read whatever you put out. of course, it's all up to you— write whatever you like, and for whatever you like! don't be disheartened by lack of interaction. what's most important is that you're happy with your work.

three: navigation. making your blog easy to navigate is important. tag the writing with a writing tag, tag your misc text posts, tag readers gender, tag reblogs, tag discourse (though i recommend keeping discourse entirely separate from your writing blog, as fanfic is mostly used as an escape), everything— this is important for your blogs navigability. i only tagged my text posts in the beginning and now i have to go back and add tags to my older posts so people can have an easier time going through my writing. it sucks. so much so that i've been putting it off and only have like, 10 writing posts tagged properly rn. save yourself the trouble and do it from the start!

writing wise ✒️ —

one: readability. you do not want your work to be hard to read or to understand. it's important to be concise, and to simplify sentences when they become too jumbled. note: i am not saying to dumb down your writing, but accessibility is necessary if you want your work to reach a bigger audience. just keep this in mind when rereading your work. i elaborate further on what i mean by 'readability' below.

two: word-usage. it's important to note that there's a fine line between showcasing your vocabulary, and using words you don't fully understand to impress an audience that truly does not care for it. call it black, not stygian. say it was dark out, not "the tenebrous clouds loomed over the crepuscular sky".

i'm not saying to completely remove words that may challenge your readers vocabulary. no, most people actually like learning new words. but it's important to know the distinction between learning a new word, and being overwhelmed by them to the point you can't fully understand what's being described.

there is a time and place. there will be a time where calling the color black stygian or pale green glaucous feels right. that is not going to be when you just learned of the words existence. these moments should feel and be natural, not forced.

three: word-choice. you can tell a lot of things just be using a specific word. if a character is meant to be seen as strong and mighty, you can paint how weak the reader makes them (this is under the assumption u want to write fanfic but this applies everywhere dsbxjdbd) by calling their blushing 'delicate' or 'fragile' in direct juxtaposition to their persona. readers r gonna understand the subtext.

four: familiar phrasing. familiar phrasing are phrases, or certain words strung together, that are familiar to the reader— to a detriment. phrases such as "a shiver ran down his spine", or describing a storm as "raging", are all familiar phrasing. They aren't unique descriptions, and while every sentence doesn't need to be perfect, this is still something you can work on on your own pace.

what's most important is what you're invoking for the reader. you could describe a sun's reflection on the sea as just that, the sun's reflection— or you could describe it as a second sun dipping beneath the horizon, gold and glittery, honey dipped in water... whether those descriptions resonant with the reader is unknown, but at least they evoke something that is unfamiliar. they paint a picture that is distinct from simply a sun's reflection. keep it in mind! ^^ i think that's all i have to say for now... sorry if my wording was a little wonky in places, it's 1 am for me rn... but i still hope this helps nonnie, and feel free to msg me again if u want me to elaborate further on any of these or if u want my advice/tips on something more specific..!!! <3

[rattytaffy]

A dable about Gregory and Mrs.Afton

I wrote this a while ago long before I was even aware of the pizzaplex books, and before the Ruin DLC came out. So on that note only things that have happened in the games are considered cannon to this story.

This entire fic idea was basically me asking "hay what about Mrs. Afton isn't it kinda strange that she only appears once?" and "hay wives of serial killers often know whats going on and are ether forced to keep quiet or are involved" and "you know we have no confirmation anywhere that she is dead?"

Also note this is all have written on this so far. I might write more later but iv got no clue?

I don't think any content warning tags apply except for non graphic depictions of child abuse? however if anyone thinks i should add a tag please let me know and I will =^.^=

Gregory ran out of the Pizzaplex. It was barely 6 am. He had barely manged to get to the doors with his life. As much as he wanted to solve what was going on he was tiered hungry and didn't want to run for his life any more. He had expected to get away at this point. Only that horrible bunny lady could leave. If he could just hide from her...

Tears clouded his vision to the point he almost ran right into a little black car that was pulling into the parking lot. Falling to his ass Gregory watched as a woman stopped the car and steeped out. She looked like any normal office lady, but it was her face that scared Gregory. She had that look. the look that said someone was not just dangerous but willing to do horrible things and had done so. The woman smiled at Gregory and bent down to the child's level "So your the little boy who ran around my Pizzaplex all night" she said like she was talking to a much younger child. Her features where cold, perfectly normal yes, but the mechanical way with which she moved was frighting. Gregory tried to bolt back but his arm was grabbed the woman's grasp cold, perfectly even, like one of the robots had grabbed him. "Who are you!" Gregory demanded doing his best to keep the fear out of his voice. "You can call me Mrs. Afton. I am the CEO. and I think if you cooperate we can come to an agreement. As it stands you have scene far to much for me to just let you leave" Her tone was still so artificially chipper. A chill ran down Gregory's spine "And if i scream?" "Oh honey no one will hear you. the place is closed for the week perhaps longer no ones coming into work today and we are far from any other lots thanks to the shear size of the parking lot. Now are you going to walk or am I going to drag you?" the grip on his arm tightened "What do you want with me" Gregory said trying to keep his voice brave as he got up. he would walk for now. She didn't seam immediately murderous. Maybe he could out wit her "Oh we will talk about that inside you must be hungry" she said and Gregory's stomach rumbled. When was the last time he had a good meal?

Freddy was still at the doors when Gregory was dragged in. If the color could have drained from his face it would have. He knew exactly who this was. this was the person who put Vanessa as head of security, the person who fired all human staff but Vanessa, the person who had all the strings. "Mrs.Afton" Mrs. Afton smiled at Freddy and he just strait up flinched. Gregory's blood ran cold. "good morning Freddy" she threw Gregory toward him "take him to the daycare. I already gave moon his task list." she turned to Gregory "your going to stay put. If you do not make things hard for me ill even reward you. Try to run and well Moons security programing will take effect" Gregory nodded he thought he was scared before, now he was terrified. He knew very well the difference between being hunted, and being caged. Being caged was always far far worse. "Mrs. Afton pl-" Freddy started but shut up at Mrs.Afton's glare. Taking Gregory's hand he began to walk away "I am so sorry Gregory" he said softly

Sun paced back and forth arguing in his head with moon. "You nearly killed the kid" said sun "i did not want to" Moon objected "Now we are to guard them and not let them leave oh this is bad Moon bad!" sun started to panic pulling at his rays "Calm down. if the boy behaves i will not be made to hurt him" Moon said trying desperately to comfort Sun "You might not but she will!!!! Oh that pore child he's ether going to be used for that horrible new machine of hers or shes going to turn him bad to!" Sun was in full panic about to start ranting out loud when the daycare power went off. He didn't fight the transformation this time already hearing Freddy opening the large wooden door to the daycare

[kakujis]

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scat, vore, age play, non-con, incest, pregnancy, feet, watersports, self-harm, suicide, terrorism, eating disorders, explicit gore, nsfw aging up, domestic fluff w children (LMAO)

i primarily write for TokRev, Jujutsu Kaisen, + Blue Lock. chara list:

tokrev: baji, kakucho, chifuyu, yuzuha, kazutora, shinichiro, ran, rindou, hanma, wakasa, draken, mitsuya, kokonoi, inui. bllk: oliver, kunigami, karasu, isagi, chigiri, barou, otoya jjk: geto, nanami, gojo bleach: ukitake jushiro, hisagi shuhei, shunsui kyoraku, izuru kira, soifon, unohana d gray man: tyki mikk, lavi, but mostly tyki hehe obey me: lucifer, mammon dol: whitney, sydney league of legends (canon and au): yone, diana, kayn, shen,

[the-grass-with-dreams]

I'm sorry, but if you're willing to share with the audience, what the heck did you mean by "attempted bald eagle murder is on my resume" (from your tags on the Cow Behaviors poll)?

AHAHAHAHA I'm so glad this is my first ever ask I'm dying rn

So there are two stories here, one is the actual bald eagle, the other is an osprey, both still very large birds of prey. I'll start with the eagle:

I'm from WI and in northern WI eagles are like pigeons, everywhere. I was driving on some backroad up north and there was an eagle chilling on the side of the road munching on roadkill. Well I'm cruising and say to myself "what a nice eagle I sure hope he has spacial awareness and flies away as I approach his part of the road"

He did not.

He realized at the last second I was approaching, and tried to take off but didn't do a great job and I PLOWED INTO THIS DUDE WITH MY CAR. Bro bounced off my hood, left a lil dent, then onto my windshield and rolled off into the road. I pulled over and was like AHHH AHHH I HIT THIS POOR BIRD, and was abt to run over and check on him but BRO didn't seem happy so I got back in my car and waited until he flew back into a tree and was off the road.

The OSPREY. I fought an osprey. After trying to kidnap her children. Now, I know this sounds bad, but I worked at a boy scout camp. In my camp there was an osprey nest across from our ecology center where I worked. This mother osprey, had three lil osprey babies. About a week into their lives one of the babies fell out of the nest. That night from the staff tents everyone heard the baby osprey screeching and calling and the next morning I went by the nest and there were bloody remains. Poor dude got mauled. Probs by a bear.

Now when the SECOND baby fell out you can imagine I was very displeased. I didn't want it to die!! They are just little guys!! So I did what any sane person would do and would throw fish and some raw meat at the baby to make sure he was fed! (P sure lil homie was eating off his siblings corpse too) Mama osprey did a much better job of keeping #2 alive, he lived for abt four days on the ground. I called a few wildlife centers and they said there was nothing they could do bc it was Scout property.

So on the fourth day I was like: "I will kidnap this child." And hatched a plan. Scout camp was run by a bunch of 15-23 year Olds so ofc everyone was in on it. I rode my bike to the nest. I stare down #2 and say. "HEY bucko, you're coming with me" and start walking towards him. I got within like, three feet?? And the mom fuckin DIVE BOMBS me. Straight from the nest. I had my bike helmet on and thicc gloves and stuff to protect me from the baby, but forgot abt the mom. So she smacks my helmet and starts flying all around me. I'm realizing how bad an idea this is suddenly and am trying to get back to my bike. She gets my helmet a few more times, and one of the times she grabs on, so I reached up and fuckin punched her to get her off me. She let go and I ran away. But I consider that a solid fight I got a good punch in on an osprey.

#2 got eaten by bears two nights later :((

#3 I got to watch take his first flight and fly away :)

So that leads me to the resume. When I applied for my (county) park ranger job, the guy interviewing seemed very funny and I said "you know, I'm somewhat of a wildlife warrior." Hes like "oh? Please do tell me how" and I tell him I fought an osprey and made it out without a scratch. Dude found that hilarious and said I should put wildlife warrior on my resume.

Depending who I'm working with I like to say I'm a felon too bc I almost killed a bald eagle. That usually gets lots of laughs.

[switchy-niki]

Master post (please read ty)

Last updated - April 20th, 2023

Disclaimers

Hello !!! This is a SFW role play blog that will include tickling (not all the time) if that’s not your thing then please feel free to ignore/block.

I am not Niki (Nihachu) and I am not trying to impersonate her! As stated before this is a SFW role play blog

I am a minor. This is an SFW account ran by a minor.

I live in the PST time zone so be aware of that! 

I will also do roleplays that don’t include tickling! Be aware I have my own interpretation of niki and I am not caught up on lore! I also struggle with angst so I apologize if it’s not up to your expectations. When roleplaying I usually don’t roleplay off of lore so please tell me before hand if you want to roleplay off of lore /nf

I struggle with tone and interpreting what people are feeling/trying to tell me, so using tone tags is appreciated. I also use them so I know people know what I mean and how I mean it.

Boundaries

I will not do any sort of shipping.

I will not do tickle tools, if your character has wings or a tail then I will allow it. But that’s it. 

It would be much appreciated if you dm’d me about what you want to rp before sending an ask. But you don’t have to. I just like knowing what you expect out of me. (Idk if I phrased that right)

No feet tickling. Absolutely none. I will drop the roleplay if it seems like it’s heading towards that.

Pinning is okay. No bondage, the most I will do is wrists being tied together. That’s it.

I will do OC rps! Just know the interactions might not be what you expect since they aren’t characters that have interacted before! I will try my best, once again if you want the best results dm me! /nf 

Please use underarms instead of armpits, the word makes me uncomfortable. 

Sometimes tumblr says I’m active but I’m actually not, so be aware of that! I will not always answer right away so do not spam me plz and thank u

Lastly, feel free to send me an ask, dm me, anything! /nf

Under the cut is headcanons and extra notes. It’s a bit long and you do not have to read to roleplay with me! 

——Under Construction——

General Headcanons

Niki uses she/her pronouns but does not mind they/them!

She is a very light hearted person, none for her bubbly and sweet personality. But she is known to be a little feral around people she is comfortable with. She’s very clingy but only shows it subtly around people. Example being following someone around, standing close to someone, occasionally holding hands if the person is comfortable with it, hugging people, side hugs. She never lets go first when she’s hugging people. She would be usually be way more clingy but she’s kind of shy to show it. 

She is a very sleepy gal she is almost always tired and always taking naps wether they are 10 minutes to hours long and although it might be because she loves to stay up at night and watch the sunrise in the morning she usually gets good sleep she is just a napper

Appearance

Niki has scars, not a lot, but they are there (and they are a little ticklish but shhhh)

Short choppy pink hair, with two braids on the sides. It’s surprisingly really fluffy.

She is usually wearing light makeup because she likes how it makes her feel pretty. 

Niki has light eye bags, barely noticeable. 

Niki loves cardigans and sweaters, she was one in particular that she loves to wear for all seasons (it’s one that she stole from Wilbur) it’s a nice faded blue with a sun with a smiley face on it. She swears she didn’t steal it. Most of her clothing is faded colors, or whites and beiges. She has one pair of platform shoes, but the rest of her shoes are usually colorful high top converse or boots. She has knitted Shruggies and skirts, usually worn in the winter. 

If it’s more of a formal type of thing, she’ll wear a flowy dress made of soft material. She likes the way it swishes when she spins :] 

she also loves fuzzy gloves with weird colors washed together like those gloves coralline wanted in the movie