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[mochinomnoms]

Shrimpy Chronicles

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Perhaps Floyd had been prophetic when he first called you 'Little Shrimpy'. Now you spend your days, living under the sea with your husbands (yes, plural) as a fully fledged shrimpmer. What sort of troubles and bliss will you get up to now?

A series of works in which You/Yuu become a merperson to live under the sea with your new family.

(Gender-neutral with no chronological order unless stated in the works themselves)

Tentatively accepting requests for this collection

Rules

Anyone can use this collection as inspiration for their own works! Tag as #shrimpy chronicles and tag me in so I can read all your stories!

All request will vary from ask to asks, but wll at least be headcanons at the minimum. If a longer request is made, it may take longer to be completed.

You can also indicate if you want fluff, hurt/comfort, suggestive, nsfw etc.

Collections is mainly dedicated to Tweels x Reader, but is open and welcomes asks for Octopolycule, including but limited to works featuring Jade/Floyd x Azul/Reader or Azul x Reader. Can include other Canon x Canon/Reader ships if it makes sense within the main collection.

Reader will default to gender-neutral pronouns in all works.

🦐shrimpy chronicles masterlist🦐

art:

babies (colored)

babies

explanations (varies):

hybrid children

shrimp yuu species

how many kids?

fics (3k+):

First Mating Season (NSFW!Jade Leech x Shrimpmer!Reader X Floyd Leech)

one-shots (1-3k):

Shrimpy Chronicles: The Drop-Off (Background Octopolycule x Reader (Main: Dad!Jade and OC!Daughter))

Ama and the Sun (Octopolycue x Shrimpmer!Reader (Main: Azul x Reader))

The Delights of being "Zuzu" (Platonic!Azul, background Tweels x Reader)

headcanons (<1k):

Jamil and Riddle's worst nightmare

bad dating advice

wailing parents and clingy siblings

pining azul (unknowing polycule member)

clingy shrimp fries

size differences

shrimp fries like to hide

fries' diet

grandparents

big family

grim and the fries

azul's hatchling

adding to the polycule

beryl needs triplet siblings

lifespan milestones

[herejusttosufferalong]

Okay, I just want to get it off my chest and share my thoughts about what happening with them and their dynamics.

I do recognize we have too little information, and we'll never know, but still I just want to.

After reading all the rumours about them and his break up from various points of view, I feel like they are both right now in very gray and problematic area of their relationships. Upcomming months or even a year will show me if I am right. Blogs who make people think that's not mutual attraction and pinning from both sides are living in delulu land, as well as blog stating Nick rejected him imo.

The way I see it. They both wanted it for a long time, and they've just admitted it that it's not just friendship. Press tour was a trigger, Something sparkled and got out, that was sitting there for a very long time. I mean even Nick comment about 'level of chemistry'. I think their case is subconsciously desiring each other or observing each other from afar, while slightly being interested and acting as friends the whole time because of the other relationship and duties. They've never acted on it during filming though first 2 season, but i 3rd season experience changed the way they see each other. Filming somehow allowed them to fulfill their interest in that area. It's funny, cause I do think it worked as first Polin kiss for them lol. Something shifted during the filming, I fell like for Luke especially. Then, did they hook-up? Who knows, but it seems with the break-up Luke was confused enough. Whatever happened, could it be they've never acted on it or Nic told him its not the right time, or they together decided it was unnessary, or maybe they've never acknowledged that. Anyways, they both took a break. Luke, erm, doing whatever he's doing to heal, while Nic working and maybe dating Eamon. And, well, they kinda forgot and did the relief sigh, thinking they won't need to deal with all of that, cause Luke finally got himself soothed down with A with the unfair power dynamic, where he's not likely to hurt, and Nic just was doing quiet alright, feeling happy.

Well, well, well, the thing is those kinds of feelings, they'll never disapper, u know. Doesn't matter how much you try to close the eyes, it's just there, until you wll act on it.

Press tour started. Nick was or was not in relationship. Someone told tht maybe she broke up with smn in March, while Luke was feeling it for A certainly, untill they started to spend time together again.

And so it went, and it got messier, my lord! This time I guess Luke was aware, juding longing looks that he gave her during all the interviews in Dec, Jan and Feb(but still like it will fade away, I have a girl now), but Nic was kinda still in the era 'aw, we are just friends, lets hype up the season, it would be fun'.

I think that Instyle stunt was like him, really thinking it's serious with Antonia, I bet.

And then Nic and Luke started spending time together again, and they got really flirty, and things stated to heat up. That time the brick of realization hit Nicola. As many said before, her final point was Brazil, Italy was very weird for me, cause it seemed they were slightly worked up and at the same time enjoying each other company, holding hands and e.t.c. But Luke sometimes was kinda pissed with her, while Nic shading all the 'friends to lovers interviews'. I feel like in the beginning of the tour she was friendlier and less subtle with him, but in Italy they were kinda hot and cold. Nic was not THAT touchy INTIMATE feely until Braxil, while Luke only gave her checking-out looks. They were having fun as friends, flirting and so on, time passed, and whatever they did to easy the tension, Brazil was very diffirent! After that they kinda both admitted that it's there and gave into it, doing more and more unhindged things every time. That's the point, when they are stylists started communicating, and I don't think it was a concidence. Luke was feeling it since the filming, I guess. Kinda trope 'he fell first, she felt harded'. Nicola got herself hooked by whatever they were planing to do to sell of their chemistry lol 😆

Luke was still up for it, although in relationships with A. Maybe, he thought it would pass, but nope(sorry lol). And that what made me think that NOW he is even more lost than before. I think A requested to get acknowledgment, cause she watched them in their bubble and realised something is not right(AND IT IS NOT) and it got right in every of her insecurity. This Brazil hair cut was funny, Don't get me wrong, she is young. If I were 23, I would do the same, but you kinda just can't make someone to deny their feelings, no matter how hard you try, That's way paps happened, and that's way I think Luke got more overhelmed, feeling like she's right in her desire to be offical and at the same time thinking about their press tour with Nic.I don't know if Nic and him really spoke about it or maybe they did, and now it's just the way it is. The pap photos got out, and I think Nic is pissed on timing and her feelings make it not easy, and now his time to get it or loose it.

But I do enjoy their dynamic. For me, Luke seems tender and softboy, no matter what he's trying to do with his looks, while Nic is way stronger and dominant, but they do find comfort in each other. I guess he is indeed a lot like Colin, and Nic is kinda Penelope Whistledown post 3rd season era. I like watching couples like that, yay! Thanks for comming to my Ted talk!

I really appreciate you TED talk anon, thank you!!!

I have gotten a bunch of asks recently from people who are claiming to be new to this fandom ship. This right here is a great jumping off point for thoughts and theories regarding the current timeline.

I don't fully agree with everything but a lot of it is consistent with the general theory between L and N within the fandom.

[cicadapocalypse7]

file 13 intro

i wont say that f13 is my main project but it is the one curently iotting my brain the most as the kids say. so this piost wll be an introduction to it!

premise:

the story follows the a southern Ohio branch of the federal bureau of paranormal investigation, a secret government organization tasked with concealing the paranormal and dealing with any paranormal issues that may arise.

inspirations:

the magnus archives, the scp foundation, men in black (as a concept, not the tv show or whatever), welcome to night vale, 1984 by George Orwell, the lore podcast by Aron manke, various urban legends, folklore, and ghost stories ive heard over the years.

a not about the positions at the fbpi- usually relatively few people are employed, and many people do things that arent traditionally part of the job- theres no janitor- everyone keeps their workspace clean, etc. basically if something needs done, the most qualified person does it.

cast at a glance: (hopefully they'll all get their own post in the future.)

Simon knight- the typist for the branch. computers don't always mesh well with the paranormal, so f13 keeps physical record of everything, and Simon is the guy that gets the reports written up. he doesnt conduct interviews, but he does make transcripts of them. he writes things in shorthand on site and then types them up with a type writer. the manuscript is eventually bound into a book and archived. Simon inst a particularly ranking official, but hes effectively second in command because hes the hardest working/ williams favorite.

Noah Zhu- Noah is the only specific field agent- as in that's his job title, he takes along which ever coworker wants to go (or whoever loses a coin toss or draws the shortest straw or whatever). he actually likes his job, and takes all the photos for the archives, reports etc.

Avery bell- i stated before that technology is fickle for the paranormal investigators. fortunately Avery is an expert in dealing with haunted electronics. she is the tech department for the fbpi, and spends a good deal of her time playing solitaire on her computer instead of working.

daisy- daisy is an intern, and divides her time between the various employees helping out and learning the ropes.

Parker- Parker is the archivist, and keeps the library in order and maintained. its his job to pull resources as needed to compare past cases to current issues etc.

William Frazier- director. William is in charge of the office, and everyone answers to him. its worth noting most people go to Simon first and then the William. William is the oldest buy a good bit and generally a father figure (specifically to Simon) whether he knows it or not.

Charlotte and Celia chance- i’m grouping these to fine ladies together because they have the same job and do everything together (they're married). Charlotte and Celia work in billing and finances, where they've worked as long as anyone can remember. they're blunt and at times a bit intimidating, but they are well loved and respected because they've worked there for so long.

this is a very brief intro and i could go on and will- just not here. if anything is confusing feel free to ask! some of the characters don't have last names yet, but i’m aware of it and working on it.

#creative writing#writer#intro post

[peachysunrize]

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https://www.tumblr.com/peachysunrize/760536558265827328?source=share

that is a–o–kay, 100% valid obviously, we wll have our turn offs and ons, and i feel so safe in your blog to voice out my tho(ugh)ts without receiving any criticism or being mocked and made fun of x

anyway... to make up for my last tho(ugh)t, i've come up w/ sumn which is stepping into 'new' territory for me and that's... fluff! but with like a modern!transmigrated (fem) reader and she's easily distracted, has the worst attention span and just struck in awe over the world of the Westerosi realm and isn't really, all that 'stable'? like bouncing off the walls in excitement, fascinated by all the characters now in the flesh especially Aemond, and reader doesn't mean to annoy him but she's not the brightest on picking up social cues...

so now we're here: Aemond 'politely' (he's gritting his jaw + grinding his teeth) asking reader what it will take for her to 'shut up' and sit/stand still and she replies "colouring." now back then i doubt they had colouring books (🧸 emoji anon fact! she is a sucker for a colouring book/paper, only way for me to be quiet #mindfulness) so she suggests for him to order one of the family painters to 'doodle' outlines of any drawings which come to mind but to not fill it in and like during a council meeting she's been invited by Aemond (like how Aegon invited his son Jahaerys and also added Aemond to his council) to attend a session because she's been relentlessly begging...

so she shows up, planting herself in an empty seat before whipping out the paper full of outlined drawings and some coloured pencils (bear with me please... i don't know if they had those back then but i cannot bring myself to care enough to search it up so shhh, just pretend...) and starts colouring away, shading and overlining, never colouring out of the lines, adding some ombre blah blah blah... and everyone is just staring at reader silently colouring away especially Aemond who is sitting right next to her and he thinks to himself "maybe i might take that up..." same with Alicent (s1 gal, had so much stress back then she wishes she had found out about this sooner) the Lords just sharing approving looks of reader's hobbies and Aegon just mindlessly sitting there thinking how boring she is because he'd probably only find anything fun when drunk <3

this is a long one... anyway i want– scratch that need more fluff :) of Aemond, there isn't enough!

You have no idea how much it means to me that I was able to create a safe space for you🥺🫂 you will NEVER be mocked and criticized by things you like! We might have different opinions but I’ll never do something like that. I love you🩷🥹

OH MY GOSH coloring books are a guilty pleasure of mine or anything like doodling especially when I’m thinking or talking on the phone (my younger sister has many coloring books so sometimes I join her lol)

BUT BUT BUTTTTT I CAN TOTALLY SEE AEMOND DOING SOMETHING LIKE THAT!!!!! He’s like urghhu just shut up and then he’s like wow you’ve got some talent on ya huh siisjaoajw and maybe he even sits down and spends more time with her🥹🥹🥹

[sastheforestspirit]

[ransprang]

Heyo! Can I get a romantic HxH & Demon Slayer matchup pls? Both SFW & NSFW. I'm a female with a male gender preference. I got long, red hair and like wearing clothes that have a moon/night aesthetic. Lots of black with sparkly stuff! It makes me feel comfortable. I'm more the quiet introvert, but when it comes to my interests, I could talk about them for hours. I'm obsessed with plants/flowers and I read a LOT. My bedroom is basically a library. My partner would have to cope with me gushing about plants for hours haha. I'm also a sucker for bad puns. I admire people who are passionate about something and would like to have a partner I could talk with about books, maybe share favs. I also own a pet mantis. I like bugs a lot as well. I work for a translation agency, translating everything from letters to websites. I can speak/write three languages fluently, currently learning a fourth one. I get very easily flustered...like I blush at the smallest compliments and I am really shy at first when I meet new people. Confidence is something I admire, especially since it's something I could use more of. I'm more the nerdy bookworm than a social butterfly. I hope this amount of info is enough. Thank you! <3

thank you for your request! admin sar thinks you're hella cool btw :D

this one got very long so your hxh & demon slayer match ups are under the cut!

your hxh match up is.........

Leorio!!

SFW

He'd think your moon/night aesthetic is dope because hes into goth girls (source: kurapika)

He gets distracted by the sparkles on your clothes

He's a major SIMP so he'll sit in one place and listen to you for hours

He is a doctor so he'd be into that fact that you know a lot about plants. If you're interested in herbology the two of you would be like a power couple

Leorio is fucking dumb, he will love to make you laugh with dumb puns

Leorio is also a gentle soul, he would befriend your mantis and talk to it like a human

N/SFW

You could easily get Leorio to cosplay as a mantis given his long, lanky, languorous body :)

He would love eating you out. get that beard wet honey

You both would dress up erotically. You be the pretty flower and he would be the bee with his dick as the stinger

Since you can speak different languages, you can dirty talk him and he would be super turned on by your intelligence

He has a praise kink. He will shower you will praises during the dirty dirty just to see your face heat up.

You like confidence? He is horny and will confidently fuck you everywhere and anywhere, until you slap him off of course.

your demon slayer match up is.........

Kagaya Ubuyashiki!!

SFW

Kagaya would absolutely love your long red hair, because it is something he can actually feel since i dont believe this man can actually see anything. You can describe your moon/night aesthetic to him in words of poetry, which will make him think its deeper than it is. Nonetheless he loves it.

He doesnt seem like he speaks too much since he is the quiet wise man, also he has seen some real wild shit, evidently from his scars. Kagaya would love to listen to you talk about light hearted stuff and everything that makes you happy!

Kagaya is very weak and frail and thats why probably spends most of his time resting which gives yall alot of time to just talk for hours, he would love to listen to you talk about plants and flowers for hours! Maybe even tell you new information and how some flowers keep demons away.

He seems like before trauma he wouldve had a sense of humour so maybe u can expect a bad attempt at it when hes around you, just so he can hear a chuckle or two from you and the hashiras.

Kagaya is definitely passionate about demons and making people safe again. He will admire your passions too and both of you wll have so many things to share and learn from each other.

He is a well read man, he has read many books about ancient arts and histroy. So, he can share stories with you and you can read out your favourite books to him too.

Hes blind so you can help him by capturing the bugs that land on him and setting them free, which he would appreciate alot. He might step on your pet mantis by mistake but we can forgive him.

Your translation work will be appreciated and loved by this man. He wants to talk to demon slayers of diff countries or just communicate to all the nice people from diff cultures. He would always keep you by his side like a personal assistant.

You blush alot? well thats nice because the moment Kagaya would compliment you, you will lowkey start looking like him. Promoting inclusivity. Adorable couple.

N/SFW

He oozes big dick energy, like have you seen how silent he stays. This man knows he aint got to say anything and lets the big D do the talking. why do you think all the hashiras respect him?

He would be into feather play, since his vision is compromised his senses are heightened and would love to feel the feather tingle his asshole.

He has foresight which makes it easy to undertsand when youre going to peak in the near future. This will allow him to tease you for longer. What a naughty man. (make sure you dont break him in 2 tho, mans weak)

So, his other ability is soothing voice. He will say dirty things to you in this tone. This man knows. how. to. serenade.

Since hes blind you can expect him to fumble around a bit finding the right holes, please guide him.

Your mantises,

admins sar, sav & san

[all1e23]

Tricks & Treats

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Orion’s Halloween is quickly turning rotten until someone helps to turn her day around with a few sweet treats. 

Warnings:  N/A Unless you count a disgusting amount of fluff to be a warning.

A/N:   A new Astrophile drabble! This is set in the very far future, Halloween 2042. Orion is 27 and it’s just the kiddos. No Beck or Bucky. This does have some bits (okay a lot of bits) of the the shared Price of Astrophile universe collab with Tara and if you haven’t read The Price of Gold you need to! Thank you to my beautiful @moonbeambucky​ for looking it over for me. If you have not read the series Astrophile, THERE WLL BE MAJOR SPOILERS.  

Catch up on the series here!

***My fics are not to be saved or posted on any other sites without my written permission. Reblogs are my jam, though! Thanks!*

Halloween 2042

Today has been a disaster. A complete and utter nightmare. It started with spilling hot tea all over her copy of Star Lore and down the front of her favorite skirt, which forced Ori to settle for the little black number Cassie bought her as a Halloween costume. It’s supposed to be a cat but it’s really a dress accompanied by cat ears. It’s not that it’s awful, it’s not her usual taste. It’s a simple spaghetti strap dress, sweetheart necklace that doesn’t dip too low and cut just above her knee. As far as Halloween costumes go it’s fairly modest but it’s a little tight compared to the rest of Ori’s closet. 

Little did she know that was just the beginning to her terrible day. This was the first day in months that Ori was running the store on her own. No mom to fall back on. Not that it hasn’t happened before. At fourteen Ori was working the floor by herself so none of this was new but, today has been a nightmare from the moment the doors opened. It was unusually busy for a holiday, especially Halloween. It wasn’t often that the store was packed with customers on a day like today and there were moments when Ori began to feel claustrophobic with the amount of people filling the tiny shop.  

Half of the morning was spent on decorating the window display for a new series that was set to be released at the beginning of November. The copies were scheduled to be delivered today, but they never showed and when Ori called to check on their status, the man she was unlucky enough to be put in contact with screamed at her, explaining that it was a holiday and not everyone spent their lives working. 

It was one of those days where she wished she was ten years old again and Bucky could swoop in and save the day. 

By some miracle, there was a lull, and she was able to slip behind the counter where her phone is kept when she’s working the floor alone. She swiped away the missed calls from Cassie and ignored the texts from Leo. There was only one person who knew how to calm the swirling mess in her head right now and she knows how pathetic she looks, twenty-seven, and tears swimming in her eyes. She didn’t care because just hearing his voice would help settle her. Theo’s voice rang her ear and as happy as she was to hear it, part of her wished it wasn’t his voicemail. 

“H-hey,” Ori’s voice cracked, she cleared her throat ridding it of the tears choking her. “I know you’re at work. I’m sorry I’m calling. Please tell me I didn’t get you in trouble. I’m so sorry if I did. I just… I needed to hear your voice. I’m having a really awful day. That party with Cassie is tonight. I don’t want to go even though Cassie says it will be fun. And this new series. This stupid dumb shipment. They said they would be here today and I spent all morning doing the window display between the mad rush of customers by the way, they never showed. When I called to check in they said they can’t get here because it’s a holiday and well, they yelled at me. Now, I have to find something to replace the window display and spend another hour fixing what I did this morning. The store is so incredibly busy. I haven’t even stopped for lunch. I’m hungry and tired and I hate this day. Great. Now, I’m whining. Did I mention that I miss you? Well, I do and-” 

“Ma'am?” A deep voice grabs Ori’s attention and she turns around to find a man in a UPS shirt standing behind the counter, she smiles as kindly as she can and pulls the phone away from her mouth to answer him, “I’m so sorry. Can I help you?”  

“We have your delivery.”

Ori can feel the color drain from her face. She shouldn’t have that many boxes and the publisher on the clipboard being handed to her isn’t right. 

“Wait… No. No, I didn’t order that. That’s not mine-”

“Orion Barnes?” 

“Well, yes that’s me but,” She sighs, holding back the whimper that’s threatening to escape her. “Can you hold on just one second?" 

Ori didn’t wait for his okay like she normally would have, she stepped towards her office and put the phone back up to her ear, “I guess my terrible, awful, no good day isn’t over. Talk to you soon? I hope.”

Orion had her eyes glued to a stack of invoices in front of her when the bell above the shop door rang. Thankfully, she was able to clear up the whole shipping mixup, but dealing with that set her even further behind inventory. It didn’t matter much. She knew who it was without having to raise her head. Ori didn’t have to look up to know her sister had arrived. Cassie skipped nearly everywhere, she has since she was old enough to walk and between the jingling of the bracelets on her wrist, the massive keyring on her purse, and the bells on her shoes (that had nothing to do with Halloween) it was easy to know when she arrived. The jingling came to a stop next to Ori, and a slight nudge to her hip that made Ori look up from the papers in her hand to find Cassie handing over a small brown paper bag from the bakery next door. Ori narrows her eyes at the gesture. Is she trying to butter her up about the party tonight? 

“What’s this?”

“Cinnamon bagel from next door,” Cassie said with a certain self-satisfied taunt to her voice. “A certain boy texted me and said you hadn’t eaten today and asked if I could bring you something when I come by to pick you up for tonight." 

Ori beams brightly as she peeks in the bag, avoiding her baby sister'’ suspicious and slightly giddy gaze.

“Question. Why is Theo texting me about your food needs and how does he know about tonight?” 

She doesn’t answer, but this isn’t unusual. Like Bucky, Ori’s softer, gentler when it comes to revealing things close to her heart. There are some secrets she’s not ready for the world (or herself) to know yet. Cassie on the other hand is loud, in all things, but especially with what’s written on her heart. She loves just as deeply as Ori does but she’s quick to shout it from the rooftops, without a hint of fear.

Ori wishes she could be like that sometimes. 

“Something is up. I can tell by the smile you’re trying to hide!”

"I’m smiling because I was hungry and it was very thoughtful of you both.”  

Ori finally gets a look at Cassie’s costume when Cassie sheds her coat and she can’t help the surprised laugh that slips out. She’s in a white cotton dress that looked like it was made from one of those adult onesies, covered in glitter from head to toe and the rainbow leggings she has on matches the tail sticking out of the bottom of her coat and the mane on her hood she has pushed down. 

“What are you wearing?!” 

“What? I’m a sparkly unicorn. I look adorable!” 

Ori grins. 

“Yes, you do. You look beautiful.” 

The bell chimes again and Ori greets her brother without looking, he’s never far behind Cassie after all. Leo looked pretty much like he always does, slacks and a button-up white collared shirt under his coat but he was wearing black square-frame glasses. He leans over the mahogany counter and presses a kiss on Ori’s cheek. Whatever Cassie was hoping to get out of Ori would never happen now that Leo was present. Ori laughed at the pout on Cassie’s face, picking at the bagel as she scans over the invoice in front of her. 

“Ready for tonight?” Leo asks as he steals a piece of her bagel.

Ori shrugs a little, glancing at the clock and sighed when she saw it was nearing six. They would be pushing her out the door soon. It’s not that she didn’t like going out, she did. Things have been off lately and she hasn’t felt much like socializing, which is why her siblings insisted they have a party. If it turns out to be as terrible as she predicts it’s going to be, she can always call Bucky to pick her up because no matter what Bucky still drops everything to come to her rescue whenever she needs it. 

“It’s going to be fun!” 

“I guess. I’m not really a party person.”

“I know but you make the cutest cat ever.” 

Leo’s brow furrows and the worry on his face has him looking so much like Bucky it almost makes Ori laugh. 

“You’ve been working a lot. Skipping family stuff. When was the last time you came to family dinner and didn’t rush out the door? Mom said you’re working more hours than she is-”

“I should! She deserves time with dad and it’s not like I have a life waiting on me right now.” 

It’s been a little over a year since she called off her wedding and ended things with Cole and while she’s happy that relationship has ended, she’s nowhere near where she thought she would be at her age. She had plans and lists, milestones she promised herself she would hit by a certain age and now she’s… floating. No purpose. No real path. Simply riding her mother’s coattails, managing a store she wouldn’t have without her mother and she has no idea where she’s going or what her future is going to look like. It’s terrifying. So maybe she’s been spending a little more time at work to keep her mind busy. Sometimes it doesn't quite calm the chaos in her head, but staying busy helps. 

“That’s not true. You have us and, yeah, mom deserves a break but so do you. We thought it would be good to get out of the house. If you hate it I’ll bring you home.” 

Ori smiles. Leo has always been their protector, ready to jump in and save his mom and sisters from anything that could cause them the slightest bit of discomfort. She couldn't be aggravated with him for wanting to help, he’s only following in Bucky’s footsteps. 

“Yeah, okay. Today has been a mess. Give me a few minutes to wrap things up, okay?” 

She’s barely had time for her eyes to focus on the words in front of her when Cassie chirps from her side, “The window display is a mess. What happened there?” 

“Cassie!”

“I’m just saying. Want me to help you fix it tomorrow?”

“I’ll be out in a minute,” Ori snatches the brown bag with her bagel resting on top and heads back towards the office in hopes she will be able to focus there, “and yes. I would like help. Thank you.”

“I’ll watch the desk!” Cassie shouts behind her, getting an appreciative smile from Ori. The quiet doesn’t last long. The shop bell is ringing and Cassie is yelling for her before she’s managed to make it through one invoice.  

“Ori! Get out here. There’s a delivery.” Cassie’s shouts are piercing her ears and she’s certain  the entire bakery next door can hear her clear as day. Ori steps back out onto the sales floor, frowning and having every intention of reminding Cassie not to scream in the store, but she can’t because she’s staring at the largest bundle of lavender she’s ever seen. 

“I-- this. What is this?” 

“They are for you!” Cassie squeals but quickly stops smiling and looks at the older gentleman who is wearing a warm smile when he confirms that they are indeed for her sister. 

“Yes, ma’am,” The man says with a chuckle, “If you’re Orion Barnes. These are for you.” 

He passes the delicate bundle wrapped in brown paper in her arm and passes over a pen for her signature. She quickly scribbles her name and pulls the small white card out of the twine, grinning foolishly at what’s written. 

“Who are they from?” Cassie begs, jumping up and down. “I already know but I need to see the card myself.” 

Ori presses the card to her chest to keep Cassie from sneaking a peek, she’s not willing to share a bit of the sweetness written there. Cassie quickly gives up on the card and snatches the receipt before Ori can grab it, finding exactly what she was looking for. 

“Theo Tucker! I knew it!” 

The thin paper is pulled from Cassie’s hand by Leo, who is staring at the receipt with a deep frown as if he can’t process what he is seeing. 

“Why is Theo sending you flowers? Where did he find a place that delivers lavender like that? More importantly… why is Theo sending you flowers?" 

Ori can’t answer her brother, she’s too busy grinning like a fool and hiding her blushing cheeks behind the soft purple sprigs in her arms. 

“What do you mean ‘Why is Theo sending her flowers?’ Because he loves her. Am I the only that’s been paying attention?” 

"He loves you. It's the same thing and you don’t get flowers.”

“It is a hundred percent not the same thing, Leo.”

There’s the faint sound of the twins arguing in the background, “How is it different?” “Leo you can’t be serious. You’ve seen the way he looks at her!” She should probably stop their bickering but she can’t. She can’t focus on anything, not while she’s daydreaming about California. 

Maybe it wasn’t the worst day, after all. 

“So, are you going to wear a sprig of lavender as your catnip? Seems like it added a little spring in your step.”  

“Cassie!” 

Cassie had squealed when Ori asked her to draw a cat nose and whiskers on her face. If she was going to dress as a cat she had to go all out. The ears, while cute, weren’t enough to satisfy the perfectionist in her. Before they left her apartment, she sent Theo a thank you text and a picture of her all dressed up. The simple response, you look beautiful, makes her stomach flip and leaves her head spinning. It drops a fraction when Leo asks why she’s smiling at her phone with such a goofy grin. 

No one is ready for that answer, so she tucked her phone in her purse for now. 

The minute they arrived, Leo stepped through the front door and pulled his shirt open to reveal a giant S stitched onto his blue undershirt and he proceeded to do several more times throughout the night. Despite her reservations about the party, it wasn’t so bad. Or maybe she was simply in a better mood. She spent a better part of the night hanging around Cassie and Ariel, who was dressed as Tinker Bell and her lovesick Peter Pan never strayed from her side for long. Ori didn’t know a lot of the people currently filling Leo and Ollie’s apartment, so it felt safer to stick by family. 

At some point a small group of people broke off from the larger party and started playing spin the bottle. It was strange to watch twenty year olds play a childhood game. There was bobbing for apples which didn’t seem all that sanitary if you asked Ori, which is why she declined rather emphatically when asked if she wanted to try. 

Halfway through the night their mom texted asking for pictures, so she took a few with Cassie and Ariel, some of her and Leo and of course all of them posing together. She even sent the few of Ariel and Ollie off to the Tuckers. Another text comes in but it’s not a response from her parents, a very handsome Indiana Jones pops up and she can’t help the huge smile that forms. He looks adorable with that hat and playful smirk and she tells him so. Ori peered over her phone to find Cassie and Ariel smiling, she cleared her throat and quickly hid her phone back in her purse. 

“Oh, look. There are some mummy cupcakes left. I better go grab one before they disappear,” Ori had muttered as she quickly tried to divert attention off of her. 

There was every Halloween themed treat you could think of. The chocolate covered strawberries dressed up as ghosts, bloody s’mores, and candy corn rice krispy treats were gone first. When Ori asked how they managed to do all this, Leo admitted with a sheepish grin that their mom had done most of the baking and Cassie and Ariel had decorated. She should have known Ariel had a hand in the planning, it was too well organized for Leo and Ollie to handle on their own. 

The party started to die down a little after one in the morning, Leo offered his bed but Cassie was already fast asleep and there was no way she was sharing with that human koala. After refusing to take Leo’s spot on the couch, Leo brought her back home with the promise to text him the minute he got back. There’s no way he would let her catch a cab back to her place all by herself. 

It’s nearly three by the time Ori trudges up the stairs to her apartment. She’s tired, but it’s a good kind of tired. Not that she will ever admit this to Cassie but tonight was fun. It wasn’t exactly where she wanted to be, and a very important someone was missing but it wasn’t as bad as she envisioned. She slips out of her heels and drops her purse on the table by the front door, she can clean up tomorrow when she’s not struggling to keep her eyes open. Right as she reaches kitchen island where her bouquet is sitting in her mother’s chipped mint green vase, her phone rings in her hand and she can’t help but grin at the name staring back at her. 

“Hey, you.”

Ori grins, dusting a finger over a stray sprig and she’s suddenly not feeling as tired.

“My day? You know, it wasn't so bad actually. It got better there at the end. Even better now.” 

[fenharel-babe]

For Evermore...

Solas x Lavellan.

Solavellan timeee. I was listening to “Evermore” from the new Beauty and The Beast movie and I LOVE IT and I see Solas in it,,,and the movie isn’t ‘new’ but ya know what I mean. Enjoy :)). 

“I was the one who had it all. I was the master of my fate.”

He had it all in his hands. He is the one who controls his fate, controls is actions, his choices, and his heart. But things change. Things always change in life. And Solas learned that once again, but not in the way he thought he would.

He honestly didn’t expect his opinions to change or his views to change, but they did. Everything changed when he met the Herald of Andraste, the chosen on, the savior to everyone, or as he saw her, Bloom Lavellan. 

“I never needed anybody in my life. I learned the truth...too late.”

And he felt things change. Not at once, but slowly. He began to like to be near her, he admired her for caring for everyone, because oh did she care for everyone. A man was a widow and he couldn’t go to his wife’s grave and put flowers, but Bloom offered to do it for him, and Solas didn’t expect her to do it, but she did. She dragged herself up all the way to the grave, all with a smile and happy conversations, and laid the flowers to rest. And when the scouts went missing, she put all her energy into finding them. She spent a few late nights up and he only knew because she told him. There were times when she went to the Rotunda and wanted to hear his stories. She always was out there but when she came to Solas one on one, she was a little anxious, and so was he. He didn’t understand why at first, but he slowly began to understand why. 

He began to fall in love with her. He realized it in many different ways, or he felt like he loved her and pushed it away until he couldn’t anymore. He told her the last story he could tell her one night, and he realized he loved her. Well, not then, but the day after. It’s because she became busy after that day and she still came to him. He was up late at night, painting, and she always came to visit him. She visited all her friends, but she stayed a lot longer with him. And sometimes...she fell asleep on the couch, and when she did he couldn’t help but look at her a lot longer than he should. He just couldn’t get over the way she looked. She was peaceful, her fire was blazing hot, yet she was cool and calm. He would stop painting and find a blanket he would use when he slept, and put it over her body, slowly trying not to wake her. And that’s when he began to believe he loved her. However, he pushed it away and kept going on.

And then when she was injured when closing a rift. She was hit by the demons before that, but closing the rift was the last straw. She passed out as it closed and Solas turned around and saw her hit the ground, and then his heart dropped to his stomach. He knew she wasn’t dead, she was too strong for that, but he still worried. He went to her immediately, all sounds stopping except the sound of his heart beat sky rocketing. When he finally got to her, he picked her up and took her to the nearest camp site, not caring that he was a little rough when he said, “We’re done for that day.” He rushed her back to the camp, almost forgetting about his companions, and he felt so lucky that there were no demons in sight, the rifts wll close because of her hard work. And her heat also comforted him. When she was hot, she was alive. She was always hot, always alive, and fighting for her life, and he hopes she keeps fighting now.

And she did. When they got back to the camp, he poured basicallt all his magic into healing her, and after a few hours of pacing back and forth outside her tent, reading a book (even if he wasn’t really), and eventually sitting in her tent with her, she opened her eyes and the tent got hotter. And he realized he loved her, but pushed it away. Again.

And then when he met her on the balcony and when his lips touched his again, and when she came to the Rotunda before she went to a place without him and gave him a kiss on the cheek, and when she asked him to spend one night in her room, not doing anything but enjoying each other’s presence, and when he joined her and told her stories and listened to her own. It all lead up to him holding her in his arms, she clutching on to his arms, feeling her hands on his bare skin, keeping her cold and happy, and seeing her face looking peaceful and knowing he put it there.

“I love her,” he told himself and he kept repeating it. It sounded weird until it didn’t and he enjoyed loving her. But when he finally remembered his mission, it came crashing down. He was going to destroy the world, which meant he’d destroy her. And his heart ached at the thought, so he held her tight whenever he could, and realized it’s too late. He’s met the love he truly loves...but it’s too late.

“I’ll never shake away the pain. I close my eyes but she’s still there.”

As he watches her turn to everyone to say they’ve won, his heart cracks with each step he takes away, but he turns away from her, he has to. However, he stops and takes one last look at her. He can’t help it. He has to look at her one. More. Time. And he does, but he still walks away with his feet feeling like he’s walking through mud. And when he found his hideout, he instantly made his agents watch her. He couldn’t be there physically, but he will make sure she is safe. And when he sees her in the fade, he wants to see her. He wants to go to her and hold her until it hurts, kiss her until they both are breathless, but he can’t. He won’t give in that easy.

Yet, when he’s not even in the fade, he thinks of her. Whenever he sets his eyes on anything blue, he remembers her bright blue eyes and how her favorite color was blue, and he can’t stop seeing her. But he doesn’t want to. He’d gladly think about her for the rest of his sad life.

“I rage against the trials of love. I curse the fading of the light.”

But he shouldn’t love her. He shouldn’t. He told himself he wouldn’t fall for her, or anyone, but here he was thinking of her whenever he was alone. Because of this, he buried himself in his work. Almost to the point where his own workers got worried for him, but he just told them not to worry. He was trying to get his mind off of something.

Well, someone.

“Though she’s already flown so far beyond my reach, she’s never out of sight.”

She has done so many things. So many things he can be proud of. She has saved many people, defeated Alexius, defeated the demon in the fade, even made it into the fade, saved Celene, made Skyhold her home, and she defeated Corypheus. How could he not be proud of her? She’s always busy and doing work, it’s what his agents tell him, and he may not be there with her, but she’s never out of his sight. He always has people watching on her, making sure she’s safe, and at night he joins her in the fade. When she noticed he was there that one time, she never forgot it. She always calls out to him in the night, but he can’t reply. He can’t give in, he won’t, but he wishes he can. However, just being able to see her makes a tiny spark of happiness light up in his heart.

“Now I know she’ll never leave me. Even as she runs away. She will still torment me, calm me, hurt me, move me...come what may.”

With everything he does, he thinks of what she would say. When she found out he was the Dread Wolf, she didn’t seem afraid of him. She still smiled at him and still told him that she loves him, and he loves her. He couldn’t deny it at this point. It had been two years of aching and longing, and he’s not an idiot. He knows that it’s love. And whenever he gets angry, he remembers when he found his spirit friend and the mages that hurt them. He was angry and was going to kill them, but Bloom grabbed his arm and when he looked at her, he saw a worried look. 

“Solas. Don’t.”

And as he mourned on his own and even now those words echo in his head. She calms him, yet hurts him when he remembers her, and she gives him hope, but he doesn’t like it. She is strong and stubborn, he learned this when he first met her, so he doesn’t expect her to give up. It strives him to hope and to be just like her, even if their desires are separate things.

“Wasting in my lonely tower...waiting by an open door. I’ll fool myself, she’ll walk right in.”

Every night there is something inside of him that wishes the door will open and she will be there. In her clothes she wore when she walked around Skyhold, her hair down and looking a little tangly, and wearing a smile on her face. He knows it will never happen, it never could. If she ever came here, she’d want to kill him, and he sees why, and part of him thinks he would let her. He is a fool to think he wouldn’t love her, a fool to always push it away, and he’s a fool for thinking he would be fine without her.

“And as the long, long nights begin. I’ll think all of that might have been. Waiting here for Evermore.”

And as he looks her in the Fade, and seeing her looking around for him, he thinks of everything that could’ve been. They could be happy, he could help her with the Inquisition, he could’ve told her everything he felt for her. No sliver or half, everything. But now he has to stand here and watch her as she begs for him to come to her, to come home, and how they can fix this.

He has to watch and deal with his choices for all his life. For evermore. 

Alright! That’s it! I hope you liked it. I have a few more fics coming, 2 of them will be sooner because the other is so difficult. Anyways yeah love y’all💙. 

[snippychicke]

Headcanons for Reeve & his Assistant 

Stolen from @selfloving-shipper Dedicated to @unbiddenrhythm

A: Activity (What is an activity they enjoy doing together)

I think just spending time together while working, even if its on different projects, is something they enjoy. Whether it's work related, or after their together and Reeve is working on a pet project and Rea is occupied with her own hobby (reading?) They just enjoy being close together. 

B: Bashful (What is something one of them finds embarrassing about themselves but the other finds adorable)

Reeve: He is rather self conscious about how much he cares for Cait, seeing him less as a toy or robot, and more like a child. He'll catch himself fussing when the cat wanders off to do heroics, or when he comes back injured. Rea thinks it's absolutely adorable amd also quickly accepts Cait as a person rather than a machine. 

Rea tends to lose herself when reading, and will start reacting aloud (ie squealing happily, or cussing out characters during plot twist). Reeve realizes the more vocal it is, the better the book (and not to bother her if possible). 

He thinks it's the cutest thing he has ever seen a person do. 

C: Calm (How do they calm each other down)

Soft touches and meaningful looks tened to help Reeve regain his self control when he gets upset over something. Just gentle reminders that he isn't alone.

Rea, however, when she is truly upset, needs a little bit more persuasion. She has a very even temperament, but once she is fully and truly riled, Reeve sometimes has to physically hold her back and talk her down before it's safe to let her go. 

D: Danger (How do they react when they find out the other one is in danger) 

When Rea finds out Reeve has somehow placed himself in danger, she is bound and determined to move heaven and hell to assure he is safe. She knows she probably cannot rescue him herself, so she often enlists whomever is best for the job. (Which has meant making some rather unsavory deals, but she doesn't care as long as Reeve is safe.)

When Rea herself is in danger, Reeve doesn't even have to ask before Cait is on his way. There is a lot of anxiety involved, and Reeve is pulling any strings he can to save her. Eventually virtually all of Gaia comes to her rescue. 

Gaia help the idiots who thinks its smart to go after these two. 

E: Encourage (How to the Encourage each other)

They are both talented at encouraging one another. It's actually a main part of their relationship is supporting one another. Encouraging words, reminding each other of how talented and important they are, and all they have done in the past. This power couple knows exactly what words to use to embolden the other.

F: Flirt (How do they flirt?)

These two initially awkwardly flirt, neither really practiced with it. Even after they've established a relationship, most of it is unintentional flirting-- long looks, bantering back and forth-- but as they get more comfortable in a relationship, it becomes more hands on-- Reeve will skim his hand along Rea's back or arms, and Rea will tug at his tie with a playful look.

G: Greeting (What was their first meeting like?)

[Back when Rea waitress and Reeve had just started]

"Are you new?" Reeve asked the red-haired barista as she worked on his order. It was late at night, wll after main hours. But the Directors were pushing for the upgrades for the Mako reactors to be done before the end of the week, meaning long hours for everyone involved. 

She shot a shy smile, "Y-yeah, just started last week. It's my first time running the place by myself." 

"I'm sure you'll be okay, there usually isn't a big rush during the night shift."

She handed the drink to him, "I hope you're right. My name is Rea, by the way."

"Reeve Tuesti."

H: Hungry (does one of them cook?)

Despite what Rea and others think, Reeve can cook. He's just usually too busy to do more than a quick simple meal. After spending the night for the first time, Rea discovers this when she wakes to a full breakfast in bed. Healthy, but with a few hearty Kalm staples. She immediately falls in love with his cooking.

Rea knows some basics of cooking, but usually picks up quick meals from the vending machines on her way to or from work. 

Also: Cait has tried to cook. And has burnt water. He is banned from the kitchen. Avalanche learnt this the hard way. 

I: Imagine( what do they imagine their future together?)

Reeve tries not to get carried away with imaging the future. After all, their life has been insane as it is. He just hopes that no matter what happens in the future, Rea will always be by his side. 

Rea figures there might not be any white picket fence kind of future after everything, but does dream about fussing over a few kids, (Denzel perhaps being one) as well as helping to manage the future of the WRO. 

She also imagines Cait being an amazing, if not slightly ornery, older brother. (She knows Mog will be happy to cuddle any kids.)

J: Jealousy (Do they get jealous easy?)

Maybe at first, but after a while both are confident in the other. Besides, all of Gaia knows the power couple and knows how devoted the two are to each other. 

Reno may still flirt with Rea, but it's mostly out of habit and to see if he can get a rise. Reeve tends to roll his eyes, though Cait will often act on his suppressed impulses and tell the former Turk off (with an accent so thick it's hard to understand). 

Rea might be a bit...cold with Shalua Rui at first when the woman starts working closely with Reeve and the WRO. Reeve is perplexed and Cait has to point out the obvious. 

There was teasing involved, but Reeve showed how devoted he was to her. Multiple times. A few in his office. And in a utility closet. 

K: Kissing (what kind of kisses do they share?)

Many of their kisses are short and sweet pecks through the day. Just quick sweet tokens of affection.

But Rea is rather good at slow, sensual kisses, starting on Reeve's neck when she thinks it's time for a break. Maybe nipping and teasing his ear lobe while trying to drag him away from his desk. Reeve might grumble half heartedly, but he soon concedes and lets her drag him off to bed. 

L: Love (When did they first realize they were in love?)

Rea knew she was crushing on Reeve for quite a time, but seeing him stand against President Shinra made her realize. Not fully because of his bravery, but the fear that gripped her heart. Because she knew exactly how Shinra dealt with traitors and instigators. And that fear and devotion just sealed her feelings.

 Reeve was a bit more subtle. There was no moment of epiphany or realization, just gradual increase in affection and mindlessly thinking 'Gaia, this woman is amazing' after the events of the Sector 1 bombing. 

Of course, it is a long, long, time before they admit their love to one another.

M: Memories (What's their favorite memories of each other?)

Rea favorite memory is the night she first met Denzel and Ruvie. Watching Reeve work on the old train set with the little boy, patient but aome of the child like excitment shining through while she and Ruvie watched fondly. (It was when she was sure Reeve would be a wonderful father some day)

Reeve's favorite memory is the first time he woke to Rea in his bed. Just being able to lay there and appreciate the woman beside him. The firat taste of domestic life that left him wanting more.

N: Nickname (what names do they call each other?)

Reeve calls Rea tender names like sweetheart and darling when they are alone, or in an informal setting. 

Rea doesn't do the pet names very often, but at times will drop a 'honey' or 'dear' when at home and asking for a favor. 

O: Object (What objects remind them of the other.)

Rea, of course, can't see a cat, especially a plush one, without thinking of Reeve. She may have bought a small plush black cat with Cait's markings to leave on his desk as a present once. (It ends up on her own desk next to her pressed flower.) 

Reeve cannot see a red hairdd person without thinking of her. To the point there has been a time he sees red long hair and assumes it's Rea and will start talking without confirming it. (Reno gets a kick out of it)

P: Phone (how often do the communicate)

Oh boy. If these two aren't working in the same building, and for some reason are apart for more than a few hours, you bet they are calling each other or at least messaging each other frequently. And by frequently, I mean at least one text per hour, if not more.

Most is work related updates. Others are questions, sometimes just /i miss you/. 

Q: Quiver (what flusters them)

Rea has Reeve wrapped around her finger, and he goes weak when she bites her lip and gives him a 'come hither' look tacked on with a 'sir'. Or when she tugs his tie to lead him somewhere. 

All Reeve has to do is stand tall and either adjust his cuff links or tie with a serious expressionon on his face and she's already biting her lip. A finger beneath her chin and she's a melted pile of goo. 

R: Routine (Do they have a routine?)

Everything. These two are so in-sync with each other that almost everything runs like clockwork. They are two people pushing for efficiency, so used to working with one another it's when they are apart things start to crumble

S: Selfies (which one takes more selfies?)

Cait, and then Denzel, pushes for selfies with the pair. But out of the two of them, Rea is the one more likely to snap a pic of them together. Usually after a few drinks. 

T: Touchy (PDA? Cuddle?)

PDA is generally off the table except maybe for a light touch or a quick kiss, or at least at work, which is 75% of their life.

But in an informal setting, like around friends or home, they love being near each other. Cuddle time on the couch, Rea holding Reeve while he cooks supper. Long soaks in the tub together? Just cuddles in bed? Yep. 

U: Unaccustomed (How hard is it to get use to each other?)

At first, its having someone just in their life outside of work. Their home is less….silent. The morning routine of getting ready for work and figuring who gets the shower first is a little rocky at first before it becomes second nature to take turns, and whoever doesn't shower is making a quick breakfast (which Reeve often volunteers because Rea's breakfast is cereal and coffee, maybe a microwave breakfast burrito if she feels ambitious.)

V: Vanish (what would they do if the other just vanished)

They would both be moving heaven and hell, over turning the entire planet to find the other, calling in every favor they could. Which is a lot. 

X: Xray (What happens if the other is sick/injured)

Both of them are mother hens when someone they care for is sick or injured, especially each other. Yet on the flip side, they are also very stubborn patients that refuse to admit they are sick or injured. 

They will only call in if they're dead. But the slightest sniffle from the other and they're insisting on bed rest and chocobo noodle soup. It balances itself out, luckily. 

Y: Yes (who would propose to the other?)

Oh boy. So while both of them would love to get married, they also allow it to become a back-burner issue as they work on WRO and everything else. They figured they're married in every way except legally, so it doesn't matter much to them. They would be happy signing a document and being done with it but everyone else is not having it. 

Yuffie gets the crazy idea first, and enlists Denzel, Ruvie, Domino, Cait, and somehow even Vincent. Then all of Avalanche, and then the Turks and Rufus. 

The pair thinks they're being called to Kalm for some official business. Instead, they are faced with a surprise wedding. (That somehow goes off without a hitch.)  

Z: Zzz (How do they fall asleep?)

As stated before, these two are cuddle bugs. More often than not, they are curled around each other, whether it be spooning or one laying on the other's chest, arms wrapped around the other. (Which is perfect for early morning kisses before the second alarm goes off, set for that purpose expressly.) 

More than once, however, their bed is invaded by a certain cat-doll who doesn't need to sleep, but likes relaxing with his two favorite humans. And is happy to just stretch out on both of them like a real cat would.

[askyancy]

So uh

Visitation days comin up and I uh.... A lots happened ya know? Are youse... All still able to make it? It- it seems like a lot o youse dont wanna talk to me no more or dat youses is all so busy. A-and I get dat! Ya know..busy stressin out dere. Gotta remind myselfs dat youse aint got de luxury of in here, every now n again. But.... I dunno... Guess Im just... Worried dat youse gonna be all too busy ta make it. I aint had a lot o time to finish my gifts fer wll o youses...and.. I gots no idea how many I needs but... Er... Im hopin I gots enough done. Er Anywayses Uh Bambams here and recoverin and de HTP party is comin up, as well as Christmas and uh Well Youse might find me quiet fer a while. So d-dont worry bout me okays? I'll be back and Ill pop in n check on youse every now n again. My uh...my inbox been real empty lately so ifin youse got questions or stories or somet'in for me youse is always welcome to send me stuffs! Even ifin deres sometin about me youse wanna know Im a bit of an open book ya know? Aheh Uh Anywayses.... Just givin youse da heads up dat I might be quiet fer a while aint nottin bad happenin! Oh uh! One more t'ing De holidays...deys is rough fer a lot o folks. Youse make sure to take care o youses selves. Get some water, some food, get some fresh air even if its cold, distractions are great fer bad moments, find somet'in dat makes youses laugh. Talk to someone. Anyone. Ifin youse lookin fer a sign here it is. Dont do it. Youse is loved. Youse is valids. Even if youses blood family dint see it, we do! ...I do. Youse all mean de woyurld to me. Dont go anywheres. Dat inbox aint gonna get a message if youse aint dere to fill it ya know? Youses sexuality is valids. Youses gender dats all youse! And youse is amazin! Youses mental health, youse got dis! Kick dat mental healths ass to solitary and let youses self relax for a while. Youse tell yaself. Im gonna enjoy this because I been fightin hard and I desoirves it! And youse remember... Youse got all o us here at HTP dat loves you. Holidays can suck but if youse spend it wid ya family, youses chosen and lovin family, yer gonna find it ta be a good season! Ah.. I love all o youses Youse take care okay! -Y

[phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess]

Please do not reblog

You know, sometimes it’s a little interaction that makes you realise that you don’t need someone in your life.

Like, I keep recalling in the last few days how I had a ‘friend’ in the past who was always there when they needed me, always talked over everyone, and changed every topic to be about them. It was very tiring when you review interacctions with hindsight.

Now the thing was, this person had gone to live in the city for college, and when they said they were coming back for a visit, a bunch of people made themselves available to have time with this person. We were supposedly ‘best friends’ or thereabouts, after several years, and so I pushed an urgent assignment to the side...

So, they came. People flagged off from the group after the first 45 minutes as they held forth about themselves... and themselves.

[On a prevous visit, they had brought a new boyfriend and, as a 20+ thought it was Hilarious, to just say things like, “Let’s make-out and see if we can make (usually me) uncomfortable” while we were in public. So everyone had a relatively high tolerance for their shit.]

After wandering the main street for some time, and refusing to go see the movie we were all going to see as per the plan, everyone but like two others left. Smiling and ready to Go.

Okay, fine. Change of plans, whatever. We could have fun talking, right? But one of the others notes that too much time has been spent wandering, and the friend had to catch the shuttle back to the city like, in twenty minutes.

Can you get them to hurry? No.

Do they walk into Every. Damn. Store until the entire group is anxious about them missing it? Yeah.

But, and here’s where the shit hits the fan, they go into one of those trendy stores that sells shit with like, Harry Potter and Fortnite and Pickle Rick on the shirts for ludicrous prices (but only if your understanding of sizing is ‘god help you if you’re over a medium).

So, the other too are anxiously waiting outside and I’m standing next to them, talking and hoping they’ll hurry up. They fetch out some strappy white singlet thing and smiled, before loudly announcing to the store at large, “Oh, this is cute! Hey, if I get a size up (Aus 8), we can share!”

And that’s when I saw the look, the straight up bitch in those eyes.  This size 6, was proposing a then size 16 would fit if they only got a size 8; and everyone in the store took a look at us like, ‘Yeah, right.”

And that’s when your brain pulls a full-on flashback episode to all the times you get a half-insult/half-compliment about your clothes or hair, or a ‘size isn’t evrything’ with That Look, and how everything you do is Good but not like... On Their Level of Great. And how they always complained about being Too Fat around you, and not the other, say, skinnier friends. How they loudly asked you personal questions in a public space to put you off kilter.

You dismissed it as having been put in front of audiences since they were little, of projecting or being a little weird because they were used to being the centre of attention for years and didn’t like sharing it... 

But then it’s like, “Well why should you have to put up with that?”

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In short, the snide comments aren’t playful friendly banter; sometimes they’re snide comments, and they’re coming from someone who depends on your loyalty and friendship never wavering no matter what they do. There’s a point where you have to just... tell them to fuck off. 

Be polite, when you interact in public, courteous. Give them no reason to bitch about you, but make it clear that whatever lopsided relationship you had, it’s gone now. 

And this goes double for family and romantic partnerships.  If they’re always on your case about something, putting you down to get what they want or to feel better? Red Flag lads.

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I just keep thinking about that, recently.  How many little flags got lost along the way to that tiny little interaction that put everything else in perspective. 

Adulthood is the experience, ability and confidence to recognise when some shit’s not right, and straight up cutting off the offending party. Not everyone gets forgiveness, or undying loyalty, or an explanation.

If you have someone n your life that you think might fit this scenario, but you’re on the fence... ask yourself:

+what is it they say that upsets me? Say, do, not say. Maybe one of their friends puts you down all the time and it’s all ‘just a joke’. Your friends says you overreact. Or perhaps they’re always hinting you’d be prettier with shorter hair, or that you look slutty with your clevage on display... etc.

+how many little favours have I done for them? Have you been doing little things to help them beyond the scope of friendship? A close friend can help when you’re sick, or watch the kids, or review an assessment before you submit it... but, think back to how much is asked of you.  What happened last time you asked them for a reasonable amount of assistance with something, big or small? Did they say yes and not do it, did they do it, did they do a shitty job so you’d never ask again, or did they refuse?

+when was the last time they initiated contact, in a situation where they didn’t need something? If you have to answer their call at 3am because they’re sobbing over a long-lost love, but they leave your “hey I’m at the hospital and need a ride home” text on read for a week...  Who does the calling, the texting, puts the effort in? Who remembers birthdays and does christmas gifts and little fun things just because? who is putting all the work into this friendship/relationship/other? Is it always on Their Terms? As in, they tell you when they’re available and you have to clear your schedule?

+is spending time with them fun, an obligation or a chore? Do you look forwards to seeing them, or dread it. Both, maybe?  Do you think “What do they want?”

+Do I have to give up any part of myself or my voice in order to keep the peace around them? You talk about something you want to, and they hush you, ask you not to ‘go on about ...’ or be ‘so political’, or talk over you, or switch the subject. Do they talk about things that make you uncomfortable or push private issues that they have no right to know...? Do they ambush you in social situations, or try to humiliate but call it ‘just a prank’ and downplay feelings as ‘don’t get so serious!’?

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+What can I gain without them in my life? Answer: Everything +What am I afraid of if I cut them out of my life?

I will find new friends, new family, new lovers. It will take time, but it is mine and my right to choose.

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You hear variations of the story a thousand times.

“Oh but they were having a bad day”

“Well, I mean they only could come down on that weekend, so I changed my plans... you know how they get if you don’t see them.”

“It’s lucky they told me that dress made me look like a slut, or I’d have gone to the party in it...” 

“They’re right though, I am fat. I shouldn’t have had the dessert...”

“They only said it because they care.”

“They must have been busy when I called...”

“Didn’t get a lot of sleep last night, they needed to talk to someone... but they ran out of mobile minutes before I got a chance to tell them whats going on for me,”

etc.

Realising I could say what I wanted and choose friends who valued me for me, was a pivotal point in my life. It was some years ago now, but it was important. 

And I see a lot of stories from some of you, on my dash, talking about people just like my ‘friend’.

Sometimes they’re a ‘best friend’, sometimes they’re a partner, sometimes they’re a sibling or parent or cousin... and you just need to hear that the shit they pull isn’t okay. You don’t deserve that.

A real friend will mention to you, in private, if they’re concerned because you seem to be really flat lately, or tell you flat-out f pants you’re trying on do not suit in the Least. And help you find something better.

An asshole, wll tell you the pants look Great, because they like to see you looking goofy, and therefore making them looking better. They’ll ask you loudly, in public, why you look so fucking pathetic and ugh, have you showered this week?

A very close friend who also has epression, and Gets It, might say “Get in the fucking shower or I get the hose...” and then cook you both 2 minute noodles.

A shitty person in your life would bring it up All The Time as a weapon. eg. “Oh so you’re too Sad to do the Dishes now, huh?” or “You’re just not trying hard enough” or “You could lose weight if you’d stop laying around like some snowflake” etc.

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I forgot where this was going.

Please don’t reblog. And don’t stand for this sort of shit.

They ush a lot of little things before they get bold, and some people don’t see those flags until the big red sailboat hits them headon without any pretence of turning aside or stopping. So like... cut people out of your life, prune the family tree, find a way forwards by dumping the deadweight.

You got this.

[the-roc-pile]

Visitors Part 1: Remus

Background for this mini-series

Pandora has moved into Wickhills (the main setting of LAOFT by @tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors). She had people she referred to as friends but she didn’t expect people to visit her when she moved into the people-trapping town. She was very wrong and has to deal with keeping them from being trapped.

My featured LAOFT OCs: Pandora, Remus, and a few other mentioned names. 

OH I came back through and realized thatI never described what they look like. I’m going to make a post with their references/mini-bios as soon, after this is posted, as I can!

Also this wll be a seres of whtever length one-shots, all of the ones I have planned out are chronological but that might be switched up if I add more than what I am working on. This part is great though and just !!!!!! I’m really excited to throw this out there! 

(Also yes, each section/part will be themes after a character that Pandora has a major interacting with duing that piece. This one is for my boy Remus, No he is not named after the Sanders Sides Remus and this isn’t me forcing him into the story. Yes he’s part of a Rommulus/Remus sibling joke but that’s for later. Essentially he is different and mine.)

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Look my dear friends 🍋Lemon and 🍉Watermelon!!! who agreed to Beta Read for me!!! Hi!!! I made you a note/shoutout here!!!!! They don’t have tumblr accounts (that I know of) but I wanted to bring them up here

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“You’re moving?” Remus asked, his voice slightly warped by the phone.

“Yeah, moving some boxes into the moving truck I rented now.” 

“Do you want some help with them?”

“Aren’t you supposed to be looking after some of your siblings right now?” Pandora asked him while setting down a box. 

“They wanted to go to a camp with some of their friends so I could come to wherever you are for a few days to assist.” 

“Stop using big words that I don’t understand.” Pandora teased. 

“I wasn’t.” 

“Really?” She asked and grabbed another box. “You were using the voice you normally use when you do.” 

“Do you want me to come and help you?” 

“I’d enjoy the extra set of hands. Just wished they’d be stronger.” 

“Do you want me to hang up? I am not going to continue being insulted like this.” 

“Aww… You know I love ‘ya.” 

“That’s debatable.” He replied, but Pandora could hear the smile in his voice. “Where are you?” 

“I’m moving to Wickhills, Ohio, but I’m at the storage facility I rented a bit outside of town. You want to grab some stuff and I can pick you up with the truck? Call me when you’re ready and we can drive in together. If that’s alright with you.” Pandora said and Remus went silent. “I can’t hear you when you nod.” 

“I-I di- I was distracted.” Remus stuttered out. “I will call you and you can show me your new home and I can help  you move in.” 

“Sounds perfect, Ree.” 

“Good, I’ll pack to spend the night. We’ll talk later.” 

“Alright, bye.” 

“Goodbye,” Remus said. 

Pandora grinned at the end tone. 

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Some people are easily distracted. Some people will see a dog and spend twenty minutes petting it playing with it. Some people decide to clean their rooms and start reading an old book that they used to love. Some people find a shoebox full of card decks and decide they need to make a card fortress. 

No one would have the proof of Pandora being one of those people because when her phone rang out into her empty storage unit she knocked into the base of the watchtower. The falling watchtower knocked over the secondary wall and that in turn knocked over another section and another until Pandora was answering the phone while sitting in a pile of cards.

“Hello?”

“It’s Remus, you wanted me to call you when I was ready to leave with you.” 

“Right, sorry,” Pandora said and stood up. “I’ll be driving up, I’m just going to lock up here.” She added and pulled a sweater on over her crop top. “Last I checked Wickhills wasn’t far.” 

“Why would you have to check?” 

“I’ll explain when I pick you up. See you in a minute?”

“...Alright.” Remus replied. “See you soon.”

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Pandora expected her best friend of many years, and the only one who had a semi-consistent call/visit schedule, to start grilling her about why she would move so suddenly after visiting a town. Instead, after nearly ten minutes of silent driving, he said:

“Is that my sweater?” 

“I’m positive it came out of my closet this morning,” Pandora answered and bit at the inside of her cheek. The truth was it had been his sweater, but Remus had let her borrow it and then he never asked for it back. 

She was not planning on giving it back.

“Where did you get that sweater, then?” He asked

“My closet.” She answered.

“Before it was in your closet.”

“Either on my floor or a washing machine. Can’t remember.” She shrugged while stubbornly refusing to look anywhere other than the empty road.

“Pandora did you take my sweater?” 

“No.” 

“I think you took my sweater.” 

“Then you’re wrong. I didn’t take it.” 

“Did I let you borrow it and forget to ask for it back?” He asked and Pandora decided she wasn’t going to answer. “Pandora.” 

“Maybe.” And she already messed that up.

“I’m taking one of your books for it,” Remus said. He was radiating smugness. “Probably a dictionary or one of your Edgar Allen Poe first editions.”

“You’re annoying. Take another poetry book or something.” 

“No, I have to consider the merit of taking a dictionary.” 

“Okay, ew, no. We aren’t discussing this. Do you have any questions related to why I’m moving?” 

“I’d rather list the reasons why you should be fighting to keep your dictionaries-” 

“Wickhills is one of those Fae Towns I was telling you about.” Pandora interrupted. 

“...You haven’t tried moving to the others before. What did you notice?” Remus asked. His mask was back on now, and Pandora didn’t even have to look back over to see it.

“There’s a very definite border around the town. Walking into a wall of water and all that, it’s harder to do some things inside of that border which makes me think something is bound to the town.” She sighed. “Everything else seems to be the same but I really don’t want to check out the Faerie side of things. I… I want to see if there is some sort of presence outside of it or any reason for there to be such a strong border.” 

“And if you can’t find it and it just is?” Remus asked. 

“Then there was a powerful enough spell cast on the border a bit ago that made it like that.” Pandora shrugged. “I’m not entirely sure. I just want to know if there’s something dangerous that’s locked up over there.” 

“What if there is?” Remus asked. “Wait, nevermind that. We both know you’d just reinforce whatever was trapping it or kill it yourself.”

“True enough.” She smiled. 

“If you want help with any of this, past the moving portion, I will happily make time so I can.”

“Yeah, I know.” Pandora smiled. “I know you would.”

[vengeancect]

all i do is lurk the internet and i don’t know how to make friends. my life seriously consists most of nothing but browsing the internet. i dont know how to get out of this trap

me too. i was just thinking about this too, my routine. it all blends together. i can’t remember if something happened yesterday or 5 weeks ago. i’m so disgustingly undisciplined and (whatever the opposite of emotionally/psychologically intelligent is) that every action i take in life (not many) has these automatic compounding layers of meaninglessness and absurdity and just pure filth. i think this kind of thing is part of why i’m not qualified to be human, and part of why even my online friendships (maybe like 3 total in a decade) all fall apart. i have less and less excuse to be this way. nowadays i go to sleep at 3/4am and wake up at noon or 1pm. i can’t pay attention to anything but i numb my brain with media all the time. by the time that “fog” breaks the sun is already going down and i still don’t know what to do. i’m so terrified of existing i like waking up later because it’s less time i have to spend conscious. nothing has felt real for years. everything i see on the internet sucks. this site sucks. last week (or last month) i kept looking in my house for rafters to hang myself from. i went through my mom’s medication and tried to see if anything was lethal or overdoseable. i checked the kitchen drawer, there are no sharp knives. stuff like that. but now i’m back to just doing nothing and being a helpless gross slug. i don’t know what i’m doing with this post. i’m thinking of going outside again to see if someone will kill me but i just know it’s going to be very hot and pointless and i’ll feel gross and awkward againn. oh god this post is so stupdi. i have nothing to talk about. i’m a really mean and gross person and i think that my existence is evil.

i’m like a blind parasitic cave fish. this glowing picture box is the place with the most colors and vibrations i can detect so i naturally go towards it. it’s an insectoid existence. it’s not living or really being anything, and now too much time has passed by for me to question or understand any of it

it wll have been a decade this year

[shauntaakeloisartportraitshows]

shauntaake shauntaake

shauntaake art & portrait projectar shows 1 year tour shauntaaké projectar art gonna show u every paintang in the gallery that day from a million angels u shauntaake innocent horror hauntangs that only haunt shauntaake mix within it hundreds of shäuntaake hauntangs

shauntaake / lois chiles vintage phauts shauntaake great representative model right now lois one of the greatest to ever to do lois masterd it to show u hw it’s suppose to happen exactly so ths shauntaake/lois chllang at shauntaake home workang on shauntaake art paintangs & canvases & puttang togethaa shauntaake treats & goody’s for shauntaake out of town shows & party’s so now shauntaake relaxang preparrang anuthaa week for shauntaake art & portrait projectar shows shauntaake wll also be online a month in advance promotang for shauntaake show comang to your city so u’ll know a month in advance that shauntaake art & portrait rojectar show is comang to your city so when u see the actual flyers everywhere in your city u’ll know shuntaake arrived in your city & it’s shauntaake showtime

shauntaake/lois / shauntaake arrivang in every city like ths pullang up wit shauntaake team to shauntaake/our hotel suit’s ready for shauntaake whole week in a nw city & town gettng ready for shauntaake art & portrait projectar shows

shauntaake/lois / chllang in shauntaake hotel suit monday & tuesday

shäuntaake/lois/ monday evenang were instantly out on the town in a nw city givang out flyers to everybody goang everywhere within that area givang out flyers tuesday mornang out on the town sight seeang givang out flyers to everyone within that area  lettang them knw about shauntaake nw art & poertrait projectar show in town from wednesday - friday wit a massive shauntaake party on saturday

shauntaake/lois / tuesday evenang sittang down to have lunch & dinner aftaa our long day of promoton givang out flyers for shauntaake art & portrait projectar show wednesday - friday wit a massive shauntaake party on saturday

shauntaake/lois / welcome to shauntaake art & portrait projectar show champagne & orderbs on platinum trays circulätang all over shauntaake art & portrait projectar show wednesday - friday

shauntaake/lois / welcome to shauntaake art & portrait projectar show champagne & orderbs on platinum trays circulätang all over shauntaake art & portrait projectar show wednesday - friday

shauntaake art & portrait projectar show was a success & now shantaake want to celebrate wit your city & shauntaake informatang everyone at shauntaake art & portrait projectar show that shauntaake givang  massive party tomorrow at ths locaton & shauntaake wll give u ll lil flyers at shauntaake art & portrait projectar show for shauntaake massive party the next day night

shauntaake/lois / arrivang at shauntaake art & party portrait show massive party that saturday night

shauntaake/lois / team v i p secton area of shauntaake art & portrait projectar show massive party that night & shauntaake team chllang whle shauntaake team of ppl givang shauntake safe inventon goody’s alllllll night at shauntaake party free cater food star cream’ssssss shäuntaake custom clothes free champagne free marijuna & the greatest music playang all night & were gonna party till the sun comé up

shauntaake / micrscope & magnifyang glass to study shauntaake soul

shauntaake / lauk at hw lois start messang wit lee nub hands cause lee stole lois masterd baby shauntaake shauntaake see loîs try to control lee hands u knôw your soul your hands could make u kll yourself pull the trigger lee & vanessa had enough power to steal the dēvil/shauntaäke lois masterd treasure baby shauntaake shauntaake deeeeeeply love u to lois shauntaake gonna show u hw much shauntaake love u to shauntaake have so many shauntaake kissess & shauntaake gifts for lois shauntaake nw kds nee grammy lois in their life lois also gave the world the worst hell lois phauts also customly built ths white corporate world lois phauts are the most used phauts that hollywoôd merged wit & they start mergang shauntaake wit lois when shauntaake birth came shauntaake want to sit doẃn wit u loîs & let lois customly pick out what art pieces lois want hw about we spend the rest of our lives togethaa as shuntaake beang in lois life & lois peronally beng apart of shauntaäke life & shauntaake wll manifest shauntaake & lois soul’s togethaa & shauntaäke wll give lois lois own tunssssssss of our art that’s strictly shauntaake & lois art custom collecton of art that shauntaake specially made for lois shauntaake work fast shauntaake could give lois a massive art collecton within a month ôr two shauntaake talkang weight lois aint to be fuckd wit lois get ppl klld & murdererd the major entertainment industry go to war for lois they was waitang to celebrate lois masterd birth wit lois the devil treasures shauntaäke just ĉomang over to päint lois shauntaäke thickest soul walls that’s hw shauntaäke love comang for lois shauntake also full of lois masters lois was suppose to get lois doll baby full of lois masters not for everybody else to be playng it now shauntaake nderstand they want shauntaake home school so ppl could’nt fuk wit shauntake writangs shauntaake informaton & shauntaake art shauntake have shauntake lil ghost treasure goody bag for lois

shauntaake/lois / aftaa money - saturday was a success where gonna chill at the hotel suit that whole sunday restang & gettang everythang togethaa & then were gonna leave & ride out that sunday night

shauntaake just want to inform the music industry lost shauntaake shauntaake dont want to make music no more shauntaake aint have no good luck wit the music industry & shauntaake came ä real str musiciæn rockstär singer rapper shäuntaake come as shauntaake self the devil/shauntaake shauntaake come as shauntaake self now like hw u see shauntaakē pages now wit shauntaake phauts connectang wit shauntaake soul shauntaake always claim to shauntaakē fame once shauntaake get pay shauntaake millions shauntaake comang as shauntaake self the devil/shauntaake showsssssss shauntaake art portraits toursssssss city to city state to state hotel suit every city for that week shauntaake & shauntaake team runnang around the city’s wit flyers for promoton for shauntaake art show’s for that week wendnesday - friday art shows & saturday’s shauntaake massive art party’s & then we checkang out the hotel late night that sunday & shauntaake nee to arrive in every city on mondy for a whole week monday & sunday every city & it’s gonna be fun ass hell aftaa every art show shauntaake gonna give a massive party in that city that night announce on the radio for u to come flyers everywhere the minute shauntaake arrive in your city lettang u know about shauntaaké art show to come purchase u some of shauntaake art & to come to shauntaake party that night v i p shauntaakē team & vip for a celebrity or to that want to come v i p the celebrity’s shauntaake goverment law city cops security the specil cops that’s a bonus check shauntaake have for them as shauntaake security to secure shauntaake no limits safe party’s free goody’s all night all of shauntaake safe inventons free cater food star cream’ssssss shäuntaake custom clothes free champagne free marijuna & the greatest music playang all night & were gonna party till the sun comé up aftaa shäuntaake recieve shauntaake art checks shauntaakē want to celebrate wit shauntaäke wholé city’s shauntaake gody’s all night wit cards attach to everythang so if unwant some more u know where to purchase shauntaake thangs if u aint got that shauntaake art sale money u could follow shauntaake from city to city for shauntaake party’s & shauntaake wll recognise shauntaake party team ppl & v i p u wit shauntaake uthaa loyal party crw that follow us from city to city shauntaake dont mind spendng thousands of dollars on u aftaa shauntaake recieve shauntaake art sale’s shauntaake comang to celebrate wit u all & ths is hw shauntaake comang wit shauntaake own projectars show’s showang u shauntaake hstory & soul u never saw befor showang u shauntaake soul’s u never saw befor shauntaake art party tour gonna be a experiencē of a lifetime shauntaake gonna b laukang for movie producers & these are gonna be shuntaake short films from city to city state to state shauntaake gonna do ths independently wit shauntaake own money shäuntaake gonna make shäuntaake party’s so classy these type of shauntaake woman comang to chll wit us

shauntaake gonna have shauntaake kdsssssssss wit shauntaäke & shäuntaake family thät want to roll out wit shäuntaake team u coud stay for the week or fly in for the weekend for party that saturday shauntaake ä wifē or two on shäuntaäke road aint gonna be no wildang thē fuĉk out not wit shauntaake kds we'll wild out at the party’s & then it’s right bak to the hotel suit room up nder shauntaake supervson shauntaake plays no games wit shauntaaké’s

shauntaake / from what shäuntaake see lois was plannang to be wit lee & have lee kds & lauk the germs came to touch lee & lois cancel everythang all of lois plans wit lee & shauntaake also came lee twin & it’s so sad cause they try to do the same sht to me shauntaake experience the same thang wit shauntaake last sex partner but shauntaake survive that attack ths sht crasy lois was gonna tut treasure lee vanessa stll gave it to lee shaūnraäkē came lois masters & twin & shauntaake came the devil/shauntaake tut treasures shauntaake was birth into the same house wit leē shauntaske baby came messang wit lee laukang fo lee knockng n lee dor since shauntakē was 4 years old & leē family celebrate leē from city to city at our family houses party’sssssssssssssss foréver cause lee got lois masterd baby shauntaake lois was suppose to give birth to the devil/shauntaake shauntaake was the greatest gift vanessa gave bak to everybody

shauntaake read a comment that told shauntaake to custom make lois a treasure chest full of shauntaake art if shauntaake start datang one of u celebrity’s their callang lois a nut case & their sayang lois & lois rich celebrity white’s wll put a hit on u for connectang wit shauntaake seman & your not payang shauntaäke shauntaake masters wit lois & that’s exactly what shauntaake gonna do but shauntaake gonna make lois lois own special connecton that’s gonna manifest shauntaake & lois soul togethaa & then lois could go thru lois piece’s of art to see what lois want & what lois want to sell & then lois could send shauntaake a percentage of every art sale shauntaake great deal for lois lois know a laut of rich ppl

shauntaake & vanessa 1987

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Code Date Night [One-Shot]

Summary: Sparks ruin date night. 

Warnings:  A little bit of angst. Lots of fluff. Sweet, protective Bucky.  

A/N:   A new Astrophile drabble! YAY!  As a warning, Bucky is injured on the job in case that’s a trigger for anyone. No death. There is a bit of angst, but it’s still Astrophile fluff. It takes place roughly 5/6 years after the epilogue. Write me a book report, sing me a song or come scream at me if you like it. If you have not read the series Astrophile, THERE WLL BE MAJOR SPOILERS.  

Catch up on the series here!

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Bucky leans forward in the back of the truck, adjusting his boots. His feet are killing him, and he just wants to be off this damn job. The love he has for his career and his brother runs deep, but he’s so ready to get home and see his wife. That is something he never thought he would say. He’s always loved work more than most things in his life, but here he is desperate to get back to the station so he can see his girl. He settles in next to Steve and continues to hum the same tune he has been humming for the last several turns. He pulls his hair into a tight bun at the base of his neck and continues humming. In just under eight hours, his shift will be over, and he will be holding his sweet Beck.

The tune repeats once more from the start, and the moment it finishes, Bucky glances at the men around him. 

“Okay, what’s it from?” 

Steve leans his head back against his seat and fires off a guess without any real pause to consider the melody. “Flintstones?” 

Clint tears his eyes from the road for a split second and sets Sam with a flat look. “Flinstones? What the hell? Sam, you need to sit down and teach your husband a thing or two.” 

Sam chuckles and sends a Steve wink who promptly blushes at the gesture.

“It’s Happy Days.” Sam glances at Bucky for conformation. “Right? Happy Days?” 

Bucky chuckles and leans forward to give him a high five. Same dumb game every shift. They have to do something to pass the time when things are less than exciting, and it never fails to end the same way. Steve never guesses right, Clint makes fun of him, and Sam wins.

“Yeah, it’s been stuck in my head since yesterday morning. It’s on all night on that rerun channel, and the twins have decided four in the morning’ means it’s time to get up.” 

“Let’s be real. You get up that early, or is Y/n getting up?” Sam asks with a snort, disbelief, and humor filling his words. 

“Screw off. I’m gettin’ up. I get up every time my babies cry, punk. What about you? You get up with Stevie over here?” 

Steve rolls his eyes. This happens every shift. Every damn day. “Of course, Sam wakes up when I do, Buck.” 

“Damn right, but we are kind of passed that stage, dumbass.” Bucky lurches forward and knocks his helmet off his head. Sam whips his gloves into the backseat catching Bucky on the side of his head. Bucky jumps ahead, but Steve grabs him by the back of the jacket and jerks him back into his seat.

“Hey, guys…” Clint shouts over their scuffle. “As fun as this round was, we got a real problem coming up on the right.” 

Steve leans forward to see a thick cloud of black smoke rolling out of the windows of a small four-story apartment building. The bronzed painted wood paneling on the outside of the broken windows is quickly turning black from the flames burning through the wood framing. Steve sits back and gives Sam an order before slipping his helmet on.  

“Call it in. I’ve got a feeling this one is going to be ugly.” 

By the time the truck came to a stop, the windows on the fourth floor had shattered. Bucky and Sam rushed in to pull out as many people as they could. The bottom two floors were cleared, the tenants could feel the heat before it ever reached them. Even with his gear, Bucky could feel it. Sam took the third floor, and Bucky ventured up to the fourth, pulling out a woman in her late forties who was trapped in her bedroom thanks to a fallen beam.

Steve waited for their all-clear before he breathed a sigh of relief. Everyone was out, and they could focus on putting the fire out, not carrying out bodies. 

Steve made eye contact with Sam and shouted over the noise surrounding them, “Get that redline in here! We can get it under control before it spreads any further.”  

The woman Bucky had pulled out of the flame is sitting on a stretcher, fighting against the EMTs and clawing to get to Bucky. She kept shouting about going back in, and Bucky tried five or six times to tell her there was no way anyone could go back in now until they got the flames under control.  

“I don’t know what you’re saying with that mask on! My kitty is in there!" 

Bucky yanks his breath mask off in frustration and tosses to Clint standing nearby. He is not in the mood. He’s already running late for date night, and all he wants to do is get a shower, eat some damn pasta, and make love to his wife on the one night his kids spend at Aunt Natasha’s. 

Now he’s got to deal with a fire that the Gods had to dump in their laps.

As much as he would love to save this woman’s cat. They can’t go back in. All they can do now is put out the remaining flames and go in once it was safe. 

"Ma'am, I understand but–" 

"Mom?!" 

The unit looks up and sees a little girl about nine standing on the fire escape, and the woman’s voice catches Bucky’s ear. "I told you! My kitty! She was hiding in one of the cupboards!" 

"Shit.” Steve steps back from the truck. “Get the ladder!“ 

There isn’t enough time. Bucky shakes his head and makes a run for the fire escape on the side of the building. He Jerks the rickety metal ladder down and starts to climb up to meet the little girl. She is frozen from fear, and he wouldn’t leave her up there all alone and scared like that. He can hear Steve ordering him to back off, but he can’t. What if it was Orion? Or his sweet little Cassie trapped up there? He can’t just stand on the ground and watch. 

"Buck! Watch out for the–" 

——–

“He climbed up the fire escape to help the nine-year-old girl down before the building collapsed. The heat had cracked the window she climbed out of, so he covered her with his jacket before moving her to a safer floor. Flashover shattered the window, and that’s when he got the burn to his left shoulder and upper arm. There was a lot of smoke covering them for a good minute. Not sure how much he took in.” 

“Okay,” the emergency room doctor sighs and glances up at Steve. “We’ve got it from here. We can notify his family if you don’t–” 

“No.” Steve’s voice cuts through the room, and he attempts to soften it. “I’ll call. We are family– I’ll handle it. He’s in my company.” 

The doctor nods. He understands. He deals with injured emergency servicemen and women more than he would like, so he understands Steve wants to be the one to make the call. They are a family in the way none of the hospital staff could understand. He leaves Steve to make the call and makes his way back to where Bucky is fighting against the heavy sedation they pumped into him. Steve doesn’t waste another second and heads for the elevator, but Sam catches his wrist before he can get far and pulls him back just a step or two. 

"Where are you going?” His voice is soft and warm. He’s speaking as a husband, not a member of Steve’s company.

Steve gives his partner’s hand a squeeze and pulls his arm free of the shorter man’s grip. “It’s Tuesday. That’s their date night. I’m not going to call her in the middle of the restaurant and tell her what happened. It’s not far from here. I’ll tell her in person.” 

Sam doesn’t try to argue with him; just simply nods. Once Steve’s made up his mind about something, there is no changing it. He watches Steve go and then turns his attention back to Bucky, watching through the glass wall that separated them. 

"BP is good. His vitals are stable despite the injuries and smoke inhalation.”

The words coming from the blond nurse on Bucky’s right sound far away and almost muffled. As if his head was underwater, or the way Leo sounds from under his Spider-Man mask. For some reason, Bucky can’t work out, she continues trying to talk to him despite his drowning. The white lights flashing over his eyes make him wince, and his eyes focus on the room around him. He quickly recognizes where he is. He’s in the hospital, and that means… No, this isn’t good. Bucky has to get up and get out of this bed right now.

He has somewhere to be and someone he can’t let down. He can’t let her down like this.

Bucky groans and tugs at the tubes in his nose as he struggles to sit up. His left arm burns, but he ignores it. There is a pinch every time he tries to move his shoulder to pull out the IV. It doesn’t matter. He has somewhere to be. A gentle hand lands on his chest, “Lieutenant Barnes. You have to sit back for me and keep that in your nose. We need you breathing clean air.”

With the weight of the hand and whatever medication they gave him, he is too weak to push back against their gentle urging. Bucky falls back against the bed, but he continues to try to pull the sheets off his leg to climb out of the cold hard bed – nothing like his bed at home, it’s warm and soft and filled with the people he loves most. He wants his bed, not this sad excuse for one. 

“You don’t understand. I got a date– My wife–”

“We can call your wife and let her know. I’m sure she will understand. You can go on your date another night.” The kind-looking nurse on his life cuts in.

Bucky shakes his head rather quickly, making his head spin and tugs at the plastic tube in his nose again. He can feel his chest tightening at the thought of Y/n, his Beck, sitting alone waiting for him to show up. He needs to make sure she is okay.

“No, you don’t understand. My wife wrote it on the calendar. We have a calendar in our kitchen and, and she wrote it down for tonight. She– she wrote in pen, okay? I can’t not show up. I can’t.”

“Mr. Barnes–”

“I promised my wife I wouldn’t–” He takes a deep breath and repeats, forcing his panic down. “She wrote it in pen.”

——–

Y/n glances at her watch once more and drums her fingers along the stem of her wine glass. She’s not nervous. Bucky is only forty-five minutes late. The large glass door at the front of the dark restaurant swings open, she sits up straighter, and a small smile starts to curl up the corners of her mouth until she realizes it’s no one she knows. It’s certainly not the man she’s eagerly waiting on. She huffs out a breath and slouches back down in her seat, grabbing her phone to check for any missed texts – not that there will be, that phone hasn’t left her hand all night. 

She takes a picture of her nearly empty glass of pinot noir and sends it to Bucky with a small warning following the image, I’m on my second glass. If you don’t get here soon, I might have to find someone else to take me home. They both know she would never, but they tease each other and the foundation they’ve built all of this isn’t shaken by something that silly. It’s one of the things she loves most about their relationship. She’s never had that before, but she likes it, and she likes that it’s with Bucky.

No reply. No phone call, and it doesn’t look like he has seen the picture she sent. Her thumb hovers over Steve’s number, but she quickly talks herself out of it. This is getting silly. She doesn’t need to be that wife, the one that calls the second her husband is late and makes a fool of herself. Bucky said he would be there, and he will. He would never let her down, it’s not in him – his heart would never let him do anything to hurt her. 

Everything is fine. He’s just late. She isn’t worried in the least. It’s perfectly normal for him to be a little late every now and then. Only three weeks ago, he had picked up an extra shift out of nowhere, making up for someone on day shift that needed to trade out. It’s part of the job, and she knows that. It’s not like Bucky is an accountant, working a simple nine to five and home at the same time every night without question. She knew that going in and saw it several times with Nat and Orion before she even met Bucky.

There is nothing to be concerned about. He’s merely running late and will be there soon. He promised, and he always keeps his promises. 

She is not worried.

A tingle runs down her spine, giving her goosebumps and causing her to look up only to find Steve strolling towards her. The sight of the blond makes her breathe a sigh of relief. If Steve is here picking up dinner, everything is fine, and Bucky will be there in no time. 

“Steve, what are you doing here?” Y/n asks, forcing a relaxed smile despite the way her heart is pounding in her chest. “Picking up dinner?” 

“No, Y/n. I’m not here for dinner.” Steve holds out his hand for hers and nods towards the exit, gesturing for her to get up and follow him. “I called Nat, and she said she would sleep at your place tonight with the kids and take them to school the next few days.” 

“W-what?”

Her heart sinks into her stomach, and her fingers instantly start to tremble. There’s a buzzing in her ears that won’t go away with a few shakes of her head like she hoped they would. Steve’s gaze doesn’t leave her, but he’s not giving anything away; his face is utterly blank. Whatever he needs to tell her he doesn’t want to do it here, in front of a restaurant full of people and that makes her stomach churn even more. She hesitantly reaches up to take the hand that Steve is holding out for her.

“Why does Nat– Steve, please… Where is Bucky?“

The panic seeping out from her chest is starting to slip into her voice. She can’t help it. Steve came to get her, her husband is for all intents and purposes missing, and he never ignores her calls like this. Something is wrong. Steve squeezes his fingers around hers and pulls her up. His arm tightens around her waist to keep her on her feet.

Just in case. 

"Steve… Where is he?”

The crack in Steve’s demeanor tells her everything she needs to know before he gets a word out. Bucky’s hurt. He’s not making it to date night. Calendar and pen could do nothing to change that. 

“He’s at the Brooklyn Methodist. He’s going to be okay, but we need to get you there.” 

——–

“Mr. Barnes. For the love of–”

A deep sigh leaves the young nurse attending Bucky’s bedside, and it sounds as if she wants to throw her scrubs in the bin and never come back. It’s late nearing the end of her shift, and Bucky isn’t exactly the easiest of patients at the moment. “I know you’re upset. We’ve called home for you four times. The quicker we get you patched up, the quicker you can get out of here and back to her.”

“I have to see my wife now. Not in’a couple of days. She, She can’t go through that again. I know this sounds crazy, and I am sorry I am being a pain in the ass, but she wrote it friggin’ pen! Just give me the paper to sign that says I’m refusing care–” 

“I don’t think so, Lieutenant Barnes.” Bucky’s head snaps up at the sound of her voice, and his whole body relaxes at the sight of Y/n standing in the doorway, she’s not smiling, probably because of what she just heard, but she’s wearing that little red number he loves so much. It’s the one that falls off her shoulders and hugs every inch of her body, and it’s really got him regretting missing date night.

“You’re not going anywhere, and you’re going to let them do whatever they need to.” 

Bucky glances up to see the nurse smirking at how quickly he settles back against the pillow because his wife told him to. That might bother him if Y/n wasn’t walking around the slightly uncomfortable hospital bed and taking his right hand in hers. She regards his left arm, carefully. There’s no hint of what she feels, which is unusual for her. Bucky can nearly always tell what she’s thinking because she wears every emotion right there in those pretty eyes. If you just look close enough you can see everything that’s written on her heart.

The white bandage, littered with splotches of yellow and light red, is wrapped around his bicep and extendeds up his shoulder spreading towards his chest, and her eyes trace every inch of it. The stretch of the injury explains the lack of a shirt on her husband. Whatever happened though left the tattoo on his arm untouched and she breathes a sigh of relief, not only would that hurt Bucky, it would break Ori’s heart to see it gone from her father’s arm. Y/n’s hand finds its way into his hair, and she gives a gentle tug until his head falls against her chest.

“Beck,” Bucky whispers, whimpers, really, but no one is going to call attention to it. The way he’s clinging to her is for a husband and wife only, and those left in the room take the hint. Y/n runs her fingers through his hair, and he takes a deep breath before whispering against her skin, “I’m so sorry, baby. I didn’t– I tried to get there.”

Y/n’s hands freeze in his hair while he babbles on about missing ‘it’ and apologizing for hurting her. She can’t work out why he is apologizing until she hears him say, I know I promised and you wrote in pen and ‘m sorry I made you worry.  Bucky, her sweet December, is lying in bed with what could very well be third-degree burns on his arm, and he’s concerned about pens, past hurts, and the promise he made to never leave a similar scar on her heart. 

All he cares about is the damage done to her.

“It’s alright,” She assures him with a simple kiss to the top of his head, his temple, and his cheek, right over the stray tear that slipped out before he could force it back. "We can do it another night. There are plenty of empty spaces on the calendar.” 

"But–" 

"I’ll draw an arrow to a new night. In pen.” She sinks down next to him on the stiff bed and leans her forehead against his. “I don’t care what night we do date night as long as you’re the one I’m meeting.” 

“You better not be meetin’ anyone else,” Bucky whispers in her ear. There is a hint of playful teasing in his voice, and it makes her grin. He is attempting to quell her unvoiced fears and give her back some of her equilibrium in the wake of what could have been their end, and she loves him for it. 

“I hear you had two glasses of wine tonight and were lookin’ for someone to take you home tonight? Whaddya say you come home with me darlin’?” 

“Mmm.” She considers the offer with a soft giggle and pecks his lip softly. 

“That can be arranged, handsome. Let the doctors give you a once over and make sure you’re okay, then I’ll let you take me home, December.” 

“Whatever you want, Beck.” 

——–

Four days it’s been since Bucky was admitted to the hospital. Four days since he’s been allowed to sleep in his own bed or be able to really hold his wife. It has been four tortuously long days since he’s seen his kids and Bucky won’t make it another day without seeing their sweet faces. 

Y/n wanted to bring them in, but the first few days he was in a lot of pain, and he didn’t want them to see him like that. It’s not something his kid should ever have to see. Ori was old enough to understand it was a burn and that he got injured on the job but that she meant she understood. Bucky is worried if she knows all the details, she will panic every time he leaves for work, and she may be that much closer to being a full-blown teenager, but she’s still his baby, and she should get to be a kid, worry-free for as long as she can. 

As for the twins, they wouldn’t fully understand, but he didn’t want them to be scared of him. He was hooked up to a lot of machines, and he didn’t want them to have nightmares. It was better to wait. 

Thankfully, today was the day. Bucky gets to go home, and Uncle Steve dropped all three troublemakers off about twenty minutes ago. Cassie and Leo ran straight for his bed and climbed up on his lap to smother him in hugs and kisses, which he happily accepted and returned. Orion, though, she hung back with Y/n at the foot of the bed, holding her mother’s hand and avoiding Bucky’s gaze. 

He really hates it, not because she’s choosing her mom over him or something as petty and trivial as that. Orion chooses Y/n over him more often than not, and he’s okay with it, loves it in fact, but she’s avoiding him because she’s scared and upset, and he hates that he’s the cause of ache in his daughter. 

Once they get home, they will have to talk, just him and his comet, but for now, he keeps it light for the twins. 

“What have you two been doin’ without me? Drivin’ your uncles and sister crazy?” Asked Bucky, forced humor therein his voice that only Y/n catches. 

Cassie doesn’t say anything. She curls into Bucky’s right side, under his arm, and hides her face in his shirt. She was scared, still is. She’s been terrified since Uncle Steve picked her up from Aunt Nattie’s and said daddy was sick at the hospital, so she would have to stay at their house till he got better. She cried the last three nights in a row and slept in her uncle’s bed, snuggled between them. 

Leo isn’t oblivious to what’s going on around him. He is just as upset, but he doesn’t show his feelings as quickly as Cassie does. He tries to be strong for his mama and sisters – just like his daddy does! So, he sits on Bucky’s lap and nods, “I slept with sissy and Oviver at Uncle Stevie’s house." 

"There’s an ‘L’ in Oliver, buddy. You slept with sissy, you said?” Bucky questions, and his eyes shift to Orion, who is trying her hardest not to cry and scare the twins any more than they already are. 

“You’ve got a pretty awesome big sister, huh?” 

Leo nods and beams at Orion, who gives him a small smile back. 

Bucky raises his left arm, ignores the burning on his chest, and ushers her over with a wave of his hand. Orion didn’t have to be told twice. She dashes over and snuggles into his left side, careful of the bandage on his chest and arm. It isn’t anything too serious. Second-degree burns that may not even leave a scar, and he gets to be home with the kids for two or three weeks until it heals fully. Bucky is thankful it’s nothing compared to what it could have been because he could have been so much worse. 

Still, he knows it looks pretty scary to his kids. 

“Okay, you three know I’m alright, don’t ya?” Bucky places a kiss on Ori’s forehead and the top of Cassie’s head. He motions for Leo to lean in and when the four-year-old does Bucky’s lips land right in the middle of his forehead, making him giggle.

There is a muffled yeah from his girls, and Leo nods hesitantly. Bucky sighs and catches Y/n’s eye, silently begging for help. She’s better at this, better at the whole words thing. As much as he tries, Bucky isn’t as good as Beck – regardless of what she thinks. Cassie looks up at Bucky and tugs his shirt, grabbing his attention. 

“Daddy?” The small voice coming from his side makes him drop Y/n’s gaze, and he finds Cassie staring up at him wide-eyed and curious. 

“Yeah, stardust?” 

“Your arm hurts?” 

Bucky shakes his head and gives his shoulder a couple of shrugs to prove his point. There is a little bit of pain if he keeps it in motion, but Cassie didn’t need those details. She just needs to know her daddy is okay and all good for their nightly cuddle sessions. 

“A little bit, baby. It’s just a little burn, but as long as I keep it clean and wrapped up, it will be alright. I promise I’m okay. Just need rest and cuddles from my babies, and I’ll be right as rain.” 

She nods seemingly approving of the answer and then pipes up again, “Can we all cuddles in bed tonight?" 

Leo appears to like the idea because he scoots further up Bucky and lays his head on Bucky’s stomach. Ori glances between her parents, waiting for what she clearly hopes is a yes. Bucky catches Y/n’s eye and grins. She grins right back and shrugs just light enough for Bucky to spot but not the kids. 

“Of course.” Y/n says with a smile and a wink for Ori. “I always want you three snuggled up with us. We might need to invest in a bigger bed, though, with our two little bed hogs.” 

Bucky chuckles and tightens his arms around his kids. “Nah, we will be fine, Beck. Just gotta cuddle real close, and everything will be just fine.”

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idk if you seen this post but it says black fans shouldn't like ironman nd i can't remember if it explicitly said it, but it definitely implied that ppl of color who like ironman are sympathizing w the 'colonizers' nd I was curious abt ur opinion on that. op is a poc, but im p sure if a white person wrote it, it'd be racist cuz it seems like it takes agency away from black fans by implying they're not smart enough to make their own decisions nd that ironman is somehow more harmful to poc (1)

Anonymous said:

than captain america. but as far as i can tell, ironman apologized for his past actions that harmed poc,publically, and has done alot to work on mending communitis he was complicit in harming and he wll spend the rest of his life doing that. whereas cap didn’t apologize for jburg and then proceeded to speak over the voices of 117 countries and millions of ppl many of which are probably also poc. im not sayin cap is bad but it seems ignorant to think im is anymore racist/ignorant than cap (2)

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There’s a post I go back to on occasion to soothe my soul. (this one) It’s long but it probably explains things better than my rambles below.

I think our opinions are in line with one another. I don’t if I’ve seen that specific post you mentioned, but I have seen ppl talk as if tony is an enemy of poc while cap is so much better. I always run into an issue of getting my thoughts together because, honestly? I’ve never understood what’s supposed to be so bad about Tony.

We have Tony, who was an asshole in the past BUT learned of said assholishness and has been working to help people ever since. Johannesburg happened. Tony took on the Hulk to keep it from being worse. The stuff in sokovia happened, and he cared about those people too…even when sokovia was found out to not be lillywhite. Lagos happens and he is adamant about them trying to do better.

We have Steve, who’s heart has always been in the right place BUT he hasn’t learned that he is no longer the little guy and his black and white method of helping doesn’t quite work in gray situations. Johannesburg happened and the filmmakers didn’t have Steve acknowledge it. Sokovia happened, and until Charles Spenser, sokovia was completely white, he cared about THOSE casualties. Lagos happened, and it was just 'they can’t save everybody'.

I’m sure that the filmmakers didn’t intend for it to look that way, but they effectively had Steve not care when it was black folks, care again when it was white folks and then write off deaths as collateral when it was black again.

But yeah some other folks think I, as a black woman, am supposed to feel some kinda way about *Tony*. Mmkay.