#i'm sorry but i'll throw this in the hashtag

[leopardom]

i thought i wouldn't end up making one of those sappy posts before the end of 2023 but here we are i guess

what i wanna say in advance is a huge thank you, and that i'm sorry

this year has been a nightmare for me and i can't stress that word enough. i won't get into details, if you follow me you may have seen some occassional rant posts. long story short though, i'm ending 2023 being mentally exhausted af and even though i'm not in my most optimistic mood, i hope 2024 will not as shitty as 2023

as of my tumblr presence, there have been some changes. i jumped from one fandom to another without completely leaving the bc fandom. i'm just not that much in the mood anymore. maybe this will change once the new album is out? we'll see 👀 and jumping to another fandom means that i lost contact with so many people from the bc fandom. i promise you i didn't do this on purpose and i don't hate or stopped liking any of you. it just... things got weird and a bit too much in my head and now idk how to keep contact without looking extremely weird in this fandom

anyway! entering another fandom has been weird not only in means of interests but also in means of communication. ever since i remember my tumblr activity in any fandom, i always tried to interact as much as possible with other accounts and talk with people, whether that was via posts or messages. in the jo fandom i feel like i have kinda failed that

i'm aware that i post a lot and i'm probably everywhere with the content updates and the gifs. and that may be annoying to some people. and i understand it, i don't like it but i understand it and i wanna apologise for being... all over the place yet not really reaching out to anyone in the fandom or building any kind of online friendship

idk if there's an accurate explanation for the way i feel about this so i'll put it in the best words possible: i wanna make jokes and have fun in here and exchange random messages or mentions in posts and talk shit or not about jo etc, but i feel like my social anxiety (both online and offline) has passed any limit i had put to it until now that i end up thinking it's actually wrong to interact with anyone in this fandom. because everyone has already connected with some people and have built a specific line of interests and you all seem so fucking cool for someone who is as insecure and scared to talk as me so i end up hiding behind my gifs, shitposts and content updates in hopes that people will like me or at least aknowledge i exist in this fandom. and again, that's all on me, there's no one to blame for this behaviour but me and my fucked up mind (which got even more fucked up in the past year). so idk, i feel like i wanna apologise for this, for being like that

however, no matter the anxiety, i must admit that the jo tumblr fandom was actually my escape when things in real life got bad bad. i've spent hours scrolling through the jo and kaarija hashtags in hopes of seeing something unhinged and funny to lift my mood and you know what? i found something every single time. and that was more than nice. if it wasn't for all of you being as funny and crazy (in a positive way) as you are, i'd feel even worse. but every time i open the jo hashtag there's someone posting a wholesome thing or saying something unhinged like how many ways has Kris listed to kill Bojan in his sleep lmao

anyway i ended up writing a lot, this could easily be an entry to the journal that i don't keep but maybe should start keeping. if you read until this point, congratulations for going through all this ramble and i'm sorry

hope 2024 is gonna be a lot different than 2023 but in a good way this time. and i hope i get better and actually get to interact more with all of you great people 💕 and obviously i hope you all have a fantastic year ahead of you 💖

[filthyjanuary]

feeling sad :(

[interneteclipse]

"pink is nice"

pairing: Valeria Garza x fem reader

synopsis: some domestic fluff backstory on Valeria's pink nails.

word count: 1.3k

tags: domestic bliss, fluff, silly wlw brainrot

A/N: Have you ever noticed Valeria has pink nails?? I have so many headcanons about her because she's just my little silly goose. Yes, she's 100% an artist and yes she has awful seasonal depression. I also think the y/n I've made for her is a beautician who does her hair and nails. Hashtag Valeria apologist lifestyle.

"Sorry that I don't have any more colors! I thought shades of pink, yellow, green, and blue would be cute for spring." You said while Valeria looked at your relatively empty nail polish organizer. "You could go with your usual picks too."

Her brows furrowed, eyes squinted, and she stood with arms crossed, deep in thought. Never have you seen someone so decisive with nail polish– it's cute, though! The people around Valeria could never see her in such a normal state– thank god you were able to witness this. You spaced out and stared at the organizer until she snapped you out of your trance.

"Pink is nice. I think I'll go with that." She kissed your cheek and handed you the nail polish, base coat, and top coat bottles. You fixed the throw pillows on your shared bed for extra cushion, one for you and one for her. She sat beside you in her spot, putting the polish next to you and handing you a nail file.

"You think you can shape them down? I think they're a little overgrown for work." She laughed while pushing her stray hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ear.

"In your terms, they are. I hate filing them down, though... you have such pretty nail beds."

"I wouldn't be able to do my job properly with anything longer, but thank you for the compliment, amor. Sweet as always."

You jokingly groan at her response, continuing to file down her right hand. You both sat in a comfortable quietness, the occasional dog barking or car driving by being the only interruptions. Valeria darted her eyes around the room before circling her sight back to you, the floor, then to her hands. By now, you were working on her base coat. Her focus returned to you when you broke the silence.

"When we first met, I saw you as a purple gal. It's a very royal color historically– it fits you." You said, observing the bottle of hot pink nail polish beside you.

"Really?"

"Mhm. You usually don't pick bright colors, so it surprised me when you chose this. What's the switch up today?" Valeria bit the inside of her lip and looked to the side, trying to come up with an answer. If she had to be honest, it was just a pretty color– one of her favorites, too. She does understand where you're coming from, though. Her nails usually match her everyday closet, which are neutrals and some hints of blue from her jeans, so she opts for either black or shades of nude. They're colors that don't stand out too much but still make her feel pretty wearing them.

"I felt a little special. Spring is here, so it feels less dead, unlike winter. Plus, our anniversary is coming up! I'm in a good mood," She used her free hand to pet your head, not wanting to mess you up by shifting to kiss you. "I think a bright color fits how I feel right now."

 You smiled at her genuine happiness. It was rare for Valeria to come home without stress, walking in carrying her anger from a mistake her employees made or a mistake she made herself. Whenever that happens to be the case (which again, is frequent), she isolates herself immediately. Despite her line of work taking a fair amount of collaboration, she works by herself most of the time. That left a lot of speculation about what 'El Sin Nombre' was truly like, and not who Valeria Garza was under her work mindset. It amazes you that you were able to get to know her with how distant she was with the people around her. You're surprised she even wanted to date you– let alone marry you.

"As long as you're happy, I'm happy, love. Speaking of our anniversary, what do you wanna do?"

"Well... I think we could both benefit from going outside. How does dinner sound? We can still cook breakfast and lunch ourselves. I know you like spending our mornings together." She giggles.

"You know me so well." You laughed, finishing the base coat, and started with the main event; the hot pink nail polish chosen by your wife.

"It really is a nice color. It makes me forget the seasonal depression we both got out of." She said, examining the sheer first layer. She was right about the seasonal depression. You both get tired during December, then exhausted trying to start the new year correctly in January and February. It starts getting better in early March when you're finally caught up with life, and the pace quickens to prepare for spring.

"Now you have me wanting to use pink too. I might go with a lighter shade so we can still match."

After about three coats, you were finishing off Valeria's nails with a glossy top coat. She looked at her other hand which was drying to admire your work.

"Good job as always, amor! When can I not trust you with my nails? Thank you."

"It's nothing! Plus, it's been a while since you've taken some time for yourself." Valeria clicked her tongue and sighed, knowing what you were referring to.

"I know, I know. I missed being home, too." The only con to being married to her; she's rarely able to be home, especially nowadays with her bigger plans. As much as you appreciate the precious texts and phone calls while she's hours away from home, dealing with something work-related, it's hard to cope with life going on without her home. Your co-workers always see you mope around whenever Valeria is long-distance, and she's more serious than usual while operating away from home. You completed each other so perfectly– it was like tearing the sun and moon apart when you weren't together.

Every conversation you and Valeria had brought you closer; it was the reason you both took interest in each other from the start. One of the more hidden interests she had was art. She isn't into doing her own art– at least not often, but she could talk about how it impacts her for hours. You remember you were on a walk with her while admiring the street art of Las Almas after coming home.

"What made you start liking street art so much? You talk about it so passionately."

"Las Almas wouldn't be itself without the street art. I think it shows the community and the will of the people. I like it for that."

"Do you have a favorite piece?"

"Hmm... I don't think I could pick one if I tried. You're always my favorite work of art, though."

It makes you glad that she sometimes treats her trips as art tours, sending you murals in a new town she arrived in. Sometimes you think in another reality, Valeria pursued art and wouldn't be as stressed and overworked as she is now. But as long as she's happy with her life, all is fine. 

"Alright, they're dry- ah!" You got pulled into a hug while Valeria laid back on the bed, bringing you down with her. She peppered your face with kisses before deeply kissing your lips and burying her face in your neck.

"Thank you again. I love you." She said, sighing into you. You were on your sides facing each other while her arms were on your waist.

"I love you too. You're welcome, by the way." You giggled, wrapping your arms around her, enjoying her loving embrace. You stayed just like that for a minute, savoring the warmth before Valeria spoke again.

"Do you want to get snacks and watch a movie together? I call it an early anniversary celebration." She said while getting up on her elbows and giving you a wink. "I may have been able to work a little extra last month to be around you more."

"Of course, I want to." She got off your shared bed, helping you up to go pick movie snacks with her.

"Alright, let's go. This week will be just for us, I promise."

[asumofwords]

🎬 au anon here! I didn't really want to write this cause it would be extremely disrespectful for me to write an alternate ending but good lordy the amount of people I've seen being sad??? it makes me feel bad for them so to the people who wanna cope lmao 😭

“AND CUT! that's it. We're can wrap it entirely up now.” the director announces and everyone claps and cheers, You hug jace, baela before leaving to hug cregan, he rubs your back in reassurance before throwing you a sweet smile.

Aemond walks over before shaking hands with cregan and give him a bro hug, “Good job, Creg.” Aemond says and Cregan nods, “You too Aemond, sorry I stole your wife.” he jokes earning a joking punch from Aemond to his chest. “Still haunting her forever though.” Aemond giggles and you scoff, which turns his attention to you, “Girlie can't catch a break.” you say which makes both Aemond and Cregan laugh, “I mean, they are meant to burn together.” cregan says and you shoot him a playful annoyed looked which makes Aemond throw his head back in laughter.

“Are you attending the wrap up party next week?” Cregan asks and you shrug, “I'm not sure, Lucerys (now aged 4) and Aenys (the 7 month old who is now 2) might not allow me the time to do so, “Speaking about them, where is Lucerys? He acted so well it gave me chills.” Aemond says and just then your eldest son's runs screaming at you and hugs his fathers leg tightly, Aemond picks him up and places a kiss on his forehead.

“They managed to give him the creepiest of dialogues.” Cregan comments making you snort, “So true tho, he can communicate with his dada.” Aemond rubs his nose against Lucerys cheek which makes him giggle. “You did good baby! I'm sure the viewers will be surprised to see you.” you kiss Lucerys on the cheek, making him giggle.

“I loved how they waited for him to grow to film the final episode, the dedication because they wanted our actual son to act as our son in the show too.” You say, earning a hum from Aemond, “When will my death air?” he asks and you chuckle, “Next week.” you say, “Can't wait to see everyone's reaction, I just know they'll be crying.” Aemond smirks which makes cregan laugh, “I'll miss aemond too, hashtag aemondforever” he says which makes you giggle.

“I can't wait to see the shipping discourse.” You hear someone say from behind and you jump, realising it's Aegon and you sigh in relief, “You fucking scared us.” you quip which makes him laugh lightly, “What are you doing here anyway? Who invited you.” you say sarcastically earning a pout from Aegon. “Damn, you didn't have to be that rude.” he rolls his eyes playfully, “And excuse you, I have a right to be here, I want to support my younger brother.” Aegon says wrapping an arm around Aemond's shoulder, though it looks awkward since Aegon is short.

“Y/N!!!!!!!!!” you hear helaena yell and you immediately embrace her, she pulls away and looks at Aemond, “You know it doesn't hurt you to smile right?” she teases and Aemond jaw drops, “I cannot smile! It's literally in the script, I'm supposed to look menacing.” he says and you nod “You did look menacing, even I am traumatized.” you agree which makes helaena laugh.

“So will you all be attending the party next week?” Cregan asks again and you shrug once again, “I would love to, but Lucerys and Aenys... And on top of that we have Visenya too now.” you remember your daughter who was just born recently.

“Aemond never beating the breeding kink allegations, not in the show, not in real life.” Aegon speaks up which causes you to laugh.

“Watch her reveal that she's pregnant with another kid now.” Jace jumps in, having heard the earlier convo and your face drops before a small smile creeps up your face and Aemond gives you a knowing look.

“No fucking way, actually?” Aegon asks shocked. And you nod.

“Dude let her rest, is your plan just to keep her full of you now?” Cregan says, earning a laugh from him, “That is my plan, yes.” he replies, which got him a smack from you.

“Seriously? Girl you just gave birth 4 months ago.” Helaena says before she glares at Aemond who just shrugs, “You really should shove a dagger deep into him, like actually.” Helaena says, rolling her eyes, which earns a smirk from Aemond, he covers his kids ears before speaking

“Mhm yes deeper haa” he says lewdly which makes your eyes pop out of your skull.

“FOR FUCKS SAKE AEMOND—”

The rest of the day was filled with laughter and you hanging out with your colleagues, spending them with them as the filming had come to an end.

Small treat for those who want to live in denial, ONCE AGAIN I'M WRITING THIS BECAUSE I FEEL BAD FOR EVERYONE HAHSHAD this isn't an official ending of sf&a, unless you wanna live in denial, but like yeah,

I LOVED THE SERIES SO MUCH.

The way I’m smiling like a good reading this!!! Omfg I LOVE IT !

[mj-iza-writer]

Sp Special Containment Part 12

If you are new to this story or you need an update, please check out the hashtag SP Special Containment. -MJ

Andy brought in Aramais's dinner.

"Sorry it's so late, it's been problem after problem today", Andy sighed as he set the tray down.

Aramais grinned as Andy sat in a chair and sighed in relief.

"Doing okay over there?", Aramais chuckled as he got up to look at the food.

"I'll be fine", Andy grinned, "I don't know how Caretaker is keeping up with everything. You trying to shower. A late morning meeting leads into an escaped Jaimie, then a caregiver meeting with the Director. Meetings with you Jaimie and Whumpee. Oh and Mitch went into survival mode today as well."

"Did he?", Aramais sat on his bed to eat.

"Yes, Cass handled it really well. Mitch says he is about to lose it though, he's tired of sitting in that chair", Andy frowned.

Aramais listened and nodded, "yep, that chair can get really uncomfortable if you are in there for long. Coming from experience", Aramais sighed, "you said Cass did good?"

"Earlier I guess Mitch had mentioned that reading has helped him calm down. In the midst of Mitch freaking out Cass calmly read to him until Mitch came out of it", Andy watched Aramais pick at an orange, "want me to peel it for you?"

Aramais nodded.

Andy got up and took the orange.

"I know your fingers don't work right", Andy sighed.

"At least the more useful ones don't", Aramais looked at his hands, "they've been broken so many times."

"I wanted to talk to you about something though", Andy handed the peeled orange to Aramais.

"Thanks", Aramais sighed, "about what?"

"Do you have something that calmed you down? I thought about it when Cass was talking about Mitch and reading", Andy sat down again, "maybe if you have something that keeps you calm, we can use that for showering."

Aramais thought for a minute, "I guess music has always interested me. I don't know if I'd say it calms me though. I've never tested it. I'm just use to my trainers listening to it."

"Would you be interested in trying", Andy smiled.

"Not today I don't want to. Maybe tomorrow we can", Aramais finished the orange, "I don't remember what music though."

"Could you ask the Director two things for me", Aramais watched Andy get up and collect the empty tray, "it doesn't have to be today, you've been busy. Just when you see him next."

"Sure", Andy lifted Aramais's bottle to see how full it was, "not quite empty yet, I'll stop by before you go to bed and fill it."

Aramais nodded, "thanks, can you ask him if I can see the room Mitch will be staying in, then can I be in the hall when he gets transferred."

"I will ask him, but I don't know if he will go for it", Andy sighed.

"Doesn't hurt to ask", Aramais sighed, "thankyou for dinner."

In the morning, Aramais squinted his eyes open.

An annoyingly cheerful face smiled at him.

Aramais looked up tiredly at the person.

"I wondered if I heard the buzzer go off", Aramais sighed groggily, "I was much to tired to care", Aramais let his head fall back into the pillow, "what do you want? Sorry to be straight forward, I'm not a morning weapon. If you want one of those, go find Jaimie."

"Andy warned me", the Director chuckled, "I'm answering a text I received last night about your request."

Aramais looked up again, "hmm."

"I will allow you to see the room, but I had hoped you'd help me with it", the Director sighed, "as for being in the hall during the transfer, I don't know if that is a good idea."

"It was worth a shot", Aramais sighed and sat up, "want me to throw on a shirt, or are you okay seeing my scars."

"No no, you're fine", the Director looked at Aramais's chest, "no need to worry."

"What do you need help with?", Aramais rubbed his face, "it's going to cost you."

"I figured, you normally cost me something when you do favors", the Director chuckled again, "what are you thinking?"

"I don't know, what are you having me do?", Aramais got up to grab his water, then went back to the bed, "it's cold in here", Aramais shivered.

Aramais looked at one of the cameras, "can I talk one of the guards into turning on some heat please."

"We're on it, Aramais", a guard came over the speaker.

"Thanks", Aramais sighed, "so what's going on?"

"The room Mitch is being transferred to was originally going to be your room. It has higher security and safety measures", the Director explained, "once we figured out that you would be okay in this room, we stopped construction on it. We have a couple days before I promised Mitch that the room would be ready. I was hoping you could test the room for me so I know it's ready for a higher leveled weapon. You can do whatever you want to test the room for me. I want to know people will be safe in there with Mitch."

Aramais yawned, "I can do that, Andy, Cass, and you need to be there."

"I can do that. Cass will be here after lunch, they have class until then", the Director stood.

"I'm not done yet", Aramais frowned and watched the Director sit down again, "I don't think Cass is aware of what they are getting into, I heard about them watching videos with Whumpee. I need to scare them. Allow me to do that, I will not hurt them, but they need a warning. I do not want a guard sedating me as I'm going to try to shower today. Andy and I are going to try a new plan."

"What are you going to do with Cass?", the Director looked at Aramais nervously.

"I'm not sure yet, I know they are scared of me, they've said it enough times already. They need to know that this isn't a game. If Mitch wants to, he can do some serious damage. It would be better for me to scare them, and know they won't get injured, then to chance them getting injured or killed by Mitch."

The Director sighed, "okay, I get what you are saying, but I don't like where it's going."

Aramais nodded, "Cass will be okay, I won't hurt them."

"Now for my payment", Aramais grinned, "I'll make it easy. Can you talk Andy into signing off for me to get thicker slippers. I love these things so much, and I want more, but he says I don't need them. I want thick, warm ones."

"You weapons crack me up, Whumpee requested a stuffed toy when I talked to them about Mitch. You want slippers. Maybe I should go see if Jaimie wants something special and send the caregivers on a shopping trip", the Director shook his head, "if I didn't read your records I wouldn't believe that you three were dangerous."

Aramais laughed, "we can't help it, we need to milk this containment one way or another. Why not ask for things we've wanted for a long time?"

Andy rolled Aramais to the room where guards waited.

They were buzzed in and Andy set to work undoing the wheelchair straps.

Aramais looked around the room.

It was about the same size as his room, but it was divided in half by a wall of prison bars.

In the outer room, a metal table was pushed against the bars. A book shelf and a few other furniture pieces were placed.

Aramais went behind the bars and allowed a guard to lock him in.

Cass came in just as Aramais was grabbing the bars.

Aramais looked around. It was a lot like his room just a little tighter, just less space.

Aramais shook the bar door violently.

It creaked with the movements.

"You want to make sure these bars are solid, I shouldn't be able to shake it like this", Aramais moved down the bars and tried to squeeze through, "some of us have been trained to get through tight spaces like this. We have been known to break ribs to do it. Definitely watch that, plus I can reach out pretty far."

Another table was pushed against the bars, facing the table on the other side. Aramais moved it around.

"I recommend bolting this table to the floor and that wall", Aramais pointed, "Cass sit right their."

Cass gulped, but did as Aramais said.

Aramais lifted the table that was inside of the prison bars and poked it out of the bars.

"This is a good way to get stabbed", Aramais sighed, and put the table down. He pushed it to the wall, "weld it down to the floor and the wall. Same with this chair. Weld it close enough to the table, but it should not move."

Aramais looked around, "the bed is fine, solid just like mine, but no hiding spots. The toilet and sink are fine."

Aramais looked at the table on the other side of the bars.

"Maybe consider moving this one. If not, like I said weld it down so he can't reach through and flip it on top of you. Also, if it stays here, you should put a metal piece about as tall as my neck to block him from reaching out for you. Though keep in mind he could climb on it as well. Your chair should have wheels on it, so you can back up quickly."

Aramais looked at the Director, "be careful what comes in here, anything is a weapon", Aramais grinned and pulled one of his slippers off, then threw it.

The slipper slid right through the bars and smacked the wall on the other side.

"Anything can hurt you", Aramais eyed Cass.

"Cass could you bring me my slipper back, please", Aramais looked at the Director as if in warning.

Cass quickly nodded and grabbed it.

Aramais reached out, but instead of grabbing the slipper he grabbed Cass by the collar of their shirt and pulled them close to the bars.

"Aramais, what are you doing?", Andy yelled.

The Director held onto Andy's shoulder to stop him.

Cass struggled against Aramais's grip.

"Stop struggling, I'm not going to hurt you, but you need to head my warning. You are about to take care of a dangerous weapon, we are not toys. We were trained to kill without remorse, without a second thought. At your age I was picked up off of the streets, just like Mitch was. I was promised shelter, food, and warmth. Years later, through blood, sweat, tears, and pain, I became this. Don't think for a minute Mitch will have mercy on you if you get into this situation with him. He will kill you or hurt you in a way that makes you wish he did kill you. Am I clear?"

Cass gulped and nodded quickly.

"We are trained sociopaths, he will mix up your brain enough until you become so mixed up you won't know what's right or wrong", Aramais made a sad expression, "I don't want this for you. He knows how to train weapons, you could end up as messed up as us."

Cass was absolutely terrified now.

"I'm going to let go of you momentarily Cass, you say out of the four of us I intimidate you the most", Aramais sighed, "please remember this then, I know I'm scary, but I'm the one letting go of you, you may not be so lucky if Mitch turns on you", Aramais sighed, "hold onto the bars so when I let you go you won't fall to the concrete."

With shaky hands Cass gripped the bars.

Aramais looked down sadly before releasing his grip.

Cass scrambled back, "why didn't I get help from either of you?", Cass looked at the Director and Andy.

"I knew he was going to do it", the Director frowned, "I think you needed that reminder from someone who knows how Mitch's brain works, I think you are ready for this I truly do, but you need to exercise a bit more caution when dealing with the weapons."

Cass couldn't hide tears from their face, "I need to get out of here", Cass went to the door and ran out.

"Where did that come from?", Andy grabbed the slipper Cass has dropped and gave it to Aramais.

"They needed it", Aramais took the slipper and put it back on, "I know I went too far, but looking deep into their eyes, and knowing Mitch could try. I don't want this for them."

"Do you think Mitch could try to sneak some training in, and make Cass a weapon?", the Director frowned.

"Yes", Aramais gave a concerned nod, "whole heartedly."

Cass ran by Caretaker who was pushing Whumpee through the hall.

"Hey Cass, oh why are you crying?", Caretaker gave a concerned expression.

Whumpee looked at Cass as well, "did Mitch do something?"

"No Aramais", Cass sobbed, "I just had the crap scared out of me, and the Director and Andy just watched it happen."

"Oh", Caretaker looked at Cass with concern, "here, we were just looking for a big window to look out of for a while. Why don't you join us?"

"Okay, I'd like that", Cass nodded as they wiped their face with their sleeve.

Caretaker looked down the hall and saw the Director was watching. He gave a half annoyed salute before he started to walk with Cass and Whumpee.

Caretaker locked Whumpee into place so they could look outside, then sat next to Cass.

"I do this occasionally so Whumpee can see something else, I'm trying to talk the Director into a porch place so they can go outside and get some fresh air", Caretaker sighed.

Cass watched as Whumpee happily leaned as much as the chair restraints would allow. They looked around and watched birds fly past.

"It's so nice for you to do this for them", Cass grinned.

"So tell me what happened. I want all of the details", Caretaker sat back to listen.

"So I got a text this morning that I needed to meet the Director, Andy, and Aramais in Mitch's new holding room after lunch. I got in just as Aramais was starting. It was cool to hear him point out all of the problems that needed to be fixed before the room was ready. He knew exactly what could happen. I even helped with some things", Cass watched another bird come by.

"Aramais said anything could be a weapon then proceeded to pull his slipper off and throw it. The slipper slid right through the bars and smacked the wall, that was cool to see the skills he had to do that", Cass looked down, "Aramais asked me if I could get his slipper, so I retrieved it and walked it over to him. He grabbed me by my shirt collar and pulled me closer. No one helped me. After that, the Director admitted he knew Aramais was going to do it and let it happen. How is that safe?"

"Hmm, did Aramais say anything?", Caretaker frowned.

"Yes, he said along the lines that I needed to head his warning that they are not toys. That they can kill without remorse. Which I know that, I've read all the reports", Cass sighed, "he said he was like Mitch, pulled off the streets, and made into this. They said I wouldn't be so lucky if Mitch turned on me, but he wouldn't, would he? He's been nice to me."

"Well sometimes they don't mean to turn, sometimes they may have a response to something, and become dangerous. Did he say anything else?", Caretaker prodded.

"Yes, he said Mitch could try to turn me into a weapon. That he would mess with my brain", Cass looked angrily, "am I really that weak?"

"It's not about weakness, Cass. It's about knowing what is going on", Caretaker sighed, "you're so bent on being judged for your age and level here that you are completely missing the point of our warnings. Maybe Aramais felt he needed to scare you in a way that you would get it."

Cass looked away.

"Cass when you were in charge of Whumpee, you watched online videos with Whumpee. You had the guards on the edge of their seat waiting for if Whumpee would get triggered into survival mode. You were cuddled closely to a dangerous weapon on their bed", Caretaker talked in a stern voice, "we don't even know what all the triggers are yet. I don't mind you watching the videos with Whumpee, I think it's cool Whumpee was able to find out they wanted a toy, but you were not being safe."

"I'm sorry", Cass sighed, "I guess I'm so use to fighting for my place. I felt I had to here as well."

"No, but remember we were once juniors as well", Caretaker smiled.

"I would have preferred to have Aramais as my trainer", Whumpee looked back at Cass, "I trust him more. Plus, he takes care of us and watches out for us."

"How so?", Cass looked at Caretaker.

"One of their triggers is showering. Whumpee themself has gone into survival mode just passing the shower room. Other sights have had guards get injured."

"Yes, I read about those reports", Cass nodded.

"Aramais is forcing himself to shower so we can find a way to help the others. This is causing him a lot of problems, but he's doing it for us to be able to help the others", Caretaker looked at Whumpee, "he often voices his opinion so that the weapons have a voice. Nothing is allowed to get past him, he won't allow it. He seems to have their best interests in mind at all times."

"I have an idea, see if Andy will let you come into the shower with Aramais today. I think it might be good for you to witness", Caretaker stood, "maybe witnessing it first hand will help you understand."

Andy felt his phone vibrate.

"Aramais, Cass is wondering if they can be present when you shower", Andy grinned, "I guess Caretaker thinks it will be a good training lesson."

Aramais looked up from a bag of chips, "I'm surprised they want to be close to me after what I did to them", Aramais sighed, "I guess they deserve to see me at my weakest, it's fine."

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[sickiebabytae]

If your requests are still open and if you have time, can I request a scenerio where a member eats something way too late at night (like ramen or something) and wakes up in the morning really nauseous? My brain is screaming either Jungkook or Namjoon but I’ll leave the sickie up to you! ❤️ thanks in advance!! I love your writing

thank you so much for the request, anon!! I'm so so sorry it's taken me literally forever to get to this, and that I kind of derailed a bit when it came to the original plot 😭😭 I hope this is still to your liking!

sickie: jungkook

caretaker: namjoon

word count: 2125

jungkook knows this will be a bad idea the moment he sets out the (six) ramen cups neatly on the table, but rational thinking isn't really in his ballpark right now. he's been feeling stressed out from their tour lately, and feels as if he hasn't been performing as well as he should be, so he thinks he needs a good stress-eating session to get his mind off of things. 

but as jungkook takes a step back and looks at the ramen cups laid out, he can't help but laugh to himself. "this is so stupid." he murmurs, pulling out his phone. this is something he thinks army might enjoy. plus, he's been trying to be more active on Twitter recently. he captions the photo with something funny and his hashtag before setting his phone down and beginning.

just as he finishes getting through the first cup and a half, lips already zinging with spice, he feels his phone vibrate against the table. he picks it up and sees it's a message from namjoon.

rapmon hyung: jungkook what the hell are you doing

rapmon hyung: I saw your post -_-

jungkook feels a sheepish smile spread across his face.

jungkook: … I'm eating my emotions

jungkook: :D

rapmon hyung: good god jungkook

rapmon hyung: this screams bad idea, you know

rapmon hyung: your stomach is going to hate you tomorrow :/

jungkook: ill be fine hyung dw

jungkook: we've got a off day tomorrow anyways, it'll be fine

rapmon hyung: you know jimin wants to go sightseeing tomorrow

jungkook: yeah, I know, I'll be okay for it :)

jungkook: please don't worry hyung, it cant turn out THAT bad

jungkook can practically hear namjoon sighing from his hotel room a few doors down

rapmon hyung: okay fine

rapmon hyung: I trust you

rapmon hyung: but don't say i didn't warn you

jungkook: ay ay captain

with that, jungkook returns to his food.

this was definitely a bad idea, jungkook thinks to himself when he's all done. well, mostly done. by the last two he couldn't bring himself to finish off the soup at the bottom. his stomach is already bloated and full beyond belief.

he decides to make light of the situation and posts an update to twitter with one photo of the (nearly) empty ramen cups and one selfie of him looking, very rightly, in pain. his lips feel swollen and his nose won't stop running and itching from the spice, eyes watery too. he throws all the cups away and shuffles into the bathroom, washing his face down and stifling a burp into his hand. he shudders and sighs. "you idiot, jungkook," the singer whispers to himself, voice thick. he pushes himself back out to his room and gets into bed. maybe lying down will help him digest, he thinks, all lessons he's ever learned in his entire life failing to come to him as his eyes start drooping closed. he feels like he's going to be sick already and he doesn't like it. maybe he'll just… rest his eyes for a moment. let the world fall silent around him. yeah, yeah that's what he'll do. 

against his will, jungkook begins to fall asleep, and he drifts off before he's even able to stop himself.

jungkook wakes up in the middle of the night, sweaty and stomach cramping. he winces and sits up instantly. "oh god- fuck-" he swings his legs over the side of the bed, but that alone forces stomach acid up that burns his throat as he burps. he places a hand over his mouth and cringes, swallowing. "shit-" he freezes in place with no idea what to do. how did this happen? he feels so much worse than when he did when he-

he fell asleep. a groan leaves his lips. he just had to have fallen asleep. his stomach is killing him, bubbling and churning. he thinks he's going to throw up. 

moving slowly, he shuffles to the table and grabs his phone. more stomach acid burns up his throat, swallowing again. he goes to text namjoon since he seemed to be the only one who was caught up with his shenanigans the night before and sees that he missed a message right before he fell asleep.

rapmon hyung: jungkook you look terrible-

rapmon hyung: did you really eat all of that??

jungkook sighs before reluctantly sending a text of his own, deciding to ignore namjoon's. he only hopes that namjoon is either still awake or won't wake up from the message notification. he just wants someone to know what's happening

jungkook: I feel sick

jungkook: really sick

jungkook: I'm really sorry :( 

jungkook shuffles back to bed and sits down, not wanting to lay back in case it makes whatever acid reflux is going on worse. he jolts with a hiccup and grimaces, untucking his shirt from the jeans he'd forgotten to change out of that keep digging into his stomach. he slips his hand in between the hemline and his abdomen to give it some leeway, sighing when it provides the slightest bit of relief. he knows he should get up and change, but he doesn't want to risk it. he feels like the tiniest movement will set his stomach off.

his phone vibrates in his other hand to jungkook's surprise and he lifts it to look at the screen to see namjoon having responded to his message.

rapmon hyung: god kid I told u

rapmon hyung: hold on

rapmon hyung: I'm coming over

jungkook's eyes widen, mortified already. namjoon cant come, he knows he looks a mess.

jungkook: no no no-

jungkook: hyung it's fine really

jungkook: I just felt like someone should know

jungkook: hyung-

as jungkook types out his next text, he hears knocking at the door followed by a hushed, "jungkook? are you in there?"

jungkook suppresses a groan and slowly pushes himself to stand, stifling a low whimper when his stomach churns in protest. he makes his way to the door, unable to straighten properly from just how full and in pain he is, and opens it with cheeks flushed with both shame and the beginnings of what might be a fever. jungkook doesn't know at this point. "hey, hyung." he murmurs. he can't bring himself to meet namjoon's eyes.

he hears the leader sigh and make his way in, warm hands coming to rest by jungkook's sides. "you idiot, come on. let's go back to bed. I'll grab you some clothes."

jungkook manages a few short nods, trudging his way back to bed and laying down in a curled up position, fighting back a grimace and laying his hand back over his stomach. he can vaguely make out namjoon shuffling around the room, grumbling under his breath. probably something to do with jungkook's clothing organization. or lack thereof; jungkook has always had a bit of an unorthodox way of storing his clothes while on tour. it's just how his brain works, okay?

still keeping his gaze averted, jungkook feels the bed dip next to him. he allows himself the smallest of glances and notices the clothes on namjoon's lap. jungkook can't help but smile; those are some of his favorite pyjamas to wear on hard days. he didn't know that namjoon had picked up on it.

"arms up." namjoon orders gently. jungkook reluctantly complies. he can't help but blush when namjoon pulls his soiled, sweaty shirt off, feeling embarrassed that namjoon has to deal with this. to top it off, jungkook shivers when the air conditioning hitting him, realizing belatedly that his bloated stomach is now on display and painfully obvious. jungkook finds himself wrapping his arms around it as quickly as possible and curling in on himself. 

namjoon sighs. "jungkook-ah, look at me please." 

jungkook shakes his head stubbornly. but before he knows it, namjoon's hand comes up to his cheek and tilts his head up, their eyes meeting. jungkook finally clocks just how welled up with tears his are, and he can see it when namjoon clocks it, too. "jungkook, are you crying??"

at that, jungkook feels his bottom lip quiver. a sob bubbles up out of him, unexpectedly. "fuck, I'm sorry-" he tries to look away again, but namjoon doesn't let up. 

"hey hey, no, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make it sound like such a big deal I just-" namjoon sighs again. "you're feeling really sick, huh?"

jungkook manages a pathetic nod. another sob. 

namjoon gives a nod back. "okay, that's okay." he says; it sounds like he's talking more to himself than jungkook, but the maknae is too caught up in his self pity to notice it all that much. "we can get through this, not the first time one of us has gotten knocked down."

"but… the sightseeing… the others-"

"will understand if you can't make it tomorrow." namjoon promises with a gentle smile. "now let's finish getting you changed so you don't get more sick from the cold hitting you." 

it's been an hour and jungkook has yet to fall asleep. namjoon lays next to him, having already drifted off a while ago, snoring away without a care in the world. jungkook is extremely jealous. his stomach is still gurgling and churning and it doesn't seem to want to provide him with any relief any time soon.

slowly, carefully, jungkook pushes himself up into a sitting position, afraid that he might choke on the productive burps that keep crawling up his throat. he worries at his fingers. his breathing feels short and heavy and jungkook swears under his breath. he hates this. he hates being sick. arguably more than anything in the world. he hates feeling so gross and out of control and-

great, he's crying again. jungkook shoves his head into his hands and tries not to make too much sound. this is all his fault, and he knows it, and that makes the whole situation so much worse somehow; this disaster is a product of his own making.

jungkook's head continues to swim and swirl with thoughts, and before he knows it, something heavy rushes up his throat. his mouth waters dangerously, a sour feeling coating the back of his tongue and weighing it down. he's definitely going to throw up. he feels it coming on, and fast.

throwing the sheets off himself as quickly as he can, jungkook hurries to the bathroom and shuts the door behind him, hand clamped over his mouth. he crouches in front of the toilet with a few heavy pants, white-knuckling the sides of the bowl. the first wave of vomit comes out of him with a guttural gag before jungkook can even fully process that it's happened. and then another wave comes out. and then another. and then he's rolling; more specifically, his stomach is rolling. agonizingly so. 

jungkook tries his hardest to be quiet. he really, really does. but it's difficult to do so when each round of puke rips his breath from his chest and burns the way up his throat, eliciting involuntarily whimpers and groans and pants.

he feels a warm hand on his back before he registers the fact that someone has joined him in the bathroom; namjoon. jungkook can't help but give a choked sob. "i-i'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you, I-"

"shh," namjoon hushes. "it's okay. just get everything up, it'll help you feel better."

namjoon's calm, deep voice helps some of the tension leave jungkook's muscles, but they quickly seize up again when he has to throw up once more.

after another five minutes or so go by, the last few filled with nothing but weak, unproductive gags and pants as jungkook tries to regain his breath, namjoon decides to make the executive decision that jungkook is done. the leader reaches over to flush the toilet and helps jungkook to his feet. "come on, let's wash out your mouth and go to bed."

jungkook gives a weak moan but lets himself be dragged to the sink, pliable. now that his stomach is left with nothing more than a dull ache, and waves of relief continually washing over him from the nausea finally being gone, jungkook is tired. so, so tired. he barely feels it as namjoon guides him through washing out his mouth and leading him back to bed, helping jungkook sit on the edge as namjoon shuffles off to grab a new shirt, jungkook having soiled the one he'd changed into from sweat. 

the boy is practically already out cold by the time he's been changed and tucked in. the last thing he registers is a gentle touch brushing back his hair and the familiar voice of his leader whispering for him to "sleep well, jungkookie."

[detroitbecomeonline]

Hello to a bunch of my new followers! My name is Trinity and I'd like to run through some of what my blog supports, my opinions, and other stuff. Feel free to message me anytime or you can lurk like the little goblins you are >:)

I reblog a lot of art, comics, and memes. I like to interpret canon by analysing specific choices on a timeline based on the end outcome. Basically that means I believe a character is canonically horrible, nice, cute, a killer, a saviour, etc. all simutaneously. If you have a take, I probably have evidence to support it even if I don't like it LMAO

My favourite character is Connor because he (apart from Hank) is the only character with strong internal conflict (and I go feral over characters with internal conflict). I enjoy Rose and Adam's interpersonal conflicts with each other, I love Hank and Connor's interpersonal conflict (probably for the same reasons as everyone else: it's funny af), and I found the relationship development between North and Markus rushed and disappointing.

I don't really hardcore romantic-ship anything, but I enjoy a bit of simarkus, and mainly reed900. Reed900 is so, so horrible that it makes me laugh. Make android-racist kiss the upgraded version of the android he hates most. A well-deserved punishment lmaooooo 💀 Also I love the fanon dynamics it's too good.

I like to ship Hank and Connor as father and son because that's such a vibe to me!!! Most of the time, hankcon makes me uncomfortable because of this, but I'm vibing and it's okay if you like to interpret their relationship the romantic way. (Multiple timeline brain, after all^.) I keep the hankcon hashtag hidden but sometimes I sneak a peak hoping it's a funny comic alskdhskjdhd I used to get jumpscared by hankcon because I interpret them as father and son, but nowadays I look at it and go "ah yes, not My timeline" and travel back through the wormhole whence I came 🥴 I can still appreciate some of the art tho!! Btw I'm chill if you tag my some of my stuff as hankcon I don't care 💅

I like to see the RKs as brothers in one universe, but I don't mind the RK ships in another universe. These ships are like a true neutral for me, but the brothers is preferred :) I think I just like family dynamics lmao

I dislike the main fanon interpretations of Sixty, but I do love the memes of him being a dumbass. I like memes of any character being a dumbass. It makes my dumb ass feel less of a dumb. Also it's funny

I REALLY love meta and analysis. I soak that up like a sponge. I love when people throw essays at me or a ramble comes across my feed. I love it so much. Analyse the symbolism!!! Do it do it!!! I will lick the screen like an RK800 I don't care I am Normal about proper good analysis.

I don't really read much fic and if I say I'm going to read something, give me about 1 business month. (I'm not exaggerating I'm so sorry.) I'm more of a content creator than consumer, so I spend my free time making stuff and then I consume when my brain needs to chill out or the guilt gets too strong.

You can find all the stuff I create on my pinned content master post. <3

Once again, feel free to message me or throw me posts but if there is one thing that tops it all: If you find any content of Connor suffering, I require it to live. That's my oxygen. If Connor is reduced to nothing but his entrails on a table and a CPU propped up on a stand, I will be so happy LOL sorry Connor. Get shot homie

Bonus: The PM700 is cool as hell and I have a blondman crush on the WR600 who gave Kara directions to Zlatko's 💀👌

Bonus bonus: Mega crush on Connor too!!! Also I love Zlatko's monsters ok I'll shut up now

[clash-of-the-wizards]

IMPORTANT COMPETITION UPDATE(S)

Okay, this is absolutely bonkers. I already have OVER 100 submissions, creeping up on 200, in just over 24 hours. SO I'm making an executive decision. Sorry. I'm allowed to do that.

NOMINATIONS WILL BE CLOSED ON MONDAY, FEBRUARY 27, AT 6:30 AM EST !!!!

This now gives you guys approximately 38 hours to throw your wizards at me and hope you get in! Best of luck to all of you, by the way, I'm getting some REALLY fun submissions. Keep them coming!

BRACKET COMPETITORS WILL BE ANNOUNCED ON TUESDAY, FEBRUARY 28 AT 6:30 PM EST

This allows mod Hermann (me) 36 hours to sort out all of the competitors, discuss with their dad about what does and does not fit the qualifications, gather numbers, and figure out if I need to throw together any losers brackets or short-term polls to determine final slots or battles between fandoms

If a poll does need to be thrown together to sort out a battle between a fandom or a tie in votes, that poll will be open for 24 hours. Whoever wins will be included in the bracket

There will only be one wizard per fandom allowed to be entered in the final 32-person bracket

Remember, if I'm late posting, I'm a human with a life! It will be posted, I promise

ROUND ONE OF POLLS WILL BE OPENED ON WEDNESDAY, MARCH 1, AT 7 AM

Each poll will be opened for 24 hours

There will be a 36-hour period between the end of a poll, and the opening of the next round. This allows mod Hermann (me) time to sort out contestants, confer with their dad about whatever the hell he has to say (he is your co-mod after all), and create the next bracket and poster images

Is this, by chance, your first post about the clash of the wizards? Want to participate and submit a wizard? Then make sure you check out THIS POST to learn all the rules, and get access to the form you can submit your wizards through.

ALSO IMPORTANT

I use a plethora of hashtags throughout my posts. Let me lay those out for you so you can sort out the important stuff

#clash of the wizards is for all things dedicated to this competition. Wanna post something about it? Throw that tag at it. I also sometimes use #wizard showdown

#clash of the wizards announcements is for posts like this-- important stuff about the competition and the way its gonna work

#clash of the wizards general is for the funny stuff, like random announcements or twosies shoutouts

#wizard propaganda is when I post about or reblog a post about one specific nomination. Wanna post propaganda about why someone should vote your wizard? Tag #wizard propaganda ! I'll probably reblog it too! And if you tag me in it, I definitely will!

#clash of the wizards polls is where all of the polls will be stored, no matter how dire their results may be! Looking for a poll? Check in there!

#mod hermann loves their dad is a much less important, less official tag, just used to talk about stuff my dad is saying about the competition, since he's helping me co-manage it from his study

And another reminder, have fun! So many of you guys have taken to digging into those NICHE ass sources and are full on infodumping to me in the forms, and you guys have no idea how much I appreciate it. Hell, you've given me a months-long read/watch list just by participating! I picked up The Color of Magic from my local library just this afternoon because of you Discworld fans and that fucking pathetic ass man Rincewind! I'm so so so glad you're all invested in this, and you should be proud to be invested in this too! It's obvious we're bringing a community together, and I love it! Thank you!

Now, enough sappy and business stuff

LET'S GET REALLY FUCKING READY FOR A MAGIC USER BATTLE TO THE DEATH, TUMBLR! WOOOOO!

[fountainpenguin]

Traffic Time

[Inhales deeply]

I hope y'all are ready to be reminded that I am traffic life trash because boy we are going for a ride.

I was on Tumblr hiatus throughout most of 2021 and 2022, so y'all didn't get to see me liveblog Double Life and Limited Life (I'll have to dig up the doodles I posted on other platforms... I also did a ton of Naked and Scared and Skyblock doodles because... Imp and Skizz my beloveds <3), but I plan to reblog stuff to this blog too.

I've also got a shiny new Life fan series 'fic ready to go. It's called Dog's Life and it'll update Tuesdays. Is this the dawn of a new era where I actually post short chapters?? idk

At the moment I'm just planning the one 'fic since I don't have a lot of plans to mess with the world itself and all I really want to do is a character analysis 'fic about arranged marriages and consensual murder, but I'd love to write one nice 'fic for all my fandoms before I retire from 'fic writing someday, so here we go!

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Tags to block [if you want to] will be #trafficblr / #traffic life smp and my 'fic is #Dog's Life. Also, I'll use #traffic soulmates to cover reblogs / fanart of the Double Life soulmate pairs and #Imp and Skizz for anything Naked and Scared and/or their Skyblock.

I'll use #mcyt too which will cover all the Minecraft YouTuber content regardless of server.

I'm not in the habit of reblogging blood to this blog [hashtag author has hemophobia :') ] but there might be a little here and there depending on my mood, which I'll tag as #tw blood if they end up here. Not likely, but better safe than sorry.

If we get a Traffic Life Season 5, I'll also make a new post with my season spoiler tag so you can block that if you like. I'll also use the tag #traffic life spoilers for content I personally deem spoilery, but if you're trying to avoid spoilers in general... tread with caution here, because I'm not planning to tag all the things that happen as spoilers.

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My queue is already full of 200+ posts of my usual fandom content, so that's not going away- I'm just throwing a new fandom into the mix because... when you love relationship drama combined with unhinged violence as much as I do but you've got a blood phobia, then man is it nice to have a SFW, blood-free fighting series to sink your teeth in <3

I do highly recommend giving 3rd Life [AKA Traffic Life Season 1] a chance if you haven't before because it's a lot of fun-- I feel like it has a similar vibe to my writing style which is very "large cast of characters," "relationship drama," "up and down emotional jolts," "domestic stuff," "fluff pivoting into angst," and "magical realism," so if you follow this blog and enjoy my other fanfics, maybe you'll like the Life series too.

I think that covers everything. Enjoy!

[randomscropio]

If Moonflower was in The Bad Guys: part 11

Tiffany Fluffet: The bad guys go bust. And i, Tiffany Fluffet, am first on the scene.

Chief Misty Lugons: It's the end of the bad guys!

She slaps Mr. Wolf on the back and he yelps in pain.

The bad guys are being shoved into a police van there are two officers getting Moonflower in the van to insurer she won't escape. Moonflower's wings are bound so she can't fly away (and to make sure that everyone knows where she is even if she is camifloged).

Mr. Wolf looks down at his tail which is drooping. He turns around.

Mr. Wolf: I know we stole something but let me speak please.

The rest of the bad guys look at each other with confused expressions.

Mr. Wolf: But sadly, we were never even given a chance to be more than villains! If only someone could help the flower of goodness inside us blossom! Like, uh, I don't know, Mother Teresa? (shrugs) I guess the best thing you can do is lock us up for the rest of our hopeless lives.

Chief Misty Lugons: Yeah that's the plan!

Mr. Wolf: Wait, wait, wait!

The cheif picks him up and almost throws him in.

Professor Marmalade: Wait! He does have a point. Even though he is bad, basically walking garbage! Sorry I'm making a point.

Mr. Wolf: Do what you have to.

Professor Marmalade: But how do we know that they can't be good if they've never been given a chance? Why don't we try a little experiment Diane? I can teach them how to be good, and I'll show them at the gala for goodness, the hashtag charity event of the year, and we see how good they can be!

Cheif Misty Lugons: Professor no! Can't you see he's playing you?

Professor Marmalade: But it was my idea!

Mr. Wolf: It was his idea!

Cheif Misty Lugons: Only because you made him have it!

Diane Foxenton: Professor I'm not putting the city in danger for an experiment I mean, (points to Moonflower) if she wanted to she could kill everyone!

Moonflower: What makes you think I'd want to!?

Mr. Wolf: Excuse me, governor! I think I remember someone say, even trash can be recycled into something beautiful.

Diane Foxenton: Okay, but only because it's you, professor, and to avoid... temptation I think I should keep the golden dolphin until the gala.

Professor Marmalade: Of course! That's why you're the governor!

Mr. Wolf takes off his handcuffs.

Mr. Wolf: I believe that these belong to you cheif!

He goes into the van.

Diane Foxenton: Well I'll see you all there! Mr. Poodleton.

Mr. Wolf closes the door and Moonflower is right in front of him when he turns around.

Mr. Wolf: Ahh! Geez Moon, did you have to do that?

Moonflower: What are you planning?

Me. Wolf: Oh right.

He sits down on a seat.

Mr. Wolf: We're going good!

Moonflower: I'm not following.

Mr. Shark: Did you get hit on the head?

Mr. Wolf: What? N-

Mr. Shark: My cousin got hit on the head with an anchor and after that, he only swam in circles.

Mr. Wolf: Guys let me explain!

Th rest of the bad guys look at him.

Mr. Wolf: We're going to pretend to go good, and then we'll go into the gala and walk out, scott free, with

The rest of the bad guys in unison: The golden dolphin!

Mr. Wolf: You got it! The bad guys pretend to be the good guys, to stay the bad guys! You know what I'm saying?

Mr. Snake: Bad guys pretending to be good guys? It's the ultimate bad guys thing! Wolf! You're a genius!

Mr. Wolf: This is gonna be such an easy con that it's going to be a vacation!

Mr. Pirrhana: Oh oh oh! A concation!

The team laughs.

Mr. Shark: Ooooo! My parents met on a concation!

[imraespace]

warninf this ask is very long…….. i yapped a lil too hard im sorry ☹️🙏

HIHIIH HELP I JUST SAW YOUR POST I ACTUALLY DONT KNOW HOW I HAVE THE PATIENCE FOR IT like for my first bachisagi animation i.. was doing that for a full 15 hours..! not my proudest moment but i was dedicated. i got 35 likes #VIRAL!!! stop im so salty about it 💔

and then i made an itoshi brothers angst animation it got a little more attention in a short amount of time but it still ended with like.. 37 likes HELPME STOP I WAS SO DEDICATED AND IT WAS KINDA FUN ☹️ like as i rewatch it like obviously i can see mistakes that i would probably be able to fix now but it took like 3-4 days to actually finish so thats.. 💔💔

and then we have other animations that i dont even wanna consider thinking about bc forgot but i remember doing a nagireo one and it was 3 imgs BUT I DID IT SO QUICKLY THAY WAS THE PEAK OF MY ERASING CAREER. i got 42 liked hashtag ated hahstag egoist

so now im working on the sae mala thing that like you suggested but the fanart im tweening on is like i dont even know i just dont wanna do it bc i spend more time erasing and getting hair particles and atoms that i somehow only see when im actually finally animating.. 💔

okay wait back to the usual daily rant HIHHIIHIHI HOW ARE YOU POCKY I SCTUALLY CUT CARROTS IN MY COOKING CLASS TOFAY i think i did smth to my thumb bc it hurts so much pelase icanr do thid i cant even type properly im still shaking AND IT WAS LEGIT 30 MINUTES AGO HELP

bluelock friend irl like that person i met theyre a little strange to be fair bc they were like “youre so pookie i wanna just squish you and throw you out the window” and i thought it was funny so i laughed but the more i think about it the more im liek WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN HELPHAHAAHAH like i reallt dont care that they said that but i feel weird around them sometimes bc theyre really unpredictable and i legit only see them at school but we dont actuallt text?? im more of a texter (as you can see..) than an irl convo person like im the type of person who would talk to someone for like 8+ hours online but then once i see them irl i just slowly turn around and walk away when i see them bc IM TOO AWKWARD 💔💔 but i do still wave at them

OH THAT REMINDS ME ABOUT WAVING yk that one scene in episode nagi (?) i think its in episode nagi where kurona is like “lets devour japanese soccer chomp chomp” and he does that w his hand I BASICALLY DO THAT BUT WITH WAVING?? i used to do like a different type of wave like basically i put all fingers except thumb down and would do that repeatedly IDK WHAT THAT WAVE IS CALLED HELP but ive adapted it into the kurona chomp chomp thing somehow. OH AND WHENEVER I DO THAT I ALSO GO UP TO THE PERSON AND LIKE INTERTWINE?? fingers w them and im like HIII and i wave while holding their hand 😈 call it an excuse to hold hands w people but it ends up being torture for them bc i force them to never let go

BUT ANYWys when i did the kurona thing it kinda.. looks like smth else so bluelock irl friend has a weird view to it like bro please let me just devour japanese soccer like kurona 👿‼️‼️

OKAYAYA DAILY QUESTION ISSS UMMM since im in the library rn which bluelock character would be the worst librarian ever and probably end up ripping all the books by accident while putting them all back on the shelves or lose all the books somehow

- 🐙

I love the yapnation asks dw

OH THANK GOODNWAS BC IM ABT TI PELT MY PHONE why the flock I chose to animate 4 pictures bro LIKE I'll probably do the two ans loop it.. BUT THE ACTUAL EDIT I WANT IS WITH 4 PICTURES but I'll do that like when I have patience to redo it yk! ALSO SO LITTLE WHAT THE FLIP that's so frustrating I hate it I'm rn looking at my old edits and i cab relate there's one with 50 likes and one with 40 AND I REMEMBERED STAYING UP SO LATE DOING THAT the only highest edit I made that's tweening is a kaeya edit with like 200 likes 😒

ALSO HELP IKR all the small details that only I gonna see but it's fun to do! after all the hair pulling work seeing it come to life is so hehehehhe🤭🤭🤭 yk!!

HAII IM hot (😉😉😉) but no like it's hot and I'm gonna melt into a blob also I'm hungry! TODAY IN SCHOOL my typing class was nawt it I hatd that teacher sm AND.I HAVE A TRIPLW TOMORROW OHMYG9SHHHH bro as soon as I heard the bell ring my heart dropped to my pinky toe today... THEN SHE STARTED YELLING IN CLASS AND SHE CALLED A STUDENT AN IDIOT ans I was dumbfounded I thought i was next BC YK MY LAPTOP CHARGER BROKE SO I CANT DO MY HW so when I had to tell her I was like "miss" ANS SHE YELLED OUT MY LAST NAME I ALMLSTED TRIPPEd AND WHEN I TOLD HER SHE WAS STARING AT ME LIKE 😐 SO I STARRD AT THE FLOOR then she was like okay. THEN OGGOSH IDK IF SHE DEAF OR HARD IN HEARING BUT EVERYTIME WE RESPOND TO HER SHES LIKE "EH?" LIKE OPEN YOUR EARS then that's when she called the student an idiot and started yelling at her and I almosted cried for her... SHE STARTED CRYING AND I FELT BAD but then bell ran and everyone dipped and I HAD TO BE THE SLOW ASS TO LEAVE THE CLASS BUT EVERYONE RUSHING LIKE CALM DOEN DANG I DONT WAN A BE IN HERE WITH HER AND SHE WAS RANTING TO ME and I was like yah..! then we told our homeroom teacher hehehehhe um I drew a bone in bio today. that's all I have to say abt how I'm feeling!

anyways your strange friend sayings sounds like something I'll tell my friends and theyre always like "oh.." like whag🙄🙄🙄 accept my love! but fr half of the time it doesn't even make sense and I'll ask me self wtf am I talking abt

SAME IM A TEXTER AS WELL bc the things I say online I won't say irl like I don't even swear irl and it's not like I can't say it bc my mommy doesn't mind it BUT IM SCARED TO SAY IT? once I said ass on accident bc I was reading something out loud to my mommy and I was like gasp! and she was like what🤨 AND I TOLD HER I SAID ASS and all she said was ok. my favorite thing to do online is swear at someone in dialect bc I can get more creative since its the locals! my favorite one is "hyc" and I won't share with the class what it means bc.. it's kinda head scratching.

I WOULD SAY SAME BUT I WONT WALK AWAY ILL JJST WAVE AND SMILE IF THEY SMILE AT ME but if they don't then I'm blanking you

OMG I DO THAT AND I ALSO like move my fingers separately in a down movement IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN IT AND IT STARTED OFF AS A JOKE BUT now it's a habit and half of the time no one knows that I'm actually waving.. BC THEY WILL STARE AND SMILE

HELP INTERTWINE FINGERS? also I agree devour them! chomp chomp

ERM ERM shidou HELP or otoya

[a-la-elodie]

Elodie's Very Casual & Last Minute House Art Party 🗓️ May 10th, FRIDAY

If you thought my Namesday Art Party was last minute... Hold my spear! Earlier this year, YoshiP smiled upon me and I won a house in the housing lottery! Months later, I finally finished decorating it and I wish to show off all my hard work! :D

Come on down and check out my cozy corner "Haus D'Bun" at Mist (W30, P58) on Hyperion! I am so incredibly unprepared for this art party so feel free to come gpose, chat, doodle, write, etc.

DC: Primal / Hyperion 📍 La Noscea | Mist [WARD 30, PLOT 58] "Haus D'Bun"

THEME: "Spring Time Casual" Throw together a last minute, spring-themed glam & come hang in my yard!

🕐 SCHEDULE 8:00PM CST ~ Art Party Begins, show up dressed up 10:00PM CST ~ Art Party Ends 10:15pm CST ~ Idk, if we have any stragglers, let's go to Bozja!

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[FAQ]

I arrived at the plot of "Hooters Du Monde," where are we to mingle at this Art Party? The party will be outside, but feel free to explore the inside of my house! If anything, I did work hard on decorating it, so I encourage you to poke in for a few minutes to explore & check out my cozy little corner of Eorzea.

I can't draw, is it okay for me to still attend? Of course! I'm using "art party" as a blanket term to come meet up in the game and vibe. You're welcome to art, chat, gpose, etc., but it's not required! I'm going to try my best to doodle, but I'll mostly be preoccupied trying to be a good hostess and hand out party favors.

Do I have to follow the Art Party's "Spring Time Casual" Theme? No pressure, after all, it's last minute!

Can we talk spoilers about the MSQ in the chat? While I'm fine with spoilers, I just ask folks to be mindful of any possible sprouts around & refrain from talking huge spoilers in the (SAY) chat. Try to keep major spoilers in a (PARTY) chat or a (TELL).

I want to bring beef because I have a chip on my shoulder! Damn, I'm sorry, but please no bully. :( But seriously, all I ask that everyone keeps it PG-13 and be respectful/excellent to one another.

The Art Party is over & I'm a straggler... What raid we queuing? If folks aren't too tired, the plan is to queue into Zadnor in Bozja and watch me land on my face in Dalriada.

What's the hashtag for the event?! ElodieHausAP

[thebeeduo]

Ranboo: Do you want me to just reading random- Do you want me to just- I'm gonna just start texting you

Tubbo: Yeah, just start texting me random input on the space

Ranboo: *texts Tubbo*

Tubbo: "Microwave explode"? Yo, thank you. "This is awesome"? Ok, stop texting me now. You didn't even respond to my message I sent you this morning

Ranboo: That's 'cause I was asleep!

Tubbo: Yeah, but like.. *sigh* Maybe I should just go live on instagram

Ranboo: Eughhh!

Tubbo: What? Is that cringe?

Ranboo: Yes

Tubbo: Maybe I should just go live on TikTok

Ranboo: Ahhh! Ahhh!

Tubbo: Is that cringier? Is that- *laughs*

Ranboo: *laughs* You go "Is that cringe" to Instagram and your next one is TikTok

Tubbo: *laughs*

Ranboo: I can make fun of it 'cause that's where I was born

Tubbo: Pffft!

Ranboo: I was born there/on TikTok [?]

Tubbo: Do you ever look at someone and wonder what's going inside their head?

Ranboo: I was- I was born on TikTok [?]

Tubbo: *starts playing the piano* You gotta remember your roots

Tubbo: I want my grand piano back, electric piano is cringe

Ranboo: *coughs* [unintelligible]

Tubbo: He just- He just decides "Oh I'm going to spit my germs around the room"

Ranboo: Yep!

Tubbo: *giggles* Wow, wow. You're a bad- I suppose you're anti-vax as well while we're at it

Ranboo: I am literally- I am literally vaccinated

Tubbo: I'm not allowed to be vaccinated, leave me alone!

Ranboo: That's just a major L for you then

Tubbo: Ahhhh

Ranboo: You're/Keep on getting coughed on!

Tubbo: *starts to play the piano intensely*

Ranboo: That's what happens when you're not vaccinated, people will come up to you and cough

Tubbo: That is a terrible sentence. I despise everything about that sentence

Ranboo: *laughs*

Tubbo: *plays The Owl House theme song, then switches to City of Stars*

Ranboo: Ughhh

Tubbo: So..

Ranboo: Oh my gosh!

Tubbo: What?

Ranboo: I just found more food to order

Tubbo: Nooo! Oh my god, if I get one more Amazon box arrive at my door and it's like a 25 large sized bars of Rice Krispies treats or fucking those shitty cheese squares that you haven't even eaten I'm gonna lose it

Ranboo: It's ding dongs

Tubbo: What the fuck is a ding dong?! That sounds like slang for a dick! You're literally eating dick!

Ranboo: *laughs* I am not! Jesus Christ

Tubbo: Why!

Ranboo: That is so far from what it is

Tubbo: What is it with all this fucking BS American food! Twinkies? Oh yeah, let me just-

Ranboo: I didn't get those actually. I don't know where those came from

Tubbo: Where did the Twinkies come from!?

Ranboo: I'm gonna be entirely honest..

Tubbo: Where the fuck did they come from!?

Ranboo: ..I have no idea where those came from. I did not order- That is not what I ordered

Tubbo: Look, you've got your-you've got your Cheez-It's and your Twinkies and your fucking ding dongs. I'm gonna f- I'm gonna blow some shit up

Ranboo: Sorry, I'll make sure to order a plain cheese pizza the next time

Tubbo: Honestly, that would be so much- I'm actually- I've been really healthy. So far I've had a fruit pop for breakfast

Ranboo: That's good. I had.. *silence*

Tubbo: You haven't had breakfast yet

Ranboo: I haven't- I haven't eaten yet

Tubbo: You haven't eaten yet today, and your first meal of the day will be Taco Bell

Ranboo: No, it won't!

Tubbo: Will it not? Oh

Ranboo: Why do you think- Taco Bell doesn't even deliver here!

Tubbo: *sighs* Fair enough

Ranboo: Why would it- Why- Mkay..

Tubbo: American

Ranboo: I know that the algorithm on Amazon works too well because it was [unintelligible]

Tubbo: *starts playing City of Stars again* Oh no

Tubbo: City of staaars.. *laughs* That song- It kind of annoys me, I'll be honest

Ranboo: I'm looking at- I'm looking at the, um.. I'm looking at your- the Tubbo space hashtag and someone just sent this, like, chart of, like, eye colour but it is, like, the most low res thing that I have ever seen

Tubbo: But I don't know- I think my eyes change colour depending on what I'm wearing, I'll be honest. Is that weird? Because everyone on twitter asks me "Ah yes what is your eye colour" and I'm like "Uhh how the fuck am I supposed to know" and then

Ranboo: My eye colour is [?]

Tubbo: Then I went through a bunch of like- I went through a bunch of, uh.. like, old photos of me and they just change colour depending on how sunny it is, what I'm wearing.. like.. Yeah, so, I don't know

Ranboo: *laughs*

Tubbo: What?

Ranboo: Nothing

Tubbo: What?

Ranboo: *loudly typing* It's time to listen

Tubbo: Time to listen to what?

Ranboo: To my music, I'm just gonna listen to my music

Tubbo: You're not gonna listen to me? Listen to me. Stop dancing. Knock that off. Yo, keep your clothes on! Woah, why are you so- *laughs* sorry

Ranboo: Why do you do this!

Tubbo: 'Cause it's funny, 'cause there's no video

Ranboo: Why do you- why do you do this

Tubbo: and.. and there's no video

Ranboo: What did I- What did I ever do? Nothing

Tubbo: *laughs*

Tubbo: *reads something about chip shops?*

Tubbo: Why do people keep sending me, like, soviet bunnies as well? I don't wanna see bunnies from soviet Russia. What's with the soviet Russia bunnies?

Tubbo: Thoughts on him? Bill Cypher? Pretty fun loving lad- Why did you just mention me and write "awesome"?

Ranboo: I didn't- No, it's a response to a tweet

Tubbo: Oh

Tubbo: *sees Michael fan art* "Oink! Hello father" Oh, I see

Ranboo: Just buff Michael

Tubbo: Buff- *laughs* He went to prison from lack of parent supervision and he came out buff, oh no! Oh no! *laughs*

Ranboo: What do you mean lack of parent supervision? I'm gonna go brush my teeth

Tubbo: Oh ok.. Bye

[Video cuts directly to when Ranboo comes back]

Tubbo: Hello. You seem hollow. Your mother is here? Wait, I shouldn't have read that out. You just texted me that so I didn't read it- Ok, well.. She's here guys!

Ranboo: Ahhh! Why!

Tubbo: She's here!

Ranboo: There's a reason-

Tubbo: She's here! *laughs* Just thought I'd let you know! *laughs* She's raring to go! That's awfully exciting..

[Video cuts again to the next beeduo clip]

Tubbo: Guys, I want to- How does one get the- What is the max people that have been in a single space, like, ever?

Ranboo: I own the number two spot for that!

Tubbo: Do you? How many was it?

Ranboo: Yeah. It was during MCC, it was 36k I think

Tubbo: 36- guys, can we get 38k please?

Ranboo: *fakes being angry* Can't you let me have anything!? *laughs*

Tubbo: Wh- Ok, Mr. 100k subs, Jesus

Ranboo: I don't- I got that once

Tubbo: Twice

Ranboo: It was six times actually..

Tubbo: SIX TIMES!? Oh my god, ok..

Ranboo: Alright... Goodbye space people!

Tubbo: Bye!

Ranboo: Goodbye!

Tubbo: Bye! Leave

Ranboo: I'm leaving the U.K. actually

Tubbo: He's not

Ranboo: *laughs* I'm not.. Wouldn't that be just terrible?

Tubbo: You just said bye and left..

Ranboo: The whole time everyone thought that I was going in, like, October but then I actually just straight up just leave..

Tubbo: You wanna go home?

Ranboo: ..in the middle of August

Tubbo: You can just leave.. get out!

Ranboo: Ok..

Tubbo: Pffft

Ranboo: Bye!

Tubbo: Bye!

[Video cuts again to the next beeduo clip]

Ranboo: I'm back from the U.S.!

Tubbo: Oh, what did you forget?

Ranboo: My- my beloved locket

Tubbo: *mocks American Accent* and the AirPods *laughs*

Ranboo: Yes

Tubbo: Have you told them what you've called your AirPods? The name of them?

Ranboo: Oh yeah, no, it's because basically, right, if you put a slash and then an asterisk at the end of a word it will bleep it out, so, right, me of course being young I thought that was the funniest thing to have that. So whenever Siri said my name she would just go like "You [beep]" so I thought that was funny. So it's like beeping noise, yeah

Tubbo: Oh, I see. So is that why mine do that as well?

Ranboo: I guess so, yeah

Tubbo: Yeah

Ranboo: Yeah.. yeah..

Tubbo: I see.. So..

Ranboo: I'm gonna go now

Tubbo: Bye, again!

Ranboo: Bye! Back to the U.S. I go!

Tubbo: There's no "E" in Tubbo.. Just throwing it out there..

[cleansingreflections]

iron widow is not as good as it was hyped up to be huh. i read it and chugged along so long on hype before realising it simply wasnt that engaging lol and a lot of the narrative was kind of grating actually. let us know what u thought of it when ur done if u feel like!! would love to know ur thoughts

im about two thirds of the way through so i'll leave my thoughts about it here and then come back when i'm done

this got wayy too long lmao sorry

the setting and world buildling are elaborate, or for lack of a better word, cool as fuck. bonkers in the best way possible, the premise is so compelling and interesting, and the major plot points make for a genuinely interesting story. in theory

in practice, the main character is a self absorbed asshole who is apparently the only person in the world allowed to feel pain, and also the only expert on women's rights in the entire world, every other woman is seen by her as nothing but an example of how women are complying with men, instead of - you know - being hashtag girlbosses

there is apparently no character growth - as there isn't apparently any character to begin with. her personality just adapts to whatever situation she's in

and then in some pointes the writing is exceptional, it picks you up, takes you for the ride of your life, you're fully immersed in the scene, you can see the chysalises, you can hear the sounds of machinery and of battle and you can smell the flowers and the blood. and then it all comes crashing down because zetian just had to say one of her girlboss one liners and witty sarcastic quips

(spoilers for a minor scene in the book so skip this entire paragraph if you don't want them, and also cw for mentions of blood here) there's a few scenes that bothered me so far in particular, but the main thread that connects them all is just how inhumane wu zetian is made out to be. one thing is being angry at the system you're put in, another is complaining when your little boyfriend isn't paying attention to you, and instead is paying attention to... the guy experiencing extremely intense alcohol withdrawal symptoms and throwing up blood on the floor

another thing. the pacing is way off. the entire plot of the first 10 chapters alone could've been it's own book, and instead takes up like. 100 pages

the book angers me to no end because it could be so much more but it's not there because of two main issues: lack of proper editing (allegedly the book was written in the span of three months) which would've elevated the book immensely, and also mc is literally just a female power fantasy, getting dangerously close to "author's self insert". theres nothing inherently wrong with a self insert, but if it's so blatant that i can tell from the first chapter then it takes me right out of the story

again, writing this as i just finished chapter 28, if somehow the last 140 pages change my entire perspective of the book i'll just come back and add to this, but i highly doubt it since i already know how it ends lol

[everyforkedroad]

Hi dear <3

I follow you on twitter and i kind of saw the mess that happened when you voiced your opinion. I'm so sorry for the crazed ass people on that damn bird app. They're so obsessed with their hashtags that they forget there's a whole world out there. They should touch grass.

Anyways, you dont have to answer, just know i'm sending you hugs and good vibes 🌸🌸

Thank you so much for your message! It's really my own fault. I know how unhinged things can get over there but I got too caught up with the excitement of trending that I forgot that I can't just throw my opinions out there willy-nilly.

It's good for me to walk away. I was spending too much time on Twitter and neglecting other aspects of fandom. Taking a long break will let me get back to things like fanfiction and metas that by definition I can't engage with over on the bird app, things I'm actually better at. I'll miss the speed with which news and media gets around but I can always go back when I'm better able to manage my time and emotional engagement. For now, though, a good clean break would be in the best interest of my mental health.

Thanks again for the note! I'm going to miss some of the people I engaged with over there. There are some very cool, talented people in the KinnPorsche & MileApo fandoms.

((Hugs))

[my-tony-stark-drawings]

--- TAKING CARE OF HIM (Fluff) ---

Summary: You find Tony stressed out in the lab and do everything to relax him because he deserves all the happiness in the world

A/N: Please join us on Twitter on 24th April and spread the hashtag #BrinBackTonyStarktolife

A/N-2: I'm not a native english speaker, so I'm sorry if there are any mistakes. And it's my first real fanfic, so I'm sorry if it's lame.

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When you went to bed with Tony yesterday, as often, you had to get him out of the lab so he can come to sleep.

He's SO caring and selfless, he's always working on a new way to protect the world.

But he works too hard for his health and his health is your priority.

The moment you wake up because the place next to you in bed is empty, you know exactly where Tony is.

You turn on the light and ask:

"Friday, since when did Tony get back down there?"

"Since a few hours Miss (Y/L/N)"

You're really scared for Tony. He's always doing everything for others but no one is ever there for him. He deserves SO MUCH BETTER.

You get up and put on one of Tony's t-shirts to warm yourself up, and you walk around the Tower to the lab. You quickly pass through the kitchen on your floor and take a piece of strawberry cream cake in the fridge.

It's Tony's favorite cake.

When you get to the lab, you enter the code and open the door.

Tony is tinkering, working on a new project. He's focused on what he's doing. You can't help but admire him for a few seconds. He's so handsome and so smart. You love his look when he's focused on science like that.

But he needs to sleep

"(Y/N), aren't you sleeping?"

You approach him and he looks up at you, gives you a little smile and comes back to his project

"Neither do you" You answer him and smile at him "The bed is too empty without you"

He sighs of relief at your touch, his gaze not leaving his project.

He looks stressed and tired. You put his hand on his numb shoulders and massage them.

"I can't let go of this project, I have to finish it."

"Come to bed please, you need to sleep"

"Your health is all that matters honey. You ARE all that matters..."

You grab the piece of cake, and you put it next to him (he doesn't like to be handed things, and you know it, you know him too well)

"I brought you some cake!"

He lays down his project, looks up at you and gives you an angelic smile at the attention. You melt. He takes a piece of the cake and swallows it.

You giggle

He turns his swivel chair towards you. He looks at you from top to bottom and raises an eyebrow "I love when you wear my things"

He never leaves his eyes off you now. You always manage to distract him, he thinks.

"So you're coming with me?" You ask "I'll get you a bath and you're going to relax."

"Good idea"

He puts the cake on the table and hugs you. He puts his hands behind your back, his head in your chest and hugs you very tightly. You put your hand through his soft hair.

"I love you so much Tony.."

"Thank you.." he whispers.

You kiss him deep with sweetness and passion.

You take him by the hand, tie his fingers with yours, and take him to the bathroom.

You've been learning how to turn a simple bath into a relaxing bath. It's going to be perfect.

You turn on a light for a soft and calm atmosphere. Then you light a scented candle.

Tony looks at all your actions and gestures.

You run her a hot bath with bath salt, essential oil and everything else you need.

It warms his heart.

It is unbelievable for him to finally see someone who cares about him and takes care of him and understands him.

He doesn't think he deserves you, but you spend your life proving to him that he deserves everything good

You put your arms behind his neck and kiss him "I'd do anything for you"

"Thank you for taking care of me."

He looks at you smiling, and undresses himself.

"He's so perfect" you think. He catches you looking at him. "You like what you see?" He laugh

The bath is ready.

He gets into the bath.

"Do you feel better?" you ask

You nod

"If you join me it'll be even better" he smile

You didn't think twice, you undress, his eyes on every part of you.

You blush and smile shyly "You're beautiful" he says to you.

You give him a massage. Not forgetting any area. You feel his muscles and soft skin under your fingers.

You sit in front of him and wrap your arms around his waist. You lean over him, against his chest, and kiss him all over his face, on his neck and his body and everywhere

You get in the bathtub and join him

You spend several minutes like that, talking about everything and nothing, to take his mind off things. You talk and laugh and his smile is so wow. You would do anything for him to be happy forever.

He sighs of pleasure

"Baby, your smile is the most beautiful thing in the world"

Everything is so peaceful and perfect.

~♡ Later ♡~

Tony gets out of the bath, grabs the first towel and throws the other one at you. He then wraps his around his waist and moves into the room holding your hand. He sits on the bed and sits you on his lap.

He kiss you, and then trace kisses all the way to your neck. You put your hand through his wet hair, you can smell the soap in it.

"Relaxed?" You whisper

You look at him in his beautiful, loving puppy eyes.

"Completely"

"So mission accomplished!"

You admire him and you feel your soul exploding with so much love, he's your whole life

"I love you"

He lies down against you, wrap his arms around you, and you put your hand through his hair massaging his head and he smiles.

"I love you more"

You whisper how important you are to each other and how much you love each other

You put on your pajamas and lie down in the king size bed. You turn on the TV, select a movie and put it on at a perfect volume.

He feels protected, reassured, relaxed and safe in your arms. He feels loved and desired.

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"I will always be there for you and always love you"

You watch TV while you cuddle.

He loves these moments of calm, just the two of you, when you hold each other tight.

He falls asleep on you during the movie. You put him in a comfortable position under the sheets. And you fall asleep with him.

Tony is the love of your life, and you'd do everything for him to always be happy and safe. You will always be there to take care of him, remind him that he's perfect, that you love him more than anything, and that he deserves all the happiness in the world.

JOIN US ON 24th APRIL ON TWITTER AND SPREAD THE HASHTAG #BringBackTonyStarktolife ❤

That's all you want. You want him to know how much he is loved and deserves to be loved.

Tony REALLY deserves all the happiness in the world!!

and sign the petition to bring him back ^^