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[tayter-tot-64]

lets talk about die young by chappell roan!! (im about to yap so be prepared)

i love this song oh so very much you should go listen to it (i prefer the acoustic version better but the not acoustic version is still acceptable)

First off, how i see it, this is a song where chappell is singing to an earlier version of herself, a version who was not okay. This can be seen in the lines "and you've got everything more than enough/if you could have anything what would you want" because it's almost like shes saying "you've got so much why aren't you okay?" which. is not the kind of thing you say to someone who clearly isn't okay. However, it is the kind of thing you might say to yourself when you're trying to get out of a bad place that you don't know why you're in. i know that i do that on a regular basis.

and then some lines i like/have things to say about (buckle up)

-"look at your mama now shes crying/cause she thinks her baby's dying/don't put up a fight she just wants to hold you tight" which i see as her mom wanting to say goodbye because she doesn't know whether or not this will be the last time that she's going to see her child. I can also see it as her final attempt to beg her to not go, as an "i love you so much please, please stay."

-"and look at your daddy he hates lying" this is about what it's like as someone having to watch a person they love go through the worst part of their life. its about going through each day and having to constantly tell yourself everything is fine, telling the person in pain that it's fine/will be okay, and telling other people that everything is fine and dandy. iv'e been in all three of those places with at least four different people and let me tell you it sucks. it is so hard to have to watch and not be able to do anything other than desperately hope that it'll be okay.

-"tried to help you but he's sick of trying" like i said, it's so hard to have nothing to do other than watch as someone takes steps backwards rather than forwards.

-"don't you know you could have the truth/you say im boring so you ignore me/you hear the phone ring so you ignore me" i think that this line is about finally seeing the sparkle of what the future could maybe look like. except in this she's burying those thoughts and feelings down.

-"you hear the phone ring so you ignore me" (yes i know i technically have this one twice shush) this one's more important because it's as though her future self/possibilities are calling but she didn't pick up the phone which could be due to it simply being too hard to entertain the thought of a tomorrow.

-"you say "i don't know how i lost myself"/with a bottle and the bottom of an ashtray/smoking my regrets and realizing what i need to do is pray" the first half of this chunk is her waking up and finally seeing just how bad a place she was really in and how what she was doing to compensate for those feelings/lack thereof was not good for her.

-"and i think i want love wanna find love/and i wanna be loved wanna find love/and i sure as hell don't wanna die young" this shift in the main chorus from "i wanna die young" to "i wanna find love" is her finding something worth living for. its about hope. about how her thought of tomorrow has become bearable because she now has something to look forward to, something she can grasp onto when those hard times come back to take another shot.

this song resonates with so many different parts of me for so many different reasons. it speaks to the me of last year who wanted to die young, it speaks to the part of me now that still wants to die young, and it speaks to the tiny little piece of me now who is finally daring to try and hold on to hope.

so thank you, chappell, for not dying young and for wanting to find love.

[albertserra]

Hi I wrote something long-form about film for the first time in years, please read if you're interested!! And also watch Memoria (and maybe Szamanka)

[2deadboys]

Edwin accidentally brushes his hand against Charles'. And Charles thinks hes trying to hold hands and hes like 'aww mate, all you had to do was ask' and grabs Edwins hand and starts swinging their joined hands between them.

It wasnt Edwins intention. But tbh hes not upset with this result.

[damsalindistress]

what are they like/first time in bed with HSR men

PART 1: AVENTURINE x F!READER

info & warnings: nsfw/smut, MDNI, aventurine x female bodied! reader, slightly ooc probably, fingering, mentions of cock warming, marking/hickeys, p in v, top aventurine, bottom reader, mentions of riding & gagging, this is long asl, mentions of his past, kinda fluffy in parts, just read it for urself 😓 also this kind of sucks because im still a beginner at writing fics like this!!

aventurine LOVES the thrill, fingering you under a table at the casino? hell yeah. having you sit on his lap ‘innocently’ while you cock warm him? say less. this guy also loves marking you up, to show everybody that you belong to him, it’s also just a display of his true love for you!

i feel like he would have certain kinks that you’d be a bit shocked by- like you knew he was crazy because of his gambling tactics(“i’ll bet my life”), but when he asked you to gag him while you ride his cock .. well, you just weren’t expecting it- but you were into it to be completely honest. then bondage was also a big one of his, he liked tying you up with soft silk ribbons and seeing your pudge get squeezed lightly- and this man likes it too no doubt, tie his wrists up and he’s all yours.

but it took a long time to get to this level of intimacy with him- considering his past traumas. so sex was a big milestone for him, especially with someone as beautiful as you.

most people considered him untrustworthy, and a con artist considering his job as a stoneheart and the mask he puts on. but with you? god. he felt like he could just talk to you normally, and actually relax his shoulders for once.

so the first time with him was very soft and honestly.. oddly romantic?

like roses on the bed type- and that’s stuff he never expected to do for anyone.

“you’re beautiful, [name]..” he would murmur, his head in your neck peppering soft wet kisses, as you straddled his lap on the bed, your head tilted away so he had full access. “says you,” you would tease back playfully, letting out gentle hums of the feeling of his lips on you.

it was slow and sensual, hovering above you now, once he had prepped you with his fingers and stroked himself off for a moment he held your hips, making eye contact with you before he actually put his member inside.

“can i?” he asked you, although you and himself knew it was an obvious yes, he still wanted verification.

“yes, love,” you said, smiling softly at him as he reached his hand over to caress your cheek before sliding back down to your hip.

he nodded slowly, before taking one hand off your hip and lining himself up with his cock and your pussy, before pushing in and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t feel like cumming right then and there, you already felt so good. you would let out the softest of moans as he pushed in your walls a little further, waiting for you to nod and tell him it was okay to move further in.

“you feel good, fuck.. you feel really good,” he would curse under his breath, letting out breathless sounds of his own. “do you feel good?” his eyes darted up to you- he’d been watching the way you sucked him in for a little too long.

“yeah- yeah, you can move av,”you said reassuringly, in reality you felt butterflies everywhere, your core tightening around his thick cock like a vice already, and you couldn’t wait for him to speed up.

once he heard your confirmation he held onto your hips a bit tighter, allowing himself to go further and finally bottom out.

“ahh-” he let out a moan, biting his lip. you absolutely loved the sight of him, he was truly gorgeous to you. but hell, you already sounded breathless just from a few thrusts.

“baby, faster,” you huffed out, that got a soft chuckle out of him and he nodded, his thumb that was slowly caressing your hip stopped and tightened once again, before he slowly pumped himself inside of you, going halfway out, to the point he could see his slick shaft, before pounding straight back in. it was slow- but it had a definite rough intent with the way your flesh smacked together, making a loud echo.

“fuuuuck.. you feel-… hah,” he panted, going in and out now with an actual pace, but you get the gist of how he’d be, and obviously he had protection.(never forget protection!)

so once that level of trust was established in your guys’ relationship, sexual pleasure became an actual big thing for you both, especially when he’d be gone for a while on trips for the ipc.(once he came home from penacony let’s just say.. best dick you’ve ever gotten from him..)

he had missed you so much! when you both reunited he hugged you tightly, just wanting to feel you in his arms and kiss your lips, to be able to feel and smell your scent again.

usually after, the sex would be rough and very loud, not even words anymore, just his shameless moans mixed with yours as he bent you into a pretzel. but!! it’s just a representation of how badly he needed you over his time away.

he usually says it under his breath, but almost everytime you guys finish, he says “gaiathra has truly blessed me with you,” and it always brings a smile to your face- well, when you can comprehend one.

the end✍️✍️ sorry if this was really lame i just felt like writing this and i also would like to make this a series because star rail men are dndbdbdbbxkskri😍, feel free to request who you’d like to see!! and i’m also always open to criticism and suggestions on how to write better or what to write!

[oh-lordy-lord-save-me]

usagi being able to dig very efficiently is something he takes advantage pretty often

[thebrainrotsreal]

Gsgw HC designs :D Not entirely canonically accurate tbh, took liberties. I'm totally right guys tho, trust. Saheon implied to have dark eyes? Smh, they're gold, guys, source? Trust me bro. Minseong totally has a mole + double dimples, Haje rocks a bob, J3 has long hair, and gov't agency standard suits are open suit jackets with warmer color palette leaning into dark purples/brown, while corp has blue/grey with closed/button up. Youngeun has curly hair guys, trust me :/ she told me.

But, had so much fun with these omfg? Fought the same-face demons and actually won, I'm so happy messing with shapes! Literally kept drawing until I got winded/stuck.

[nonomives]

Oh hey--before I forget. Smthn I finally did yesterday

★ Dolly Delight ★

Info dump under the cut

This cheery bee used to live in another town before she went to pursue her dreams of travelling and became a train operator. Dolly often talked about how she, with her buddy, Charlie the Train, wound up going around the wrong mountain and ended up in Home. Some of her retellings had variations to the same story, still it always ended up with them finding Home. Eventually, they settled in and ran the town's sole train station.

Despite her frequent trips in and out of town, she never had passengers on her train. Instead, she would return to mainly deliver stocks for Howdy's Bugdega, but also gift her neighbors with different trickets she found on her journey. Dolly always made sure her station is on tip top shape and if she didn't do that, she scurried about, mingled with the folks and found tasks to busy herself with. She wasn't always the best at carrying out said tasks as she easily got distracted, but she tried anyway, which often led to silly mishaps.

One thing to note is that Dolly was a cheeky, energetic, and chipper gal who loved to go from place to place. Not only that, she's also a bee, but with only a pair of arms and tiny wings. Part of her dialogue had her pointing out how fun it would be to have extra hands, saying she got her two arms from her mom, and her tiny wings from her dad. There were moments where Dolly would contemplate visiting her parents again, but she would immediately get distracted by something else instead.

[headfullof-ideas]

All right, I finished it much sooner than I expected, but I finished that drawing, and decided to post it as a separate post instead of yet another reblog to the original post, because I didn’t feel like it. So here I introduce and give a general description of the teenage cast of characters that originate from Berk, even if some of them no longer reside there. This may get a little long-ish

From left to right, we have Camicazi, Dogsbreath, Astrid, and Wartihog, the Berk residing teenagers. These kids are determined to find and bring their former peers back to Berk to face trial for what they’ve done, or something along those lines, they’re not sure what the ‘punishment’ beyond exile is for dragon riding. (Neither is anyone else) And the riders have already been exiled. But they keep messing with Berk, and the surrounding islands and tribes, bringing chaos and destruction practically everywhere they go, so they need to capture them to make them stop! They haven’t exactly told Chief Stoick yet though, he seems a bit indifferent or unsure how to handle the situation at hand.

Camicazi is a self-proclaimed thief, but her sticky finger tendencies aren’t as great as she boasts them to be. They really only come into some effect when she meets someone who doesn’t know her, which is unfortunately not a single person on Berk, who know to protect their belongings around her by now. She’s crazy, and wild, unruly with a thirst for injury and pain on others that can be slightly concerning at times. She’s a lot of bark, and not a lot of bite, except for when she does bite. She tends to be over dramatic about the wrong thing, and lies to save her own skin whenever she appears to be in the slightest amount of trouble. Camicazi can’t stand losing in anyway shape or form, and hates when someone is better at something then she is, even if she’s never done that thing once in her life.

Dogsbreath is Spitelout’s eldest son, Snotlouts older brother. With Stoicks wife, Valka, getting scooped up by a dragon before they ever had a child, and Stoick refusing to remarry, the title of Heir went to the next in line, his eldest nephew. Dogsbreath is the pinnacle of Vikingness to most of the other adults on Berk; big, beefy, a good fighter, ready to fight their enemies and the dragons with endless energy. Unfortunately, Dogsbreath isn’t the greatest with leadership. He’s arrogant, boarheaded, and the biggest bully to any of the kids who are even slightly not Vikingly in his eyes, which has most of the other teenagers standing on tiptoes around him so as not to get dragged in an alley and beaten. Dogsbreaths head is filled with reassurances that he will be Chief someday, throwing that weight around to anyone who tries to discipline him, with Stoick rapidly growing frustrated with Dogsbreath lack of care for the finer details of being Chief. Dogsbreath is only in it for the glory and fame, and none of the responsibility.

Astrid does not go with the riders in this story. With Hiccup non-existent, that relationship never comes to be, and neither does that eye-opening flight on a Night Fury’s back. Astrid is not fond of Ant, Hiccups stand-in, in this story, and is actually quite infuriated and annoyed by him. She’s not close to any of the other kids either, determined to be the best their is, and knock Dogsbreath off his high horse a little bit, especially since he keeps insisiting that they’re meant to be, as Heir to Berk, and Berks toughest Viking maiden. She hates him, but not as much as the traitorous riders, who she is determined to capture herself, bringing down their dragons as well. Astrid has the tiniest flicker of doubts here and there though, and eventually becomes the rider to a Deadly Nadder she names Stormfly, becoming a part of Berks first troupe of Dragon Riders. Don’t worry Astrid fans, Astrid gets there and gets Stormfly and becomes a dragon rider…eventually.

Wartihog is the village flirt and playboy, or as much of a playboy as a sixteen year old with no game can be, anyways. He’s a smooth-talking, yet easily distracted guy, who thinks he’s the coolest guy on Berk. Well, second to Dogsbreath anyways, who’d bash him if he thought Wartihog thought he was better. Wartihog assumes that all the ladies love him, and thinks he’s going to be some hotshot bachelor in the future, with rippling muscles and scars from all the dragons he’s brought down, further gaining the ladies affections. He’s incredibly vain, and loves looking at his own reflection, and refuses a helmet entirely so it doesn’t crush his ‘killer’ hair. Wartihog has a tendency of occasionally going after girls who are a few years younger than him, either because too many girls rejected him, their sister rejected him, or they have some defining trait he thinks is exotic, like hair or eye color. He’s a bit of a creep in that regards, but is pretty easily distracted by either food or another girl, or a girls pissed off parent.

Next up are the infamous exiled dragon riders. On the right are some pretty familiar characters, Snotlout, the twins, and Fishlegs, but on the left is Ant No-Name, and an OC named Kari. After Ant was exiled, Berk didn’t immediately send him away, too preoccupied scrambling to assemble the ships needed to go after the nest now that they knew how to. Which meant Ant was able to show the other, eager, teenagers the basics of dragon riding (hold on for dear life and don’t let go) before they went off to deal with the nest themselves. Ever since then, they’ve been in exile, trying to avoid the numerous enemies they’ve found themselves with.

Ant is called No-Name, because no one knows who his family is. No one’s even really sure how he got to the Archipelago to begin with, just how he got to Berk. His skin tone indicates his family is from far beyond the Archipelagos waters, and being the only person with dark skin in a predominantly white region of the world has caused some self-esteem issues to develop for Ant, which aren’t helped by most everyone else’s reactions to him either. He was the apprentice to Berks resident blacksmith, Gobber the Belch, for practically all twelve years of his life, until he bonded with a Night Fury he accidentally shot and tracked down in the woods, affectionately named Toothless. (Toothless is still named Toothless. I firmly believe that Ant imma name this bear Barry and this alligator Snappy Nekton would come to the same conclusion that Hiccup did when it comes to naming the dragon) Ant never wanted to be a dragon killer, firmly happy with being in the smithy and out of the spotlight, but inevitably was dragged into the spotlight when Toothless was revealed to the rest of the tribe, and he was exiled. Ant is a bit OOC at the beginning, because he’s lived a very different life. He’s quiet, a bit shy, extremely anxious, and sometimes goes mute when faced with something he’s afraid to mess up, or someone with a very thin trigger. His bangs aren’t up yet either, because he hasn’t had ‘character development’ yet (Toothless licked his face and his hair got stuck, lol(kidding)). He gets there though, with some friends and building of self-confidence.

Kari Hasselson (Harper typically, but that’s not a very Vikingy last name) is the second youngest of the initiates, about a year older than Ant himself. She’s got a bit of a temper, especially with Wartihog, and doesn’t have many friends either. Her relationship with her family isn’t…great, but she and Ant get to know each other better during Dragon Training, and she’s one of the first kids to reach out to learn about riding dragons. For all that she’s a spicy angry kitten as a child, Kari mellows out as she gets older, and I’m saying this now, she’s meant to eventually get with Ant. A LONG eventually. It takes years of friendship before they even get there, like, late RTTE age. They’re thirteen and twelve right now, no romantic shippy feels or anything like that happens right now, they’re two chaotic kids trying to become friends at the start of the story, when these drawings take place. They bond over being the youngest initiates through Gobbers crazy teaching methods, and then trying not to be mildly babied by the older riders when they’re in exile, planning tweenage revenge on the others as they go. Nothing happens at first. Kari is also not meant to be JUST Ant romantic interest, when I first made her, it was literally because I thought that boy needed some friends that weren’t fish, so I made him some. Kari just ended up also later filling the romantic role later as well, after I’d made sure she was a developed, rounded character with her own interests and life outside of being the love interest. She’s like an angry kitten.

As for the other, more familiar characters, each of the other riders had their own reasons for leaving. Fishlegs was stuck in the middle of a huge family, where he was swept under the rug, and didn’t want to kill dragons. The twins had an absent father, with a slightly overbearing mother, and an urge to go out and see the world, also leaping at the chance for chaos without an adult telling them no. Snotlout was sick of all his attempts at getting his dad’s attention being ignored in favor of his older brother, wanting to prove that he could do something Dogsbreath could never do. They’re a few years older than Ant and Kari, and with no Berk to fall back to, the kids are all scrambling to survive the Arhipelagos harsh weather and harsher inhabitants.

This is the drawing in its entirety. I’m thinking of maybe drawing the others characters, or at least the ones that are wildly different from their film counterparts. Maybe the Nektons and assorted characters from The Deep, to show what they’re like in this universe. I probably will

[scuorge10]

My take on Scylla

Debated about posting this tbh but I feel bad for not posting art so 0/

Feel free to ignore the little notes I forgot to take those off and I'm too lazy now to open up my art program lol

[mismess]

Hello! I hope you’re doing well!

I’ve been watching Monk for the first time and have LOVED seeing your Monk fanart! The way you draw him is so fun and cool, I haven’t seen anyone draw him in a way that captures his likeness and still retains a creative style! I’ve been trying to draw him for weeks now and have had a lot of trouble nailing his features, any tips?

Hope you have a great one, and thank you for blessing my fyp with your blog! 💜

WAAH thank you !! I'm very glad you enjoy my Monk art! <3

I am shit at explaining myself and half the time I myself don't know what I did to get where I am. So I doodled him a bunch to try and feel out how i draw him.

Right of the bat I think I draw Monk a little rounder than he actually is? When figuring out how to draw someone I usually quickly trace over a photo to get a feel for the person and try to break them down into basic shapes first and build from there, and Tony Shalhoub can be a Very Square man in my eyes.

But I look at Monk and I see a softness that I must get across in my art, so I add some softness. Round his squares out a bit. Sometimes the vibes must be accounted for as well.

To me some of his most important features are his eyebrows, hairline, and most importantly and kinda ironically seeing as how sad his character is, his smile lines.

And you know, sometimes I DO draw him a little squarer, and sometimes I draw him a little rounder, consistency is also... Sometimes... Not as vital as it may seem... As long as the shapes FEEL right. Wish I could tell you my process more but I feel like I draw like that "draw the rest of the fucking owl" meme!

Your style is really cool btw! I love that columbo collection(one day I'll watch Columbo...). sorry if this isn't helpful at all lmao you have a wonderful day and/or night as well ! ^-^

[the-eldritch-it-gay]

Zoned out during a work meeting and instead of taking notes on the meeting I went crazy and wrote this

[Image Transcript:

Prophethood grows in you like a fungus Invisible spores cause divinity to sprout from your flesh Purpose takes root just as easily as mycelium Each mutation, each warping, each loss is sacred creation God consumes you, digests you, makes your decomposition a sacrement

You consume god, tearing into Him with your teeth every time you eat He is not the god of harvest, He is the harvest Every piece of grain is flesh and blood you eat He is not the god of knowledge, He is knowledge You hunger for him and take him into yourself as surely as food

God consumes you, You consume God At autopsy they will find no part of you untouched Every sample, every biopsy will be infected with divinity When they cut open your chest, they will see holiness metastisized

They will put cause of death as Martyr Because they cannot see the truth You did not die ]

[arsenic-clownip]

somethiing ihate when peopple argue against gods/religion, is whhen people refer to disabled peopple in the WORST way possible. they'll go "if god doesnnt make mistakes, whyd he creatte disabilities ?? imperfectioons ?? defects ??" do youhear yoursellf right now.

[livfastdieyoung69]

A LEGEND’S RETURN

(Husband!Randy Orton x Partner!Y/N)

They came at separate times so as to not alarm anyone, including their new, and once again co-workers. A sweatshirt covered their figure and the wrestling gear beneath, a staff uniform hiding their face along with their identity from other wrestlers, young and full of ambition, who wandered the halls.

It was happening. Of course, they had known so for many months prior but to be in the act, every step moving them closer to that one movement of pushing the curtain aside and stepping out onto the platform, music, and pyro, and fans jumping out of their seats, screaming in surprise and disbelief that they were back. Y/N L/N was back.

And for it to be their favorite pay-per-view of the year, besides Wrestlemania, of course, they were so grateful for. But to be able to experience it, side-by-side, with their husband, they would forever be thankful.

Y/N and Randy had met through wrestling, both rising to fame early on in their career in WWE, each known for their methodical attack method on their opponent and their ability to slowly bring their rival to the mat, shoulders down and to the finishing count of one two three, without them even noticing. Considering their same in-ring approach, they were paired together quite often, and in turn forced to spend many hours together.

Their partnership through work turned into a partnership through life, quickly developing deeper, and more passionate than either of the two believed they would ever be able to hold. Though their relationship was known to the public and quite obvious, both were seen as legends- each on their own, and together.

The crowd often shouted for the team to reunite or even just for Y/N in general, seeing as Randy had been in the company for a strong 15 years with no sight of stopping anytime soon but Y/N had unfortunately faced an injury, bad enough to almost threaten their life, and more indefinitely threaten their in ring ability.

But finally, after four years of physical therapy and continuous training, followed up by more training with the hopes of coming back and not having ring rust, they were back into smelly locker rooms so many others had been in before, possibly even them, jumping on their toes and shaking the anticipation from their hands with a energy they had missed for quite some time.

A soft knock rung on the wooden door, barely audible to those in and outside before the wood inched open a foot's width, a shiny, black wrestling boot peaking through before the face of the Legend Killer himself, a look of assurance and excitement set on his face at the sight of his partner back in their wrestling gear after so long.

A grin covered his face while he moved to sit in front of Y/N who continued their pacing, even at the sight of their very sweaty husband, who had just retained his title once again. His match had been shortly after another smaller one which preceded the mens’ Royal Rumble, leading Y/N to the realization that after a short promo, the women’s Royal Rumble would be starting and then finally, coming in at number 13, much like they had done many years before, and the temporary leave of one of WWE’s most loved superstars was forever ended.

Though even Randy’s presence would always, and (most of the time) indefinitely bring a sense of calm to Y/N it didn’t seem to do much at the moment. Their pacing was forced to come to a halt when Randy grabbed a hold of their shoulder, fingers gently feathering over their collarbone. Knowing no words would be able to cure their anxiousness, he pulled them in close with a kiss to the forehead while his hands were quick to find the curve of their lower back.

“What if they don’t remember me?” Though the words were whispered, the tension in them passed through the room as if they were shouted, maybe even screamed with enough intensity to break glass yet no one outside of the perimeters of the milimeteres between the two were able to hear it, muffled by the warm skin and dripping sweat of Randy’s shoulder.

“They were chanting for you last week baby, they know you and they absolutely want you back so don’t even think about that.” His rough but affectionately spoken words were hard to understand as well, neither wanting to end their physical contact. A strangled explanation tried to leave Y/N, but they weren’t able to express their worries so instead let out a frustrated sigh.

“You know they love you. I literally had to compete with the amount of love they had for you when we first got together N/N, I cannot even express to you how much they love you. How much I love you.” After a scoff from the receiving end of such sweet comments, Y/N decided it was time to part ways with their husbands shoulder.

‘Okay, enough with the mushy shit, I have to finish getting ready and then I gotta head to the gorilla.” Uncomfortable at Randy’s declaration of love, just like they always were, they pushed the subject forward much to the disappointment of his love for teasing them. After quickly finishing the final touches of their outfit and waiting in the small, concrete room for a special-made knock on the door from Triple H or Stephanie, two of the only people who knew about Y/N’s return.

Only twenty minutes of conversation seemed like forever, the lovers always able to get lost in each other no matter the circumstances, each of their ability to find joy, and laughter in their soulmate impeccable.

Knock, knock….knock.

Conversation was lost, and the sense of tingling appearing to the tips of fingers. A quick breath sucked into Y/N’s lungs along with a rush of energy and nervousness they had shortly lost.

“Guess it's time then, hm?” Randy’s question broke through the silence that had filled the cement room earning a hum of approvement, the sound echoing into the cold, empty room.

With a push of a door, and their husband following shortly behind, Y/N made their way into the crowded hallway with a confident stride, earning shocked stares because not only was Y/N L/N’s there, but they were in the same building as them, the same hallway as them, only feet away from them, and not only that but, Y/N L/N was in wrestling gear and the crowd was counting down, no other superstars in sight. Y/N L/N’s was back and they were witnessing it, firsthand.

Five!

Another anxious breath left them, tempted to once again start pacing feet away from the curtain that would bring them back into the WWE universe as their hangs began to ring together.

Four!

Y/N spun around, taking a quick look at the many screens and producers, the other superstars staring on in awe, at their husband, and the World Heavyweight Championship belt still around his waist, reminding them of their own success with the unfortunately abandoned Hardcore Title, and the Women's Championship Title.

Three!

At the thought of all of their accomplishments, made in independence and with the love of their life by their side, their small smile turned into a grin, the thought of how much they had longed to be back in the ring and how it was finally happening, their dream for the past four years finally coming true, nightmares of failing their fans and themselves never to return again.

Two!

Randy’s hand wrapped around the back of their neck, roughly pulling a surprised Y/N in for a passionate kiss from behind them, sending the both of them into a playful laughter, a whisper confined to the two of them even in the crowded room leaving Y/N.

“I’m back, baby. I’m back.”

One!

And they can..they can tell us we’re crazy, and we can say, well you haven’t seen anything yet.

The arena had never been louder, not in its 21 years of life, not in football games, not in screaming concerts with fans and musicians louder than life itself, not when Sheamus won his second back-to-back Royal Rumble that night, but for them. Because they were Y/N L/N, and they were back.

i kinda like this one yall ngl and yes i did use the ballad of the sleazy rider for an entrance again its just too good, ALSO this is at the 2013 royal rumble so were just gonna pretend thre was a womens royal rumble then too

also this took me way to long and i have 69 followers teehee

requested by the lovely @thedoveesquire mwah!

i think im gonna close requests for a lil bit and work on the ones i do have and then work on bones body soul and rnd for a lil :/

[epicwingman]

Withered Roses: Nacha Mikaelys

Nacha Mikaelys is a young lady who aspires to be a chef and is the main protagonist of How to Bake a Loaf of Bread. She is the newest resident of the building with her boyfriend, Walter Peterson. The duo moved there for better pay with Walter's job. He finally wants to start his own family with her, but she may have better ideas and eyes elsewhere...

It's time for Nacha's lore sheet! Also I have her down as 20-21 because she's meant to be 21 but whilst putting it together I found out she could be 20...? I'm so terrible with age figuring out istg. I spent today writing out Chapter 2 and figuring out how Book 1 will go. It'll have 12 chapters >:3! Do I know any other chapter names? Nope :D I do know the name of Book 3, which will be For the Man who Craved Blood. Book 3 is more developed than Book 2 atm lmao. Told ya'll it'll get darker eventually. Also whilst figuring out what will be what, Albertsky will actually be a pretty main character in HtBaLoB (Book 1, I ain't typing all that all the time). There's a lot of lore with him which in sets up the lore for Book 2... aka Izaack's arrival! Next lore post will be everybody's favorite goober!

[thisfan-thismonster]

Hiiii late post that should probably wait until morning but I finished my Toyhouse code for my custom Eltingville Club wiki!! I'm like 90% sure it's completely mobile friendly, too :D

Idk how many others in the fandom use TH or have their OCs or eltingsonas up on there, but here's the code if you wanna use it for yourselves. Just keep my credit intact somewhere please!

[cdelphiki]

I was going through my project file for Jason and the Three Terrors because I'm about to start Part III so that's a new folder, okay. I was tossing all my notes and stuff into the trash pile and cleaning it all up and LOOK WHAT I FOUND

This is the note for how to open the story back in the ORIGINAL ORIGINAL draft outline, back when Athanasia was not going to be a secret child. I was going to have her be just like Damian but 18 months younger and a girl. I'm very glad I changed her to being a secret, because I think it added more depth to her character and to the story, but this is also such a fun opening scene. Now I want both stories. LOL