#ima delete this first one

[elisemochi]

Me sighing dramatically: I miss Sidem

as if I didn't mostly engage with it through listening to the music(and lives) and looking at the art

so really nothings changed because i still do all that

Like have you seen these recent(ish) collab art pieces

[alanaaii]

Bae-cation w connie. ☆

nsfw 1st smut , choking

You and connie decided to start getting ready for your flight the night before so you could make sure you had all of your stuff. you stuffed your juicy couture suitcase with all of your essentials and non essentials. as you struggled to close the bag, connie just sat there and chuckled. “you packed too much mama“ “no i packed what i needed“

you continue to try different positions to zip it closed. “you NEED to take some of that unnecessary shit out“ you paused. was this nigga getting sassy?

“i’ll slap the tattoos off of you connie, don’t play wimme” he shook his head as he came over and helped you close the suitcase. connie was right. you did pack a lot of unnecessary things, but you was going somewhere you’ve never been before so it made sense. after getting it closed, you and connie made eye contact. “and who tattoos are you gonna slap off?”

something about his intense gaze made you feel tingly inside and out. you wanted to say fuck this mean acting y/n and kiss him on his pink pretty lips—but you had too much pride. “yours.” with a swift motion connie gripped onto your neck (dw u can still breathe.) and stared you down. you basically melted into his hand. you couldn’t keep eye contact anymore, you looked everywhere but his eyes. “what’s wrong ma? can’t keep your eyes on me?“ you knew he was right. you couldn’t. he was toooo damn fine. both of your lips slowly touched as connie softened his grip. a what was suppose to be a quick kiss turned into a long messy ‘n wet kiss. as he released his hand from your neck completely, you pulled away from the kiss. “you can’t kiss me like that mama..i want more” you smirked and grabbed his hand, making him follow you to your shared bedroom. you could barely make it into the room before connie picked you up and plopped you onto the bed. Your lips connecting once again for part 2. you pulled away for a split second to remove your shirt. he massaged over your breast, using his thumb and finger to pinch the bud causing you to moan inside of connie’s mouth as you feel your panties dampen. connie loved your moans, they turn him on so much he cant control himself. he takes his hands and slides your laced panties down—throwing them to godknowswhere. “mmhm you so pretty y/n.” connie felt how wet you were, slowly sliding one finger in. you gasp as he slides his finger in and out of you. you feel your orgasm building up before you were suddenly left empty. “connn” you whined. all of that emptiness turned to fullness once he slid his long tanned dick inside of you. you couldn’t believe how full connie made you. “t-too much conniee” “cmon ma, you know you can take it.” connie let you get adjusted before beginning to thrust into you. at first his strokes were slow ‘n sweet—at first—letting out your pretty and soft moans before he became rough. his thrusts got faster and hitting wayy deeper. you could feel his dick hitting all of your sweet spots. “talk to me, tell me how much you love this dick” connie felt your pussy sucking him in as he rubbed circles around your clit with his thumb. you couldn’t say a word. connie just felt too damn good. “since youn wanna talk, ima make her talk to me” connie sped up his thrust as you began to see stars, you knew you were coming to your end. you felt your blood rushing before you squirted on connie. wetting the bed and his shirt. you repeated connie’s name as if you were summoning him. it felt so fuckin good. after a few moments of silence, connie breaks it. “all good?” you shook your head yes, your eyes droopy and clearly ready to rest. “well better get cleaned up, we got a flight to catch tomorrow.”

i lowkey don’t like this that much..pls let me know if you do because i will either delete this or never make another smut 😭

[spdrwdw]

hi! I saw ur post abt accidentally deleting reqs and was scared since mine wasn’t answered yet (im not complaining bc ur other work is so so delicious to read 😍) anyways here it is. Ok imagine Miguel ohara being the heir to the mafia ‘throne(?)’ ima be so fr idk what they call it 💀 anyways and he’s in an arranged marriage w/ a girl from a diff mafia family as a way to make peace between the two families, except neither he or the girl are happy abt it. Enemies to lovers would just be majestic for the plot in my opinion 🤭. Anywaysssss thank u sm and remember to drink water 🫶🏻

Art by: Kimmy_art0912 Pairing: Mob Boss Miguel x Wife reader Warnings: Mentions of blood, very mild violence, no use of y/n Summary: You and Miguel come from different mafia families, forced to be married in order to form an alliance as threat from an outside. However, you and Miguel can only tolerate each other, at best. A/N: I swear I scratched and rewrote this like five different times.I am sorry it took so long. I am slowly making my way back into writing. I do thank anon and everyone else for their patience as I slowly make my way back to life and I will be writing more Miguel fics soon. I may do a part two to this, depending on interest recieved. I have been getting into mafia books so I am going to be looking into those for inspo if I do make more parts to this. Also, very very light editing was done. Word Count: 4.6k

Your family and the O’Hara’s have been enemies since your ancestors set foot into this country. Both immigrating from nothing but the clothes on their backs and pennies to their name. 

Your family started working in the food industry. Working in restaurants, bakeries, etc. Anything that had to do with food. Seven days a week. Working from twelve to fourteen hour shifts just to make ends meet. Your great great grandfather worked at the local deli as well as a restaurant. When he wasn’t cutting up meat, he was in the kitchen making food. Your great great grandmother worked at the neighborhood bakery as well as the tailors. Her dream was to make clothes- dresses. She wanted to be a fashion designer. She started taking classes at the local college once they saved up enough money to invest in her studies. 

Eventually, with their hard work and sacrifices, their dreams came true. Your family soon owned several restaurants as well as luxury boutiques. Everyone did their part in keeping the family businesses growing and going. 

At first, it was all simply honest work. Your family stayed humble and grateful for their dedication. Then, with your great grandfather, things took a slight turn. He wanted to expand and turn into construction. Nueva York continued to go and grow, with more people coming to try to make a living and a name for themselves. And in that mix, people with bad intentions also tagged along. The family businesses were in jeopardy of being taken over or shut down completely by these power-hungry thugs. He did not want that. So, he and the rest of the family banded together and began hiring people who would be willing to work for them and protect them, whether they were military vets, criminals, or even cops. Anyone who was willing to protect the family. 

Allyship with other mafia families also aided in the growth and protection. However, there was one family that yours always butted heads with. 

The O’Haras. They immigrated from Ireland around the same time your great great grandparents did. They built their own businesses, casinos, hotels, and clubs- and wanted their own power and a spot with the elites of the criminal world. 

At first, things were neutral between the two families. At one point, the two families were almost allies. However, one night, there was commotion going on at one of the O’Hara nightclubs. Members of your family got into a tussle with the O’Hara group and ended up being a blood bath, with both sides losing men. 

Ever since then, things were tense, and the bloodshed continued to grow as oppositions rose. 

No one really knew what it was that started the feud that night. Some suspected it had been over a woman. Others thought it was simply because some members were drunk and careless words were exchanged.

Either way, the rivalry continued on. Until a new threat entered the city. And there was no choice but to come together. 

—

It’s been six months since you moved into his house. Six months since you lost your freedom. Six months since you got married. To Miguel O’Hara. 

It all happened in an instant. First, you were out abroad, having recently gotten your first major job as a fashion designer in a luxury clothing company, wanting to be as successful as your great great grandmother, and now you were out on a little vacation to celebrate, when you received a call from your father, ordering you to come back home. 

You should’ve relished that Mediterranean breeze as long as you could, because once you got on that flight back home, your world was about to be flipped on its head. 

“I’m sorry…WHAT?!” You screeched at your father, you only looked at you with his calm, cool, distant, expression as he inhaled into his cigar.

“You’re getting married to Miguel O’Hara,” he repeated. 

“I heard what you said! But, why?!”

“The O’Haras had agreed to a truce. Kingpin is gaining on both of our families. We are losing men and traction left and right. We agreed by aligning our families together, we will gain strength in numbers and influence.”

“And you are shipping me off into an arranged marriage! This isn’t the medieval age or whatever! 

Plus, with Miguel?! At least have me marry Gabriel. He’s not an asshole like his brother.”

“Miguel is to become head of the O’Hara family as he is the first born. Plus, his determination has been promising.”

You let out a groan. You could not believe this was happening. You never wanted to get sucked into this life. That’s why you went off to college. To try to get away and make a life of your own. Your efforts were proven to be futile as you felt the rug be pulled from under you and you were being dragged along with it to the same life you were trying to escape. 

Your father’s eyes softened. A hint of sorrow filled them. 

“I know, sweetheart. This isn’t what I was hoping for you, either. But, it is the only way. We are running out of options. I am sure Miguel will take care of you, and you will be able to fulfill your dream of following your great great grandmother’s footsteps. I am sure she would be proud to have someone actively expanding her fashion legacy..”

You still shook your head. It was just too much for you to take in. Plus, wasn’t Miguel in a relationship with someone? Xina? No..they broke up months ago. That’s right. But, wait..he was seeing someone else? Ugh. The guy has a new girlfriend every other day.

Besides, you two did have a thing going on in the past. It wasn’t serious. Mainly the occasional hookups. You two were of rivaling families, after all. You both did have your reasons for disliking each other. So, the sex was pretty much hate sex? If that made sense. It wasn’t out of passion. Unless you could call hatred a passion.

Never did you think you’d actually be getting married to him. 

After the news broke out that you and Miguel were to be wedded, everything went by in such a blur. Preparations for the wedding. The actual wedding. The honeymoon- which was hardly a honeymoon because neither of you actually spent any time together. It was just too awkward, and you knew that he wasn’t happy with this arrangement as much as you were. 

When you first moved into his house, you wanted to sleep in a separate room from him, and he agreed. However, when both of your parents found out about this, they were all livid. 

“How will you two get to know each other more and become intimate with each other if you are sleeping in separate beds?” Your mom cried one day when she came to visit you. You assured her there would be other situations where you and your husband would bond. Public situations where you’d be surrounded by other people and talking to those people rather than each other. 

You two simply avoided each other as much as possible. And during the times when you two were together, your company was either met with silence or bickering. And sometimes even being at each other’s throats. 

He would call you names like ‘immature’ ‘wild’ ‘rowdy’ and so on, simply because you refused to listen to him whenever he demanded something from you. 

You’d retaliate and tell him that he was controlling and a perfectionist. Because well, he was. He had to have things done a certain way or it would ensue chaos. And while he was right about you being a little more rowdy and wild, it was simply because you had the luxury of growing somewhat more normal. Your parents did not drill the life of the mafia into your head the same way it was drilled into Miguel’s. Which is why you both clashed when trying to communicate with each other. 

Right now, you were at home in the library. You spend a lot of time there, and while Miguel’s taste in reading wasn’t usually to your taste, you’d sometimes find yourself reading some of the novels that he was currently reading, as well as reading some that you’ve been purchasing and adding to the collection. 

Which reminded you, you had to head over to the mall and purchase the next book of a spicy romance series you’d been reading. As well as look for an outfit to wear at the next charity event you and Miguel would be attending. 

One of the few things you liked about Miguel was that he was very generous and active in the community, helping those less fortunate.

Placing the book down, you rubbed your bag and keys and decided to head out for a bit. Saying goodbye to the house staff as you walked past them, you made your way to the garage, which housed Miguel’s collection of cars, ranging from vintage to sporty and modern to big black suvs that you’d use whenever a bodyguard was transporting you somewhere, like parties. You never understood why someone needed so many cars but, whatever, as long as it wasn’t your money being spent. 

You made your way over to your car, glad that you were able to bring it with you when you got married. It was your baby. One of the few things you were able to bring with you. 

Glancing over at the clock on the dashboard, you bit your bottom lip. You should have enough time to purchase some books before heading off to your parents for a bit. You did promise them you would show up. They were planning lunch for you. It was your birthday today, after all. 

—

Miguel stood in front of the battered man that kneeled before him, hearing the groaning of pain coming from their mouth as blood pooled around the cement floor. 

Miguel’s knuckles were bleeding. But, it wasn’t his own blood, but the blood of the poor bastard that withered before him. Miguel didn’t like to use violence. He thought it was a primitive way of negotiating with his enemies. However, there were times when a little violence was necessary to get his point across. And to send a message. 

Why was this man being battered like a sack of potatoes? 

The man spat blood, a tooth or two flying out with the glob of blood as he remained strapped to his chair. His face was covered in blood. Beat up and mangled by the hands of the tall, brooding man before him. 

Miguel slowly knelt down before the man, taking a fistful of his hair, forcing him to look up into his almost amber eyes. 

“ Eres un demonio! (You're a demon). Not even the devil himself will want you!” the man spat, a glob of blood landing on Miguel’s cheek.

Miguel let out a hum of disinterest. His eyes lacked any life in them. However, this was when he felt the most alive, seeing his enemies cowering and crumbling before him. 

He took out a handkerchief from his breast pocket and cleaned the blood from his cheek before tossing the now soiled material at the man’s feet. 

“I take that as a compliment, you know. Maybe I want the devil himself to fear me.”

Miguel took out a cigar from his coat pocket and lit it before giving it a deep inhale and exhaled a heavy cloud of smoke at the man’s face. He couldn't believe that one of Kingpin's goons had infiltrated his circle and posed himself as someone who could've been trusted. Miguel was definitely going to send that fat son of a bitch a message, by killing this guy and sending his corpse back to Kingpin's front door. 

Not only that, but it also meant that they were going to have to redo background checks on everyone working for the O’Haras. That was going to be a pain in the ass.

"Gabriel! Hand me my gun," Miguel called out to his brother.

Gabriel, Peter, and Ben were all standing several feet behind Miguel, all watching as their boss beat and battered the man before them. 

Gabriel was Miguel’s right hand now that their father had stepped down as head of the O’Hara family. Many thought Gabriel was going to take charge, however, Miguel was much more brutal and cut-throat than Gabriel. It made sense for Miguel to take up the mantle, despite him being an illegitimate son. 

Plus, Gabriel preferred being on the sidelines instead of making the decisions. 

Gabriel made his way over to his older brother, handing him the gun before stepping back to his original spot. 

“Now. We can do this the easy way. Where I ask you a couple of questions and answer them. Or, we can do this the hard way, when I ask you said questions and if you refuse to answer them, I get to shoot you anywhere I want.”

”I would rather you just shoot me! I will never answer to you!” The man croaked. 

“You never got shot before, have you?” Miguel hummed as he removed the safety from the gun and cocked it before pulling the trigger, shooting the man on the foot. 

The man let out a screeching howl as he thrashed on the chair, letting out a series of curses. 

Miguel simply nodded his head. “That’s what I thought. So..shall we begin?”

The whole ordeal took only a matter of minutes, as Miguel wasted no time in trying to get his questions answered. The man was not sitting lifeless on the chair as bullet holes decorated his body. 

Kingpin had sent a lower ranked grunt to spy on them, trying to scope up any valuable information to report back to his true boss. Unfortunately for Kingpin, those in the lower ranks didn’t really get to be part of the action and behind-closed door discussions, so, this man’s life was unnecessarily wasted. 

“Send his body back to Kingpin. Just leave him on his doorstep,” Miguel said as he examined his suit, letting out a grunt when he saw small splatters of blood. He was going to have to go home and change. “Will do. You should start heading back home. I am sure you wife is waiting for you,” Gabriel said as Peter and Ben began placing the body into a black body bag and carried him out to the waiting pick-up truck. 

Miguel pinched the bridge of his nose. He didn’t hate you, but he knew that you hated him. And you had every right. You got married to him out of force, and while that wasn’t necessarily his fault, he didn’t blame you for holding a grudge on him. 

“Keep me posted on any activity. I need updated background checks on everyone working for us. We can’t let anyone else slip through the cracks,” Miguel stated as he made his way over to his car, with his brother following behind him. Gabriel nodded his head as he watched his brother leave. 

He had to make sure no on in his inner circle was actually working for Kingpin. Is someone indeed was, might as well just shut everything down then and there. 

No. Miguel wouldn’t give up just like that. He would just have to work harder and steer Kingpin off track. 

But, for the time being, his main goal was to get back home and get to his wife. It was your birthday, after all.

–

You spent the majority of the day with your parents. You had gone over to your former home- which you still miss deeply. It was such a stark contrast from where you lived now. There was just so much character, so much history in this house. It was the same house your great great grandfather had bought as a gift to his lovely wife, your great great grandmother, once their businesses were booming.

It had twelve bedrooms and sixteen bathrooms. A library where your mother would take you to read. When you were young, you’d pick out a book for your mother to read to you in bed. Mainly a fairy tale story. 

You always thought your life would be a fairy tale. You always imagined yourself as the princess or heroine, going on adventures and falling in love. However, the universe was not like those in the stories. Maybe in an alternate universe. But, not in this one. 

Instead, you were forced to marry the enemy in hopes of forming an alliance. Which, depending on how you looked at it, could’ve been seen as a fairytale. It didn’t feel like it. You weren’t in love with Miguel. You tolerated each other at best. Plus, you guys had shared history which made things pretty awkward at times. 

—-

You were back home, waiting for your darling husband to come home and wish you a Happy Birthday. He also supposedly promised to take you out to dinner. It was really an attempt for you two to get somewhat closer together. But, you weren’t sure how well that would play out. You both liked to push each other’s buttons. You were sure it would occur tonight. And honestly, you wouldn’t want to have it any other way. You wanted to be a thorn on his side. He was always so full of himself. Always thought himself to be this bigshot. Untouchable. Unweavered. You loved proving him wrong. 

You continued to wait and wait. The house staff had left for the night, including Miss Cheryl, your personally favorite housekeeper. She was an older woman, possibly in her mid-fifties. You never cared to ask her- mainly because you didn’t want to be rude and you actually liked her. 

Looking up at the clock in Miguel’s office, you saw that it was already seven thirty in the evening. Reservations were supposedly made for eight. Miguel had thirty minutes to get there. 

A part of you didn’t really care if he had forgotten or just waved it off. You didn’t want to force yourself to be nice with him, because who knew, you might just throw a glass of wine at him just as you did during your wedding reception.

You could hear a chime coming from the Alexa that rested on Miguel’s desk, signaling that someone had entered the house. 

Finally. You honestly thought he wasn’t going to come. 

Raising from his chair, you decided to go ahead and greet your husband. 

He was making his way upstairs as you made your way down the hallway, both of you making eye contact. 

“You’re late. I thought you weren’t going to come,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest. 

As Miguel stepped closer, you could notice blood splattered on his white shirt. 

“I know. Let me get changed real quick,” he replied as he walked past you. 

You knew Miguel had a way of dealing with those who wronged him. You have seen his blood-stained knuckles, bloodied shirts and a dangerous look in his eyes. It’s pretty much like in the movies. Some poor unlucky soul gets tortured to death by the boss or someone higher up. You’d like to think that Miguel isn’t simply killing people just because of blood-lust. While it wasn’t your business to judge, you didn’t want to be married to someone who is a little too eager to get blood on his hands. 

You made your way to his room, standing by the door as you watched Miguel slip on a fresh pair of pants and button-up shirt, something more suitable for dinner. Once he was finished, he took another look at you, furrowing his brows a bit. 

“What?” You questioned. 

“What are you wearing?” 

“What do you mean ‘what are you wearing’?” You asked, looking down at your dress. 

“Don’t you think that’s too revealing?” He asked. 

“What? Revealing? Where? Don’t tell me showing a little leg and shoulder is prohibited. Come on! This is the height of fashion right now, as well as demonstrating body positivity.” Miguel simply gave you a look as if in disgust. Not for the body positivity part. But rather your fashion choices. He was aware of your family’s success in the fashion industry. He even applauded it. But, he was also a  man with much simpler tastes. Tastes that you would sometimes groan over. 

“Well, I’m not changing, so let’s just get going,” you said as you grabbed a shawl to compliment your dress, and to shut Miguel up. 

The ride to the restaurant was quiet, save for the music that was playing on the radio. You two had very different music tastes. Not surprising. Sometimes you’d change the station or hook up your phone to Bluetooth. But, you tried to sit back and let him listen to his music this time. 

When you two managed to get there, Miguel stopped in front of the valet and got out. The valet driver in-waiting opened the car door for you to help you get out as Miguel rounded the car, handing the keys over to the young man who then took the sleek black suv to the parking garage. 

He gave you his arm to take. It had become routine. Show some sort of display of affection while in public. You never knew who could be watching. Sometimes cameras would pop out in front of you two. 

The proposal was rushed. The engagement. The wedding. People grew suspicious, and rightfully so. Your families quickly came up with a story of how you and Miguel were seeing each other in secret despite the rivalry of the families. The alleged secrecy of romance and hurried marriage gave you two the the title of Romeo and Juliet. Two star-crossed lovers who went against all odds just to be together despite your families and their differences. But, unlike the story, your ending didn’t result in a double-suicide, but rather acceptance, wedding bells, and peace between the two families. Everyone bought it. Well..almost everyone. 

As you two made your way inside and were greeted by the hostess, you were taken to a more secluded area of the restaurant. There, the table had been set up especially for you. A bottle of wine rested over a bed of ice, candles were lit on the table, as well as around the perimeter of your area. It would have been romantic, had you actually had romantic feelings for Miguel.

Still, he was a gentleman and he did go out of his way to reserve a nice place for you.

 He pulled a chair out for you to sit and scooted you in before taking his seat across from you. The music from a live pianist in the main dining hall still reached your private area. Had it not been for them, the room would’ve been dead silent as you and Miguel silently looked through your menus. 

“Can I pour you a glass of your wine?” A waitress asked onceshe approached your table. She was young. Tall and thin with big blue eyes and blonde hair tied up in a ponytail. And wearing way too much makeup. At least for your tastes. 

You could see how she was looking at Miguel, batting her fake eyelashes. You thought they were either going to fall off or send her flying away. Either way, you simply rolled your eyes. You didn’t care if Miguel got hit on, but come on, at least not while you were right there to see. 

“Yes, thank you,” Miguel said, giving her a charming smile. It made you roll our eyes again. Yes, he was being polite and all, but you could see right through him. 

“Can I offer you both an appetizer to start?” She then asked, still looking over at Miguel. 

Miguel then looked over to you, giving you a nod. “Would you like something to start with?”

”Yes, actually. Some bread for the table. they usually bring it out at the beginning,” you started. Which was true. You were just trying to be a little petty. 

“And how about some crab cakes and a salad for the table?”

The waitress nodded her head, her smile now a straight line. So straight, you could swipe your card through it like a card reader. 

“Yes, of course. I will put those in for you and bring you your bread,” she said before leaving the table. 

You simply rolled your eyes once again as you settled back against your seat. 

“How was lunch with your family?” Miguel then asked, trying to make conversation. 

“It was fine,” you responded. Usually, your responses would be short, and Miguel wouldn’t entertain the topic further. You knew you should at least try to get along with him, giving that you are married and that you will be spending the rest of your life with him. You simply assumed that it just hadn’t kicked in yet. You were going to try, though. 

One day.

“Ah, Mr. O’Hara! Mrs. O’Hara! A pleasure to see you two here tonight!” Someone behind you exclaimed. You could hear their heavy footsteps before turning around and seeing the owner and head chef of the restaurant. “Javier. A pleasure to see you,” Miguel said. “We were just celebrating my wife’s birthday.” “Ah! Of course! Happy birthday, Mrs. O’Hara. You look as stunning as ever,” Javier exclaimed. The man was five foot three, a mix of tan to sunburned skin, and all round. He kind of reminded you of the Pillsbury mascot. He looked so squishable and jolly. 

“Actually, Javier. Would you mind me having a word with you, real quick?” Miguel then asked, scooted his chair back from the table and stood, easily towering over the man. 

“O-oh! O-of cours! Of course! Come, come! Let’s step to the side,” Javier stated, now looking a little nervous as he led Miguel out of the room, leaving you alone. 

All while Miguel was having his private conversation with Javier, the waitress came back with the bread and appetizers. 

“We are going to need a couple of minutes,” you stated as she placed everything onto the tables. 

“Of course! I’ll make my way back around in a few minutes,” the waitress said, giving you a tight-lipped smile.  

You tried your best to not roll your eyes at her again as she left. Letting out a sigh, you decided to dig into the bread and appetizers. You sure weren’t going to wait for Miguel to come back to start eating. You never waited for him. Not because you didn’t want to, but because you knew you’d be waiting forever for him. 

–

Soon enough, you were back home. You were still slightly curious about the conversation Miguel had with Chef Javier. But, you didn’t think you should press Miguel about it. Some things were meant to be kept in private. Besides, you wanted no part of this whole mafia stuff. It had stolen so much of your freedom already. You wanted to remain ignorant of what goes on behind closed doors as much as possible. 

You both made your way upstairs, neither of you speaking as you made your way to your rooms for the night. 

Tomorrow you were planning on heading over to the boutique. Your cousin was currently operating it and sometimes you’d go to help her out. It helped you get out of the house every once in a while. Plus, you were usually filled with inspiration when you were surrounded by your family’s clothing. You were still working on your portfolio to give out to various companies, in hopes they would hire you. 

You were confident that they would. You were talented. Plus, you have your family’s name to back you up. Now, all you had to do was to make sure you get a good night’s rest so you could get up refreshed. 

[gabessquishytum]

Okay so I have seen the Warprize Au and I would like to say I have a decent understanding of it. But I have a different idea for it! It’s perfectly okay if you don’t like it, you can just delete this.

But what if King Cow!Hob and King Cat!Dream are already married and have a whole union with their Kingdom’s. And everything is actually really good! Except for the fact that they’re different species so they can’t have kids together like they wish. This bothers Hob, but he does not try and let it show.

Until they get War declared on them by another Kingdom. It’s pretty brutal, but of course with the constant supplies and powerful warriors from Hob’s Kingdom and many skilled spies from Dream’s they are able to defeat the other Kingdom. 

So the King offers them one of his sons as a Warprize, to which they accept. Mainly to understand more about this royal family and see if they could get any secrets from the Prince. 

Dream is the one who the Prince will meet first, and because of how violent the War and the information that had been given from spies. had been Dream is expecting some sort of large man who had been in many battles or perhaps a spoiled brat. So he has the throne room decorated in weapons, spikes and he himself has completely covered himself in his own armor. 

Which was a complete mistake when *ten* year old Orpheus enters the room.

Dream: *Surrounded by heavily armed guards and has darkened the throne room to make it appear more intimidating.* 0_0

Orpheus: *Trembling and sobbing.*

While different people are hurrying about to hide all weapons and pulling open the curtains. Orpheus is standing in the middle of the room, unhealthily skinny, filthy, and properly terrified. So the plan of scaring the Prince worked?

Dream doesn’t know what to do, so he does what any normal King would do and calls his husband for help. And the moment Hob sees this child he has decided he is adopting. (“No Dream this is not negotiable.”)

From Orpheus–when he finally calms down–they learn that he does have older brothers, but his father had said they were far too important to give up. Then told Orpheus that if he had to send one of his sons to their death it would be the one that he could care less about. - RB (Ima just leave this here because emojis dont work-- Sorry...)

This is a really good elaboration on the idea of a warprize au, and I absolutely love it! I have a wonderful feeling that Hob and Dream will spend the rest of their lives "collecting" war prizes in the form of other neglected, abused or orphaned children.

Orpheus is also a cat hybrid, just a different breed of cat to Dream - so they have many things in common. After he realises that he's not going to be killed or tortured, Orpheus basically imprints on Dream and follows him around with a very serious expression on his little face. He wants to be just like Dream, to fight and hunt like him and be strong! Dream quickly becomes equally attached to Orpheus, nicknaming him "little shadow", taking him to counsel meetings, showing him the best nap spots and generally tutoring him. But Orpheus also quickly grows to love Hob just as much, despite being scared of his size at first. Hob is warm and smells really good, and he always has milk for Orpheus to enjoy. He's determined for Orpheus to have a proper childhood where he's loved and spoiled (Hob has always hoped to have children with Dream, even though he had no idea how it could be possible. You can bet he takes every opportunity to enjoy fatherhood.) Every night Hob falls asleep with two cats sprawled on top of him, soaking up all of his warmth, and he has really never loved his life more.

A few years later, King Hob and King Dream happen to meet Orpheus's birth father at some kind of diplomatic gathering, and they have a proper argument about who gets to bite the horrible, awful asshole first. The rival King never even bothered to ask for Orpheus back after the war, just abandoned him in another kingdom! But Orpheus calms his beloved adopted parents down. He's a strong, healthy cat prince with glossy brown fur and a talent for music, and he's not interested in raking up the past. In fact he's much more interested in one of Hob’s distant relatives, a bovine princess named Eurydice...

Hob and Dream are truly the proudest parents. And although wars are to be avoided, they will never regret the conflict that brought sweet Orpheus into their home <3

[brownied0ll]

(NOT PROOF READ)

Ony x black!f!reader

Sooo basicallyyyy fem reader who lowkey strong asf get jealous but like she little bitty like literally 5’1 while ony a whopping 6,4 everytime YALL argue you give him some rough bruises then y’all fuck it out

Warnings: nsfw! P in V, jealousy, toxic relationship, idk what else tbh

You and Ony were cuddling on the couch watching “missing” for like the 100th time, he half sleep half woke and his phone started dingin’ at first you didn’t really pay attention. But then it started getting constant so you picked up his phone and put his passcode in to see messages from instagram? but you was pretty sure you told him to delete that shit!

Next thing you know you scrolling through some texts from a bitch named “Ri’hna” it’s like they were texting non-stop yk damn well he aint drop sum off for her ONE time you was finna wake his ass up and slap him in his shit but something told you too see what this bitch look like so you know who you finna beat tf up.

after about like 35-40ish minutes of checking her socials (off of his phone) the bitch texted talkin’ bout’ sum “mmm why you looking at my page sm?? You obsessed aint you 👅👅?” First of all, the bitch was ugly asf and built sloppy second of all, the bitch knew he had a girl! Thats what made you aggressively wake up ony.

“Hmm..? What ma-“ he said sluggishly and he was tired but once a hard ass slap hit him across his face he woke up right away “y/n what the fuck?!” He said like he didnt know what was going on (he didnt) “now who tf is ri’hna?” You said calmly but in a minute you was finna go off “what is you talkin’ bout?!” Ony looked at you with a confused faced then you punch him in his nose, “nigga stop playing dumb with me” you said tryna keep yourself from hitting him again “y/n you ain’t gon keep hitting’ me!” “NIGGA JUST ANSWER MY QUESTION” you said finally gettin loud after that Yall started fighting not just yelling but fist fighting

Ony ended up spendin’ the night at armin and his girls house (your friend) “damnnn she fucked yo shit up!” Armin said feeling bad Ony had a couple bruises over his face nd a somewhat black eye “what did you do fa ha do dat?” F/n had asked with a concerned look, “ion even fuckin know! She just started asking me who Ri’hna is..” “well who is she” f/n had asked “she a regular drop off but she got a crush on Ony” armin and had said “well if yk she gatta crush on you.. why don’t you block ha or sum’ ?” F/n had asked a good question “because she a customer and y/n shouldve look at the messages better I don’ t respond unless she ask for a drop!” Armin and f/n look at each other “welllll—“ armin said “how bout you just go talk to her yk Yall gon end up back togetha’ anyway” he was right no matter how many times y’all “broke up” or fought y’all ended up fuckin’ it out nd being lovey doves again

It was about 2:23 am you heard a knock at yo apartment door you was confused asf because why somebody at your door at 2 somthing in da morning? You looked through da peep hole, suprise suprise it was no other than ony

“Ngh~! Ohh~!” “Fuck-fuck-fuckkkk” here you two are fucking like animals on the living room floor, that’s how terrible it is y’all didn’t even make it to the bedroom! “Mama, you better not beat me up like that again understand?” Ony said somewhat outa Breath while in missionary still pounding tf outa you. “Don’t make me want~to beat you up aga~in” you said with moans interrupting your words. “You didn’t even let me try to explain myse-“ you shut him up with a French kiss “that’s the past this the present forget about that”

After a couple days the same thing happened which ended up in you two fucking YOURE problems out again this relationship was not healthy at all.

Heyyy y’all! so prob tmr ima do the thing cuz gojo won the poll! This is short so hopefully in the future I make longer ones but I ain’t good a typing for a long time.. but anyways yup bye love y’all😘

[harlowsbby]

Back Outside

Liked by sza, urbanwyatt, lilnasx, chloebailey, jaydawayda, latto and 2,557,000 others.

yourinstagram we back outside this summer or what? 🤪

latto newly single this summer? 👀

yourinstagram @latto I don’t kiss and tell 🤫

lilnasx the caption though? what’s tea?

druski2funny say it ain’t so?

urbanwyatt jack said unblock him 👨🏼‍🦯

tmz @urbanwyatt oh? what’s tea?!?

yourinstagram @tmz the tea is jack harlow is a cheater.

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tmz rumors have been swirling that @jackharlow has cheated on @yourinstagram with his costar laura! we weren’t able to confirm these rumors at first… at least until today! looks like a “friend” that was in Jack’s and Laura’s close friends leaked these! We’re assuming Jack didn’t have his now ex girlfriend @yourinstagram added to this list!

Seems like he was keeping these on the low! And based off these captions via the photos while Y/N was sleepin Jack was creepin

lilnasx damnnnnnnnn I wonder who leaked the close friends?! 🤪

druski2funny @lilnasx man you’re fake as FUCK how you gonna do that to Jack?

lilnasx @druski2funny I’m just as fake as that fake ass chain you wear around your neck

druski2funny @lilnasx yeah ima head out 👨🏾‍🦯

urbanwyatt how much could I get if I leaked a video of the two of them making out?

neelam @urbanwyatt URBAN LOG OFF

sza this is why I don’t claim pisces’s men

Liked by urbanwyatt, druski2funny, lilbaby, nemo, champagnepapi and 1,887,245 others.

jackharlow focused on me.

lilnasx how come as soon as a man gets caught cheating he’s suddenly focusing on himself 😂

sza @lilnasx CLOCK THAT TEA

druski2funny stay strong player 🙏🏽

jaydawayda this is so pisces coded I can’ttttt 😂

lilbaby I’d just go ahead and delete this if I was you man

champagnepapi words of advice jack just leak your nudes like I did and they’ll forget all about this shit

urbanwyatt y’all he spent all day crying believe it or not #don’t #believe what you see in photos

lilnasx @urbanwyatt I am ROLLINNNNN

Liked by lilnasx, sza, chloebailey, jaydawayda, druski2funny and 3,999,000 others.

yourinstagram anyways here’s a fun little video to distract y’all from all this mess….

druski2funny a whole thing of toothbrushes why the hell do you need that?

yourinstagram @druski2funny I leave one at every man’s house ima be with this summer 😌

druski2funny @yourinstagram oh 🧍🏽‍♂️

urbanwyatt you so greedy why do you have plastic forks and knives 😂😭😂

lilnasx I’m surprised you ain’t pull out no burger

sza 😂😂😂

jackharlow that lollipop looks good do you wanna share?

yourinstagram @jackharlow boy.

Liked by tmz, urbanwyatt, lilnasx, ellamai, jaydawayda and 999 others.

theshaderoom well we know one rapper that won’t be boo’d up for Valentine’s Day and that’s @jackharlow! looks like he must’ve seen @yourinstagram recent instagram post!! Look like she’s boo’d up with rapper @quavo are we here for this relationship roomies?!

lilnasx oooo she got herself a chocolate man I love this for my good sis

druski2funny I love this for her but I hate the face that she ain’t with me smh

lilnasx @druski2funny you know what lemme not go in on you 💀

sza love this for her!

urbanwyatt ooo jack is screaming and kicking and sliding now the walk rn

neelam @urbanwyatt URBAN BE QUIET

(Hope you guys like this I had no idea what I was doing 😭)

[scapingthebottomofthebarrel]

Hello!

I saw that you were accepting requests so can I request a Tom Holland ( Spider-Man) x a reader who faints a lot. Like she blacks out multiple times a day. How overprotective would Spidey be? If you can, then maybe can please incorporate Steve Rogers in the story too. I have been obsessed with them..♥️

Please delete if this uncomfortable or bad🙏

I had fun writing this! I hope you like it!

Emergency Tylenol

“I forgot the Tylenol. We need to go back. Actually wait a second. I think…yup! Secret back up Tylenol!” You can’t help but smile as you watch Peter mutter to himself and dig around in his bag. You watch him lay out all the supplies from his bag. “Ok so we’ve got secret back up Tylenol, ibuprofen, ice packs, bandaids, neosporin, your emergency meds, and two water bottles.” He says proudly.

“Peter I promise you don’t need to carry all of this around with you. I have some stuff in my bag. I’ll be fine.” You insist for what must be the millionth time today.

“I absolutely do, sweetheart. As your boyfriend it’s my swore duty to take care of you and I can’t do that if I’m not fully equipped.”

“Peter, we’re literally in a private limo on our way to the Avengers Compound. I don’t think I could be any better taken care of.” He seems to consider your words for a moment before shrugging and opening the bainaid container to reorganize them.

“You could be. Trust me, I keep stats. You’re-“

That was the last thing you heard before everything went black. When you open your eyes you find yourself on a bed in a room that you slowly recognize at Peter’s bedroom in the compound. You look around for any sign of him but only find a bottle of water, some Tylenol, and a note the simply reads

‘Boom. Prepared.’

You can’t help but smile at your boyfriends antics. The ache in your head prompts you to take the pills. You quickly finish the water bottle and slowly get up as to not black out again. After a moment when you’re sure you won’t faint you make your way to the nearest lounge.

“There they are!” Steve says with a soft smile.

“How long was I out for?” You ask as you plop down onto the couch next to him.

“About 20 minutes.”

“I’m coming back around quicker. That’s nice.” Steve nods as he fishes out his phone

“Peter’s in the lab with Tony. I told him I’d text him when you woke up.” He explains while he slowly types on his phone. “You’d think the kid didn’t know what was going on.” He says it with a fond smile.

“We’ve been working on him not being two inches from my face when I wake up.” You say with a laugh. You’ve known Peter since 7th grade and you began dating your sophomore year of high school. Despite that he still treats each black out with meticulous care. “Oh! Guess what!” You say excitedly remembering the whole reason for you coming to the compound today.

“What?” Steve asks with just as much enthusiasm.

“I entered you in an art contest and you won first prize! I submitted that picture you drew of Peter and I.” You quickly scroll through your email looking for the one about the contest results. “Well there not actually a prize, but it’s nice to be acknowledged ya know?” Steve chuckles and leans back a bit to clearly see the screen you’ve shoved in his face. As he reads the email you hear the soft sound of the door to the lounge opening.

“I’m glad to see you’re up and about sweetheart.” Peter says as he comes to lean on the arm rest next to you. “How are you feeling?”

“Well it’s four o’clock and I’ve only blacked out three times today, so pretty good.” Peter gives you a once over before nodding.

“Ima have to steal her for some studying Captain Roger’s.” Your eyes go wide at this.

“Oh no we have that test on Monday!” You groan sinking into your seat.

“Yup. So we gotta get some snacks and get to studying.” Peter takes your hand and pulls you up from the couch before leading you towards one of the kitchens.

“See ya later Steve! Don’t forget to revel in your victory!” You shout as you walk away.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You and Peter have been studying for two hours and you’re starting to feel a little light headed from the stress.

“Why don’t we take a break?” Peter suggests before you can voice your discomfort. You smile gratefully knowing that Peter saw the signs of a black out starting to appear. “Sweetheart, you can tell me when something is getting too much.” He reminds you and you both close your books and migrate from the table to the beanbags where all your snacks are.

“I know. I’m just so worried about this test. I know I’ll probably do fine, but it’s such a big grade.” You sigh as you poke a straw into a juice pouch.

“We’ve been studying for two weeks. We’re gonna do great. It’s Friday why don’t we relax?” You ponder his words for a moment before nodding. “Great. I’ll dim the lights and grab your meds. You pick a movie.” Never in your wildest dreams would you have thought you would find someone. You’ve blacked out three times today and each time Peter was nothing but caring. You take a second to watch Peter as he grabs you some water and your meds before meticulously diming the lights to the setting he knows is perfect when you’re starting to feel faint.

“I love you.” You sigh happily. Peter nearly drops what he’s holding.

“Wh-what was that?” He asks slowly.

“I love you. I never knew I could love someone this much.” You explain. “I’m so happy it’s you I’m in love with.” Peter gets a dopy grin on his face and hops over the couch you sitting on to be next to you. He puts his hands on either side of your face and kisses you all over.

“I love you too!” He practically squeals. You can’t help but giggle and you two slowly settle in on the couch. “It was the emergency Tylenol wasn’t it? No one can resist.” He adds after a moment. You can’t help but burst out laughing.

“Yes Peter, it was the emergency Tylenol.” You and Peter both know that this is it for both of you. No other love could ever feel like this.

[itsjulesdude]

hiya i have no clue if ur actively taking requests or not.. so ima give it a shot.

could i pretty please have little kim with cg ramona? (not forcing ofc! feel free to deny/delete this ask if u dont wanna! :D) also ur regression art is so cute, the tadc ones r my favs so far!

Omg hi yes I am, I’m back from the dead !!

First time drawin Kim, def never rlly saw her as agere but if she was I think she’d be older 5-10 range !! Def a lil bully too !! This was a fun one tho, ty :D

[accidentallybeshert]

Accidentally Beshert by The Kosher Serial Chapter One

“Chaim Leider, 25, from Cincinnati, OH. Went to WITS, currently in college for accounting in Bergenfield, NJ. Picture attached.”

I had no idea who this guy was, but his shidduch resume just appeared in my google drive one day. So… sign from Hashem? Or just plain creepy? I searched every possible way I could think of that his resume might have come to me, but I couldn’t seem to trace it at all.

I considered deleting it…. He was kind of cute, though.... 

In the end I just ignored it. I’d even forgotten that it was there until the odd occasion where I went searching through my google drive for something and came across it again, each time more befuddled than the time before. WHERE had it come from??

I had this one friend who was always trying to set me up with random guys, but when I'd come across this doc the first time six years ago, she'd denied having any knowledge of who he was or having sent the resume to me.

So… definitely creepy. But… also, maybe a sign from Hashem.

I sat there squinting at it for probably the 5th time in as many years, wondering for the millionth time who he was, where this document had come from, and... if he had ever gotten married.

He’d be about 30 or 31 now, I thought to myself, trying to picture him several years older than the included photo.

“Hey, Miri, what are you doing?” My sister was standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame, arms crossed. Her expression was accusatory, like she thought she might have caught me doing something sketchy. “Who are you ogling, there?”

I immediately closed the tab in my browser, switching back to something less conspicuous. “What are you even talking about?” I countered, my heart starting to race, though I wasn’t sure why. It’s not like I was actually doing anything wrong.

At the question, my sister began to smirk. “Ok, sure. Details. NOW.” She demanded. For someone three years younger than me, she always seemed to have an air of authority that I could never seem to muster.

“I’m not ogling anyone.” I said, trying to sound like that statement was even remotely true.

She just chuckled back at me. “Liar. You should have seen your face.”

For a moment I sat there, affronted. Had I been making a weird face? No... I didn’t think so, anyway. “What? My face wasn’t doing anything weird.”

“Dude. You practically had drool coming out of your mouth,” she said, mimicking a slack jawed drooler, her tongue sticking out.

“Oh, shut up!” I grabbed a throw pillow and aimed for her head. “I did not!”

“Hey!” she yelled, unfolding her arms to pick up the pillow and throwing it back at me. “Do you actually think your actions right now are those of an innocent party?”

Ok, she had a point there. But I couldn’t give an inch. “So, you can dish it, but you can’t take it?”

She shook her head at me with mock disappointment. “Hon, verbal assault is never an excuse for physical retaliation.” God, she sounded so much like our father, the lawyer.

I rolled my eyes and turned my back to her. “But you admit there was some unnecessary violence in your own words.”

“Whoa,” she said, walking into my room. “No one said anything about violence. But you’re changing the subject. Who was the dude you were ogl— ok, fine!” she held up her hands defensively when I glared at her. “The guy you were staring at?”

“Ugh. It’s nobody.”

“Well, if it’s a nobody, it was clearly a somebody.”

“What?”

She laughed. “Just telllll me! Or I’m telling Ima you have a boyfriend.”

“Yeah, sure. Like Ima would ever believe that.”

“Um, I interned with Abba for a semester,” she said, pointedly. “I’m sure I could make a convincing argument.”

Yep. That was true. Had been our whole lives. The internship aside, Dina had always had a natural ability to craft and win any argument. It was super annoying.

“Whatever.” I said, rolling my eyes.

“Whatever is a loser’s final word,” she mocked, still smirking.

I rolled my eyes at her again, “WHAT. EH. VER.”

“Well, if you seriously don’t care, I think I’ll go have that chat with Ima right now…” she teased, as she started back towards the door.

“You’re not going to really do that,” I said, unsure of the words, even as I spoke them.

“Try me,” she said, mischief written all over her face.

“Dina!” I yelled at her back, warningly, as she practically skipped away.

“Ohhhh, Ima!” I heard her call out as she disappeared into the hallway outside my room.

“DINA!” I stood up and rushed to the door. “Fine!! I’ll tell y—“ I broke off as I marched through the door and saw her standing in the hallway, arms crossed again grinning at me.

“Ima’s not even home,” she said, one eyebrow cocked with a satisfactory smirk. “Now spill!”

I threw my head back in exasperation and groaned as I marched back into my room with Dina at my heels. She was infuriating. “You exhaust me.”

“Yeah, but you love it,” she laughed. “So, nu? Who’s the guy?”

“Chaim Leider, 25, from Cincinnati, OH. Went to WITS, currently in college for accounting in Bergenfield, NJ.” I recited from memory as I sat back on my bed and pulled my computer over. One ctrl+shft+t later and Chaim’s face was staring back at us.

“Oh, cool. Seems a bit young for you though. Did someone redt him to you?” She leaned over my shoulder to see the resume.

“I don’t know,” I shrugged.

Puzzled, she turned her face towards mine and was so close I had to lean back to see her. “What?” She asked, confused.

“What what?” I asked.

“What do you mean you don’t know?”

“I honestly have no idea.”

She leaned back. “How could you have no idea? Where did you find his resume?”

“In my google drive.”

“So… someone sent it to you.”

“I don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know!?”

Ugh. Sibling conversations are always so annoyingly circular.

“You know, as a previous lawyer in training, I’d have thought your skills at getting info from people would be a bit better,” I said, matching her annoyance.

She rolled her eyes. “I just don’t understand. If you have his resume in your google drive, it must have been an attachment from someone. If it was an attachment, shouldn’t you know who sent it and why?”

“You’d think,” I shrugged again. “But it was like six years ago.”

​”Wait, what?” Now she looked as bewildered as I felt every time I opened the file. “You’ve had this thing for six years?”

“Yep.”

“And you just..." She raised her eyebrows at me. "Pull it out and stare at it?”

“No!” I blushed. “I forget it’s there and only come across it every so often when I’m searching my drive for something else.”

She didn’t look convinced. “Well, he’s probably married at this point," she said, leaning forward again to read the screen.

“Probably.”

“So, why haven’t you deleted it?”

“I’m not really sure,” I confessed. “For several months I tried to figure out where it had come from and when that didn’t work, I kinda’ forgot it was there.” I shrugged. “Like I said, every so often I come across it again and it just irks me that I have no idea how it ended up in my drive.”

Dina leaned back. “Weird.”

“Yep.”

“Have you googled him?”

“What? No.” 

“Why not?”

I had no answer. 

“Don’t you think it’s kinda’ creepy to keep pulling out this picture of a random dude who could totally be married and putting his oldest into, like, elementary school?”

“Well, when you put it like that…”

“Look, you should at least figure out if he’s married.”

“Why? Would that make it any less weird?”

She shrugged, “I dunno. Maybe.”

I stared at her for a moment, contemplating. 

“Dude!” She said loudly. “DO IT.”

“Like now?”

“Miri, how daft can you be!? Yes, now!” she practically yelled, pointing at the screen.

“FINE!” I shouted back at her. I opened a new tab and paused at the search bar. 

“What do I even search?” I said aloud.

Dina sighed. “You know, sometimes it’s so hard to believe you’re an adult.”

I narrowed my eyes at her.

“Obviously the info you just said to me!” She said, exasperatedly. “His name and location for starts. Maybe even add in the word engaged or mazel tov in quotation marks to see if any simchas pop up.”

I turned back to the screen and typed in [“Chaim Dovid Leider” “Ohio”] and waited for the results to load. Nothing. I tried [“Chaim Dovid Leider” “WITS”] and still got nothing. 

“Huh.” Dina said, disappointed. “That’s so bizarre. Try it without the middle name.”

I tried again without the name Dovid and still got nothing. 

“Miri!” Dina looked shocked and excited by this lack of development. “This is SO WEIRD!”

“I know!” I said, eyes over-exaggeratedly wide. “I have no idea who this is or where this came from!”

“Miri! We have to find this guy!” Dina’s excitement level was rising, which was never a good thing for me. 

“Dina! No, we don’t!” I said, mocking her excited tone.

“MIRI! YES WE DO!” She was practically hopping up and down on my bed now. 

“Dina! No! Down, girl!” I admonished her, trying to temper that excitement.

“OMIGOSH, MIRI! This is the most exciting thing that’s ever happened! Who is this guy!? How did his resume end up in your drive!? It HAS to be a sign from Hashem!”

“Yeah, it’s weird, but that doesn’t mean it has to be a sign from Hashem. Like you said, he could be married.”

“But there’s only one way to find out! We have to find him!”

“And how on earth would you even go about doing that?”

“A nation-wide search, obviously! Omigosh, it would be like the reverse Cinderella! How cute would it be if he’s still single and pining away for YOU!” Dina leapt off my bed and started pacing excitedly. 

“Dina, first of all, how would he even know who I am. That’s absurd. Second, this is in no way a Cinderella or… reverse Cinderella? And third, there’s no way to do a nation-wide search for someone who doesn’t even show up on google.”

“Miri, what if HE got YOUR resume randomly in his dropbox or something!?”

“Ok, now you’re off in fantasy land.”

“Or maybe you’re just too much of a cynic,” she said, stopping her pacing to turn to me and shake her head. “Where is your emunah!? Hashem can do ANYTHING! Why couldn’t He do this?”

“I’m not saying Hashem couldn’t do this, I’m just saying He didn’t. It’s… ridiculous. Impractical.”

Dina looked at me incredulous. “Miri, that’s what nissim are. They’re ridiculous and impractical. And also miraculous and beautiful and amazing!”

I rolled my eyes again. Obviously she was right. But not about this. She couldn't be. Just because I got his resume randomly, weirdly, in my online storage doesn’t mean he had mine. Things didn’t work like that. And even if they had, clearly he didn’t want to meet me, since he hadn’t taken the time to google and reach out to me either. I mean, I was at least on facebook and had a business website, totally google-able.

“You’re so ridiculous,” was all I could say, rolling my eyes.

“You’re just saying that because you know I’m right,” she said, smiling at me knowingly. 

“Ugh. Please just drop this.” I said, closing the tab again.

“Fine,” she said, turning on her heel and heading back out the door. 

But that had been too easy. I had a feeling this would not be the end of this conversation…

[classyruinsbarbarian]

Decided to do the Suncat thing in Lifegen which gives me some more options. The Guard & Suncat will be queens instead of warriors and also I choose for the clan to be old aka it has existed for some time and so I have a few other cats in Starclan, I am also going to play as suncat. I decided to keep the names because I cannot remember things well and I would confuse everyone for each other

I forgot to change the children's names if you are wondering how I did it I go to change name and on their suffix delete the old suffix, add a period and boom!

Suncat and their origin also they were adopted by Hazel

Guard!!

Starclan and also a natural spawned guide that was also a suncat?? thats so cool

Its only the first moon ima update every so often

Edit: forgot to mention this, but for some reason it won't let me go into the game files (it wants me to download clangen first, but downloading this by itself took me 20 minutes I don't want to deal with that)

Double edit: Sun & Sleek are mediators there are no herbalists

Triple edit: Larkspur is deputy because I despise seeing the error code for when you have a cat become a apprentice/warrior when you don't have a leader, also Hazel is leader

Quadruple edit: I made Ids for each image, but I forgot to update them all so I only have one partially done omg I am doing this later

[yellowsugarwords]

Hi! I would love to request a reaction type fic for s2 of twdg. The summary is that the s2 gang react to Clementine killing Carver. She would kill him exactly how Kenny did. Thanks!

okay SO I wrote a request based on Clementine killing Carver but NOT how Kenny did it, but I can't find the request, so instead of just deleting it ima post it here. I can easily write the bat-beating one too (wow that sounds horrible out of context)

these are gonna be long so read under the cut : )

Luke: The ring of the gunshot hung in the air, and for a moment Luke thought everything was in slow-motion. All he could see as he turned around was Clementine, the gun aimed directly at Carver, her finger already pressed on the trigger. She shot him in the knee, wounding him instead of killing him. Carver hit the ground and cursed, attempting to crawl, seething as he started toward the child. “Clem!” Luke yelled, jumping for her. Another shot, right through Carver’s forehead. Luke got to her initially to push her behind him and instead pulled her into his arms. He could feel her shaking as she dropped the gun, weakly gripping his shirt. “He was going to--” “You’re okay, it’s okay.” He hushed, one hand on her back and the other on the back of her head, soothing her, or at least attempting to.

Nick: Nick closed her eyes, his stomach leaping into his throat. As much as he had his fair share of issues with Kenny, this was beyond cruel. This was crippling. Debilitating. Just as he was ready to turn away, despite whatever consequence was to recieve from Carver as punishment for doing so, he heard a pop. A loud pop. Cautiously, as if he was afraid to see what was happening, he turned around and spotted Clementine, her gun lowered, and a bleeding Carver collapsed on the ground in front of her. A pool of crimson began to spread around his head. Clementine turned, and the first person she spotted was Nick. Her eyes were pleading for reassurance. For something. For anything. “I had to.” She said softly. Nick could barely hear her over the shocked ringing in his ears. Nick could only nod. His lack of reassurance caused her eyes to well up. “I had to. He was going to kill him.” “I know,” Nick said, starting forwards toward her, not knowing what else to do. Feeling useless, he placed a hand on her shoulder, rubbing it in circles as she cried. He was horrible at this type of thing but at a loss for words. Clementine had really done that for all of them, not just Kenny. “You did the right thing.” Was all he could think to say, even if it didn’t make Clem feel much better.

Carlos: Carlos could feel himself fighting back a scowl, not wanting Carver to turn around and witness his disdain. He knew, if that happened, he wasn’t the one that would suffer. Carlos could guarantee that Carver would go after Sarah. Just to torture him more so than her. Every fiber of Carlos’ being was to protect Sarah. He couldn’t risk anything. Luckily, he didn’t have to. Just as he was going to turn around, ushering Sarah somewhere else as to avoid the violence. A loud POP caused him to jump. He flipped around, only to see Carver stumble on his feet, a hole directly sent through his forehead. After a brief moment of stumbling, he fell back onto the floor, eyes lifeless and limbs limp. Carlos turned, eyes wide in horror at what he was seeing. Clementine, holding a gun, stared at Carver’s lifeless body on the floor. She slowly lowered her aim, then scanned the room, finally settling her gaze on Carlos. Currently, he was the only one willing to look at her and not the bloody bodies on the floor. Carlos only nodded, as though trying to reassure her. He was mortified that she believed that was the best solution, but he knew she did what she could at the time. Kenny and Clem had a history. She couldn’t let him go. “It’s okay.” He mouthed to her, watching how her shaking hands set the gun on the ground.

Sarah: Sarah was cowering behind her father’s legs, unable to stomach the sight. She could barely stand the sound of the radio cracking against Kenny’s face. Then, suddenly, BANG! Silence. Just as Sarah began to peak, Carlos lower his hand. “Sarah, do--” Before he could stop her, Sarah saw everything. The bloody heap that was Carver on the floor. Kenny, stunned, bleeding profusely from his right eye, Sarita weeping as she started for him. And she saw Clementine, lowering the gun she clutched with both of her hands. Clem turned to her, eyes wide and traumatized. “I,” she started, shaking her head, as though she wasn't aware of what had just happened. “I had no choice.” Sarah stared back at her, eyes wide and stunned, but had no way to respond. She didn’t know Clementine was capable of such things. She didn’t know how to feel. Most importantly, she didn’t know what to do. She didn’t know what any of them were going to do.

Rebecca: Rebecca practically leaped out of her skin when she heard the gunshot go off. He was facing Carver, watching as his face twisted in pure enjoyment as he pummelled Kenny to the ground. But when the bang went off, she saw a shot of blood from his forehead and then watched him collapse in a heap. Her jaw dropped and, glancing past the bloody mess on the floor, she saw Clementine, lowering the arm that wielded the gun. Her breathing was ragged and terrified, even if she tried to downplay it for the group. It was moments like these that Rebecca remembered she was still a child, just attempting to seem strong for a group that she was trying to prove herself to. “He wouldn’t stop,” Clementine said, staring dead ahead at Rebecca as she spoke. “There was no other way.” Rebecca pressed her lips together and nodded, eyes soft and empathetic. “I know.” She said, gently. “You’re right.” Clementine lowered her gaze and dropped the gun to the floor, showcasing how deeply her hands were shaking. Rebecca walked forward without a second thought, kneeling in front of her and blocking her view from the body in front of her. Carefully, Rebecca took one of the child’s shaking hands in hers. “You did the right thing. You saved Kenny. And us.” Clementine nodded, but Rebecca could tell through her gaze that she didn’t believe it. She was petrified.

Alvin: Alvin closed her eyes and held his breath. With every crack of the radio against Kenny’s face, he flinched. If he could, if he knew it wouldn’t jeopardize the safety of his wife or future child, he would’ve body-tackled Carver right then and there, beating him to the bloody pulp that he deserves to be. Just as he was about to open his eyes - to see if Carver was almost done - there was a loud BANG! His eyes snapped open without a second thought. It was just in time to see Carver crumple over, only missing landing on Kenny thanks to Kenny kicking him out of the way. Kenny groaned and attempted to sit upright, Sarita a wreck as she rushed to his side, attempting to assess the damage, then desperately waving Carlos over. All Alvin could look at was Clementine, lowering her gun, but still clutching it between her shaking hands. Alvin was one of the first members of the cabin crew to believe Clementine was genuinely good and deserved a chance. The moment Clementine stared at him, she could her chest ache. She hoped she hadn’t lost that trust. Alvin nodded, giving her a sad smile, then open his hands to her. Clementine set the gun on the ground and darted for him. Alvin knelt down, wrapping her in a hug, holding her close as she shook from fear in his arms. “You did the right thing.” He assured her, holding her close, trying to keep her as calm as possible.

Kenny: Kenny was on the ground in utter agony. He could only pray that the beating was over and done with soon. At least then he would be blind or dead. Given how brutal the attack was, Kenny was beginning to hope for the latter. Just as he was attempting to speak - to yell, or plead, or do anything - he heard a loud pop. Then, he felt something warm on his forehead. When he opened his remaining good eye, it was Carver, a drop of his blood landing on Kenny, before he collapsed and crumpled on the floor beside him. He scrambled to a sitting position, making direct eye contact with Clementine, holding the gun. Her eyes were wide in terror. Before Kenny could speak, Sarita was at his side, attempting to assess the damage his eye had sustained. “It’s okay, Clem.” He reassured. “You did good. You did the right thing.” He called to her, as she seemed too frozen in fear to move. It wasn’t until he waved her close did she abandon the gun and rushed into his open arm, clutching him tightly and desperately. She couldn’t lose him too.

Sarita: Sarita could see Carver start for Kenny, and her gut twisted. Just as she started for her partner, ready to defend him however she needed, she heard a loud pop. She ducked instinctively, flipping around to see where the bullet had come from, and spotted Clementine, hands steady but eyes wavering, holding the smoking gun between both of her small hands. She didn’t move, merely maintained her aim as Carver collapsed, waiting to ensure he was dead. “Clementine?” Sarita managed out, voice shaking. Clementine’s eyes snapped to her, her hands slowly beginning to shake. “I couldn’t let him keep hurting him.” Her voice sounded fragile and terrified. Only then was Sarita reminded that Clementine, despite her bravery in their world, was still a child. “Oh, Clementine,” her heart was breaking in a slew of ways. Clementine just set the gun on the ground, fingers shaking and eyes watering, before slowly backing up and away. She couldn't make eye contact with anyone. Instead, Sarita drew closer, kneeling down, and giving her a gentle hug. She could feel Clementine’s silent tears.

Bonnie: Bonnie could feel her heart crash into her stomach at the sight before her, but she didn’t have the strength to fight it. Her stomach clenched with every punch Carver laid onto Kenny. She closed her eyes, wanting to turn away, but knowing she too would be punished if she did. Suddenly, BANG! Bonnie’s eyes shot open to see Carver crumple to the ground. She felt as though her legs would buckle out from underneath her as she turned around, spotting Clementine. Her eyes were wide, as if she was also stunned as to what she had just done, and dropped the gun to the ground. “I--” She cut herself off, staring at her hands, then her eyes darted around the room in a panic. “I couldn’t let him keep going.” She said, pleading with Bonnie. Without thinking, as though she was on auto-pilot, she knelt forward and hushed Clementine, holding her shaking hands. “It’s okay, you did the right thing.” Urgently, as though looking for backup, she turned to Luke, eyeing him nervously, hoping he would come through to comfort the child as well.

𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 💌☕️♡

[brokenquirk]

Ok whats my hero academia about sigh I’ll probably watch just for u pooks also ima need u to watch aot cause i need someone to obsess over Levi with me-🖤

OMG ILL START THAT TODAY!!!

Basically Mha is about how these ppl have this think called a “quirk” which is basically a superpower and it’s centered around this kid who was quirkless but gained power by his favorite superhero. I will admit it that it didn’t catch my attention at first but it genuinely gets better!! I’ve only watched three anime’s so far but Mha probably is top for meeee but it’s so hard to say bc the first one I watched was demon slayer but it definitely lived up to that imo

I don’t wanna give too much info to spoil and I’ll delete all the stuff I posted just in case you do watch but yeah!!

I will definitely start that tonight 😊😊

[potatodemon-beesensible]

You ever just… say something and think “Man most people aren’t like this are they?”

Like… I’m hopping onto my Xbox to start a new save file in Dark Souls 3. I’m thinking about deleting my old unfinished ones because perfectionism. I then think about how cool they all are and how much personal love and creativity went into each of my characters. Also about how I always deleted my minecraft worlds as a kid… and as I was sitting down. I just said “Vestiges of human creativity let’s fucking go” in a soft tone. Then I thought “Yeah I really filter myself in social events.”

Reminds me of how in Danganronpa Kyoko actually points out how Makoto talks in big meaningful poetry terms a lotta the time. I wonder if this is a decently common thing and a lotta people who speak more creatively suppress it. When I’m in a conversation I think of a complicated artistic way of saying something first, then I dumb it down because half the time someone just goes “Whuh?” Or they make fun of me or put me down for it.

In all fairness the latter part doesn’t happen often. Doesn’t take much for a bad thing to be internalized though.

Anyway, Ima make my assassin Zweihander wielding twink man with cool mercenary armor now.

[eebeebackup]

Hi, I’m not kidding when I say I had a dream of your blog coming back and I get like Deja vi dreams a lot so ima tell myself that’s what it was

Also, you’ve probably thought about this so this may be a dumb recommendation. But when you get your account back, maybe you turn that one into the backup, or eebee the prequel account. So all your stories will be there and people can easily go back to look at them and you won’t have to go through the account to renovate it? This is probably stupid so sorry if this seems like overstepping that was just the first thing to come to mind.

~⭐️ anon

WE ARE MANIFESTING IN THE CLUB TONIGHT!!

Yeah I’m not sure. Tbh it’ll kinda depend.

I’ll be so honest; I like when my writing gets attention, and I was proud of the following I grew! That being said, I write what I wanna write, regardless of if it gets a hundred or zero notes. So I’ll probably move back to my old blog, keep this one as an archive to reblog everything to, and then make a poll on how people feel if we start over. If people are REALLY against it, then I probably won’t, and will continue story as is and keep the rewrite to myself for a bit. Honestly depends on if my blog gets restored before I finish it LMAO once it’s done I’ll post it here, it’ll prob only take me a few more days.

I def wouldn’t delete anything, but probably just change how I structure stuff, maybe adding a disclaimer of ‘hey this is much messier and unpolished but it’s here!’

But yeah, I’ll def keep this account just to reblog everything to just in case, but if old account comes back I’ll prob just restructure that one I think. I think there’s a lot of flaws with my original stories, but if people want them to continue, then that’s what I’ll do o7 there’s other stuff I have to figure out with how I want to handle rewriting, like Alex and Callon’s whole bit because I like writing them a lot, but having a pre-quel while other stories were still ongoing confused a lot of people, so I may make some minor changes to their story and have it happen alongside Tali and reader’s, and maybe just utilize flashbacks a bit more. Unsure…

[sos717]

While learning how everything is an illusion, this past weekend I learnt something dark about my boyfriend’s past that he hid from me.

Im still processing so now I’m confused and find it hard to be focusing my awareness on things that bring me more peace.

It’s like I want to be aware of ugly shit.

Anyway. I’m confused and I want to wake up again. I want peace. I want to feel loved and desired. And I can’t find the mental peace to become that.

I guess I’m asking for help? Or just needing to write this.

Anyway, thank you. You are the best.

Hello! I’ve been inactive these past few days but you guys are stacking my inbox 🤭🤭😭😭 (I LUV U GUYS) soooo I think ima respond now

So you did say “I guess I’m asking for help or just needing to write this” I’m not really sure what kind of help you want sooo pls maybe clarify in terms of what you’d like, however you also said you just want to recognize peace.

What I will say is, with the limited info (and that’s totally okay, please never share more than your comfortable with) if your partner is associated with dangerous or harmful behaviors that can affect you or goes against your morals, tread carefully and take care of yourself first 🫶.

Anyways moving forward, so these past few days I had been going through (and it’s fine I feel incredible now) some realllyyy dark “spiraling”. And after “coming out of it” I realized, (and this is just my opinion) truly everything is beautiful, to a certain degree of course, this entire experience is so interesting? The high highs and the low lows, the feelings the “self talk”, it all feels like a hurricane sometimes yet it’s completely nothing. I’m sorry if I’m not making that much sense but I’m finding it hard to put into words right now.

It’s okay to exist, just exist, recognize the emotions as what they inherently are, they can’t mean anything, they don’t actually have some kind of permanent affect. Waves if sensations cross the body on its own, a feeling, a thought, an idea, solely exists as those things on its own. A feeling without labels is just a thing. A sensation. A moment of “something” and ultimately nothing. It feels so complicated in the moment but inherently it’s so simple.

The source of it all is what all appears to be. Everything, everyone. So what’s there to run from? I truly understand how dominating it can feel, but if all is ground zero, at an equal, completely whole and one, why try to force a “better” feeling when we ultimately know, that’s not how it works. Fighting to feel better.

It feels hard as self, it feels like a journey and a task to the idea of self.

As wholeness and “ “, it’s just being. I think what’s pointed me back several times is, how would this experience be assessed or taken if this sense of me, this sense of self, was deleted, was pulled away from the equation. If there is no identity in any of this, who feels good or bad? Who gains or lacks, who worries or doubts. No one.

Recognize each moment that seems to be difficult with the understand that there is no self, just the appearance of it.

Also I feel like I shouldn’t have to say this but I will, this doesn’t mean ignore your environment, please if your in genuine danger or in the vicinity of something that can harm you, PLSSSSSS don’t just sit there and go “there’s no self so I’m not being harassed or abused” 😭😭😭

Anyways, love you, take care 🌴☀️🫶

[blarefordaglare]

Tysm @sprite-and-the-bunnydragons for the tag!!

here’s mine:

How many works on AO3? just 14, but I’ll cut myself slack cuz I’m writing a full on book rn haha

Total AO3 word count? 13,839 😭😭😭 AND TO THINK I WRITTEN SO MUCH (once again I’ll cut myself slack cuz I’m a slow writer)

Top 5 fics by kudos Let. Them. Eat. Dirt. (Yall that one isn’t even my best one and I still get notifications from it??? ????), Legend Can’t Share AND Have Unchapped Lips, it seems (I changed the title because NOBODY ORIGINALLY TOLD ME the first one was implying something else 😡. This fic also is how my ao3 acc got leaked to my family 🥲🥲🥲) Ghost Witnessing His Death (OK I LOVE THIS ONE FATHER TIME IS THE GOAT) Hyrule is built different (I quit capitalizing titles here but once again more crack), and finally Fairies-Chronological. (I BARELY UPDATE THIS FIC BUT I DO LIKE WRITING IT WHEN I HAVE TIME I JUST WANT IT TO BE PERFECT 😭😭)

What fandoms do you write for? Linked universe/Legend of Zelda LOL. And mean girls technically but like it was IMPLIED

Do you respond to comments? YES PLEASE COMMENT IM BEGGING YALL I LOVE TALKING ABOUT MY FICS AND BEING SUSPICIOUS LOL

Fic with the angstiest ending …Either 100 days in a time loop cuz that is still going, or burn his body. Burn his body is kinda cringy looking back tho, so ima go with 100 days.

Fic with the happiest ending LOL WAIT LEMMIE THINK. I think Inveniam Viam is the happiest, as a choir person I could never severly damage the LU choir.

Do you get hate? Not from anybody, thank goodness. Any hate does NOT get deleted (hehe freedom of opinion) but if I do receive any, I will send the senders a long essay on why their comment is rude and stupid and how I hope they grow up :)

Do you write smut? Not my jam, so no.

Do you write crossovers? Does LU as mean girls count?

Ever had a fic stolen? Yes, not a fanfic tho. I think I handled it pretty well (Translation: yelled at them until they admitted what they did)

Have you ever had a fic translated? I wrote a fic in French… does that count? I don’t have an English translation tho

Have you ever co-written a fic? I WANT TO but no, never :(

All-time favorite ship? Sky and Sun if I’m feeling happy. Marin and Legend if I’m feeling ANGSTY AND WANNA TRAUMATIZE THE BOY IN MY NOTES APP. I do love writing about Time and Malon, maybe one day I’ll post one of those fics.

WIPs you want to finish but doubt you ever will? (looking at my <20 started fanfics in my Google docs) I plead the fifth

Writing strengths? EMOTION. FORMATTING TIMES NEW ROMAN MY BELOVED. And also dialouge and comprehensible descriptions too when I feel like it (which is like never but when I try it’s really good)

Writing weaknesses? SPEED. IT TAKES ME LIKE 15 MINUTES TO BREAK A HUNDRED WORDS 😭😭😭

Thoughts on mixed language dialogue? HELP I READ A FIC WITH MIXED LANGUAGE DIALOUGE IT WAS SO FUNNY LOVED IT!!

First fandom you wrote for? …my French textbook. SANDRINE AND PASCAL WERE MEANT TO BE OK. NOBODY CAN TELL MY OTHERWISE. SCREW RACHID AND SCREW DAVID AND SCREW D’ACCORD TEXTBOOK THEY SHOULDNT HAVE BROKEN UP PASCAL WAS GETTING HER A SURPRISE!! LES FLEURS 😭😭😭😭

Favorite fic you’ve ever written? 100 DAYS IN A TIMELOOP IM SO EXCITED TO ADD MOEE TO IT WHEN I HAVE TIME AUSHHSNSK. Finished one would be World Burn tho, I have a mean girls obsession.