#it snowed a couple weeks ago tho :)

[sahisan]

✧ i am, we are

scaramouche x female reader | social media au.

✦ synopsis: you are a solo artist, who first appeared a few years ago with your debut song “it's snowing like it's the end of the world.” which you wrote and composed while dealing with mental health problems, trying to convert them into your passion – music. in the end, the song became very popular, resulting in you swiftly gaining audience. yet, unbeknownst for your growing and waiting followers, you hadn't released any more music in the following weeks, months or years. you simply disappeared from every social platform. that was, until, finally, you showed signs of life on twitter, years later.

✦ started on/ended on: 19.07.24/23.10.24.

✦ status: finished.

✦ genre/tags: female reader. (mini) social media au. music artist au. not an idol au. this smau is japan based. fluff. scara is in a band and reader is a solo artist. reader had (has?) mental health issues. bullying mentioned. swearing. ooc ofc. protective/caring scara (he cares just so much (not overprotective tho)).

✦ notices: this smau doesn't have any set timeline for the events taking place in it, thus, it would be better for me to say that it's a collection of events, or a mini smau.

✦ author note: hi. i lied. the rainy tapestry smau wasn't in fact my last smau ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ. so... i just thought that why would i have a smau rotting away in my gallery since august 2023 and i couldn't help myself, so here it is. it's very very very small, much smaller than you would expect lol. the timeline is awful, and the timestamps mostly don't matter, but if there's a timestamp then i was too lazy to edit it out. also, the name of the debut song (chap 1) is taken from a real song "it's snowing like it's the end of the world" by krobak, as well as the name of the smau is taken from a song "i am, we are" by guiano, and a lot of songs from the smau will be taken from real songs so yeah. im a music maniac pls don't ask.

✦ chapters.

1. comeback.

2. obviousness.

3. they're real?

4. couple goals.

5. sleep? no, music.

6. featuring... who?

7. love summarisation!

8. vacation.

9. "gave in to dreams." part 1.

9.5 "gave in to dreams." part 2.

10. inexperienced.

11. surprise.

12. stuck.

13. "interconnected".

14. 1%?

15. together.

16. aftermath.

17. again and longer.

18. live².

19. yummy.

20. "nightlife" or about old times.

21. winter, hokkaido and concepts.

22. will you?

✦ bonuses !

0.1. "gave in to dreams." tracklist + playlist.

0.2. "interconnected" tracklist + playlist.

0.3. "meltdown" ("interconnected" tour live album) + playlist.

0.4. "nigtlife" ep.

✦ taglist: closed.

— @alatusorrow @scarasbaby @raineyun @1nakitofan @ichcocat @heusalettle @animeobsessed56 @samyayaya @state-of-grac3 @lily-lmao @ciellez @moonjellyfishie @scaraenthusiast1 @aruatsu @slu7 @sweatydazeshark-blog @shotovhs @kosumos @keiiqq @xionri @trulyylee @lalalaloveallmydays @nomnom21 @strangeauthorrascalfreak @starringyau @crimxeorcremeexistspeacefully @piercingheart @ririkamomobamiswife @anqelkoz @lxkeeeee @minhosprettywife @tikitsune @shutingstar @livelaughlovekuni @tired-jaz @naosh1 @usagiarchive @diemdurantia @v3ntis-lyr3 @rifran

[wifeofsnowbaird]

can you do a Tom Blyth x reader where they are filming like a romcom or something and they fall in love over the course of filming? i was thinking fluff but i would not be upset if it somehow ended up with some smut in their trailer ;) , just follow your heart!! lots of love ❤️

ofc! I’m absolutely shitty at smut tho i might try with this one but idk so fluff it is❤️ it’s gonna have 3 parts bc it’s definitely gonna need more than a short post!

this first part isnt really when they're filming i just wanted Tom to have a slight crush after seeing ur story and wanted a small scene with Rachel and Josh!

So long I've been out in the rain and snow.

But the winter's come and gone, and a little bird told me so.

Part 1/Part 2/

(Tom Blyth x actress!reader)

summary: you and Tom meet for the first time while Josh is in the middle of the livestream. It's become the new famous ship of the internet.

You were one of the newest actresses in Hollywood and luckily you managed to grab a role with one of the most famous actors right now, Tom Blyth.

Ever since he starred in The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes, people have been thirsting for him like he was water.

You wouldn't lie, you were one of them, but you two were supposed to meet in a coffee shop, reciting your lines and you were late.

" Oh you're [Name] [Last name], nice to meet you! Sorry, my friends decided to follow me here. "

Tom grinned, blue eyes twinkling in the sunlight, an apology gleaming in his pupils.

"No worries, it's fine! I'm so sorry I'm late, it was just traffic!"

" Don't worry, I'm just glad you made it!"

You took in a deep breath and extended your arm for a handshake. Surprisingly, he hugged you instead. You met the two 'friends' who are actually fucking Josh Rivera and Rachel Zegler who were seemingly livestreaming on Instagram.

" And here is the new couple! Say hi, you two love birds!"

Tom rolled his eyes before letting you go to tell Josh off.

" We aren't dating, we actually just met."

Josh turned, confused for a second before gazing at Tom's phone that was left on his chair.

"Wait, seriously? Didn't you see a post of her being your new co-star in that rom-com you're doing and started bragging a lot to Rachel and me? What's it?"

He thought for a minute before his eyes lit up and he smiled brightly.

"Oh, yeah! Sweet truth, where a girl had a bunch of exes tell lies and cheat but then finds a man who tells her nothing but the truth?"

Tom hissed and shut Josh up by covering his mouth, before he noticed Rachel leaning toward confused you, beginning to tell you the whole story.

His panicked face turned red.

" So it was a couple weeks ago, we were just calmly hanging out after reshooting some Ballad scenes when Tom showed us your Insta where you were like, I don't know, talking about the movie you're gonna be in! He was literally obsessed, I am not kidding."

She shrugged as Tom glared at her for spilling his secret.

"I'm sorry, I mean you're beautiful and I-"

He cleared his throat, unable to continue because of his embarrassment.

You giggled, shrugging.

" It's cool, I mean I think you're hot-I mean handsome too."

Inside you were literally screaming at yourself for exposing the fact that he's your celebrity crush.

" Uh, guys, I hope this isn't method acting because I'd be really disappointed in you, Tom" Josh snickered, sharing a mischievous glance with Rachel.

Tom rolled his eyes, smiling at you before beckoning to the chair beside him.

" Let's, uh, practice...?"

[elsbbg]

Watercolour eyes, Ellie Williams x reader

Synopsis: Doing Ellie’s makeup for the first time

Warnings: none, just pure fluff

Wc: 0.9k

A/n: heyy, so this is my first ever fic (so please go easy on me I’m sensitive :)), til now I’ve always made silly scenarios in my head, now I wanna write those fantasies down just for pure fun, soo hope you’ll enjoy <3 btw the title of the song has nothing to do with the story, I just liked it that’s all :) Also excuse any grammar errors English isn’t my first language

As the snow was collecting on the mountains and a storm was about to loom over Jackson, it was impossible for you and Ellie to go on your usual afternoon patrol shift since Maria thought it would be too dangerous to go into the woods in the middle of a storm. And so this is how you got here, in the comfort of Ellie’s garage.

The lights hanging on the wall behind her couch were emitting a soft warm light that hugged her whole living room. As you were lazily laying on her bed, back pressed to the headboard while reading a book, Ellie was laying between your legs, head resting on your belly as she was playing video games.

This was until you felt her shift from her original position and feel the warmth of her body slowly leave you. She had turned the television off, to then throw herself on the bed again next to your frame, face hiding in her pillow.

“Els, you okay?” You asked as you were closing your book to place it on her bedside table and give her your full attention. “Yea… just- really fucking bored”she sighed hiding her face into your chest. “Mhm… do you still have my little beauty case that I left here a couple of weeks ago?” You asked the freckled girl as you gently caressed her hair. “Yeah sure, why?” She asked laying on her side, hand supporting her head “there might be something interesting in it, you know to pass the time” at your response a smirk started spreading on her plushy lips: “oh yea? And what is it?” She asked, hand caressing your exposed hip. “Nothing like that dummy” you said, suddenly standing up from your place on the bed, heading to her bathroom to go pick the beauty case up “so I’m not getting laid?” She asked in a high tone, fake sadness draped in it. Just when you returned back to her, bright pink case full of cosmetics and coloured powders in your hands, that the realisation hit her “I’m not doing that” she stated in a flat tone, one you rarely heard. “Of course you’re not, I’m doing your makeup for you” you said brightly smiling, sitting on your knees in front of her “absolutely not. I don’t want sticky shit on my face”. “It’s not sticky and I’m gonna make you look so cool, like rockstar cool” you tried convincing her “I swear if you put pink glittery stuff on my face I’ll throw you out of the house, and your house is across the city” she jokingly threatened you, to which you responded “yea and Joel lives across the street” “shut up he doesn’t”.

Since doing her makeup sitting across each other would be too hard, you asked her if she could lay back for you and let you sit on her lap so to be closer to her face and more concentrated. Her hands were on your hips keeping you still, fingers slightly fidgeting with the hem of her sweater you were wearing.

You decided to do a makeup that would totally fit her, both with the way she dressed, with her usual dark baggy clothes, and with her loser and nerdy personality. So you opted for a black liner that would color her waterline, slightly smudged on her eye bags and blending a bit toward the outside of her emerald eyes. Just when you thought the girl couldn’t get prettier your expectations were fully blown. The way the black liner made her emerald eyes pop out was actually mesmerising, she looked so graceful yet so inelegant in all her beauty. Even tho her eyes were closed she could feel you staring “everything okay there babe?” She asked opening her eyes, squinting through the dim light of the room. “Yea, you just look- very pretty” you said gently caressing her cheek “yeah yeah, just finish your work of art” you smiled at how she defined her own skin as your work of art, a canvas to paint on. “Open your eyes els, I gotta put mascara on” you said gently tapping her cheek “I swear if you stab my eyes with that thing-“ “I’m not gonna stab your eyes out els, just trust me” you reassure her as you leave a kiss on her forehead. After having applied mascara and succeeding in not stabbing her eyes, it was time for her lips, as soon as she saw you pick a lipstick up she immediately stated “you’re not putting that on my lips” “yes I am” “no” “please… do it for your girl” you fake pouted, the look in her pleading eyes screamed kicked dog but you didn’t care. “Please… so I can smudge it up later while making out” you said accentuating a smile “what colours do you have?” That’s all it took her for her to say yes, and fall into your trap: a pout and a make out session.

After a good five minutes of choosing the right shade that complemented her pale skin, you opted for a nude dark rose lipstick color, and a light coat of clear lipgloss.

“You look beautiful els, like actually pretty- I mean you always look pretty but this is a different kind of pretty… I guess” you stutter a little “mhm, thank you baby, but now I wanna see how it turned out too”. You pass her the portable mirror you got and she actually looked pretty shocked too. “This is so cool and totally badass… I kinda do look pretty” she looked at you through the mirror with a giddy kind of expression on her face “maybe you should do my makeup more often…” she shyly said “I think so too els���.

“Now come here, I need you to smudge my lipstick” she said as she pulled you in for a sweet and passionate kiss. “Wait wait wait…” you brutally braked the kiss. “What is it?” She asked, a hint of worry in her voice “I wanna take a pic” you said smiling. She gave you a little peck before answering “we’ll take it when it’s all smudged and on your pretty face too” she said pulling you back in for the kiss, wide smiles plastered on both your features.

[charlesslut16]

-Snowflake kisses-

summary : you and george walk down the snowy street....

PAIRING : george russell x fem!reader

WARNINGS : none

note : It is very short but as i have corona i'm a bit slacking...

december masterlist ; masterlist 

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It was a beautiful day, snowy and glory. The perfect one for a stroll down the street, hand in hand. A walk to talk and prepare for the upcoming holiday with your family.

As George Russell and his fiancée, you, strolled down the quaint, cobblestone streets of a charming town, the air was filled with a sense of joy and anticipation.

You walked hand in hand, exchanging glances filled with love and shared dreams. You were hanging on his arm, secretly hoping that his warmth would spring onto you.

Suddenly, fluffy snowflakes began to drift down from the sky, transforming the atmosphere into a winter wonderland. George’s fiancée, you, let out a delighted gasp, twirling around with childlike glee as the delicate snow settled on your hair and shoulders.

George couldn't resist the enchantment of the moment. With a tender smile, he pulled his you closer into him, wrapping his arms around her waist, tight enough for you to not slip away.

Your shared laughter echoed through the serene streets as you began to sway to the soft melody of the falling snow. Being in your own bubble, not noticing anyone else than each other.

Caught in the magic of the moment, George looked deeply into his fiancée's eyes. His heartfelt full as he thought about the question he'd asked just two weeks ago. With a smile that mirrored his, you nodded, confirming her love and commitment.

And you knew that whatever would come your way, you would overcome. The love and commitment would never wander or disappear, you and george were made for one another.

As you danced, the snowflakes framed your faces, creating a picturesque scene straight out of a fairy tale. You reached up to gently brush the snow from his hair, your hand caressing the side of his face.

Your lips met in a tender kiss, a sweet and genuine expression of their love. The snowflakes continued to fall around you, casting a soft, ethereal glow on the street. I

Like a perfect winter wonderland, just like in a film or a fairy tail. But this was your life, the life you had never imagined living, but were glad that you were, tho.

The perfect moment, your intertwined fingers sparkled in the light, the ring on your finger glistening with the promise of forever. He held your hand with the ring up and gave it a meaningful kiss.

Passersby smiled at the sight of the couple lost in their own world, celebrating their love amidst nature's beautiful display. For George and his fiancée, this unexpected dance in the snow was more than just a moment—it was a memory they would cherish, a snapshot of their journey together, and a testament to the love that bound them.

[wolfish-trickster]

Unknown, Uni, Us

University AU

Choso x female!reader

1/?

Word count: 2.2K

Summary: After entering university and taking down your rose tinted glasses you saw how ugly your highschool friends' personalities really were. You even start to think you'll spend the rest of your university life all alone. Little did you know you caught the eye of a quiet goth guy with a reputation. Will your heart be ever able to trust someone, anyone, again?

Warnings: typos, angst, fluff, slowburn, slow beginings, slightly ooc

Taglist: no one yet

'Aminoacid,' was your first thought of the day. You'd be surprised if it wasn't to be honest. You wasted an entire sunny weekend studying organic chemistry. Not that you had any test or anything. You just knew that sooner or later you would've have to sit down and study it. And since you didn't have any plans you decided to hit the books now.

As usual, you woke up slightly before your alarm clock. You stretched for your phone and turned it off before it can wake anyone up. You were one of the lucky people that were born in the same city as their dream university so you decided to save time and energy and stayed with your parents. Not that you had any other place to stay, really.

After couple of minutes in the bathroom and packing your lunch you had made last night into your bag you put on a warm coat, plugged your ears with earphones and left the house. Streets were dark and mostly lonely. It was december. 5.50 am. You cursed whoever came up with having a class this early. Especially when the sun wasn't even up yet. Even though you would've done anything to be back in your warm bed you still appreciated the atmosphere. Leafless trees with their branches curled and twisted like claws ready to snatch you, slight fog hovering above the empty road, yellow streetlamps softly illuminating everything around dressing the whole scenery into an orange coat.

It wasn't long till you reached the tram taking you straight to the school. As always, it was empty. Meaning you could sit wherever you wanted with no disturbances whatsoever. In fear of sleeping through your stop you blasted the music into full maximum and forced your eyes to look out the window. Everything was so quiet and still. Only this one week and then you have holidays when you can study for your finals all you want. If only it snowed tho.

After mere 30 minutes the tram announced your stop. You hopped off and walked upstairs, along a pavement, more stairs and finally through the main gate. The inside of the school mirrored the outside. Nobody there. Just you.

The entire school consisted of four interconnected buldings with the entrance being in the second one. Your class was in the third one on the third floor. A long way to go in these morning hours. You still had around 8 minutes so you were fine.

However after making it to the correct room the door was locked. Weird, it's usually opened with the professor already waiting and taking attendance. You looked around the hall but it didn't look like anyone else was comming. You checked your phone. The class should start- THREE MINUTES AGO?

You were confused beyond belief. This was your first year here but you knew your professors enough already to know they are never late. Not this one at least. There must be an explanation.

You turned on your phone data and went to check your mail. Sure enough, the professor sent a mail last night saying the class is off. And not only for your group but all groups. You knew of at least two more groups who had this class at the same time as yours, just in a different room.

"Seriously man?" you groaned and slowly made your way downstairs. Going back home would be a waste of time. Staying here and taking a nap on some couch is the only option for right now.

Your only luck was that you will have the so called "chill zone" all to yourself. You took your sweet time walking into the second building again and dropping yourself onto the biggest couch like a sack of potatoes. The sun just started to rise and it already cleaned out some of the morning fog.

You stretched and took off your coat. Now only to figure out what to do in the meantime. Sleeping is out of the question. So is playing on the phone. You can't let your battery die half way through the day again.

The only option currently on your mind is to sketch. You pulled out your chemistry notebook, found an empty page and as you were about to pull oit your beloved mechanical pen you heard footsteps. You froze but then relaxed. What if it's just a professor going to his own class? Or a cleaner doing her job? You have to stop being this paranoid.

However it wasn't a professor or a cleaner. From right around the corner a messy bedhead of a hair along with its owner showed up and sat not too far from you on the couch. Your heartbeat picked up on speed. You knew this guy. Not personally, you've seen him on bunch of your classes since he was a fellow freshman. Rumor was going around that he murdered his own brother. Some say it was an accident, some claim it was intentionally.

Either way, he looked scary enough for you to slowly shuffle to the very corner of the couch. Why was he here? Did he not see the mail as well?

He turned his head to you and you quickly looked away.

"Hi," he said.

"Hello," you greeted back.

Silence. An awkward long silence.

You decided to break it. "You didn't see the email either, did you?"

He shook his head.

"Yeah, me neither."

Another silence. Why did he greet you if he didn't have any intentions of talking with you in the first place. Anyways, you took few deep breaths and decided to not let him bother you. You pulled out your trusty mechanical pencil and started sketching whatever came to your mind.

You were so concentrated on your work you almost didn't hear him.

"Sorry?"

"I asked what are you studying," he repeated.

"Oh, um," tell him the truth or lie? You chose truth. "Actually I'm not studying," i turn around my notebook to show him some doodles among the notes you took during class, "just killing time."

He looked at them and hummed. "They're not so bad."

"Thanks," you answer timidly and continue on. However another of his comment stops you.

"Do you draw often?"

"Not really, just when I'm bored."

You would've loved to continue the conversation but you just didn't know how. Ask him what he does when he's bored? Yeah, that sounds good.

"Do you-"

"Why are-" he said at the same time.

"Oh sorry I-"

"No, it's fine, you can go on. What were you saying?"

"Well," you took a breath in, "I was about to ask you if you have anything you like to do when you're bored."

"Oh," he said and stayed silent for a while. You started to panic. Did you say something wrong?

After a while he replied. "I like to listen to music mainly. But that's about it."

Now this can be turned into a conversation. "Really? What genre? Do you have a favourite band?"

He chuckled. "I'm pretty sure you can guess both of them," he pointed at his hoodie. There was a logo all across the front. BTH. Is that?

"YOU LISTEN TO BRING ME THE HORIZON?" you said louder than intended and quickly covered your mouth. "Sorry," you squeeled a little to high and cringed at yourself.

He waved his hand. "It's fine, no one's here anyways. I'm surprised you know them. No offense but you don't really look like the type to listen to it."

"Yeah, I hear that a lot."

And once again an unwanted awkward silence came back. Thankfully it didn't last long.

"Are you a freshman here as well? I noticed your chemistry notes."

You glanced at your still opened notebook. "Yeah, I am. And so are you."

"Yeah. My name's Choso by the way," he said and extended his hand for you to shake.

You smiled and took it. "Y/N."

His hand was bigger than yours, warmer than yours and he had rough palms. You're not so sure if you wanted to know from what though. Either way, it has been so long since you've experience any kind of touch or intimacy that this skin to skin contact sent shivers down your spine.

To your silent disappointment he let your hand go.

"How did your organic chemistry midterms go?" He asked oit of the blue.

"Uhm, first one 80% and second 69%. Why?"

He nodded. "You're smart then. I barely scored above the minimum required," he chuckled an rubbed the back of his neck. "Do you have any lifehacks to srudying or any advice to help me pass finals?"

"Well," you thought for a while. "Nothing really. Just keep writing the sequences over and over and over again. Learn the patterns. Otherwise it's just memorizing. I won't be much of a help, sorry."

"Nah, it's fine. At least I asked," he lened back on the couch and you felt like the conversation was over. Was it? You don't want it over. Wait, you don't? This is the guy who had murder rumour going around about him. Ah, screw it.

"Wait," you said and flipped through the notebook while Choso turned his torso towards you again, "here. I wrote down all patterns. It's basically a summary of all classes we took up until now. If you want you can take a picture. Maybe it will help you study."

Choso's mouth turned upwards slightly. "Thanks."

He took the notebook from you and took some pictures. It felt nice. As if you two were friends.

Jnfortunately you two didn't talk more. But you felt like neither of you minded. You weren't the one to talk too much anyways, and he didn't look like the chatty type either.

Time passed, the sun got higher and the space around you got more and more crowded.

You checked the clock on your phone. "Well, i better get going. My next class is in a different building," you collected your things and stood up.

As did he. "Yeah, mine too. Mind if i tag along?"

"Nope, not at all."

As expected the journey to the front of the auditorium was quiet. You didn't mind anymore. The main thing was that he was nice to you. You chuckled to yourself. How low did you go to be grateful for people to be polite to you.

"What's made yoj laugh?" He asked.

"Oh, nothing. Just irony of life."

"Care to share?" He asked again with a kind of a flirtatious smile.

You waved your hand. "Maybe later."

He nodded.

You smiled at him. Is this a new friendship you see? Your almost happy mood got suddenly ruined by a familiar figure already waiting infront of your destination. Once she saw you her eyes lit up and walked towards you. "Heeey, long time no see."

You put on a smile. "Yeah, hi. How have you been?"

"Oh just awful, you remember that bitch from class 3C back jn highschool, well she-"

"I don't."

"Well doesn't matter, point is she unfollowed all of us on instagram!"

You stared at her. "So?"

"So? What do you mean so?"

"What i mean is none of us ever talked to her anymore so makes sense she would unfollow."

Your friend folded her arms. "She's still a bitch for that. And if you only saw what kind of tiktoks she's posting. A total NPC behaviour."

Choso cleared his throat. "I guess I'll be going then."

You mentally cursed her for ruining your new blossoming friendship. "No, it's okay. You usually sit alone right? You can sit with me today, if you want. Stella over here usually sits with her group."

"Hey, don't try to get rid of me. All of us can sit together! By the way I'm Stella."

Choso nodded. "Choso."

The professor showed up earlier than usual and unlocked auditorium. Every student started to jam themselves into the front, as if all the seats will get taken. You didn't mind. You took your time and waited till the chaos in the front calmed down. Choso stood beside you.

Suddenly you felt his breath brush your ear. "Who's that Stella girl?"

So he's taken an interest in her now? Stella isn't exactly ugly, a little plump with long dark wavy hair and just enough makeup to enhance her features. If only he knew what kind of a snake she can be.

"She's my highschool classmate."

"Nothing more than that? No friend or anything?"

"Why are you asking?"

Choso shrugged. "You tensed up when she spoke to us."

You quickly turned to look at him, surprise in your eyes.

He put his index finger to his lips. "I won't tell her. She seems like she conciders you a good friend."

You gulped. "Well I wished she didn't," you looked away. You shook your head and hugged yourself as a comfort. "It's a long story."

He didn't say anything. Just put his hand in the middle of your back and pushed you with him towards the entrance door to the auditorium. The class was starting.

[snowyroads]

I feel so greedy after reading your latest fic, I WANT MORE. 💀 I absolutely loved it, I appreciate that you write our boys in a way that feels realistic. Sometimes I think it’s hard to write dialogue for NFL fics that doesn’t seem odd or forced but I can really see Joe and Ja’Marr in your writing. Hence why I can’t wait for whatever you write next 🥲💜 AMAZING WORK

HAHAHAHA 😭😭🤭 don’t feel bad for being greedy anon!!! I love writing!! <333 (im insane 😵‍💫)

BUT i have a TON of wips rn and i literally keep writing little by little for each because im too obsessed w wanting to finish all of them!!!😔 AND THEN things like last week happened where i get the strongest urge ever to write just about one fic and all my attention is on that one wip 😭 (neglecting the poor others 😾)

so here’s a list of some of the wips i got going on rn: (putting a cut cuz i yap)

1. a joemarr time travel au that has been in the works since october that the wonderful chasedeys came up w and let me write a version of it!!! (she probably doesn’t even remember me asking to write about it cuz it’s been so long 😭😭)

it’s also taking forever because i want it to be multiple chapters and who knew how hard it would be to write the pov’s between the past and the future 😮‍💨😮‍💨 (so this one is most likely going to be my next post because imma put out a couple chapters at different times!!!)

2. a koc/jj smutty Christmas fic 😼😼 (I CANT FOR THE LIFE OF ME figure out how to write a player/couch dynamic) every time i think im getting the hang out it, i reread it and delete it cuz i hate it😭😭 so that one might take a while!!

3. stef/josh angsty reunion. basically they see each other again, outside of the football field (maybe during offseason or sum??) and they finally talk about everything yk?? just a very emotional fic tho with all the angsty and eventually fluff (and probably smut 😭)

4. another stef/josh EXCEPT it has nothing to do with football and it’s a Hallmark au. like city boy Stefon meets farmer boy Josh out in butt fuck nowhere after Stefon’s plane has to have an emergency landing due to weather or some shit like that. and it’s all the cliches of a Hallmark movie. the small town community, trying to save the local bakery, Stefon not liking Christmas that much, Josh teaching him Christmas is more than just Santa and presents, it’ll even start snowing when the kiss. like i wanna go full out!!

but that ones gonna take a while too cuz it would be fully from scratch and i wouldn’t have anything to go off of (if that makes sense??😭)

5. Joemarr in France during the Paris fashion week!!! this was actually asked by an anon a while ago and i still haven’t finished it😔 (IM SO SORRY ANON!!!😓) but basically it’s them in France together and just up to no good yk?? (plus some smut cuz Ja’marr wouldn’t be able to hold himself back after see Joe’s outfit!!!)

SOOO, i have all these wips in my drafts, waiting to be typed upon 😼 CUZ THEY WILL ALL COME OUT EVENTUALLY!!! 🫡🫡

anywhoooo, does this even answer ur question anon??😭😭 TYSM for the compliment btw!! <3333 love you guys!!!💗💗

[kebriones]

Imagine what would happen if the streets got icy in athens :| tho. From what you've told me it'd be pretty bad

Have I told you about the time it snowed a few years ago and we had a coffin, with a body inside, sliding down a street in my neighborhood? The people trying to drag it to the cemetery were also slipping and falling constantly. No car could pass. You basically cannot go out normally if there's ice and snow here. Schools close when it snows.

Like of course we do go out to see the snow, but that's when it's fresh. The moment it turns to ice you're risking everything when you walk outside. We also don't have the infrastructure to keep the streets clean when it snows, and the only reason that's not a problem is because it snows heavily like once every three years, and the snow melts away completely within a couple of days.

If we were to have serious ice for longer it would be a huge problem. When I was in Thessaloniki, a city more to the north, it was a pretty heavy winter, and the university i was at stayed closed for two weeks because of the ice everywhere. I couldn't walk outside without slipping constantly.

[sleepdeprivedsimp234]

So I’m in a silly goofy wholesome mood, so take some hc’s of the states essentially being adult children :]

*gives you a cookie and some hot cocoa*

-a while ago, the regions all had a treehouse making contest (since they have the woods as a backyard) and it’s safe to say that they all won :3

-during the fall, some of the states will rake up the leaves into piles to jump in them cuz it’s fun and silly

-^*cue Alaska picking up Texas and throwing him into a pile of leaves, and Florida doing the same to Louisiana. Meanwhile Washington’s dying in the background cuz allergies are a b!tch :( *

-they will all have full on games of tag, like one state will tag another and say “Tag! You’re it!” and then literally everyone present will drop whatever they’re doing and run like their lives depended on it.

-^this usually ends with a bunch of tired out states, and that means…. MOVIE NIIIIIGHT!!

-Movie Nights are a thing and they 100% happen a couple times a week.

-every single state has a stuffed animal that is one of their favorite things ever (Even Gov. His is an eagle 🥹)

-Nerf battles. There are nerf guns LITERALLY everywhere. The statehouse has turned into a round of Call of Duty multiple times and it will happen several times more. (Poor Gov has gotten himself caught in so many nerf battles 😭 Mans just wanted his damn coffee 😭)

-Half of the fighting that happens amongst the states is actually play fighting.

-Household Hide’n’Seek is a thing and NY, RI, LA, and TX (he’s a bendy straw and has no joints okay-) are the champions.

-PILLOW FORTS AND PILLOW FIGHTS PILLOW FORTS AND PILLOW FIGHTS PIL-

-full on snowball battles whenever it snows a lot, and those usually end in movie nights and hot cocoa :)

Now individual (sorta) hc’s:

-Alaska and Texas play fight/wrestle on the daily, and they can be rougher with each other since they are bigger states. Though they know to stop if one actually hurts the other (Alaska is extra careful sometimes though cuz Texas bruises really easily and he’d rather not be murdered by the south in various gruesome ways-)

-New York LOVES play fighting. He will legit just come up behind someone and playfully punch, shove, or headbutt them and those that are close to him know that he wants to play 🥺 Tho sometimes it’s taken the wrong way and someone actually gets hurt- surprisingly it’s usually NY that gets hurt cuz he wasn’t expecting his opponent to ACTUALLY try to genuinely fight him 😭 And then he’s just left there to be like-"What’d I do 🥲”

-sometimes Texas will jokingly use Louisiana as an armrest when talking to somebody, which sometimes makes Loui bite him, but Loui sometimes also just deals with it or just clings to or cuddles Texas’s arm.

-Texas 100% squeals like a little girl whenever he sees a cute animal, and I DEFY you to tell me otherwise. Like- I can see him walking into the statehouse and someone will say hello and he’ll just say "Hi". Y’know, like a fvcking robot. But the moment an animal walks into the room, he’ll be like-"*le gasp* Awwwww!! Hi Mar!!! Who’s a good boy?? You are!!~” (Mar is one of NJ’s dogs btw).

-CT, MA, and NJ will all gang-cuddle their little brother, and will 100% laugh as NY tires to squirm his scrawny ass outta there

PLEASE FEEL FREE TO GIVE ME YOUR THOUGHTS ON THESE <3333

[lukefics]

Hi! Can I request a fluffy/comfort Luke x Reader, where reader has just been going through a lot and Luke is there to have their back and make them feel better? Thanks!

The Storm Will Pass

Pairing: Luke Skywalker x GN! Reader

Summary: When the weight of the world becomes too much to bear, Luke is there to comfort you.

Warnings/Content: Mentions of blood/injury, minor bullying, alcohol, feelings of depression, strong language, angst ending in fluff, mutual pining.

A/N: my first request! be warned tho - it’s very long. also i apologise in advance for any unfamiliar slang, i’m scottish lmao. that being said i hope you enjoy, pls let me know what you think! <3

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It had felt like the entire universe had been against you recently - if such a thing was possible. It had been a busy couple of weeks for you and your rebel comrades, what with the Alliance moving its new base of operations to the ice planet of Hoth, you'd barely had a moment to breathe.

The transition to your new home, Echo Base, hadn’t been the most straightforward. Immediately upon arrival, there were issues; starfighters wouldn’t fire up due to the cold, equipment had gone missing in transit. Since then almost every day something had gone wrong, and as luck would have it - or rather lack thereof - today would be no different.

You were currently in the repair hangar perched on top of a Blue Squadron X-Wing trying to fix its faulty hyperdrive, your grey overalls and padded snow jacket covered in oil and grime. This was the third time this hyperdrive had packed in this week, and now the task of repairing it again had been assigned to you. You’d been at it all morning; removing parts, dismantling parts, putting them back together with your hypdrospanner or replacing them entirely, trying to get the ship back in full working order.

Your hands, which were gloveless as it was the only way you could reach and grab smaller components in tight spaces, were freezing which only made the job more difficult. Why High Command couldn't have chosen to establish their new headquarters on a planet with a tropical climate instead, you had no idea.

"You're still working on that hyperdrive, Y/L/N?" You looked down to the hangar floor to see the unimpressed face of the base’s Chief Technician glaring up at you.

You swallowed nervously and assured him, "I'm almost done, sir."

But that answer wasn't satisfactory, "Do you think if the Empire were to find this base they'd give us a fair chance and wait around until our ships were in working order before launching an attack? No - so get a move on!"

"Yes, sir." you nodded, your voice quiet and heart pounding.

Shaking his head as he stormed off, the older man left you to it. You sighed, returning to your work. Miserable git, you thought to yourself. He'd been getting on at you and the other technicians even more so than usual, probably because of the huge backlog of repairs yet to be done due to the missing equipment. Just a few days ago he'd called you 'useless' for being a minute late for your shift. You were exhausted from all the overtime you’d been doing recently, which was why you’d slept in, but that wasn’t a good enough excuse - he’d made that clear when he threatened you with disciplinary action if it happened again.

Knowing it'd only be a matter of time before he came back and gave you another earful, you quickened your pace, trying to get this hyperdrive fixed as soon as possible. However, just as you were going to install a new coupling, in your haste your hand grazed against the edge of some sharp metal inside the hyperdrive bay.

"Ah fuck!" you seethed as you dropped the coupling and clutched your injured hand, the gash across your palm beginning to bleed. Great, what next? Quickly grabbing a rag from inside your jacket pocket you crudely wrapped it around your hand, biting down hard on your bottom lip to stop yourself from emitting a very loud string of curse words, before climbing down the ship's ladder and going to find help.

Half an hour later you were sat on a bed in the base's med bay, your hand being tended to by one of the Alliance's medical droids. You zoned out on your boots and the sterile white floor beneath them as 2-1B finished stitching up your wound, occasionally wincing in pain when it hurt most. You couldn't believe you'd made such a rookie mistake. You were an experienced technician; in the Alliance long enough that you could probably take apart an X-Wing and put it back together with your eyes closed. You could only imagine the lecture you were going to receive from the Chief Techie about your carelessness, probably in the middle of the main hangar for everyone to witness.

But you could hardly focus on that. Sitting here, you could feel the exhaustion of the last few weeks washing over you, your mind drifting a million parsecs away. Being in the Alliance was always hard work - you had signed up for it - that wasn’t the problem. It was the frayed patience’s of your colleagues, the gruelling extra hours and being stuck on a frozen hellscape which didn’t help general morale one bit.

You were brought back to reality by 2-1B talking you through the aftercare of your wound and to return in a week to have your stitches removed. Thanking the medical droid for his aid, you hopped down from the bed and left the med bay, sighing quietly as you walked through Echo Base’s maze of underground tunnels.

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You couldn't return to duty until your hand had begun to heal so you retreated to your quarters for the rest of the evening. Your roommate was working a late shift which meant you had the room to yourself, a fact you were quite happy about as the last thing you wanted to do after today's events was socialise. You were laying there in your bunk reading a holobook absentmindedly when there was a knock at the door.

Getting out of your bunk and padding over to the entrance to your room, you worried about who it might be. Pressing the button to open it, the hydraulic door whooshed open to reveal your best friend Luke, still dressed in his orange flight suit, “Hey!”

Your eyes widened in both surprise and joy, “Luke!" you practically jumped into the boy’s arms, “I wasn’t expecting to see you till next week - when did you get back?”

“About five minutes ago. The mission was over sooner than planned.” Luke laughed, hugging you back. He was about to pull away but your arms around him didn’t loosen. You closed your eyes as an unexpected wave of emotions hit you, compelling you to hold him just that little bit longer. The pilot didn’t question it, he just rubbed your back comfortingly as the two of you continued to embrace.

Luke had been on a relief mission with his squadron to the Eriadu system for two weeks. It was always hard to watch him leave on long missions, being as close as you were, not knowing if you’d see him again. This time though, what with everything going on, it had been even harder, “I’m so glad you’re back.” you mumbled into his shoulder before finally letting him go.

“So am I,” Luke gave you that sweet smile which always made your heart flutter. However, his cheerful expression immediately changed to one of concern when he noticed your bandages, “Hold on, what happened to your hand?”

Taking your injured hand gently in his, you reassured him, “Oh, that? Stupid mistake while fixing an X-Wing today. Just a couple of stitches - I’ll live.”

“Still, must be painful,” Luke grimaced, “You sure you’re okay?”

You nodded, "It’s actually not that bad. Those medical droids patched me right up, and the painkillers I was given have been taking the edge off. If the pain gets worse, I can always take enough to completely knock myself out - then I won’t feel a thing.” you joked.

“Yeah, maybe don’t do that,” Luke chuckled, running his thumb over the back of your bandaged hand, his eyes softening, “I really missed you, Y/N.”

You pushed your emotions down into the pit of your stomach, giving him a wavering smile, “I missed you too.”

Carefully letting go of your hand, Luke gestured to the door, “The squad and some of the others on base are having a couple of drinks to celebrate the success of the mission. You’ll be joining us, right?”

Your smile had faltered almost completely, “I dunno, Luke. As much as I’d like to, I’m just not…feeling it tonight.”

You hoped your friend wouldn’t pick up that something else was wrong, but Luke knew you too well. He stepped forward again, “Are you sure there’s nothing else bothering you? You don’t seem…yourself?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Honest. I’m just tired…that-that’s all…” Before you could stop it from happening, a lone tear rolled down your cheek. Embarrassed, you quickly wiped it away and avoided eye contact with the boy in front of you.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” Luke moved closer, cupping your chin to encourage you to look up at him, the gentle act just making it harder not to completely fall apart.

“I’m-I’m sorry, I dunno where that came from," you managed to utter with a shaky voice as you waved your hand dismissively, "Just ignore me, I’m being an idiot.”

“No, you’re not. C’mon, sit down.” the pilot coaxed softly, bringing you over to the edge of your bed and sitting you down. You’d managed to stop more tears - for now. But the way Luke was looking at you, with those blue eyes filled with such care and concern, you knew you’d be struggling to keep them at bay. Sitting down beside you, he ran his hand up and down the side of your arm, “What’s going on?”

As much as you wanted to bottle it up and insist that you were fine, there wasn't much point. You knew that if you really didn’t want to go into detail, Luke would understand, but he was your best friend - he was the last person you'd want to lie to.

“It's nothing, it’s just…these last few weeks, as you know, have been so hectic. I think the stress is just getting to me a bit, that’s all.”

"You wanna talk about it? Only if you want to, of course." Luke asked. It never failed to amaze you just how kind the former farmboy was. His aunt, who he rarely talked about but from what you'd gathered from past conversations was like a mother to him, had done an outstanding job raising him, that was for sure.

You sighed quietly, “Well, the Chief Techie has been on my case, but that’s nothing new.”

Luke scoffed at the mention of his name, well aware of how he could be from the many stories you had told him, “Asshole.”

“Agreed,” you replied, “He’s been relentless recently. No matter what we do, or how fast we work, it’s not good enough for him. He had a go at me today for taking too long on a task. That’s how I made that mistake and injured myself - because I was rushing.” you looked down at your bandaged hand, “Still, I should have been more careful.”

“Are you being serious? Y/N, that’s not okay,” Luke stated, his voice stern, “I can mention this to Command, if you want?”

That brought an amused smile to your face, “Of course, I forget - you have the power to do that now, Commander Skywalker.” you emphasised the title of his new rank.

“I’m not looking for a power trip opportunity,” Luke rolled his eyes and nudged your arm, “I’m trying to look out for you.”

“I know you are, Luke,” you reached over and took his hand in your uninjured one, “And I’m grateful for that, but it’s not just him. I haven’t mentioned it before but…I’ve not been feeling like myself for a while now,” tears began to well in your eyes, “I’ve been trying to stay positive, brush it off as fatigue but, I dunno, I’ve just been feeling so…useless lately. Like I can’t do anything right. And after these last couple of weeks, I think I might be starting to believe it.”

Before you could stop it from happening, tears began to stream down your cheeks as you covered your mouth to silence a quiet sob.

“Hey, come here. Come here.” Luke said softly as he immediately moved closer and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into him. Letting the floodgates open, you cried into the pilot's chest. Luke rested his chin on top of your head as he held you tightly, one hand rubbing your shoulder; the other gently combing through your hair, "You're not useless, Y/N. I've never met anyone more knowledgeable and hard-working as you - and I'm not just saying that because you're my friend. Please don't let anyone tell you otherwise."

You couldn't even respond due to your outpour of emotions so you just closed your eyes and sank further into him, his body warmth which radiated against you welcoming against the cold air of Echo Base. He smelled faintly of hyperfuel and standard-issue soap, and you knew that if you weren’t so upset you’d probably be blushing furiously at your close proximity. Your feelings towards Luke had grown from that of friendship to something more a while ago, and while you suspected he might feel the same, neither of you had dared to make a move out of fear of ruining the relationship you already had. You were fond of the farmboy’s company and the bond you shared, it was too precious a thing to risk losing. But that didn’t stop your gaze from falling to his lips when he spoke to you, or your heart from skipping a beat when you made him laugh and your mind from wandering; lost in tender thoughts about what could be. After a while, your tears began to cease.

"I’m so sorry, Luke. You’ve been back all of ten minutes and you've already had to deal with this.” you managed to say between stuttered breaths, fearing you'd made a complete fool of yourself and your friend uncomfortable.

“Don’t be silly, there’s no need to apologise. If anyone should, it’s me,” You looked up at him confused, “I’m sorry you’ve been going through this, Y/N. I want you to know that if you need someone to talk to, vent to, or cry to,” he reached over and gently wiped away the last remaining tears away from your reddened cheeks, “No matter what, even if I’m away on a mission, I’ll be at the other end of that comlink as soon as I can. I’ll be there for you - always.”

You smiled gratefully, “Thank you, Luke.”

Smiling back, the pilot hesitated slightly before leaning in and placing a kiss on your forehead, the loving act surprising you as he’d never done anything like that before. You looked at each other for a moment after. Neither of you said anything because you didn’t know what to say, but luckily you didn’t have to - what could be read in your eyes said more than enough. The two of you would talk about it later as the sound of Luke’s said comlink interrupted the silence.

“That’s Wedge wondering where I am.” Luke said as he started getting up, “You sure you won’t come along, even just for a bit?”

You thought about it for a moment, now feeling a hundred times better than you did the first time he’d asked, “You know what? I will actually," you smiled and put on your boots, "Only if Han's there, though. Is the Falcon still here?"

"Yeah, it was there when I walked through the main hangar, I don't think him and Chewie are leaving till the morning," Luke gave you a curious look as he helped you put your heavy snow jacket on when he noticed you struggling one-handed, "Why?"

"Because I need cheering up and he's great entertainment after a few drinks," you explained, "It's like he has a complete personality transplant!"

Luke laughed at your comment as the hydraulic door opened and the two of you left your quarters, "Don't let him hear you say that."

"Can’t make any promises, but I’ll try my best." you chuckled as Luke nudged your arm amusedly again, the two of you walking through the frozen corridors of Echo Base to meet up with the rest of your rebel comrades.

[daedalusdavinci]

i dont really know who or how many people check my blog for updates on where im at with my writing and stuff but in honor of starting to come out of the fog im just going to like. level, really quick. writing is a personal affair intricately tied to what were coping with at the time so as i give updates for what i have planned im also going to talk about shit im going through so heres your warning now

you might have seen it in the a/n for brothers return for the whole ten seconds it was there before i backspaced it out of existence but a family member of mine died in october and writing- living, really- has been almost impossible since. its only just now starting to get easier.

we finally spread the ashes a couple weeks ago or so now and it feels. lighter, now. easier to breathe. i have his art hanging in my bedroom and im going to see my cousins again in a week and my foot is broken so i have all new things to focus on, and its. yknow. we move forward.

ive written a couple of things between now and october but looking at them they feel... short, and hollow, and i can tell i wasnt feeling what i was writing even though i convinced myself at the time that it was good enough. theres a very good chance ill try and rewrite brothers return and the second robin (i HATE those titles btw), because i feel like theyre fics that need to happen but its also. SO hard to write about resurrection when youre grieving?? lol??? like. someone in my life died and im never getting him back and now i have to put myself in dicks shoes where he DOES get jason back and its just. thats not easy, man. its suddenly become an almost impossible topic. but im hoping, now, that maybe i can finally reconnect with it and rewrite it in a way im actually satisfied with

snow day i will straight up be dubbing noncanon from now on. i doomed myself the second i wrote son of dent and made it so harvey and bruce have to not be dating the entire fucking time jasons a kid and ive managed to keep to that pretty well so far adn find wiggle room here and there but snow day was really. sldkjfnslkdnfsdf its a plot hole. its a huge plot hole. i wrote it because i wanted to write something that felt good not something that made sense and i SUCCEEDED but man does it not make sense. so im just gonna be striking it from the canon and keeping it up regardless.

moving into future fics, though. i dunno, man. i finally plotted out that detective au ive wanted to write for ages but its gonna be long and im scared to start it.

i did read all of damians preboot comics (or at least, the ones on the list i was given) (id read some before and ive read some n52 ones already so this was just filling in the last of the gaps (mostly his origin story)) and filled in the last of the preboot timeline (post jasons resurrection, idc about anything before that) so i feel prepared to write the next installment of the jdau, whatever that is, but i havent decided exactly what that is. itll probably be al ghul centric, tho. thats all i know tho! thats all i know

but i guess. keep your expectations low. im figuring things out. might reopen prompt requests soon tho, and im trying my absolute best

[sunnywalnut]

For those of you that want to know how to actually write these things:

-people are likely to forget things that have happened anywhere from an hour to a couple days ago. Like long term vs short term memory, you know? At least for me personally, while the information is "transferring" into long term, it gets fuzzy. (I'm also Neurodiverse so perhaps it's bc of the autism) But also. Getting hurt. Hurts. Your brain is likely already preoccupied with the fact your big toe is fuckin broken rather than remembering what happened two weeks ago at a specific diner with a specific man you said two words to. Your brain can also add in details that weren't there at all. Like how the salt shaker was on the other end of the table and that's why the man handed it to you. Rather than what actually happened of him handing it to you because your hands were full. Use this to your advantage. Especially when writing unreliable narrator. This happens in real life more often than you realize.

-even if you "miss" important parts and don't cause a concussion, you'll likely be bruised, have a headache, and open wounds. Because the skin on your face is actually pretty thin and fragile. Especially around the eyes and temples. Facial wounds tend to heal really nicely tho so it's okay to "ugly up" your characters for the drama and not keep scars. Some people do scar pretty easily tho(like me) so it's completely valid to give them scars for the drama as well. Some people will scar bc of muscle tape(like me) or bug bites(also like me). Though these scars are usually just discoloration that fades within a couple years.

-water HURTS. Also your eyes are going to burn. They're going to burn so bad. You know how wind burns your eyeballs and makes them water? Yeah it's like that but worse. Considering how cold/how much moisture is in the air, it can feel like it is stabbing your bare skin. Your neck, your eyelids, your wrists and hands, wherever it can get to it. Also how the water hits you is very important. If you flop on your back/front, you're likely going to be winded. Being winded in the middle of water is very dangerous. You'll likely suck in some water. That shit burns. You'll cough. You'll probably suck in more water. This is how you start drowning. You really can't prepare for this. Though there are ways to stop this response. I recommend actually looking up stories from survivors because they have wayyyy more in depth descriptions than I do.

-police aren't taught how to deescalate. They're taught to expect the worst of all situations (all politics aside. Again. I would do actual research on these kinds of situations. Especially police brutality and violence. Videos are going to be helpful in research as well. Especially on how to get realistic pacing/dialogue)

-homemade rafts are NOT prepared for harsh waves. And also. If you don't have ways to fix your sails, you'll likely just drift wherever the water takes you(if it takes you anywhere) also sunlight reflects off water. This means you can get a mean sunburn and also your eyeballs can be affected. Same thing with snow. This is why people sometimes are told to wear sunglasses in snowy climates. This can also cause hallucinations (it's actually very common on long voyages and likely are the source of sirens/mermaids)

-it's completely impossible to nail everything about a stranger. They could be "acting weird" bc they're autistic rather than dangerous. Or be going through withdrawals from something as simple as smoking. Or indigenous vs Hispanic or black. Or not white and still have bright green eyes. Human brains are weird. I've had people claim I have anywhere from red to bright platinum blonde hair when my natural hair color is actually just light brown with a VERY light red tint. I've fully thought my own crush I had as a kid had dark brown eyes when they had bright BLUE eyes. And I knew this kid for like. 2 years at this point. Factor in things like horrible lighting, hooded eyes making their eyes look darker, not realizing somebody has freckles until later, mislabeling a hairstyle (especially if it's a cultural hair style and the person describing them to police or whoever is somebody who is not from that culture. They'll probably go for describing it rather than trying to name it if they know they're not gonna be right)

-I've never hijacked a computer so you're kinda on your own here. However. I'd assume that you'd need some type of USB or something to download some kind of "poison" to their database (at least that's just what I've seen as of lately)

-the whole point of IVs is that they're in your veins. They're there to keep them open to administer saline/medicine directly into your blood stream. Unless you get those plastic ones where the needle itself is taped down and attached to a tube that is then screwed onto the drip. To remove without removing the actual needle, just squeeze the hard plastic(to hold in place, I'd guess? I've only ever seen this when I was in the hospital and they did it to me) and untwist the top. But uh. This still leaves the needle intact. And it actually does hurt if you bang or nudge it on anything. Afterwards. It also hurts like hell if they put these in wrong. Like it's pinching really hard. They can adjust them, but not by much. It still pinches. Really bad.

-that's just like throwing a man in ancient Rome. So many men together, sweating, laughing, sharing flasks of whisky by the same lips, watching the alcohol glisten off the curve of your partner's lips in the light of bonfire flame... You're telling me you wouldn't fall in love if your best friend slept not even two inches away underneath the glowing night sky? Watching his breath rise and fall with sleep, his sweat soured hat drawn over his brow to save him from the morning light? Tending to your mate when he's injured, staying behind with him knowing that the rest have to go on without you both? You're telling me you wouldn't shift a bit closer? Laugh a bit louder? Offer him a few more sips from your share? You'd fall in love with him faster than the shooting star you wished upon last night, hoping to one day grow familiar with the taste of his lips.

Things that work in fiction but not real life

torture getting reliable information out of people

knocking someone out to harmlessly incapacitate them for like an hour

jumping into water from staggering heights and surviving the fall completely intact

calling the police to deescalate a situation

rafting your way off a desert island

correctly profiling total strangers based on vibes

effectively operating every computer by typing and nothing else

ripping an IV out of your arm without consequences

heterosexual cowboy

[rebellum]

Ive had a bad day today (due to period and I think overexertion) after 2 good days where I did a couple hours each day of work (hence thr overexertion)(also i totally forgot how to spell that autocorrect saved the day idk if you guys would have gotten "over ex her sion") and so I'm having one of those moments where I'm just Fed Up. It feels like when there's a big snow storm in late March. Like, hey, this isn't rally unexpected, but come ON we are SO CLOSE cant this just be over yet?

And i worry that I'm actually lying to ppl somehow bc I feel like my boyfriend doesn't understand how sick I still am, even tho he definitely knows (and is the one to have to tell me "hey, picking a video game based on which is less likely to cause mass real life death from demons is a mental illness thought, just so you know") and so he definitely knows so I dont know why I feel like I'm lying. Maybe cause my friends don't know the details? But I think they know i have more than just anxiety and depression and trauma. At the psychiatrist office the other day I said i didn't have ptsd and we had a weird miscommunication where he thought I meant I dont have trauma. When obviously I do very much. And he had to be like "someone who wasn't traumatized wouldn't be crying in my office right now" (he said that much kinder than how I'm typing it) and I was so confused and then explained that I don't have nightmares about the trauma and he was like "yeah but you don't need nightmares to have ptsd" but then he immediately moved on , which was weird, like ok are you thinking I could have ptsd and don't know it?? But I dont think i do, it doesn't ruin my life like others, tho I'll admit the people I'm close to who have it have cptsd which has slightly different symptoms, I can see my fingers typing from the mirror that's near my bed and it confused and almost startled me for a quick second lol. Earlier today I experienced some heart palpitations like I haven't for a while, so I guess I have to keep an eye on that, it was bizarre because I was fine and just sitting there and suddenly it felt like my heart was a horse with 11 legs, I would have said a lesser number that would have made slightly more sense (i mean, 11 is too much, it wuldnt be able to go anywhere) but those were potentially numbers that didn't have their place in this post right now (tho I like using them some times, I have nothing against you guys)(sorry @ readers) but I mean my heart was beating so fast and so erratically and it was ODD like uh. Hi. Haven't had you get this bad in a while. It's fine though I'm fine, I have a beh nine heart murmur and tach ee cardia (or is it palpitations? Or both?) But turns out while my heart acts weird its still fine, like when someone puts on tap handles the wrong way. Did you guys know that's a thing? I don't mean like the cold tap says hot, I mean like its supposed to be a tap water runs when you move the handle towards you, but if you mess up it makes it so that to turn the tap on you turn the handle away from you, which can work if there's space, but when my brothers sink randomly exploded a few weeks ago (and started sending up a whole guys-er) my bro and parents went to fix it and put the taps on the wrong way, and it was against a wall so they had to go back to step like 5 of putting a sink together and redo it.

[screechingsandwichhologram]

tell ‘em (and me) about your OCs bestie

questions include

where do they come from

what are they up too

what’s their favourite food

do they know how to play water polo

do they like giraffes

when was the last time they showered

OKAAAYYY !!!!! sosososoososisoo

where do they come from ? :

eros- the blood of the god of blood flesh and bone & the blood of the god of the mind on apocalyptic ash and snow !!

erebus - the void !!!! ^_^ also just the end in general

cressida - the nether <333 she was raised by gods & the piglin elders in the Trusted community !!!

oberon - he doesn't really remeber :/ most likely a forest somewhere

what are they up to? : i decided to do this in the time where canon takes place (these r dsmp worldbuilding ocs btw)

eros : extreme mourning !!!!!

erebus : also mourning !!!!

cressida : dead !!!

oberon : not conscious enough to be doing anything !!!

favorite food :

eros : heart <3

erebus : fresh sourdough bread with chorus flower jam

cressida : smoked hoglin !!

oberon : baked nether root with nether mushroom oil

do they know how to play water polo? :

eros : yes. hates it but is weirdly good

erebus : no, allergic to water

cressida : no, doesn't know it exists

oberon : doesn't remember :(

do they like girraffes ? :

eros : yes

erebus : yes

cressida : never heard of them

oberon : never heard of them

last time they showered? :

eros : couple hundred years ago (doesn't need to because god)

erebus : doesn't shower because she's allergic to water . she does take dust baths every week tho

cressida : water doesn't exist in the nether :/ she takes lava baths every three days

oberon : a long time (no water in nether , but isn't resistant to lava and dust baths don't work :/)

[slutdge]

"Snow finally melted but its still freezing out" skateboarding 'fit

[soulmatehongjoong]

All I've done today is homework

[shytastemakerthing]

Secret Santa!

I honestly had a lot of fun with writing for this event, despite the pneumonia decided to come along a mere couple days ago, but that shall not stop me! With that, here is my post for the

For thos event, my secret Santa person was @mammss ! I absolutely fell in love with their oc and decided to incorporate her into this writing. I hope that you like it!

ENJOY!

Characters: Mammon x Kiera (OC)

TW: none! Just an abundance of tooth rotting fluff!

The last thing that Kiera expected to wake up to on a crisp December morning, would be the sound of utter silence. Usually within the House of Lamentation, Even in the early morning, there is something that is always happening. Whether it be Beel already ravaging the fridge for food, Levi shouting from his room at either a loss in a game or a victory, or even Mammon strolling his way into the room at certain times as he vey often did. It's not that Kiera minded, not at all, especially when a certain avatar of greed would make his presence made very well known within the room, it's just..... different.

       Placing such thoughts into the back of her mind, Kiera would rise from her bed, rubbing the last bits of sleep that still clouded her vision before rising to her feet and making her way to the bathroom, even giving a small hiss at the sudden lights that would turn on when she entered. The morning would begin as any other, but only this time, there was a rather bright smile on her chocolate cheeks, and a certain shine in her eyes. After all, how could she have forgotten about the entirety of the day that she would be able to spend with Mammon? He could play dumb all he wanted, Kiera had the same warmed up cheeks that he did as soon as he had finally asked her to spend this day together. But not just any day, but the first Christmas that they would be spending together ever since she had arrived in this realm. The relationship was still new in many ways, but for such a hopeless romantic sech as Kiera? That made it all the more better.

       Her hair still finely done, thanks to the help of Asmo, who was quite a natural when it came to working with and styling natural hair. Finding someone as experienced as he was back in her realm was quite a struggle, and even when one was found, they were further away, pricey, and usually had a waitlist. Now, she was able to have her hair wonderfully done and free of charge as well! The human realm could never. Her routine of washing her face was next, then it was her makeup. Something simple, light, but just enough to further add to her already beautiful self. Clothing was next, and usually the longest part of this whole morning. After all, this little date of theirs was to take place within the human realm. And right now, with all the snow on the ground and the frigid air, Kiera would have to keep warm. But what she was certainly looking forward to, was the fact that Mammon always seemed to stay at a  much higher temperature than anyone she had, meaning free hand holding, curling into the side, an snuggling close to fight off the cold. Mayne he would even wrap his arm around her to ensure more warmth? Just the sheer thought had her mind racing and her cheeks warming up.

       A simple, casual, yet warm outfit is what Kiera had decided with. Then it was boots, a good and warm coat, gloves, aa hat, and a scarf, to finish off the look. Warm but also cute. Mammon certainly wouldn't be able to resist.

       "Hey, Kiera! Ya ready?!" Speak of the greed and he shall appear.

       Kiera couldn't help but to chuckle. Someone certainly seemed to be quite eager to leave. Not that she could blame him. The looks he had been casting her direction all week had her heart hammering within her chest more than once. Taking one good, last look in the mirror, Kiera gave a curt nod of her head, grabbing her DDD and placing it within her pocket as well as her bag with other necessary materials that they may need on this trip. Then, she had gone to the door.

       "Easy, hotshot. You seem almost as patient as Beel is when his hunger strikes." Kiera gave a chuckle as she watched Mammon's eyebrows knit together and a more mocking look on his face.

       "Meaning not at all. Good, you're ready, and Barbatos already has the portal to the human world all loaded up an ready to gg for us. Let's get out of here before Luci finds something for me to do." He had already grabbed her hand was was quickly leading her from the House of Lamentation as he spoke.

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       "Okay, has it gotten colder up here every winter in the last several decades? Because I don't remembering it being this cold here last time!" Kiera could only give a small laugh at the loud statement that Mammon had given, drawing in the attention of a few passerby's.

       "Well, if you're cold, you can always let me hold you. I'm certain that it'll help to warm you up.~" She casts him a sly glance, moving closer into his side, even enjoying the sudden red that had filled his cheeks, and it certainly wasn't from the cold.

       "Y-ya.... Ya can't just go around saying something like that! But, it would make sense that you would want to be able to keep the Great Mammon warm, after all, Kiera." Despite his words, he never pushed her further away from him, instead, even going to far as to tuck his arm around her waist and pulled her just bit closer to him, which caused her own cheeks to flush. After all, this was going rather well and if this continued, perhaps she could find some good mistletoe to partake in another one her her favored traditions.... and maybe because she also really wanted to kiss him.

       "Look, there's a hot chocolate stand! Certainly, that can help to warm up the Great Mammon from this frigid human realm winter." Kiera flashed him a  coy smile as she led him in that very direction, but also missing the rather warm smile that had come to his face.

       Two cups of hot chocolate, now occupied by the pair and helping greatly to warm their hands as well as their insides, and the pair had found themselves sitting within the confines of a rather cute cafe. Small, local, but the aroma from within was enough to draw the two inside, Kiera thankful to be out of such frosty weather, and Mammon? He had found himself sat next to her, flushed next to her side despite the rest of the room on the little booth and then the chair next to him, not that Kiera minded. After all, this Christmas was already more than what she could have ever asked for.

       "Kiera?... Can I ask you something?" It was unusual for Mammon to be as quite as he was being when he had asked her such a question, even the hesitation was a bit unlike him. Placing her hot chocolate down onto the table, Kiera looked over towards him, a gentle smile now adorning her features as she watched as Mammon quickly averted his gaze from her.

       "You know that you can. I mean, it's only been a month or so since you last asked a stupid question." She couldn't help the chuckle, but seeing the grimace on his face and then hearing the small whine that came from his throat made the slight teasing worth it. After all, her teasing was far different than how how he was teased by his brothers.

       "Shaddup.... now, there is a human tradition around this time that I've seen.... carried out. But, I've never actually done it myself so... I kinda wanted to ask...."

       Kiera watched a when he paused, Mammon had reached into his coat pocket, seeming to rummage around through it for a moment before procuring something from within. Green leaves came into view, as well as a couple of red berries. Realizing just what was pulled out of his pocket, Kiera felt her eyes widen, heart increase in speed, and her cheeks, once again, growing red. Mistletoe. Mammon had brought fresh mistletoe with him.

       "From that reaction, you, uh, you know what tradition I'm talking about. B-but, I wanted to ask you first. Ya know... to see if you were okay with it. So, what do ya say, Kiera? Can I give you a kiss under the mistletoe?"

       Such a question hardly needed a response. Not when Kiera had literally been dreaming about a moment like this as soon as she realized the affection that she held for the avatar of greed. Not just any affection, but love. Falling in love was the last thing that she had expected to happen when she was brought into the RAD exchange program, but now, she was glad that it did. Especially now knowing that the one who held her heart, she held his in turn.

       Such a shy smile came to her face as Kiera nodded her head, already beginning to lean towards him, eyes slowly closing as she saw him coming closer as well.

       No one really tells you what to expect from a kiss, especially he first one. And the movies that had been seen, the books that had been, nothing compared to what was now being felt. His ever so slightly chapped lips flushed against her own smooth, if only slightly chilly, ones. Hearts racing, minds blank save for the fireworks that were going off. There was no accurate feeling for a first kiss. Mammon's free hand coming to ever so gently hold the back of her neck, Kiera's hands resting upon his shoulders, feeling the heat that radiated below such layers. Such a kiss was addicting. There would be no satisfaction with just one. And given said partner she was kissing, that was a good thing. She had a feeling his greed would certainly get the better of him when it came to something such as this. And she certainly did not mind.

       "Merry Christmas, Kiera."

       A very Merry Christmas indeed.

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