#lemme be the sixth kid

[mar-zom]

i bring you:

David Tennant being everyone’s supportive father

[sub-urbanwitch]

My best account of the appearances and relations of the nobility of House Dagoth. I have refrained from including extraneous details not pertinent to the current state of House Dagoth, particularly the members of the nobility who did not survive the extermination of the House after the War of the First Council.

-Falcus Vandacia, Imperial Geographical Society

My ash vampire designs, ft. some headcanons under the cut.

Araynys is a Telvanni through-and-through. She’s more than happy to let other people hold the titles, but she’s got her fingers in every pie from Mournhold to Blacklight. Anyone who knows anything knows she’s nearly as powerful as Dagoth Ur himself.

Tureynul has near-constant headaches from his nearsightedness. He wants everyone to leave him alone so he can read in peace.

Odrosa spent the better part of her childhood reading about history and law. She’s ambitious and competitive and, despite how young she is, probably better qualified than her brother to be running the joint.

Uthol is a shockingly normal teenage boy with a penchant for getting in trouble. He and Odrosa are attached at the hip. He’d love football if it existed in Morrowind.

Vemyn is angry at life. He consideres it a personal offense that he isn’t in charge, that he was forced to marry a Dwemer of all things, that his son is a useless drunk…

Endus decided to cope with his father’s cripplingly high expectations by diving straight for the bottom. He can’t be held to impossibly high standards if he’s blue-blind drunk half the time. He’s rather amicable, considering who his father is (and all the years of chronic alcohol abuse…)

Gilvoth, on the other hand, internalised near everything her father told her. She deals with her abysmal self-worth by taking it out on everyone else around her.

Divayth sends his daughter and his grandchildren birthday presents every year. He has been doing this for centuries at this point, and they still haven’t been able to figure out how he gets them past the Ghostfence.

[wanderingaroundwithmysoul]

Since it's Halloween, let it be known that the first time Rain got to pick out her own costume, she was a cowgirl. Her dad helped her put that together with stuff they already had around the house.

There was also a year where she wore one of those plastic Ben Cooper costumes. It was G.I. Joe, but she didn't like that the mask was a dude's face, so she cut it off and just left the helmet part when her dad wasn't looking

[leenaur143]

targetted ads just so I can see my Hyunjin in the morning ☺️🥰❤️

[20nugs]

Drinking (chris sturniolo x fem!reader)

summary: reader gets like hella drunk (idfk how drinking works yall) and Chris is like worried and whatever

a/n: again, I've never drank (I've been sober since I came out the womb) so if this is wrong I apologize.

warnings: THROWING UP! yall out there with the barf phobia.. watch out..

okay let's get into ittttt 😍🤞

An arm snakes around my waist as I'm on my sixth shot of the night. A hand gently takes my glass from my hand. "Hey," I protest, but my voice is slow and lazy. "What're you doin'?"

"I think you've had enough for tonight, sweetheart," a voice says. I smile, recognizing who it is.

"Chris," I slur, leaning into him. I wrap my arms around him. I hear him sigh softly and hug me back.

"How many of those have you had?" He asks, concerned eyes flicking between me and the glass he just took from my hand.

"Like... two, I swear," I mumble, obviously lying. "Lemme have it." I grab for the glass.

He holds it out of my reach. "Lets go home, you look like you're about to be sick."

He's right, my stomach has been turning. But, I want to keep drinking. "But I want moreee," I whine, pressing my face into his shoulder. He scoops me up, leaving my glass on the counter as he carries me out of the house. I sigh and give up, leaning my head on the junction between his shoulder and neck. I play with his necklace as he takes me to Matt's car. Matt and Nick are already inside, on their phones. "I love you," I say suddenly.

Chris laughs softly, and kisses my head. "I love you too." He opens the car door and buckles me in my seat. He sits in the back with me, letting me lean my head on his shoulder. I fall asleep on the drive back, listening to Chris and his brother's hushed voices, asking him about me.

I wake up when Chris carries me up the steps to his porch. "Chris," I murmur, my stomach lurching.

"Yeah?" He says, stepping inside.

"I'm gonna throw up." At my words, he immediately quickens his pace and carries me into the bathroom. I practically leap the the toilet before throwing up in it. I feel fingers graze my neck as my hair is pulled from my face. After a few moments, I finish. I sit back and Chris gently wipes my mouth with a damp rag. He flushes the toilet and puts the lid down before picking me up and sitting me on it.

"Where are your makeup remover wipes?" He asks, rummaging through the bathroom cabinets.

"Medicine cabinet," I mumble, my eyes shut. I feel a cool cloth on my face, and open my eyes to see Chris's focused expression directly in front of me as he wipes off my makeup with careful precision. I notice how his tongue sticks out a little while he focuses. "Can I take a shower?"

"In the morning," Chris answers, finishing taking off my makeup. "You could fall in the state you're in."

"M'not gonna fall," I murmur, but decide not to fight the decision. Chris wipes my face and neck with a damp rag to satisfy me. He hands me my tooth brush and some toothpaste while brushing his own teeth. "What's the time?"

"Around four in the morning," Chris answers after spitting out the toothpaste and rinsing off his toothbrush and doing the same to mine, and I immediately feel bad for keeping him up late.

"Sorry," I murmur. Chris gently turns my face to his.

"Don't be," he says softly before kissing my lips tenderly. "Wanna change into something more comfortable?" I nod, and he carries me into his bedroom. He sets me on the bed before taking out one of his old t-shirts that's grown soft with how worn it is, as well as some fresh underwear for me. He helps me out of my dress, and dresses me in the pajamas.

"Jesus, kid," he chuckles after I stumble for the millionth time. We finally get the clothes on me and then he changes into his own pajamas. We lay down in bed together, and Chris turns to me, concern in his eyes. "Hey, are you alright? I've never seen you drink so much in one night."

"I'm okay," I say softly, blinking slowly. Chris raises an eyebrow. "If there were anything wrong, you know I'd tell you." He nods before kissing my cheek.

"Come here," he murmurs before pulling me close to him, our legs tangling. "I love you."

"I love you more," I whisper before drifting off to sleep.

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a/n pt.2: did I eat😍🤞 also sorry for like never updating school is beating my ass right now

[roseluxxx]

Domestic Bliss

Miguel O’Hara x Reader

Warnings: early smut, penetration, a loving husband, throwing up (later on and not in great detail), pregnancy scare, non use of “protection”

word count: 1.1k

Before Reading: established relationship, married couple who lives together, he’s showing his love language of service and is so sweet, there is a pregnancy mention at the very end and i plan on a part 2, if you don’t like that pls don’t read <3

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"Mige, please,"

you grabbed onto the bed sheet next to you, gripping the soft surface tightly as you knew you were slowly becoming cock drunk on Miguel’s relentless pace inside you.

Another orgasm was building its way up, your abused clit being overstimulated for what seemed like the hundredth time.

It's the sixth round tonight and you could feel the slow dragging tiredness creep into your consciousness. You loved it, every round and ounce of attention you received from the man who towered you made your heart skip a thousand beats, but when it was this late? You needed a break.

You grabbed the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling just harder than normal as the stream of Spanish mumbling of: "tu eres mio, tu eres solo mio, te amo, te amo mucho, " finally came to a halt.

He looked up, suddenly aware of your overstimulation. He pulled out in an instant, pushing your hair out of your face, feeling your temperature and giving you a kiss on your forehead.

"Fuck, mi amor, i'm sorry. Lemme go grab you some water and let's get you cleaned up ok?”

You reached up and grabbed his hand, a lazy smile drawn on your face.

"Baby just stay, please. Just for a little, okay?" He nodded and leaned back down to kiss you temple before promising he'd grab a towel and come right back.

Miguel ran from the kitchen to the bathroom, multitasking as he filled a cup with ice cold water and wet a towel while bringing another one to dry you.

He returned, somehow having pre-cut fruit in a bowl too.

You laughed to yourself; he had definitely planned this out and had that prepared earlier today.

The wet towel was dabbled along your forehead and behind your neck, he cleaned your thighs and gently allowed the cloth to freshen your intimate area as well, a loving expression never once leaving his face.

You sat up, insisting you could put your own hair up as he handed you the fruit and placed the water on the nightstand.

"Here, mami,” his shirts were always big on you, a man with the shoulders the size of a whole kid was bound to wear a few sizes up.

Setting the fruit aside you pulled him into the bed next to you, taking the water and placing it to his lips.

"Drink, baby. You always do this like you don't need to be taken care of, too." He smiled, taking a few gulps of the liquid before turning it to you to do the same.

He looked over you, admiring his plentiful red and purple love bites scattering your skin. He could never stop looking. It quite honestly might be his favorite sight in the world.

You put the glass down, watching him pull on some boxers before cuddling up to you.

"What, I don't get underwear but you do?"

He nodded, pulling your head to his chest gently as he felt sleep slowly come to claim his time.

“Mhm, baby you don't need those," a peck on your hair, “m’ can grab some of my boxers if you want. I know you like them.”

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Squinting as you felt the suns’ light practically harassing your eye awake, you immediately grasped the area next to you as you realized Miguel was gone.

You sat up, alarms going off in your head as you made a mental recheck of everything he had told you he was doing today; which was nothing.

Where was- the smell of bacon filled your senses as your anxiety washed away.

You flipped the covers and reluctantly climbed out of the warm cocoon that was your bed, turning to gather the dishes from the night before and finding them gone.

“Swear to the fucking spider gods this man is always two steps ahead,” you rubbed your eyes, stepping into your fluffy matching slippers and trudging to the kitchen.

You were met with a sight hand crafted by the gods.

The sizzling sound of bacon and the rejuvenating smell of freshly squeezed orange juice filled your senses. The one responsible, a complete marble sculpture of a man, stood with him back turned to you and soaking in the morning sunlight.

This is it. This is peak. If anything ever happened that changed this reality you might just have to end it all.

Miguel noticed your presence, smiling instantly and nodding towards the food cooking.

“Mi sol, ven aquí. I didn’t even notice you.”

You nodded lazily, coming behind him and resting your arms around his waist. Planting a kiss on his back before resting your head against it.

“Baby, why’re you up so early?”

He rubbed circles against the back of your hand, covering yours with his, “When the sun's up I'm up, you know?”

He turned around in your embrace, putting his arms around you as he took a second to maintain eye contact, “Did you enjoy last night?”

You hummed in agreement and he gave you a slow, deep kiss, smacking your ass before sending you to the kitchen island, promising breakfast will be done soon.

Not even having the opportunity to sit for a few minutes, a wave of nausea hit you like a truck. You held your stomach and rushed to a bathroom , barely having time to lift the lid before the little contents of what was left of last nights’ dinner were flushed down the toilet.

Miguel turned off the stove and rushed by your side, his hands holding your hair up.

“Baby? Hey, it’s okay. You’re okay.” He fanned the back of your neck as you regained composure, somehow feeling instantly better now that your body did what it needed to.

You nodded, leaning on Miguel as you got up to go brush your teeth.

He pulled your arm, checking over you like a frantic parent as you dismissed his worries, assuring him you feel fine now and thanking him for coming to check.

“You’re not-“

“No. Mige’. We used protection and I'm on the pill.”

He leaned against the doorway, giving you space, “I mean.. we did take it off for the last few rounds.”

You gave him a burning glare, grabbing your toothbrush and applying the Spider Man themed toothpaste you both thought was hilarious when you found it in the aisle.

“Baby it doesn’t catch overnight like that,” you have him a kiss on the cheek, “ I���m sure it’s just my body having a reaction to how unusually rough we were last night.”

He hummed in agreement, giving you a quick kiss on the head and checking on the food. That explanation seemed good enough for him but truthfully you were worried.

It doesn’t take overnight. That’s the stuff of movies. Even if it, did you wouldn’t be feeling these results so soon. Your body was just in shock because of his roughing you last night.

Right?

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Thank you for reading! Feel free to leave a comment or see my other Spider Verse fics here!

A/N: Ugh i caved and made a fic for him sue me

😭 Also if you wanna make a request i finally finished the ones i was working on so go ahead and give me some new ideas🤞

[dearly-somber]

get high | h.it

-> pairing. it-boy!intak x female reader

-> genre. high school!au, acquaintances-to-???, pwp plot what plot (this fic is vibes only)

-> rating. 13+

-> w/c. 2190

-> warnings. weed, making out, kind of dub-cony ngl 😭, suggestive ending

-> a/n. I’ve never smoked weed before, so if anything’s inaccurate feel free to edumacate me🤡👍🏻 Also: I have nothing against weed or the people who smoke it as long as it’s done responsibly and in a safe environment 😌

-> collection. misc

-> started. Mar. 19th, 2024 @ 22:40

-> fin. Sun., Oct. 20th, 2024 @ 22:48

-> edited. Tues., Oct. 22nd, 2024 @ 13:20

-> divider credit. @xxbimbobunnyxx

You‘ve never understood the “hype” around weed.

Granted, you’d grown up in a very anti-drug household, so you went into high school with the mindset that whatever long term negative effects occurred after smoking weed would far outweigh the momentary high you’d heard people talk about on so many occasions.

Except, you’d never expected yourself to acquaint yourself with Hwang Intak: one of the most popular kids in senior year, Intak was well-known for his chill house-parties and phenomenal dance skills—a total catch and in with the so called “it-group”, he wasn’t someone you saw yourself ever interacting with, let alone befriending.

That was, of course, before you realized you shared nearly half your classes with him.

You weren’t very popular—sure, people knew you (it was impossible not to when you’d befriended a hoard of social butterflies and were known at least visually for your intimidating, no-nonsense RBF), but you’d never truly made friends with any of the kids higher up in the social hierarchy than “is friends with popular kids but isn’t actually popular themselves”.

So imagine your surprise when, on a seemingly random Tuesday morning during one of your double accounting periods, Hwang Intak strolled up to your desk with a friendly smile on his face, his voice light and airy as he asked, “You’re Y/N, right?”

From there, you’d started talking more and more, until one day he cornered you on your way to your locker after your sixth period, leaning against the wall as he spoke.

“You free this weekend?” he asked.

You raised your brow skeptically, looking warily over your shoulder at people making grouchy faces at having to step around you to get to where they needed to go. “I don’t think so, why?”

He grabbed your forearm and pulled you into his bubble and out of the way of the bustling student body.

You gulped up at him, cursing the heat you felt crawling up your throat at the closeness between you.

“I’m having a small get together with some friends to celebrate my birthday,” he said, putting his hands in his pocket as he tilted his head against the brick wall next to you. “I was wondering if you’d wanna join.”

Your eyes widened. “Me?”

“Yeah.”

“Uhm… I mean, I—yeah, sure, I’ll be there,” you coughed, thanking the heavens above he seemed not to be focusing on your neck; you could feel how hot you’d gotten without needing to check first.

“Cool,” he said. “I’ll see you this weekend.” He smiled charmingly and began walking towards the staircase (where you belatedly realized a group of his friends were waiting for him), but panicked a little realizing you had no idea where to meet him.

“Intak!”

He turned around with a hum, his eyebrows raised ever so slightly.

You cleared your throat, rocking on the balls of your feet. “Where are we meeting?”

“Ah,” he laughed, walking back to you with a grin so captivating you were surprised your mouth wasn’t hanging open. “You have a pen?”

“A—uh, yeah, hold on, lemme just” —you dug around in your bag for your pencil case before pulling out a black pen and handing it to him, perplexed.

Your eyes widened when he reached once again for your forearm, ducking his head as he shook the pen out and began writing what you assumed was his number on your exposed skin, drawing a weirdly symmetrical, grinning heart with little devil-horns and a tail at the end.

“There we go,” he said, tucking the pen into your emblem pocket with a boyish grin.

He laughed at your bewildered expression as he backtracked toward his friends, the look he gave you sending a hoard of butterflies loose in the pit of your stomach. “See you soon, Y/N! I’ll text you the details!”

“I, uh” —you pinched yourself— “yeah, okay!”

Now, you’re probably wondering—what does any of that have to do with weed?

Well… maybe it’s easier to just show you.

“Y/NNNN!” Intak grinned at you from his couch, shamelessly eyeing you up and down as you walked sheepishly into his living room.

You waved awkwardly, feeling heat creep up the column of your throat when he giggled and waved back, a dumb grin on his face.

You fiddled with the hem of your white skirt, tugging the sleeves of your black Kuromi sweater over your fingers as one of Intak’s older friends, Choi Jiung, ushered you to sit between Intak’s legs.

“So…” You cleared your throat, crossing your spread legs at the ankles so you didn’t have to worry about accidentally exposing anything you didn’t want exposed. You forced a relaxed smile. “What are we doing?”

Jiung laughed good-naturedly, pulling a girl you didn’t recognize into his lap. “We’re smoking,” he said with a smile, his eyebrows furrowing in curiosity as he asked, “Have you smoked before?”

You hummed uncertainly, fiddling with your fingers—the heat of Intak’s legs against your arms was making it incredibly difficult to think. “No, I don’t really smoke…”

The girl in Jiung’s lap’s eyes widened. “What? Never?”

You shook your head.

“Not even once?”

“No,” you whispered, resisting the sudden urge to spring up and dash for the door.

“Ash,” Intak reprimanded, shifting in his seat.

Just as you were about to turn your head to look at him, his breath hit the back of your ear, his hands on your shoulders and a smile in his voice.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he assured you. “It’ll help you relax, though.”

He massaged your shoulders to emphasize his point and you tried very hard not to squeak in surprise.

Since when was Hwang Intak so good with his hands?

“You wan’ a hit?” Jiung offered, holding a joint out to you with wide eyes and raised brows; weirdly innocent-looking considering the situation you were in.

You swallowed a lump in your throat.

On the one hand, you were kind of scared. What if all those things your parents had said were true? That one hit meant you’d be a goner forever and start doing hardcore drugs because you’d started with the “Gateway”? That if you started now you’d become immediately enslaved to the high and never recover?

But, despite those worries, despite those fears…

Intak hadn’t stopped massaging your shoulders—rather, he’d dragged his hand to the base of your neck, gently pressing his forefinger against your pulse-point before sliding it down to brush across your exposed collarbone.

Thank the heavens he chose not to comment on the shiver that shot up your spine, but it was clear in the little huff of air behind you that he found your reaction amusing.

Really, you were curious. And maybe you wanted to impress him.

Just a little bit.

So you nodded, smiling awkwardy as Ash—Jiung’s girlfriend(?)—whooped and clapped with an obnoxious laugh of encouragement.

You took the already-lit joint from Jiung, holding it between your pointer finger and thumb, inspecting it.

Intak giggled, “Just put it to your lips and pull.” His chest expanded with the amount of air he sucked in through his teeth, letting out an exhale with an exaggerated grunt of relief.

You nodded uncertainly, releasing a nervous breath before bringing the joint up to your lips.

“There we go,” he whispered next to your ear, his chin resting on your shoulder as his hands ran up and down your arms; bold from the cannabis or because you were in his house, you didn’t know.

Not that you really cared, anyway.

You mimicked Intak’s movements and set the roll down in a coughing fit, waving your hand in front of your face like it’d stave off the aching burn traveling from the back of your throat all the way through to your lungs.

It took a couple of seconds for you to stop coughing, looking around the room with your hand fisted in front of your mouth and tears pooling in the corners of your eyes.

You met the expectant eyes of Ash and Jiung—and then you… laughed. And you laughed a little more, and some more, until you were giggling dumbly because why were they looking at you like that!

“Atta girl!” Jiung hooted, leaning far back into his chair before taking another hit from his own blunt.

“How d’you feel?” Intak asked, his eyes lighting up when you turned your head to look at him proper. His pupils were visibly dilated, sucking you in a little like a black hole.

You grinned, leaning back against his knee.

“I feel good,” you slurred, letting your eyes roam his face and grinning when he seemed to smile brighter because of it. “Really good,” you admit.

“Yeah?” Intak said, licking his lips. “Calmer?”

“Mmm…” You dragged your lower lip between your teeth and indulged in the wonderful cartwheel your stomach did as Intak watched the motion with rapt attention.

“Now,” Ash clapped her hands together, wiggling her eyebrows with a devilish smirk. “Let’s play truth or dare.”

“Y/N!” Ash yelled, completely indifferent to Jiung’s lips attached to her neck, “truth or dare?”

You hummed playfully, still leaned back against Intak’s leg.

You’d mellowed out considerably since you had your first pull around twenty minutes ago—you were leaning against Intak like it was normal and the hand he was running through your hair didn’t even make you bat an eye.

“Dare,” you said with a grin, light and happy and relaxed—more relaxed than you’d been during summer break!

Ash grinned mischievously, bringing a hand up to pull at Jiung’s hair, looking at him over her shoulder with a vicious smile. “I dare you to kiss Intak.”

“That’s boring,” Jiung panted, his cheeks tinged pink as he licked his lips and watched Ash with a furrowed brow, head tilted back with her firm grip in his hair.

She rolled her eyes, but turned to you and said, “Fine. I dare you to kiss Intak’s tongue.”

You licked your lips with an excited giggled, using Intak’s knees to push yourself up before turning around to smile at him with a happy sway in your step.

Intak watched you with a lazy grin as you walked between his legs, setting your hands beside his waist and leaning forward at a 90° angle to connect your mouths in an easy kiss.

“Yah!” Ash laughed, the sound breaking the two of you apart. “That’s not his tongue!”

You giggled and waved her off, looking down at Intak with hooded eyes.

“Stick your tongue out,” you ordered, staring at his mouth like a starved animal.

Intak grinned, watching you like a puppy watches his owner as he obediently stuck his tongue out, leaning cockily back into the couch.

With a surprising ease, you leant down and touched your lips to his tongue, so intrigued by the feel of it you gave it a little kitten lick of your own.

Intak groaned as he grabbed you by the back of your neck and pulled you in for a very heated kiss, sticking his tongue in your mouth and tilting his head for better access.

You were on cloud nine and vaguely floaty, setting your hands on his upper thighs to keep yourself from wobbling over.

You only pulled away after Jiung let out a low whistle, Intak, lips red and swollen with a possessive hand on the nape of your neck and a hungry, nearly insatiable look in his eyes.

“Well, shit,” Ash laughed, leaning back against Jiung’s shoulder. “Didn’t think you had it in you, Y/Nie.”

You licked your lips as Intak leant up to press a chaste kiss to the corner of your lip, a confused noise leaving you when he suddenly pushed himself to standing.

You felt a little flip in the pit of your stomach at how tall he suddenly felt now that you weren’t towering over him, biting on your lip as he grabbed your hand.

“Let’s go to my room, hm?” he asked, not really waiting for an answer as he lead you to the stairs. “Get some privacy.”

You waved to Jiung and Ash (though neither of them waved back because they’d opted to start sucking each other’s faces off), watching with a growing fire the way Intak’s back muscles moved when he walked.

“You’re a good kisser,” you complimented as he lead you upstairs, laughing when he brought you into his room. He shut but did not lock the door behind him.

“Yeah?” he smirked. “How good?

“Very,” you assured, eagerly standing on the tips of your toes and wrapping your arms around his shoulders so you could keep kissing him.

“Mmm,” he hummed against your lips, guiding you back until the two of you were laying flat on the edge of his bed, his hands running up to trace the bare skin under your shirt. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

You nipped his lip, sighing into his mouth when he gave your waist a little squeeze. “I’m a little out of practice,” you panted.

He chuckled, pulling away to give you a devilish smirk. “We can practice.”

And so practice you did.

[the-way-astray]

Keefe headcanons???

when keefe realized he could inflict, he had mixed feelings. on one hand, he always wanted to be able to. on the other, he can only really do it because his empathy's so strong and why is his empathy so strong? because of his mom's genetic manipulations. so like. he struggles with that

he takes longer than cassius to do his hair. look, i know canonically he makes fun of how long cassius takes to do his hair, but you know keefe takes longer then thirty-one minutes, let's be so for real here, anon. canon doesn't exist actually

anyway fitz taught him to do his hair, actually. they were experimenting and keefe liked that style so fitz taught him how to do it

speaking of fitz, they share a room in the elite levels. oh, but the elves don't really do sharing rooms because there's space enough for every- well, guess who doesn't care. that's right. me

keefe learned his . . . dubious use of empathy from his dad. when he was a kid, his dad would always read his emotions and then just casually tell his mom what he was feeling, so keefe learned to do the same thing and doesn't realize it's fucked up

fitz was the first one to call out that behavior but keefe still struggles with it

fitz keeps keefe in line. in my head

fitz is actually the one that won't let keefe touch his hair everyone has it flipped

this post is turning into a keefitz post lemme backtrack

keefe really likes the elvin equivalent of oranges/citrusy fruits and in unraveled if i don't see him intimidatingly eat a lemon like an apple i will simply perish

before the series started, he changed his hair and eye color all the time with elixirs from slurps and burps so he did know dex kinda even before sophie was in the picture

one time he dyed the tips of his hair black so he looked like a porcupine

he's one of those people that buries himself under the comforter even if it's like 150 degrees outside and inside (i think this is canon actually)

(spoilers for crooked kingdom whoopsie) you know that scene where they fall through the ceiling because they spilled really potent acid on the ground? keefe has definitely done that. that's why Nobody Goes To The Fifty-Sixth Floor Of Candleshade. there's just a gaping hole in the floor between the fifty-fifth and fifty-sixth floor

keefe decorated the rim of said hole with tiny chunks of lumenite he secretly shaved off his dad's statue and since his dad never goes to that floor he doesn't know about it

keefe performed the elvin equivalent of a satantic ritual with the hole (he was high on fathomlethes)

his favorite scent is sharpie. unfortunately he's never actually smelled it before. come on, shannon, give the people (me) what they want in unraveled

when he first heard about sophie (not from fitz) he thought she was a rumor

he's ridden verdi before once when grady made him do chores waiting for sophie to come home

he fell off. painfully

he has never baked ever not even once in his entire life. not ever. this is important to me

keefe and fitz are the epitome of the newest, hottest romance trope that's taken the book world by storm: baker x cannot bake for the life of them

keefe was the one that painted that vacker family portrait actually

della told fitz she wanted to commission a portrait of them to celebrate alden's recovery and fitz was like "i know just the guy"

fitz just didn't tell sophie that because he didn't want to ruin the mood during the flashback scene

remember when fitz said he went to the hekses place for a delivery once? actually alden took keefe too and keefe thought it was cool. yes i know canon says keefe wasn't there and thought it was gross but we ignore canon in this headcanon household

he tried to convince fitz to join his hair and eye color changing ways by changing his eye color to teal and hair color to brown but alas fitz refused to join him

oh shit i'm keefitz posting again

he only turned the lab table to silver because it was ugly he wouldn't have done it if it wasn't so crusty-looking why doesn't lady galvin appreciate his efforts no one understands him

he once showered in the elvin equivalent of orange juice

[sillysarahsthings]

Damn I forgot to post this.

The middle children! + The youngest. 😃

So I did have the idea of giving LJ 11 (he has technically 10 but two of them are conjoined.) kids since that's how many I designed, and I didn't want to leave them rot in my brain.

So lemme give a brief introduction to these goobers.

Pierre (the third born) he's a gardener and constantly looking after his younger siblings.

Ciaran (the last born) he's just a silly goober who always keeps his eyes closed for demonic reasons.

Oleander or Olly (the sixth born) he's tired, and a smoker.

Penny and Kenny (the seventh and eighth born) Penny is an agent of chaos and likes to use Kenny for dangerous stunts.

Ramona (the ninth born) she's a mime so she doesn't talk, anything she mimes becomes a reality so she's good when it comes to killing.

[larz-barz]

hi Milo! I hope you remember me.. Or should I say I hope you remember then I said that the final arcs will be produced as movies. Who would have thought that what I said was true?

I'm just kidding with you ;D

This is because I have a sixth sense hehe :)

Anyway, have you watched the last episode? Got opinions/thoughts about it?

Hope you have a great day :)

yeah, i remember you!!:D<3333

hehe that’s pretty cool that you were right >:3

anyways- i have seen the final episode and lemme tell you this, i CRIED

i was speechless afterwards, all i could say was “wow”

i ain’t ready for infinity castle, that’s all i can say ;-;

hope you have a great day too!!:D

[fastofthekillones]

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I'm just going to pin this post and use it to find weird tags that I have inexplicably written on something, mostly for my own gratification, but if any of you wonderful weirdos wanna look, feel free

[anonymouscuzwhynot001]

so

uhm

i just finished tftdate

emotions are running quite low

i think i burnt myself out of tbdate

can't feel anything

THAT'S A FUCKING LIE AND I KNOW IT ADAM SILVERA DID IT AGAIN GIVE US A SAD HAPPY PAIR OF CUTE LITTLE INNOCENT KIDS HAVING FUN UNTIL DEATH-CAST CALLS TO FUCK UP THEIR LIVES AGAIN

LIKE VALENTINORION WAS SO AWESOME WHILE IT LASTED AND I'M READY TO MURDER SOMEONE AFTER THAT LAST STUNT VALENTINO PULLED LIKE BITCH YOU KNEW YOU WERE GONNA DIE YOU DIDN'T EVEN GIVE YOUR BOYFRIEND YOUR SIXTH-FLOOR KISS AND JUMPED HEADFIRST INTO THE FIGHT AND LIKE I GET IT YOU'RE RIPPED BUT IF YOU DON'T PUT THOSE GUNS TO USE YOU'LL GET RIPPED (EXACTLY LIKE YOU DID)

AND SADJLHGSJSD LITTLE MATEO AND RUFUS LIKE OMG RUFUS BACKSTORY NEW BIKE AND HIS MOM WAS LITERALLY IN ON THEIR OPERATION AND MATEO ALMOST KNEW RUFUS BEFORE HE ENDED UP BEING HIS BOYFRIEND AND—

ONE SEC LEMME SOB—

K I'M BACK

LIKE IMAGINE THEY'D KNOWN EACH OTHER FOR MUCH LONGER AND STARTED DATING BEFORE THEY KNEW THEY WERE GONNA DIE BUT AT LEAST THEY'D GO OUT TOGETHER AND IT'D MAKE THEIR DAY SO MUCH HARDER

AND LIKE VALENTINO AND ORION DIDN'T GET TO DO THEIR LOVE LOCK THING BUT THEY CARVED THEIR NAME (SINGULAR) ON A WOODEN BENCH WHICH CAN BE WORN AWAY OR BROKEN OR UTTERLY DESTROYED (JUST LIKE THEM)—

AHEM ANYWAYS AND THEY DIDN'T EVEN GET TO TAKE THEIR PLANNED TRIP DOWN MEMORY LANE CUZ STUPID VALENTINO JUST HAD TO GET INTO THAT FIGHT WHILE POOR LITTLE PAZ PULLS THE TRIGGER ON HIS DAD AND KILLED HIM AND I REALLY THOUGHT THE LAST DECKER WOULD BE ORION NGL BC I WOULDN'T PUT IT PAST ADAM SILVERA TO TORTURE US LIKE THAT

BUT NOW ORION HAS A PERMANENT REMINDER OF THE REASON HE'S ALIVE AND HAD FUN AND FELL IN LOVE AND LIVED AND DID IT WITH AND IT'S ABSO-FUCKING-LUTELY DESTROYING ME EATING ME UP FROM THE INSIDE UNTIL I'M A BROKEN HUMAN SHELL UNABLE TO FUNCTION EVER AGAIN

AND THE FACT THAT SCARLETT COULDN'T SEE HER BROTHER ALIVE EVER AGAIN IN PERSON BC OF STUPID DEATH-CAST LITERALLY GO FUCK YOURSELF AND SCARLETT NOW HAS TO LIVE LIFE ONLY HALF ALIVE

AND I LITERALLY STARTED CRYING HALFWAY THROUGH THE BOOK EVEN THOUGH NOTHING TOO BAD HAPPENED YET JUST LIKE I STARTED CRYING HALFWAY THROUGH TBDATE WHEN MATEO INVITED LIDIA TO JOIN HIM AND RUFUS AT THE TRAVEL ARENA AND LIDIA WAS SO CLOSE TO BREAKING DOWN

AND LIKE IMAGINE VALENTINO HAD NEVER BUMPED INTO ORION IMAGINE THEY'D NEVER MET IMAGINE ORION NEVER GOT HIS GOLDEN HEART IMAGINE VALENTINO GAVE UP BEFORE IT EVEN STARTED IMAGINE THEY BOTH DIED WITHOUT KNOWING THE OTHER EXISTED NEW YORK'S A BIG CITY THE POSSIBILITIES ARE ENDLESS

I THINK I CRIED MORE THAN TBDATE BUT WHO THE FUCK KNOWS IT'S 1:45 AM AND I'M DEPRESSED AND SO FUCKING DESTROYED AFTER THAT LIKE VALENTINO YOU CAN'T BE DOING THAT ON YOUR END DAY HUN THAT FUCKING TERRIFIED ME LITERALLY RIPPED MY HEART OUT OF MY CHEST AND FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK

[necros-writing-stuff]

Revamping the younger au to fit the ages that are now canon/speculated.

So we have:

The main trio (Eden, Bailey, Pre-PC) all in their final years of sixth form/college. Eden dropped out but still comes by every so often. Eden works at as a janitor at the museum. Bailey is doing business, as well as English and Maths. Pre-PC does whatever, they're the reader. Still orphans.

The teachers. Leighton and Morgan just got hired (and do Art and English respectively). Winter had already been doing History for a few years.

Morgan and Avery do be having a fling and I'm still making Charles/Charlene Avery's kid too for funsises. Avery won't acknowledge sleeping with someone who's "just a teacher".

Leighton is already being creepy with his favourite students.

Avery and Quinn working at the same company, constantly trying to one up each other (Quinn wins most of the time). Bailey wants to intern under Quinn after graduation. Quinn does not acknowledge Avery as competition.

Briar, Landry and Remy also being at the school, but perhaps a year or two younger. They know of Bailey, Eden tends to stay off of people's radars.

Briar is already starting to bully and blackmail students, Landry tries their best to stay off their shit list and just watch. Remy likes to flaunt their rich people bullshit. Remy is an unfortunate collector of pig people and cow people porn and Briar is trying to find evidence to blackmail them for money.

Y'know what? I'm bringing back Ace Bailey. But he's still romantically attracted to Eden.

They still have a shitty caretaker that abused them, but Eden's paying for a shitty flat the three of them moved into as soon as they hit 18. Bailey and Pre-PC have after school jobs to help out.

Eden's planning on fucking off into the forest at any point, he just needs the final push.

Also lemme specify the genders I use for the younger au, these are subject to change upon request but its what I default to when not told genders in asks.

He/Him (cis): Eden, Bailey, Leighton, Avery, Winter.

He/Him (trans): Landry.

She/Her (cis): Quinn, Morgan.

They/Them (cause I can't decide): Briar, Remy.

Pre-PC will always default to they/them unless specified in the ask too.

[2ndalt]

Guess who's avoiding homework again???

That's right, I've translated Pamela's section of the extra credits! First, she wrote a letter for the entire Thea Sisters, and from what I can tell this is a "Get to Know Me!" exercise.

She mentions a couple of things about herself, like how "I like simple things, because complicated things make my brain seize up." and that she's very cheerful, but if she's hungry she gets quite cranky. Then she goes off on a tangent about how much she loves pizza *cough* we know *cough* before mentioning her abilities as a mechanic, before signing off with:

"I'm sure I'm forgetting something… I'll tell you in the next episode!"

(I honestly don't know what "I'll tell you in the next episode!" is supposed to mean. Is it a translation error? Is it just one of Pam's colorful phrases?? Is she breaking the fourth wall???)

"P.S for Violet: I'm sorry if I scream every time I see your cricket, but I can't help it!"

Pamela acknowledging her fear of Frilly and apologizing for it is just very cute to see. Like, I hate bugs too, but I'd imagine that it's a lot worse for Pam since insects in New York are absolute menaces (especially when they fly) and only mean trouble for people working in the restaurant industry. Instead of acting like Violet was weird for having a pet cricket, Pamela accepts that Frilly is important to Violet while also coming to terms with her somewhat-irrational fear of insects. She never puts any blame on Violet for the way Pamela feels, and that's the emotional maturity we love to see :)

The next letter from Pam is a doozy, mainly because it's talking about her siblings. Her 9 siblings.

Anyways, the siblings in order are: Vince, the eldest who will inherit the family business, Sam the second oldest who works as a mechanic (possibly where Pam got her mechanic skills from), Bess the third oldest and the prettiest, Flo the fourth oldest and a great dancer, coming in fifth place is our fav Pamela, Gas the sixth and who seems like his only personality trait is being chubby, Jo the seventh youngest ("who ____? like crazy!" I couldn't translate the word beverde so idk what Jo does), Spike the eighth youngest who butts heads with Vince the most often, and finally Gus and Peggy, who are twins and the youngest. I was not kidding, this was a lot of info to keep track of.

First of all: Bless Pamela's mother for giving birth nine different times. Second of all: Here it's revealed that Pamela is the fifth oldest in her family, making her the middle child. Lemme just start off with I DID NOT GET THOSE VIBES FROM HER! I THOUGHT SHE WAS GONNA BE THE OLDEST/SECOND OLDEST INSTEAD SHE'S THE MIDDLE CHILD??!! my mind is shattered. Also, from what little we are told about Pam's family it seems like she's the first one to go to a college/university, which is hella neat.

The next section Pamela writes is a little... weird.

She wants to travel to the year 3000 to see what the future is like, and says some of her own optimistic predictions. Like, curing acne with ice cream or cats becoming really small creatures (Which raises a whole 'nother slew of questions about how mice and cats evolved, but that's for a different post).

But the one that stuck out to me was her idea that for studying, all that they'd have to do is place their heads on a textbook and find out everything there is to know. It sounded familiar and then I realized-

She. She predicted it. In the special edition series, this is literally what Pamela proposed in the very first book. Coincidence? I THINK NOT!

Pamela if you don't stop breaking the fourth wall right now I'm gonna call your editor.

[azmenka]

@ach1llean ctd.

TURN AROUND FOR A SPLIT SECOND AND SEE WHAT HAPPENS ; it was a game he regularly played with Loras and each time , he more or less looked forward to whatever ride he'd be dragged onto this time . a shopping street somewhere in Paris posed less of a risk than losing Loras at the family estate in the countryside , but Maron still wouldn't doubt that even here , his boyfriend could cook up something remarkably stupid . starting a fight with a homeless person , maybe . or starting a fight with an elderly woman . or starting a fight with some kid . or a pigeon . . .

the cigarette glowing between Loras' fingers was suprisingly tame . nothing to unexpected and certainly not something he'd have to bail him out for again , so the smile sat easily on his lips , the approach with the familiar light swagger in his steps calm and unhurried . " oh no no , this is exactly what it looks like , 'cos if it's anything else , I'll very lovingly strangle you . " funny how one could say that with so much adoration swinging in the voice . a hand reached out , plucking the cigarette from Loras fingers , and he simply allowed himself a drag . unlike Captain Healthfreak here , Maron had no records to hold and no intention of quitting anytime soon . " lemme guess , this is your thirty-sixth last cigarette ever . "

a grin , and an arm that found its way around Loras waist to pull him closer for a kiss that tasted of tobacco and parisian summers .

[elgascreamslikehell]

Fortunately nobody is tagging me (but you can) but still,

something something sentence sunday!

Buck cleans up the apartment the sixth time in a row when he hears the phone. 'Chris, can you answer? I'm kinda in the middle of vacuuming' 'You vacuumed five times already but fine, what should i say?' Chris isn't sleeping and that's wrong, hell that's so wrong, kid hasn't slept properly in days. But who can blame him, actually? It's hard to rest when your father is on the edge of life and your Buck is cleaning constantly 'Try to say hello and then improvise!.. i think our vacuum is broken..' Or someone - Chris to be specific - just plug it off. 'Hello.' 'Erm... Buck?' 'Try again' Buck overhears that and can't fight the laugh. Fuck this kid is definitely Eddie's son 'You must be Chris...' 'You must be genius.' Ok, ok, audacity is good most of the time but now he is just rude. Still he is so Eddie right now. Buck comes closer to get his phone back. Chris looks at him with a grin 'It's your girlfriend' And that explains a lot. Buck feels he needs to clean something again 'Ok, lemme take it from here. And she's not that. Not anymore.' He grabs the phone 'Hi, Natalia. What's up?' 'Apparently your coworker's underage son? Do you know what time is it? Why did he answer your phone?' 'He was closer to it. What do you want apart of criticise my parental behaviour? I'm sorry, I'm in the middle of cleaning'