#limes blabs

[unknown-limes]

This is the farmer and his husband, Sam, and his husband's boyfriend Sebastian, and his husband's boyfriend's girlfriend Abigail, and his husband's girlfriend Penny, and his husband's girlfriend's girlfriend Maru, and his husband's girlfriend's girlfriend's boyfriend Harvey. Also, the farmer has something going on with this little freak in the sewers, not sure what that's all about but Krobus seems pleasant.

[unknown-limes]

I recently learned that I got evaluated alongside my brothers for various neurodivergent conditions in 2013 when I was 12. The psychiatrist used the exact same criteria for all of us and came to the conclusion that both of my little brothers showed symptoms of ADHD, enough to undergo further testing, but by the exact same criteria, I did not. The problem with that is I am AFAB, and studies have shown that ADHD shows up in AFAB people differently. To be fair to the psychiatrist, I don't think most of those studies had been published at the time. But the fact that two out of three siblings showed symptoms and it wasn't determined that they ought to test all three just to be safe is upsetting to me.

My parents did not think it was necessary to make me fully aware of what happened until two months back, when a therapist asked if I've ever been evaluated for either ADHD or autism. Neither me nor my two brothers even realized we were evaluated until our dad confirmed it last month!

Just being asked that question felt so validating for all of my major struggles in life. All the times I've been unable to make my brain sit down and do the thing, all the "just write a note/put a reminder in your phone/make it a daily task"s that never helped. All the times I fought my parents on doing homework or realized something was due at midnight and had to bullshit an essay I had so many ideas for but put off. Being known as a ditzy daydreamer who can barely focus on anything, how much trouble I had (and still have) in social interactions. The depression I suffered from for the entirety of my teen years partly because I felt like something was deeply wrong with me.

I still haven't been formally evaluated (bc money and also it's so tricky to be taken seriously as an adult) so I don't fully know if that's my truth. Yet, it is still incredibly infuriating to think I might be someone who slipped through the cracks and hasn't gotten help that I need bc it's easier to test girls on criteria made for boys than it is to create a more inclusive criteria accounting for differences in sex.

Not telling your kid they have a learning disability, chronic illness, mental illness etc. so they can “feel normal” actually does the opposite. They will not feel normal if they do not have the context to understand that their normal will be different from that of their peers.

[thedndgoblinwholivesinyourwalls]

@enlighten3d its your boy :0 (i’ve associated josh with you nowwwww/pos) BUT YEAHHH i think this’ll be his artfight profile like. thumbnail :] yipeee

[endereies]

YOU'RE MY PRIZE - MS

No Nut November - Day 17

NNN Masterlist...

-➤ Matt brings you to the carnival and wins just for you

When Matt said he had a surprise for you, you weren’t expecting to get out the vehicle at the main entrance of a famous carnival. 

It was only set up a few times a year, and with the queues, it wasn’t always an ideal situation. Ever since moving in with Matt, you’ve blabbed every time it sets up a new spot. After all, it was famous. The rides they hosted weren’t your average roller coasters and took several days to set up. Of course it had the classic helter-skelter and teacups. It was only when you looked deeper you saw the abundance of attractions. Set up haunted houses that genuinely left people horrified, stalls that seemed from creative aspect, and of course the Ferris wheel that was littered in light.  

“You’re kidding?!” The child like part of you rushed out as you jumped up and down, grabbing Matt’s tatted arm like a vice. 

“Figured it seemed like a perfect time” He wasn’t wrong about that, your anniversary had just past and he grabbed tickets off the website. You knew something was planned when you read through his card but he didn’t let up. His lips were sealed over the past week or so as you begged him for answers. Now that you had them and it was beaming in front of you, how could you ever complain. 

Once the roads were all clear, his hand was dragged by yours to the grand entrance. After all this time of you dreaming, it was stood before you. 

Matt handed over his phone to the manager and she handed it back, along with two tickets. You’d scanned everyone else’s ticket before yours and they seemed to be a lime scale sort of green. Yet yours were a deep purple. Your boyfriend thanked the manager before laughing at your confused face. “Read it, baby...”  

So, you did. The bold letters ‘VIP’ covered the back of the ticket in a gold colour. “What!” 

“If I am treating m’girl tonight, I’m doing it right. After all you deserve it”  

You both stopped walking as you practically tackled his side. Both of your hands gripped his body tightly, shoving your head into his shoulder “Thank you!” 

“You can thank me after, how about we enjoy ourselves.” 

Most of the evening was a collective of rides a day stalls. With the upgraded tickets that Matt got, most of the queues were cut short. But after a long while of the intense rides, the pair of you decided to sit down on a bench and eat some food. You both got burgers which you could see the steam come from as your order was handed to you. The homemade milkshake relaxed the bouts of energy inside. It was a comfortable silence you were in, one that left the sounds of the crowd, chewing and slurping in its wake. Your eyes started to scan the many stalls you had yet to venture down.  

Those games always seemed a scam and yet the child like spirit inside invited you so willingly. Matt giggled when he saw you eye up a certain stall. It was a line up of wooden clown slabs which had a bunch of cricket balls a few metres away. They seemed heavy in the way they shook but your eyes traced all the designs of them. 

“Want to go over?” Your shock from his voice made him giggle before repeating himself so you heard. “baby, do you want to do that one?”  

You knew he saw you gawk at it so there was no point in hiding your excitement. “Absolutely!” 

The burgers were quickly finished and discarded before you walked straight towards the  red stall, the stripes on the outside calling you. 

“Hey you two, think you can handle this?” The host gestured animatedly towards the rows of clowns. A smirk crossed your face as you instantly grabbed a note from your wallet and handed it to him. Matt finally met your side after you rushed ahead, watching a group of balls land just by your stomach. It was a lot more than the number of clowns and as soon as a timer started you knew why. 

After picking up the first ball, you swung your arm to throw at the centre of a clown’s face. The wood wobbled before clattering backwards. With spawned courage another ball quickly followed a larger clown and yet it barely moved.  

Sure you weren’t strong but even kids played this game, you couldn’t be that bad, right? By the time the buzzer for the timer rang, only four got pushed over. You hadn’t meant to sulk but your expression was clear. It was towards an obvious plushie you must’ve noticed, it was a cute otter stuffed animal that was curled up around its tail. 

“Let me have a go.” Matt’s voice was stern as he slammed a note on the wood next to the abandoned ball bucket. Your body turns back and the bag of balls gets replaced while the machine holds up the four clowns you knocked over previously. 

While they do so, you remain quiet so Matt can focus. His hand rises as he tosses the ball up and down in his palm, gathering its weight. Once the signal was given he leant back and pelted the ball, hammering down the clown you first attempted. It fell with such ease. 

Years of lacrosse and hockey built his strength and precision, he wasn’t going to disappoint. Ball after ball, each clown was clattering as they fell, rebounding slightly on the floor. He only stumbled on a few as when that buzzer rang, the last one bounced and sounded on the concrete. He tossed a spare ball into the bucket and handed it back to the host who was a little shocked at the intense strong skill he had. 

“Well..sir, which shall be your prize.” He smirked at you before he spoke. “That bottom otter please.” 

The host jumped slightly to grab the large otter off its hook and handed it to Matt. “Here. Congratulations!” They smiled at each other before setting up a game for another child. 

“Here baby, think this belongs to you.” Your face lit up as he pushed it towards you. “I saw you eyeing it up after you played. 

“Matt...you didn’t have to, this is so sweet” As much as you tried to hide it, you were so giddy to finally hold its softness against your chest. It was the perfect material and softness, it only made you thank Matt harder. 

“I love you Matt, thank you...” His hand came up to your chin, tilting your head towards him. 

“I love you more baby, besides, you’re my prize.” 

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© ENDEREIES 2024

[aesthetic-bbyg]

hey, can i request a tom x puerto rican female reader? Kinda similar to the chola one but it's in new york instead of la🤭omgggg. It can be any era idm sjensjsj

AY, BENDITO ~ TOM K.

Tom Kaulitz x reader

In which a determined Tom won’t stop till you accept his offer to take you out.

Nattie speaks: Yayayaya!! Im excited to write this bc I literally love Puerto Ricans sm like y’all are real ones ong🙏. Keep the request coming in bc I def wanna start writing more on here!

YOU NEARLY GROANED AS you saw the boy approach, your friend, Daniela, giggled from beside you just watching in amusement. Nearly everyday, Tom Kaulitz managed to find you and ask you the same question.

“You free tonight?” His German accent so alluring yet you knew you couldn’t, and you wouldn’t. Yes, you will admit that Tom was a very attractive boy, you liked him a lot, but you also knew the type of person he was. It seemed as though every girl you talked to had at least one interaction with the Kaulitz boy that ended in sex. “Come on, just one date and it’ll be worth it.”

You glared, turning back to the line and waiting for your lime flavored piragua, choosing to ignore him. You weren’t sure why he decided that picking you as the main victim of his pestering was good idea but each day it annoyed you more. There we’re even some where you nearly gave in and excepted his offer but ultimately walked away before the words could leave your mouth. Was the piragua guy purposely taking long to shave the ice or was it just you? The mix between the heat of New York and Tom’s blabbing in your ear made the tone feel slow.

“Enough!” You snapped, turning to face the boy who was listing off reasons as to why taking you to Señor Guzman’s pizza place would be the perfect first date for the two of you. “I already told you that I’m not interested in going out with you.”

You could hear your friend snickering beside you, “Ay bendito.” She was just observing and sipping the cool cherry flavored syrup from her cup. (Poor boy)

Tom only smirked, adjusting his hat and backing away with his hands up in defense. “Okay, okay, I hear you, I will come back tomorrow.”

You sighed heavily as he walked away, “Don’t come back at all!” You yelled, but he didn’t turn around or do anything to acknowledge your words, based on his past actions you knew he would be back.

“Aquí está.” The tan man gave you the piragua in a small plastic cup, the shaved ice soaked in a lime-flavored syrup. Your demeanor immediately changed, a frustrated scowl turning into a soft grin with just one sip. You dig through your shorts, handing some bills before walking off. (Here you go)

“At this point, it’d be better to accept his date then reject it, Amiga.” Daniela spoke up, giving you a knowing look as she shoved some of the ice in her mouth, letting it melt on her tongue.

“No quiero, Dani, to give him the satisfaction of taking out another girl would be like hell to me.” You argued back, “He just doesn’t take a hint, and everyday he comes and bothers me about something.” (I don’t want to)

“If you really about it.” Daniela began making you roll your eyes. “I’m starting to think that he really likes you and isn’t just playing around to get in your pants.”

You turned to her with furrowed brows, “What do you mean, it Tom fucking Kaulitz, of course he’s gon’ something involving.”

“When’s the last time you heard of him hooking up with someone?” Daniela asked, watching a a you shrugged your shoulders. “Exactly, and don’t you think that it’s strange how Tom is constantly flirting with you, only you.”

“I think it’s very strange, and annoying, ya me tiene esta los cielos, Dani.” You huffed, stopping as you arrived in front of her apartment building. (he has me up to the sky)

“Just take a moment and think, he totally got a thing for you because he’s putting in actual effort, not just shooting out some lame pick up lines.” Your friend tossed her cup into a nearby garbage bin before climbing up the steps. “He likes you, and I know you like him.”

You processed her words as you made it back to your own home, the refreshing snack cleared up your mind from its previous annoyed state. It made you frustrated, how could it be that a player was suddenly wanting to get with you of all people. For as long as you could remember, Tom would always flirt with you, it gave you a string of hope before he ended up in another girls room that same day. If the reason why you became so cold, more brutal with your rejections then before.

Walking into the house, your auntie and mom were in the kitchen, they could already sense the annoyance radiating off you. “Nena, que tú tiene?” Your auntie questioned, raising her thinly drawn eyebrow at you. “And don’t bullshit me.” (Girl, what is wrong?)

“María!” Your mother scolded towards her sister, “Don’t be using those groserías in front of my daughter.” You walked into the kitchen, jumping onto the counter as you watched your mother cut up some chicken. (Bad words)

“You know Tom K, el aleman te la esquina?” You began, getting the attention of both of the woman. (The German from the corner)

“El que tiene un hermano emo?” You auntie asked, placing a hand on her hip. (the one that has an emo brother?)

“Titi.” You warned as she threw her hands up in defense, “Bueno, pues, he’s been asking me out for the past five months.”

Your mother let out a dramatic gasp, stopping her motions and looking at you, “Cinco meses? Y qué carajo todavía haces aquí?” (five months? And what the hell are you still doing here?)

You groaned, throwing your head back, “No salir con el, mama, he’s a player, I’ve been sayin’ no each time.” Your tía grinned, clapping your hands. (I don’t want to go out with him)

“Mira, no mas!” She squealed, shaking your shoulders proudly, “Mi nenita ya tiene todo los hombres a sus pies.” (Well, well, my little girl already had all the men at her feet)

“Ay, no titi, no quiero salir con el, qué pasa si no mas me trata como otra.” You frowned, feeling your mom place a comforting hand on your shoulder. (I don’t want to go out with him, what happens if he just treats my like any other?)

“If he does anything.” She threateningly raised the knife that she was chopping up vegetables with. “You just come to me.”

“Mhmm.” You tía hummed in agreement, “Just gimme that address and you won’t have to worry about it.” Her serious face was then replaced by a bright smile. “Pero, you should totally go out with him.” (But)

“Dani was sayin something about how he might be interested since he’s been trying to hard, and just earlier when I was getting Piragua from Señor Rodríguez he came up to me.” The two woman listened intently, “He asked me out again and I said no, and when he said he’ll come back tomorrow I said he should never.”

The woman in front of you winced, “Ay, bendito.” They said in unison, making your frown even deeper. Maybe you were too harsh. (Poor boy)

“But since he’s so adamant on me, saying yes then he probably does have some interest. Well, that’s what Dani thinks.”

“Mira, nena.” Your tía placed her tan hands on your shoulders, “Back in my day, yo traía todos los hombres, tu mama era una virgencita.” (Listen, girl. I had all the men, your mom was a virgen)

“Ey!” Your mother slapped your tias arm angrily, making your scrunch your face up. “I was just waiting to find the right hombre.” (Man)

“Pero esperaste unos mil años.” The woman turned back to you, “As I was sayin’, no matter how much a man tried to be all playa’ by sleeping around with women and shit, the thing that’s gonna touch his heart is when a woman cares. So the next time he comes up to you and ask you out, you say yes when you go on your first date, show him that you’re interested.” (But you waited some thousand years)

You sighed heavily, “I’m nervous.”

“Why? Because you’ve been crushing on him since you were a kid?” Your mother questioned, tossing all the ingredients she’d been cutting up into a boiling pot of water. You eyes widened, mouth opening to say something before shutting itself up. “No crees que no te visto, te gusta, and I know it.” (Don’t think I haven’t seen you, you like him)

You hop of the counter and head into your room, you pick up the small phone that was sitting on your bed, clicking in Daniela’s phone number. In just a few rings the girl picked up with her usual chirpy voice. “Wassup, Amiga?”

“Dani, I’m gonna say yes the next time Tom asks me out.” You spit out quickly, not wasting a second to pause in between words. It was nearly inaudible but Dani still registered every syllable instantly.

“No way!” She squealed, “No me chingas amiga!” (Don’t fuck with me, bestie!)

“I’m bein’ for real.” You smiled slightly at her excitement, fiddling with the gold necklace nervously. “The next time he comes up to me, I’ll say yes.”

“WHERE THE HELL IS HE?” You asked anxiously, eyes looking around to see if he’d magically pop up. The day had nearly reached an end, the sun beginning to lower itself into the horizon while you and Dani had walked around the area multiples times. By this time, Tom would’ve already walked up to you, gripping his baggy pants, a shit eating grin on his face, German-laced accent speaking the same words that you usually rejected, it almost became a routine.

But today you hadn’t seen him, it begun to make you nervous and ask the sun disappeared and the street lights flickered on, you sighed sadly. Never did you think you’d be so sad about not being pestered by Tom, in fact, you wished for a day like this. Now that you have it, you realize how boring the day has been, not hearing him or his corny pickup lines made it feel like a puzzle piece was missing.

“It’s okay.” Daniela rubbed a soothing hand up and down your back, “Maybe tomorrow, he could be busy with his band.”

“But he said he’d be back.” You frowned deeply, shoulders slumping, feet dragging on the pavement as you walked back home. You did the usual, dropped of Daniela first, her right hug lingering longer then usual before you walked the next few blocks to your own home. Just as you stepped on the steps that lead up to your front door a repetitive shuffle caught your attention.

“Hey, gorgeous.” Tom held flowers in one hand, the other one timidly waving at you. You’d never that you’d be so happy to see him, a smile would’ve taken over your features but you held back. Keeping a straight face as he held out the roses. “I got these..for you.”

Your eyes widened, taking the flowers and blushing. “Thank you, how’d you know these were my favorite?”

“You told me.” He smiled softly, it made your heart flutter and stomach twist into knots. “And, uh..I wanted to ask you, again, if you’d wanna go out with me?” He fiddled with the bands around his wrist, expecting the usual words of no and a slammed door in his face, but you have a warm smile instead.

“Yeah, I’m free on Friday.” You tried to hold the eye contact but his eyes practically hypnotized you, you stared down the roses, a shy smile on your lips. “I’m sorry for being mean on the past times.”

Tom chuckled, demeanor shifting from an laid back player to a timid lover boy who was stupidly excited that his crush finally said yes. “It’s okay gorgeous.”

An awkward beat of silence engulfed the air before you leaned forward, pecking his cheek and watching as the red blush creeped up onto his face. “I’ll see you Friday then.” You mumbled, hand gripping the door handle and pushing it open. You looked towards the boy one last time, “Bye Tom.”

“Bye, gorgeous.”

I hate using y/n if y’all couldn’t alr tell by the amount of pet-names I have in all my fics. 😭 I tried my best to capture the Puerto Rican culture but as someone who isn’t really familiar, I don’t really know if I did all that good. Apologies if there was some errors in some areas!! either way I enjoyed writing this fic and loved the idea!! Ik it got corny at the end but pls ignore that.

hehehe

[thedndgoblinwholivesinyourwalls]

:0 HIHII OMGG thats so coool!! Good luck for the concert!! (If you’re playing in it :]])

ALSO TADAA:

ajdhdjdhdjfhsj jadele,,, your poems man they haunt me in the most /pos way everrr

lime beloved i finally got my wifi back yipeeee okok uh. I have a comic thing planned for jadele with your first poem about them but i only have one page fully done (and the rest will not be finished at the moment for a while due to motivationnn) but would you like to see ittt :]]

YOOOO HI LARKIE !!!!!! im on a school band trip rn lmao. literally at a concert while typing this 👍👍

oooOOOOOHHH... WOAH. WOAH. WOAH. HELL YEAH I WOULD LIKE TO SEE??? HOLY SHIT??? 0: 0:

[simp999]

A New Home Ch. 8

Various Splatoon Manga x Skilled! Isekai'd! Reader

Wc: 1.1k

A/N: I know that these are splatoon 2 hairstyles but it suits the character's personalities so much more and you can't stop me ;)

Back to the start! Previous Next

You make your way out of Inkopolis tower, weapon in hand. You hear your name being called out, and you shift your gaze towards a tall, maybe 6'1 or so, inkling with lime green ink and freckles. You're not sure how your name got out, but you suppose that's what happens when you show up outta nowhere and put others in their place with minimal effort. The lime-green inkling enthusiastically introduces himself as Milo, and begins to ramble about himself.

‘He’s not from the manga, is he?’

You notice he's wearing retro specs, a green zip hoodie, and purple hi-horses. A shorter inkling donning dark blue ink, pilot goggles, a black anchor tee and black seahorses comes up behind him and slaps Milo on the back, quieting him. 

"Sorry 'bout him, he likes to talk. Anyways, the name's Leo! I heard you've been rising the ranks really quick and well, um-" it seems Leo gets a little shy, maybe being embarrassed about something. You're about to shrug it off and make your way to Inkopolis tower, but the last one in the group stops you. She's a little shorter than Milo, and she has dark purple ink. She’s wearing a paisley bandanna, black inky rider, and octoling boots. She looks a little scary, but you can’t let her know that.

"-We need a leader, and we were hoping you might be willing. We've seen how strong you are in battle, and we think that you could do us well."

 "Not that you have to, of course!" Milo cuts off the inkling girl quickly, assuring you to not step out of your comfort zone. He starts stuttering and blabbing again, but before long, you ask them;

"Why? Do you need a leader, that is. You could just play with some rando."

The inkling girl is the first to answer, short and sweet. "We want a solid team."

Now that sounds interesting. People who actually care about winning? They've piqued your interest.

Milo adds in that it's mostly just for ranked, but he thinks it's important that teammates should know and trust each other.

"Tell you what, I'll give it a shot. You've got one chance to prove it to me."

"Alright dude, let's do this!" Leo jumps in, excited to be battling by your side. "So what rank are ya anyways?"

Oh yeah, that. 

"Uh, about that-"

"Doesn't matter, does it? It's not just a test for us, Leo. If we don't like them they're not going to be our leader." 

Straight to the point, that girl. Good, that's good to have when it comes to communication between teammates. 

You get ready for the battle and take note of everyone's weapons. Milo has a heavy splatling, Leo uses dapple dualies, and the purple girl uses an E-liter. You haven't gotten her name, it seems she doesn't trust you just yet.

You look at the stats of your first ranked battle. The mode was Splatzones. It wasn't bad per se, you did manage to win after all, but you definitely had to hold your own. 

Milo got 7 splats, Leo got 5, and she got 8. You got 16, and the count was a KO. That girl is definitely the best of the three, but they've got lots to improve on. Leo's sulking in the corner, expecting you to leave them because of how often you had to save them. 

You cross your arms and close your eyes in thought after analyzing the stats in front of you. After assessing your thoughts, you give them your answer.

"...Alright, I'm down if you guys still want me. But only if you're ready to train hard to get better. I see potential in you guys."

Leo immediately jumps up from his spot on the floor with a big smile on his face and runs up to you to hug you, and you accept it half-heartedly. Milo sounds like a broken record on repeat with the amount of thank you's coming from him. The girl, who's wiping her weapon off from the ink carefully looks at you and offers you respect. "You'll be a great leader, I'm looking forward to our tough training together. My name's Natasha, but call me Tasha."

You give her a nod of approval and slowly pull Leo off of you. The first thing you do is set up a private battle and have 2v2s at random. You immediately take note of their weak points and point them out during battles. Leo needs to learn to stay back and assess the situation at times, he's bad for charging right in. Milo is too much of a sweetheart and hesitates at times. Tasha needs to improve on mobility, she can't just stay in one spot the whole game. 

"Eventually your opponents will get strong enough to get right up close to you, y'know. You'll have to be able to fight em' off."

They listened to your every word after learning how much experience you seemed to have. You can tell this team has already improved lots by the end of the night, after training for around 4 and a half hours. Looks like they're diligent, too. You call it quits because you can tell that everyone's getting sleepy, and it's no use practising if you can't play your hardest. Leo's trying hard to keep his eyes open, you bet he has a bad sleep schedule. Everyone packs up their weapons and they head out of the training grounds, Milo giving Leo a piggy back ride so he can sleep on the way home. Tasha takes his belt that has his dualies attached, letting her charger rest like a backpack on her back with some velcro straps. 

You're about to part ways, but then you remember that you've got to sleep on that miserable bench again. You sigh, not looking forward to it. 

"Everything alright, boss?" Milo asks in a hushed tone, not wanting to wake Leo.

You snicker a bit at the name, you're 90% sure that Milo had forgotten your name or he just said it for fun, and you accepted it. 

"I, uh, ran from home a while back and I've got nowhere to stay. I've just been sleeping on benches for the past while, is all. Tough nights."

Milo gasps, surprised that such a skilled battler could be living on the streets. Do you not get lots of money from turfing? 

You really do, but you're not sure how to get an apartment. 

"Come live with us, please! We've got a spare room, you shouldn't have to live on the streets!" 

You're about to do the whole polite 'nah it's fine' thing but you can't deny that you need an actual bed. Even sleeping on a couch would be tons better. 

"I'd really appreciate that. Thank you, Milo." 

Next part

Apr. 29.23

[hobiebrownismygod]

apologies if I’m hitting you with the spam beam, it’s just that I wanna share my OC, but it’s hard translating it into a fanfic. Anyways, here’s some more of my OC.

So Pollie is in the kitchen, slicing away at some fruits and putting them in a bowl. Miguel shows up, and she’s just standing there like “you here to blab about some multiverse canon event stuff?” and but Miguel has trouble explaining why he’s actually there, so he dodges the question, and asks what she’s doing. Pollie shows him the fruit salad she’s making for the “Spider-Band” because they’re coming over to visit later, and says that he’s welcome to help. She then starts slicing peaches, and Miguel asks what the weird rock in the peach is, and so she explains that it’s the pit, which is holds the seed that helps grow a new peach tree. Miguel then tells her that fruit in his dimension don’t have seeds or pits because they’re artificially created. Pollie is absolutely shell shocked, and she tells him to stay for lunch, and that he should at least try something that’s not cafeteria or lab grown.

Miguel reluctantly stays, and when the spider ban shows up, the teens are shook when Miguel of all people is sitting in a patchwork chair, attempting to read a magazine while Pollie made lunch in the kitchen.

Pollie makes a platter of spring rolls for lunch, stuffed with fresh vegetables, shrimp, and noodles, with a stack of dipping sauce containers so that none of them end up sharing germs. She reminded them that she made fruit salad beforehand, and they can have some after they let their stomachs settle after lunch.

After watching a little bit of television, Pollie came in with a big bowl of fruit salad, which had apples, pears, peaches, cherries, oranges, pineapple, papaya, honeydew, watermelon, strawberries, raspberries, blackberries, blueberries, green and red grapes, and some kiwi, topped with a dressing made from lemon juice, lime juice, and honey. It was kept in the fridge to keep cool, and was spooned into separate bowls.

And so they just watched tv while eating fruit salad.

AWWWWW

HOW DOES SHE FIND IT IN HER TO BE SO SWEET TO EVERYONE INCLUDING MIGUEL 😭

she’s quite literally an angel

spider-angel

she’s the MOTHER OF THE MULTIVERSE

SPIDER MOM

I’d like to see her being a mom to Ben Reilly and Jess too and seeing their reactions 😭 Ben would be an absolute child and I think Jess would like being the one taken care of for a change

POLLIE HELPING JESS OUT IN HER THIRD TRIMESTER?? BABYSITTING JESSES BABY??

I’m in love

[barfoltidotcom]

cackling to myself in the coffeshop (my beloved coffee shop) and i ended up doodling modern au of everyone.....origionally i was gonna start with celestine but lol i went ham on marinseya.......

ANYWAYS im laughing bc i gave her a "DYKE" patch on her jeans and i think its so her lol

so far im trying to decide what to do with the patch on her other knee. and yes she was a bomber jacket bc i think they slay but most of all it makes drawing her upper half easier LOL i can be lazy as hell with it if i give her a big jacket with a furry collar

AND YES she is smoking a cigarette.

she has a punk band and runs a shitty basement venue out of the old barn on the farm she inherited (if i had to assin a real life band it would probably be emily's sassy lime....thats the vibe u know oh and skating polly's song send a priest is aso a vibe)

instead of a dragon velix is a horse

and alll the crops she grows she like distrubutes to ppl in her community bc hes cool and shes also always fixing her friends apartments and houes bc shes very handy (farm girl moment) anyways everone always comes over for shows aso

and celestine is her BEST BESTIE (they live together) and florence is celestine's boyfriend that recently moved to town from ...??? somehwere....hes always really vague about it but no one pushes it. plus he is rlly good at cooking a lot of food for a lot of ppl so when he starts serving soup at a show (out of celestine and marinseya's shitty farm kitcen...it has one of the side screen doors they prop open and its out of a beat to shit big ass pot he bought at thrift store lol) everyone was like.........yo celestine.....he makes a mean cassarole too so can you keep him (not that celestine needed them to ask but it is great to see him accepted by the community)

OKAY WHERE WAS I GOING WITH THIS

um so breysis ends up playing a show there with her band and marinseya is like

WOWIE IM IN LOVE WITH YOU SO HARD

but is a typical useless lesbian abt it lol like maybe she even writes a song for breysis and its insufferable to see her pine so fucking hard lol. idk im gonna stop blabbing now

[5amanthus]

For the ask game :) 😈🎶🎯

Ask game

😈 Has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers?

I don't know if I've ever been playfully mean to readers 😂 I'm either genuine, or just mean (i.e hurting blorbos, added angst, killing characters).

It's not really playful, but probably the closest example I have is this one person was obsessed with Purple/Xander, literally the biggest bigot/not-in-the-fun-way asshole™️/just downright awful character I had in the earlier part of my series and they shit all over my massively diverse/queer/disabled/neurodivergent cast of characters because I refused to give him a redemption arc, so later on I ended up taking some of their direct quotes and putting it in some of his dialogue while he was being an idiot and then I got rid of him a few chapters later.

        "Perhaps you can give me some valuable insight then. Tell me about the crew."

        He paused upon realizing the other man was actually trying to talk to him, "Where do I even start? Cyan is an absolute snake, don't trust that one. 'They' will backstab you. Lime is gross and has made 'gay' his whole personality. Black is creepy and a dad. Red is really fucking weird. I thought Pumpkin would be cool, but I hate her too. Yellow is okay, I guess. The Captain doesn't take anything seriously and he should have been fired ages ago. Pink is the nervous one. Uuh, honestly everyone is so forgettable. It's so hard to keep up with everyone, they might as well just be a bunch of colours with vague personality traits."

🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

I'm always listening to music and I absolutely do while I write! I've got over 100 playlists and pretty well all of my characters have at least 1 song if not more.

These are two I've had on repeat a lot because this band is great for just a specific vibe I need for a current original WIP about a trans woman going into a cabin in the woods to discover herself and she ends up coming out with a trans monster girlfriend 😄

Also been listening to this one a bunch because it fits a possible WIP I have about two characters who love each other trying to find the other again and again even as their ripped apart while their realities constantly change around them, but I won't say more because it's going to be a big project that I'm still trying to figure out a format for. (Brain says show, but I don't really have access to those kinds of resources, so I might write it but I think it's going to be difficult to capture in a story.)

This one is always on repeat cause it's a major Fuchsia and Dijon song and I have so many feelings about them, but they're not showing up again for a while. I have a whole scene planned for this one though, and some art too.

And I've got a whole playlist for the Spot/Venom fanfic thing I'm working on, but these two songs I've been listening to a lot out of the whole playlist. I should probably slap the playlist down, maybe in the fic when its done.

🎯 Have any of your readers accurately guessed major plot points? Care to share which?

I don't really have readers that comment their guesses usually? Also I'm terrible for just blabbing about stuff instead of writing it, so people either know what's going to happen, or they comment that they were surprised by things! Like this comment, I love it a lot :D

"This has to be my fav fic in your Crews series yet. For context, I have binge read up to this chapter over the last two days.

Cyan having an altered imposter parasite was a fall-off-my-seat plot twist. Whoa! That explained what they were freaking out about when they had to get scanned and I thought they couldn't get their gloves off, but they weren't able to temporarily get the parasite to leave their body (because it was protecting them from the spawn of Chartreuse, but Cyan didn't know at the time). I want to go into more, but this paragraph alone is too long already."

Or I did have someone really accurately read a scene/the hints I left, which was great!

"When she flinched away from his hand the first time he went to touch her, I wonder whether he thought he'd partly reverted back to impostor form and that was what scared her? It must've been confusing for him to see her flinch away from a normal hand and realise it had nothing to do with his nature as an Impostor.

When Fuchsia comes during the night shift, it becomes clear Dijon is bad at hiding not only his strangeness, but even his ability to see in the dark; I wonder whether Orchid knows he's an Impostor. If so, mentioning she'd kill Pantone if she had a chance might've been an indirect approval for Dijon to get rid of him."

And the only other closest one would probably be people accurately calling Black and Red as impostors in V-Crew, but I wasn't really trying to hide that one 😂

[unknown-limes]

The Croods sequel is the exact same quality as the first film, y'all just weren't allergic to fun anymore when it came out

[bejoomi]

seojun is a good sport about joomi's questionable joke, so he grins, both relieved and a little amused. "that's good," he says with a nod. when he thinks about it, seojun has been pretty busy in the past year since that fateful halloween. he was a coach on next gen, and joomi can only assume he's part of the same project jinyoung is as a lime trainee.

"it's nice that they just let us have fun for halloween," he comments, turning to look around at the rest of the trainees (and senior artists) mingling at the party, or collecting candy and signatures. everyone works so hard. they deserve to have some fun every now and then, and he's glad the entertainment companies seem to agree. it's also cool that they let the trainees take part in this massive tradition, even if it isn't a public event for them like it is for their seniors.

"you might be one of our seniors soon, huh?" he decides to make conversation. "you can pretend you don't know what i'm talking about if you're legally obligated to keep it a secret," he adds lightheartedly. "i just know someone in lime. well, a few people in lime," he laughs, because that much is obvious, isn't it? "i mean, i know someone that has blabbed to me a little about the project group."

seojun had been wandering around and trying to catch up with everyone possible.

sure it took a lot of time but he had plenty of friends he hadn't gotten the chance to speak to with all the training they had been doing. it had been mostly waving as he passed by others on his way to wherever when in the axis building.

as he looks over the different items on the table, he easily pours himself a glass of fruit punch since he had been eyeing it after everything he had to do tonight.

looking over, he give a smile to joomi. it had been a bit since he's seen the other and it seems a bit funny that they are interacting again at another halloween party. "i've been okay. much calmer than last year. so you don't need to worry about another panic attack from me." sure that happened a few times when things got to overwhelming for him but he didn't mind joking about it. he's just glad someone was there for him during that or he would have easily left the party that night.

[thedndgoblinwholivesinyourwalls]

hii larkk im sending you so many asks today hehehehe

so i wrote. janette from adele pov poem. and. its not my best work but its my best usage of a metaphor so far so !! improvement !!!!!! ehehehhe

disclaimer: this is my perception of adele based on what ive heard so uhh yeah sry if this isnt actually how she acts forgive me OTL

also warning for the reader being adele here. ahfkjlfd that feels like a warning i should make LMAO

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Your first thought when you first saw her was that she looked fragile. Beautiful, oh certainly, but so brittle. Like stained glass. She could break if you smiled too hard at her, you thought. It was an idea you relished in. This pretty fragile thing.

You soon learned, though. She may be fragile, but like any piece of decorative glass, she’s been tempered, through fires of trials and difficulties. You learn, but you don’t change your mind. Perhaps you’ll just have to smile a little harder. Make her learn the truth.

You’ve never gone too far in your life. Limits are something you know, of course you do. You’ve never reached yours. You can make her reach hers. Tempered glass may have a high melting point, but you’ve always liked a nice little experiment, haven’t you? She’s just so much more than anything else you’ve ever seen.

You would never admit it if she’d won. You wouldn’t let her. She can burn in a fire hotter than any other that she and her damned church have been through. It will be such a pleasure to watch her finally melt.

You’re not even surprised anymore when she returns. You’re glad, even. At this point you don’t really know what you’d do without her. And though a part of you hates her at this point, you still smile when you see her again. She’s more fragile now. Even the most tempered glass can’t withstand heat too strong, even once reformed. No matter how pretty it is.

You wonder how easy it will be to break her this time.

(I HAD VIOLIN CLASS. SO I FINALLY GOT TO READ IT) LIMEEE. LIME. LIME WHEN. WHEN I GET YOU. HOLY SHIT.

AOUFHSGDHDSUSHU WHAT. OWAH. WOAHHHH.

THIS IS AMAZING??? YOU GOT HER IN ONE OH MAN. ADELEEEEE. LIME THIS IS SO GOOD. OH. I AM GOING TO BITE MY PHONE BRB/HJ WAGH I HAVE SCHOOLWORK TO DO BUT WOAH. WOAGH. HRJHDHDJ EATING THIS PUTTING THIS IN MY BRAIN CARVING IT IN THERE WOA/POS AUGHHH

may i. may i draw a small thing with some of this cuz wgagdhdjdhjdjdodjchxkdhksjs/POS!!!!!

[akindablueddy]

i’ve been working at a movie theater, and the amount of outrageously colored fizzy drinks i have consumed in the past month is obscene

[dedeuteros]

🤖- What got you into TF?

Okay okay moodstllyyy an unbearable amount of that painful brand of boredom and its availability to me BUT ALSO! Im currently working on a half personal half school project of making some sort of servo controlled robot puppet! Ive been in the planning and research stage for a week or two now, and while the actual parts and building of it (figuring out what arduino board, how much weight and torque the servo has) is more important to actually know, i still want it to look cool! So ive been soaking in robot related media, and kinda mashing designs together. Since transformers is not shy about being product heavy, it has a lotta great examples for realistically jointing my own bot in a simpler way. Didn’t expect to genuinely enjoy it so much lol

[thedndgoblinwholivesinyourwalls]

LIME. LIMEEEE WHEN I GET YOU LIME/SILLY/POS AGHHHSGDHFJ

*falls over and dies*/pos shdgdhhdheheheeh they make me UNWELL. THANK YOU SO MUCH??? I’M HOLDING THEM IN MY HANDSSS

CRANE WIVES+JOSH AND ADELE. A DEADLY DUO/POS aghshrhhdhd sobs cries dies/j dhgdhshsi/pos btw all of this is pos!!!

;;i think i have brainrot

hi lark @thedndgoblinwholivesinyourwall .... i drew them again,,,, krita kept crashing while i did so and its not my best work but Oh Well......

its. its crane wives the moon will sing again. im not okay

with no light of my own / i shine only with the light you give me

aahhahaludkjfhds yeah i dont know how to do lighting okay

and the hair colours are Off bcs theyre impossible to do i swear /dramatic

okay !!! thats all [:

(under the cut is the version w my design of joshs sweater bcs,,, i can)

okay thats enoiugh from me, im going to go write fanfiction about block people