#may delete later if anyone ever finds it

[love-songs-for-emma]

im actually amazed i cant find this;

SPN FRIENDS HII

do any of u know where i could find a gif of dean saying the iconic quote of "You know who wears sunglasses inside? Blind people. And douchebags." from s9 e5 "dog dean afternoon"

i SWEAR i had it saved years ago but i cant find it. pls help. xoxo

[pigeonpeach]

Genshin men as cats!

Prompt: the genshin men are temporarily turned into cats for one day and you as their lover must take care of them and make sure they stay safe

A/n: idk what happened but apparently half of the post got deleted? I’ll have to rewrite it later ;(

Ayato

Oh he’s not happy. He’s probably a shorthaired white cat in terms of appearance. But he is quite annoyed with this predicament. No one is allowed to tell anyone that the Yashiro Commissioner is suddenly a cat. But being a cat is nice. He can lounge and nap all day. He’s probably demanding of attention though. He simply must have your eyes on him. He adores being brushes so lovingly too. Maybe he should have you brush his hair when he’s back to normal.

Al Haitham

Virtually no change. He may still try to read though he won’t be able to turn the pages as easily. He doesn’t mind a few pats but he mostly prefers to be left alone in the nice warm sun to nap the day away. He’s definitely a grey tabby.

Kaveh

He is so distraught! He meows a storm in fustration as he finds he is completely incapable of finishing his projects! You simply must take care of him! You need to have him strapped in like a baby carrier on your chest because he’s just so clingy. He needs constant reassurance and attention. He’s so needy but so cute. Probably a cute little cream colored kitty.

Kaeya

He is also probably a bit annoyed. While yes he gets a complete day off, he can’t do much as a cat. So he’ll probably try to find some entertainment if you don’t keep him thoroughly entertained. He will find a way to sneak out and go play with Klee or annoy Diluc if you don’t keep him in your grasp at all times.

Neuvillette

He is very confused but also curious. On one hand this form is verrrry different than he’s ever had before but its also very beneficial to him. People are far less intimidated and strangely he enjoys being coddled and pet more than he would. Of course miss Furina is teasing the crap out of him but he doesn’t really care. Sitting on your lap, small and warm. Its such a unique experience he will probably never have again.

Wriothesley

Once the dust settles he’s quite relaxed. This is temporary so might as well enjoy it. Sigewinnie has become very attached to him as she constantly makes sure he’s okay. But in particular he loves being held by you. He’s used to being the big strong man who lifts you all the time etc etc. its nice actually being the reverse here. He gets fed special fish from the cafeteria and gets to spend his day in your arms! The perfect break for him! He’s almost sad it’s temporary but he knows he can’t stay like this forever.

Childe

Oh he’s mad! Even when it’s confirmed to be temporary, he is annoyed! How can he improve his fighting skills if he’s a kitty! Sure he’s a adorable little kitty of course but he looks like a baby! Oh his ego is in shatters. It’s unfortunate too because it wasn’t even around his family so he could play with his little brother at least. He’s practically quarantined to keep him safe. He can’t go on kitty adventures. Therefore YOU must make it up to him. He spends his time sulking and trying to play with anything he can. Dangling uniform piece? New toy! Someone’s foot? New toy! He bites! He meows! He hardly naps. He does love cuddling with you though. Still he’s a ball of energy and he cannot simply sit still for long! No doubt will his office be trashed. You’re making him clean it up once he’s back.

Thoma

Stressed! So stressed! He has so many chores! He cannot hold a broom with two paws! You have to make arrangements for him to have the day off which was hard because everyone was upset by his sudden cancellation. Even so he tries to help. He tries to drag the broom but it doesn’t do anything unfortunately. Oh he feels so useless. You must pamper him. Lavish him with kisses and gentle praise. Call him the cutest little kitty in the world! Oh he’s such a affectionate boy too. He acts like a cat with separation anxiety almost. He cannot sleep if you’re not there with him. Therefore you end up spending the day with him, trying to dissuade him from trying to clean a mess and just making it worse, distracting him with a warm blanket and pets.

Zhongli

He probably did so on purpose actually. Perhaps he was a bit bored and decided to spend the day exploring Liyue from a different perspective. It was quite fun for him actually. He watched as people came over to pet him. Unfortunately they also tried to feed him seafood which wasn’t too good. But after the long day he returned home to see you panicked as to where he could be. He decided to come on over to you, still in his cat form, and distract you. It worked as he helped you relax.

You werent too amused when you found out that cat that broke in was him.

Pantalone

He is quite annoyed. Angry in a more agitated way. Don’t mess up his fur! Pet him properly! Don’t ignore him now! He is a demanding little feline. He is not content unless you are entirely focused on him. He even wants you to break up the fish ro serve to him. He isn’t going to eat like a animal! Oh but he is such s cute kitty. Entirely black with big expressive yellow eyes. Oh you can’t help but comply and spoil him a little more! And he has such lovely fur! He does like hearing your gentle praises as you pet him. He never knew how lovely it felt to be small, sleeping on a nice warm lap, being gently brushed, and told sweet little compliments. He may actually want to do this again sometime.

Diluc

Biggest drama king! How can he protect you or Mondstadt like this! Therefore you cannot leave his sight or he’s convinced you will immediately die. You must stay with him so he can protect you? He is a very warm kitty though so it feels nice to snuggle with him. His fur is a bit messy so you’ll have to brush it. Despite him trying to stay vigilant he ends up falling asleep quickly.

[nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos]

BIG OL HECKIN EDIT:

I am a dum dum who forgot how to spell @sassenach-on-the-rocks amid my existential terror and dread of the deleted-draft incident mentioned below, and then did a Dum Dum no Double-Down by forgetting to update until now. This headcanon is their brainchild and they deserve all the credit for it.

You may now continue with your previously intended brainrot viewing.

I'm VERY INCREDIBLY MIFFED, MY GUYS.

I had this entire post finished and almost completely formatted and saved it as a draft to finish formatting it on my computer

And it DIDN'T SAVE. And I nearly SCREEEEEMED.

It was for an ask request and I also can't seem to tag the person that sent the ask.

I am A N G E R Y

But after several deep breaths and reminding myself that violence is not the answer, here we are.

At any rate. The ask request was for headcanons involving One Piece boyos taking reader to a Masquerade ball.

To the asker, should you still be around to see it, I really really loved this and thank you so, so much for it ❤️❤️ I really enjoyed finding masks to match their aesthetics.

Only deviation I made was Zoro; you meet him there rather than going with him. It just felt right that way for some reason.

And awaaaaaaaay we go~

The Masquerade

Sanji, Zoro, Shanks, Mihawk, Buggy x Reader

SFW Headcanons

This was really so fun and cute and I thank Asker so so much for this.

♫♬Little By Little — The Fratellis♬♫

You wear your mask, I'll wear mine, they don't come cheap but they fit just fine

You can be her and I can be him, and we can both sink while the rest all swim

Sanji

He heard about it when you made port, and there's no way he's not taking you.

He's been looking for an opportunity to take you on the perfect first date, and this is it.

Perfect opportunity for the two of you to get away from the crew for and have a little alone time.

A little dancing, a little wine, a little champagne—it's perfect.

Makes sure not to tell anyone else, if Luffy hears there's free food he'll insist on going and the whole thing will no doubt end in chaos.

He doesn't even tell you—all he tells you, after presenting you with a brand new dress and jewelry (which most likely cost him every last berry in his wallet), is that he would like to take you out for the evening.

And how could you turn him down?

"Come on, love. I promise it will be the best evening you've ever had."

The effort he's already put in, those puppy-dog eyes....

You spend the evening dancing, talking, enjoying the free food, every ounce of his attention on you the entire time as he ensures that you feel like a princess.

Making sure that everyone has their eyes on the pair of you on the dance floor, that they know you're there with him.

Somehow ending up chit-chatting with the catering staff toward the end of the night and being invited to their far less formal after-party.

Stumbling back to the Merry hours later together, half-drunk and giggling and positive that it's the best night you've ever had.

Zoro

"What the hell...?"

He got lost and wandered in.

No idea what's going on, why are all these people wearing masks and dancing?? What exactly is going on this is weird as—

Oh hey there's an open bar, cool.

You recognize him from his bounty poster fairly quickly. There are a lot of marines here, and he really isn’t causing any problems, but he's getting a lot of strange looks...so you decide to do the guy a favor and shove a mask in his hands.

He looks at you like you're speaking another language as you explain where he is and convince him to just put on the damned mask already.

"A ball? I thought this was some kind of weird cult or something."

You just stare at him in disbelief—he thought it was a cult and he's just standing around enjoying the free drinks. 

What.

You brush it off and tell him if he wants to fit in, then dancing is probably a good idea.

He's frowning at you again.

"Yeah, I don't really...do that."

You roll your eyes—there are still people eyeing him suspiciously, you have to do something, so when he finishes his next drink you just grab him by the wrist and drag him out to the dance floor.

Cue impromptu ballroom dancing lessons. He keeps stepping on your feet and mumbling apologies, but it's kind of cute how hard he's trying.

You really can't help but giggle at his explanation that he just got lost and wandered in here.

But you're glad he did—you doubt you would have had nearly as much fun otherwise.

Shanks

Heard about the whole shin-dig while in port.

"Hey that sounds like fun, we should crash it."

You try to be stern, but he pulls out the puppy dog eyes.

"Oh come on please?"

God dammit....

And maybe an hour later you're both making masks.

There's glitter and glue and feathers all over the captain's cabin and you're already dreading cleaning it up.

His has a giant gaudy pirate hat. Because of course it has a giant gaudy pirate hat. He's so proud of it, grinning like a little kid in an arts and crafts class when he holds it up to show you, that you can't even bring yourself to admonish him for it.

And of course the whole thing is invitation-only, and of course he manages to sweet-talk his way in anyway.

Just having such a good time, really doesn't care if anyone recognizes him.

Really doesn't care, just drinking and making small talk and joking with several lower-ranking Marines in attendance who are clearly very nervous.

Within an hour, while you're in the middle of dancing and deciding that maybe this wasn't *such* a bad idea, an announcement is made for everyone to leave immediately.

Judging by the sheer number of Marines outside there's no doubt as to why.

He just gives you a guilty grin before picking you up over his shoulder and bolting back to the ship.

Mihawk

Actually received an invitation, just rolled his eyes and tossed it in the trash.

You dig it out and pout about it until he rolls his eyes and gives in.

"Fine. No more than an hour."

At lease there will be free wine.

Unsurprisingly spends a great deal of time standing in a corner and sipping said wine while staring around haughtily at the other partygoers.

Would much rather be drinking wine back in his secluded castle and not having to deal with other humans.

Spends the vast majority of the evening standing in a corner and nursing a glass of wine while glaring around haughtily at the other guests, daring them to even think of attempting to make small-talk with him.

Doesn't move from his designated corner until he sees other guests daring to flirt with you, at which point he promptly saunters over to pull you to the dance floor and ensure everyone is well aware that you're there with him.

Lightens up a little after that (which may or may not have something to do with the several glasses of wine he's already consumed), but absolutely will not admit that it actually turned out to be a rather nice evening.

He will, however, hold this over your head and remind you that you owe him.

But you know the truth, considering he's a little more willing to attend such events with you after this.

Buggy

Oh what now? An excuse to be absolutely flamboyant and unhinged in public?

You're going. Period. There will no arguments.

He's already got a collection of masks and costumes anyway, this is going to be a blast.

You lose track of him shortly after you get there. You're pretty sure that the explosion that went off toward the back corner of the dance floor had something to do with him.

He finds you while you're sipping a glass of champagne in downright annoyance and proudly informs you that he's made bank going through pockets at the coat check while everyone was distracted by his little diversion.

"Ah, don't worry, babe, they won't notice. They're too busy schmoozing and kissing ass."

Standing around making small-talk with other guests in the most ridiculous put-on aristocratic accent he can possibly muster, introducing you variably as some foreign dignitary or princess from a far off land.

Literally can't take this idiot anywhere.

[buckymorelikefuckme]

most ardently

lloyd hansen x fem reader

words: 1.1k

warnings & tags: probably inaccurate regency era, pride & prejudice (2005) inspired, i've made lloyd quite soft in this i'm so sorry, enemies to (implied??) lovers, some natasha/sam crumbs even though they're in a totally different franchise/universe pls let me have this, idk idk idk idk it's just!!! this!! also my bad @ mr. collins

a/n: p sure i mentioned being on a jane austen kick lately so this is definitely the result of that. literally wrote this just now so it's absolutely unbeta'd or proofread and i honestly don't know if it even makes sense. might delete it later, we shall see. anyway! feedback is highly encouraged and greatly appreciated. xo

“May I have the next dance?”

Your joyful laughter, shared with your dearest friend, Natasha, abruptly cuts off at the sound of his voice. You blink a few times, as if that will help make sense of the scene before you. The chatter of the ball fades away for the briefest moment.

Mr. Hansen stands stiffly, his spine straight as an arrow, chin held high. His expression holds his ever present disdain and aloofness, but his eyes… For the first time, you're sure you see a hint of uncertainty. It looks rather misplaced on him, especially since he's quite vocal of his own assuredness in practically everything, and yet, there it rests.

“You may,” you hear yourself respond after a pause.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Natasha’s head turn to you in a snap, no doubt mirroring your internal shock at your reply, but your gaze remains held by the man before you. Mr. Hansen’s shoulders loosen imperceptibly and he nods, giving you a quick bow and waiting for your polite curtsy. He lingers, looking as if he wants to say more before he seems to think better of it and finally leaves.

As soon as she deems it alright, Natasha is dragging you behind her hastily, leading you to a more quiet corner in a different room, whirling around to face you with her eyebrows almost reaching her hairline.

“What have I done?” you whisper in a panic.

She raises one of her hands to cover her amused grin. A stifled giggle from her makes you let out a hysterical one of your own, and then the dam breaks. You're back to laughing together, though for an entirely different reason this time.

“Perhaps you will enjoy your time with him,” she suggests playfully.

You groan in protest through your smile. “But I don't want to enjoy my time with him.” With a dramatic sigh, you continue, “Though, I suppose it's better than allowing his misery to affect my mood.”

Natasha rolls her eyes. “I dare say he will not be the miserable one during that dance. He could surprise you, you know,” she counters, her expression pointed yet kind.

“Somehow I sincerely doubt that,” you reply haughtily, which has her giving you another pointed look that has you laughing. “Come,” you say, “let us find a better hiding spot. I want to keep out of Mr. Collins�� sight so I will not have to dance with him again.”

“That is fair,” Natasha concedes with a grin. “Hopefully we’ll find space near Mr. Wilson and he’ll finally ask me to dance.”

You do not have the heart to tell her that her confidence intimidates him, but you do still silently hope that he will ask anyway.

***

To her delight, Mr. Wilson does ask her to dance, just in time to line up with all the other couples before the music starts. You are among them with your sour-faced partner, Mr. Hansen. There are more than a few envious glares sent your way, though you cannot understand why.

Sure, Mr. Hansen is objectively a handsome man, and he's far richer than anyone else at this ball, but he's also blunt and rude and prideful. He leaves much to be desired with every unwanted conversation you have with him. It's as if he enjoys ruffling your feathers on purpose. Very unbecoming of a gentleman, in your opinion.

“Are you having a pleasant time this evening?” Mr. Hansen asks a minute into your dance, sudden and awkward.

“Quite,” you reply, attempting to maintain civility, but hoping to dissuade conversation.

Mr. Hansen’s brows furrow slightly at your curt response. “I’m glad the merriment is to your liking.”

“I should not think my opinion on the matter makes any difference for you,” you say, eyeing him curiously.

He clenches his jaw, looking away. “Right. Of course.”

The rest of the dance is spent in tense silence. No sooner than the music ends, you are curtsying and attempting to slip past him without having to speak another word. However, one of Mr. Hansen’s many admirers decides to take revenge on you for stealing a dance from him by purposely sticking out her foot to trip you. A gasp escapes you as you lose your balance, yet before you can embarrass yourself completely by falling to the floor, two strong hands catch you by the waist, spinning you around in their stronghold.

Your shocked gaze meets Mr. Hansen’s, his arm warm where it's wrapped around you, as is his other hand on your shoulder as he stabilizes you. His eyes, this time, are full of true concern, of worry. They trace every inch of your face, his so close to yours that you can feel the puffs of his breath across your chin.

“Are you hurt?” he inquires softly.

There's an odd, swirling feeling in your stomach, heat rushing up your neck to your cheeks at his proximity and the unusually gentle way he's handling you.

“I… I’m fine,” you stammer.

He cuts his eyes to whomever stands behind you, his face falling into a familiar and severe scowl. “I believe you owe her an apology for your childish actions.”

You finally manage to pull your stare from him to the accused person. The woman is flushed with shame at having been called out, stuttering through her, no doubt, half-hearted and insincere apology, her eyes flitting to the people watching the scene unfold.

“All is forgiven,” you rush, cutting her off. “Thank you.”

She shifts from foot to foot, pursing her lips unhappily, then finally curtsies and hurries off. Her absence draws your attention back to Mr. Hansen, who is still holding you securely and glaring at everyone else and their prying eyes, shifting them away from the two of you.

“Mr. Hansen,” you start, his head whipping back to you and his grip tightening. You exhale shakily. “I am grateful for your help, but I am sure I can stand on my own now.”

You see the exact second he realizes, his hold relaxing slowly, fingers peeling themselves off of your body as he takes a step back. For whatever reason, you feel wobbly on your feet at the loss of him. Mr. Hansen swallows as he rights his coat, bowing jerkily and turning on his heel to walk away. You watch his hand flex at his side, feeling the phantom touch of it on your shoulder.

Natasha enters your view, Mr. Wilson in tow. Her expression is full of questions, but you find yourself at a loss for any answers, your stomach and heart fluttering in what you can only assume is nerves at the near mishap.

That has to be why, surely.

…Right?

[fuckyeahmhawkefenris]

I don't know if it needs to be mentioned, but tumblr activity has been so passive these past few years, i want to do something

tumblr updates were hardly ever met with approval, and a while ago it occured to me that it's gotten stupidly difficult to get to the origins of reblogged posts you see on your dash. Not exactly difficult, but unnecessarily complicated?

It used to be you could click on reblogged from, and it took you where you wanted it to. Now it simply leads you to the front page of the blog where the post in question came from.

Reblogging posts used to have more impact, it really helped people find more interesting things. But now it's like... nobody wants to find anything, (or maybe they'd forgotten how to look?) they just take whetever shows on their dashboard? I'm not trying to attack anyone, and hope nobody takes offense to this, only want to remind you that there's a tonne of interesting stuff that lies out there. It's not even hidden! Go and grab it! You can find things for yourself without waiting for me to put it on your dash.

Say, hrhase's dragon Hawke comic series? I know it's well loved by the fandom, those posts have thousands of notes, and I know you all get happy when it's reblogged here, but that's where it always ends? Nobody ever cares to look for more?

Few people wish to explore the tag list, I understand that it's pretty long, may be overhelming and you may not know where to even start?

You could start with something simple. Did you like that dragon Hawke comic? Go to the original post on THIS blog (not the OP's)

This will take you to fuckyeahmhawkefenris blog page - one of its latest posts.

There you'll need to find where that latest post was reblogged from (surprise, it's the same old fuckyeahmhawkefenris!) BUT that post has all the relevant tags that COULD be relavant to your interests!

You see hrhase's tag and it will let you find the continuation of this dragonHawke's story, and more of their art (seriously, check it out, it's so soft and beautiful!). You'll see more things about dragon Hawke - the tag is DragonTheme. Long haired Fenris too!

We just have so many fantastic things, but they lay forgotten in the back of this blog.

And it works for every other post here. Lately I've been tagging everything as delete later, and it will be deleted eventually, but until then you CAN use them to find things similar to what you keep liking that you'll enjoy as well.

I hope it will at least be helpful to the new people in the fandom. I really do. Please remember that the tags are here for a reason, and not just for hushed whispers.

[onceuponastory]

the day i lost you - bucky barnes x reader

Still remember how you taste Somewhere in the bitter and the sweet dream Do you think of me standing in a summer haze? When we were gonna be okay? - january rain by PVRIS

Plot: In the aftermath of The Blip and her boyfriend Bucky turning to dust, Y/N finds a voicemail from him... sent the day she lost him. Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader Warnings: Mentions of death, or at least Bucky is presumed dead (obviously we know Bucky isn't dead but we all thought he was after Infinity War, let's be honest) and grief. And of course, some angst. But as always, if I miss any triggers, please let me know. Notes: This is for @whumptober Day 24. I used the prompt: "Goodbye Note". I also combined it with the @angstober "The Day I Lost You" prompt. I was once again sad and listening to PVRIS as I wrote this, so now you can be too :)

Not beta'd, so any mistakes are my own.

Stepping over the threshold into her apartment, Y/N drops her bags to the floor with a tired groan. The rain still pounds down outside, the sound echoing through the building. As a personal assistant to Tony Stark himself, Y/N’s working life is extremely busy. And since The Blip, she’s busier than ever, constantly being pulled into meetings with little time for herself. For the past few weeks, she’s been away at a conference with the surviving Avengers, working on a solution to The Blip. This is the first time she’s had to breathe in about a year. And that also means it’s the first time she’s been home since it all happened, since her boyfriend and some of her best friends turned to dust.

And she’s never felt so alone.

Of course, Y/N knows that dating an Avenger, let alone the Winter Soldier himself, comes with its own risk. Especially the risk he may never come home. But although it’s always been at the back of her mind, seeping into her every thought whilst he’s away on a mission… Bucky came back safe so many times that the worry dissipated. Foolishly, she believed he was indestructible, and that he’d always come home to her.

Until he didn’t.

Tears spring at her eyes then, and she furiously tries to wipe them away. She’s done enough grieving over the last year. Enough hoping that he’s coming back, only to end up disappointed. There’s only so much pain you can take before you can’t go on anymore. And Y/N crossed that line a long time ago.

The red light on her answering machine blinks back at her, and she sighs, rubbing her temples and closing her eyes, hoping that when she opens them, the light will be gone. But no matter how hard she tries, it’s still there, and she groans. The last thing she wants to hear right now is more “I’m sorry to hear about Bucky” and “We understand how much it hurts, but he’s in our thoughts.” Nobody will ever understand how much it hurts. Even the other Avengers. 

Because Bucky isn’t just in her thoughts. He’s everywhere. He still occupies the empty space in her bed, his laughter still fills the halls, his singing echoing from the shower. He’s the whisper in the wind, the faint scent of his cologne whenever she enters a room, and that still clings to her clothing like a safety blanket. He’s the shiver up her spine, the faint feeling of a hand holding hers, an arm wrapped around her waist.

It’s like he never even left.

Y/N presses the button, bracing herself for the onslaught of messages to come. “Hey sweetheart. It’s me-” As soon as she hears her mother’s voice, Y/N deletes the message. She’ll deal with her and her incessant questions later. She means well, of course, they all do. But the last thing she wants is to be pestered, reminded of her pain over and over again. They may mean well, but there’s nothing they can do. There’s nothing anyone can do. The other message is boring, a message about her car’s extended warranty that gets deleted almost immediately.

But when she hears the voice in the next message, she collapses to her knees. “Hey doll.” Bucky speaks. It's the first time she’s heard his voice - actually heard it - since he left. As soon as she hears him speak, she can see the smile on his face, and hear the laughter in his tone. Her presence always brought a smile to Bucky's face, even on his worst days. Because he loves her. …Loved her.

Hearing Bucky’s voice again, so soon after losing him, causes all her pent-up emotions to erupt, a year's worth of pain spilling over. As the first of her sobs break through, Bucky’s voice continues. “Just checking in to see how you are and keep you updated. Steve and the others are here…”

“Why didn’t I answer the call? I could’ve stopped them!”

“... and we have a game plan now to stop this asshole. Before you know it, I’ll be back home in New York with you, my favourite girl.” Her chest heaves, and she sobs even harder. “I miss you so much, though. The guys keep pestering me about it, but I don’t care. I love you, Y/N, and I want the entire world to know.” That sends her over the edge. A painful, anguished wail rips through her, the sound filling the room. Y/N’s full body shakes, and she clutches at her chest. “I hope you’re doing well and staying out of trouble.” Bucky chuckles. “Keep me updated. But I’ll see you soon enough, anyway.” 

“Why didn’t I answer? Why didn’t I answer?!”

“I better go, Steve’s shouting at me. Think the mission is about to start.” 

Y/N sits up, trying to grab the phone to dial Bucky’s number and tell him she’s still here, that she still loves him. Hoping that he’s there on the other side, waiting for her.

“Bye doll. See you soon. Love you always.” And then, the line goes dead, the dull beeping noise going right through her. Picking up the phone, she dials Bucky’s number, holding it to her ear as her heart pounds.

“Please… please…” she begs. "Just answer me Bucky... please."

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

“Hey! This is Bucky. I can’t talk right now, and I don’t really know how these things work.” He chuckles, the sound forming a small glimpse of warmth in her belly, and Y/N even laughs softly too. She was there when he recorded that message, her best efforts to teach him the wonders modern technology still not sinking in. Not that it matters now, though. None of it does. She just wants him back. “So I guess if you leave a message, I’ll call you back?”

And he always called her back. Even if it was a day, a week or even a month late. Bucky always called her back. But he won’t call back. Not this time. 

She tries to speak, to say something, anything, to Bucky's voicemail. If there's even a chance he could hear it, she wants him to know how much she loves him, and how much she misses him. Yet she can't say anything through her tears.

When the call disconnects, Y/N sinks to her knees, huddling into a ball as the sobs rack through her entire body. 

She’s alone again. 

And she always will be.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

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[daughter-of-sapph0]

what do you gain from sending cruel anons? satisfaction? approval from others? does someone pay you to do it? I never understood why you freaks do that bullshit. it's useless anyway.

I'm not publishing your anonymous ask. no one deserves to look at that slop.

it doesn't even hurt me. nothing you say to me can be worse than the pain I've already felt. your words mean nothing to me. you can tell me to kill myself all you want. you'll never be louder than the voice in my head who almost convinced me to do it.

I've already reached my lowest point in my life. I've gotten better. I love myself too much to let you take that away from me.

you, on the other hand, are sitting alone in your room and copypasting the same generic message to random trans people you see online, because your life has literally no value, because you will never do anything of note, because you're unworthy of any sort of affection from others, and you will die alone, unhappy, unfulfilled, unaccomplished, and your last dying wish as you sit on your death bed surrounded by no one is that you could have spent more time being a cruel heartless bigoted irredeemable cunt to people online.

meanwhile I'll be living my best life. I'll forget about your entire existence later this afternoon. I'll continue to spend time with the people I love, and help spread positivity to people who need it. I will outlast you. I'll live my life to the fullest while you rot in your isolation. I will outlive you. my legacy will continue after I'm gone while people will try and pretend that your ilk never existed. I will outlove you. I will be a reminder that your negativity and hatred is but a momentary stain on existence that will be washed away by unconditional love and support.

I'm no longer speaking to that anonymous asker. instead I address this to my followers, as well as anyone else who may see this post: do not answer anon hate ever. it's not worth it. those people do not care about your response, and only receive gratification from seeing you suffer.

I know a lot of you weren't online in ye olden days. but back then, we had rules for the internet. and one of them is to never feed the trolls. feeding the trolls mean they win. somewhere along the line some of them managed to convince people that blocking the trolls means they win. that's not true. blocking means you win because you'll never have to see their disgusting horrendous comments again. the block button is your best friend. use it.

if you get anon hate, delete it. block the sender (which I'm pretty sure now ip blocks whoever sent the ask), and if it continues, turn of anons, or even turn off asks in general. do not let them hurt you. do not engage. do not respond. do not answer them. they aren't looking for a debate. and you won't change their mind. answering their ask just exposes their slop to all your followers. and none of them want to see that shit.

remember that for every hateful anon message you get, there are 100 people who love you unconditionally and care about you. do not let the loud hateful minority win.

maybe what I'm doing counts as feeding the troll. I'm not directly answering their ask, but I'm still getting involved. but fuck it. I'm turning their hate into positivity. I'm using this as a moment to spread awareness to others.

if you're a person on the internet who's received hateful messages, especially if you're trans, I promise you that you're not alone. ignore them. find people who care about you and love you. I promise that the small annoying obnoxious voice does not represent the opinions of society as a whole. I promise that nothing they say is true. I promise that you are loved. unconditionally. forever. simply because you are you.

[livelaughwhump]

Worthless - Part 23

Masterlist | Previous

Content: former pet whumpee, self-deprecation, self-hatred, strong language

If I missed any content warnings, please let me know!

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“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Lyra answered.

Karine wasn’t convinced. “I thought we all agreed to delete the pictures and block Christian’s number. In fact, that was your idea. So, why didn’t you do it?”

Lyra glanced at the door leading to the kitchen and lowered her voice so only Karine could hear. “I don’t think you want the answer to that, Kar, but I’ll tell you if you promise not to blow up at me.”

Karine crossed her arms and quirked a brow. “I can’t make any promises.”

Lyra glanced at the door again, as though they expected someone to be listening on the other side. Their voice was barely a whisper when they said, “Remember that solo mission I took a couple weeks ago?” Karine nodded. Lyra took a deep breath. “Well, that was a mission to look for Christian.”

“A mission orchestrated by who?” Karine interrupted.

Lyra rolled her eyes. “Would you let me finish?” Karine ground her jaw, but she stayed quiet as the caretaker continued. “Since before we found Elliot, I’ve been working with Gary Newbar to try and track Christian down.” Karine’s eyes widened and her lips parted as though she wanted to say something, but Lyra spoke again before she had the chance. “Before you say anything, I want you to think about this. It took us sixteen months to find Elliot on our own and I don’t want to risk Christian coming back for him and taking him away somewhere where we’ll never see him again. We can’t take care of Elliot and look for Christian on our own. That’s why I’m working with Gary.”

Karine’s face was beet-red, and her eyes were wide as saucers. “May I speak now?” she asked, her voice terrifyingly calm. Lyra nodded. Karine took a deep breath to steady herself. “Now, I’m hoping that you didn’t just admit what I think you did but let me clarify anyway. Are we talking about the same Gary Newbar that formed this team?” Lyra nodded. “The same one we worked for for two years? The same one that royally fucked us over and tried to split us up?”

“That’s the one.”

Karine delivered a swift smack to Lyra’s left shoulder. Her voice dropped to a whisper as she said, “What the fuck is wrong with you, Lyra? That man can’t be trusted!”

“You think I don’t remember what he did? I’m well aware, but unlike you, I’m not willing to risk Elliot’s safety over your petty grudge. Gary has resources and connections, and if working with him is what it takes to keep my brother safe, then so be it.”

Karine shook her head. “We’ll discuss that more later, but that still doesn’t answer my question. Why did you keep the pictures?”

“Because after the mission, Gary told me to notify him if Christian ever tried to contact us. I needed to keep the pictures as proof,” Lyra admitted.

“And you didn’t think this was something you should share with the rest of us?”

“I knew you wouldn’t like it,” Lyra said. “That’s why I didn’t tell you. I don’t care what it takes or who I have to owe a favor to, I am not going to let that monster take Elliot again.” Karine was silent for a beat. When she didn’t say anything, Lyra continued, “You can be mad at me all you want, Kar, but I don’t regret it. I will do anything to keep Elliot safe.”

Karine sighed. “I know. I don’t blame you. We all see Elliot as our brother. I just wish you had told me.”

“What would you have done if I had? Tried to stop me?”

“I don’t know what I would’ve done,” Karine admitted. “I just feel like we all need to be more honest with each other. For Elliot’s sake.” Lyra nodded in agreement as Karine took a deep breath. Her shoulders heaved as she released it. “In that case, there’s something that I have to tell you.” Lyra raised an eyebrow. “I only found out earlier today, and things have been emotional since we got back, so don’t blame me for not telling anyone immediately?”

Lyra was skeptical. “What is it?”

Karine sighed. “I know where Christian is.”

. . .

Elliot stared into the contents of his mug as his tea began to steep. He shoved his hands into his lap to quell their shaking. Everything was out in the open now. There were no more secrets about what he’d gone through. Not only did his teammates know what had been done to him, they’d seen almost everything. He’d tried to put on a brave face when he scrolled through those pictures, but inside, he felt a mixture of shame, disgust, and unadulterated hatred for himself.

Colleen, seeming to notice his growing unease, slowly lowered herself into the chair directly beside him. “How are you feeling, hun?”

Elliot looked up at her. After all the chaos that had taken place over the last eight hours, he’d nearly forgotten she was there. It took him a moment to register that she’d asked him a question. His mind was still reeling from the intense emotions that had been forced to the surface. “O-Oh,” he finally said. “I-I don’t know. S-Sorry, Miss Colleen.”

“Don’t be sorry, hun. Things have been stressful. I’m sorry for dropping in unexpectedly and messing up everyone’s dynamic. I understand now that what happened to you is very serious and I shouldn’t have ignored Landon’s warnings. I’m really sorry, sweetie.”

Elliot shook his head. “It-It’s not your fault. You-You didn’t kn-know.”

Colleen smiled gently at him. “Why don’t you and I go out and do something tomorrow? I feel like we should get to know each other a little bit more.”

Elliot’s blood chilled. “Like-Like what?”

Noticing his unease and the way his demeanor changed, Colleen softened her expression and leaned away from him a bit. “Like going to the mall or maybe the library. Or even just going on a walk. It’s up to you. We also don’t have to do anything if you don’t feel comfortable. I know we only just met.”

Elliot shook his head. “It-It’s not that. I-I just…I haven’t really l-left the safehouse since-since I was rescued. Well, un-until today.” His face flushed a shameful shade of red.

“It doesn’t have to be just the two of us,” Colleen said. “We could bring someone you feel safe with or someone you know will protect you. I want to get to know the whole team.”

Elliot shrugged, refusing to lift his gaze from his mug. “I-I don’t know, M-Miss Colleen.”

“That’s okay. I won’t force you to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

There was a look of genuine shock on Elliot’s face upon hearing that, which made Colleen’s heart ache.

“Th-Thank you, Miss Colleen,” Elliot finally said. “I-I’ll think about it.”

Colleen nodded. “Don’t worry about it if you don’t want to. I understand and I promise I won’t get mad.”

“You won’t?” he asked.

Colleen shook her head. “I promise. I’m not an angry person. Trust me, Landon inherited all of the anger in our family.” She laughed and a tiny smile appeared briefly on Elliot’s face before it disappeared again. As Elliot opened his mouth to respond, Karine and Lyra entered the kitchen, each looking slightly rattled, but they both forced smiles to their faces when they saw Elliot.

“Feeling any better, bud?” Karine asked.

Elliot didn’t know how to answer. In truth, he was anxious about what they were talking about and why Karine seemed mad at Lyra initially. Now, they looked about as anxious as he felt.

“I-I’m fine,” he answered. “Wh-What were you t-talking about?”

Karine and Lyra shared a quick glance before Lyra smiled and said, “Nothing you need to worry about, El.” She kissed the top of his head and went to make herself some tea.

Stupid dog. If they wanted you to know what they were talking about, they would’ve let you stay to hear it. Don’t tell me you’re forgetting your place already

Elliot took a sip of his tea to hide the growing redness that spread over his cheeks. “Miss-Miss Colleen?” he said as he set down his mug. “I-I think I w-would like to-to go out with you to-tomorrow.”

A large, sincere grin spread across Colleen’s face. “Really? Oh, yay, this will be fun. Any idea where you want to go?”

Elliot shook his head. “I-I think I just-just need to-to get out of the house.”

“How about the mall?” Colleen suggested. “I noticed your room was pretty empty. We could go shopping for some decorations or new clothes maybe. Up to you.”

Elliot nodded, grateful that she was willing to give him a change of scenery. “That-That sounds good.”

“Okay, then. It’s a date!” Colleen exclaimed, her wide smile never leaving her face.

Elliot couldn’t deny the excitement building in his chest at the thought of getting to spend some time alone with Colleen. The woman was a nice change of pace from the people constantly worrying over him. Though she did seem to pity him, she didn’t treat him like he was completely incapable of doing anything on his own. It was refreshing.

Elliot took another sip of tea, unable to fight the small smile tugging at his lips.

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Sorry this took so long to come out. I've been struggling to find motivation to write, but I hope you enjoyed it!

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[lllivia]

Unexpected turn of events

Wednesday Addams x fem!reader

Could be read as gn!reader

☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°★.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆

☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°★.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆

"Pleaseee"

"no."

"Pretty pleasee"

"no."

"Pretty please with a cherry on top"

"fine."

Wednesday scowled finally letting you win the argument of you bothering her to be able to sleep in her bed with her after you had been begging her for nearly twenty minutes.

"as long as you don't come anywhere near me. I know how needy you can be."

She said looking up from your homework she had (tried) helping you with. You were grinning at her, it may be the biggest smile she had ever seen coming from you. Annoyed Wednesday couldn't help to find you adorable, the way your dimples stood so much out for anyone to see, and how your eyes glittered with different colors from the big window on the other side of the dorm.

Later that night after getting your pj's from your room you were falling asleep. Your eye lashes fluttering trying to stay awake, while Wednesday was still sitting at her dark desk, writing in her beloved novel.

"Are you done yet Wen?

"yes soon, just sleep cara mia. I'll be there when you wake up"

"Ok good night Wednesday"

"Sleep well lovely"

Feeling reassured you finally drifted off to sleep, dreaming about your beautiful future wife.

You woke up the next morning sweating profusely, a warm heavy feeling on top of you. Opening your eyes you were met with Wednesday's slightly drooling face using your chest as a pillow. Snoring lightly her arms were wrapped tightly around your body like you were to disappear if she ever let go. You smiled brightly down at her, looking forward to tease her about it when she woke up. Sneakily you moved your arm from under hers to reach for your phone, and immediately going to the photo app. After snapping maybe thirty pictures or so of you making faces to the camera with your girlfriend sleeping soundly on top of you, you saw her pale arm flash out at the speed of light. Grabbing your phone and pulling it from your grasp, you jumping slightly looking to see Wednesday already glaring at you.

"if you don't delete those pictures right this second I will skin you alive and feed you to every unsuspecting student in this goddamned school."

💗 Masterlist 💗

[my-hobby-is-finding-the-source]

what's your white whale you mentioned?

Concerning a previous remark.

In November of 2018, the Vocaloid and UTAU producer KIRA released the UTAU voicebanks Akarui Kouki and Akarui Hikari, created and voiced by him.

Each voicebank features a mascot character of the same name, with concept art provided by seica.

In the following days, as is the usual for such a momentous occasion, KIRA would receive several messages and comments on Twitter, to congratulate him on the release, including edits as well as drawings of these characters.

I crossed paths with one such message—a drawing of Akarui Hikari, with a peace sing on each hand, head tilted to the side, and with her tongue sticking out a bit, captioned "Queen for the gays", if memory serves.

I though "Oh, cute", gave it a like, and went on my way. I would never see the full drawing again.

Some time later—not sure when I started—I remembered the image and figured I ought to see it again. To my dismay, I could not find the tweet anywhere.

"Surely, it must still be somewhere!" — I thought, naively, as I typed the caption I remembered on Google.

No results.

"Okay, maybe it will show up on Twitter..." — It didn't.

"Just drop her name on Images, something gotta show up!" — Many things did, but not what I looked for.

"Did anyone upload it to a booru?" — No.

"Okay. Okay. There's no need to be lazy, I'll just read every single tweet by and to KIRA since the release date. It has to be there!" — It wasn't. But the effort was not wasted.

I was able to find many replies by KIRA to tweets that have since been deleted, or that belong to missing or suspended accounts, which may explain the disappearance. Unfortunately, not a single one of those replies appears to have been archived.

But. But! In an unrelated reply, I found an old screenshot of a tweet KIRA. In that screenshot, as the portrait of the accomplice, three parties that inadvertently conspired to my torment, in that frozen moment in time, there she was.

To this date, this highly compressed circle-cropped 135x135 ordinary collection of pixels has stood as the single proof of my sanity, the simplest marker of my ineptitude, and the sterling token of my regret.

At this point I'm not sure that I'll ever find it, that it can even be found.

Should I even want to find it?

To finally get to it and lose this strongest reminder of the transience of all things, that you should hang tight to all that you hold dear.

It is said that you are responsible, forever, for what you have tamed, but what about that which tames you?

Maybe if I just asked KIRA if he still has it and remembers who made it, but what then?

To hear a "Yes" and crystalize my incompetence for all eternity, or to hear a "No" and lose even this last speck of hope.

It's just another drawing. It's the most important image in my life.

[hitmewithsomebooks]

jegulus • 660 words • modern au

~

James had fucked up.

Somehow, he’d scheduled two dates for the same night. (‘Somehow’ being thanks to an ADHD riddled mind that was terrible at organization). Thankfully, they were a few hours apart, so he figured he had just enough time to finish one date and get to the other. James figured it was only fair to give both dates a shot, seeing as he’d clicked with both of them.

The first date was at 6pm with a man named Regulus. They had met on a dating app, and he’d become immediately smitten with the man’s charming, if a little mean, texts. (Some of James’s friends had accused him of being a masochist… he didn’t see it.) He’d also drooled a bit when he saw the man’s profile picture, so that certainly helped.

His second date was at 9pm, with a woman he’d met on another dating app (what do you want from him? He was lonely). Her name was Rebecca. She was fun to talk to, and enjoyed a lot of the same things as James. She was also gorgeous, her profile displaying many pictures of her in form-fitting, rather complimenting clothing. She genuinely looked like a model, and James may have been a little flattered that she’d been interested in him.

So, James put on a silky black shirt (that was very flattering on him), his nicest pants, and his new air forces (be wasn’t going to wear dress shoes), prepared for his double-booked night. He added a couple sprays of his favorite cologne for good measure, and ran a light cream through his hair to keep down the frizz, but still show off his natural curls.

He took his time getting to the restaurant, having left a half hour earlier when the place was only just over a fifteen-minute walk from his flat. When he arrived, he was exactly 14 minutes early, and he got them a table right by the window. It was tucked away from other tables, but in line with the door so Regulus could see him when he came in.

Not a minute later, Regulus showed up, scanning the room before spotting James. James gave a little wave, and he could see Regulus politely let the hostess know he had a table, before making his way over to James.

And fuck, he was even prettier in person.

Really, photos didn’t do him justice. Inky black curls framed his angular face perfectly, where pretty, pouty lips stretched into a warm smile. His eyes were stunning, a grey that looked to be harvested from the hazy evening sky. He wore a crisp, dark green suit, with shiny black loafers, making James wish he’d dressed a little nicer. Though, based on how Regulus’s eyes not-so-subtly raked over his figure, he didn’t seem to be complaining.

The moment Regulus sat down, there was a spark. James had always hopelessly sought after the romance of ‘love at first sight,’ but had never quite found it. This, though, if this wasn’t it, he didn’t know what was.

They began with polite, getting-to-know-you conversation, which smoothly delved into deeper, more heartfelt anecdotes, until, by the time that they finished eating, James felt that this man knew him better than almost anyone.

Unsurprisingly, James didn’t make it to his second date. He didn’t even think about her, actually. Instead, he and Regulus talked, and talked, and talked, until the restaurant was closing. Then, to his delight, Regulus invited him back to his flat, where they talked some more. The next night, James took him out on another fate, where they spilled their hearts some more, and afterwards had the best sex James had ever experienced.

Days later, when James finally remembered the second date he hadn’t attended, he went to apologize only to find the account reported and deleted. Apparently, the woman was a catfish.

Maybe some things really are meant to be.

[something-tofightfor]

A PSA:

This wasn’t a post that I ever thought I’d make on here, but it’s something that I’m choosing to do because I want to be transparent about it - and about myself. 

It was brought to my attention that there are people that used the information they knew about me gained through a private space to seek out my twitter account. They then used the discovery of my twitter to search for a slew of very specific words and phrases in order to drag up things that I may or may not have said throughout the years in order to use what they found against me and to paint me as a variety of things that I am not. Unfortunately, there were tweets that they did find. I’m not proud of the way I spoke and behaved online in my early 20’s. I said hurtful things, and portrayed myself - via these words - as something that I am completely ashamed of now. Of course, looking back, it’s easy to say “I definitely shouldn’t have said these things” - but that’s the truth. I shouldn’t have, and I regret that these things exist under my name, even if only via screenshot in present day.

I’m including some of the examples beneath the cut, because I don’t want to trigger anyone without their consent. But in the spirit of being open about the things I said in the past, I think it’s important to admit to them as an example of the way people can and do change their behaviors over time - and in recognition that these tweets do not reflect me as a person - or my feelings and opinions - any longer. (TW: the following images contain text that includes instances of racism and homophobia).

These tweets as well as others in the same vein I have been able to find have been deleted from my profile - which should have been done sooner - because they are horrifying to me as I look back on them. In reality, they never should have been tweeted in the first place. Many of them, I don’t remember tweeting, but that doesn’t excuse my past behavior - or negate the fact that they were up in the first place. These are not a reflection of me, today, as a person, and if I met younger Rachael, I would call her out on her shit immediately.

But as you can see, the dates show you that the majority are from well over decade ago - and in the time since, I’ve reevaluated a ton of things including the way that I speak, the things that I say, and the phrasing that I choose to use. Using terms like “gay” or “lesbian” in the manner that I used to is unacceptable. Bringing up race or ethnicity as a generalization for a group is also unacceptable. I have no ill will toward people based on their sexual orientation, race, gender etc.

I will also say that - because it is public information - I am a registered Republican voter (as I was encouraged to sign up that way when I turned 18) and have voted for occasional Republican candidates in recent local elections, but have not voted for a Republican presidential candidate since Mitt Romney in 2012. Many of my family members are Republicans as well, and before I really had a chance to be out on my own after college, I unfortnately echoed a lot of their sentiments about R vs D when it came to politics in my late teens and early 20's. I had a lot of issues with Obama's presidency, but NONE of them were based on his skin color. That tweet above absolutely fills me with shame even 13 years later, and I can't put into words how uncomfortable it makes me to know that at some point, I actually typed those words out and then POSTED them, because present-day me cannot reconcile with feeling that way and expressing that type of sentiment.

There is certain context, also, to the 'thanks for not being gay' tweets that wasn't shared - and while it doesn't excuse them, the phrase was used between the friend whose name is blocked and I due to the exact thing being said to HER by a coworker, and both of us thinking it was an absurd thing to thank someone for. And Spangler Park was a running joke in the city that I used to live in, due to the fact that the weekly police blotter was filled with reports of gay men using it as a meeting place for public sexual acts.

Trying to explain myself isn't a valid defense to much of the content here, but it's also important to remember that context matters in many cases - like with the Daniel Tosh (who is a comedian) reply, that was clearly in response to something he said on his own account, but what that was is unknown to me 13 years later since it wasn't a quote tweet.

I am constantly trying to hold myself just as accountable as I hold others in my life for the things they say, do, and believe. I would not tweet or say any of these things today. I do not believe any of these things today. I have grown and learned a lot in the last decade plus, and I hope that that is reflected in my current behavior and with the people and causes I support. I am not the same person at 37 that I was at 22-23 - very few people are.

I will end this with a sincere apology to anyone that I may have hurt with these messages and my behavior - both now and in the past. I regret saying these things. I regret the fact that for a period of time, I "spoke" with very little thought about the impact of my words, or how wrong these things were to say. I have tried to - and hopefully accomplished - make changes in my life throughout the years, and continue to do so every day. 

It's impossible to make meaningful changes overnight, but I hope that you believe me when I say that over the course of the last decade, I have changed a great deal about myself and my behavior, and work hard to keep learning as the world around me changes, too.

Thank you for taking the time to read this. My inbox and DMs are open for questions and conversation, if you have anything to say. If this is where you choose to part ways with me, I wholeheartedly understand that, too, and wish you the best. An additional reply to an ask I received

[roninkairi]

And Now, Certain People I Met At NYCC You May Have Heard of...

Slowly gonna start sharing some of the photos from this year's NYCC, so for today, here is a few pics I think you may like.

Sarah-Nicole Robles, I think you may have heard of her, starred in this show called The Owl House or something...

Seriously though it was nice to meet her (she showed up along with several other cast members on Thursday. I was lucky to find out about it when I did.)

Every year I seem to meet at least 1 wrestler. And this year, I met Matt Hardy!

I got a chance to talk with him a bit about the match I considered my favorite of the Bray Wyatt matches (The Ultimate Deletion) and he had some good things to share about it. (Shooting took 9 hours)

I waited a good 30 to 45 minutes to get an autograph and a selfie with Kevin Eastman. I say it was well worth it.

Also, he would also like to have the TMNT do a crossover with Marvel sooner or later.

*coughTAKETHEFUCKINGHINTDISNEYANDCALLTHEMANcough*

Well, thats all of the celeb pictures I got. Tune in next time for---

...oh wait wait, I'm sorry. There's just one more pic I think I should share...

Yes. I met two voices from my childhood and teenage years in person.

Rob Paulsen and Maurice LaMarche, known to many as the voices behind Pinky and the Brain. They were there (along with Tress MacNeille and other voice actors) for Thursday and when I met with them, the following happened and for anyone who has ever known me, I did something that was quite unique.

Me: Before we take this picture, there is something I always wanted to do.

Maurice: Oh?

Me: Yes...(deep breath) Egon Spengler...(points to Rob) meet Jack Fenton. Jack Fenton, meet Egon Spengler!

(Both Laugh)

Maurice: (in Egon's voice) Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Fenton

Rob: (In Jack's voice) Likewise! Time to go ghost

The fact that I actually got to do this AND impress both of them with that is not lost on me.

[dxncingwithastrxnger]

Hello there hope your doing well! I aint sure weather you write for this or not! But I was wondering if I could request some friendship headcanons with Lancelot and Percival?

Thank you!

(Feel free to delete my ask:)

Hello! I'm doing very well, I hope you are as well!

I definitely am okay with an ask like this, I love sharing my headcanons!! Also Lance and Percy's friendship def is very special to me, so thank you so much for asking about them!!

Tagging @alwaysamor in case you wanted to read thesseeee (since I know how you are about my nnt/4kota content 😌)

~*~

-Honestly, first of all, Percy is always asking Lance questions. Like, yes, Percy is very curious and inquisitive by nature and he questions lots of people, but whenever he has some random question that doesn't need to be answered by any specific person, he always asks Lance (as long as he can find him)

-Relating to that, Percy is the kind of person who will ask the most out of pocket questions and Lance will think he's crazy at first before genuinely starting to consider it, despite not actually wanting to. Like, they'd be walking through a field and Percy'd just be like, "How many blades of grass do you think we'd need to recreate my entire body weight?" And Lance would just give him a look and ignore the question, but then five minutes later, outta nowhere he's just like, "It has to be at least a thousand, right?" And Percy is very confused until he suddenly remembers his previous question

-ALSO relating to that, Percy is entirely convinced that Lance knows everything. As far as Percy is concerned, Lance quite literally knows all. He has all the answers to every single possible factual question that anyone could ask him. No matter how many times anyone tries to tell him differently, he insists that they're wrong

-These two are unintentionally chaotic together. Like, okay, both are pretty chaotic just in general, and most often Lance is on purpose, but when the two of them are together, they don't even really realize how absolutely unhinged they're being until someone points it out to them (i.e. when they tried to find the answer to the grass question)

-Percy is one of the very few people who knows how much Lance enjoys flora and general plant life (based on my own Lance hcs) and Lance never tells him to keep it a secret necessarily, but some intuitive part of him makes him do so and Lance was surprised but grateful when Percy explained such a thing one day

-Percy isn't exactly the best at reading the room or other people, but Lance's moods are a bit easier for him. Mostly because whenever he's pestering the poor guy for one reason or another, Lance always has some kind of sarcastic comment or a "jus' shut up already, would ya?" Or a sigh or huff or snort. There's always some kind of noise or reaction, and Percy's gotten used to that. So if Lance ever just stays quiet with zero reaction to Percy's antics, he immediately knows that something's off

-Whenever Lance is restless and under-stimulated (more Lance hcs), he specifically seeks Percy out because Percy's rambles and hyperactivity help him balance put

-On the other side of that, whenever Percy notices that Lance is overstimulated, he does his best to make sure everyone else leaves him alone (except for Tristan)

-Both are always very quick to defend each other. Percy thinks Lance is one of the most awesome people ever and doesn't ever hesitate to say so. Lance may call Percy an idiot and all kinds of other names but the moment anyone tries to genuinely underestimate Percy, he'll make sure they know how wrong they are one way or another

-Major younger sibling/older sibling energy between them

-No matter how cheery and full of energy Percy is, he's, ofc, not completely immune to upset. No matter what the reason, if he ever notices Percy's mood is down for any reason, he'll take him somewhere quiet and they'll just sit for awhile. Lance typically isn't very good at comforting most people, so this is usually the best he can do - sit calmly with someone and make sure they know he's there. For Percy, those times are always helpful, Lance being a peaceful presence beside him and making him feel safe (due to that older/younger dynamic between them)

-(if you don't ship Trislance, just ignore this one) Percy doesn't pay much attention to people's romantic interests or who likes who in that way, it's not something he typically thinks about, but one day Donny makes some kind of joke or comment about how Lance and the prince are totally crushing on each other and, after it was explained to him what that means, he suddenly made it his mission to be Lance's wingman and try and help him in his romantic advances towards Tristan, which Lance both loves and hates

-(if you don't ship Persians, just ignore this one) Lance, of course, being the extremely observant person he is, notices almost right away what's going on between Percy and Nasiens, and totally starts nudging them closer together. Percy doesn't understand much about love and romance and all that, but if Lance tells him, "Hey, Nasiens would love if someone gave him this flower and it would make him super happy" then Percy is immediately on it (he volunteers as tribute) or sometimes Lance will just offhandedly mention something or make some comment about something Nasiens does or likes or wishes or wants or he'll very purposely ask Nasiens a specific question while making sure Percy can hear and then he'll just sit back and watch as Percy uses the information to do things that'll make Nasiens happy without even really realizing why he's doing it

-Food. These two 100% bond over food

-They're both always trying to compete against each other but they will team up together without hesitation in order to beat anyone else at whatever it is they're competing about

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I hope you enjoyed at least some of these!! A lot of them are also based on a lot of my headcanons for Percy and Lance just by themselves, tbh

Thank you again for the ask!! You're super awesome!! 💜💜💜

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Blood Moon Ch.24

Annalisa was stone-faced as she sat on the couch, the letter on the coffee table in front of her. On one hand she felt guilty for believing the lie that had been fed to her, for believing that he would abandon her. On the other she felt...rage. White hot and all consuming. She would find him, she would bring him home, and when she found the ones responsible, there wouldn’t be enough of them left to bury.

There was a knock at the front door and Pete answered it, letting Brian inside. Due to the...natures of those involved, she convinced Brian to come alone when Pete had called him. There would be no missing persons report, no formal statements to put on a record. If whoever was behind his disappearance was like him, or herself, it would be handled in-house.

“Annie.” Brian said, sitting down next to her and she hummed at him in acknowledgement. “When’s the last time you saw Kyle?”

“Physically? Last night when we got home and went to bed, but he gave me a kiss this morning before leaving.” She said, “I may have been half-asleep, but I know it was him.”

“Where was he going?”

“Pendulum. There was paperwork he needed go over as a part of his duties as Head of Security.”

“Did you hear from him at all today?”

“No.”

“Can you think of anyone that may have done this? Someone with a grudge against him personally, or someone who would go after him to hurt you?” Brian asked.

“Detective,” Ethan said as he leaned against the fireplace mantle, “Annie didn’t get where she is today by being nice. Yes, she has enemies, but she’s the way she is now because she can be, because everyone who could ever pose a threat to her knows what she would do if they even thought of going against her. Putting it simple, they could go after Sy to hurt her, but they’re too fucking scared of her to try.”

“And you are?” Brian asked.

“Ethan Turner, bartender at Annies’ clubs.” Ethan said.

“How long have you known Annie?” Brian asked and Annie nodded at him when he looked at her.

“I’ve known her since August of 1924.” His answer hung in the air.

“You don’t—”

“I’m a wolf.” He said, “Like Sy. Stopped aging when I got infected at twenty-six.”

“But you’re over a hundred.” Pete said and he nodded. “Well, shit. You been with Annie since then?”

“He’s family.” Annalisa said simply and pushed up from the couch. “Come with me, Pendulum has security cameras on the entrances and exits, as well as other areas of the club. I want to check the footage, make sure he even made it there this morning. He’s still alive, I would know if he wasn’t, but whoever took him took lengths to make it so we wouldn’t look for him.” They followed her out of the living room and up the stairs, heading into her office and taking places behind her as she sat down at her desk and booted up her computer. Remoting in and bringing up the security feeds, she went through the files, going over the time stamps. “There’s a four hour block missing, the save file has been deleted.”

“Any way to retrieve it?” Brian asked.

“The files are saved simultaneously locally and on a private server, in case of data corruption.” She said and brought them up, going through the files and finding the missing time block. The video came up on the monitor and they watched delivery drivers come and go, Annalisa speeding through the footage before resuming normal speed as a black SUV parked by the emergency exit. The door opened and Sweeney came out, the back door of the SUV opening, and they watched as she dragged an unconscious Sy out of the club, hoisting him into the back seat of the SUV. The door closed and the SUV drove off, Sweeney watching it go before heading back inside. “Ethan.”

“Don’t even have to say it.” He said, his voice tight. He left the office in quick strides and they heard the front door slam closed a moment later.

“Who was that?” Pete asked.

“Elizabeth Belford.” She said, “We call her Sweeney because she was Turned back in Victorian London.”

“Turned?” Brian asked.

“She’s a vampire.” Annalisa said, watching the footage again. “They have a privacy screen over the license plate so I can’t make it out.”

“Do you recognize the driver?”

“No.” She said, “Ethan will bring Sweeney back here and I’ll get my answers.”

It felt like hours before Ethan returned, pulling Sweeney into the office by her arm, almost shoving her down onto the couch.

"Where is he, Elizabeth?" Annalisa asked, going to stand in front of her.

"Someone want to tell me what's going on?" She asked, "Ethan comes to my house, says you need to talk to me and then drags me out."

"Where is he?"

"Where is who? What's going on?"

"Sy."

"Sy's missing?!" Sweeney exclaimed and moved to get up from the couch.

"Sit down." Annalisa said and she sank back down again. The woman's voice never raised, staying steady and almost calm. "I won't ask you again."

"Annie, please." Sweeney said, a tremor entering her voice and she reached out, grabbing her hand, "I didn't have a choice. He said he would kill Mike if I refused, and I would have to watch Merry die. Please, Annie, please."

"Merry as in Meredith?" Pete asked, "The girl Mikey's ass over tea kettle for?"

"She's her daughter, Mike is her Tovaras. Like Sy is mine. If a vampires' Tovaras dies, they also die. Eventually. It's a slow and horrible death." Annalisa said, still look down at Sweeney as tears started to run down her face. "Who threatened Mike, Elizabeth? Who threatened Meredith if you didn't comply."

"Eugene."

"Hold up," Brian said, "This is Sweeney, so I'm guessin' Meredith is Frost. Ain't Eugene her father? Ain't that what you told us?"

"He said he would kill Mike if you didn't agree to go along with what he had planned?" Pete asked, "That little puke threatened to kill my baby brother and cause the death of his own fuckin' child?"

"Where did that car take him?" Annalisa asked, her voice still steady.

"The pits." Sweeney said and a muscle in Annalisas' jaw jumped, her eyes flashing dangerously. "Annie. Annie please, I'm so sorry."

"Elizabeth, you were protecting your daughter." Annalisa said, "Call her. She's probably with Mike. Tell them to come here. I want them where I can see them."

"I'm going to Eugenes' penthouse and--" Ethan started as Sweeney got on her phone.

"He's already gone, Ethan." Annalisa said, "You know that as well as I. We'll track him down, but first we have to find Sy. Elizabeth, is Damascos also behind this?"

"Yes." Sweeney said with a nod.

"Pits?" Pete asked.

"Fighting pits. A bit like a gladiatorial arena." Annalisa said, "Shifted werewolves fighting each other as people place bets on the outcome, the winner receiving a cut of the profits. Deaths sometimes occurred so I shut them down around fifty years ago. Where is he getting fighters?"

"After you shut him down, all his fighters left." Sweeney said, "Broke their contracts. They didn't want to risk you finding out. Eugene has been supplying him with new fighters for a share of the winnings."

"Supplying how?" Brian asked.

"He finds wolves, usually homeless or runaways, drugs them with absinthe infused with wolfsbane, and delivers them to Damascos." Sweeney said, "Damascos keeps them drugged while they're not fighting so they don't try to escape, then uses electricity to force a shift, to enrage them before throwing them in the pits to fight. It's more profitable this way because Damascos doesn't have to split the pot with the winner."

"What does he do with the bodies?" Annalisa asked.

"Incinerates them."

"How long have you known this was going on?" Annalisa asked.

"I heard rumors, but I didn't believe Damascos was that stupid to go behind your back. I found out what Eugene was doing, confronted him, told him I was going to tell you. He said he'd kill Merry if I did. She's his daughter, but I don't doubt for a second he would actually do it."

"How many did you help deliver to Damascos?" Annalisa asked.

"Just Sy." Sweeney said, "I thought he was just going to talk to him, bribe him, threaten him, something to get him to leave town. I didn't think he'd--not until he told me Damascos was waiting for delivery."

"Where did he set up again?"

"I don't know."

"Elizabeth."

"I promise you, Annie. I don't know where they took him."

"I believe you." Annalisa said. "Ethan, please reach out to Simon. I want all of Xerxes Holding Groups' records and the records of any subsidiaries. Have him dig deep, I don't want information you'd find on Google."

"On it." Ethan said and took his phone out, leaving the office to make the call.

"What--what are you going to do with me?" Sweeney asked.

"You're staying here until Sy is found. If Eugene tries to contact you, you are to notify me immediately."

"But I helped him."

"An accomplice gained through threats or coercion is also a victim." Annalisa said, “You were protecting Mike, you were protecting Meredith. Sy is strong, he would have held his own, but Mike would have been an easy victim.”

“I’m guessin’ Xerxes Hold Group is owned by this Damascos guy?” Brian asked and she nodded. “How long before we have the information?”

“A couple days at the least.”

“A couple days...” Pete said.

“While I have no doubt Damascos will waste little time in breaking in his new fighter, Sy is strong. With his Army training, he will endure.”

[oceansmotion]

The sleepy town of Wormwood

A powerful witch has cast a spell over the town, isolating it from the rest of the world. Perpetually 1956, it exists in a stasis, unchanging over the years. No one has ever questioned the way things are, never thought about why nothing seems to change from year to year. Will anyone ever break free of the curse and bring Wormwood into the present or will it forever remain the same? I really love this hood and despite having so many issues with it, I still love playing it (and so does @nonsensical-pixels who is the one that inspired me to dig around to get most of the original files back because she was making me jealous). It's a little more silly but there are some pretty dark undertones as well. I know there's a couple issues but they really aren't a problem if you play the hood as a standalone or with non-PV subhoods. There is an overarching mystery/plot :) Who really is Moira and...is she really that bad? Is she actually evil or is there more to it? What's going on in the Moore house and why is there a strange smell wafting from it? The Tegan's sure are an odd bunch, is the picture perfect family of blonde hair and blues eyes a coincidence or something more sinister? Will Olive Specter finally find some good luck and love in Ocean Grisly? Sam Spyers is determined to figure out what's happening in Wormwood, but can she figure it out before it's too late?

There are 3 files included: Required, Highly Suggested, and Wormwood itself. The Required folder contains various CC that I used, almost entirely from Michelle's recolors from MTS (merged) + the Bespoke build set (merged), the (optional) Prison mod from Simlogical is not required but sort of ruins the immersion for two families, there are various plants from Parsimonious, fences from Smug Tomato Basket, more plants from the Castaway conversion site, the Sims 2 store sets, and unfortunately a really old merged buy mode folder that I genuinely do not remember what's in it other than a ton of Veranka's stuff. I don't think I used too much from this folder and most of it has the creator in the item descriptions. In all, it's about 1GB of CC, so it's not exactly that much. CC lite, I guess? Most of it is just to get the general vibe of the hood and can be replaced and even then, the bulk of it is simply recolors or bespoke wallpapers. I used this template from enchantedw0lf on MTS to create the hood. Townies may or may not be bald. No, I will not explain. As the first hood I've ever made, it has been through hell and back. I actually completely finished a more complex and involved version of it before managing to corrupt it due to a simple misclick in simpe and thinking I had a backup but not actually :):):) Then entirely remade it from scratch again but it was a hacked down version with fewer sims and simpler plot lines (rifp cowboy farmer who secretly wanted to be a pretty ballerina and had a room full of mannequins facing a stage where he'd dance for them). All this to say that I didn't make this hood 100% correctly and it has some...quirks. When I remade it, I forgot to disable stealth hoods (you'd think I'd have learned my lesson from this when I decided to make Natosi later lol), and I simply can't be bothered to delete townies n stuff. I don't have the energy or willpower to clean it up. The hood itself is still very pretty and fun to play, I think the odd quirks actually fit in perfectly and helps give the vibes I wanted for it!

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