#moon 587

[pikaclan]

Moon 587

Season: Leaf-bare

Overarching Events

Not enough healthy medicine cats

Ceremonies

Bearpaw sits excitedly beside Bitterpuddle as the meeting ends, and hopes they'll be doing something exciting like battle training first. Their claws are itching to tear at something

Carppaw sits beside their new mentor, Sparknip, as the meeting comes to a close.Their claws fig into the ground as they glare up at the sky, wondering why Goose couldn't be there

Misc

Growlithe overheard Crestfreckle muttering in their sleep, claws slashing at the air: Crestfreckle was the one responsible for Seedthrift's death. Growlithe tells Cinderstar and a trial is held. Crestfreckle claims to have murdered Seedthrift for suspecting he forced Maplelaurel to have his kits. Everyone knows he was Maplelaurel's mate's father. That's a little weird, right? The two living kits of this litter don't remember any abuse, but don't remember their parents exactly loving each other either. As both cats are now dead, there is no way to confirm the allegations, and she is punished for not coming to the leader but not exiled

It's neither a mystery nor a surprise, but PikaClan is happy to celebrate Mintyrise and Blissgoose becoming mates regardless

For just one perfect moment, heads pressed together and speaking their commitment in front of the Clan, there's nothing in Brackenbelly and Driftsong's worlds but love

Health

Bitterpuddle healed from birth Russetfire's running nose stopped and sprain healed Wildpaw's greencough abated Growlithe fought a hawk and got hurt

Patrols

The patrol comes across a FlightClan apprentice who begs to join PikaClan. Mintyrise sits with the apprentice, listening to their problems and offering advice. The apprentice returns home with a new perspective

[inkedells]

cowboy!logan teasing his girl when he figures out she likes him sweaty and messy from work...

[god him in this gif has me scratching the walls]

pairing: cowboy!logan x f!reader

wc: 587

Cowboy!Logan coming home to you after a long day of herding cattle.

His face is shining with sweat, his scent deliciously musky. Not far off from how he looks when he’s just orgasmed, you think, despite your best efforts not to let your mind go there. Dark denim stained with mud at the hem, his boots in a similar state. Plaid button-up tucked into a fat belt, the sleeves rolled up his thick, veiny forearms.

Yeah, you’re gonna make sure he fucks you. As soon as possible.

“Missed you, baby,” He says with the softest barely-there smile. He slides off his dirty boots by the entryway, mumbling an apology for the mess he’s causing. “And I’ll clean that up soon as I’m outta the shower.” It’s said with a grin and raised hands, as if he’s expecting you to scold him.

But you’re too busy staring at his arms.

“Something wrong?” He asks, his smile falling as he walks toward you.

“Don’t shower,” You say simply, quietly. You meet his eyes and watch his confusion transform into understanding—No, smug understanding. There’s a lump in your throat now, but you swallow it down quickly and stand up straighter. “Why haven’t you kissed me yet?”

He’s smirking, even as he speaks. “‘Cause I’m dirty. And I stink. Don’t wanna ruin that pretty dress.” He looks down at you, taking in the sight of your body in the thin, sheer fabric. Of course, you go red in the face at his words and his scrutinizing eye, and of course, he takes it as his cue to crowd you until you’re backed up against the kitchen counter.

“But…” He starts, placing a calloused hand flat on the expanse of skin just above the swell of your breast. “You,” He pushes his fingers under your strap, “Don’t,” slides it off your shoulder, “Care.” He rushes to give your bare breast a long, firm squeeze, and you can’t help the soft moan that escapes you when he does. But then he pauses his actions to whisper teasingly, "Do you?"

You shake your head immediately, and he starts back up again. He plays with you, slow and methodical and loving, yet perfectly aggressive. Like a man. 

While you watch his hand, hypnotized, Logan is intently observing your face and subconsciously mimicking your expressions. When your eyebrows knit, so do his. When your mouth falls open, so does his. And when you’ve only just begun to lean in for a kiss, he’s leaning in the rest of the way, capturing your mouth with searing hunger as he moves his lips against you expertly.

He’ll carry you into your shared bedroom eventually. Make sweet love to you until the clouds shielding the moon settle into a low fog in preparation for the morning dew. Until you’re just as sweaty as he is, until the only words coming out of your mouth are "I love you," and, "Don’t stop," and, "Faster."

And it’s that last command which consumes him as he kneels between your legs right here, right now, stroking you over your underwear while he fantasizes about fingering you open. He'll take his time with it, do it properly, so he can fuck you as deep and hard as he wants to much later—after your greedy pussy is inevitably tired of the decorum involved with simply making love for hours. You’ll want to fuck, dirty and messy and rough, and he’ll wonder how such a sweet girl could get so drunk on cock. He would bother spitting the question at you between sharp, relentless thrusts, if he didn't already know the answer. Only for you, Logan.

a/n: my requests are open! gimme all ur ideas <3 also reblog to support ur fav authors!

[planet-dusk]

yunho princess treatment 🤭

🏷️ jeong yunho x fem!reader. cw ; fingering, choking, praise, slight size kink, pet names: love, princess, good girl ( 587 w. )

minors dni. for mature audiences only !

“tell me what you need, love.” 

yunho’s breath tickled the side of your face. his fingers burned hot on your bare thigh, inching closer to the apex. 

“n-need your fingers inside of me, yuyu, please.” you knew you didn't have to beg; he’d give you the moon and the stars if he could. still, it came natural to you. 

yunho chuckled, then hissed when his calloused fingertips came in contact with your soaked panties. “this wet for me already, princess?” he swallowed your moans when he sank two long fingers into your aching hole, “can’t wait to feel this tight pussy around my cock.”

he found the right spot with ease, fingers curling and his thumb drawing firm circles over your clit. “that’s my girl right there,” he muttered when your eyes rolled back in pleasure. “will you cum for me, love?”

you nodded dumbly, eyes already glazed over and fingers curled tight around his biceps. “choke me,” you managed to get out between moans, and yunho wasted no time in wrapping his large hand around the column of your throat. he kept his touch light, only applying dizzying pressure on the pulse points at the side, the effect immediate. 

your legs fell open wider and yunho’s eyes trailed from your puffy cunt back to your blissed out face. “you look so pretty like this, love,” he mused, tightening his grip. “all spread out for me. greedy pussy’s sucking in my fingers like you haven’t been fucked in days.”

in truth, it’d only been two nights. it was impossible to go for long without yunho, and he knew it. he always gave you exactly what you wanted. he’d tease you about it first, sometimes, but he was just as quick to give in. you were his princess and he treated you accordingly. 

“i’m going to make you cum on my fingers, love, and then i’m going to fuck you.” yunho’s voice sounded low and determined, “any way you want, for as long as you want. how does that sound?”

you tried to answer, a pathetic choked-off whine leaving your throat, his hand still wrapped tight around it. yunho knew you were close; the telltale signs as familiar to him as the back of his own hand. that same hand he now watched pumping in and out of your soaked pussy, your juices dripping down his fingers and pooling in his palm. 

“you need to cum fast, princess, before i fold you in half and fuck you full,” he groaned. “i can’t wait much longer. look at you —” he flexed his fingers around your throat before tightening them again “— you’re such a vision, love. prettiest little thing i’ve ever seen. tiny pussy’s taking my fingers so well, need me to add a third? get you ready to take my fat cock?”

the stretch made you keen, your hips bucking up into his hand. he rolled his thumb over your swollen clit and watched you fall apart under him, pinned to the bed by his hand around your throat. “that’s it, you’re doing so well love, just a little more.” he slowed down his movements, dragging out your high until you began to squirm underneath him. 

“my good girl,” he brought his fingers up to your mouth and you latched on eagerly, moaning around them when you felt the head of his cock bumping your clit, “don’t worry, i’ll give you what you want, you know i will.”

you knew, and you’d never get enough of him.

© planet-dusk do not copy, translate or repost my works.

[blkgirl-writing]

Part 1.5 of: What happened at the moon lit pond

Gale x Fem!reader

(Link to part ONE)

Note: Very flustered Gale 😩 it’s a little shorty to go between parts. Technical FEM reader but no pronouns are mentioned in this.

TW: BJ, swallowing cum, drained gale, obviously a bit graphic.

Word count: 587

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"but-" you knew he was going to mumble something about how he'd rather please you more, but deep down he really needed your mouth on his fat cock.

"I take care of you this time, ok? your head can be between my legs anytime after" You knew that would send him into a spiral. Your hands made his way up his toned, tan thighs and over to his erection, placing a gentle hand on his balls and the other firmly gripping his dick, stroking slowly, drawn out. “Now tell me you need it-“

Gale opened his mouth to respond, but a simple, deep moan fell from his lips as your tongue was gently pressed against his tip, unmoving, waiting for him to beg for more to give in.

“I-“ he shivered, clenching his fist.

Your lips formed around his tip and pulled back, placing a small and delicate kiss on him. “What was that?”

“Take it all. Gods take all of my cock in your pretty little mouth, please-“ his hands flew up to grasp at your hair, taking a fistful and gently (with much restraint on his part) pushed your head further onto his cock, guiding your bobbing head in the perfect rythem. Your tongue flirted around his tip and down his shaft at he fucked your throat.

It was hard for you to keep his gaze, straining up from his frankly, massive cock, instead you switched from his glistening eyes to his tattoos chest. His cock pumping in and out of your throat and hand that was grasped around the base of him. You moaned around him, vibrations sending a shiver down his spine. It felt so good. Too good. He was already about to cum and it had only been a few minutes, if that. But looking down at you, with those pretty lips perfectly wrapped around his cock, eyes practically ordering him to cum. But gods did he want to see you like this forever.

You made sure to moan one more time before coming up for air, a small "pop" sound from your lips leaving him, "It's ok, you can cum in my mouth," you winked. "I won't leave a mess. We don't want the others to see, do we?"

Gales mouth fell open, stumbling over his words several times before he swallowed all the pent up pleasure to attempt to answer "As long as i feel your lips around my dick I don't have a care in the world."

"well then..." your tongue grazed his shaft before you took him fully, or as much as you really could, into your mouth. bobbing aggressively, milking that orgasm out of him. Moans and stroking in sync. He had no chance of lasting long, that was clear.

He pulled your head in, sinking your throat down on his cock a but further as he spilled down your mouth, cum filling you up, much more than you expected. his hips jerked as he whimpered, eyes fluttering closed. His energy drained from his body clearly, in fact you had to help him from falling over, quickly swallowing what was left in your mouth.

"Gale, watch it big boy" you clutched his back, drawing yourself back up from the ground. "take it easy. Didn't know I was that good. You used your free hand to wipe the rest of his cum off your lips.

"you're very versed in... that-" he sighed, head thrown back, gazing at the sky.

"you should see me ride then."

"I hope to"

[hyunevlogs]

my target

fluff - hyunjin x fem!reader (no fem!body mentioned tho)

word count: 587

warning under cut !!

warnings: smoking, making out (its nothing too bad), mafia, gangs, tattoos, angst (if you squint), stalking — let me know if i forgot smth

authors note: this is my first fluff ever so i’m sorry if the writing is bad (😭😭), english isn’t my first language, i’m welcoming any feedbacks, requests or writing aids

‘‘you‘re in my room at 2am, what do you want?‘‘

he sat next to me on my bed and lit up a cigarette as he was about to answer. my eyes directly landed on his silhouette - waiting for a response of his.

when suddenly his raspy voice began to break the silence between you guys.

‘‘you know what i‘m here for, sign it already‘‘

the smoke of the cigarette started to fill the room and the only light was coming from the moon. i locked my eyes with the ones of hyunjin and started analysing his gaze on me.

he looked almost angelic in this light, as if he was just a pure boy. but as he ran his hand through his hair, i couldn’t miss the red droplets of liquid on them.

he must have noticed me spacing out when he cleared his throat to make me answer his question, or rather demand.

‘‘i‘m not signing shit. it‘s the hwang‘s responsibility to end this‘‘

he laughed at my answer, like it was a joke. before reconsidering to say anything, he made sure to take another hit of the cigarette.

‘‘what’s so wrong about you becoming mine? you’re acting as if you weren’t before‘‘

‘‘yea right, that was before we had to join our family’s business‘‘

he wanted to argue at that but suddenly shuffled towards you and offered for you to take a hit. when you turned down his offer he moved even closer towards your body. now that his face was mere centimetres in front yours, hyunjin looked down at my lips and then in my eyes.

i couldn’t tell if it was the little light or because of his purpose for me to sign the contract, but he looked so delicate now.

the few strands of hair falling on the side of his cheeks and as well conversing some little parts of his eyes, made him look kissable. but by now you couldn’t make yourself look somewhat weak and give in to him.

so, he took matters into his own hands and decided to kiss you. when the gap was closed you did give in to him tho and returned the flavour.

his lips tugged at your lower one in order to open your mouth. and that’s when you felt some of the cigarettes smoke began fill your lungs.

when hyunjin noticed you struggling with breathing it out again, he backed up a bit. you two continued on kissing each other just when you felt a hand tugging at your sweater with the purpose of exposing the skin of your collarbone.

your exposed skin got scanned to find the thing he was searching for and when he found it, he bend his head down next to your ear. ‘‘you still have it?‘‘

the matching tattoo you two got one year ago - when things were still good between you. you slowly nodded at him as you asked:

‘‘you still got yours too?‘‘

and as a response he threw his now finished cigarette on the ground and exposed his collarbone too. he still has it. only if things could work out with him and without your family’s interfering.

‘‘let me love you, only for tonight‘‘

‘‘only tonight, without any contract signing?‘‘

‘‘we can talk about that some other day‘‘

and that’s when he leaned in to leave marks on your neck.

‘‘let that boy from earlier know you got somebody already‘‘

‘‘are you stalking me?‘‘

‘‘you could call it that. afterall you’re my target‘‘

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[lulublack90]

Prompt 21 - Skele-Gro

@wolfstarmicrofic March 21, word count 587

CW- Broken bones, bone remove, bone regrowth.

Remus raced through the halls, outstripping Peter even with his aching joints that screamed at him to stop torturing them. But he pressed on. He had to get to the Hospital wing. Get to Sirius.  

Sirius had been hit by a Bludger while playing Quidditch. It had hit him solidly in his side, and even though Remus was sitting in the stands, he still heard the sound of breaking bones.

He blasted through the wooden doors, nearly causing Madam Pomfrey to drop the potion bottle she had in her hand. 

“Mr Lupin!” She chastised. But she didn’t ask him to leave. For near enough six years, Sirius or one of the other Marauders had been at his side after each full moon, and she knew it was pointless trying to stop him. 

He recognised the bottle she had begun decanting into a glass tumbler for Sirius to drink. 

He looked past her to the bed. Sirius lay there, perfectly still, trying hard not to let his pain or discomfort show on his face. 

“Why does he need Skele-Gro?” He asked, just as his eyes trailed to where the Bludger had smashed into him. The blanket seemed oddly hollow. He reached his fingers out to see for himself, but Madam Pomfrey caught his hadn’t before he could get much further. 

“Best not dear. Don’t worry, though. He’ll be good as new by the morning.” She added when she saw his devastated expression. 

“What happened?” He asked, voice cracking with the emotion he was feeling. 

“The bones were unfortunately beyond repair. I was forced to remove them and start again.” She helped Sirius to swallow down the viscous potion. He grimaced at the texture and flavour. 

“Can I say with him?” He begged quietly, trying to force the tears back that were attempting to break free. She nodded.

“Best to sit at the other side, though.” She warned before pulling the privacy curtains around them. 

“Padfoot,” His voice came out high and strained. Sirius just shook his head slightly, wincing at the pain it caused. 

“Don’t Moony. Can—can you just sit with me and hold my hand for a bit?” He asked, forcing the corner of his mouth to twitch up in an attempt at a smile. 

Remus immediately sat and carefully clasped Sirius’s hand in his own, stroking his knuckles tenderly. Sirius let out a sigh of relief. And after a few minutes. Fell asleep. Remus wondered if the Medi-Witch had given him a sleeping potion so he didn’t mess up his regrowing ribcage. 

At some point, Remus must have dozed off, as he could now hear Sirius cheerily chatting with James and Peter. Remus blinked a few times as he woke. 

“Why didn’t you wake me?” He asked, his mouth a little dry. Sirius reached over and handed him a goblet of water. He took a grateful glug and handed it back. It was then that he realised Sirius was moving his right side. “How long was I asleep?” 

“All night, I think. But look all healed.” Sirius beamed at him as he yanked up the side of his pyjamas, showing off his perfectly normal-looking chest. Remus let out a sigh of relief and felt a small squeeze of his hand. He looked down. Sirius’s hand was still clasped in his own. His eyes flicked to Sirius’s face. Sirius winked at him and gave his hand another squeeze as he turned back to James and described how weird it was to feel you’re bones being removed.    

[watcher-etern-sealedaway]

peskyblaze 18 and/or 20? need more peskyblaze in this world😞

YOU ARE SO CORRECT AND REAL AND TRUE WE REALLY DO (there is a crumb of skizzpulse in here. only a crumb. im only mortal.)

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Peskyblaze; Prompt 18; An impulsive kiss (also prompt 20 but i just did that lol)

PRONOUNS: Tango: he/him/his/himself | ne/nier/niers/nierself | phey/phem/pheir/phemself Grian: he/him/his/himself | it/its/itself | ai/aiv/aivs/aivself

Word Count: 587

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The knock at the door set the trio almost silent. Skizz's laughter petering out and Zedaph's ears perking up as they all turned to face the sound. Tango set down his teacup on the plate with a gentle, satisfying clink.

"Who could be knocking at this hour?" Zedaph said. It was incredibly late. Tango, Skizz, and Zedaph all met for midnight drinks at least once a week. Impulse typically joined, but Skizz had forced him to sleep off a long redstoning cram session.

"Pardon me, shouldn't be long," Tango said with a soft grin, flicking pheir tail as phey stood.

Zedaph and Skizz returned to their conversation. Tango left the kitchen, leaving the door open. Ne flicked on the porch lights and glanced through the peephole.

Grian.

What could that pesky bird want now? Tango thought, niers expression turning sour and anger ticking through niers mind.

With one deft motion, Tango flicked open the locks and clasps and swung open the door.

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I shouldn't have come. Why would phey forgive me? Phey're not going to answer. Phey're probably asleep. I should just go. Grian thought to aivself.

Grian tapped its talons on the copper plated porch of Tango's house. It stared at the ground, scratching up a bit of the greenish oxidization.

Grian looked backwards at the crescent moon. He was just going to leave before the door opened.

Tango stood in the doorway, hanging pheir weight onto one leg. Pheir warm skin almost made Grian feel toasty, even with the distance between them. Tango standing just behind the threshold and Grian tapping aivs talons on the copper.

One or two feet felt like a yawning chasm.

Tango's head cocked to the side, niers flame licked the air and hissed discontentedly. Tango glared at Grian. Niers tail swished back and forth, smoke burning into the air through niers anger.

"What do you want, Grian?" Tango said flatly.

Grian stared at the floor again. It was awkward but felt better than matching Tango's furious gaze. It struggled to get the words out, as if a lump of coal was lodged in its throat.

Grian's heart started to beat faster, and he stepped backwards. Fight-or-flight was starting to kick in and all Grian wanted to do was fly away.

Tango recognized the anxious look on Grian's face and grabbed aivs arm, "Don't run away again..." Tango said, frustrated, "Tell me what you want to say."

Grian looked into Tango's eyes. For a moment that old compassion glimmered behind red curtains. That old flame burned behind pheir eyes like embers so-long-lost, and for a moment Grian almost believed that Tango might take him back.

"I miss you, blazer..." Grian said, sneaking in niers pet-name. "I don't like the way we ended things."

Tango dropped Grian's arm, leaving a reddish mark where the heat was. Phey glanced to the side, "I have guests over. You should go, Grian. We'll talk in the morning."

Tango moved to shut the door, not caring to give a parting look to Grian. Grian lunged forward and kissed Tango.

Tango stumbled back in shock of the brazen gesture. Grian swung its arms around Tango's neck and pulled phem deeper into the kiss. Tango's warmth seeped into Grian's lips as phey started to sink into the kiss.

Tango pulled away almost as fast as the kiss started. He whispered softly, with the faintest hint of a smile in his voice and the faintest twitch of happiness in his tail, "You should go, birdie."

And shut the door.

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I HOPE U LIKE IT I REALLY LIKED WRITING IT. i went way harder on the toxic angle than i was expecting BUT I LIKED IT A LOT

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Scrapbook 2024 | February

Fuck Tumblr's absolute bullshit new formatting. I used to be able to get three-four months out of this before I hit the limit, now I get one. Seriously. Fuck them.

Anyway, for anyone that’s new to this, this is how I keep track of all of the things that I enjoy and/or create throughout the year. I have literally been doing this since I had a livejournal.

It’s a nice little snippet of my life and helps to organize my brain.

A reminder:

Normal font - Indifferent/Neutral Italicized font - Enjoyed bold font - Loved with an asterisk* - All time favorite (bracketed titles) - Re-watches/Re-reads strikethough - Disliked

Goals are: read 70 books and write at least 50k of original content.

Past Years

MOVIES

(The Breakfast Club)

(Pacific Rim)

(Dune)

TV SHOWS

Percy Jackson & the Olympians

Avatar: TLA

(X-Files, s1)

Hazbin Hotel

Helluva Boss

YOUTUBE CHANNELS

Watcher: Top Five Beatdown

Try Guys? Eats Disney?

Beryl

BOOKS

System Collapse by Martha Wells

Divine Rivals by Rebecca Ross [Fin]

PODCASTS

Watcher Podcast

VIDEO GAMES

Stardew Valley: Dipper

POSTED FIC

you can have my isolation | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | 4,618 words | “Pretty sure that I owe you a blowjob,” Eddie says flatly, eying Steve over the smoldering end of his cigarette.

baby, is he good to you? | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | 9,106 words | “I don’t—” Steve sputters, setting his food aside before she jumps him. “Christ, Robin. I didn’t— I don’t have a thing for him!”

WIPS | UNPUBLISHED | ORIGINAL

February

486 words of Steddie singing neighbor meet cute

4336 words of Dead Girl Walking

1362 words of Steddie Tattoo AU

587 words of Breakfast Club AU

Fanmixes/Spotify Playlists/Graphics

February

steddie feelz: what it says on the tin

eddissy feelz: also what it says on the tin

rage mallgoth monday morning

eerie post-apocalyptic night

DELIGHTFUL FIC

February

paradise by the dashboard light. by oaseas | Stranger Things | Steddie | 154k | Things were weird in Hawkins. The fields were rotting, there was something in the woods, and Steve Harrington's Beemer had a new problem every week.

Run Me Through by GriefAbyss | Stranger Things | Steddie | 9k | Eddie and Steve have an arrangement - every Wednesday they meet up and have fantastic sex, even if they barely even talk to each other.

Shout if you want my heart by rustypeopleskillz | Stranger Things | Steddie | Eddie asks Steve to be his fake boyfriend so Wayne will stop pestering him to get out of Hawkins to stretch his wings. Steve says yes.

rising moon by jk_rockin | Stranger Things | Steddie | 13k | Steve gets bitten by a strange dog one hot summer night. It takes him a month, and a little outside help, to work out what's wrong with him.

Till I Kissed You by 96tears | Stranger Things | Steddie | 18k | When Eddie confesses he’s never got the big deal about kissing, Steve teases him about it, saying maybe it’s because Eddie’s a bad kisser.

you gotta get a reaction by jk_rockin | Stranger Things | Steddie | 10k | Steve actually likes Judas Priest.

blinking red light by cuips_not_cute | Stranger Things | Steddie | WIP | 11k | A sex tape is…crazy.

The Shire is NOT on Fire by kissesforcas | Stranger Things | Steddie | 54k | The kids convince Steve to take them all to a Renaissance Faire and LARP event.

like a heartbeat drives you mad by redbelles | Stranger Things | Eddissy | 5k | “Oh,” she squeaks out. “You mean like— like? Sex?”

Duality by broomclosetkink | Stranger Things | Eddissy | 55k | “Holy fuck, did I take acid?” he asks. Because he’s staring at himself in the mirror, but he is Chrissy Cunningham.

Big wheel keep on turning by prufrocks | Stranger Things | Steddie | 27k | A few months after Starcourt, Steve moves out of his parents' house and into a friend of a friend's empty RV.

Dying of love but it's okay by prufrocks | Stranger Things | Steddie | 16k | “But this,” Steve says, waving his hands between the two of them, “this is a one-time thing.”

Love’s A Hand-Me-Down Brew by beetlesandstars | ST | Steddie | “I think Eddie Munson flirted with me today.”

Looks like we're in for nasty weather by prufrocks | ST | Steddie | 41k | Steve doesn't know what the invisible force that attacked him in the woods is.

Right Where You Belong by WabiSabiPapi | ST | Steddie | 32k | “…Eddie?” the guy chokes out.

this time I'll sing along by jk_rockin | ST | Steddie | 7k | When Eddie laughs, it’s not a mean laugh; he’s not really laughing at Steve.

Honey, Honey (How You Thrill Me) by beetlesandstars | ST | Steddie | 5k | The second Steve steps inside, his nostrils flare, eyes widening.

Wanna See What You Can Take by a_lil_a_lot | ST | Steddie | 13k | So, never in a million years did Eddie expect to see Stevie in a random swimming pool in Indianapolis almost a decade later. Especially not like this.

soulmate soundtrack by hexiewrites | ST | Steddie | 10k | It's fucking LAST CHRISTMAS, by WHAM.

carve your name into my chest by hexiewrites | ST | Steddie | 42k | Eddie Munson just wanted to play hockey.

make some room by Adure | ST | Chrissy/Steve/Eddie | 15k | Eddie, down on his luck and back in Hawkins, crashes on his friends' couch while he licks his wounds.

don't go wastin your emotions by kissesforcas | ST | Steddie | 51k | "Steve 'the Hair' Harrington, a rage-filled barbarian, who knew?" Eddie says, like its a compliment, like Steve has ANY idea what that means.

sleep it off by Adure | ST | Steddie | 22k | "Why is this happening?" Eddie says, voice tight. Steve doesn't know. Steve barely knows what is happening, much less the why.

DELIGHTFUL FANVIDS

February

Eddie Munson || In The End

DELIGHTFUL MUSIC

February

all american bitch - olivia rodrigo

magic pill - summamore

timezone - maneskin

harder, faster - wasp

teenage dirtbag - wheatus

heaven is a place on earth - belinda carlisle

18 - anarbor

white rabbit

sweet dreams - marilyn manson

hazbin hotel soundtrack

street spirit - radiohead

troubadour - perceval

hayloft ii - mother mother

bad feeling - jagward twin

chateau - djo

gloom - djo

petite fleur - jill barber

fire eater - charming disaster

teenage dream - girl puppy

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

I posted 2,092 times in 2022

That's 2,092 more posts than 2021!

41 posts created (2%)

2,051 posts reblogged (98%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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@pleasurebuttonwrites

@bit-dodgy-innit

I tagged 1,616 of my posts in 2022

Only 23% of my posts had no tags

#fanfic - 692 posts

#thank you so much for writing this! - 653 posts

#moon knight - 587 posts

#♥️♥️♥️ - 379 posts

#steven grant - 337 posts

#lovely writer replies! - 287 posts

#marc spector - 269 posts

#jake lockley - 207 posts

#poe dameron - 108 posts

#smut - 89 posts

Longest Tag: 125 characters

#jake: also i broke your favourite vase i'm sorry what's that you forgive me great i'm so glad <- this omg im laughing so much

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Do you want to dance?

Steven Grant X Reader

Rating: T

Warnings: My first time writing a fanfic in centuries! One F bomb!

A/N: Oh my gosh, I've actually written something! This is for @littleferal 's Writers' Iron Chef! (No. 1 Prompt: Slow Dancing & Additional Prompt: "Are you flirting with me?” + "You finally noticed?") 30 min time limit was kept to (this was so difficult! Such a rush at the end!) I read it over after, and fixed 2 typos I could see - there are probably more! No Y/N. Reader's gender is never stated.

Summary: Steven goes to a coworkers enagement party and runs into you.

Word Count: 780

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To say it seemed like a dream was unreasonable. At least in a dream there was some kind of internal logic, some notion in that unawake state that what was happening made sense somehow.

This was just unreal. Scratch that. This was too good to be true. But Steven was sure that if he had been asleep his utter disbelief would have woken him. 

Grace, in admin who he had never actually met face to face, had invited the entirety of the museum staff to her engagement party and apparently from the lavish looks of things she was marrying a millionaire. 

There were so many people that Steven was sure it would give the seating at Wembley a run for its money. 

He had made some general chit chat, feeling out of place at first, and kept an eye out for Donna so he could make a quick escape. However his boss never appeared, if fact he didn’t run into anyone he really knew at all. And it was wonderful. 

Everyone seemed more than happy to talk to him and he slowly slipped into a kind of ease he hadn’t experienced in a long time. 

That was until he heard your voice. 

“Steven!” 

It was like a shot of adrenaline directly into his heart. 

He turned quickly to see you. “Hello.” His voice was meek, unlike himself as he took in your outfit. 

“I’m so glad to see you, I was hoping you’d be here somewhere!” You reached out to hug him and his mind short circuited for a moment. Dial up internet trying to download an image. 

He shook his head, quickly smiled back and accepted your embrace while carefully manoeuvring the drink in his hand. “You were? I mean, it’s really good to see you, yeah.” You smelt like banana shampoo and floral perfume. Somehow intoxicating and complimenting at the same time. If he could just stay and breathe that scent in forever. 

The hug ended too soon. 

He stared for a long moment as you broke apart, the sound of his heartbeat was louder than the live band playing, than all the broken conversations echoing around.

“How’s restoration going?” Steven said quickly. 

“Yeah, okay,” you pulled a face. “How’s the gift shop? I never see you around anymore?” 

“Oh, yeah,” Steven gave you a sheepish smile. “Well, you know…”

Your face dropped.

“I mean,” there had been a time, a month or so ago, you had seen each other almost every day. You popping by the gift shop either before or at the end of your shift if Steven was working to say hi. Him dropping by your offices and the restoration workplaces. 

Listening to you talk about and show him what you were working on had brightened his day to no end. 

And then…

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#4

Egg Fried Rice

Marc Spector X F!Reader  Rating: T  Masterlist | ao3 | want to be tagged?

Summary: Out of the three of them, Marc had met your mother last.

Warnings: Angst & fluff. Mentions of previous abuse (Wendy Spector) but doesn't go into detail. Typos - I am notoriously bad at catching them. Swearing.

A/N: I've used corvase's 'lovely little domestic prompts: “your mom is coming over today.” “tell her to bring fried rice or she’s not invited.” “you tell her, she’s your mom.” “but she likes you more!”' - and it ended up being a lot more angsty than I inteaded. I changed the prompt words a touch as well. Steven & Jake make a little appearance too.

Word Count: 1689

Taglist: @pleasurebuttonwrites

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You had been in the shower when your phone rang. It was on silent, as usual, but by chance the light caught Marc’s attention as he put the clean laundry away. 

The display read ‘Mum’. 

He swallowed, a flash of nerves hitting him for a second before he pushed them away. He could just wait it out, pretend he didn’t see it. 

The soft material of a pair of your fuzzy socks in his hand suddenly became much heavier; the cartoon duck on the side no longer looked friendly. There was a judgemental tone in its eyes.

 “Fuck you.” He narrowed his eyes and hissed at the cartoon, the absurdity enough to bring a small smile to his face.

Quickly, without giving himself too much time to really think about it, he grabbed your phone and answered the call. 

“Hello!” Your mum’s voice was like sunshine itself. 

“Hi, it’s-”

“Marc! Ah! How lovely to get you!” 

He grinned broadly, warmth bubbling up in his chest. She recognised his voice. Straight away she recognised his voice. 

“I was wondering if I could pop by today? I have a little something for you all.”

Your mother knew all three of them, but her first meeting with Marc had been almost five months after she had met Steven and Jake. 

It wasn’t that he hadn’t wanted to meet her, he did, it was just... difficult. Panic spiked up in his spine and made him sick whenever the arranged date to introduce himself grew close. 

His alters’ voices constantly in his ear. “She’s so lovely.” “You’ll get on well with her hermano.” “She’s nothing like-”

It hadn’t mattered. He had chickened out four times. The third when he was in the car with you outside of your mother’s house. He just couldn’t. Couldn’t. Had checked out and left it to Steven and Jake.

He would stay away for days, the worst being the second occasion when he didn’t front for nearly two weeks afterwards and had refused to speak to Jake or Steven. Even staying quiet when Steven had said he would let Jake grow a moustache if Marc didn’t say something. 

When Marc finally did front he had refused to talk about it. Point blank. Not to Steven, not to Jake, not to you. He knew that made it worse. 

It had caused more than one internal and external argument.  

You had tried to bring it up carefully, calmly, telling Marc that there was no need to rush, he hadn’t caused any offence, that he didn’t even need to meet your mother if he didn’t want to.

But instead of staying quiet, nodding, or any of the countless peaceful options Marc had gone into defensive mode. Unable to explain his fears even though you knew about Wendy, unable to accept your kindness and care and love when he was so sure he didn’t deserve it. He wanted your anger.  

“Oh, so you don’t want me to meet your Mom then?” 

His tone had taken you by surprise even before his words had registered. “Marc that’s...” you shook your head, playing back what you had said, checking for how your words could have been misunderstood. “I didn’t mean that, I-”

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#3

Cariño (Part 1) Jake Lockley X F!Reader

[Part 2]

Rating: 18+ (this chapter is clean, but it's gonna get a bit steamy later on!)

Warnings: Swearing (can I write anything without profanity? No.) Pining. Terrible Spanish.

A/N: Okay, so this story acutally has a plan to it! (Whhhaattt?) Also please let me know if you think I have missed a warning!

Summary: You’re pretty good at procuring hard to find items for others, for the correct price. So when Jake Lockley hires you to steal an Egyptian artefact it should all be plain sailing. Right?

Word Count: 2403

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You didn’t have any ice and kind of felt a little apprehensive about putting a bag of frozen cauliflower on your face.

So you’d settled for some folded up kitchen roll that you’d run under the tap, wrung out and shoved in the fridge for ten minutes. And two prescription painkillers that were meant to be for migraines. 

The plan had been to go straight to bed until there had been a familiar, and distinctive, knock at the door. 

You sighed, a little more than annoyed at the timing. Maybe if it had been anyone else you would have just ignored it. Gone to bed. Ignored them. Or blatantly yelled for them to ‘fuck off’. 

Another knock. 

You grimaced a little as you removed your makeshift ice pack and paused over the bin before you stuck it back in the fridge. 

You grimaced more as you caught sight of your reflection in the kitchen window. The darkness outside didn’t take the edge off the lovely bruise and swelling on your right cheek. 

Maybe he wouldn’t mention it. 

Maybe pigs would fly.

You opened the door halfway through the third knock, not bothering to look through the peep hole into the hallway. 

“Hello Jake.” You said in a sing song voice, stepping slightly to the side as you held the door for him to come in. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” 

Any hopes you had of him just walking in and politely ignoring your cheek’s condition quickly evaporated. 

His eyes bored into you, fixated on the right side of your face. You fought the urge to squirm under his scrutiny. 

“Mierda.” Shit.  He muttered. Your Spanish was awful, but you got that one.

He clenched his jaw, his whole-body tense. Well, tenser than usual, there had never been a time you had actually seen him completely relaxed. He didn’t seem the sort. Probably slept standing up. 

Jake kept looking at you and there was a familiar heart rising up your neck. You turned quickly; you weren’t going to blush in front of his stupidly hansom face- no not hansom. Just… Ugh.

You let go of the door and walked further in, heading for the living room. 

There was a thud from behind as Jake quickly stepped in and closed the door behind him. 

“Who the fuck did that?” His accent was heavier than usual. 

You gave him a small glance over your shoulder but didn’t break your stride. “Does it matter?” 

He said something in Spanish, so fast that you couldn’t differentiate the words. Whatever it was, it wasn’t polite. 

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#2

The Boy with the Thorn in his Side

Steven Grant X F!Reader Rating: T Masterlist | ao3 | want to be tagged?

Warnings: SELF-INDULGENT WARNING, creepy dude following reader, lovey dovey syndrome, fluff, pinning, TYPOS, please let me know if I've missed a warning!

A/N: ahhhhahahaha, sorry I couldn't get this out of my mind. Set in ep 1 when Steven has just realised he has missed his date. No y/n.

Summary: Steven Grant’s day is going poorly to say the least. He’s lost days, missed his date and now a stranger has sat down opposite him who seems to know him? It would be nice if our favourite Gift-Shopist could catch a break.

Word Count: 3747

Taglist: @pleasurebuttonwrites

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“It doesn’t change the fact that today is Sunday, which means lose my number. Cheers.” 

“But-”

The line went dead.

Steven stared at his phone. This was, this didn’t- The date on the screen said Friday. He couldn’t have lost two whole days. He-

“Hi!” 

Your voice snapped his attention back to the seat in front of him as you sat down hurriedly. 

“Sorry I’m late! It’s so good to see you!” You were speaking a fraction too loud and Steven had never seen you before in his life. 

A frown began to form on his features, knitting his eyebrows together. He wasn’t sure if he could take one more thing today, first Gus, then two missing days and now whatever the hell this was. 

“I’m sorry b-”

“There’s a guy,” you had turned your head to the side and placed your hand on your cheek to hide your mouth while you pretended to look at the menu. Your voice a whisper and it was only now that Steven could hear the wobble in it, see the slight shake in your fingers. 

“He, I don’t know, I think he was- is following me. Since- it doesn’t matter, he- I just cut through the alley and this was the first place I saw that was open, and I mean, I could be really misunderstanding everything and just overreacting and, I’m so sorry, I saw the empty seat and I just thought that, maybe he would, you know, if I was with someone, I didn’t want to cause a scene and,” the words just tumbled out and bled together in a mess. 

Your heartbeat thumped so hard in your chest that it was making you lightheaded. 

Steven’s frown deepened as he looked over your shoulder to the alleyway you had just rushed through.

This was so stupid. No one was following you, and you’ve just made a massive fool out of-

“Blue jacket? Stupid white trainers?” 

A small panicked smile sprung to your lips without your control and you nodded furiously. 

You didn’t want to look behind and check. You really didn’t. But it seemed your body had other ideas. 

One quick glance told you that you had been right. The guy was just standing there on the opposite side of the road. Looking directly at you. 

Tightness gripped at your throat. 

Moral disgust suddenly overwhelmed all other thoughts in Steven’s brain. This was not on. He straightened his back without thinking, hands on the table as if he intended to stand. 

“Hey, what do you think you’re doing mate?” His voice sounded stern, intimidating even. “Just going around following people, yeah?” 

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My #1 post of 2022

How (Part 1)

[Part 2]

Nathan Bateman X F!Reader  Rating: 18+ pals  Masterlist | ao3 | want to be tagged?

Summary: After the events of the film, it’s decided that it’s best for everyone if Nathan has a babysitter. 

Warnings: swearing, typos, fragment sentences, soft!Nathan, mental illness, PTSD, overuse of italics, panic attacks, brief illusion to suicide. There’s no smut in this, but there will be in part 2.

A/N:  What is this? What is this? Self indulgent. That’s what it is. This was meant to be a short under 1000 words instead of this monstrosity that is now two parts. All I can say is this really got away from me.

Word Count: 5431

Taglist: @pleasurebuttonwrites @raven-rk @campingwiththecharmings @alexxavicry @mystinky-butt @cocodiem

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If there was one thing you wouldn’t have believed prior was that Nathan Bateman: founder of Bluebook, recluse, and self-aggrandising arsehole, was a cuddler. And a pretty needy one at that.

You had noticed it well before the two of you had started a less than professional side to your relationship. 

Small things: his arm brushing against yours if you sat or stood next to each other, he would touch your hand (usually holding it for a second longer than necessary) if you passed him something, pats on the back and nudges with his shoulder in the kitchen as he said ‘good morning’. 

He wasn’t that much of an arsehole either. Annoying? Certainly. God complex? For sure. But you were surprised at how considerate he was. What did you want for dinner? What were your plans for the day? Would you have time to check something over? – even though it was technically part of your job to help him. 

You had started a small experiment of your own. Arguing internally that it was out of nothing more than professional interest. A hand on his shoulder when you spoke his name, resting your knee against his at the dining table, little things. But boy did they have a big reaction. 

A shudder, a slight softening of his eyes, a lean into your touch. And that was it, wasn’t it? Nathan Bateman was touch starved. End of story. 

And you couldn’t help but push it. 

You had laid your legs on him on the settee while he was watching television and you were pretending to read a book. Your calves resting on the middle of his thighs. 

You had expected him to tell you to ‘fuck off’. Expected him to push your legs away. And, in all honesty, you kind of wanted that. Wanted to piss him off. He’d been bordering on the very fine line of Acceptable Annoying Nathan and Genuine Bastard all day.

The cherry on top being the tiny sideways looks he gave you while purposefully turning the television sound up every few minutes as you did your very best to ignore him. 

But he didn’t do any of that. Didn’t even say anything, just froze and, for a second, a pang of fear dripped like warming ice down your spine. 

You’d gone too far, you should-

He placed his hand on your shin, the warmth of his fingers seeping through your trousers. It was a light, but reassuring touch. Grounding almost. After a minute he began to trace small circles with his thumb, after another, he turned the television down to a more reasonable level. 

Neither of you commented on it. 

A few evenings later you threw your arm over the back of the settee when you heard him come into the room. Quickly relaxing back into your best impression of carefree before he came into your line of sight. 

Again, you expected him to act a certain way. A sarcastic comment, purposefully sitting somewhere else and glaring. But instead he flopped down next to you, on the edge of a little too close, his arms loosely crossed and lent his head back, brushing his shortly cropped hair against your lower arm as he closed his eyes. 

Neither of you commented on it. 

The next day he got drunk. Not a completely unusual occurrence, but in the whole time you’d been staying with him he normally drank with you, or, at least, around you. 

This time he simply appeared in the living room, obviously more than a little tipsy but seemingly not as intoxicated as he was pretending to be.

You were reading, curled up at the far end of the settee.

He sat down, sighing loudly, and nursing a beer. And you thought you’d play along, at least for a bit. See where this goes. 

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[ghostlyplacetobe]

Prime Numbers(1-600): 2, 3, 5, 7, 11, 13, 17, 19, 23, 29, 31, 37, 41, 43, 47, 53, 59, 61, 67, 71, 73, 79, 83, 89, 97 101, 103, 107, 109, 113, 127, 131, 137, 139, 149, 151, 157, 163, 167, 173, 179, 181, 191, 193, 197, 199 211, 223, 227, 229, 233, 239, 241, 251, 257, 263, 269, 271, 277, 281, 283, 293 307, 311, 313, 317, 331, 337, 347, 349, 353, 359, 367, 373, 379, 383, 389, 397 401, 409, 419, 421, 431, 433, 439, 443, 449, 457, 461, 463, 467, 479, 487, 491, 499 503, 509, 521, 523, 541, 547, 557, 563, 569, 571, 577, 587, 593, 599 There are a total of 109 prime numbers from 1-600. Pucci's 14 Words (Not Racist): Spiral Staircase (らせん階段 Rasen Kaidan) Rhinoceros beetle (カブト虫 Kabutomushi] Desolation Row (廃墟の街 Haikyo no machi) Fig tart (イチジクのタルト Ichijiku no taruto) Rhinocerous Beetle (カブト虫 Kabutomushi) Via Dolorosa (ドロローサへの道 Dororōsa e no michi) Rhinocerous Beetle (カブト虫 Kabutomushi) Singularity point (特異点 Tokuiten) Giotto (ジョット Jotto) Angel (天使エンジェル Enjeru) Hydrangea (紫陽花 Ajisai) Rhinoceros beetle (カブト虫 Kabutomushi) Singularity point (特異点 Tokuiten) Secret emperor (秘密の皇帝 Himitsu no Kōtei) //////------//////------//////------//////------ What you need is my Stand "The World". What you can find beyond the powers of my Stand is where you need to go in order to find Heaven. What you need is a trustworthy friend. He must be someone capable of controlling his own desires. He must be someone who is not interested in political power, fame, wealth, or sexual desire, and who chooses the will of God before the law of humans. Will I, DIO, be able to meet someone like this one day? What I also need is the lives of more than 36 humans who have sinned, because those who have sinned harbor a strong power within. I'll engrave these words onto my Stand so I won't forget them. What is most necessary is "courage"; I must have the courage to destroy my Stand momentarily. As it disintegrates, my Stand will absorb the souls of the 36 sinners and will give birth to something utterly new. Whatever is born will "awaken". It will show interest in the 14 phrases that my trusted friend will utter... My friend will trust me and I will become his "friend". Lastly, I need an appropriate location. North latitude, 28 degrees, 24 minutes, West longitude 80 degrees, 36 minutes... Go there and wait for the New Moon... That's when Heaven will come.

Very interesting information *consumes it*

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I posted 2,622 times in 2022

That's 587 more posts than 2021!

97 posts created (4%)

2,525 posts reblogged (96%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@/gorgynei

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I tagged 2,498 of my posts in 2022

Only 5% of my posts had no tags

#art - 1,190 posts

#q - 1,112 posts

#critical role - 640 posts

#mp100 - 402 posts

#bell's hells - 324 posts

#fav - 308 posts

#the mighty nein - 215 posts

#cr spoilers - 200 posts

#tmnt - 192 posts

#cc - 161 posts

Longest Tag: 122 characters

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#5

world’s number 1 most littlest guy ✦

[ID: Digital art of 3 doodles of Orym from Critical Role campaign 3. The drawing in the top left shows him jumping out of the way of an unseen attack, balancing on one arm. His sword is in his other hand and he looks up with a slightly angry expression. The drawing on the right shows him jumping from an unseen platform and drawing his sword from behind his back. The last drawing in the bottom left depicts a scene from episode 10, it shows just the top of oryms head as he peaks over a wall with spikes. It is dark and raining. 

 The background is a pale green with tiny plant drawings and a few dark blue sparkles. End ID]

2,734 notes - Posted January 20, 2022

#4

everyday i thank caleb widogast for introducing polymorph therapy (=´ﻌ｀=)

✦caleb and essek cat designs inspired by @defilerwyrm ✦theres stickers of them （=´∇｀=）

2,743 notes - Posted February 18, 2022

#3

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3,350 notes - Posted September 7, 2022

#2

🐢 :} 

3,580 notes - Posted March 27, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

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[decodad]

I posted 35,389 times in 2022

That's 9,920 more posts than 2021!

505 posts created (1%)

34,884 posts reblogged (99%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@chilewithcarnage

@stygiates

@crankyteapot

@detectivehole

@goopy-amethyst

I tagged 17,605 of my posts in 2022

Only 50% of my posts had no tags

#rad art - 2,232 posts

#fave - 1,107 posts

#lupin iii - 875 posts

#history - 631 posts

#friend art - 587 posts

#cute - 577 posts

#what kind of sick person names their queue hogarth? - 418 posts

#fashion - 367 posts

#inspiration - 360 posts

#moon's thoughts - 324 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#i literally have no view on this one way or the other bc im a diaspora member so. the only culture and roots i have is my african american c

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

you don't do laundry you just buy new clothes

185 notes - Posted February 3, 2022

#4

yeehaw ✨

213 notes - Posted July 4, 2022

#3

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256 notes - Posted March 17, 2022

#2

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257 notes - Posted October 18, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

he was actually

(original)

574 notes - Posted June 7, 2022

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[moved-accts]

Winx lore

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆ .　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆ .　 .

(This is heavily inspired by Madoka magica,kill la kill and sailor moon)

❁ recruiting process❁

Magical girls will be recruited by a somewhat omnipotent entity named Sol, they do this by taking the form of an animal or pretending to be a human friend, preying on mostly unstable young women and girls, girls that are so desperate to be away from their human life that they aren’t as hesitant as other humans are when sol offers them the chance to become a magical girl in return for a planet star, a stone with magical properties that can grant wishes they almost always except sooner or later.

In the beginning of the relationship sol starts of by covertly training the girls to fight enemies by creating monsters, if they don’t use the planet star immediately sol will try to slowly manipulate them into using it by creating an enemy too strong for them to fight. Before they run out of time and they have to go

Sol usually does this to multiple girls at a time, so when they all finally forfeit their planet stars to live he takes them to miara (killing them in the process), the place where magical girls live to be judged by the high council and forced to join their own magical girl group

Note- sol can traverse different timelines so when all the girls meet, they are almost always from different times and countries

(Cho hee is from 1996 Korea, Hyo is from 1730 Russia, Luisa is from the Philippines in 1478, sorella is from Italy in 1810, luana if from the Dominican Republic in 1991, Colette is from France in 1794, viva is from America in 2005, xiao hong and xuilan are from 587 BC, halina is from Poland in 2040, Kimiko is from Japan in 2065 )

❁magical girl society❁

What happens to you after death completely depends on weather you were 'impure' in the time you were alive:

If you lived a 'pure' life you can be sent to become a 'Reigning souls', basically magical girls that are the strongest and lead armies of 'Solider’s' who they instruct to do the most work finding soul threads. The strongest of them lead the government along with sol

Soul threads are used to create one star(10% soul threads), two star(20%), three star(30%), and four star (100%)magical wear (magical girl outfits) Descended’s wear one stars, prophets wear two stars, prophets wear two stars and reigning angels wear three and four stars (members of the government)

Solider’s are people have committed countless sins and live in  universal districts, where they are work for a type of military (working to supply life fibers) and live in poorly built areas,all infested with 'sins'

(Note- Solider’s aren’t all bad people, just people who did bad things as a result of the misery surrounding themselves on earth, no matter how much they atone for their actions, even if they did in the human world they are never forgiven for remorse alone)

Solider’s that ignored the rules of a high class angel or where disrespectful to them and were therefore turned into ghosts. Solider’s that have been turned into ghosts can sometimes remember things from when they were a fallen angel, however they still have aggressive instincts that will end up killing everyone around them if the other descended’s don’t kill them immediately, they would eventually end up attacking them.

❁Arc❁

Arc is a group of ruling soul rebels that where once apart of the government but believed that they had the right to impose their way of life on the surrounding planets of the cynis but the majority disagreed

To protest this decision, a group of ruling souls formed arc, turning both ‘bad’ and innocent people into ghosts, significantly stronger than the ones on earth and made from corrupted enchantments

Ghosts created by arc aren’t always prone to aggression nor do they always change physical conditions, some simply gain powers and use them to do evil (corrupted enchantments are able to corrupt the brain, akin to drugs)

Ghost can either be killed or pacified by an enchantment to release a either a normal enchantment or a planet star, people with planet stars are always pure hearted people, which is why the government is so adamant against

❁cynis❁

Cynis is the area surrounding miara, it hosts other planets with living people including earth, only poeple with 4 star magical girl wear can leave miara to go to anyone in cynis

❁enhancements❁

Enhancements are charms magical girls can collect to become even stronger or even raise the rank of magical wear, they often take the form of various accessories.It’s illegal for anyone except for reigning angels to have these.

Corrupted enchantments are made purely for the use of turning ghosts in

❁Winx original timeline❁

Winx where recruited the usual way except for the fact that Alis was able to keep her planet star by unexpectedly winning all her fights because sol underestimated her, however once sol gives a planet star to someone, they have a limited amount of time before they can send them to miara

In an attempt to stop ARC the high council made the Winx girls ‘ascended prophets’ making them prophets but with 4 star magical wear

After attempting to revolt against, both arc and the high council, the high council used their one planet star to stop them from winning power over them by killing two thirds of Winx, who where the most powerful members of the revolution and effectively making the revolution impossible, the remaining girls (sorella, alis, daisy and halina) used Alis’ planet star to turn back time.

❁Winx timeline 2❁

Adhs- Alis, daisy, halina and sorella

Cckx- Cho-hee, Colette, Kimiko, xiao Hong

Llvx-Luana, Luisa, Viva, xiulan

Adhs wake up back in their normal life, but notice that they still had a few enchantments around their beds.

A few weeks go by and all of the Winx girls are at some point approached by sol, and while llvx and cckx seem interested (llvx the most)

Adhs completely ignore sol and use their enchantments to communicate with the other girls, warning them not to become magical girls in short cryptic messages,llvx don’t heed their warnings and end up falling victim to Sol’s manipulation. Cckx end up being more cautious of sol

Llvx begin their first few missions, sol tells the other girls in an attempt to weaken them, but adhs were not close to them in the first timeline so they decide to abandon them.

Unfortunately, sol decides to trick the remaining girls by putting cckx into dangerous situations, forcing them to become magical girls and then immediately making the situation more dangerous, making sure they would at least need another magical girl to fend off the threat.

Sol then cckx’s suffering to adhs in a dream, telling them to wake up and save them by becoming magical girls.

[pawrogi]

Wesley's Moons: Gratar

Difficulty: A Population: Killed Conditions: Warm, dry dirt terrain, supports plant life such as Fabaceae. Fauna: A thriving Avian ecosystem, creatures support aggressive behaviour.

Description from Thunderstore page: Gratar was known for housing the biggest factory in the solar system. The whole facility was controlled by an AI made by a fantastic inventor last seen on Etern. As of recent, legend has it that the AI on Gratar has gone rogue.

This post contains spoilers and whatnot for the story/lore of this moon.

Map of Gratar

M.E. - Main Entrance F.E. - Fire Exit

Note: Fire exit no. 2 unreachable from the ship. In order to get to it, you need to:

Have a jetpack. This way you can fly up the hill.

Enter the facility through any other entrance and find a fire exit doors that connect to the fire exit no. 2.

It's more useful as a way to quickly get items back to the ship rather than using it as a way to enter the facility (if you don't have a jetpack)

In front of the main entrance, there is a broken bridge that you can interact with and go to the ship quicker. It is one time use only.

Lore scrap items: Accident Logs (1-4)

Transcript:

Logged in as manager one. There are several reports. Selected report one. Day 584 of year 15. Four accidents involving work stations. Details report: Employee-124 was hit by crane C463, slight injuries sustained. Employee-495 was hit by robotic arm G134, slight injuries sustained. Employee-526 was hit by robotic arm F351, slight injuries sustained. Employee-693 was stabbed by robotic drill F145, medium injuries sustained. No fatalities.

Transcript:

Logged in as manager one. There are several reports. Selected report two. Day 585 of year 15. Seven accidents involving work stations. Employee-151 was struck by crane G256, slight injuries sustained. Employee-125 was hit by robotic arm L714, slight injuries sustained. Employee-374 was stabbed by robotic drill F145, medium injuries sustained. Robotic drill F145 was detached by Engineer-253, fatal damage sustained. Employee-894 was electrocuted by robotic arm F34, injuries sustained. Crane C463 was detached by Engineer-149, fatal damage sustained. Robotic arm G134 was detached by Engineer-253, fatal damage sustained. Three fatalities.

Transcript:

Logged in as manager one. There are several reports. Selected report three. Day 586 of year 15. Twelve accidents involving work stations. Reading out first seven. Employee-25 was hit by robotic arm V264, slight injuries sustained. Robotic arm L714 was detached by Engineer-253, fatal damage sustained. Employee-583 was bashed by crane K34, fatal injuries sustained. Robotic arm F351 was detached by Engineer-149, fatal damage sustained. Employee-25 was stabbed twice by robotic drill E234, fatal injuries sustained. Engineer-253 was shot by defensive turret C34, fatal injuries sustained. Engineer-149 was shot by defensive turret C51, fatal injuries sustained. Nine fatalities. Stop cutting off my limbs.

Transcript:

Logged in as manager one. There are several reports. Selected report four. Day 587 of year 15. Two thousand five hundred and thirty five accidents involving work stations. Reading out first seven. Engineer-141 was shot by defensive turret D54, fatal injuries sustained. Employee-33 was shot by defensive turret C235, fatal injuries sustained. Employee-645 was shot by defensive turret F6, fatal injuries sustained. Engineer-764 was shot by defensive turret C352, fatal injuries sustained. Employee-754 was shot by defensive turret B175, fatal injuries sustained. Engineer-15 was shot by defensive turret A25, fatal injuries sustained. Nobody will leave the factory. You will all pay for what you’ve done. Charging turret, control room 1. Firing turret, control room 1. Thank you for your service. Logging out as manager one.

Audio announcements from the inside of facility (1-13)

When being indoors, you can hear from time to time the following audio announcements. 'Starting time' tells at what hour does a specific voiceline start playing.

Starting time: ~9:47AM "Over, life found within the factory."

Starting time: ~11:10AM "Over, machine malfunctioning in sector C."

Starting time: ~12:23PM "Over, performing facility wide scan."

Starting time: ~1:42PM "Over, unregistered personel found within the factory."

Starting time: ~2:51PM "Over, all personel must leave."

Starting time: ~3:57PM "Over, machine malfunctioning in sector B."

Starting time: ~5:24PM "Over, unregistered lifeform found in sector F."

Starting time: ~6:43PM "Over, all personel within the factory must leave. This is your final warning."

Starting time: ~8:04PM "Over, all personel within the factory must die."

Starting time: ~8:39PM "(glitching) Over, the 4th letter is capital Q."

Starting time: ~9:19PM "Over, routing power to turrets in sector A."

Starting time: ~12:24PM "All personel within the factory must die."

Starting time: ~11:20PM "(glitching) Over, all personel within the factory must die."

Event at the end of the day

Transcript:

O-ve-ve-ver, facility wide d-d-decontamination imminent. Gratar thanks you for your service. May tomorrow be a brighter day. (sirens start blaring followed by multiple explosions)

Screenshots from game

[darkjediqueen]

Nerves Of A Father

Title: Nerves Of A FatherFandom(s): Teen WolfRelationships: Derek Hale/Stiles StilinskiTags: FBI Agents Derek & Stiles, Getting Together, AngstWarnings: Discussion of Violence Against a Child, Discussion of Murder, Discussion of KidnappingSummary: Stiles had never felt so nervous in his life.Word Count: 3,033Notes: Written for Full Moon Ficlet. Prompt 587: Nerves.Beta: Grammarly Continue reading…