#my next post wont be wholesome at all

[konenichi]

Im getting really into this game lol

[byuqi]

i loved ur nct dream post!! could u do how they plan to confess to u/how it goes pls? thank u 💗

EI’S NOTES: hihi tysm for enjoying it!! yes ofc :)

NCT DREAM — CONFESSING TO YOU

pairing: nctdream x gn!reader, genre: fluff, warnings: reader gets called pretty, thats all!

마크 MARK LEE — lil’ picnic date

— he would be so slick with it honestly

— plan everything out with your friends and stuff, you wouldn’t even KNOW what was happening

— mans would literally pull out all his receipts of what you told him you liked, ect

— you were going on about your day and your friends asked go to the beach at like 5pm

— you were like??? but still went

— arrived there and immediately ran on the sand thinking your friends were behind you but no

— you get to the main beach area and all you see is mark, standing there with flowers next to a lit up tent with blankets and pillows and stuff

— he was nervous as ever i wont lie but didnt look like it

— you would jus stand there like 😧😧😧😧

— he would find it so cute and pull you closer to him

— he would then confess to you about how much he likes you,, and luckily you like him too!

— the rest of the night is spent cuddling and laughing about memories you have with each other

런쥔 HUANG RENJUN — while cuddling in bed

— starting off, you two were childhood bsfs and you two were really close so cuddling was something normal between you too

— but it was extra cold this specific night so you were lying super tight against renjun

— his cheeks were red because of it and thats kinda when he realises he should confess tonight

— he had liked you ever since 4th grade but didnt know when to tell you honestly

— as you two are watching whatever was on the tv, renjun turns to you to look at you and he’s honestly so mesmerised by you

— you catch him staring and ask him “what?” while smiling and he kinda loses it there

— he thinks you’re literally so pretty cuddled against him that he literally cant stop looking at you

— “yn” he would call out while looking at you

— you would turn to him and smile with a little “mhm”

— and he would confess right there

— and to his luck the smile on your face doesn’t get smaller, but instead bigger

— once he finishes you kiss his cheek and tell him you like him too

— he feels like the luckiest man on earth knowing you’re his

제노 LEE JENO — while baking

— so wholesome omfg

— you two are like bsfs right?

— and hes spending the night over bc thats what you two always did on a friday

— tonight was different tho cus you both could feel like a tension

— so to get rid of it, you suggest that you two bake muffins

— everything goes well until jeno throws you with flour making your hair full of the white powder

— after that you two basically have a mini food fight which ends up with jeno chasing you around the house

— once he catches you he lifts you in the air and spins you around while youre laughing

— its like the most happy you two had been in a while too bc you both were smiling and laughing the whole time

— once he puts you down he spins you so that you face him

— you hold onto his shoulders for balance but soon realise how close you both are

— thats when he just confesses to you

— youre like “😧” and then you go “🤭” bc you like him sm

— after his confession you lean up to kiss him, which then leaves him stunned, and make a run for it

— best believe he will catch you and tickle you to death

해찬 LEE HAECHAN — after being away from you

— my man fr guys😍

— hes on tour living his idol life and youre at home lowk just waiting for him to come back

— its no secret to the boys that he likes you and is always teasing him about it

— you both are also used to him leaving for periods of time but this time was just too long

— he was gone for about 2 months this time which was the longest he had ever been away from you

— and it started to hit him real hard

— although the facetiming worked in the beginning, now it was just getting frustrating for the both of you

— by the end of the trip, haechan was so ready to just get out of there and be in your arms

— once he landed in korea, he quickly bought you a lil something and rushed to your house

— you knew he was coming today, but only later as he told you they were waiting for their managers to pick them up

— so you were super confused when you heard the bell ring

— when you opened the door you were met with haechan himself

— you stood there for a minute before actually realising it was him

— the moment he saw you, he knew he was home and he couldn’t wait any more to tell you how he really feels

— as you guys stopped hugging, he immediately leaned in to capture your lips

— you gladly accepted the kiss and wrapped your arms around his neck to kiss him deeper

— after that you both literally went to sleep while cuddling bc he jus missed you sm🥹

재민 NA JAEMIN — you confess to him

— see what i did here?😭😭😭

— honestly he would try to confess first to you but in your opinion he was taking too long so you too matters into your own hands

— you two were hanging out at the mall

— and when he would see something he thinks would look good on you, he would make you try it on and he would lowk spoil you

— once you both were done, you went to eat a little something

— this is when he decides hes gonna confess bc he cant help but feel some type of way when the guys at the mall look at you

— as you guys are waiting for the food to arrive you two would make small talk but you knew you had to say something before the day had ended

— so as you two are walking out the mall, finished shopping and eating, you decide to go get ice-cream

— as youre waiting for him, you sit on the bench gathering all your thoughts

— once he sits down beside you, you confess to him

— he sits there with his mouth wide open because he wanted to confess to you first

— so he looks at you with a pout and says how he wanted to confess to you first

— but nonetheless hes happy you confessed bc he confessed to you too

— and when you two were walking home, you were holding hands

천러 ZHONG CHENLE — in the heat of an argument

— okay so senario, you guys were arguing about you being super close with one of the other nct boys and chenle didnt like it

— basically you were hanging with the whole nct group right?

— and the whole nct dream group knew chenle had a thing for you but the others didnt

— so you were sitting next to chenle and jungwoo

— and you and jungwoo were having a good conversation and jungwoo then suddenly placed his hand around your shoulder

— and chenle saw this and started getting angry but didnt wanna show it yk?

— but then you sudden leaned into jungwoo while laughing at something he said

— thats really set him off and he suddenly stood up and walked outside

— you took notice of this and decided to go after him because you really did care for him

— once you get outside you decide to sit next to him

— “you alright?” you would ask and he would suddenly blow up in your face

— and you would be so shocked bc what tf??

— thats when you both start arguing about the whole thing and youre just trying to understand where hes coming from and stuff

— thats when he says “bc i like you! i like you so much and seeing you with him breaks my heart” and you could see how much it hurt him

— before he walks away you pull him closer to you and leave a little peck in his lips before saying “thats crazy cause i like you too wierdo” and smile at him

— he just looks at you for a moment before smiling and leaning back to you for another kiss

지성 PARK JISUNG — over the phone

— hes so cute mann

— he would be too scared to do it in person, so the boys told him to do it over the phone instead since they knew he wouldn’t do it in person

— so hes like okay

— and one night while you guys were texting

— he asks to phone you and you say yes

— as you two are sitting on the phone theres like an awkward silence between you two

— and youre kinda confused and ask jisung if hes okay and he says yes

— a moment later you decide to say bye and end the call bc it was late and you wanted to sleep but jisung was like “no! not yet uh- i want to tell you something”

— so youre like okay….? that’s wierd

— and youre sitting there he takes a deep breath and just started confessing everything to you

— and youre sitting there with a blush on your face waiting for him to finish so that you can tell him you like him too

— and once he finishes he lets out a breath

— theres another silence before he says “you know what ignore that im sorry goodnight yn!” and before he puts off you call his name again

— “jisung wait! i like you too, alot”

— his ear would turn so red omfg and his cheeks would too

— “o-oh okay, so are we like boyfriend and girlfriend now?” he would ask softly

— you would laugh and say yes and then say goodnight to him

— “goodnight girlfriend” he would say excitedly

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[ari-the-silly]

Day 5 of rtc oct- Headcanon :P

I have kinda a lot but most wont come to mind rn so lets just take them like this

The fact that Penny and Ezra named every single of the monsters under their bed, i made a post about it some time ago and its now officially my headcanon

Mischa was one of those kids that his mom had to forcefully drag him inside when he was playing in parks with his neighbours

Ocean cut herself bangs and now hides them with her headband

Penny and Ricky would've kissed under the slides as kids. Their parents caught them and grounded both

Constance didnt want to work at the Blackwood café when she was younger, she wanted to be a nurse, but gave up when she started learning how to bake

Ricky draws. OFTEN. He has hidden drawings of Zolar around his room

Constance crochets for the choir plushies

Noel, Ocean and Constance were like a trio in kindergarten and everyone pushed them to stay together since pre-k to senior year

Mischa has 1 plushie he managed to keep since when he was in ukraine. It is an ikea shark plushie (BLÅHAJ)

Talia is a scene kid

Ricky has given all of his 14 cats very silly names (such as Soup or Giggleshitter)

Talia's mom and Mischa's mom know each other and the two found out way too late, they used to have playdates when they were babies

Penny and Talia are best friends after the accident

Constance is very good with kids and loves them, but when she was younger she despised the idea of having a sibling. She started crying and shouting that her brother wasnt part of their family when her parents came home with him

Talia is the worst influence there exists on this earth and she doesnt even do it on purpose

Noel doesnt talk to anyone about Monique

Noel will never admit it, but he is closer to Ocean than with Constance because him and Ocean were forced together by their parents

Noel is #1 blackrose shipper

Ricky and Constance #1 nischalia shippers

Mischa is #1 spacedolls shipper

Noel, Ocean and Talia are theatre kids

Talia moved to Uranium for Mischa (right after he died)

Talia's name "Talia" is an inside joke between her and Mischa. Her actual nickname is Naty (which is an actual nickname used for the name natalya)

I dont care what others say, Talia and Noel would be best friends. Their names come from the same exact latin words and both mean Christmas. AND ALSO I feel like Talia would get along with Noel so well even though Noel is probs dying over Mischa and Talia is literally dating him. They would both go over their favourite movies and actors and everything and it would just be so wholesome and heartwarming

Ocean is an ace lesbian (WOW WHO WOULD HAVE GUESSED WHAT AN OBSERVATION)

Talia is a fan of the movie thirteen(2003) and The Virgin Suicides

Ricky has pictures of the whole choir on his wall. He didnt necessarily want them, but he keeps them there (they are all stacked in the same picture frame and the others are just pics of his cats)

Penny has patches in her uniform. Every single time she does a shenanigan, she manages to somehow ruin her uniform even more. All of the patches are colourful and vibrant next to the dull uniform

Ezra has a favourite cat of Ricky's. Its Meowser, a siamese cat. Meowser hates Penny.

Ezra probably cant see through his glasses anymore cause he either broke them and scratched them so much they are foggy or his vision has changed and he needs a new prescription

Ocean also needs glasses but she refuses to get them

Ricky had braces

Penny needed to have braces (she has an overbite) but didnt have hoe to get them so now she had slight crooked teeth

Talia and Ocean straighten the hell out of their hair

Ocean is gonna be bald by the age of 35 if she doesnt stop straightening her hair

Talia dyes her hair

So does Constance

Ricky dyed his hair to black and hates it then went blonde and hated it then went back to his natural hair colour and decided to never dye his hair again

Noel keeps trying to make Ocean dye her hair black or brown, Ocean always refuses saying that dye is artificial, toxic and bad for the enviroment

Ocean rants about anything and everything

So does Noel, but people get him better than Ocean

THATS ALL I HAVE FOR NOW PRETTY BASIC SHIT ANYWAYS AYAYAYYAYAAYA :33

[puppet-purgatory]

you won't post 1 headcanon for every puppet. you wont

i WILL. AND i'll do it in chronological order from appearance (more or less). but it will be under a readmore after the first season so i dont interrupt anyones scrollin

The Professor: i think in addition to growing a bit from Dino DNA(tm) he also has feathers now. just some feathers in there with his fur. maybe even molts and is miserable about it

Death: he plays guitar And piano, but just as a hobby. he's like a salaryman who had a garage band as a teenager and never fully gave up on the dream

Propeller: propeller SADSTUCK: i think he legitimately had to go to therapy for the britannica shit that happened. PH feels like it would be that realistic about mental health tbh

Big Pile of Diamonds: his mustache is fake. his greatest secret. his greatest shame.

God: he actually really likes to dance! unfortunately next 2 no one will do it since... The Incident

Train: does he not have a better name... maybe put a mr. in front of there... anyway he feels betrayed by the U.S. since they gave up the train model for highways/interstates and the motorcar industry. gets REALLY heated about it

Mt. Vesuvius: has a bunch of speeches given by famous latin authors and orators memorized, but sometimes he mashes them up without realizing/misattributes which one was written by whom. old man moments

Hatshepsut's Goose: can't remember what their gender was in life. that's fine, they love being a nonbinary icon. AMAB (Assigned Mummy at (em)Balming)

Clipped Coin: dodges the spool's wrath by being unflappable and so down to earth despite his apparent success. truly the king of staying in his own lane

Olympic Torch: hes a cranky piece of shit and only really enjoys sporting competition. he was complaining about being in the group puzzle photo so god just picked him up and he went ffffffffffine. okay. ill smile for 2 seconds

Gay Oars: i think they Also went to therapy, mostly relationship counseling, and now they are back and better than Ever. unbreakable bond. im abt to pen a whole ass comic series about them getting married in purgatory

Policarpa's Spool: still thinks of himself as a spy type, but there's only so much spying he can do in... purgatory. of course, his primary nemesis is the treasure chest.

Lake Donner Snowman: idk if this counts as a headcanon per se but in my very short list where i recast the puppets as famous singers, he is ABSOLUTELY voiced by Weird Al Yankovic.

St. Nick's Wet Bones: sort of taking the whole purgatory thing in stride. he kinda feels like he's in retirement! now he's a minor agent of chaos who's looked after by his darling Pickle Boys

Beast of Gevaudan: i was so sad when the infinitiger wasn't real, i wanted them to have a cooking show together so badly and destroy the horse's self-esteem. i love him. hes so abominably french

Stool of Gold: well-traveled, well-read, literally just as sensible as the Book or the Oars, but finds the chaos entertaining to spectate.

Ziryab's Oud: I think that the puppets have divvied up the whole Wondrium Arena and all have designated Living Areas, and he has a whole dressing room filled with shitty costumes he can't even wear. every time someone knocks he answers like hes on MTV's Cribs.

Bye Bye Brothers: they live in the orchestral pit and treat it like a secret lair. only other Murderer Puppets are allowed in. EXCLUSIVE club

Flower Boat: GNC Icon. this is a flower boat stan account. jenuinely a wholesome, emotional vessel doing their best to pitch in.

Molasses Horse: you can wash him as much as you want, that shit always just comes back somehow. the book theorizes it's psychosomatic at this point, since they're technically only souls at this point.

Tiny Piece of Wheat: bro i bet they went through SUCH phases after finding out about the professor's death. like all five stages of grief and then four more that have not yet been discovered by humans. dw kiddo, u got Grandparents incoming

Emu: the type of guy to fistfight you and then help you up. laid back but ready to throw down at a MOMENT'S notice. has no beef with the Wheat, but generally avoids them to keep from any Upsets.

Treasure Chest: has a little list of get-rick-quick schemes he wants to test, but has no way to in purgatory. he has one braincell bouncing around in his head like the DVD logo

Scabs & Pus: they get to hang out with the Bye Bye Brothers in their little club :) they're gross dudes to look at and be around. but they are ultimately harmless and friendly and just happy to be included.

Book: i love da book. I think he lives in the music library backstage and finds librettos for stageplays/musicals to pitch to the group to put on, as well as produces their little TV shows.

Birch Trees: since they share a root system, they have a telepathic link and communicate without even speaking, which is fucking creepy as hell when one or both of them just start laughing out of nowhere. they probably enjoy acting sinister

Asmodeus: he worked HARD on his song for the show!!!!! i think he's a bit of a ham sometimes when he gets the chance. also his goat head bites literally anything that comes close on reflex.

The Devil: while everything he does is to get souls, it also feels like he wants for positive and is less an Enemy of God and more an Irritating Coworker. in my brain they have a whole Tom and Jerry thing going on.

I don't have anything for the Fake Puppets the Substitute impersonated, but im planning on drawing some infinitiger soon bc he was my fave for sure

The Substitute: this is PURELY crack but i think it would be hilarious if he had voice commands like some tech does. i want him to climb back in the window and ryan just yells XBOX TURN OFF and he vanishes.

Dino Dad/Dinosir: i think even after he gets to the present and learns about all kinds of rocks and gems and crystals he Still just loves a big old rock he can lay on and sun himself with. like a dad and his armchair. doesnt gotta be fancy, just has to be comfy.

Dino Mom/Dinosara: i think she would be REALLY into the fake tv shows the puppets in the Wondrium Arena make. and they'd probably Love to have her as a fan. i think both the professor's parents are Hella popular.

[noahtally-famous]

finished s1 of the reboot a few days ago, so as promised here are my general thoughts (aka rambles) abt it!! (note, these are just my ops)

rate: 8/10!!! i gen love how the atmosphere was similar to that of tdi, which has been a rarity to come across for the other gens. the characters here actually interacted with each other outside of their teams and even just outside of their stereotypical characterizations! it felt like they were teens and not cardboard cutouts placed in a competition. it felt authentic

HOWEVER, i did dock points off bc while the reboot felt reminiscent to tdi, it leaned heavily more as a...competition-based dynamic?? like with tdi, the campers were just teens too, like they talked abt things that didn't just reolve around td. they were friends, they joked around, they teased each other, they snuck around and broke rules for the heck of it. it felt like they were actually staying there for the summer, nothing felt too rushed. tdi balanced competition with life outside of it for the characters. the reboot tried to do that, i feel like, but it sort of fell short. the environment was perfect, it was just the attitudes of the characters that didn't fit. everything seemed to be moving too quickly (tho that could be bc of the 13 eps count); no 'non-elimination' eps, no surprise attack eps, etc, and the characters interacted in an outside environment mostly for alliances and betrayals, not just bc they want to talk--and the few times they did, it was cut short for the competition

RAJBOW!!! they were sooo adorable and healthy!!! bowie catapulting himself to save raj!! the kiss!! but what i most loved was bowie straight-up telling raj that he doesn't want to date him during the show bc he's worried he'll hurt raj, and that after the show they can--AND that raj took it in stride, didn't get offended or took it personally! that kind of stuff is hard to come abt with td couples! im so glad that the first td gay couple was also one of the few healthy td couples! and them gushing abt the other in the confessionals??? adorable!

WAYNE AND RAJ!!! their friendship was so amazing!! wayne being all supportive of raj being gay, him being so happy when he saw raj and bowie kiss, and that confessional when he wondered if raj thought he wouldn't be and was horrified?? oh my god 😭 also him hinting to raj that he'd be supportive of him throughout that entire episode and they're literally falling down a cliff when raj's like "i gotta tell you smth" and wayne's immediately like "im listening" as they're falling to potential death, like hello??? they're so wholesome hfjdfhjfdkh and how they have each other's backs? when raj was getting attacked by that bird-thingie and wayne's like Ticked Off (and then they get their asses kicked) hdhfjjd they deserve sm they're literally a power duo

look. i adore priya winning the million as much as the next person, BUT i also think it'd be great for her character arc to not, you feel?? like maybe that'll help her realize or she'll realize along the way what her parents had been doing to her and how Concerning that was, and realize that just being on total drama is more than enough and not take it personally that she didn't win. i love priya tho she's fucking iconic like she was soooo good, and she did deserve that win regardless

props and kudos to that one chazee fic that got me shipping chazee without hesitation after reading it. and to ep5 for reinforcing my love for the ship, that was the good shit

bowie and julia's rivalry >>>

mk and julia >>>

damien!!! my guy!!! i love him!!!! he absolutely rocked ep5, also he was so real the entire time he was on there with how concerned he was abt everything 😭

episode 5 how i despise you sm...(i already wrote a separate post abt it so i wont rehash it again here. imma just say the only good things in it were rajbow, chazee moments, and damien). like however bad i thought it would be, it was so much worse

millie....well, she had me in the first half ngl, i was pretty iffy abt her. i thought her and priya's friendship was pretty cute tho, and how, in the second half of the season, she got excited to have a friend was v adorable, i partially changed my mind abt her post-merge. i like her, but i don't love her, y'feel? although i will say her redemption arc was solid, i loved how she and priya mended their friendship

zee, what a guy (he/they pronouns for them imo 💪). him going "we're an awesome team and we're voting YOU off chris!!" like it was the bestest idea ever. i wish, dude, i wish 😭 (and the fact that nobody was even planning on voting zee off until they put the red arrow over them, and bowie was like "can i revote?" had me losing it. the whole episode i was facepalming at zee, im sorry dude but seriously? just stick to not getting ideas, it'll be good for you 😭)

chase is like shippers when their fav ship isn’t canon so they pick apart every scene with the characters and romantically code it except he does it to (and abt) emma

okay don't get me wrong, julia was a great character and villain. i do understand where the writers came from making her win all those challenges to hype her up as this undefeatable force (which bowie does mention at one point) and how she had to win immunity to make it as far as she did--i get it, okay? but also...i thought it was kiiiind of op??? idk esp during the honey challenge, i thought it would have been classic td fashion to have chase win immunity when he got shot up by that geyser, like man didn't even try but he won immunity that would've been funny. or emma when she took the shortcut?? that'd make so much sense y'know? idk it felt like other characters were downplayed to boost julia up? like the winner of that challenge should have gone to emma or chase imo and not bowie or julia, like i gen was expecting while they were fighting for someone else to ring the bell ngl

i so get why ppl love the primary colors trio now (in a both platonic and romantic sense) they're such a mess

same with prillie, they're so!!!

chemma...oh god chemma. i hate their kissy-kissy honeymoon phase after emma forgave chase, it felt too similar to how gidgette was always all over each other (thank goodness for chemma it was mostly off-screen). anyway the only version of chemma i found entertaining was their chaotic dynamic in the beginning??? i get where fresh was coming from here too abt the realism of on/off relationships and how toxic they can be, but personally i like both characters when they're separate and she wants him dead while he's painfully oblivious. (i feel like im in the majority with this lmao)

emma ily but don't go back to chase goddammit! i know she thought it was bc he threw the challenge for her, and that in s2 they break up (again), but damn when he kept listing all the times he was 'selfless' i was like good god stop like there's no way it could get worse and then it did 😭 you deserve better emma

chase...i have many thoughts abt him, which i will write in a separate post. i remember already posting an analysis abt him like a year ago which i believe still stands imo with the addition of a couple more things. long story short i felt like personally some of his character was underutilized by the show to place him as a 'comic relief character whose pain is used for humor' which is a trend td is notorious for esp for male characters who are either dumbed down and/or infatuated (dave, chase, kind of tyler, cody, prob more i cannot remember rn). i feel like although he made it as far as he did--which, given what he does, im not surprised by--certain attributes abt him that were only mentioned (like the obvious: that he's an influencer who does crazy dares similar to the kind of stuff td does) could have been used to further enhance his character in the competition so ppl actually notice (I'll go into more detail abt it in the separate post). HOWEVER, i do like both chase and emma as characters (not as a ship), which may surprise some ppl considering chase seems to be widely despised in the fandom, but then again look at my track record (aka dave being one of my favs). they're both not fav tier (yet), but i like them. chase is a guy with a terrible personality, yes, but imo that just makes him interesting bc why is he this way, im ready to dissect him like a frog 😭

seeing shawn's cardboard cutout in axel's introduction only solidified my theory of him being a mentor-type figure to her for her apocalypse training. bc, as I've def said before in a prev post, having a cardboard cutout of himself for her to fight is exactly the kind of thing he'd do to toughen her up (smth smth survival is first priority over emotions and connections)

i think this may be the one season in which i actually like the entire cast while first-time-watching! the villains were fun to watch! chase was fun to watch! and yes, even ripper wasn't so bad--a year ago, i didn't rlly like him bc i'd only watched the first four eps but this time he grew on me lmao he's still a shitbag in s1 but he's kinda amusing i guess???

(also: that one nichelle and axel moment in the finale still scratches an itch in my brain, you can pry nichaxel from my cold, dead hands, i still love them 😭)

[colourful-paint]

CARETAKER COMIC AU!!

HELLO FOLKS!!

i am happy to announce a thing ive been workin on!

its a comic idea ive had for a while, its basically where you! yes you! are the 'caretaker' of the puppets!

in this AU all of the puppet cast is alive! (including Home) and you got the job of keeping them out of trouble, on schedule, and in great spirits!

though, the job isn't to babysit them, but its more like taking care of your co-workers!

im gonna try to make the characters as similar to cannon as possible!

also this is not a romantic thing at all!! there wont be any shipping except cannon stuff!

this is just a wholesome happy comic i wanna make! :]

im also planning on making this an interactive comic! that means that i will make a comic page, and then you will be able to decide what to do next!

i will be posting it on all of my platforms, but you will be able to decide on what to do next either on twitter with a poll or on tumbler in the ask box!

the tumbler ask box will be more like one off silly stuff or scenarios, and the progressive 'plot' would be decided on twitter since polls are easier to decide things!

the first comic page will hopefully come out in a few days! so stay tuned for that!

i also saw that another person did a similar idea of an AU on tumbler in written form, and i just wanna say i am in no way involved! i had this idea for months and have been working on it for a while! but i did really like what they wrote and wish the best for them! :]

also this is in no way affiliated with Clown or cannon in any way!! this is a fan project just for fun!

check out Clown's Welcome Home! its amazing!! <3 heres the link to my twitter for when i do a poll!! https://twitter.com/paint_colourful

im still new to tumbler so please tell me if i did something wrong! id really appreciate that :]

thank you for reading, have a wonderful day! <3

[ask-dcf]

Thats it for a bit

Imma be busy for the next couple of days so i wont be as fast as i was tonight... didnt think i would be. i think im starting to feel a bit better. Although i have 3 days of stress to deal with. Two days of work and my official doctor appointment for the meds ill start be taking. I still need alot of help and ill need to book a therapy soon. Luckily things seem to be slowly going back to normal. Which makes me happy.... but... im holding my breathe... cuz last time i thought everything was gonna be ok well... the last few nights really did damage me... so i will definitely need that help. Till then i may do one post per day for the next three days. Thats gonna depend though. i sorta need to work out the details of what just happened.... buuuut the good news is. I got something scheduled for tomorrow for valentines day. Expect wholesomeness.

I also wanna thank all the fans friends followers loved ones and family for doing their best to help pull me out of the darkness. you people are the reason why i want to live a happy life and tell my stories. Bless you all.

[libidomechanica]

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parts a severance ruled the narrow     paved street. All Rhodes in love’s austere and so be kind sea-     Whan the vegetables cooked.

[soft-boi-eli]

Mcyts helping a trans masc after top surgery. (Part 1)

Tw:swearing, pain pills, some hints to vomiting, fluff as well.

Wilbur

This simp...

Makes sure you regularly drain your drains, take your medication.

You dont even have to get the fuck up, I mean he's your personal butler until the doctor gave you the okay.

Three times a day you get a smoothie. He can tell that you dont want to eat because of the pain.

The least you can do is drink something to nurioush you while you were in pain.

If you're embarrassed about having to sleep on some dog pee pads for the drain. Dont be.

Wilbur may not understand but he will constantly comfort you. He'll even make a video to tell his viewers he won't be posting for a moment. A personal issues came up and that is all they know for now.

Also when cold he'll try to keep you warm by very, very gentle cuddles. But any sign of pain and he's off of you and getting you warm blankets and heating packs.

His sweaters? Now all yours. You have no say. He will give you one every day knowing you find alot of comfort in wearing his clothes.

The last thing he wants is you in pain. Especially if it was caused by him.

Your testosterone shot? Dont worry he's got it for you.

He doesn't want you to get up unless you needed to go to the restroom or you were itching to get up.

If you dont take it slow he will threaten you.

This is a threat. He will make you sit back down if you tried to get up and clean.

All in all he is a simp and your butler.

Technoblade

Technoblade may not know what to do but he will try.

He's quite nervous but when he realized you havent eaten and needed something in your system for your pain meds hell make you something soft and light on the stomach.

Are you cold? He'll cover you in a blanket and just sit next to you. Floof senses you in pain and cuddles you more then technoblade.

Techno was a bit butt hurt but knew that you needed alot of support right now.

With his height his clothes are either tight or loose. But his hoodies are always huge. And very fucking comfortable.

His scent relaxed you and helped you sleep at night.

He is a hidden simp.

He will make sure you're comfortable. If you want him to he'll sleep with you in the living room.

When you start walking him and Floof are constantly following you. Just to make sure you are safe and comfortable.

You cant help but love your two boys.

His streams and videos are already inconsistent but he did say his next video or stream might take a longer time.

But if you dont mind then you'll sit near him while he streams. If you needed anything he'll get it.

You saying hi to chat. They know you're in pain by your tone.

And anyone he's in a call with will ask what's up. And when you tell them they'll understand and they'll hype you up.

It warms techno's heart when his friends hype you up.

God this closeted simp is melting internally.

Schlatt

He will tease you.

Pictures are taken and spread around the internet like a wild fire.

Caption to those pictures?

This dumbass just got out of surgery and didnt expect to feel like trash lol.

But off camera he's quite the nice guy. Reminding you to drink your water, getting you soft foods or soups, heck he give you some of his pushies from his youtooz.

And this behemoth of a man will give you his shirt or hoodies.

You are with him when he streams or records.

There is no say.

He wants to keep his eyes on you and make sure you are comfortable and safe.

Lowkey dragged you bed into his recording room, you were just vibing in the corner.

You meds are on a set schedule. If the time lands when he's on stream he doesn't think. Just gets up grabs your meds and a premade smoothie.

With that he gave them to you.

Watching you swallow that pill because you can be stubborn with pain meds.

Returns to the stream.

Yells at chat for calling him a simp. He told them you were in pain and it's the least he can do for you.

Will low key rub your back off stream. As sleeping while sitting up us hell on your shoulders.

Jambo is all over you, soaking up the attention he can get while you were immobile.

Schlatt would glare st him for taking away his S/O.

When it came to you wanting to walk he will let you.

If you hurt then this man would laugh and tell you to sit your ass down. You are going anywhere just yet.

He's gonna carry you when you are in as much pain.

He's tall and there is no stopping him.

It makes him feel a bit happier due to the fact you aren't hurting as much, and still getting to the place you needed.

Also he will hug you if he sees you are uncomfortable. The hug is very soft and unlike him.

But at least he is trying.

He also keeps his yelling down, doesn't want you to make too many stiff movements. It would hurt the hell out of you.

Tommy

Ok. Hear me out, butler.

He see the pain you are in and as one of his best friends he wont let you do anything.

Your parents were out of town after your surgery and it wasn't their fault their work called in suddenly.

So you were sent over to Tommy's for the three weeks they were out.

Tommy would let you relax on his bed, heck even sleep on it as well.

Doesn't care if your drains stain the bed. That's an easy clean up and he wants you to be comfortable.

He does still stream. Because it's something he does for a living.

But he'll try to keep it a bit quieter.

You once walked out of the room when he was streaming. You looked like a gremlin, hunched over while you had to take a piss.

When you entered you were greeted by wilbur, techno, and phil telling you they hope you heal fast.

"It only gets better from now on (y/n). Take it easy alright?"-wilbur

"Congrats mate, just relax and dont forget to focus on healing."-Phil

"Yo you got the surgery. Pog. Stay healthy (y/n)."-techno

You melted lightly. A small smile graced your face.

It brought you joy and there was nothing that could compare to it. Honestly.

It seemed almost every day someone tommy knew was hopi g a speedy recovery.

He once yelled at chat for saying you should suck it up.

"CHAT THEY JUST WENT THROUGH SURGRY. LEAVE THEM ALONE!"

You forgot that your parents were even out for those weeks.

Tommy would definitely understand slightly that it would hurt to constrict your chest.

"You cold?"

When you nod tommy is up and handing you one of his hoodies. They are big and comfy. Easy to put on too. So they are perfect.

His two dogs, Walter and Betty?

Expect them in his room curled around you. Dogs know when humans feel pain and when they need something to comfort them.

The stream kind of enjoyed that.

They got wholesome content from you and dog content.

Win win.

Tommy will make sure you have your meds.

If it lands during a stream he blacks out the camera and carefully gets you the things needed for it.

Get you a best friend like tommy.

They wont let you do much when in pain.

Tubbo

He doesn't fully know what to do. He went and spent a few nights over at your house.

Your parents asked his parents for help so they sent over tubbo.

They made a list but the poor boy couldnt read it.

"A sm-oosthie with their pain pill... what the hell is a sm-oosthie?!"

It took him calling tommy to ask him to tell him.

"Tubbo. It says smoothie and who is this fo-."

He hung up before tommy could finish and made the smoothie.

Your cat was quite cuddly.

When he walked in your cat was on your lap.

"Tubbo? When did you get here?" Oh yeah it was a surprise.

"Not too long ago. Your parents left and asked me to help."

He was doing it in all good.

But he scared you so badly.

He bought you a stuffed animal...

It was a huge minecraft bee. And by huge I mean huge.

Like here's the stuffed animal.

Ignore the child. I wished there was a better picture.

But yeah you get the point.

Tubbo may not know how to help you fully but he's trying.

Tommy came to visit with wilbur and phil.

Tommy was meeting up with them and you lived close to wilbur.

When they saw you laid up in bed, tubbo trying to find out how to help with your medication phil kinda went father mode.

You got homemade soup to take your meds.

Tubbo was quite happy to see you smiling and lightly laughing.

When they left you felt better.

Tubbo may not know how to do alot but he tried his best. And you loved every moment.

You got you best friend to help you. And nothing was better then that.

Ranboo

Ranboo spent the night and all you guys could do was joke about the pain.

The jokes were quite self deprecating too.

All night you guys were up.

You couldn't sleep because of the pain and he didnt want to sleep due to the fact he didnt want you to be alone.

So you two were sleep deprived and your parents were concerned. But understood you two didnt want the other to feel bad.

After you healed a bit your parents got called into work. Leading to you spending a few days over there.

Ranboo streamed a recorded with you in the back ground.

He forgot you were there once and he turned on face cam. There you were in the background nose deep into a book while wearing one of his hoodies.

You were freezing and your shirts were a bit too tight.

He just gave you one of his and that was that.

"Whis in the background?"-dono

"In the background?" He turned around to see you just reading your book.

"Oh. That's one of my friends. They had a surgery a week ago."-ranboo

He turned to you, "(y/n) say hi to stream."

Looking up you waved.

"My gay mind went brrr at the idea of no sacks of fat. Now body do the big pain."-(y/n) 2021

It brought a laugh to ranboo and his chat.

You joked through the pain. It was funny.

Dream

What is this I see? He's a simp indeed.

Low key he's answering your beck and call.

He's smothering you in love.

It may not be physical affection but it is still affection.

Your hoodies are replaced with his.

They are huge and comfy.

He saw something online that reminded him of you.

He said it was cute and decided you needed it.

You loved it. It helped you sleep.

Since sapnap lives with him he sends in sapnap sometimes because he's recording or has to get something that wasn't in the house.

Also when you found the zipper you unzipped it and found dream stashed some gift cards and little trinkets in it. Along with a note.

'Knew you would of found this.'-Clay

It shocked you kind of.

But you loved it. It was quite comforting that he gave his affection in these ways still.

Even if it wasn't physically.

Patches is on you 24/7.

She's cuddling you and being very gentle on you.

Low key she won't leave you though, she's following you everywhere, on your lap, sitting there when your on the toilet.

She's clingy. More clingy then before.

But it warmed your heart.

If george visits then he'll see a little gremlin making a b line to the bathroom.

All because the pain made your stomach feel upset.

And you hadn't eaten anything because of pain.

Dream is quick to rush in and see what's wrong.

You were sitting on the ground in the bathroom. Needless to say it didnt end well and you hated it.

"Baby. Do you want me to get you a smoothie and your pain meds?" You were grateful.

After leaving the bathroom you lightly hunched over you noticed the British man in your living room.

You watched his videos.

You waved lightly with a smile.

"Oh sorry (y/n) I didnt tell you george was coming did i?"

Your look told it all.

"Sorry you have to see me like this." You had the urge to apologize.

"No dont be sorry. Surgery is painful."-george

With a small nod you went back to your room and relaxed.

George

He didnt know what to do at all.

He answered your requests.

But he didnt know why you needed that thick ass blanket in the middle of the summer.

But now you have it.

Your stuffed animal that was left in the living room?

It's in your arms by your side.

He's sad it wasn't him in your arms but understood it would cause you pain.

He just lightly lays in your lap.

It brought you comfort and him comfort.

Your germilin ass tended you get up and walk at the weirdest time too.

3am?

Your are going to get a snack.

5am?

You are on your way to the toilet.

7am?

Your once more in the kitchen getting something to eat with your pain pill.

George slept through it and was confused when you weren't in bed like the doctors told you to.

He's quite meticulous with your meds and eating habits.

He doesn't push but makes sure you have something with that pill.

Hell try to help you with your bandages. But sometimes got queasy at the blood and stuff.

It was okay with you though.

You didnt mind that due to the fact that you too got queasy as well.

I think you guys sleep through this alot.

Wilbur and tommy visited.

You was shocked and confused when they had a few get well soon gifts.

Tommy got you a small fidget toy, just something to do with your hands sometimes.

Wilbur got you a few books and a small stuffed toy.

It was a orca.

You loved it but still loved the one that george got you.

He got you a little wooloo one.

It was something that was soft and easy to cuddle.

But the books wilbur gave you were amazing.

It gave you something to do for a long while. And it gave george some more cuddle time.

Other than not knowing what to do george was a great source of comfort.

Sapnap

Sapnap is a bit more experienced with it.

Kind of knowing what to do and all together he just know more then most people.

There is a regular schedule for you meds and so called meals, he changes out the dog pads if he notices them dirty. He knows how to maneuver himself next to you so there was no pain.

He also sucked up that he would be overwhelmingly hot and sat next to you under the blanket.You weren't nearly as cold because of that.

Also since sapnap lives with dream I imagine that dream pops in some times and so does patches.

You all were probably best friends as children. And people always thought that you and dream would get together.

Only because you two were more touchy.

But you saw him as an older brother, and took a liking to sapnap.

Dream was really suportive and saw you as a little sibling.

Dream probably saw you not doing to well and made you something to eat and brought your pain medication.

That was because sapnap was sleeping next to you.

Patches curled up between to two of you and dream brought in something you hadnt seen before.

A roll away bed.

This mother fucker got a whole new bed just so he could sleep in the same room as you and sapnap.

"Sapnap is a heavy sleeper. What if you need something?" He was correct.

You woke up to pain and discomfort.

Dream woke up but sapnap didnt.

You were mainly cold though...

How the hell were you cold with this man radiating radiation the heat of a thousand suns?

No clue. But probably the anesthesia since you were in sapnap room dream just opened the closet and tossed his hoodie to your lap.

You woke up sapnap when you put on the hoodie on accident.

He pushed up against your shoulder a bit more and draped his arm over your lap.

"What's wrong?" Sapnap mumble made you stiffen up. Dream seemed to fall back to sleep too.

"Just a bit cold." He lightly nodded into your neck.

"Mmmmmm. How though."-sapnap

"I dont fuckin know."-(y/n)

He let out a sleep chuckle and seemed to fall asleep again.

You just sat there. Patches and sapnap on you lap technically.

Sapnap woke up and made you breakfast at some point. You were in and out of it due to barely any sleep.

Dream woke up as well. You didnt even know when they left. But patches stayed with you.

Those weeks you were treated the best with these two with extra cuddles from patches.

I didnt know there was a max amount of paragraphs. But hey I guess it's something you find out sooner or later. So there is going to be a part 2. Including some character I missed.

[crybabysunflower]

Why I recommend people to watch this 'strange' anime

Introduction

To be honest I am actually not at all that much of a religious person so when initially I was recommended to watch this film by my friend, like many others similar to me, I was skeptical of it. More so because the unique concept weirded me out.

Also disclaimer, if you are someone who are not comfortable with their religious figure being portrayed in any comical sense whatsoever please refrain from reading my post

Saint Young Men is a slice of life, comedy anime movie based on the manga by Hikaru Nakamura whose plot centers around Jesus Christ and Gautama Buddha, central figures of Christianity and Buddhism respectively, living together as roomates in an apartment in the Tachikawa region of Tokyo as they take a vacation of earth from their heavenly duties.

Why I recommend watching this anime

Its wholesome message:-

One of the central message of this movie is about finding joy in little, mundane things in life. The story depicts its main characters in various situations, situations such as going to an amusement park, going to the swimming pool, planning a surprise birthday party and many more. It shows us how little things in life can provide so much comfort, going on a walk with your friend, wishing a simple hello while smiling to your neighbours can create a positive impression in them because, in the end it feels good (as the neighbours remarked that these "weird foreigners" seemed like good natured people) . A vending machine can be fascinating, a sip of your favourite drink can revitalise your mind and body after a long day of hardwork (as remarked by one of the characters saying "we became ascetic for these simple pleasures while they were eating chips), giving a gift to your friend will not just make them feel good but also watching them being happy with it feels good as well. Going along with this message, it also tells us that these religious figures wont really mind not being the central figure of the festivals related to them (Jesus forgetting his birthday on christmas and instead enjoying the day like any other person, even getting excited about Santa Claus) they might just simply marvel at the beautiful world they have created. Further going more into this meaning, this movie tells us that even with the commercialization of these religious festival, the faith, the values the ethics persists (as depicted by how Buddha helped the mean child during the Mikoshi festival, despite being constantly bullied by that kid). This movie (and this series at large) instead of shaming people for indulging in "materialistic pleasures of life" tells us that faith has always been existing and will be existing forever.

Mixing references from religious texts with the story

In this movie, we see multiple occasions where references from religious texts related to both of the figures were made, the opening scene were the birds were collectively perching on Buddha's body, Jesus turning water into wine out of excitement, him also narrating about Walking on Water, their tshirts always having something written related to their respective faiths (as routinely noted by the cashier who is always curious about what kind of shirt they would be wearing on the next day). One of my favourite of such of these references was when Jesus was communicating with the yakuza and actually having parallels with that man (the yakuza ending up in jail because one of his gang members having betrayed him is no less similar to what Judas did).

Authors note:-

Since I haven't been writing for a long time, I have kind of lost my confidence in my writing and it was not only my friends recommendation which made me watch it but also because one of my favourite youtubers, Accented Cinema had recommended the same movie so I really had to watch it and, I am really thankful to both my friend and the youtuber for recommending me such a wholesome movie

[slashingdisneypasta]

Poly!Mayor Buckman and Granny Boone x Fem!Undercover!Singer!Reader || Oneshot

Title: (Only) Ghosts Haunt Ghosts

Notes:

So this is another Period Post XD But this time I didn’t want smut (I know, shocker)- so I hit up my favourite ace couple! Yes, I headcanon them as (more or less) asexual. I think Boone likes to take care of her damn self, but hates the idea of anyone else touching her that way. And Buckman only appreciates anything ‘sexy’, in a purely aesthetic way.

I honestly don’t know how this was supposed to end, either. It was just a split second idea that came out in a haze before work after listening to some country music. So i hope the ending works *Sweatdrop*

ANYWAY, I love how this turned out so much I nearly didn't post it because I know people probably wont share my love for these two (In certain ways), but this is for the rare Granny Boone-Robert Englund-2001 Maniacs fans ^^

Also- its v long, so I put gifs.

Plot: The 1860's and 2020's collide here as Pleasant Valley's enigmatic couple find out more about their sweet Y/N, who survived the massacre but still came to a grizzly end a bit later - separated from them and all alone, -, that rattles their very bones.

Warnings: LIBERAL use of the time jump, so get ready to travel. Talk of confederacy (Not the ideas, just that the ideas were wrong) and probably historical inaccuracy. Lack of editing towards the end.

1859:

As soon as you stick your head out of the carriage, sweet Georgia breeze tickles your face and when you step out and off, your dress sways in it. You look around with a little grin, always happy to be home, and see all the familiar sights; All the flowers - Bachelor Buttons, Chickory, Petunia's... -, the trees... and town.

When you see two certain people who promised to wait for you to arrive before heading to the home coming party - where everyone else was, in that big hall across the square over there with no windows, - though is when a real smile rips across your face, and before your driver can even think about letting go of your hand after helping you down the carriage stairs, you're off.

You collide with Boone and wrap your arms around her, squeezing tight as she does the same; Hugging to her body and taking a deep breath so the scent of your hair once again fills her and sates her. "It’s been far too long, this time!" You both half-heartedly pull back, but don't let go of each other’s hands; Her grip like iron. "That one was far too long- what were y'doing over there?? George is sure you musta been performin' for every single individual home! Boy, your voice must be hoarse."

"Fine, fine! Next time won’t be so long." You give in almost instantly to her nagging- honestly because you agree. It was too long. As Boone nods, a pert, proud smile on her face, your gaze shifts to the man waiting patiently for his turn and another beam warms your face. He's running for mayor for the 6th consecutive term in a row so he's wearing his good duds- or maybe he's wearing them for you. You'd prefer to believe the former. "And what're you doin’ just standin' there like a lemon for?"

"Now, now, he's runnin' for mayor, Y/N! He can’t be seen engagin' in illicit activities with us like canoodlin’ out in the open like this!" Boone jokes, letting go of one of your hands when you give it a hard squeeze. "Gotta be wholesome, da'nt he?"

"Hmmm," You give George, who's rolling his eyes, a cheeky look. Your George wasn’t a cad, in fact sex had never been able to keep his interest for longer then 5 minutes, but he wasn’t snow white pure, either. "Since when~?"

Finally the man in question can’t hold his tongue anymore, and heaves a sigh at you two; Giving Boone a pointed look in a mockery of annoyance as he cuts you off from her with his body and you giggle uncontrollably. You missed this - them, - so much. Letters don't do them justice. They can’t imitate her hand holding onto yours or his creeping around your waist. "I was just being a gentleman and lettin' you two ladies say your hello's first but if you're gonna be like that, then,"

And then his eyes - blue and beautiful, - turn on your and he quiets your giggles by kissing you, and you let him dip you, and everything is perfect.

And it will be, until you have to go on 'tour', again.

1862

This time when you step out of the carriage it’s because you already saw it. You looked out the window as the carriage came to a crawling stop and your heart dropped so damn hard in your chest that you don't think it'll ever dislodge from wherever it feel, dark and deep. This time, you didn't wait for your driver to come around and open the door for you, or help you off the step. You threw the door open yourself and stumbled to the ground, legs a shaky, wobbly mess.

You've seen a lot in your line or work, but you never expected to see,

This.

Spit gets stuck in your throat and you choke, as you slowly drag yourself back up to your feet, turning around in a full circle to see the... destruction.

Pleasant Valley- gone. Just like that. You've lived here your whole life and you don't recognise this place...

Or the bodies.

Covering your mouth, a pathetic whine escapes; Tears filling your vision. How... how did this...

You'd been leading them everywhere else! Every other little, horrible hick town. Not yours! Not...

Suddenly, all too sudden and all at once, the realisation that two important people in particular are here somewhere. And they're dead. They're gone, and they can’t come back.

Before your driver can reach you and ask you to get back in the carriage, as you know he will, you're off.

Tearing through town, looking around in a blind panic, your heart beating harder then the wheel on a carriage might careen off in a horrible accident where the horses get stuck in the mud and everyone dies- for any sign of them. Golden hair or blue eyes. Golden hair or blue eyes. Golden hair or blue eye-

Your eyes slowly widen as they, quite by accident, slowly fall on them. It takes you a moment to realise what you're looking at, even, as you were just so panicked- but all that dissipates and becomes grief and horror when you do realise.

Everything stops. Or you wish it did. You wish everything in the world would stop in that moment and just let you fix this, somehow. Take it back, make it better. Bring them back to you.

But it doesn't and it make sit worse.

Slowly, like you don't know quite how to walk, you push forward towards their bodies- and immediately a horrid, ugly cry escapes you.

You're just starting to kneel down, when a commotion behind you catches your attention. You straighten up immediately and whip around, eyes wide and focused, heart beating so loudly that you can hear it in your ears. What is it?

There are men. Men, bearing the union flag on their arms. And they've got your driver; They've got Davis.

You just stay very still, stuck somewhere disgusting and traitorous and cowardly between grief and knowing these men don't know about your efforts for the Union army; Your involvement was top secret, it had to be. You cant convince them and you cant fight them off... What do you do. What can you do.

Just stand there like a lemon, hoping they don't notice you and Davis doesn't give you away. Stand there by your dead, mangled lovers and try not to think about the blood on Boones skirt or how theirs a gory hole where one of Georges eyes used to be. And try not to sob, because that would be too loud.

But, of course, one of them turns his head and his eyes land on you, and it’s over. A cruel grin takes his awful, evil face and he says something to his friends.

You don't even try to run, despite Davis screaming at you to, and let them grab you.

Now

One spring breaker, Jake, claps his friend - with benefits~ - on the shoulder as he looks around in wonder at the little show-town and all its lame actors. "This an elaborate fucken tourist attraction, man. Check it out!"

"I know, right! You seen that pic of Y/N L/N from Senior History yet? I think it’s a real 1800's painting." Wes, wearing glasses and itching behind his ear, flashes an uncomfortable smirk back; He didn't want to stop. This is the start of some terrible horror movie and now they've left the cars. If this was a movie - which he knows, realistically, it isn't. But is still nervous by the setting, - they would never get in it again.

They were in the pub now, and true-to-his-word, the painting did look legit. But it wasn't one they'd ever see in a textbook or on Google.

Probably a really good imitation, they think. You can commission people for that kinda thing.

Jake just shrugs though, as the both of them sit down at a table and keep looking around in awe. He never had an eye for art- or history in general- or school. Not compared to his nerdy boy-toy, anyway. But still, this place was really something. Looks old as shit. He's surprised the ceiling's holding up.

At the bar, the ears of two 'lame actor's in particular perked up. If they were alive, their heartbeats would've been beating so damn loud- that everyone in town could hear.

Neither Wes nor Jake even noticed them come up to them before the Mayor's hand is on Wes's shoulder- hard. It startles them and they look up, wide eyed, and see a forced warm, sunshiney smile on his kind face. Something about it unnerves Jake- he was always a great judge of character. He just felt things about people. Whether they were good, bad, or anything in between. And he had a bad feeling, about this guy.

"My apologies, fella's, but did I just overhear ya'll sayin' somethin' about our lil claim to fame there- Y/N?"

The way the mayor said her name so naturally, so informally, made Wes recoil. He always hated when people acted like historical figures were great friends of theirs, it was just weird. People referring to Al Capone as ‘Old Al’, as if the things he did to people were of no consequence, or Lizzie Borden- Liz. You can’t call someone you don't know, so casually, like that! Its cringe.

"Uhh... yeah! We- we just noticed that painting, over there." Wes nods- over to the opposite wall, where the painting sits over a big ornate fireplace. She's smiling in it at someone, sitting in a field somewhere - assumedly in or close to town, - picking flowers. Theirs another, purple skirt, not belonging to her own blue one, adorning the bottom of the painting that suggests that when the painting was made there was another woman with her- the person she was smiling at. Boone smirks at it, standing behind her husband. Sometimes when she looks at that painting its like you’re there with them in spirit.

As ironic as that is.

1850’s

"Shh, I'm making you a flower crown." You insist, holding out a firm finger to your friend without looking at her; A cheeky grin indented into your cheeks. Boone smacks it out of the air.

"You don't need to focus so hard on somethin' like that, come now. I'm tellin' a story. Now listen up. So, as I was saying, George is an imbecile, so- "

George, dragging a pencil across a yellowing page of parchment, doesn't even look up when he's insulted; Too focused on what he's sketching. "Now, now, I resent that statement... "

"-I should expect so!" Boone snaps back, before going on like there was no interjection. George chuckles, shaking his head. "So- hold on a moment. What are you drawing that's enraptured your attention so?"

"Y/N... " Still, he doesn't look up.

Your eyes snap open wide and you look up, voice going high as you're horrified at him. "What?! Stop that!"

"Aw, now, stop making that face. Smile for the picture, Y/N. What's his is mine and I don't wanna picture a' you scowling at me forever." Boone smirks, mischievously, and you just scrunch up your nose at her- but a little grin does grace your lips afterwards. Then she crawls over to sit beside her husband, peering at the picture; Imaging what kind of colour's she'll use when she makes it into a painting. "Not bad."

"Well, damn, a compliment love?" George finally looks up, giving his wife a bit of a love-sick grin. "Didn't think you had it in you."

"Oh, I do love you, George." She reassures. "But as your wife I feel it is my duty to make sure you know when you're being a buffoon- which is disturbingly often."

"Hm." He scrunches up his own face like you did, a dangerous tone in his 'hm', and looks back at his drawing. Boone returns her attention to you, a grin twitching at the left corner of her mouth.

"Smile pretty, flower."

George smirks ruefully at the page in front of him, only glancing up at you as your cheeks go pink. "Oh, doesn't she always."

Now

"And how'd you know about our Y/N, then?" The mayor asks quite bluntly- forgetting, for a moment, to play the polite, jovial mayor bit; To make conversation. That isn’t, or shouldn’t, seem like an interrogation or threatening at all. His eye seems to dig into them, though, coercing answers out of them with just a hard gaze that’s only vaguely disguised as interest- an afterthought.

"Uh... " How did they know about Y/N L/N?? Jake raises a brow. This is a little weird, even for an attraction like this. "History class. Senior year."

"Yeah, she's like, one of the Big Names in Civil War history. I did my end of year essay on her, actually." Wes pipes up. "Don't remember it all, but she was some woman, huh? Complicated, with all that undercover shit, but I contended that she was, in fact, a Union believer. What, uh, what... " Wes looks to Jake, who's pretty eyes are wide and who's mouth is tight, and who's face in general is just screaming at him to shut. up. Wes falters, seeing it, but lacks the grace to change his course. "... did you... think... ?" He tilts his head, awkwardly. Like a puppy.

Jake fights not to facepalm. Because that mayor's grip, on his chair now, is so tight its making sounds, and maybe Wes just couldn't hear it over his stupidity.

"Oh gentlemen. You must be mistaken there! Y/N was a Georgia peach- born and bred in the great south! No ‘if’s-and’s-or’-but’s’ about that!” George seems to be struggling to keep his reaction to the puny boy's words to himself, just the thought of Y/N being known as something heinous, something he fought so hard against, kills something in him. She’s gone- and no one should speak ill of the dead.

Boone steps up beside him, taking over where he chokes.

She sits down at the table delicately, taking her time to spread out her dress around the chair, before clearing her throat and turning her piercing attention onto the two boys. "Many apologies for my poor husband! He already drank a couple sherries earlier; This is a party, after all." Her eyes flicker up George, faking her own little benevolent wife bit and reaches over to pat his arm. "Now, honey, let’s not get worked up over ancient history," Her chest constricts at referring to her Y/N as history, and George sets his jaw angrily at it; But stays silent. "This is the annual Guts and Glory jubilee! Let’s be civilised folk, now, and have some fun instead!"

Jake nods, tapping Wes's foot under the table. A silent, affectionate gesture saying, 'No more Civil War talk p l e a s e. Jesus christ.' "Sounds good, so did you two see the game the other da- "

And he realises that his attempt at a topic switch was pathetic but the fact that Boone just entirely ignores the hell out of it is still a fucking shock. "So- tell me more about your take on our Y/N. I'm afraid I'm not a history buff like you and the mayor, but you make her sound so wonderful- I just have to know!"

Our Y/N. They keep saying that- 'Our Y/N'. It rubs Jake the absolute wrong way.

"Uhhh... well... " Wes looks to Jake, sees him shake his head ever so slightly, before looking up to the mayor, who's still standing stock straight behind Jake, before promptly taking out his phone; Pressing the Google icon. "Well, I have some sources here you can look at that'll prove my contention, actually- " Jake abruptly gets up from his seat, and offers it up to the mayor. Defeated.

"Well fuck, man. Guess we're doing this." He mutters so only Wes hears, rubbing a hand down his face. Then, to the old man, he says. "Why don't you take this seat, sir? I'll grab a chair from another table."

Immediately, like someone just pressed 'Next' on the CD remote controlling this man’s brain, Mayor Buckman goes from freezing alps and dark alley’s to sunshine's and rainbows again. "Why, thank you, son!" He doesneed a seat, after all- desperately.

While those two set themselves up, Wes shows Boone the letters of correspondence between Y/N and some Head's in the Union army. The screen light is harsh on her eyes, and it hurts, but she stays strong and squints. The more she sees of them, the more her heart squeezes terribly in her chest. It’s definitely Y/N's handwriting; She would know it anywhere. They had written plenty of letters back and forth while Y/N was on her singing tour's, supposedly sharing her voice all over the country; Detailing all the places she had been or would be going that Boone herself would never see, how much she missed them, about the people she met- and even some saucy chapters that Boone read over and over, and kept from George. They still had all those letters in a box under their bed, and she knew if she took them out now, and compared them, it would be unequivocal that they were written by the same hand.

How could they not have known about this? Boone looks darkly to George, who's now paying just as much attention as she is and has of course come to the same conclusion, and notice that - despite not living, anymore, - the man has gone pale. And slightly green.

"See, she might have been born in the South, but I think these show pretty well how devoted she was to the North. She even gives towns away for confederacy, knowingly causing the High-Up's that read her letters to send men to those spots and, uh... ya know. Take care of it." Wes looks up nervously at the two, and the Confederate flag eyepatch on one of them. He doesn't notice the way backs in old-style shirts and frocks, drinking pitchers and listening in with dog ears, all around them stiffen up. Jake does, though, becoming cautious.

Now the Mayor looks really green. She was what?

"But you know what's even more interesting about her? That makes me think that maybe you were possibly right- about her allegiances?" Wes goes on, stuck in his own little world now as his thumbs fly across the keyboard on his phone and he pulls up some different letters- all in the same hand. "These."

He shows them these, one in particular, and slowly both Boone's and Buckman's eyes narrow in recognition. At the top is a date, and then just below are the greetings not of a traitorous double agent to her boss, but of an excited woman to her far-away lover... or lovers. There are two names written after that, 'To dear', but can’t quite make them out as they're smudged, but it’s clearly a love letter to them.

It’s not as long as the others before, they find, as it’s just a draft of a letter they did in fact receive, just before their massacre. But it’s clearly something quite enlightening, and scandalous, for nosey researchers to gasp at.

"Y/N was in a polyamorous relationship! And look- at the address." Flicking to another picture, Wes licks his lips as he gets really excited. These words are also quite blurry, but clearly in the same handwriting. "You see that GA, there?? She was sending this to Georgia! A very confederate state- the one she grew up in, in fact. So, either she was having a poly affair with two other undercover agents, sending risky letters to them while on the job, or she was sending this to her two home-town sweethearts- which I think is a lot more realistic. I mean? Poly Secret Agents? Sounds like a bad movie to me."

Alright, this part George and Boone knew. But... is he suggesting... Jake speaks up before they can. "... Are you suggesting that she was only giving info to Union forces to distract from her little town, and her two ‘dirty little secrets’?" He asks, only half interested, and half bored; Using quotation gestures when he says ‘dirty little secrets. Wes had talked a million times to him about Y/N L/N, but this never came up before. He supposes Wes is a little weird about talking sex, or love, with him- the cutie that he is.

Wes nods. "Yeah! I mean- that's the theory that some people have. Right man?" He looks to Buckman, who seems to be jostled out of some kind of trance by it.

"Uh- Uhhh... yeah... " Yes. That has to be it. There ain't no dang way that Y/N gave them up. She loved them. He knows it- Boone knows it- its non-negotiable.

1850’s

The rest of the town thought you were just a close friend to the Mayoral couple - well, maybe they thought you were having an affair with George. But even that was more acceptable then what you really were, -, but your relationship had alwaysbeen more. Even before Boone and Buckman got married. In fact, it was literally a coin toss for whoever actually hitched George, seeing as you and Boone couldn’t wed and it was certainly against the – societal, - rules for more than 2 people to enter into a marital agreement. It didn’t mean that they were closer than you were to them or anything, it just meant that the town was expecting the probable future mayoral candidate to have a wife by his side. For appearances.

And, no, it didn’t always feel that way. Sometimes you did feel like a third wheel, watching them walk through town arm in arm without you- but then Boone waives you over or George flashes you a wink and you know you’re being silly.

You don’t really know, for sure, how it ended up this way? I mean you remember it all, as well as you can; Meeting Boone in school and finding you love the way she talks to you, specifically you, and later realising that how you loved her holding your hand far more then when any boy did it. And then meeting George bonding and with Boone over how charming he was- thinking for a split second that you were normal, and would just want him.

But you both just liked the idea of sharing him too much.

But- how you managed to get together, officially, and keep it safe and happy for as long as you have- is a total mystery. All things considered; Your love is a very risky thing to attempt… in the 1800’s. In Georgia.

But you did it and you’re not questioning it, lest it fall apart.

“What’re you thinkin’ about, Lovely?” Boone nudges your ribs with her elbow, talking only quietly, only under her breath, as you’re both supposed to be listening to ‘Mayor Buckman’s acceptance speech.

But you 2 had been his test dummies the nights prior so you already knew it word for word. You’re good.

You turn a cheeky grin onto her, speaking in a sickly-sweet tone. “Why, you, actually.”

And- also- other things.

Like how you have to keep them safe, whatever you do. Even though what you’re doing, when they aren’t looking, is right and they’re wrong and sometimes it’s hard to keep that totally clear when his knuckles graze your jaw and her lips are on your thighs- but you must keep working; Against them, in a way. But you also must keep them safe, at the same time.

Even if it’s wrong. Even if you shouldn’t.

And maybe that makes you bad, but you can’t bring yourself to care when she knocks her knee against yours and gestures for you to look up- and you find Buckman shooting you both an I know you’re not listening, sort of look, and you can’t help but giggle behind your hand at it, Boone making a face right back at him.

Now

“Well, that’s… quite a story, there.” Boone admits, finding herself to be a little bit out of sorts, as well. How could Y/N have been keeping something so… depraved… Boone practically lived with her in that apartment in the square. It may not have been seemly for George to stay over there, but she certainly could and she took full advantage of that fact, especially when he left them to fight in a damn war- All the time. Y/N never told her she couldn’t look through anything either- and Boone took advantage of that, too. How could she have hidden anything? She couldn’t… she was so open… Swallowing nothing from a dry mouth down a dry throat, Boone sticks her hands in her lap; Scraping her nails over the fabric over her dress. “And, um… How did it- How does it end, for our Y/N?”

Jake screws up his face. There it is again, even in a weirdly overwhelmed, overemotional tone, the woman is referring to this long dead woman as hers. Hers and her husbands, assumedly. What the hell?

George looks uncomfortably to his wife; Unsure. They’ve spent decades and decades long not knowing what happened to her. Does he want to hear this? He doesn’t even know whether it would be worse for her story to have had a happy ending without them or a melancholy one. He suddenly wants to cover his ears.

Wes’s face suddenly sobers, not-so-excited anymore. Not even a little bit- or at all, really. He looks to Jake, who looks uncomfortable himself and shrugs, deeply. “Oh. We don’t know for certain, because they never found the body and no one ever spoke of it. But uh, well, she, uh… She came home from a tour, one day. You know, from singing? You know that was her cover- her ah, ‘day job’?” They nod. “Well, she came home, and the story is that she found her town… liquidated… “Both Buckman’s and Boone’s brows furrow, at that. What a lovely way to say ‘Slaughtered’. “And the soldiers that did it were still there, and they obviously didn’t know that she was one of them, so they dragged her off-site and killed her, too. Probably buried the body somewhere.”

At that, Jake, who never manages to miss a chance to say something crass or unnecessary, pipes up with; “Some say she got eaten.” All eyes land on him; Too pairs dark and one wide. “I mean, cuz ya know… her body wasn’t found… Man this is a weird conversation for a fair.” He slumps in his chair, arms crossed and eyes rolling. “Y’all round here really know how to throw a shindig, huh?”

All-too-suddenly, the mayor pushes up to his feet; Bones creaking with the slow but forceful movement. “Well! I better go check on those morons givin’ your fancy-pants car a wash- make sure they ain’t scrubbin’ it raw or anything like that.” Boone’s surprised how he manages to joke so convincingly suddenly- because right now all she wants to do right, is take down that painting of you off the wall and search it for clues. Answers. She knows that’s crazy and idiotic and impulsive but she’s having trouble staying still.

Luckily, he’s got her, too; As he helps her up to her feet, saying something to the boys about her being tired after a long day a’ hard work, and bids their goodbyes as they manage their way out of the pub. Harper and Miss Peaches who are sitting at a table by the door, see them head off and waive- but all they get in response from their Mayor is a grimace.

They walk silently through the darkness outside.

Boone makes it in silence to their home, before turning around and promptly plopping onto the top porch step- where you used to sit and braid your hair out over your shoulder. She thought were so type of lady longing young men made poetry about. Soft, and yellow and bright, and made entirely out of a lovely kind of magic.

Now she’s thinking that maybe you were the kind of woman old fairy tales are made about. The beautiful, frosty, two-faced queen. Dangerous and complicated and full of a powerful mess.

She just wants to talk to you about it- all about it. Hear everything you didn’t - couldn’t, - say to her.

“… Should we get inside?” George asks, roughly. Coldly. And Boone doesn’t even look at him as she continues to glare at the dirt in front of her; Lost in thought so her voice comes out harsh.

“I’m not going in there.”

George is fine with that, thinking about the spirit of you, waiting in there. In every piece of furniture, and every smell. It would wrap around him and he doesn’t know what he would do. Crossing his arms, he takes a deep breath; His one good eye staring hard out into the stars.

Eventually, though, he sits down. His knees are tired and his weary heart is bleeding, and the hole behind the patch is aching. The floorboards creek but Boone doesn’t respond, at all.

Until she does. And she can’t stop. “… how could they spout all that bullshit about Y/N?”

He rinds his fingers through his hair. “I need a drink.”

“She hasn’t been dead 2 fucking centuries and they dare, to spread in-inconceivable, foolish, repulsive perjuries about that girl. What- why’re you getting up. George get back here- What!? You think they were right?!” Boone shoots up fast after her exhausted looking husband. As soon as they cross the threshold of their house, its like you’re with them and that’s both a comfort and unbelievably frustrating- because you can’t set this right. Tell them the truth. You’ve gone and left them to manage this, on their own.

George sighs, going straight for the liquor stand and pouring a brown liquid until he reaches the brim of the biggest glass he could fine- then handed that to Boone. He keeps the bottle and swigs straight out of it. Then he holds up a firm finger Boone’s way, as if asking for a just a moment- before swallowing and rolling his shoulders back. “To be quite honest, I don’t know.”

Boone’s eyes narrow, and she slams down the glass back onto the cart- getting sticky grog all over her fingers. “You don’t know!?- “

“And, neither do you, love.” That ‘love’, comes out tense and just bordering on insincere- like every time he calls her that. Boone’s teeth grind and she glares back under the duress of Georges most dangerous gaze.

“I know what I think, George.” She refuses to do the disguising-hostility-with-pleasantries thing, with him. Its bullshit and she, of all people, doesn’t deserve to cop it from him- she’s different. How dare he.

For a moment they just stare eachother down, or try to. But they’re an even match, and neither back off- not for good long minutes. Then, and they don’t quite know what happened, but one relaxes before the other - Buckman before Boone or Boone before Buckman? They’d both tell a different story, -. Shoulders fall and Boone chews the inside of her cheek, frustrated, while George sighs and picks up a napkin; Using it to wipe her fingers clean of the mess she made in her little spark of anger, earlier.

It was… almost like you were really there. Whenever they would fight, you would be the one to de-escalate sparring matches between these two. You’d touch a hand gently to his shoulder, or tuck some hair behind herear softly, and with just a couple magic words they would figure it out or swallow the heat down. And that’s nearly what that inexplicable moment, felt like. Almost like you were haunting them- when they were the ghosts, here.

And they said, when they realised that you were really gone, that they would figure out how to calm things down themselves. But they never did.

Neither of them speak it out loud, but the feeling is there.

You’re with them, somehow.

“One day… we’ll get to ask her.” George says quietly, a rough tone in his voice still but calmer; Lacking any hostility, now. Boone grits her teeth, once again. The thought of seeing Y/N again now a source of stress rather then comfort. She bows her head, sighing through her teeth.

“… I still love her, George. I don’t wanna lose her.”

His grip around her hand is tight, now, finished cleaning them both up. “We won’t.”

… She nods, determined. If its true… they’ll fix her. They’ll fix it. They’ll do whatever they have to.

But first- Innocent until proven guilty.

[tinyjeanmarco]

hii- omg i love your hcs!!! can you do my jean brain wrot a favor and write an hc for him, specifically for sleeping next to him and cuddling? i know he lets you be the big spoon if you ask 🥺

cuddling with jean hc’s!

note: hello!! thank you 🥺 i’m really happy that you enjoy my hc’s! i love jean as well, he’s such a comfort character for me. he just likes having you close whenever he gets the chance. 😭 this is set post time skip in canon! however, this is before eren is like woohoo genocide time!

jean x gn!reader

warnings: none.

jean loves cuddling with you whenever you two have downtime.

taking a break from training the new recruits, you will slink away into one of your office’s to settle down and lean on one another.

jean really likes when you’re sitting next to him and leaning your head on his shoulder. it makes him feel wanted.

when you’re around others, he will always have an arm around your waist, or have you sitting on his lap. he likes to make sure everyone knows that you’re his, they can’t have you.

he puts on a bit of a façade around everyone else, acting all tough and cool, but in private, he get’s super soft and wholesome, becoming sticky sweet like candy.

calls you the sappiest, cringiest names. thinking snugglemuffin or bunnykins. like, unironically too. he will genuinely call you those, not seeing a problem with it.

you always find it kind of funny but also really endearing.

he will squish your cheeks together, calling you those names and then proceed to kiss your lips.

sometimes when you’re cuddling, he will tickle you just so he can hear you laugh. he knows his limits though, because if he tickles you too much, you wont cuddle with him.

i think i’ve headcanoned this before, but he loves to just rub his stubble on you. he likes your reaction from it, cause it makes you laugh a lot.

cuddles with him in bed late at night includes him tucking his head into your shoulder/neck.

he’ll mumble sweet words against the skin of your neck, declaring his love for you over and over, telling you how effortlessly stunning you always look.

he honestly gets really into his feels when it’s late, becoming insecure about how you could ever like him when he’s not very special to begin with.

you always have to tell him that he’s so strong and you admire how hard working he is, how much he loves his friends. it’s super inspiring and that’s only the tip of the iceberg for why you like him.

sometimes he will cry when you tell him this, apologizing for doing this all the time, but you just shush him and press your lips to his, hoping to pour all your love into the kiss and also stop him from being so down on himself.

it works most of the time, but sometimes, you have to just keep whispering reassurances to him, giving him all the love you can to make sure he knows that he is wonderful and that you wouldn’t trade him for anyone.

he definitely loves being the big spoon and prefers it, but when you ask if you can be the big spoon, he will relent and let you. 

he secretly loves it, and when he’s feeling down, he’s super pliant and will let you maneuver him to be the little spoon, cuddling close to him and caging him in with your arms.

he finds it super comforting in situations where he’s super stressed or upset about something. it feels good to not have to be in control and let someone else take care of him.

sometimes you pull an uno reverse on him and call him those sappy, cringy pet names when you’re the big spoon. calling him snookums or googly woogly. he openly tells you he loves them and you just roll your eyes at him.

you love him regardless of his silly quirks.

even if he lets you be the big spoon, when you guys fall asleep, there are high chances that you’ll end up on his chest when you wake up.

it’s really peaceful sleeping next to him. you’ve heard what the other boys in the scouts sound like when sleeping, and most of them snore way too loud.

jean snores a little, but its really soft, and this will sound weird, but it’s a little comforting.

sometimes you can’t help yourself, and you just press tons of kisses to his jaw when he’s sleeping, so overtaken with your love for this man. his nose scrunches before you ultimately wake him up with your kisses.

you grin sheepishly at him and he just sends a groggy smile at you before pulling you closer to him and closing his eyes to sleep once more.

waking up with him is the best because it’s all just soft looks and lazy make out sessions.

you two always try to soak up as much time as you can before you ultimately have to get up and prepare for a hard day of work.

if there is nothing urgent that you both need to get to, you take more time than usual to be lazy. usually someone has to go yell at you guys to get up, claiming that breakfast time is almost over and you’ve missed it.

if you two do miss breakfast, you sneak into the kitchen to snag some bread or something to eat.

be prepared for your friends to nag you both for being sappy and gross when you answer their questions of where you were.

“ew, jean we don’t need to hear about the heart eyes you two make at each other when we see it for ourselves all the time.”

“shut up, jeager, at least i’m not fucking single like you are, dumbass.”

he’s very protective of you. will beat up eren if he says anything about your relationship like above. you have to hold him back from beating eren up sometimes.

overall, he’s very cuddly and snuggly. secretly a huge sap, but don’t tell your friends that. ♡

[ohheyitsokay]

what's up it's 4 am and I woke up because of the rain and checked my phone and saw this post from @saradika but my half conscious brain was like "n..no... it's a no smut week......" and then created an entire Darth Maul drabble about him being emotionally raw instead of. ya know.

so have that in thought format I guess

even though I literally never planned on writing for him and never will again and barely write for main star wars characters much less this guy

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warning: moral ambiguity, canon divergence obviously, vague mentions of cannon typical violence, unedited chaos as per the usual

I think you and Maul would have to have known each other for a long time, since you were young. Maybe you've known him not just for years but since ... before he really became what he is, now. And you know know him, get him more than maybe anyone else in the galaxy, see right through his snarls and over-confidance straight to his heart, know his inside as well as you know the lines of color on his skin. You cant let it go, wont, not when he did everything to try and convince you that guy was gone, and so when he realizes, he literally takes you and runs, because he cant let go of someone like that, not ever.

And it haunts him that you could think he's evil - because maybe he is, but those moments when you tell him he's not scare him shitless but the moments when your eyes do flicker with fear?

He would conquer worlds and lay the helmets of their warriors at your feet, but you dont want that but the alternative is an unthinkable option of painstaking redemption.

And he's... young, for a sith. Not young young, just enough that he doesnt quite have a hold on the darkness in him, no matter how badly he wants to give into it, memories of his younger ambitions pierce through the sith's like terrible, stupid barbs of something so wholesome it makes him want to kill someone. Why is he... doing all of it? Those clear, bright thorns tell him it's the only way he knows to get the power to bring a future in which he and you can exist together. That he's doing this for you, for the greater good. It's in stark contrast the the thick, viscous clouds of darkness that seep into his mind, saying no. No, he is doing this because because

He gathers the courage to ask you, his greatest fear: if you're feel like his prisoner. Some sick, twisted part of him wants you to say yes, because thay pain would surely fuel him, be the greatest darkness he'd ever felt but he doesnt want that, not really. Maul is sure it would kill him, but he wants you to say no, to touch him as gently as only you can and say no with conviction and make declarations and promises that he'd only believe if they came from your lips.

Instead you shrug, and murmur not really in that honest tone of yours, the one that washes over him like mountain water.

And that's not really what he had been planning on, and something inside him just. Breaks.

You've never seen him like this, never seen him... doubt. It's never been your mission to fix him, it's not your job but theres something about the intensity in which his glowing eyes bore into you that you think is pleading with you and it makes you wish you could. Maybe he slides close, and you cant remember the last time he was almost clumsy? The last time he was so gentle with you with, well, anything, and so you let him.

He's one of the few men in the galaxy who would willingly, maybe even happily, slaughter nations, and you let him pull you into his arms. Because you know him, and you're not sure whats next but you know of all the people he's willing to hurt, you are not one of them.

Maul bumps his forehead into yours and it's so amazingly tender you think you could cry, but instead you bump him back, until he's carefully resting against you, horns making divots into your skin. Your hands splay over his chest, and he wonders if you're feeling for a heartbeat, wonders if he could create one that would tell you the words that he's never been taught to say.

And you're waiting for his bright eyes to snap back into focus and for his grip on you to change, but it doesnt come. Instead his nose ghosts over the curves of your face and his breath is hot and bordering irregular.

And his voice is raw but he tells you that you can go, if you want. That he would let you.

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bonus?

You dont, and maybe you should've but how could you? How could you just leave when your hand has slid up and up until you're running your fingers on his jaw? And Maul is closing his eyes and thinking about kissing you and also thinking about well - the idea that maybe both the jedi and the sith are missing something, something beautiful about passion, that idea is too big for him, right now at least. But he can think about how hes never felt something so light as you in his arms, just letting him lean on you and the significance of your muscles relaxed against his own. And he can think about how that is something he wants to protect.

[vanlegion]

Oh Boy, Here I go Infodumping Again!

Oo, boy. Okay so let’s hit the ground running. As before, I’m primarly more active on Twitter and Insta, so they get updated first, and faster. Here I’m just gonna do, like a slew of Art Dumps and Fic updates in batches.

So let’s start with what started everything: Creek!

And that lead to my brain going, no wait...

Me: Hyper focus this fandom

Brain:*enhance*

Me: Hyper focus this one Ship

Brain:*ENHANCE*

Me: Random thought while reading a fic about particular characters parents- Brain: YOU LIVE IN THIS HEADCANON NOW

Me: WTF WHY

And that’s how now my Hyperfication is all about Thomas and Laura, or Laumas in my tags. Also The Boy is a reference to Thomas.

I’ve already posted three fics, all which feature my OTPs. But I Wont Cry is the only one at the moment that takes place when the Adults are in Senior year, so no kids in that one. I am planning a number of just cutesty, sweet, wholesome, and sometimes naughty Laura and Thomas fics because they need to have some love given to them. I just think they’re neat. <3

In the next post I’ll go over some various HCs that I have about the two, and post some of my first arts and then go from there. Really wish my tumblr wasn’t fucking me over so I could put images for my BG and Icon but... ; u ;

[kreidewaltz]

YEAR END LOVE.

happy holidays and advance happy new year everyone!! this was supposed to be for christmas but.. yeah hope u had a great time w your loved ones <33 this is for my friends who helped me get thru shitty times, who made me laugh so hard, and made me feel appreciated :) to my mutuals, thank u for taking ur time to talk to me!! any interactions from u guys makes me so so happy <3 im proud of you for getting through this year!! this is gonna b a long one .. hehe <3 sorry if i didn't mention u!! i still love u :( this is in no particular order dw dw ily all d same

to my followers, mutuals, and people who likes my stuff in general ツ

AAAAAAA guys ily you rock !! thank u for supporting me and just being there for me (esp for the ones who listened and stayed w my shit !!) ty for liking, reblogging about my stuff, or just interacting w me!! pls pls talk to me let's have some good convo hehe i hope no one will send me or any blog hate bc that isn't cool >:( happiness and love only are allowed people!!!

@sunakissses ツ

my bestie, my bae, babe <3 you rock val if im honest :( even tho we haven't been friends for a long time, we just clicked !! and yeah talking to u is just makes me at ease n u have that comfy vibes :)) and our interactions r so funny and wholesome <33 i just love when im talking to ya you know :(( and idk i love ur supportive aura whenever i do something hehe :( lets keep going next year and be more closer >:) and yes u and suna r going to be the cat's first ever aunt and uncle <3

@romaune ツ

okay .. the literal meaning of sunshine, yes you gracie baby :( you're so wholesome i wanna cry thats me 2 u !! i love your aura and just everything, i get so excited when u reply to my asks fr, because ure so enthusiastic n i like that a lot !!! :( ik we don't talk a lot yet but from our interactions (or just us screamin abt our mans winks) i know i gained a friend, a good n funny friend for that:) and ure so like hinata i wanna squish and hug and talk to!! i love how we scream abt our ongoing suna brainrots HAHA can't forget that <33

@cryoqi ツ

people put ur hands up 4 the coolest person ive met !!!! >:( istg you're so kind and so funny even if thats not ur intention T_T at first i was intimidated by u but then yeah <33 we vibe :( only the real ones know abt us and me bein your bread anon <33 ure rlly great and can't forget d time us and dove sang thru texts ...? yes that i cried while laughing HAHA, and yes i love the way u write 2!! so you and just amazing overall :)) n yeah i like to talk to u a lot in the server !!! ure so funny & relatable at times hihi

@miyasangel ツ

arden bae !!! you're so ... cool and pretty and one of the people i want 2 talk to in here <3 you're like cool and the way you write is chefs kiss >:( and i love it whenever we talk abt random things AHSHS and when we talk abt atsumu <33 i love love that !! n yeah good thing i interacted w u b4 on ur old blog and get to talk to you more !!! i was so shy n nervous while sending you asks sometimes LMAO idk why :(( ure rlly a great friend <3 n i think u also became a factor on why im liking inarizaki :D

@cafemiya ツ

omg hail to issy !! i know we don't talk that much yet but i literally like u a lot >:( you're rlly great w your long fics !! n handmade heaven lead me to you and ur asks <3 and you're so chaotic too HAHA i like that :) dw ill always shower u w compliments bc u so deserve it bby !!! and i squeal sometimes when u reply to my asks w the same energy :(( n yes i just love you and your vibe in general <3 and im so excited 4 the collab !!! <3 thanks for reaching me out hehe or my slowburn fic journey wont happen :( anw ily and keep slayin issy baby!!!! :D

@kuro0luvr ツ

omg kieran .. the big phat supporter of chlojime is here people !!! <3 i just love loooove talking to you esp in the server & we scream abt anything n everything :( and thank u for always giving me support and everyone else when we're down!! you're one of my sunshines 2 :( i love how we just talk and instantly b close friends you know!! even tho we dont chat like in dms we r so close hehe :( and yes ill never forget how happy u got when i complimented that u have akaashi vibes <3 ty for being a good friend n supporter to me :(((

@oikawasbliss ツ

milo everyday !!! >:) i missed our interactions tbh :( you're just so chill n i vibe w u a lot!! your themes omg i want em its so aesthetic and everything <3 and uhm i love ur love for oikawa >< i mean who wouldn't but whenever i see smth kawa related i think of u immediately T_T and yes ure just so so cool :(( lets talk more soon gah and maybe talk abt aot hehe smirks <3 and yes i just like ur themes and vibe a lot <3 lets talk more soon gah >:)

@himichii ツ

I KNOW we didn't talk really like until few weeks ago but ... you're so funny and kind n lowkey sweet HAHA u were so intimidating before i can't talk 2 u <//3 but im glad i did !! not me writin this and listening to the playlist u made for me :( omg thank u for that and the other that u posted, i felt nostalgic and (good) sad on d inside <3 HAHS lets talk more omfg idk what 2 say :( OH oh ure a greatt writer :( the angst u sent yesterday made me sad gah <3 let's talk more in the new years!!! :(

@hajimine ツ

oml lexy bae where do i start??? omg ily like <3 because you're so nice n sweet n so funny 2!! glad i started participating in your ask games and on that we became friends hehe :( i love how we just talk abt anything on your asks <33 like ur life keeps me entertained HAHA and when u became more chaotic n all that .. i liked it!!! :( and oh u write so well if u didnt know >:( can't wait 4 more interactions w you bae !! <3 and ugh omg ily <3 literally cannot express how much :( you have good vibes n i wanna have that too !! and love how we just scream over one man ;D

@lcaita ツ

omg kai ... hi <3 HAHS sorry if im so awkward wtf but ure so cool and so funny !!! i like ur vibes always even tho ure not always around <3 and when youre around i just get happy !!! >< for some reason i love ur name hehe and uhm i love ur aesthetics hehe on ur acc !!! >:) and yes thank u for being a kind friend hehe :( lets talk more next yr abt anything!!! maybe abt ur mans (kaashi, semi, others) hehe ;)

@kemochie ツ

nea !!! i just . wanna say that you're a sweet human being :( and deserve the world :( ik we didnt interact much yet but !!! i love u already n your aura in general <3 and i just get soft on ur username for some reason T_T i love our little interactions from time 2 time n i wanna boost that more on the new years!! <3 idk i like u :( that's it thats my say :(

@nightmareupondaydream ツ

kana baby !!! im so grateful for u whenever u send me sweet words at random times ... and when i need it <3 and i missed our chats in dms :( lets do it again sometime !! im gonna be here for u okay :( and you're so sweet fr i love u,, and yeah just talkin about how shitty life is or how my writing goes, let's do that on the new years oki!! <3333

@ravscrii ツ

thank u for being there like really >< ik u have own probs to solve but you still helped me :( ty for being a great listener and supporter hehe <3 u deserve great things !!! and pls dw okay we're good even tho we arent talking that much :( i miss that hehe n ure a kind and funny person ASHS esp in the server ur replies n everything make me laugh :( lets talk more soon like the old times AAAAAA i miss it hehe <3 and goodluck on genshin HAHA pls entertain me w it even tho i don't play </3

@rintaroll ツ

olivia babe <3 omg i missed u sorry 4 not checking on u :( forgive me <//3 just wnna say u totally made my 2020 better n a little more bearable <3 i like ur vibes sm and ur name .. olivia wow i like it :( and oh you're so aesthetic like ur blog in general ??? hello pls step on me :( and u also influenced me (for some reason) to like tsumu more ?! which i dont mind at all .. i like it when we scream over tsumu or i tease u n him getting horknee :D yeah and god i can't forget the time we fangirled over gojo on ur asks ... and u sent me gojo gifs which made me scream <3 one of my unforgettable moments w ya!!

to my hajime anon + mod ツ

thank u for always being here :( and you just chatting w me makes me so happy <3 i hope you'll see this hehe and just thank u and ily yknow :( when im down or happy, or shitty you're just there, supporting me always <3 im so grateful for that!! and hajime anon mod ily :( thank u for taking ur time to chat w me and make me so happy hehe <3 take ur time okay :)

to my baby, stella ツ

AAAAAAA idk if you'll see this but shoot me an ask if u saw :( uhm i love ur vibes and you're so cool !! promise <3 and your theme changes r always so beautiful <3 pls pls i love you so much agh im so worried when u deactivated :( pls dont overwork okay whenever ure working :( i love talkin to u always in ur asks !!! ure so sweet and lovely grr >:( u deserve all d good things okay ily stel :((

[catalystcrisis]

Pride and Paintings

Commissioned by @giggles-piratically! This is the lovely redditor who also wrote the fic based on Merrill’s Regency portrait! Thank you so, so much for the gift fic - it’s so sweet, and lovely! It’s the first time I’ve received a fic inspired by one of my artworks, ever! I have it posted under the cut in case anyone else would like to read this wonderful fic :) Again, thank you thank you thank you!

Author: /u/tmande2nd aka @giggles-piratically Rating: General Pairing: referenced Garrett x Merrill as ancestors, main characters are Alain Hawke (great-grandson) & Mia Hawke (great-great-granddaughter). Summary: Alain passes down tales of their ancestor Merrill to Mia after unearthing her portrait from the dusty recesses of the estate attic. Much wholesome, many cutes <3 Status: Complete

Pride and Paintings.

In the dusty reaches of an attic between chests of forgotten goods and crates of disregarded furniture an old man precariously perched himself atop a rickety old chair as a young girl nervously did her best to hold it steady against the weathered shelves the old man was rummaging through.

“Grandfather, please if you fall again mother wont let us spend any time together alone! Nanny Velinna doesn't let you tell any jokes or stories! I don't want to read the Chant again!” the girl implored him doing her best to not come off as pleading.

Chuckling to himself the old man steadied himself and looked back giving her the same smile he had given people for the last seventy years. The infamous Hawke “I truly know what I am doing trust me” smile that had gotten generations of Hawke into and out of trouble in equal measure.

“Don’t worry little one, I once balanced atop a giant bucking nug while fleeing from Qunari, I can handle an old chair,” he said confidently.

Turning back to the task at hand he pretended to not notice his granddaughter’s snort of disbelief as his hands carefully unwrapped another painting.

“Damn it another Mabari” he thought to himself as he moved onto the next. Somewhere in the distant past the Hawke estate had enough Mabari paintings to even revolt a Fereldan so up they went to storage. His grandmother had truly loved breeding Mabari, painting Mabari, and talking about Mabari it seems. Granted she had introduced the breed to the Free Marches but even he admitted to himself she took it perhaps to far.

“Grandfather, it’s okay if you can’t find her painting, I don't want to see you get hurt again,” his granddaughter said almost pleadingly. “They won’t throw them out, mother always says she will throw things out if I don’t pick them up but she never does! You just have to cry a little and look said and she always moves it to another day...” she added.

“No little one, this....this is something I don't want to risk,” he replied.

He promised to show her what her great great grandmother looked like and Maker’s breath he was going to show her. Painting after painting was went through and after almost another half an hour he had nearly given up hope. That was until he unwrapped another painting and he saw the frame that had kept that painting ever since he was a little boy. He should have never let his daughter put this one away, to make space for that garish painting about the breach. Everyone had a painting about the breach, but no one had a painting that meant quite as much as this one did.

Carefully unwrapping it and gently taking away the thin layer of dust with his breath, Alain Hawke stepped off the ladder and took the painting towards the window to show his granddaughter.

“Well Mia, this is your great-great-grandmother when she was only thirty and had just married your great-great-grandfather,” Alain said as he made space for his granddaughter to get a better view.

Gasping in shock Mia looked at the painting her grandfather was holding in the sunbeam with wonder in her eyes for a few moments before she started babbling in sheer excitement.

“IT IS TRUE! I do have her green eyes, and she has daisy flowers in her hair just like the book! She is just so pretty no wonder Great Great Grandpa fell in love! Momma looks so much like her and Uncle Carver is a mage just like her! What did she say when you met her! Did she still look like that when she held you! PLEASE! I want to know please please? ....Please?” Mia managed to say in one breath.

Laughing quietly Alain gently hugged her and said, “Oh no she had some grey in her hair when she first held me and some lines around her eyes...but yes she did look like that.”

Smiling in excitement Mia tried to take in every feature of the painting she could and for a few minutes was enraptured to see such a part of her family in front of her.

“Were all the stories true from the book? Did she really fight the Qunari with Garrett Hawke? Did he really carry her all the way up a mountain? Did they really get married by Divine Victoria? OH! Did she-” Mia started to babble again before Alain hushed her.

“Yes, yes all of it was true especially the parts that aren't in the books like when she and Garrett rescued the King of the Halla from Tevinter Slavers,” Alain said as he got up and lifted both painting and granddaughter before heading back to a less dusty part of the manor.

So it was that Alain and Mia departed the attic and placed the painting back with the rest of the family paintings. Some of his ...other relatives may shudder at having an elven woman in the family tree but as for himself Alain would never consider excising the smiling lady who held him as a child and told him stories about elves, and gods, and the occasional ball of twine.

Smiling as he looked at the painting Alain headed for the kitchen carrying his granddaughter with him.

“...goodbye Grandma Merrill...” Mia whispered over his shoulder as she waved at the door.

“Now once we get some actual food I will tell you all about the Halla king,” Alain started as the two went down the hall way.

“You see it all started when another ancestor named Gamlen lost a card game against a Halla criminal...”