#my pal daisy

[tennfan2]

Nice to Meet You (Again)

(Oh hey - it’s my first scene log in… a long damn time! Also, Daisy? Put the card for this away while you read.)

First, a confession: my thing with memory play is that it kind of pisses me off that people are able to do it. I mean, I’m happy for them, but it’s always been kind of elusive for me. As a result, I’ve always had kind of mixed success with it as a hypnotist.

So when my friend Daisy, who I’d been talking with since last summer and doing online trancy things with since the fall, mentioned being sort of curious about it, I was happy to play around. She’s a really good subject - someone who just inherently “gets it” - so I felt pretty good about the possibilities.

So, over a few weeks, we played with some simple things and over time we built a metaphor I really love. The idea is this: our brains are reference libraries, our memories are books, and there sure are a ton of books there, right? Too many to keep up with. So we all have a card catalog we can flip through to find the right one. The books never leave (it’s a reference library, obviously) but if you lose the card that tells you where it is? Then it’s essentially impossible to find.

I learned that Daisy would be arriving to Charmed a day before I’d be able to get there, but since I live nearby, I had an idea. What if I picked her up on Wednesday evening and had her forget I’d done so, giving us two chances to meet for the first time?

I threw out the idea during one of our conversations and it was quite well received. I believe the response was just “HOT. Hot.”

A couple of weeks before Charmed, I had her in trance and walked through the particulars of the plan, and let her know that there was no need to remember that we’d even talked about it. Her (very excellent) brain did the rest and over the ensuing days she knew that we’d discussed… something, but there was no clue as to what.

So there I was, pulling up to the airport on the Wednesday before Charmed, and there she was, waiting on the curb. It had been a long time since I’d had that kind of moment–the one that comes from months of conversation and phone calls and Skype trances and that joy of finally meeting someone who felt like an old friend in the flesh. All joy, all around.

We got into the car and started driving and chatting, but I looked at my GPS and realized I’d totally overestimated the drive from the airport to the hotel. I quickly asked her if I could do a thing, and she agreed; I put her into trance as we drove and reminded her about the plan:

I’d take her to the hotel and get her settled, but as soon as I left, she’d forget how she got there, remembering only a lovely rideshare ride with a very nice driver. She’d know she’d gotten there safely and it would all make good sense in her mind. I also planted some other Easter eggs for the weekend, and helped reinforce some safety suggestions we’d built over the time we’d be playing.

We got to the hotel and she checked in, I went up to her room with her and got her settled, and then headed for home. Friends, it was *audaciously* hard to pry myself away. But I knew the payoff would be worth it.

She actually texted the next afternoon to see when I’d be arriving with my merry band of carmates, who I’d told about my plan, but when we arrived, she was engaged as a demo bottom and eager learner in Wiseguy’s first-day class! It was hilarious because I’d rounded up most of my covid pod for the weekend to watch the big reveal, and they were… slightly impatient as we awaited her getting out of class.

But when she arrived from class? It was pure, unmitigated joy, again. I knew it would be fun to meet her twice for the first time, but I can’t overstate how cool it was.

The look on her face to “finally” meet was so real, so joyful. It was as close as one could get to perfect. I introduced her to my friends, and then leaned in to ask… “is there anything you need to remember?”

Y’all. Y’ALL. It could not have been better. Her eyes rolled up and fluttered for what seemed like a minute, but was probably just a few seconds. Seeing the memories return to her mind in real time was unlike anything I’d ever really experienced. She turned to me, said “... you little shit.” (a term of endearment - take my word for it) and then just collapsed into a squat for… a while.

It was so fun, so exciting, and so incredibly cool to do this, and I’m so grateful to Daisy for letting poke around in her brain (which is a truly excellent co-conspirator in all of this). What a great way to start a great weekend.

[ohdorothea]

The daisy motif is the motif that will always always always completely break me like what in the fuck

[samwpmarleau]

fic: touch my soul (you know how)

whumptober day 12: starvation masterlist: tumblr, ao3 If she only has a few more fleeting moments to see him, ever, she’s going to spend it doing what she’s more than once thought about ever since he flashed her that smug little smirk as she quaked him against the junkyard shelves. warning: very nsfw

“God, I’m a mess,” Daisy sniffles, once Mack and Yo-Yo set off to have what she’s sure will be a complicated conversation.

Unthinkingly, she swipes at the tears on her cheeks; the black mascara residue on her fingers tells her now she must look like even more of a mess. Then again, it’s been an harrowingly long day, and frankly, Robbie’s seen her in far worse states than this.

“Still less eyeliner than last time I saw you.”

“I was depressed, you jerk.”

Robbie smiles, making her wish not for the first time that she could’ve known him before the whole flaming head thing. His glimpses of lightness are few and far between, but she’s glimpsed enough to know that once upon a time, that light came out a lot more often. Brooding suits him, sure, but she likes the alternative better. Maybe spending some time on Earth will do him good.

“Anyway,” she says, “once everything blows over, I’m inviting myself over for dinner, so let me know what —”

“Dinner?”

“Yeah, with Gabe. Aren’t you going back to L.A.?”

Robbie’s smile fades. “Oh. No.”

“What do you mean no?”

“I mean, I have to take care of the book. That’s the entire reason I’m here.”

“But — you’ve only been here for a few hours.”

“I don’t get a vote.”

“You can’t ask for a few vacation days?”

“No. Soon as the Rider’s done with Coulson, he’ll come back to me and we’ll be gone. I wasn’t kidding when I told you I’ve never felt hate like that from him before. He’ll take over completely if I try to fight him on this.”

Daisy stares at him, incredulous. “How could you make that deal?”

“Daisy —”

“No, don’t ‘Daisy’ me. Mack told me what the terms were, and they’re terrible.”

“It doesn’t matter. The alternative was letting a good man suffer for things I did. The Rider wasn’t going to let go of Mack for anything less than what I offered.”

“Gabe was right,” Daisy snaps, “you do blame yourself for things that aren’t your fault. Yes, Mack’s a good man. But so are you. You really have that low of an opinion about yourself?”

“So, what’s your solution, girl?” Robbie laughs. There is very little humor in it. “You think you can hack a deal with the devil or something? Come on. There’s no way out of this.”

She doesn’t have a good answer to that, but she’s not about to accept that he’s right either, that there’s no escape. It’s too depressing to think about. Hesitantly, Robbie reaches out to grasp her wrist. It surprises her a little, though perhaps it shouldn’t; for someone whose inner demons are literal, he can be impossibly gentle.

“Don’t worry about me. I’ve dealt with the Rider for six years, what’s a little longer?”

“Eternity is not a little longer, Reyes.”

Robbie sighs. “What do you want me to say?”

“I don’t know! Anything other than this zen bullshit. It’s like you don’t even care about the people you’re leaving behind.”

“Of course I care.”

“Really? Because you seem real eager to skip off back to hell. Were you even planning on saying goodbye?”

“I already called Gabe.”

“I wasn’t talking about Gabe. I mean, not only about Gabe.” Daisy pokes a finger into his chest. “Actually, I should get two goodbyes.”

Robbie gives a slight frown, like she’s speaking gibberish. “Didn’t exactly have a chance last time. And I didn’t know you’d want one.”

“I told you, I vet my vengeance demons before I hop in a car with them. We were a team. Ish.”

“Yeah, ish. You took off pretty quick.” There’s a slight edge to his words that takes Daisy aback. He elaborates, “The night of the blackout. I went to deal with Canelo’s and get you some supplies, and you were gone. Not even a note.”

She considers telling him what precipitated her leaving. But she can’t throw Gabe under the bus like that any more than she could when he first had warned her away from his brother. There’s genuine hurt on Robbie’s face, though, which is something she admittedly had never stopped to think about. She’d assumed it wouldn’t make a difference to him whether she was there or not.

“Sorry. Look, it wasn’t anything to do with you. You know how I was. I sabotaged myself, and sometimes other people got caught in the crossfire.”

That’s the truth, too. Gabe was just an excuse. She’d seen the writing on the wall, that she could easily get attached to Robbie’s intriguing contrast of light and dark, so she was more than happy to walk right out the door.

“You can’t have thought I was that good of company. As I recall, you tied me up and tried to find evidence that I deserved to die.”

“That was before, and not the point.”

“Okay, well, I can’t change any of that now. You weren’t the reason I left your house that night.”

Robbie looks somewhat mollified.

Given the current circumstances, however, she thinks she still comes out on top of this particular argument. “At least I was in this dimension. Which is more than can be said for you.”

She takes a minute to commit his face to memory. There’s only one way all this can go from here.

“I’m never gonna see you again, am I?”

“I don’t know.”

Frustration, anger, sadness, and panic combine to form a knot in her throat, preventing her from speaking. Not that she knows what she’d say even if she could speak. She’s too drained to know what to do. To accept that no sooner has Robbie come back to Earth than he has to leave again. No time to breathe or have a real conversation. Barely even any time for him to enjoy the Rider taking a sabbatical.

She’s never known him as this, she realizes. As himself. He’s always had another half to him. But, temporarily, that other half has attached itself elsewhere. There is no one listening in or raring to take control. He’s who she thought he was the night they met, flashing her that smug little smirk as she quaked him against the junkyard shelves.

“Daisy?” Robbie prompts.

I’m here now, he’d said, soft and hopeful in a way he wasn’t back then, and that’s good.

Wasting no more time they don’t have, she fists her hands in his jacket and kisses him.

It’s hard and artless, but right now, she doesn’t care. If she only has a few more fleeting moments to see him, ever, she’s not going to spend them being mournful.

Before she can do anything further, however, Robbie pulls away. “Daisy, wait —”

“Ghost Rider can give you fifteen minutes.”

“It’s not that.”

She registers his hesitation and lets go of him. “Oh, you don’t … sorry, I thought …”

“It’s not that either.”

“Okay, then what’s the problem?”

“You deserve better than fifteen minutes. I don’t want you to regret anything.”

“I won’t. Save your chivalry for someone else.”

He delays a moment more, as if wondering whether this is a test, then abruptly pulls her to him and kisses her like any second now she’s going to change her mind. She almost laughs at the unexpected fervor. She’s only ever known him as reserved, someone who’s painstakingly aware of every movement he makes. The danger he poses.

A danger which now, he doesn’t have. Now, he’s just a man.

She gladly lets him tug off her shirt, but stills his hands as he goes to remove his jacket. “Don’t. I’m kinda into it.”

“You’re — you do know I’ve killed people in this jacket?”

“You’ve also saved people in it. Try not to pop a boner next time you take someone out.”

Baffled, he nonetheless leaves the jacket where it is and complies, “Whatever you want.”

“Dangerous words.”

“Not if I mean them.”

“All right, then,” Daisy says as she tosses aside her pants and underwear. “Make me remember you, Robbie Reyes.”

Robbie’s smile is as bittersweet as the reality she knows soon will crash down upon them. “Yes, ma’am.”

She expects him to lift her when he guides her to the wall, but instead he drops to his knees and nudges her feet apart. He nuzzles the inside of her thigh, then lifts her leg over his shoulder for better access. Kisses are pressed to her soft skin, closer and closer to where she really wants him. His hands slide down the swell of her rear to grip her hips and keep her in place.

Which is probably a good thing, as she tries to buck into him when finally he puts his mouth on her. He licks a stripe along her slit, lapping at her like he’s been craving it. Maybe he has, desiring her all this time yet worlds away from being able to have her. And now he’s inflicting that upon her, infuriatingly avoiding her clit even as he presses two fingers inside her.

She lets out a low huff of annoyance at his measured pace, half of her wanting him to hurry the hell up, and the other wanting to drag this out. He begins shallowly pumping his fingers in and out of her and curls them at the knuckle to brush against her walls.

She inhales sharply as he finally closes his mouth around her clit. Her breathing falters as her pleasure builds, and she tangles her fingers in his hair. She wishes it were longer, so she get a proper grip. Remind him who exactly is in charge here.

Unsubtle hint received, he urges her closer, quickening his pace. Wetness begins to drip down her thighs; his fingers must be slicked in it. The thought has her tightening her leg around him, and he moans against her. The vibration does it, pulling a cry from her as her orgasm hits.

Not waiting for her to ride it out, he abruptly sets her onto the table, unbuckles his jeans, and pushes inside her in one firm stroke. She gasps at the intrusion; he’s not small, and it’s been eight months since she’s been with anyone. But it’s a quick adjustment, for she’s more than wet enough.

She wraps her legs around his waist as he shoves into her again, and again. His hands will leave bruises, she thinks, with the pressure at which he holds her. She doesn’t care. He understood the assignment — bruises mean she couldn’t forget him even if she tried.

“Mark me,” she commands. He slows in question, and she nods. “Do it.”

Looming over her, he kisses her once, then sinks his teeth into the soft flesh of her shoulder. She winces at the sting but leans into him as he nips up her neck and leaves behind distinguishable red marks that she prays no one asks about. He adjusts his hold on her, then pulls her fast and hard onto him. It’s just this side of painful, not that she’s complaining.

She hopes wherever Coulson and the others are is nowhere near here. Robbie’s thrusts are anything but quiet, the sounds of her ecstasy carry into the hallway, and she can hear the rustling of his leather jacket and muffled squeak of the table every time it shifts beneath her. She feels herself again begin to lose control — and so does he.

“Vente para mí,” he murmurs in her ear.

“What?”

He chuckles and translates, “Come for me.”

Robbie reaches between them to rub her clit and, apparently buoyed by her reaction to his words, caresses her with more Spanish she doesn’t understand. He could be reciting a recipe for all she knows, but whatever it is, she drowns herself in it.

Robbie falls first. His movements stutter then stop, and with a grunt he releases inside her. The sensation snaps every shred of her self-control, sending her over the edge. The room trembles as she comes with his name on her lips.

It takes several moments for her to regain her wits, consumed as she is. Robbie’s no different, if the way he delays pulling out is any indication.

God, if she’d known he was this good of a lay, she’d have fucked him a long time ago.

Well, no, probably not. She hadn’t been in any kind of headspace to do that the last time they were around each other. She’s not sure he had been either.

But she’d have thought about it.

She hears Robbie let out a quiet snort, and doesn’t have to ask why once she follows his line of sight. The screens of three different monitors have been cracked or blown out entirely, and everything that wasn’t bolted down has shifted. She covers her face with her hands. How is she supposed to explain that to Fitz and Simmons?

“Never caused an earthquake before,” Robbie muses.

She groans in humiliation, but lets him pull her up. He looks wrecked, chest heaving and face sheened in sweat, which makes her feel marginally better.

She drops her head against his shoulder, savoring what she can. As both arousal and afterglow fade, reality begins to set in.

It can’t have taken that long for the Rider to dispatch Aida, not with how full of rage he was, and no doubt he’d want to return to his true host as soon as possible. Take Robbie away again, indefinitely, forever.

Daisy clings tighter to him. Maybe if she refuses to give up, he won’t leave.

He has to, though. She knows that. What either of them wants doesn’t matter anyway; Robbie’d made his deal, and the Rider is without compassion. There’s no do-over, no second chance.

Reluctantly, she lets go of him. “Promise me you’ll be careful? Promise me you’ll come back.”

“I can’t. The Rider —”

“Fuck the Rider.” Daisy cups his face in her hands and demands, “Tell me this isn’t goodbye.”

“I don’t make promises I can’t keep.”

“I don’t care if it’s a lie, just —”

“Daisy, no.”

“Please.”

He gently brushes her hair out of her face in place of an answer. Which, really, is an answer all the same.

“Daisy? Robbie?”

Daisy jumps at hearing Coulson’s voice down the hallway. His footsteps draw closer, too close. Robbie squeezes his eyes shut, like he can feel the Rider approaching. Maybe he can.

Lacking choice, Daisy relents, “Try. You owe me that much.”

“Promise,” he says with a half-smile. He kisses away her scowl.

They dress quickly, silently. What else is there to say?

Coulson arrives just as she’s zipping up her top. With no preamble, she watches vengeance leave him to return home to roost.

She turns away as Robbie’s eyes begin to glow. She’s lost him, again.

[lampadinarotta]

Guess you could say I'm... heh... a bit of a Dahlicer...

[the-smartaleck]

can you draw luigi x bowser

Pfft i guess

Additionally,

[yourgoldennotebook]

i was looking for inspo (for a small town romance series i'm ghostwriting for a client) and pulled up a random ryke & daisy playlist... and now i'm crying and must do a reread

GOD DAMN IT

[zyhkoo]

🌼 daisy

fluff, f!civillian, pt 2 of this

( you are his only exception. )

Starting the next few days, there was.. a subtle shift in your relationship with Jason.

The small moments and gestures became more meaningful, a simple brush of hands or a glance held for too long. Jason knows he is absolutely doomed.

He would do things he would never do to his siblings. He would go out on cold nights to buy you the food you liked, just so he could see that little grateful smile on your face. He would let you convince him to try new films that he absolutely had no interest in, to see the way your eyes lit up as you talked about it.

One night, he went in your apartment window again. As he looked around and called your name, there was no answer. You were probably working late again he thought, so he shrugged and sat down on the couch.

His eyes flickered towards your door as he noticed the struggle of it fumbling to get open. He tensed immediately, his senses on high alert. Whoever was trying to open the door wasn't doing it quietly, that was for sure. He stood up, crossing the room quietly as he watched the door.

The struggle continued, the sound of the lock attempting to open echoed through the quiet apartment. Jason hovered just a few steps away from the door, his eyes darting from the doorknob to the small peep hole.

As the robber opened the door, he was met with a very menacing man with a red helmet. Jason didn't give the guy a chance to react. He lunged forward before the robber could even reach for his weapon, Jason had already disarmed him, pinning him against the wall.

The robber let out a cry of surprise and pain as Jason slammed him against the wall, his hands gripping tightly on the collar.

"You picked the wrong place, pal,"

The robber struggled against Jason's grip, his eyes wide and fearful as he found himself at the mercy of the Red Hood. "Please, man, I didn't—" he started to protest, but Jason cut him off with a harsh shove against the wall, shutting him up immediately.

"Shut up," Jason said, his voice hard. “Look, I will give you 30 seconds to get out of his apartment and if I still see you here you’re dead.”

The robber's eyes widened in terror as he trembled in fear. "Alright, alright! I'm going, man, I swear!" he stuttered out. Jason drops him on the ground as he watches the robber scurry away.

He looked to the side and realized you were there watching all along with wide eyes and an open mouth.

“Good evening to you too.” you said.

"You're back," he said gruffly, his voice slightly quieter than usual. He took a step towards you, his eyes studying your expression.

“Did you really have to beat him up with your helmet on?”

"Yeah, I had to make sure he got the message," he replied, a bit amused. He approached you, crossing his arms over his chest. "You weren't supposed to see that."

He didn’t want you to see that ugly side of him— he was worried that you wouldn’t understand or if it would scare you away.

“I figured.” you replied “But, at least you kept my apartment safe.” you let out an amused huff as you walked to your door “You break into mine every night.”

"That's different," he rebutted. "I'm not a criminal, I'm just... checking up on you."

On a different night, he came in your window early again. He took a few steps into the room, his eyes scanning the surroundings. You were probably working late again, he thought.

Jason tensed slightly as he heard the door open, his instincts kicking in as he turned to see who was there. When he saw that it was you, he let out a sigh of relief, his shoulders relaxing fractionally. "You're back," he said.

You flashed him a warm smile “Hiii.” you chuckled. Jason saw as you stumbled a bit as you closed the door, he crossed the door towards you as he looked at you funny. “You good?”

“M’ kay.” you responded with a slur. Jason’s eyes narrowed as he picked up the slur in your voice, could you be drunk? His hand reached out to support you. "Are you drunk?" he asked as you hummed in response, “Mmmaybe.” you answered “I could be.”

Jason's eyes flicked over you, looking at your slightly dazed expression and your stumbling steps. He sighed, "You're definitely drunk," he grumbled, his hand still on your arm to steady you.

He gently guided you over to the couch, easing you down onto the cushions. "How much did you drink?" he asked, a bit annoyed. You extended out your arms, “This much..” he looks at you deadpanned, “Very precise.” he says dryly.

He ponders for a moment, should he take care of you? Or should he just put you to bed and leave? But then he looks at your dazed expression and thinks that you definitely need to be taken care of.

"What were you doing drinking so much?" he asked, his voice changing to a softer tone. You merely shrugged, “Co-workers invited me dunnoo..” he let out a small scoff, "You should know your limits.” he scolds.

You shrugged, “I drank a lot cause I know you’d take care of m’ anyway.” you said as you poked his shoulder. He exhaled slowly, trying to maintain his usual tough demeanor even though he was secretly touched by your trust. "Yeah, well, don't make a habit of it,"

Jason got up from the couch and made his way to the kitchen. He rummaged through the cupboards, looking for a glass. As he poured water in the cup, he carried the glass of water back to the living room, finding you seated on the couch with a vacant look on your face.

"Drink this," he opened your palm and placed the glass in your hand. But your grip was a bit loose so Jason grabbed the glass before it dropped.

Jason sighs as he holds the glass up your lips. His other hand was on your shoulder, steady and grounding. "Sip slowly," he instructed. He held the glass steady as you drank, watching intently to ensure you didn’t choke or spill.

Once you were done, he slowly lowered the glass, his hand still laying on your shoulder.

He took a moment to study your face, checking to see if you were any less dazed than before. Your eyes were still slightly glassy, your movements a bit clumsy. You were still definitely drunk. He let out another sigh, his hand still on your shoulder. “You’re a mess,” you smiled, “Your mess.” you retorted.

Jason's eyes widened fractionally at your response, heat creeping up his neck. "You're not making this any easier," he grumbled. How are you not throwing up yet?

You took his face in your hands, “You’re a pretty handsome fella.” he swallowed, his voice gruff yet soft, "And you're very drunk, sweetheart."

“Mmm, you knoww.. I changed my favorite color into red for ya.” you said as you started to ramble. Jason raised an eyebrow, "Red?”

“Yah, cause ‘Red’ Hood.” What a weirdo.

A huff escaped from Jason's lips. "Is that so?" he asked, "You changed your favorite color to red because of me?"

“Uhuh.” you nodded. "That's…” he started, “That's sweet.” he simply responded. You frowned, “You sound unsure.”

Jason's expression falters. He didn't want you to think he wasn't sincerely pleased. "No, I am," he hastened to reassure you. He reached up, his hand gently cupping the one you had on his cheek. “I’m just surprised, that's all.”

You started to smile again, “Really?” your smile was infectious— even in your drunk state. “Really,” He nodded, Jason thought it was funny how you could barely hold a glass of water yet you could firmly hold his face.

“You got a strong grip, for someone so drunk,” he commented. “Cause if I let go… you might leave for t’ night.” you slurred. Jason's chest tightened at your words. He looked at you, his expression softening.

Well, of course he needed to leave every night. What if someone tracked him and it led to your place? Or who knows whatever people would break in and take you as a hostage.

He shook his head slightly. He had no intention of leaving, not in your current state. “Not going anywhere, sweetheart,” he reassured, “I’ll stay.” your eyes bore into his, “You leave every night, I don’t like it.”

You were right, he did leave every night. It was a habit he had gotten used to. He sighed, “I’ll stay tonight, I promise.” He knew that he couldn’t tell you the reason why he had to leave each night. It was too dangerous, too risky. He had to maintain his cover, both for his and your safety.

But for now, he wanted to give you a little peace of mind.

“I’m not going anywhere tonight,” he repeated, “I’ll stay here with you.”

“Promise?” you said softly. He met your gaze, his eyes steady and sincere. He couldn’t look away, not when you were looking at him like that. “Promise,” he affirmed back.

You smiled as you closed your eyes and rested your forehead against his. He tried to keep his cool, but your actions were affecting him more than he cared to admit. “I wanted t’ ask ya that for a while…” you confessed, “But m’ knew you’d say no.” you added as you slightly opened your eyes.

He couldn’t deny that you were right. He would have said no. He would have rejected you, made up some excuse. It was safer for both of you that way, or so he had convinced himself.

“I wanna cook ya food, patch up your wounds or.. or.. anything to make you stay.” you closed your eyes firmly, trying not to get your emotions ahead of you.

Jason could hear the longing in your voice and he felt the desperation as your hands shaked on his face. It was more than just wanting him to stay, it was begging him on some level.

But as he looked at you, your face pressed against his, your eyes tightly shut as if holding back more than just tears, he couldn't do it. “Look at me,” he requested.

The moment your eyes met his, Jason felt an odd tug at his heart. “What do you want, sweetheart?” your voice was shaky, “I—I want us.”

Looking at you, seeing the look in your eyes, he knew it was too late. His heart was already in your hands. “Okay,” he said, his voice a soft whisper, “Okay.” you looked at him confused, “Okay?”

"Yeah," he affirmed, "Okay as in... I want us too."

“You’re not agreein’ cause m’ drunk are ya?” you weren’t sure if he was just humoring you. He shook his head slightly, his gaze steady on yours. "No, sweetheart. I'm not just saying it because you're drunk. I mean it."

He took the hands holding his face and placed it in his heart. He looked at you, “Can you feel that?” he asked, “That’s me. That’s my heart. It’s all yours.” as you felt the hard thumps on his chest your cheeks flushed.

“You get embarrassed too easily,” he playfully scoffs, “Just from touching my chest?”

“M’ not embarrassed..” you protested. “Sure.”

“Come on,” he pats your shoulder. “Let’s get you to bed.” He extracted your hands from his chest and rose to his feet. “Can you stand?” he asked, “Dunno..” you responded.

Jason sighed as he picked you up the couch, “Which room is yours?” he asked, looking down at you in his arms, “That one.” you pointed.

He pushed the door open with his bicep, and walked over to the bed and gently laid you down on the soft mattress. Once you were settled on the bed, Jason took a moment to remove your shoes, setting them down neatly on the floor.

Next, he took off your jacket, his fingers gently pulled the fabric and placed it on a chair beside the bed.

As he was about to pull the covers on you, you gripped his hand. “You said ya would stay tonight.” you reminded him. He sighed softly, “I said I would, didn’t I?” he reminded himself, “Right, scoot over.”

Jason settled himself on his back, his gaze fixed on the ceiling as he got comfortable. From the corner of his eye, Jason could feel your gaze on him. He could practically hear the thoughts in your head, the questions you wanted to ask.

He didn’t look at you, simply laying there, his eyes still fixed on the ceiling. “What?” he asked, you didn’t answer instead you held his arm— quietly seeking for his touch.

He turned onto his side, facing you. Then he gently moved his arm, pulling you to him. He wrapped his arm around you, letting you rest your head against his chest. He held you close, his hand gently stroking your back attempting to make you fall asleep.

In the morning, you felt an annoying ache in your head. Your throat was dry and your body felt sore, as you sat up you noticed a hand pressing your waist down.

Baffled, you looked to the side and saw Jason sleeping in your bed.

“….?”

Your mind struggled to process the situation, your thoughts a muddled mess. You must still be dreaming, or perhaps you were still drunk—there was no way Jason was actually in bed with you.

Yet, as you stared at him, the reality of the situation became more and more clear. His chest rose and fell with steady breaths, his face relaxed in sleep. This was real. You were a bit frustrated, rubbing your head as you tried to remember everything.

Jason’s eyes slowly opened as he felt you stirring next to him.

He lifted his head to look at you, seeing the confusion and frustration on your face. “Mornin’,” he yawned. “J—Jason.” you called his name, “If I did something stupid. I’m sorry.” you nervously chuckled, feeling a bit of guilt.

He looks at you for a moment, "You don't remember anything from last night, do you?" he asked. “..No, was it bad?” you asked. "Depends on your definition of bad," he responds.

He sat up in the bed, propping himself up on one elbow as he looked at you. "You were pretty drunk last night," he reminded you. “Oh, god. What did I do?”

He reached out and gently pats the back of your head “Settle down," he reassured you. "You didn’t do anything too crazy. You just had a bit too much to drink, that’s all."

"Do you want me to fill you in on what happened?"

“..would be nice, yeah.”

As he recalled the night, you flushed. Honestly, you wanted to jump off the window and never come back. You sighed as you buried your face in your hands, “I’m sorry.”

Jason reached out and gently pulled your hands away from your face. "Don’t be sorry," he said, "You didn’t do anything wrong. You just said what you felt, that’s all." He looked at you, his fingers still lightly wrapped around your wrists. "For the record, I thought it was sweet.” You scoffed, darting away from his gaze “Don’t say that.”

"And why not?” he questioned, “It’s true.”

"Do you really think I would reject you after you poured your heart out to me last night?" he huffs. “Huh?” you said, deadpanned.

He took a moment to choose his words carefully, his eyes locked on yours. "You want the truth?" he asked, his voice low but firm. He exhales, “Okay look, last night, when you said all that…” he said, "I was tempted to just brush it off.”

You nodded, “Yeah.” you muttered as you listened to him continue.

Jason continued, "But it’s just, you felt so real and I..." he trailed off for a moment, his thoughts churning behind his eyes. “It made me think... maybe I should be upfront too."

He paused for a bit, he was definitely not good with words. But this was for you, and he shouldn’t throw this opportunity.

“When you let me in your apartment while I was sitting injured on that snowy night… it was— I just couldn’t help but be infatuated. I hang around every night because.. you’re good company.” he confessed.

Your eyes soften, “Jason..” he then continues “I knew it was dangerous— for the both of us. To me, it was already dangerous that I was still visiting. But fuck, I just can’t help it because..” his eyes trail down.

“Because I think I'm falling for you,” he admitted. “And I hate it. It’s so damn stupid, but I can’t stop thinking about you. I can’t ignore the way I feel every time I land on your firescape and enter your window.”

He holds your shoulders, staring deep into your eyes. “In short, I love you. I want us.” You stared at him, stunned. You tried to find any trickery in his face, but there was none at all. “But— but what about you? You’re a vigilante, I’m just…”

"I know," he said, his voice rough. "And I know it's risky— for both of us. I can’t lead a double life, but that doesn’t change how I feel about you."

He sighed, his hands slipping down from your shoulders to take your hands in his own. "Look, I'm not good at this. I don't know how to do relationships, I'm not used to being open or whatever... But with you, it feels different. You make me want to try.”

“Are you.. are you sure?” you said as your hands slightly trembled in his grip.

“I’m sure,” he said firmly, his voice steady and unwavering. “I don’t know how we’ll make it work, but I know I want to try.” He lifted your hands, intertwining your fingers with his as he held them tightly. “You’re the only person that’s made me consider this,” he admits. “And I wouldn’t mind it.”

He takes a deep breath, saying his final words “I don’t care about the risks or the dangers right now. I just want you. If you’ll have me… I’m yours.”

You felt a lump in your throat as your heart beat out of your chest, “Okay.. okay, yes.”

Jason felt the tension in his chest ease as he heard your answer. "Okay," he repeated, "We're doing this, then." your eyes softened as you reached out for his cheek.

He reached up, gently taking your hand and holding it against his cheek. With your hand still against his cheek, he turned his head slightly, pressing a light kiss into your wrist.

“I love you.” you managed to crack out. He looked deeply into your eyes, “I love you too,” he said.

You leaned in and pressed a soft kiss on his lips. He kissed back, feeling your lips against his. As Jason pulled back ever so slightly, you could see the uncertainty clear in his eyes.

He looked at you for a moment, as if silently asking for reassurance, for your comfort and acceptance. Your eyes soften, “Are you afraid?” you asked. Jason took a deep breath, his gaze locking onto yours. “Pretty much..” he admitted, his voice barely a whisper. “I'm.. scared of fucking up.”

You let out a soft huff, “I‘m scared too but..” you reached out and placed your hands on his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your fingertips. “But we’ll figure it out together,” you said, “We’ll take it one step at a time.”

“Yeah, okay,” he murmured, “Together. We’ll do it together.”

Overtime, Jason started to spend more nights at your place, no longer slipping out in the dead of night. The change was subtle at first, but he began to make your place more like his own. There were small signs of his presence— a jacket draped over a chair, a pair of extra gloves on the table, a stray strand of his dark hair left on the pillowcase.

Jason stumbled into your apartment well past midnight, looking haggard and tired after a long patrol. His suit was scuffed with dirt and small splatters of blood.

Yet, despite his exhaustion, there was a restless energy that seemed to hum beneath his skin. As he entered through the window, he saw you sleeping on the couch, phone laying on your chest.

You must’ve fallen asleep waiting for him again. He found it both touching yet frustrating, he didn’t want you to wait for him all the time— yet appreciated it.

He placed your phone on the coffee table and slowly scooped your frame in his arms, carrying you into your bedroom. He placed you carefully on the soft sheets and pulled the blanket over you before heading to the bathroom.

As Jason flicked on the bathroom light, the sudden brightness caused you to stir, your eyes creaking open and adjusting to the light. You groggily sat up on the bed, rubbing your eyes as you tried to focus on the figure moving about inside the bathroom.

Through the crack in the door, you could see Jason in the bathroom, his reflection visible in the mirror. He was in the process of cleaning up, wiping away any dirt and blood from his patrol. The water in the sink was tinged crimson as he washed his hands, the evidence of his night's work disappearing down the drain.

After a few minutes, he emerges from the bathroom, his hair still with his new clothes. He stops in the doorway, his gaze falling on you. "You're up," he says, "Sorry If I woke you." You stretched and yawned, “It’s fine.” you replied as you placed your head on the pillows, your gaze never leaving his.

“You should go back to sleep,” he said gruffly, "You need rest."

“I’ll sleep if you sleep.” you said. Jason's lips quirked at your response, “You're not gonna let me win this, are you?" With that, he slid into the bed beside you, the mattress dipping under his weight.

The bed creaked slightly as he settled in, his body relaxing as he lay next to you. You wrapped your around his neck as you shifted closer to him, “How was work?” He reached an arm around your waist, pulling you into his embrace, your bodies flush against each other.

He let out a deep exhale, "It was... rough," he replied, ”Long night, lots of trouble. Same as usual.”

You hummed at his response, you could tell there was something off. “I’m guessing something happened?” he hated how you could read him so well.

Jason's grip on your waist tightened slightly, his fingers tracing slow, absentminded patterns on the bare skin of your hip. He was quiet for a moment, contemplating whether or not he should share what was on his mind.

Finally, he sighed, his voice a low rumble against your ear. "It’s just, sometimes I get tired fighting.”

Your cheek rested on his hair as you listened, “How so?” you asked. "It’s like— it feels like it never ends," he murmured, his words muffled against your skin. "No matter how many bad guys I take down, there's always more.”

You hummed, “Well, the city will never change. But saving a life can still make a difference.”

Jason scoffs, “No it’s not.” he said, you could hear the irritation and frustration in his voice. He paused for a moment, his fingers still tracing patterns on your hip. "I risk my life every night, and for what? The city's just as messed up as it was the night before.”

“There's hope somehow, it's subtle but.. it’s there I guess.” you said. "Hope," Jason said, the word tasting bitter in his mouth.

He let out a heavy sigh, his body sagging a bit as the weight of his thoughts pressed down on him again. "It's just... hard to see it sometimes," he confessed, his voice gruff.

You pulled him closer in his chest, “I guess it does when you’ve seen too much.” Jason buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent. He mumbled against your skin, “Yeah.. I’ve seen a lot.”

You gently caressed his back, silently reassuring him. “You’re fine, at least for now.” you whispered. He pressed his forehead against your shoulder, his voice a soft murmur. “For now.”

The soft melody of the record player filled the room, as the two of you swayed on the floor and dim light from the lamps cast a cozy glow on the living room.

Jason held you close, his hand firmly on your waist while his other hand held your hand. His movements were steady as he led you in the slow dance. You were still a bit clumsy, having a hard time following his steps, “Are you sure I’m doing it right?” you furrowed your brows as your eyes drifted to his feet.

He gently squeezed the hand he was holding, pulling you a bit closer so you would look up at him. "You’re doing fine," he reassured, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Just follow my lead."

You sighed, looking back up at him, “Don’t ever make me attend those Wayne galas or whatever..” he can’t help but lightly huff, "Don’t worry," he assured you, steering you around a twirl. "Wayne galas are the last place I’d want to take you."

You chuckled, “Why? Not fun for you?” Jason shrugged slightly, "Those events are all about showmanship and pretending. I’d rather stay here with you."

You tried to hold back a chuckle, “Wow, the Red Hood can say such sweet words.”

Jason could feel a slight flush creeping up his cheeks. He liked to keep a tough image (most of the time) but secretly he loved being able to show you his softer side.

He mumbled something under his breath, refusing to meet your gaze. “What’d you say?” you teased as you tilted your head.

"I said— nevermind," he grumbled, he tried to cover up his embarrassment by acting like he was irritated. The record player then comes to a halt, you turn your head to the player and back at him, “Fun’s over.”

"Looks like it," he replied, reluctantly letting go of your hand. "Guess we should call it a night then." you held his wrist, “Or.. we can stand here for a while.” you suggested as you leaned on his chest.

Jason's arms circled around your waist, pulling you closer against his chest. He buried his face in your hair, inhaling the sweet scent of your shampoo.

"Or that," he murmured, "I could stay like this for a while." Jason tilted his head, pressing a long kiss to the top of your head. You hummed as you let him kiss your face.

To him, you made everything so easy to forget. When he’s with you, it just goes away.

“You know it’s like 4 in the morning.” you pointed out. Jason hummed in acknowledgment, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on the small of your back. He didn’t care about the time at all.

"You're going to be tired tomorrow," he murmured, "And who's fault is that?" you retorted, poking his chest with your finger. He scoffs, rolling his eyes "Yeah, alright," he conceded, "You got me there."

🌊 my last post got a lot of attention, thank you! heres pt. 2 discord server

[hillhomed]

some of my elephants

(left to right, top to bottom) Pili/Slonik, Snooze, Precious, Toot, Charles, Pine, Jätterstor, Daisy, Tiger, Pita, Pal, Macaroni

[verodoodles]

🌈🎪The circus is in town!!🎈✨

Hello hello! My cute clay pins are officially open for grabs!🌈🌼✨

If you see a pal you’d like, please comment below or dm me and we’ll go from there! All pins are $26 (sweaters are $30) and include free s&h / US only!✨

I only have 4 pins of each design so act fast! 💨

Here’s what’s up for grabs!

• Piero the puppy clown 🐶🎪✨

• Noodle the Party Worm 🪱🎈

• Lil Dexter Worm❤️💛💙

• Clown Cloud🌈☁️

• Little Rock Star ⭐️🌈✨

• Wizard Frogs ✨Fern & Fran✨

• Rainbow Daisy Sweater 🌈🌼

[pancakepieman25]

Gifts I'm Giving Out

My daughter Art: Socks, a pet rock, two pounds of salt blessed by the god Geytl, A portable DVD player, WALL-E on DVD with extra content, a 20 gaude shotgun, a few candles, a dream catcher, a G.I.Joe action figure, a suit that I stole from some rich prick, a suitcase full of "fake" money, The Blues Brothers on DVD, a couple of shotgun shells, and a baseball cap.

Gabe: A card saying "Find a healthy hobby, and I hope your transition goes well," a cook book, a pack of smokes, a book about addiction, and a German style clock that is counterclockwise.

Pixy: A new car, and a MP40.

Zai: A mug saying "Best Mother" with an added thing on the side of it in marker, "Please don't hurt me."

Ell: Screw you

Waffle: A ticket to an Asylum, and an "Adult content" addiction group. And yes I have the police coming for you at this moment.

Daisy: A rock

Ultra: Paint supplies I random found in a car.

Unpleasant: A week supply of mac and cheese, a cook book, and 30 bucks.

Max: A note book, a pen, a candle, 30 different rituals and a lighter.

Cin: Beef jerky, six pounds of beef, a chicken (Alive, I call her Ted), 5 pounds of seeds, and pet toys.

Embro: A Luger I found in a rich prick house, a box of nails, a 2x4, hammer, a German World War II helmet, some gold coins and a pack of cigarettes.

Jesse: A DVD with of all of the episodes of Jessie (Use for only torture or boredom), a fine set of cigars I found from a rich prick, gold plated lighter, and a picture of a dog smoking a old timey pipe.

Rose: A book of how to win wars and meet people.

Radiohead: Another fine suit I stole from rich prick, a random book I found in German, and a pocket knife.

Cult (Sorry I forgot your new name): A book call "Maria on the Moon," another is "Stolen Tongues," and reading glasses.

Grat:

Lenora: A lantern (Heard you have a moth problem), a fish tank with a living habitat in it, and a book about bugs.

Seth: A plush of a yellow lookin' rat (From this series call Poke e men), a box of crayons, socks, and a dummy (His name is Billy).

Nore: A gold coin, a knife I'm pretty sure was used to skin cows (I don't know where I got it), Some flowers, flowerpots, and a watering can. (Yes, I stole from my old job, and no I don't regret it.)

Foolerene: A painting of a beautiful tree and barn house, an magical eyeball (Use when sick), and an ancient stone carver.

Cookie Star: A butter knife, and some swimming goggles.

Huzzah!!!: A gun (I don't really know you, don't worry, it's a glock 18)

Chip: A box of C4, baking trays, cookie cook book, and a wooden roller that I heard can do the job for you, but never seen it happen.

Unus: This German tank model, and this (I'm pretty sure is) 1940s German propaganda.

Rainbowxocs: A bunch of horror stories, a lamp, another fine suit, and a rock.

Lancia: A sword, bow, a bunch of arrows, a horse named Pal, and a picture of a rock.

Midnight Moon: Two tickets to a Dave Matthews Band show, bandage, a plush of a seal, and a life size model of a seal.

Xuan: A typewriter that is in German, a gold plated pen, and a whole lot of letters.

Art's mother: A session with a group of parents that abuse their kids, I know that this seems mean and a joke, but I want you to do better for your kid. Please go to it, Art needs her mother.

[lunaa-runee]

Constant Reminder

cw: Mafia AU, no curses, suggestive content, afab reader, major character death, hurt - no comfort

wc: 1.3k

The dimly lit room hummed with pulsating energy. Men dressed in fine suits filled the room, surrounded by a sea of scantily clad women who seemed to ooze seduction and desperation in equal measures. Amidst this lively scene, Kento sat alone at a corner table, his piercing gaze cutting through the haze of cigarette smoke as he nursed a glass of whiskey.

As the night wore on and drinks flowed freely, Kento's carefully cultivated network of informants worked their magic, extracting juicy secrets from unsuspecting businessmen. With each tidbit of information, Kento's power grew stronger, his influence reaching every corner of the city. This was his game - manipulating and controlling those around him through their deepest desires and darkest indiscretions. And he played it well, earning him the reputation of one of the city's most powerful men.

A hand lightly grazed against his shoulders, and he did his best to ignore it. But the woman, who owned the hand, was persistent as she planted herself on his lap. While most men would have welcomed such an opportunity, Kento was not one of them. He had to use all his self-control to keep from pushing her off of him.

"What the hell do you think you're doing," he grumbled.

"Kento," she purred into his ear, wrapping her arms around his neck. She leaned closer to him, exposing more of her chest as a blatant attempt at seduction.

Kento's eyes narrowed in a cold, stern glare." You should be working, we're busy."

"It's my night off." Daisy's finger, adorned with delicate red nail polish, glides over the contours of Kento's muscular chest

Daisy initially came to Tokyo for school but quickly became entangled in his world. Despite her attraction towards the underground businessman, he had no interest in being around her. His heart still belonged to someone who was no longer with him.

Kento's patience was growing thin, and his tone reflected this: "If you aren't working, you should go home. There's no point in staying here if you're not going to be useful to me."

Daisy pouted at his harsh tone, but her determination remained unshaken. As she leaned down to him, her lips trailed gentle kisses along his skin. "Why don't we sneak away to one of the private rooms and indulge in some playful fun?" she whispered seductively in his ear.

Kento's composure shattered in that instant. He forcefully pushed Daisy off his lap, her body crashing onto the hard floor. Her face twisted in shock. "Get out," he growled.

Fear took over her eyes, realizing her mistake in that moment. Quickly, she gathered herself, leaving his sight. She was at least smart enough to know he was not a man to test.

"How you can be so mean to such a beautiful woman I will never understand."

Kento sat back in his chair and tilted his head to better view his friend and business partner, who seemed to have materialized out of nowhere. "I didn't know you were going to be here Gojo. What do I owe this pleasure?"

"Can't a man just drop by to see his old pal?" Kento's narrowed gaze showed he knew there was probably some hidden purpose behind his visit. Gojo clicked his tongue, aware that Kento would likely brush him off anyway. He looked around the bustling club as another lucky guy was pulled towards the door that led to the private rooms. "I don't understand how you could turn down these poor girls who throw themselves at you."

"I'm not interested."

"You're seriously still hung up on that girl? It's been nearly two years."

Kento's chest tightened as he was overcome with bittersweet memories. The face of his former lover appeared in his mind, bringing back intense feelings of pain that time had failed to soften. He hadn't thought about her in a long time; she used to be the light in his life and motivated him to become a better person. However, he had waited too long to make changes.

The cool ocean breeze brought a new day through the open French doors. The sun shined softly through the window, illuminating the room with golden rays. Kento's gaze took in the sight of you sleeping peacefully on the bed. The thin sheet barely covered your form, revealing the beautiful marks scattered across your skin, a testament to your night of passion.

How did he get so lucky?

Almost three years had passed since you entered his life unexpectedly on a Tuesday afternoon. He had stopped at a nearby bakery to grab a quick lunch, exhausted and stressed from his day. In his haste, he wasn't paying attention and didn't notice you as he turned around, colliding with you.

He sighed and bent down to begin picking up his dropped items. He could hear your apologies, but when he looked up at you to tell you to stop apologizing, his whole world shifted in that moment like the air had been forced out of his lungs. You were the most stunning woman he had ever laid his eyes on.

He fell for you, hard.

He was a prominent figure in a notorious crime organization, and you were an ordinary individual who lived a quiet life. But he selfishly pursued you despite the dangers to you.

He went to great lengths to conceal his true profession and maintain distance between you and his more illicit dealings in the organization to keep you safe. But you were observant, and he had to come clean about everything to you. To his surprise, you stayed by his side, though you clearly disapproved of his work.

You sense Kento's eyes on you as you stir from your sleep. "Quit being so creepy," you mutter in your exhausted state.

Kento chuckled at your usual morning attitude. "Can't a man admire his beautiful girlfriend?"

You playfully smacked his arm, to which Kento only chuckled, "That hurt."

You rolled your eyes at his antics. "Oh please."

Kento embraced you, holding your body close to his. He nestled his face into the curve of your neck. "I love you," he murmured.

"I love you too," you whispered before a comfortable silence fell between you. The only sounds were the crashing waves and the chirping birds outside the open windows. Time seemed to stand still as you lay there, basking in each other's presence. But eventually, reality set in. "I have to leave for work soon."

"Don't go," he begged. "Quit. Be with me."

You sat up and lightly kissed Kento on the cheek before getting up to make your way towards the bathroom. "You know I can't."

Kento's heart ached as he recalled the last morning he spent with you. If he had known what would happen, he would have kept you in bed that morning. Instead, he was blinded by his happiness, oblivious to the dangers lingering in the background. As tears threatened to spill from his eyes, he couldn't help but replay the painful memories of that fateful day over and over again in his mind.

Gone.

The word echoed mercilessly in his mind, a cruel mantra of agony and disbelief.

The doctor's condolences were empty words, futile attempts to soothe the wildfire of emotions raging through Kento that day. He felt it all - raw, unbridled rage burning in his veins, gut-wrenching grief clawing at his heart, a sense of betrayal that threatened to consume him whole.

In an instant, his entire future shattered into a million pieces. The dreams of leaving the mafia behind and building a new life with you are all gone. It was too late. You were taken from him, a victim of his world.

Your blood would forever be on his hands, a constant reminder of his love's tragic end.

[oftlunarialmoon]

MOVIES ON YOUTUBE

Cats Don't Dance

The Borrowers

Osmosis Jones

Bratz Live Action Movie

Judy Moody and the Not Bummer Summer

Ugly Dolls

Old/B Horror Movies (scary warning)

Maya the Bee Movie

Sailor Moon S the Movie

Sailor Moon SuperS the Movie

Alpha & Omega: Journey to Bear Kingdom

Anastasia

Snow White

A Stork's Journey

The Ant Bully

Quackerz

Uncle P

I Am T-Rex

The Clique

Hoot

Pixies

Dan Vs. - The Wolf-Man

The Breadwinner

Just My Luck

Penelope

Twilight Zone: The Movie

Daisies (1966) (one of my favourite art films from Czechoslovakia in the pre-soviet era)

Into the Woods (2014)

Fantastic Mr. Fox

Sailor Moon (Original Japanese)

The Carol Burnett Show

Popeye Cartoon

Naruto (English Subtitled) (Subbed)

H2O: Just Add Water

The Dick Van Dyke Show

Hunter x Hunter (Subbed) (Subbed)

Ghostbusters

The Neverending Story

It Takes Two

Peanuts: Race for Your Life Charlie Brown

Thunder And The House Of Magic

Quest for Camelot

Adventures Of Shark Boy And Lava Girl

Arthur's Missing Pal

Ghost Hunters International

The Big Comfy Couch

Me, Eloise!

Kitchen Nightmares

Wow! Wow! Wubbzy

Death Note (Subbed) (Subbed)

Candid Camera

Flash Gordon

Street Fighter - The Animated Series

Hell's Kitchen

Captain Simian & the Space Monkeys

Hello Kitty

The Storyteller

The Weird Al Show

Treehouse Masters

Inuyasha (Subbed) (Subbed)

Care Bears: Grizzle-ly Adventures

Wow, I Never Knew That!

Are You Smarter Than A Fifth Grader

Bruno & The Banana Bunch

Care Bears: Welcome to Care-A-Lot

Beyond Belief: Fact or Fiction

Patchwork Pals

ALF

Storm Chasers

Little Rascals Shorts

The Lone Ranger

All Dogs Go To Heaven

Baby Einstein Classics

Baby Einstein: The Sandbox

[singlethread]

Hello! 💕💕💕💕

I am baaaaaack with part 2!

@daffi-990 you hold a special place in my heart. You are always so sweet and build me up. I appreciate you so much and I love you and your works. You are so amazing and your persona is infectious. Mwah 😘

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@try-set-me-on-fire Omg I love you art and your fics sooooo much! They are so amazing!! You are so talented in so many ways. I love you and your blog mwah 😘

@inell : Inell inell Inell you are so amazing! I always love interacting with you. Thank you for all the support on my works and posts. I really hope you are able to get some writing beans soon. Sending them your way mwah mwah 😘

@bidisasterevankinard : Diana I think you’re always a delight to interact with and I am so happy we’re Mutuals 😘

@wikiangela : Vicki you are always amazing. I love your writing so much especially the Buck driving fic. So happy to call you a mutual as well. 😘

@bekkachaos : bekka oh Bekka I love you and your blog so much. Your writing is so amazing especially your addict Buck fic and it is always so enjoyable to see you on the dash and in my notes! 😘

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@cal-daisies-and-briars cal! I absolutely adore you and your writing is sooooo good! I admire how much you are able to write! It is so impressive. Thank you for always tagging me in my favorite works of yours so I don’t miss any updates! You are amazing mwah 😘

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@thewolvesof1998 wolf!!!! Dear wolf you will always hold a special place in my heart. You truly helped introduce me to the 911 fandom and make me feel included. Thank you for being you mwah ❤️

@fredmundo chrissssssss!!! Chriss you always make me smile whenever we interact. You always know how to make a planet feel special 🥰😘 thank you for being you and always being so kind and friendly mwah 😘

@marmarthehatterverse : I always love interacting with you! I think you and your blog are amazing! And your buddie sentinel/guide fic is sooooo good. Thank you for all your support. 😘

@playinginthunderstorms Charlie I always think you are a delight. I love interacting with you and reading all your fics. You are so amazing mwah 😘

@untherapized-eddie Jess! You are so amazing and awesome and I always love interacting with you! I am so happy we are Mutuals 😘

@kitteneddiediaz baz!!!!!! I love being Mutuals with you. You are so awesome and amazing!! I love all your fics!! I love interacting with you and seeing you on the dash 😘

@shyaudacity - I absolutely love your writing!!!! Especially your outsiders fics!!! It is sooooo cool to find someone who enjoys the outsiders and 911!! Before I met you I had no idea there was a fandom for the outsiders/how to find it!!! So happy to have met and I think you are so cool and awesome!! 😘

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There are so many others I want to add on:

@exhuastedpigeon @eddiebabygirldiaz @lonelychicago @santakinard @imtheiliad @diazheartsbuckley @disasterbuck @buddiebeginz @moonsharky @chaoticlava101

@kyoteugly @daniwib @aroeddiediaz @enougheddie @mischiefbuckley @hotshotsxyz @jesuisici33 @texasbama @smilingbuckley @loveyourownsmiilee 😘😘😘😘

But seriously, I love all my tumblr Mutuals and followers and others in this fandom so much. You guys really make the fandom experience and I am so happy to have found this little corner of the internet. So to everyone I interact with regularly, I love you all even if I forgot your username, and I’m sorry for that

😘😘😘😘😘😘

And to you, thanks for hosting crush night and letting me gush about all my favorite pocket pals! 😘😘

-❤️🪐

This is so so so wholesome and I’m so glad you wanted to participate in crush night and help me spread some love Saturn!

[disneytva]

January 2025 Programming Highlights

StuGo

StuGo: Sneako Peeko 1/1

Legitimate Summer Camp ; Dog Eat Dog SERIES PREMIERE 11/1

Nannytee ; Noodle It (A Little Bit) 11/1

Diorama Drama ; Goat Racket 19/1

Breakfast at Chippany's ; Birdyguard 19/1

No Manhands Is An Island ; Sister Swim 26/1

Moon Moon ; Mailbog 26/1

Robogobo

Pizza Panic ; Crab-Tastrophe! SERIES PREMIERE 17/1

Hopper Hears a Ewe ; Gimme Goes Glam! 17/1

Odd Turtle Out ; The Runaway Raccoon Balloon 17/1

Birdbath Blizzard ; Wingo's Way 20/1

Crabitha First ; Into the Mönkey Möbile 24/1

The Birthday Bandit ; Let's Hear it for Allie! 27/1

A Hop on the Wild Side ; Skatepark Snafu 31/1

Chibiverse

Grown Ups Island ; Opposites Attack ; Stans 11 SEASON PREMIERE 18/1

Kiff

Lore Of The Ring Light 25/1

Hamster And Gretel

Last Train to Dullsville ; Fred of State 12/1

Hamster Ex Machina ; Awkwardly Ever After 19/1

Paging Doctor Potatini ; Snazzy Pantzz 26/1

Kindergarten: The Musical

A Star is Drawn ; My Tooth Fairy Lady 10/1

Ariel

The Great Big Garden Show ; The Sea Sniffles 12/1

Pupstruction

Construction Cowpups ; Foggy Doggies 17/1

The Feel Better Mobile ; Roxy's Birthday Bash 24/1

SuperKitties

Mystery Boot Bandit ; Slippery Situation 10/1

Mickey Mouse Funhouse

Clarabelle's Pie Dilemma ; Daisy in Movie Magic Land 17/1

Goofy and Pluto Meet Teddy-stein ; Stick to the Plan! 24/1

Quiet Ness ; Happy Pal-entine's Day! 31/1

Spidey And His Amazing Friends

Tricky Tricky Trapster ; Tractor Beam Trouble 17/1

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reblogging on the maaain yesyes my silly crossover project I love youuu

I should have put this in the post but Full Cast acts as an (re)introduction to everyone and establishing the fun part of VC lol

well well well

okay so basically I've been thinking about how I wrote Void Crew and how much its bothering me that I could have done it better.

So I'm rewriting Void Crew and will eventually get to posting on Ao3

IN THE MEAN TIME I'm going to actually work on the Casual Full Cast AU thing (I forgot what I called it)

TLDR the full cast AU is about the ENTIRE cast of VC hanging out in Mobius/the Mushroom Kingdom and they just have a good time. It's a chance for me to explore relations that I want to look at or that I don't have space for in VC as it stands. I'm very excited teehee

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Happy Birthday Daisy Duck!!!

My second of three drawings for the first prompt of @duckversejune2024 hosted by my good pals @tokuvivor @secret-tester and @queer-in-a-cornfield