#now i do need to call the post office tho and find out why they still aren't providing updates on any mail

[izzy-b-hands]

got back from tax place a lil bit ago and found out:

i overpaid enough before i quit my job so even tho i emptied my retirement acct

I dont have to pay anything. we thought for sure it would be over 1k to pay in at least, but the accountant that does our taxes confirmed it for me! I don't owe the IRS anything!!! (at least for this year lmao)

and. and. the thing that made me almost happy cry in their office

im getting some back from fed and state. not a huge amount, but enough to help me out for a few months at least and keep my accts from being drained completely

it's not entirely getting me out of the hole im in, but i feel like the universe just tossed me a rope to start trying to climb out. if i can get to ct, get a job, and pay back ct friend and my mum?

then i will happy cry all over everything and everyone. even all of you, ur in on this happy cry with me bc you've all listened to me bitch abt this stuff and lose my mind over it for months

[legostars]

DOGDAY X READER

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Note from Author: Well, I made this At 4:00 Am early in the morning. And also, you're a female y/n and I'm tired of calling them/they/blah blah.

I'm still figuring out how to colour my texts, so you guys are stuck with non colour ones, yay...

Just a quick reminder that I barely post like tomorrow or next week, it depends if I get busy at school. Welp, that's all. Enjoy the story, and I might make it longer by time. ENJOY MY LITTLE LEGO STARS!

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"Well, that's the end of the tour!"

"Thanks, dogday. I was expecting that the other employees would be the ones to give me a tour... But, I guess they were busy." Nope. They weren't busy. They were lazy. "Oh, hahaha! Well, I get that a lot too, angel." He laughs and then you hear him calling you an angel again.. strange, nobody called you that. "Um, can I ask a question?" "Hm? Sure!" You were getting embarrassed of the question but you pulled it off. "Why do you.. keep calling me angel? I mean I have a name." Dogday was quiet for a moment, you felt awkward for asking that question and you can barely feel your face getting warm from the embarrassment. "You know what! Never mind... Haha..." Dogday laughs seeing you getting all nervous. "No need to be nervous, besides. The reason I called you angel, is because i- uh- like calling you that. Yeah!" Awkward. Y/N looks around to find a change of subject. The only thing that comes to her mind is the statues of the smiling critters. "Oh, Uh.. can you tell me more about yourself.. and the other smiling critters?"

Dogday's tail wags a little from excitement. "Well, I don't mind! As you heard from Tiffany. I'm dogday! The leader of the smiling critters! And you probably can meet the others and they might introduce themselves properly to you!" Dogday was very cheerful about it as you can tell by his tail wagging. "Okay! I'm y/n and I'm 22 years old, my favourite colour is red. And I love to eat cookies!" Dogday smiled at you. "Well, the introduction has been confirmed to both of us. And also, you have to keep your eyes with the others to see no one is getting any Problems." You nodded as he began to point at your office.

"Okay, keep a watch at the others and do my job. Got it!" Dogday smiled as he patted your head.

"I know you can do it, angel!" You felt a flutter in your heart.. what.. what is this feeling? Am I sick?

(Girl you stupid).

–––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––It's been a week since you started working there. You met three smiling critters along the way, craftycorn, picky piggy, and hoppy hopscotch. The others are you haven't quite met yet. Day by day, the children loved how caring and loving you are, they even started to call you mama. You're not used to it but you tried. Dogday got even close to you, every time he gets a chance he would come and hang out with you. (Ah, young love. 🤭)

–––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––After you arrive in playcare at 5:00 Am, since you woke up Prettyyy early in the morning. You went to your office and sat down, you stretched your body and yawned. "Man... I woke up so early I couldn't even go back to sleep... I want some coffee now.." you groan and sighed. And then you noticed a clipboard on your side of the desk, you picked it up and read it. Your first task was to give the smiling critters baths, your second task was to wake the children up and the others are for later. "Hm... A bath- oh. Dogs hates water... The others might enjoy but for catnap... Ugh... This is going to a lot more harder..." You groan as you rubbed your face with both of your hands. And then you thought for a second.. then realised that you might meet the other critters. "I should probably get started.. since it's 5:26 am.." you got up from your chair and started to walk to where the smiling critters are sleeping. You felt kinda nervous tho, you don't like disturbing people from their sleep. At their room of where they sleep, you noticed below the door that the lights are turned on. You knocked on the door 3 times but no answers, strange you knock again but 6 times, yet no answers.. you open the door a little and take a peek, then.. someone pulled you in to make and it made you caught off guard. "Oof!" You landed on the floor and immediately got up. "Holy mother of cookies from heaven. I almost got a heart attack." You look up, and saw all of the smiling critters except for catnap. Dogday was in front. "Angel?" "Okay, why on earth did you pull me and almost give me a heart attack?" The other smiling critters chuckles and laughs a little. "S-sorry angel.. we thought you were some sort of a bad guy.." You sighed looking up at him. "You did hear me knocking 3 to 6 times, right? You know what, never mind.. come on now all of you.. I have to give each of you all a bath.." Dogday flinched and started to back away. "U-um dogday?" The craftycorn was confused seeing dogday backing away. "Hm? What's wrong dogday?" "I... I don't like baths..." Dogday claims himself scared of baths. And kickin chickin starts to laughs. "Don't be such a coward, dogday! It ain't gonna be that bad!" As kickin keeps laughing bobby bearhug pinched kickin. "Ow! Ow! BB! Stop!" "Stop being such a bully to dogday, kickin." You sighed and went over to dogday. "Dogday, what's wrong? You can tell me, and I'll try a way to make you feel less scared." Dogday thought about it for a moment. Before dogday was the one who was going to speak, picky piggy was the one who speaks first. "It's probably because of how the other employees bathe us..." She said, you tilted my head from confused as bubba bubbaphant came in front to tell the other details. "Well, they put us in a cage... And just spray water on us like were some kind of a... Animal..." (*LE GASP* HOW DARE THEY>:0)

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After knowing and understanding the situation, I sighed and walked over to hoppy. "Do you have a pillow that I can borrow?" Hoppy was confused but she gave you a pillow, you took the pillow and shoved it to your face and screamed in anger making the other smiling critters confused.. you were done screaming your anger out and gave back the pillow. "Ahem. I'm fine, I'm not mad at your situation. I am mad at those employees for treating you all like some animals.." the smiling critters were surprised about that including dogday. "You guys deserved better than being an animal in a cage... I can even relate how that feels..." Craftycorn then asked. "What do you mean... By that?" You stayed quiet... Staring at the floor... "It's... Nothing... We should probably get you all some baths before the playcare opens..." The smiling critters can feel that something is wrong but they didn't want to ask and just nodded. (Time skips in the bathroom) At the bathroom you told the smiling critters to take off their pendants and put them somewhere, and you also told them that dogday will be last. The smiling critters understand and follow your orders. During giving a bath from each smiling critter you ask them how their day was, it was awkward at first but they eventually told you. There laughing and chuckling curing gave them each a bath, it took 20 minutes or more. After the others are down with baths and drying, dogday was the last. He took a peek at the door, while you were busy getting the giant tub ready for him. He was hesitant but what he had heard from the others, by saying she's kind,caring, and loving it made him feel confident to trust you. "Dogday! You can come in now." Dogday slowly walked in and sat in the tub. You started to spray water on him it took 3 minutes to get him wet. (Just like my dog) you then put vanilla shampoo on him and started to scrub with a big brush. "So, dogday.. since we have known each other for a week now, tell me... How was your day." "It.. was fun.. you get to play with children seeing them laugh together and chasing each other and seeing them enjoy themselves." I smiled giving him a scratch on his head. "You're such a good boy, dogday. You really are." Dogday's tail wags happily. After 30 minutes of laughter and giving a bath to dogday, it's finally time to dry him up with a blow dryer. "You're such a good boy, dogday! You look more handsome and cute!" Dogday blushes slightly and wags his tail. "Thank you, angel."

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After getting all the smiling critters except for catnap a bath. It was time for the playcare to open up. But, you have been thinking... Where is catnap?

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PART 3?

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Note from Author: Well... In part 3 I might put the dark backstory of Y/N, for fun of course. But also, if your wondering Is dogday in this story a human version of him or is dogday in this story is in his original version? It depends on you and your imagination. And also! I recommend seeing @sinnersweets Stories! They are very heart beating Stories (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) Well, see you in part 3! Toodles my Little Lego star devils! (⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠³⁠˘⁠)⁠♥

(This is kinda short..)

[shoezuki]

Dya have any more headcanons for sampard?

Maybe ideas on how they fell for one another. Would you see it as an X fell first but Y fell harder or a flirting for fun but realising you've caught feelings?

Or have ya got an entirely different view on it! :D Oooooo. Do you perhaps have a timeline for how they traverse the "enemies" to friends to lovers stages.

Can you tell I love all your ideas and headcanons T-T

thankyou anon i am ghglg. im in love w u now. yes i have Many Ideas bout these two bastards like i have so many thoughts you cannot believe. like i have a post drafted where i write hcs when im bored and headin to class lkshglhg. heres some hcs

sampo falls in love first. very, very early in when he is new to the planet and is just drawing the attention of the silvermanes. It's not exactly some 'love at first sight' thing its more like the first time gep almost catches him sampo thinks 'oh he's cute' and a few times after that he's like 'wait im enjoying this. a lot.' and its downhill from there

whether sampo Realizes it is another thing tho. i can see him just enjoying the attention and thrill of evading the silvermanes and not realizing his disappointment when gepard isnt there is cuz hes infatuated w gepard.

but he Would realize it. at some point itd hit him like. why he enjoys the chase so much n lets himself Almost get caught. why hes memorized gep's schedule and where he patrols the most. and it hits him n hes like 'oh fuck. what the fuck. holy shit.... well anyways.'

(probably freaks out to seele over drinks but he's too incomprehensible through his tears n she has no clue what hes whining about)

Sampo flirts and teases gepard unabashedly, kisses grenades before throwing them into gep's arms, saying 'woah youre so strong geppie' while gep punches the wall behind him narrowly missing his face, leaves notes with lipstick marks on em at crime scenes, all that stuff.

but for sampo. it isnt supposed to actually Go anywhere. he knows he likes gepard more than he should and its kinda just to scratch that itch in his heart yknow.

sampo very much thinks that. gepard is the captain of the silvermanes, a wellknown and noble person in belobog, and sampo's a slimy secretive conman that just enjoys pushing the captains buttons. theres no hope for anything more so he might as well enjoy flustering the captain right?

gepard on the other hand. doesnt allow himself to really think of sampo as anything else but a criminal. it takes a long Long time for him to realize he even feels anythin for him

gepard does look forward to trying to bust sampo, though, in a sort of frustrated way. sometimes the front lines or patrols are so monotonous and sampo's tendency to appear whenever gep's bored out of his mind is impressive

he is insistant on arresting sampo and 'bringing him to justice' to an obsessive degree, though. he's not even typically assigned to investigating criminal cases but he has basically inserted himself into bein the lead investigator of any sampo related case now

(intelligence officers and detectives and other silvermane's are so used to it now. they could be investigating a house fire or a break in, find a note with lipstick marks on it and curly writing, and they all just sigh and call gepard.)

sometimes other worry that his insistence on arresting sampo and how dedicated to it is concerning. they ask why he hates sampo so much n he just says 'hes the most prolific criminal in belobog and needs to be apprehended'

(he cant say he hates him, though. for some reason. he cant figure out why he thinks about sampo so much. he just figures its to arrest him)

gep finds himself starting to relax when sampo sends him on wild goose chases n they both leave other guards in the dust. its probably not intentional, how sampo always seems to draw him away to somewhere quiet and secluded when his head is killing him or he's stressed or exhausted.

(its intentional)

sampo falls first, but gepard is absolutely the one who initiates.

i imagine it'd take... something for gepard to reconsider sampo and let himself think about sampo outside of his criminal record

during a chase out in the snow plains, just sampo laughing and taunting him as gep tries to hunt him down, they get bombarded by fragmentum monsters

sampo holds his own; he fights with a sort of viciousness gep has never seen from him. his bombs arent just smoke, but powerful explosives that shatter fragmentum. he's insanely fast and doesnt even break a sweat. but as soon as theyre all dead he pretends he's exhausted and that gep needs to carry him back to the city before giggling and vanishing.

gepard realizes that this whole time sampo has been holding back. he realizes that sampo could easily cut through the silvermanes, use his lethal bombs or easily outpace gepard and outrun him.

he starts thinking about other things sampo does; how natasha mentions he delivers medicine to him, how lynx sometimes talks about finding supplies and food in hidden ruins and obvious places around her camp, or the notes sampo leaves and how they sometimes give hidden hints about other criminal operations the silvermanes have been tryin to investigate.

he doesnt know what to make of it, what sampo wants or why he's doing this. the next time sampo sends him running through abandoned streets in belobog he slows down, realizes that sampo also slows to his pace so gepard keeps chasing him.

gepard asks point blank at some point, what in the hell sampo wants from him, why he's doing this. sampo doesnt know how to answer. just shrugs and says hes just trying to have some fun.

from then on gepard and sampo's 'chases' tend to... dissolve. sometimes gepard just sits down and takes a moment to forget about being the captain, to relax. Sampo acts like a skittish, stray cat who's ready to bolt until he eventually relaxes as sits by gepard too.

gepard collects all sampo's notes, all the fragments of his bombs with the hearts painted on metal shells, and keeps them as 'evidence' in his desk.

sampo pushes his luck constantly; as soon as gepard relaxes or gives him any room to get closer, he takes and takes as much as he can get.

gepard catches sampo, entirely on accident, when he's off duty. climbing out of a window or something. and sampo freezes but gepard just says 'hey i'm not working now, i can't arrest you.'

(they both know it's a lie. being out of uniform never stopped gepard before.)

sampo starts just appearing more and more around gepard when he's off duty, showing up walking alongside him like he's been there the whole time, or just 'passing by' when gep is in the florist's shop.

gepard leaves his window open. sampo takes the invitation and crawls in and strange hours when gepard cant sleep. he just sits on the couch or a chair or stands there like he is a foreign intruder. gepard just nods and makes him some tea.

when it would hit gepard, that he's in love with sampo and has been for a while, he'd just blurt it out. 'huh. i think ive fallen in love with you'. and sampo would erupt into flames and kiss him so hard his lips bruise

[mysticalsoot]

hi Connor! can i request a hurt/comfort cc!Wilbur x reader in which reader's going through a rough path of mental health? to be more specific, a lot happened and they're overwhelmed, their mind is all over the place and they need someone to assure them that they're human and not some sort of flickering ghost like they thought. it'd be nice if there's no pronoun in the writing and Wilbur holding reader hands, squeeze it to remind them that they're human :)

don't lock yourself away (request)

A/N; this took me too many months to get to you and for that, I am sorry- but here it is!! I'm trying to work more and more on my requests so hopefully this is the start of many more request posts!!

summary; reader goes through a rough patch mentally and sort of disappears and wilbur gets fed up, taking matters into his own hands and reminding reader that they aren't all what their brain says they are :)

tw// swearing, $uicidal ideation a bit, negative thoughts, depression, dissociation (some), uhh I think that's all?

words; 1.5k

pairings; cc!wilbur x gn!reader

pronouns; none, at least one use of y/n tho!!

masterlist

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Like most other people, your mental health wasn't always the most steady. You'd come and go between happy, good days and depressing, bad days. Most of the time, your depressive episodes didn't even have much of a cause. Your mental health was simply a precariously stacked pile of things with one last feather on the top, and when it would touch the tower of reasons, it'd cause it to fall over.

You weren't sure what your reason was this time. But nonetheless, whatever it was; threw you over the pier into the ocean of despair. It's been a week since you left your flat, and you stopped answering calls and texts five days ago, and now you felt as though you were rotting—but in the comfort of your sheets and pillows.

Rotting away in comfort sounded like a good way to go, your eyes slipping shut to never open again—you stopped yourself every time you thought that. It was easy to succumb to the negative and end all thoughts but you managed to stop yourself—at least this time you did.

Your phone was most definitely dead and Wilbur knew that. Every call he sent through would go straight to voicemail and every text went unanswered. He understood if you were busy, but it had been so many days since anybody heard you from. And yeah, he was on tour for half of your isolation from the world—but he still cared. He really really cared, but he didn't know what to do. What was he supposed to do?

He’d called and texted and even went to your apartment with his spare key--but it didn’t fit. And you weren’t answering your door either.

Maybe he had an old key or maybe your apartment building changed the locks while he was gone and you didn't get the chance to tell him—hypotheticals aside, he had no real idea of what had happened or what was going on. And that scared him. It terrified him, actually.

It was a fear that went deep in his bones, that maybe something had happened and no one noticed or told him and he'd never find out why. Your door wasn't working, you weren't answering his calls and texts, what else was he meant to think? He tried knocking, truly he did, but there was still no response or sounds

He tried everything but it wouldn't budge, so he resorted to resting against the door as he sat on the carpeted hall. He'd wait here as long as he needed to. And so he messaged Tommy that he wouldn't be able to do a vlog with him tomorrow and he settled in to figure out what to do. He wasn't sure if he cared about being polite, maybe he should find a way to break in, just so he can make sure you're okay—but that would probably scare you and he can't risk that, can he?

At this point, he might as well. He brings himself back to his feet and grabs a safety pin he left in his wallet—mostly just to pick the lock at his office when he locked himself in, because whatever genius engineer decided the lock of his office's doors should be on the outside also made it very difficult to keep unlocked. It was like the doors had minds of their own. It was a few moments before he heard a click and he muttered a phrase of excitement before he jingled the door open and closed it behind him when he stepped a foot into your apartment.

He gazes around for any sign of you or life in general and not much was found. Surprisingly, things were decently tidy, there weren't any dishes or chores undone—which was unusual for what he assumed to be a depressive episode but he shrugged it off and beelined for your bedroom after dropping his keys in the bowl next to the door. He's quick to shuffle the door open and his eyes almost immediately land on your curled form.

You're laying under the covers, curled up into yourself and you're silent. Wilbur steps closer to the bed and he calls out for you, "Love?" He steps closer again, "Darling?"

You mumble something incoherent and he's taken aback by how out of it you are-- how unlike yourself you are. He finds his spot next to you and lays a hand on your hip, “Y/N?”

You don’t respond, keeping to yourself, trying to still your breaths--make yourself disappear into the mattress. Maybe he won’t ask questions then, maybe he’ll go away if you don’t answer.

He pulls away his hand a whine nearly drawls itself from your throat, you liked that but you’d never admit it in this state.

“I know you're not going to answer me, so I’m going to tell you what I think and hope you're listening, okay?” He turns on his side to face you, your eyes are wide open now and he smiles a bit to himself, taking a deep breath before continuing, “I think you feel like a shell. You do this a lot, when you're upset or in a funk. I know you can’t help it, I know it's human nature to hide away within yourself and your safe spaces. I don’t blame you, my love. But I need some assurance I’m not going to lose you, okay? A simple nod now or a simple word texted to me later when you feel yourself spiraling. So I can be there for you, I want to be but you have to let me first.”

During his small speech, you found yourself curling into the fetal position, hiding your face in the covers and by your pillows. You closed your eyes and you felt that pang of guilt in your chest despite his reassuring words.

“You’re here, you’re real, and you’re loved, okay?” He nods softly to himself, lips forming a thin line as he crawls out of the bed, “I’ll be out in the living room if you need me, okay? Come talk to me when you feel like it.”

His words echoed in your mind as you heard him leave the door cracked behind him. You felt terrible for making him feel as scared as he must be, yet you still needed a minute and you hoped that was enough. You opened your eyes, carefully eyeing the crack of light through the door, feeling yourself getting heavier with sleep, your eyes drooping shut.

A few hours later and your eyes were opening and a yawn was let out as you stretched, reaching over at Wilbur’s side of the bed only to find it cold. You felt better now, for some odd reason, and as memories of a few hours prior seeped in, you knew why. Maybe isolating yourself only made you feel more alien and the thought of his words so kind and so careful was so beautifully overwhelming. It was something you weren’t sure you could ever have a full grasp upon. Someone loving you as deeply and as carefully as Wilbur does.

You didn’t take much thought as you tossed your legs over the side of the bed, pushing yourself up to stand, ignoring the ache in your muscles as you dragged yourself over to the door and being methodical with how slow you opened the door--avoiding any screeches of the hinges. And then you were careful again, taking soft steps towards the living room, and when there was no sight of Wilbur, you pattered over to the kitchen. Being fully sure you were quiet and slow as you walked up behind him, wrapping your arms around his stomach and pressing the side of your head against his back. You felt him relax under your touch, any tension or worry completely fizzling from his being.

“I feel transparent, Wil. Like a ghost wandering aimlessly through life. I don't feel real, y’know?” You hum softly against his back, pressing soft and careful kisses against his back. He turns in your grasp to face you, leaning against the counter as he uses his pointer finger to lift your chin up so your eyes meet his. Only a soft love is held in his eyes, almost a promise in the way they glisten. An unspoken promise of forever.

“You aren’t a ghost, you’re a star. Everyone looks up at your shining light and thinks of how beautiful and wonderful it is to exist at the same time as a sight like that,” He moved his hands behind his back to grasp yours. The hold was gentle as he met your eyes again, voice merely a whisper, “You’re real, you’re special, you’re important.”

He squeezed your hands with every word and you nodded gently, a playful smile forming, a gentle scoff following, “I feel compelled to believe you.”

“Well, you should,” He smiled wider, moving his hands to rest on your sides, pulling you flush against him, “Now, do me a favor and, don’t lock yourself away.”

You nod in agreement, “I won’t, I promise.”

taglist; @sleepyburs @ella-fella-bo-bella @lillylvjy

[cato616]

PREDICTABLE FEELING (part four)

kendall roy x fem reader

note: sorry i haven't been posting!! I've been kinda busy with uni and some other stuff

summary: it's the day where kendall finds out about your transfer to, not his dad, not shiv, but his brother roman; oh the many emotions that will build up once he finds out about this decision of yours.

parts: pt.1 // pt.2 // pt.3

content/warning: angst?/ fluff, degrading from roman? jealousy

You knew what effects it would have on kendall, being now the assistant of roman, in this case, knowing his history, he's not the type of person you would want to work with; kinda gross, pretty mean to his employees, actually that's pretty much everyone in the Roy family, but doesn't empathize that much like the rest, although he does from time to time, and oh, he has a type, but mostly has it for everyone he works with. Those are a few reasons why kendall will find this infuriating.

It's the next morning, and you're sleeping still; it was a long night of course. In your sleep, you were dreaming about being alone, in an abandoned city, no one in sight, full of green and large buildings surrounding you, nothing but yourself out there, until, you turn around and there it was kendall, kissing a mysterious woman behind you, so you tried to avoid it and started running, and as you may know, running in a dream, not really easy; may I also add, you were half naked, the dream was turning into a nightmare almost, kendall and the mysterious woman started to laugh at you, and you couldn't escape even when you had a whole city you could run around to. In conclusion, insecurity: check.

There was tho, an unfamiliar sound in that dream, like buzzing; The sound turned out to be from your phone, your eyes open, and immediately tried to grab the cellphone thinking it was an alarm, however, it wasn't an alarm, it was someone calling you; you rub your eyes, attempting to get your sight straight, you got out of bed, cleared your throat, and answered the call. "yes... who's this?" It was an unknown number. "wakey wakey dummy... uuh sorry I think I shouldn't talk to you like that from now on." You stand up from your bed, it made you react, it was roman on the other side. "I'm calling from an unknown number because someone tried to kill me and-" Roman starts chuckling, you weren't that amused with his attempted joke, as he tries to stop to compose himself so that he could continue talking to you. "sorry, I think this new decision of yours, made my life a little more interesting, this call by the way it's from my driver's phone, I forgot mine at my office-" Everything from last night were a bit of a blur. "wait- sorry, what... decision?" You didn't want to look unprofessional but you had to ask anyway. "I'm pretty sure it's you working for me? don't you remember?" You froze, as you connected those blurry fragments from when you were about to go to sleep, writing that email to roman. "right! yeah sorry, I just woke up, I remember." You did recall writing roman addressing your needs to transfer, of course, all because of kendall; that you do remember, he even appeared in your dream. "...sure, so I'll be there at my office shortly, you should be there too." You didn't know if you were crazy or if roman's voice was sounding mischievous, as if he was planning an evil scheme, but again, you were the one planning the whole thing.

Walking your way to Waystar, you kept thinking if this was the right call, was this revenge? trying to hurt kendall? or just to avoid him? The only thing you know is that it came over you just like that, last night; so, if deciding in a matter of second the need to be away from kendall, must be because of something.

You finally get to roman's office, he greets you first. "oh hey hey, come on in, quick." He didn't even let you speak for that matter, he was also very quiet, and quickly closed the door behind as soon as you stepped in. "so?... sorry, i really do wanna ask, how did he take it? did he start punching into walls or talked like an idiot... I am hurt, what you did wasn't cool, it wasn't, I didn't like it-" Roman was mimicking kendall in a mockingly way, as you stood still in front of him, analysing the situation. "... don't know why he's so direct and serious when confronting someone, he's a weird guy I must say, my poor brother." You zone back in. "hold on... what do you mean? I didn't tell him anything." Roman eyes lit up with excitement but he's brows showed confusion. "what do you mean you didn't tell him? he doesn't actually knows you're not his assistant anymore? that's- I feel like that's mean, was it supposed to be mean? or you just forgot?" Roman hit you with a hundred questions at a time, you back off a little bit. "all i can say, is that it was personal, and for even that reason, I decided to transfer, to you." Roman mockingly gasps as if he has heard the most interesting gossip. "I guess I misjudged you after all." You could read his face and whole body as he leaned closer, and his pupils dilated, that he was, flirting? It was surprising, but for some reason, you didn't want to stop him. You were hurt enough from yesterday to know you shouldn't let yourself hide crawled inside a cacoon; no, you let it flow. And because of that, roman seemed a bit stunned with your attitude, which it was, not stopping him. "mhm... weird you didn't fall back... you must really be touch deprived." holy shit. That's all you could think of.

As this weird tension was building up, someone stormed in the office, it was Kendall, you didn't think you would see him this early. You pushed yourself away from roman right after he walked in, you were on edge, mouth sealed, with eyes wide open. "roman what the hell it's this text you-" Kendall looked up, and sees you, he becomes speechless. He tries to slowly get closer to you, to say hi, and to talk; but you back away with your head bent down. Roman steps in the middle. "sorry bro, she's not yours anymore, I am in charge here." Kendall felt really jumbled with roman's cocky statement. "wha- what do you mean? is this what the text was about... hey, y/n what's happening here?" His eyes were looking at you when asking to you, but you were looking down the whole time. "yeah... it seems she's not answering to you, only to me." Roman shrugs, he's enjoying this. "you're gonna need to leave we have work to do, do you mind?" Roman slightly pushes kendall out of the room, as kendall tries to stay inside, couldn't take his eyes off of you, waiting for the slightest info to come from you. When roman got him to the door, he tells him to look at him, as he quietly speaks. "it wasn't my decision here, sorry to disappoint you, but it looks like someone preferred better quality time..."

Kendall frowns, his whole face is pure sadness, however, you didn't know, that his heart shattered a little bit, on the outside, on the inside tho, big time. His mind kept circulating back to last night, if he was crushed then, imagine this right moment. He began to feel in denial, of everything he was going through, he didn't need to be heartbroken, but here we are. Roman was waiving at him from behind the glass, as kendall felt pressured to leave, but again, hasn't taken his eyes off of you, hoping you two could lock eyes at any moment. For you, it wasn't revenge anymore, it was hurtful, for both of you, but, you have made your decision, it was too late to back up. Right before kendall left, he stopped staring from the other side of the glass, as he felt low-spirited, walking down the other way, with much less energy. "wasn't it too much?..." You asked roman feeling really guilty. Roman still watching his brother leaving that floor. "uuh- probably... can't believe he still gets sad like that." Roman did felt bad about it, but still kept on teasing his brother. He turns to you and focuses back again. "so, long story short, mostly it's just calls and coffee, I have other people who does more important stuff like that." Hopefully you didn't just downgrade your payment.

You were all day following around roman, and thankfully, he was easy on you, you thought it would be worse, but your mind wasn't at all calm, since yesterday. As for today, you've been distracting yourself a lot. "hellooo... come back- is your battery dead or something... hey!" Roman claps right in front of your face; you jumped and came out of trance. "sorry... I heard you, and yes, I've made that call this morning, she said said they would be glad to meet and make arrangements." Roman smirks, feels like a winner. "great... stay here, I've gotta do something else." You had no idea was roman was talking about, but it didn't sound too important, so you didn't care and stayed put, scrolling through your phone. At one point something catches your eye, you looked sideways, where the bathroom where, at the end of the hall; it was kendall going inside. It triggered you seeing him, you panicked, the dilemma was holding you back, gripping onto your pants, determinating which angle should you stand on; the obvious one, talk to him about this situation, maybe an apology... or avoid any sense of drama and move on. He was so close for you to make amends, just walking down the hall. Roman didn't come back yet, so you impulsively react, and decided to stand up, go straight to that bathroom.

Strong walk, really determined, looking straight to that door like if it were a matador and you the bull, about to face all kind of confrontation you're not comfortable with. However, as soon as you get to the men's bathroom door, you stopped walking, you start to get nervous, almost hyperventilating, this talk, not really your style, yours would be, not talking. But there you were, about to face him. You took two deep short breaths, look over the two sides of the hall, monitoring if anyone were witnessing, all clear, so you entered, slowly, trying not to make a sound. You walked in, silently, examined the restroom, lowered your torso enough to see how many feet there were inside, scanning each cubicle. There was only one, and you knew it was him. Only you and him in there. You hear a zip from his zipper, then opened the door of his cubicle, you jumped and hide behind one of those.

You didn't know why you were hiding in the first place, you were already inside, and he was going to see you there anyways, so, while he was washing his hands, you reveal yourself. Time to not make this awkward.

"hey, ken..." Kendall jumped, clearly thought he was completely alone in there. "jesus, you fucking scared me..." He laid back, zoned back in. "what- are you doing here?" you moved closer to him without saying a word, neither did he. You could spot some shine in his eyes the closer you got. "I wanted to talk about yesterday..." Kendall frowned for just a second, like an instant reaction. You try to get yourself together, to let out those words you had in your mind, avoiding his looks, while kendall was gazing at you. "it was all... probably a mistake, it happened all very quickly... so that's why I decided to-" Kendall puts his hand on top of yours, that was already resting on top of the sinks countertop, that's when you finally lock eyes with him. "in my opinion... it wasn't a mistake, I know that you tend to be insecure about this, I know who you are... but, you deserve to have some fun now and then... sorry I couldn't give that to you."

Something about that speech he probably had prepared down to tell you, made you vulnerable, and made you realized that perhaps he was right, it wasn't wrong. He looked a little bit embarrassed, thinking you may agree with him, but you tho, were making full straight eye contact, contemplating him whole. While making eyes at him the full time, you slowly moved your hand to grab his, making a slight strong grip. It was a non-verbal gesture, very much your style, to let him know that you forgave him, and wanted to have that fun he was talking about. Kendall glanced over your hands, and then back to you, he understood what you were trying to say. It was with him

[bottle-o-wonder]

The Office Pt.1

This is a story that didn't do well on Wattpad so I'm bringing it here, if you like it I'll post part 2, enjoy!😊

  I can't believe it, I'm lost. How did I get here? I must have made a wrong turn somewhere. They said two lefts and a right, the second set of doors to your left from where you enter. How the hell did I end up on the third floor? And where are the other students?

    "Hey! Get back here!" 

    As I turn my head, I feel the immediate collision. I stumble to the floor, and as soon as I'm on, I'm off, feet hitting the floor at incredible speeds while I'm being pulled. 

    "Hello? Excuse me-"

    "Not the time, can't you see we're running for our lives? Anyway, if we make a turn here, we can lose that long-fingered freak." I look behind us to see a pale creature, with rake-like hands. I let out a shriek as I'm pulled around a corner and into an empty classroom.

    "I think we lost him, but it's best if we keep quiet just in case, my name's BEN by the way." I stopped panting and opened my eyes to look at him. He was a blonde kid with a green beanie, blue jeans, and a long-sleeved LoZ shirt. His eyes were black with reddish irises, blood tears dripping from his sockets.

    "I'm MC. Why was that guy chasing you? And where are the other students?" I ask, not breaking eye contact.

    "I snuck into his dorm and put fire ants in his sheets. He deserved it tho, last week he took my hat and used it as his cum sock, I had to get a new one. He got so angry and chased me into the academy" he said, while leaning against the door. "Why are you here? Classes don't start until October. Everyone else is at the dorms cause it's orientation week."

    "Oh, I was trying to-" Suddenly the door burst open, plastering BEN into the wall. I hid behind the desk, trying to keep quiet. I took a ruler from the cabinet I had crouched next to. I peeked over the side of the desk. The guy had BEN up by the neck, next to the door. I had made my decision long before BEN looked at me.

    "Hey what are you looking a-" He didn't get to finish; I had already kneed his back. As he folded, I grabbed BEN, closing the door behind us, and leaving the ruler at its entry. BEN looked at me, about to say something, when the other guy opened the door.

    I moved BEN out of the way just in time for long fingers to slip on the ruler. We ran back down the hall, past various classes and stairwells. We ended up back on the first floor in the cafeteria. 

    "Hey MC, thanks for that, I owe you one." He said as he pulled out a phone. "Here's my number. call me when you want that favor."

    "I will, right now actually, can you tell me where-"

    "Finally found you dumbass, who's this?" I let out a sigh to see what this interruption looked like. He was pale, had crisp eyelids, a carved smile, and a white hoodie, a leash hanging out of his pocket. "The names Jeff, and this asshole said he'd help me find my dog after Rake scared him off."

     "Rake?" I asked looking towards BEN. He looks away and mutters something only he can hear.

    Jeff takes a step forward, "Tall, pale, long-ass fingers. Hard to miss really. What's your name?"

    "I'm MC, do you know whe-" I start but don't finish. He isn't even paying attention, how am I supposed to get to the office at this rate? I turn to walk away, " Bye BEN." 

    "Hey, where are you going? Player two! Come back, please?" I turn around, not fazed by his plea. I meet his gaze, unmoving. He gestured with his eyes towards Jeff, to the leash, and then back to me. I let out an irritated sigh, walking back to him. 

    "I need help finding the front office, I need to talk to the Dean of Students to get my dorm number and class schedule." I say while I grab his hand and flash his counterpart a gentle smile before adding, "I just need to borrow him for a minute, you don't mind, do you? It will be really quick I promise."

    With that, I'm guided down the hallway and around the corner. He looks at me grateful for a second, then confused.

    "If you were looking for the front office, how'd you get up here?"

    "Look I don't understand it myself, okay? I was walking and got lost, I was confused as to why there were no other students and then you bulldozed right through me dragging me up two flights of stairs to some random classroom!" I whisper shout.

    "As much as I would love to pay you back, trust me I really do, you are such an amazing person, but I have some stuff to do." I roll my eyes and open my mouth to say something, but he starts to pixelate. "You have my number, call me!" And just like that - He was gone. 

    "I'm never going to get to the office, am I?"  

    "Well, that depends if I help you or not."

    I whip my head around to see Jeff, dog leash in hand, looking quite unhappy.

    "I heard him flake on you; I could help if you aren't too busy sulking. You have to help me find my dog." He states as he gestures the leash towards me. 

    "Guess I have no choice, where'd you see him last?"

    He quickly smiles, "On the East side of the courtyard, next to the picnic area. C'mon, it was not that long ago." 

    I follow him down the steps and out some double doors. We walked for a while outside; it was nice and chilly perfect fall weather...

    " He's over there" I look in the vague direction he points, squinting the figure into focus. Yup, strange colors, but a dog for sure. He scrambled under some tables.

    "Should we surround him?" I ask as Jeff ties his shoes, " Yeah, he won't come with us willingly. You take the left side of the patio and I'll go on the right. If you can, hold his mouth shut, it makes my job easier."

    Walking around the table I feel something brush my foot. I signal to Jeff, and he prepares himself. I looked under the table, and to my horror was met with - 

   "Nothing?" I turn to stand up, "But something brushed my leg-EEEAHAHAHAHA!"

[golbrocklovely]

Hmm Kristin's interview didn't tell us much more than we already knew, Seth's an ass and a liar apparently (Kristin said pretty much all his twitter post in regards to her and Bellaire was a lie) He's also blacklisted from a lot of places apparently. What Kristin is most sad about is that SnC still associate with him after what he did and said.

Colby acted like a child but she's more annoyed with Seth than him. She felt he was disrespectful and childish and needed to mature. Nor did he pay for the damage he did. Their producer offered to pay damages instead, Kristin refused all money. But she did accept his apology. She also does not blame him or Sam for any of the sexual comments, apparently that's all on Seth and she thinks there's something wrong with Seth.

Sam was apparently mr innocent who just chose not to involve himself in their shenanigans all night apparently even in the lost footage stuff. Explains perhaps why Kristin was able to get along with him best when supervising them at their next location.

Their producer Zach is also apparently a piece of work as he rang Kristin out of the blue and hurled abuse at her and accused her of being a sell out. It was in this phone call that she apparently learnt SEG was making a video, she was very upset that someone leaked the footage but not upset that the footage is now all over the internet as she feels it needs to be addressed especially the stuff with Seth.

But other than the Zach stuff and the Seth being blacklisted, I feel like none of this is particularly new information regarding this situation?

this is the second ask about this situation. after this, i'm not talking about this anymore. please respect that.

from what someone said, kristin said that she thinks seth is possessed (or others think she was implying he's on drugs). so, that's fun lol

and if he is blacklisted from a lot of places and not just her town, i would assume more places will come out about that. tbh idc about seth so…. idc what happens in that regard. sorry.

i would like to note, tho, that her saying that colby didn't offer to pay but their producer did….. who do you think employs their producer???? snc. so that would mean????? snc, or colby, are paying for the bear. also, according to seg's original video, snc did pay for the bear and she took the money, according to what he said happened in the texts………………. so that's interesting.

the lost footage, unless it comes out, i will not believe either party. i'm sorry. but i just won't. i won't explain my opinion any further than that.

if zach really did go nuclear on her, that's a shame and he shouldn't have done that. he should apologize to her. she was the one that was wronged in this situation.

i would like to note, bc i didn't say it in my previous ask and i just want it to be known, she tried to give this footage to tmz. she also, to my knowledge, didn't press charges on seth for what he did when the police officer said she should and was going to (but i could be wrong about this situation). i just find that this interview raised more questions than answers in my book. but at the same time, idc.

hopefully the full truth will come to light and if not, let this die.

[galaxae]

hi adrian :3 🔎📄and 🤬 for the ask game mwah ily

mwahhh ly2 thankyou for the ask for real

(my lovely mutual green is referencing this post here)

🔍Give a clue (a picture, emoji, a word, etc) and let your followers guess what a WIP is about.

hmm which wip to do... ok no i got it i'm gonna do a quote. the quote is not actually in the story but it's a shorthand thematic description i use

"never give nukes to a teenager"

🤬Is there a WIP that you hate?

i don't really *hate* any of my creations. they're all very special to me! that said, honestly, the one i like the least right now is my short story "one good day" about a lesbian supervillain, her backstory, and her "redemption" if you want to call it that. i havent touched that story in a while because i wrote it when i was in a very dark place (last october-ish?) and my writing class' reaction to it was mixed, which makes sense obviously it's a first draft, but i was still hurt bc i was in a sensitive spot emotionally. my professor really liked my revisions of it for the end of the semester, but still. i'll return to it when i've healed more from my parents' bullshit, maybe. that story very much explores a toxic, complicated parent-child relationship in depth and idk how much i can handle that right now!

📝Share a snippet of an unposted WIP, with or without context.

oh naur not this one....... i suppose i will tho. putting this one last so i can do a readmore. enjoy

There’s a name that haunts me. Azalea.

I heard it once, years ago, while my dad was talking about a family friend. That name has lingered like a ghost behind me ever since. Sometimes, it tugs on my shoulders, or says something in my ear that I can’t make out, or clings to my back like a desperate child. I’ll be in the middle of something — a meeting at work, a drawing, my boss calling me into his office — something important, something I need to give my full attention — and I struggle, already, with paying attention to things — and Azalea makes it worse. Azalea, Azalea, Azalea.

The same name as a genus of flowers, or the common name for that genus, at least, because Rhododendron is more likely to make your eyes glaze over when you read it. That one wouldn’t make a great human name. They’re pretty, used widely in decorations for people’s lawns, so much so that it’s hard to find info about how they actually originated and evolved, or what purpose they serve in the natural environment, separate from humans. And insects thrive in their presence. But they are toxic, highly toxic for humans. Even for frogs, too. Dangerous, angry, and deadly, but still so beloved by everyone, somehow.

I don’t even remember anything about the family friend my dad mentioned. He hasn’t brought her up in years. But Azalea, not the person, but the name, she is still there. Pulling at my hair from behind, shaking me awake from a drunk stupor, poking and prodding me. I wanted her to go away at first. I don’t know why she’s there or what she wants from me. But she’s around, either way. She has been for years, maybe a decade or longer. I’ve grown accustomed to it.

The last thing I remember is this. A white blur in front of my windshield. A steering wheel in my hand, shifting of its own accord, its cold fake leather running through my palms. A skid. A voice, possibly mine, saying, “Oh god!” A loud crack. Then, silence. Silence, save for Azalea’s frantic whispers.

And now I'm here.

This is some imitation of the bedroom of my childhood. The one I stay in now, too, of course — I'm not going to deny that I moved back in with my dad. But this one looks like it did when I was young: a mattress that could soak me up like a towel on a spill if I wanted it to. A stripe of frog and swamp wallpaper across the wall opposite me, surrounded by those animal fun fact posters, with a few comic posters scattered through those. A tall dresser in the corner, the old one my dad grabbed from a yard sale, that looks like it survived an apocalypse or something.

I sit up. I try to sit up. My hands feel like static. When they push me up, everything blurs.

I really miss that frog wallpaper.

My sight evens out pretty quickly. Looking at the posters again, now that my eyes are more on their level, they look torn. Some corners are missing. The words on them are made of symbols I don't recognize, maybe another language, maybe Samoan. I know that’s the language of half of my blood. Does Samoan use different symbols than English? I don't actually know. I kind of wish I did.

The posters switch places with each other. They cover and uncover the frogs. There are more of the posters and then less of them. My head hurts all of a sudden.

My nightstand, down and to my left, could be a saving grace, something that doesn't hurt to look at. That plain, dark wood, with the alarm clock on it that didn't work (my dad always had to wake me up himself, even when I was a teenager). Usually it was covered in pencils, sticky notes full of my sketches, empty wrappers, dirty plates, the original nightstand mostly obscured. When I look this time, the only thing atop it is a piece of paper. I reach for it.

Dear Carter Gaumond,

We regret to inform you that as of Monday, October 28, you will no longer be employed wi

The paper dissolves in my hands. Crumbling to dust. That poor stranger. This guy got fired.

Oh, no. Hold on. That guy is me. That's my name.

I'd almost forgotten.

That was four months ago, I think, this letter in the mail. And now I'm here, wherever I am. Feeling like I'm about to throw up.

--

i'd love to give context if anyone wants it but that right there is a revision of my novel's first draft that i wrote in 2020, unsure if or when i will publish it but yknow, it's there

[inkstainedhandswithrings]

When We Bleed We Bleed The Same - Alternate Storyline Crumbs!

Chapter 3

So, the poll very clearly showed that y'all wanted some CRUMBS!! 🍞

And who am I to withhold those? Did I only post chapter 3 today? Yes. Should I maybe wait bc engagement or whatever? Pro-👏-bab-👏-ly. I'm not tho :)

So there's like.... 4 or 5 different drafts of chapter 3 out there??? Idk, it was a tough one to write, but from the feedback I've gotten, I'd have to assume that the draft that ended up in the story was a good one. Here's one that I cut!

no warnings apply, other than that I did not really,, read through this, so if there are any errors... whoops (pls remember that this is a draft and not a finished work. it is not complete, it will not read as complete. this is my writing unrefined and unedited, it will not be up to the same standard.)

When they entered Satine's apartment the Duchess went straight for the back office, saying she had to prepare to address the Senate tomorrow.

Dread arose in Nevaeh when she realised that'd mean she'd have to hang around the apartment with Rex for the rest of the day. It wasn't that she didn't like the Captain, not at all. If anything Nevaeh was already impressed with him. He had fought well on the Corunet and clearly knew how to be a good CO.

But she knew he was upset with her, and she knew he had good reason to be. She also knew he wouldn't want to hear her explanations, so she kept them to herself.

Making for the kitchen, she grabbed some water out of the fridge and began looking through the cabinets. There wasn't a whole lot in there, but she did find what looked like a takeout menu. Seeing the aurabesh writing she turned to the Captain, only to find him staring out the window. Looking at the rain? Not likely.

"There's a balcony in the bedroom," she said.

He turned. "What?" his voice sounded static through his helmet and she wished he'd just take it off. This was the second day they were spending together and she still hadn't seen his face.

"There's a balcony in the bedroom," she repeated gesturing to the door. "Figured you were wondering about alternate escape routes in case the door was blocked. You can easily jump to the next building over from the bedroom balcony."

"You can," he asked, walking over to the kitchen, "or I can?"

His question initially confused her, unsure what he was referring to. The room filled with silence and Nevaeh swore the only reason why she figured it out so quick was the tangible awkwardness. "Oh...," she began, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. "In case of emergency a force user or non force user alike could make the jump."

"Good to know," he said, turning around once again.

"Do you read aurabesh?" she blurted out, regretting it right away.

"What?" he asked, turning to her. His visor shimmered in the dim light filtering through the window. She spotted the jaig eyes on his helmet and wondered what he had done to earn them. Not that she'd ever ask. Though she might ask him to take that helmet off eventually.

She cleared her throat. "Never mind, I'll just go ask Satine."

She grabbed the menu and stepped around him, toward the office, but his voice stopped her again.

"You can't read aurabesh?"

"Never needed to," she said with a smile. She knocked on Satine's door and waited to be let in, leaving the door open intentionally. Satine nodded towards it, but she shook her head.

They discussed the menu for a while and Nevaeh turned around to call the Captain over, asking if he'd also want something to eat. Eventually Nevaeh called the diner with their order and once she hung up again, she began questioning Satine about what she was working on, making sure to stick to Mando'a.

With the Captain now in earshot, she had a theory to test. So she began asking about what Satine was writing and when her speech seemed more aggressive than necessary, she questioned her friend.

Turns out that someone in the Senate had played a holo recording of a dear friend of Satine's, making it sound as though Republic involvement was necessary as soon as possible. Not believing that to be the truth, Satine reached out to one of her contacts who said he had the full, unaltered recording and was now on his way to Coruscant.

"Intresting. Let me handle that for you," Nevaeh said, switching back to basic, side-eyeing the Captain with feigned nervousness.

When she walked back out of the office she shut the door behind her, in an effort to give Satine some privacy. She walked past Rex again, waiting for a reaction. It didn't take long.

"What... was that about, Sir?" he asked, far too cautiously.

"Oh, nothing important," she responded, picking up her water again. Holding the bottle out to him she asked, "Want some too?"

"I'll be fine, Sir, thank you," he waved her off.

She turned around to grab another bottle from the fridge anyway. Her back was turned to him, but she was acutely aware of all his movements. The feelings rolling off him were tense, full of focus and intensety. She wasn't surprised.

"Your discussion did seem to... have some significance," he started again, circling back, like she predicted. She held out the water to him but he didn't take it, "I'm really fine, thank you, Sir."

Nevaeh smiled, stepping closer, getting into his personal space. "The discussion didn't concern you. And I really just want you to drink the water so I can finally see your face."

She felt how her words shocked him, wondering why his reaction was so palpable. Had no one ever asked to see his face before? Or had too many people asked, seeing as he was a clone and was it considered rude by this point? Nevaeh had always been blunt though and she really did want to know what he looked like. She'd seen pictures of Jango Fett, but she'd never seen a real clone of him without the helmet.

Slowly, he reached up and removed his helmet. He set it aside to grab the water from her hands, but he didn't even bother opening the bottle.

Her father had once told her that saying the first thing that comes to mind wasn't always the best idea. Most days Nevaeh followed that advice to the letter. Today wasn't most days.

"I thought Jango had black hair?"

"Uhh, yeah, he did," Rex said, his voice sounding a lot smoother without first running through a helmet speaker.

[castle-dominion]

7x2 montreal

ugh MORE plot heavy stuff? Oops I forgot to tag the last post with plot heavy.

the montreal episode or the toy store episode liveblog

Ooh gonna be a dead body obv

Yay he DID bring back derrick storm!

his face is so "ugh"

RC: I CAME here to talk about your books!

*calls her by her first name*

that is a LOT of money!

The masculine boring little handshake of welcoming back castle but still nice welcome.

RC: No, to find a needle in a haystack do we not first need a haystack?

KB: Yeah, but not a haystack full of nutjobs.

why would u wrap it in plastic wrap?

Love the hot cold esparish, lanie & javi are together again for now jksdfhkjsdfksl

RC: *jokingly complaining* Disappear for two months.

Samantha Williger: I had that sick feeling when he didn’t come home. I – you hope.

RC: ...

He made toys for a living, he was a decent man, but how much profit was he making? a ton or enough to live comfortably.

Beckett is wearing light stuff, Esposito is wearing a dress shirt & crap, nice grey, I love it, looks good on him, & ryan is wearing a nice suit. too nice. why must he always look so perfect? let your tie go sometimes man.

Soldier: Sun tzu said that!

VG: Mr. Castle!

Me: she sounds mad but is probably going to welcome him back with a huge hug

VG: >:(

RC: Did you hear that? Ringing off the hook?

He grabs GATES’ face and kisses her. In her shock he grabs the stack of papers.

Me: !?!?!?!?!

Pretty place tho, look at those raggedy anne stuff

RC: TOYS!

Such an awesome kid man.

The hardest evidence to find is that is not there.

Leaving early? affair?

*piano*

love how castle is just playing in the back. Ryan & castle are the same person

Esposito mad at ryan for mentioning castle.

(could clip)

Castle in s1 used to be so smart, figured out important stuff abt beckett's backstory... now he's just insane.

Ew poor alexis.

They’re interrupted by ESPOSITO’S phone ringing. Except instead of a normal ringtone, it’s LANIE’S voice repeating “hey sexy” over and over. BECKETT gives him an amused look & he laughs in embarrassment as he answers the phone.

girl you call him for WORK!!! (unless HE did it in which case: dumbass)

I love the way ryan leans over to look yk what? I might clip

(ryan SO looks like he's going to tease esposito as they're walking away.)

was that paisosa (passion) or preciosa (precious)?

also I always love lanie's glittery phone case. (she DEF called HIM specifically to embarrass him)

The door buzzes.

MR: Ah ha! That will be my date.

RC: Ooh, you have a date?

MR: Uh huh. Robert. We met at the grief counseling group when you were presumed … (she gestures to him)

RC: You – you picked up a man at grief counseling?

MR: Yes. Now I will thank you to go into the other room.

RC: Why?

MR: Because at the moment, our relationship is based on mutual loss and if he finds out that you have returned and are alive it would just – it will ruin everything.

RC: Mother, you realize I was on television this morning.

MR: Luckily Robert is a cultured man, he does not watch television. They only newspaper he reads is The Wall Street Journal, which thankfully, did not carry news of your return. So, go. Go. Go, go.

She shoos him away as the door buzzes again. He goes, reluctantly.

Sus phone call on his personal cell not the landline or precinct phone

does or doesn't seem like his style? couldn't hear & was typing during the captions so I didn't see.

Looks a bit like fenkins...

Love "walk with me"

That makes sense for the dinghy

clipping this scene here love love love (will comment too I hope bc I ain't commenting now)

Aliens?

kdjsflajksdfhkljasdhj

Poor doggo

Castle *tries knob*

She gon be dead

Oh blood. Ofc she dead.

Looks odd tho

LMAO SHE ALIVE DHFLDSKJLKSDJF I LOVE HER LOVE HER HFHFHJKJHKJHJDDFSFSKHJ

Joe MAMA

Me: trans

Alexis already smart geolocating stuff <3 no wonder she hires herself at rick's office.

Alexis walking in mad

yay interracial couples

Yay they get $250k just for being on honeymoon & watching TV.

Nice little treasure chest...

Yeah don't go alone.

"I'll go with you!" Love these two

RC: It’s Canada. How risky could it be?

NF, SK, & me: *canadian born*

RC: And need I remind you, I’m a grown man. I don’t need to ask your permission. That being said, please, please, please can I (c-can i go)?

Rick being insane.

The keys were never used tho? why would wally/joe stay here? Oh wait it's makeup place.

OH WAIT IT'S A DOG IT'S DOG PLACE

retired k9 dog?

Esposito sounded so happy to spend some quality time with the dog.

*all french accented*

GEORGE do you remember dgeorge & gjeorge from murdoch? ye

he looks are castle all sus like.

Which way does it go?

you could have said "No" & saved face, asked him to try doing both keys for you.

was castle....???? doing that to prank his daughter?

Spiders!

(or not spiders lol)

Love alexis' nails

she's so tall & sexy & beside her ryan is just there

Beckett driving ryan out there love it, I want more ryckett moments & more castito/espostle moments esp this season bc esposito is constantly distrustful of castle this season.

*flips the picture over a bunch*

"that thing" *boss looks at him angrily* KR: "uh, what thing ':)"

Back at the precinct but where is esposito still off to?

KR: Aside from our country outsourcing all its manufacturing needs to Asia, everything seems to be in order.

Oh THERE he is! & he has the doggo!!!

*everyone watching him*

Ryckett watching with big smiles

(why his pants so shiny?)

*ryan asks the dog to follow him to look at street cam footage*

the three most important people in my life, the three women I love most.

Nice jacket btw

Doggo <3 (I'm not even a dog person)

Where is he at?

Always <3

The way he sayd "kate what did I do" is just SOOOOOO GOOD

don't look for it don't find it don't don't he doesn't want you to find out. When did he record it tho? when?

I wish this detective was one of the regular background artists but idk if I recognize him. pls pls pls let me see my background lovelies.

Doggo runnin'! (a nun in a previous life XD)

Drugs? Drugs. What's this drug detective doing on homicide?

LT *petting the dog*

RC: I think I have a crazy theory for you.

Cut to JE: Well that’s the craziest theory I’ve ever heard.

I like how the picture is NOT very good, it is digitally enhanced & looks like my photos in pixlr when idk what I'm doing

Lol love the music & animation

Ellis has other work to do y'all!

Scrabbling, that's what scrabbling is. Dog run running dog fast fast! Ryan!

Esposito *knifes open the box*

Dog *is quiet*

JE *cuts open the doll easily!??? I work with fabric. nah. Well maybe, depending on how good his knife is*

*& that's a pretty nice knife, definitely the kind esposito would have*

Nooo dog! *flintstones running sound*

JE's voice is so deep sometimes

Castle don't GO there!

*searches B*

Beckett (no first name), bed bath & beyond, bedford falls (all caps), ingred behrens, liberty bell, bella, See? we don't know half these people yet they are in Castle's phone! He knows more ppl than are shown onscreen! (he doesn't have her desk phone in her contact?)

Oh no not the wife!

who is "they"?

she said cordinated not cowordinated...

"I brought you detectives up here, I figured you would no longer need me..."

Ryan *flips around the paper again*

*throws him across the piano keys* priceless.

Tory <3

Montreal AGAIN? Do you at least have your daughter w u?

oh NOT the end of the ep!

THE ROOM HE MADE THE VIDEO

Take his word Castle. Take his word. Go home, live your life, know that it was ok.

oooOOOOOHHOHOHHHH that MUSIC!!!!

RC: I know you’re involved. I know wh.. you know what happened to me. Who are you?

Don't ask "or what" with a gun pointed at you

Who is "we"?

I've heard of hollander's woods in fanfic.

ANOTHER REASON HE BECAME AN AUTHOR?

YEAH CASTLE YOU SHOULD HAVE TAKEN BECK WITH YOU

Martha is right. Don't open the box. You have the closure of knowing SOMETHING happened & you CHOSE to forget.

but then like an alcoholic, beckett opened back up to her mom's murder.

KB: Oh, Castle. (she pulls away so she can see him) This is completely different. Whatever happened to you, you already knew the truth and you decided you didn’t want to remember it anymore. And as much as we wanted to know the answers, if you decided that then there had to have been a reason.

She's so right.

I was THINKING a month. that sounds about right. Are they going to plan it again tho?

Yay spontaneous marriage!

Or not

SHEA BREAKING UP W HIM oh no thank goodness

You can see castle isn't planning on forgetting this tho

WOohoo I love having some time before school starts for real! tho I should print off my practicum agreement thing. but there's CAASTLLE TO WATCH

[durantenox]

After reading the newest story in limbus company and re reading your fanfic and with this X is a colour fixer au i have created an au of my self useing other theory for dante, specificly the dante = ayin theory but instead its

Manager Dante is Manager X AU(an AU of an AU of an AU)

Damn long post time, did i make this tumblr account to post this? Yup

The AU goes like this when X awoken at the ruind Lcorp manager office he was confused and afraid, days pass with him pondering about his existance, angered by angelas betrayal, and trying to find a way out useing ayins memories, days pass and somehow he is able to regain contact with ayin in the light, with ayin help X was able to see what the angela and the rest of sephirah (now Patron Librarians), like your story in TMFA useing the mostly broken but somewhat useable computer screen we see in LC that X use to manage the Facility, later on he found out he can manipulate and whispers to roland and the others what to do, and he use it as a way to help the strategise and fight againts the guest that come to the library(estensialy im saying that in LOR we have X POV) ubtil the end game of LOR before the conection is severd because if how far the library is now.

But now, inspired by angela new revelation to break the city cycle once and for all, X begins his escape from the ruins facility, haveing ayin awakend his incomplete EGO aka like in this AU Regenration is one of them

After seeing the city state of the city and knowing how the SoL project is now creating mostly distortion then EGO, X establish a Lab near the ruins Of main Lcorp to run research on The seed of light distortion problem, and doing bounty work to earn money

Over time while trying to get scrap material to use for his work from the ruin facility and fixer jobs X found out other abilities his ego can do

These are -him unable to get crazy or effected by abnormalitis despite how horrendous they look -haveing photographic memories -not really needing to eat or drink to survive(tho he can still do them if he wish too) -And one he discoverd in the worse way possible, an ability to "retry the day" after being killed

He come to a realization on what his EGO truely is, a representation of the Corporation and the cycle, or more percise the the "Face The Fear" part of lcorp, because one of my theory for mephistopheles is that is ayins/X ver of the library, but for poor X its a train, and you wrote it yourself, the poor guy is scared as hell againts trains, but fits the "Face The Fear" Part(he found out he could summon mephi on his trip to the ruind lcorp where he accidently summon the bustrain to ram it againts an abnormality)

As for why i call his EGO "Face The Fear" thats mostly because on how i see the bus and the library, X And angela herself, and how you represent them

X Being "Face The Fear"

Angela Being "Build the Future"

There EGO being incomplete without the other

Our limBus in project moon canon, like the library is damn huge and big with the only diffrence that it needs power but unlike the library it has a huge Pro on the fact that it can be moved by itself, fitting since X was the one who is allowed to finished the script, moveing the story (and another pro in my au and in canon technically is that unlike angela, X can manipulate on how he wants the train bus to look like, because before the bus has limbus words and motif, it has LCorp motif)

While the library, being a place of knowledge fits the build the future only downside is that like anglea in the script, cant really have the freedom of 'movement'(unless some of course a greater technology its use to move it of course)

Okay back on track to the story, after a while X and Ayin realised that doing this on his lonesome will just not be enough for results, sure he got more info on the SoL now useing his limited tech, but the limits of what he can do....

(Okay this is where i want to introduced Faust but tbh since we dont have enough story of her yet that and her story would start in canto 12 so have an 2 faust theory for this AU)

X made Faust a Homunculus made useing An Rcorp cloning machine that he was born from re purpose to make homunculus, his and angela memories (albiet he make sure that she, like him, is a bit distant from them so she use them as a learning expiriance instead of thinking is her own memories and sin) and image as a based, and X made to be his daughter first and assistant on reserching the distortion second, the white hair and blue eyes are simply inverse colours to his black hair and yellow eyes, while haveing the soothing and calming personality of early cycle angela) later on he ask her

Or the one im gonna use

Faust is a person X found when he was comeing out of the Lcorp ruins who was being attacked by abnos, saving her, when confronted X ask her why she was in such a dangerous place, she responds "I wish to learn everything about the city, the wings, and the distortion phenomena" X playing the role of Mephi in this scenario tell her that he can do that for her at a cost of a road of pain and suffering where she will never die and may never know when said suffering will end

Which of course she accepts

With this X has his first Apprentice, a smart one too

With her help he was able to get more reserch done on the SoL distortion and found out that carmen and the distortion are not one in the same being, but even after that X still need one more thing that he has barely enough info on

Distortion themselfs, with this roadblock X decides to find ways to get more info on them only to get nothing... which kicks in plan B, if you cant find a ditortion specimen..... why not distort yourself?

Which he did, going to the depth of his mind he lament, over the fact he failled, the city, the sephirah, his original self, failing being what angela needs him, and wrath at himself for being so useless, with this highten emotion, he was able to call in carmen to make him distort but was able to stop it half way, like the Reverberation Ensemble it was a stable one, with only his head actually had any effect for appearnce, however for his actually self some problem occurred, one of the very bad one being his memories and personality, now ever single version of him in the corporation(excluding adam, abram, and able) begein to manifest to ruin his mind like the 3A did to ayin before he ejected them, and with how many of them its not lthat long that its affect starts, X becomes more Angry and Unstable but was still able to do work, just crankier, the worst of all after distorting is that.

His conection with ayin is suddenly completly severd, unable to talk to him anymore

but even so after this, he was able to raised enough money to start his own special fixer office

And thus Limbus Company Was born made on the purpose to icaptured escaped Abnos in the city and its main goal to Reach Wing Status to have more power to help change the city and break the cycle once and for all, and help X and the sinners he hired to Face their sins, to Save the EGO from completly dissapeareing

This entire AU is made mostly because of how dante acts like your manager X at times its funny, thag and they have a simmilar story from the start

Heck with the new canto 5 part 2 we now know that Dante also has his own kill switch, to the point it makes me think "does kim read AIP for his insperation for Dante charater" probably not, but hey quite the coincidence

I could go on and on for this AU but im just gonna leave it at that since its like 1 am here

Bonus:

X: so faust who do you think we should hire as our guide while our journey in the city

Faust: Faust say we should pick an Expiriance Fixer who can has been to most part of the city and knows the inner working of the city well*points at paper* we should pick the red gaze as he has the most expiriance

X: the new red colour fixer? Whos his name?

Faust: Virgilius

Dante:*after reading to many books of clasic litrature with recent one being Divine comedy* i think i now know what my name should be now faust

(slides you the idea of color fixer X au. same au has Angelica alive)

anyways

tosses this here and RUNS /lh

Dear transfer-ribonucleic-acid/breadgun,

First of all, great drawing! I really, really like the facial expressions and the scars; I feel X would definitely have this determined yet somewhat nervous attitude towards the rapid sequences of events that have undoubtedly needed to happen for him to be in such a position. I also really like the suit; it reminds me of Kali's Colour outfit, in a way, and I think it'd make sense, as she's the only Colour he'd know of, so he'd probably attempt to mimic her style in a way to look both fashionable and remain practical. The hair is very fun to look at, and the eyes are very expressive. Overall, great job!

But now, onto the concept itself...I must admit, the idea of this AU makes think of a lot of different possibilities that made it occur in the first place, and I do hope you wouldn't mind me sharing a few of my thoughts on this very, very intriguing AU.

So first of all, X as a Colour. The idea makes me primarily think of how he'd get there in the first place, and I think that it'd be related to the Seed of Light. Part of me thinks that, somehow, X would be dragged out of the Light for one way or another and would wake up in the ruins of the Corporation with the Library getting established without him and him having to crawl back up on his lonesome.

I think that he'd gain some combat abilities with his battles against the various monsters and Ordeals that'd plague the Corporation's ruins at this point, but I think his strongest point would be Ayin himself. After all, we are told that Ayin made it into the Light like Carmen did, even if no one can hear him. It'd make sense that he'd be able to somewhat communicate with X, seeing how they're clone-and-clonee, so their relationship is undoubtedly strong.

From there on, I think Ayin would try drawing out a sort of E.G.O. from X, but since X's main purpose in life (fulfilling the Seed of Light's prerequisites) was gone at this point, I don't think that he'd be able to manifest a complete E.G.O., rather, he'd have one forcefully manifested out of him if he and Ayin focus enough on the matter. Of course, the question of X's E.G.O. remains, though I think I have an idea for what type of E.G.O. would fit him perfectly:

Regeneration.

After all, X's whole deal in the Corporation was his unwavering determination and his undying efforts to continue regardless of how many times he fell down before, no? It'd make sense if his E.G.O. was based on constantly regenerating his body in order for him to keep pressing on with his new goals. But of course, as X's E.G.O. was incomplete when it was manifested, the drawback would be that X had to intentionally focus on damaging any hurt part in his body and endure the pain of the regeneration in case the nerves are exposed to air as they're healing and such, which makes it so that X has to be determined all the time about his new goal lest he lose the ability to heal himself in the first place and die on the battlefield.

Still, despite these drawbacks, I feel X would be nigh-unstoppable on the battlefield because his enemies wouldn't know why this scrawny and thin man just tanked a sword to the neck and managed to stab them back in a fraction of a second. I think, with perhaps some TT2 technology that he'd loot from the Corporation, he'd be able to rise through the ranks pretty quickly before the Hana would eventually grant him a title...

As for Angelica's involvement in this AU, I think that'd be absolutely adorable if she managed to survive the Pianist's attack somehow, perhaps thanks to Argalia being close by, though the shock might've made her go into early labour, so I think in this AU, Roland and Angelica would have their baby but they'd probably lose their home and would be forced to stay at Argalia's place, which can be a source of fluff as Argalia leans into being an uncle while also being a great source of hilarity because, come on. It's Argalia and Roland under one roof.

I think it would be quite cool if Ayin is essentially X's eyes in the sky while X is Ayin's striking hand and that Ayin would direct X to try and gain Roland and Argalia's support to hunt and destroy Distortions under the premise of "We need to prevent anything like the Pianist from harming people like Angelica ever again" and they'd maybe choose a name like The Three Colours or maybe even Distortion Destroyers because Distortion Detectives was already trademarked by Moses. It would be pretty funny to see such a trio with both Argalia and Roland suspicious of a Colour that rose so quickly while also swearing they saw his face once in a newspaper or something without remembering who he was.

And we could say that X's present scars in the drawing remain because he acquired them during his escape form the Corporation's collapsed form before Ayin dragged his E.G.O. out and so he couldn't heal them as well.

But that's my opinion on this AU, which honestly sounds quite fascinating and looks filled to the brim with fun ideas, however, I didn't ask for YOUR proper view on it, so let me ask you:

How do YOU imagine it going? I am very curious to see how you think it'd go, and I hope that this long ramble didn't annoy you too much.

Once more, thank you so very much for the prompt and the very nice art! It means a lot to me, and I hope to see more of this AU!

[enchantingruinscandy]

This is kinda long and it might not be as funny as I think it is, but I've had this idea since October and I've been waiting to post it

Batman and Commissioner Gordon on top of the GCPD exchanging info

Jim: Oh, one more thing, Batman. *hands over a file* Tell your people that this was a funny April 1st prank but we need them to fix it. We've tried, but they locked us out of that portion of the system.

Batman, looking at the file: Hn *leaves*

*LATER IN THE CAVE*

Tim is sitting at the computer with the file open, looking at images of the Riddler from Arkham's database, laughing.

Jason, who snuck in to replace some smoke bombs with glitter bombs: What the fuck is wrong with you?

Tim: *hands Jason the file and points at the screen, still laughing*

Jason, laughing: Who did that? That's fucking hilarious!

Dick, stepping out of the medbay, talking to Alfred: ...back to Blüd to get my— *sees screen* Oh my god! Who did that??

Alfred: *smiles and walks out of the cave*

Dick, through tears: Hold on, send this to me *his phone dings. dick pulls it out of his pocket and starts typing. Seconds later everyone else's phones ding*

Tim pulls up a video and puts it to the side of the image they were laughing at

Damian, Duke, and Cass run in

Duke: Who did it? Barbara? Tim?

Tim: No idea, but I'm flattered that you think I'm this creative. But look at this video, Duke!

Alfred, walking back in with a tray of water: Yes, I'm sure Mr. Nygma is enjoying this prank

Duke: You mean Mr. Ligma, Alfred. His criminal profile clearly says 'Ligma'

Barbara, calling in: Who changed Riddler's name in the files to say Ligma instead of Nygma?

Dick: We have no idea! We thought it might have been you!

Babs: I wish! This is brilliant!

Tim: Did you see that they changed the name badge on his clothes, too?

Jason: Is that why he's just yelling 'ligma' in the video? That's fucking gold

Cass, signing: I wonder if they changed the nameplate on his door too

Dick, scoots Tim's chair out of the way: Let's see

Steph, dismounting her bike and walking up as Dick pulls up footage of the hall outside Riddler's cell: Oh. My. God!

Jason: Steph, was this you?

Steph: No way, dude. I replaced Commissioner Gordon's office chair with one I made from fruit. That was my April 1st prank. I didn't do this. Mine actually feels kinda lame in comparison tho...

Babs, who's been getting the images on the bat computer streamed to her own: Oh my god, they changed the nameplate

Duke: That's fantastic

Bruce, walking in from the changing area: What's fantastic?

Cass: Someone changed Riddler's name in the system to say 'Edward Ligma' and we're trying to find out who

Damian: Father, do you know who did this?

Bruce: Oh yeah, that was me

Jason: No fucking way... You're way too uptight for jokes!

Bruce: Jason, what are you talking about? I make jokes all the time

Steph: So I guess this means you're joining in on the prank wars from now on, O Master of Pranks*?

Bruce: *smirks*

Duke presses a button on one of the keyboards

Smash bros announcer voice: A challenger is near!

Everyone looks at Duke

Duke: ...uh, my prank was making the left keyboard a soundboard...

* the title they grant to the victor of that year's prank war

[keichanz]

hey i'm still alive

👀

uh so. how's it going. thought i'd give a little life update in case anyone was curious or interested >> tho probs not ;lajdfk;l

yeah i know i've been mia for like. a long time now, and tbh there's no particular reason why. i know i've lost some followers because i've been so inactive and haven't written anything in a long ass time. i do apologize for that. a lot has happened in the last few months and i guess i just wanted to give my friends and follows a brief little overview of what's been going on in my life and to prove that i am indeed still alive lol.

so most of you all know by now that i finally landed a good paying remote job yeah? and at first it was amazing. now? not so much. the schedule sucks ass, the management is balls, and the actual work sucks even more. i'm not happy there anymore so i'm currently looking for a new job. and im so desperate to get out of there i'm looking outside of remote jobs as well.

right now i'm waiting to hear back from an office technician job right here in my town that pays $27 an hour. TWENTY. SEVEN. guys that's $8 more than what i'm making right now ($19 an hour.) oh my GOD if i made that money i'd be able to finally move out of this god awful house with a flea problem that i CANNOT get rid of (my poor babies :( i've legit tried everything, even fucking professionally treated this house with orkin to get rid of them, had both of them get flea baths by a groomer and STILL i cannot get rid of the damn fleas. it's so fucking stressful y'all you cant even begin to imagine), finally get new tires for my truck, and live comfortably with extra spending money without having to worry about paying rent or buying groceries for the month. i'm PRAYING i get this job. even if it's not remote that pay would make it SO worth it.

anyway. moving on.

i've also gotten into a relationship with someone i was desperately in love with, then got my heart broken because he ended things. it hurt a lot. i got over it though, with the help of some pretty amazing friends, and one of my best friends. and right now, i'm currently dating that best friend lmao. so i'm in another relationship, and i'm very happy with him. our relationship began at the end of june, i believe. (i'll never forget the day he asked me to be his. y'all my hearT MELTED 😍😍)

it's a long distance relationship as tom lives in canada, but he did recently come to see me as evidenced by the photo above. i love this man y'all. he's amazing. there is one thing i'm kinda worried about with our relationship, but i won't get into that because thinking about it upsets me. but anyway he makes my very happy. ❤️

so that's pretty much what's been happening. i just haven't really been inspired/motivated to write at all lately, and i do apologize for that. it's just been a very overwhelming few months, with dealing with this damn house, ending a relationship and starting a new one, stress from a job that i'm really beginning to hate, trying to find a new one, and just a few other small things that aren't worth mentioning.

i do hope you all know that this doesn't mean i've abandoned writing or abandoned any of my stories. it's just been difficult to write anything lately but that doesn't mean i don't want to. i still love inuyasha. it's still my favorite anime. i still read fanfic (on occasion, when i have the time as i'm pretty much in a 24/7 discord call with tom except right now because he's at a dentist appt which is why im taking the time to write this -3-) and i still do think about my stories. hell, sometimes i even get an idea for a good oneshot and think to myself "shit i need to write that down" but then i forget about it and hate myself for the next 24 hours -_-

so yeah. that's what's been going on. i'm still around. i still get on here and reblog a few posts, mostly the ones i'm tagged in or some nice fanart. i do miss y'all and i hope my absence hasn't upset anyone or made them think i'm done with the inuyasha fandom. i'm most definitely not. it's just...sort of taking a backseat for now until i sort some things out in my life. definitely not preferable, but it is what it is, y'know.

my dear readers, followers, and friends, i love you all so much and i'm glad you've stuck around this long even though i haven't been around. you're the reason why i'm still here, why i want to someday get back to writing and giving you more content to enjoy and gush over. thank you for your patience with me and still giving love to my stories after all this time. i still get the occasional review for one of my stories, and trust me, i read every single one of them and they make my entire day. it's so nice knowing people are still reading my work and enjoying it. maybe it's selfish, but i hope you never stop, because reading those reviews gives me a huge boost when i'm feeling down on a particular day and it makes me feel like i haven't been forgotten, though by every right i should have been.

okay i've rambled long enough. in short, i just want to say thank you. you're all rockstars. i love you all. ❤️

until next time, my lovelies.

[miekasa]

any spare levi headcanons tonight????? 😁😁😁😁

Sure, why not, he is the love of my life after all. These are pretty random, and fit in some sort of generalized modern boyfriend au. Hopelessly domestic, as that is the nature of nearly everything I write for Levi, anyway. Also still terribly obsessed with the idea of him with a motorcycle, so there’s that.

He owns at least six black blazers. They’re nearly identical; slight differences in texture and cut, one with lapels, one that’s boldly all leather that you swear you’ve never seen him wear. They’re kind of his go-to staple, other than a sweater.

That being said, he doesn’t exclusively wear all black. His closet leans towards more neutrals, sure, but he’s not allergic to color. You might not catch him wearing neon orange on the average day, but he’s not averse to a nice shade of green, any shade of purple that suits his mood, even a softer pink.

He has towels and rags he sets aside especially for you when he comes over. He always washes them and put them back in place when you leave so that they’re ready to go for next time.

Claims to not have any attachment to the shows/dramas you watch, but he’s totally backseat watching. Halfway into every single series, he starts sitting down when you turn it on, and scoffs at dumb decisions the characters make.

He splurged on one of those frame TVs that look like a painting when they’re idle. It was a good investment in his opinion.

He doesn’t hate Starbucks drinks—there’s worse things out there in terms of quality of tea. What he despises about the establishment is the way they call out names for you to pick up your order. He’s learned that mobile order ahead is the way to go.

Has slippers for around the house, so consequently, you have slippers for walking around his house. He keeps both pairs (and a few extra for friends and guests) tucked neatly beside the door for easy access; yours always go next to his.

Does not understand the purpose of a robe. Buy him one tho and he will suddenly find an excuse to wear it: making breakfast, lounging around watching TV, doing some light cleaning and dusting. It’s comfy, alright, he can admit that much.

The little puppy you got him that he swore he was not going to warm up to now gets the royal treatment. The best doggie goods and treats, top rated shampoos, cutest drying towels, even a miniature couch he constructed just for the pup. They’re best friends, there’s no breaking that bond now.

Speaking of the puppy, affectionately named Captain, Levi can be found walking him every day shortly after work. They have a few different routes, but they always pass by the local vendors/market, who enthusiastically anticipate their appearance every day. Some of the older ladies running stands have even taken to bringing a few treats with them for Captain—after bundling up some goods for Levi, too, of course.

Captain also has a special doggy backpack Levi uses for when he’s on his motorcycle. If you follow anybody on TikTok in his area, you’re bound to see at least one video of the pup while Levi’s out riding. He’s become viral on social media without even knowing it.

(When you show him a video someone posted of him and Captain with well over 100k likes, and a million views, he only rolled his eyes. But remembers that particularly day; remembers the folks had a kid who politely asked to pet the dog, so he let him. He also maybe asks you to send the link to him).

On the subject of the motorcycle, there was a good few weeks he wouldn’t let you on it. Always found an excuse, a smart reply that was punctuated with gentle push on your forehead and calling you too clumsy for it. Later, you found out it’s because he’d ordered you a helmet; didn’t want to risk you riding without one.

He always keeps it in the storage compartment should he make a stop to pick you up while he’s riding; and he usually wears at least two layers to have a spare to wrap you in before you get on.

When he cooks, he always makes sure there’s enough for leftovers and/or to give you some later. He also bakes frequently, and at least once a week, he stops by with some kind of treat for you—“Trying out a new recipe, let me know if you think it’s missing anything.”

On the subject of food, he won’t police what you eat to annoying extent; he knows that not everybody has the time or will to make pasta from scratch like he does. But, he will smack your wrist if you consider ordering fast food when you’re over at this place. Give him 30 minutes and a single pan, he’ll make something much better than whatever you can find on Uber Eats.

Really, though, he doesn’t mean to obnoxious about the homemade food thing, it’s more habit for him. Growing up, he had to learn to be resourceful, so buying fast-food isn’t ever at the forefront of his mind. Cooking for you also turns out to be something somewhat intimate that he enjoys, so just let him.

Once bought an Apple Watch because he liked the look of them, it wasn’t insanely expensive like other high end watches, and it could connect to his other devices, so why not? A week later he returned it, the ping of his notifications were in one too many places for his liking.

You tried to convince him to keep it—“At least for when you’re jogging! It can track your activity and calories!”—but he clicks his teeth. He’ll survive without keeping track of them.

He learned the hard way that jogging with Captain is no good. His legs are too tiny and Levi ended up carrying the puppy the entire time. Captain is more of a walk dog… or ride on the back of his bike dog.

If you changed anything in his phone settings—like the ringtone for you contact, or the sound his keyboard makes—he wouldn’t go back in and try to figure out how to reset it. Unless it was something obnoxious, like adding an autocorrect shortcut to say something lewd.

He doesn’t really listen to music when he’s just walking. When he’s on a run, that’s fine, but he somewhat prefers to just… hear the environment around him when he’s on a stroll or a break from work. The only reason he’d have headphones on in public is to take a phone call, but even then, he’d prefer to wait until he’s somewhere more private.

He likes having you over at his apartment and has contemplated asking you to move in. He doesn’t want to rush anything, though, so he’s content with your sleepovers for now. (Though he really cannot fathom that you call them “sleepovers” like you’re 14. Please).

He speaks to his mother at least once a week, and she always asks about you. Levi tells her that you’re fine, gives her small updates about you, but Kuchel really just wants to know when the wedding is. He pretends to be busy whenever she starts asking and conveniently ends the call.

Occasionally, he’ll stop by and take you out for lunch. Depends on how much time he has during the day for himself, but he always enjoys sharing a meal with you.

Whenever you’re out with your friends drinking, Levi will pick you up. Even if you already told him that you’d Uber home; as soon as you text him that you’re going to leave soon, he’s already on his way.

He makes pretty good cocktails himself. Teases you for running his alcohol supply dry when the truth is he has more of your favorites in his cabinet than his own. He secretly likes the way you flirt with him when you’re tipsy.

You don’t always cuddle on top of each other when you sleep together. You can just lay by each other and that’s enough; but sometimes, you catch Levi turning towards you in his sleep, reaching for your hand. His body seems to search for yours subconsciously, and you swear there’s a hint of a smile on his sleeping face when you put your hand within reach.

Do not try to pay for dinner when you’re out with him. He’ll pull the “I’m going to use the restroom” move and pay the bill behind your back if he needs to. Open your own doors, maybe; pull out your own chairs, sure if you want; but not this.

He flosses very diligently every night. Mostly because he fucking hates the dentist, so if he takes the extra steps and is extra careful with his teeth, he doesn’t have to go as often, right?—Wrong, it’s the one time the roles are reversed, and you and Hange have to wrestle him into the doctor’s office.

On the flip side, if there are any doctors you routinely avoid and/or forget to schedule check ups for, fear not, because Levi will do it for you. He’ll drive you there, too—the only caveat being, that he usually doesn’t tell you where you’re going until you’re almost there. You think he’s doing the mysterious man surprise date thing and then boom, he’s pulling up to the ophthalmologist. Good luck.

He’s purchased a physical, paper copy of the news on every one of your anniversaries, birthdays, and other special occasions. He keeps them all neatly tucked away in a drawer. Sometimes, he looks back on them—sees what was happening in the world around you on that day. Maybe someday he’ll cut them up and bind them together in a book for you.

He doesn’t like having headphones in when you’re home with him, and preferred if you didn’t either—unless it was for work or school. He welcomes you to use his speakers and play your music aloud; he likes listening to what you listen to. If you look closely, you can catch him humming along or tapping his foot when he really likes a song.

Saves pictures you send him in an album in his camera roll. Occasionally can be found scrolling through them—particularly if you’ve been away on a trip, or he hasn’t gotten the chance to see you because of conflicting schedules.

He takes relatively short showers and doesn’t have a strong preference for the water temperature, so he lets you shower first. Unless you want him to join you, of course.

It’s not hard to tell when Levi wants you. He becomes noticeably more touchy, even if that margin isn’t too wide by anyone else’s standards; and he rarely tries to hide it. It only happens in the privacy of your apartments; but he’ll come on to you—leaning a bit further into conversations, a hand on your knee, a kind of cloudy look in his eyes.

Sometimes he forgoes the attempts at being subtle, just kisses you out the blue, carefully backs you up against the wall, puts his hands on your hips. He can be awfully direct when given the opportunity.

[hoes4dylanobrien]

Mets Dylan (AU miniseries) 3/?

a/n: so being in New England myself I may have made Dylan a dunkin donuts kinda guy? Idk if he is tho, but I like the idea of it. LMK if you wanna be on my new taglist for this fic, friends :3

tw: Dylan being cute hungover, swearing

taglist: @roxic93​

You idled in the office parking lot, debating whether or not to go in.

You were fairly sure what this was about. The picture that girl posted online that was quickly making headlines everywhere after being taken up by TMZ. You, a nobody, caught in a compromising position with your client, Mets star baseball player Dylan O’Brien. 

It was not the best situation to find yourself in, especially after what you’d been trying to do went up in flames. You were more angry with yourself than Dylan, though. He was who he was, which was a womanizing dick most of the time. It was his M.O. He was predictable, in a sense. And that was why you were angry: you should have known better. He was doing what he was always doing, but for you to have gotten caught up in it, in those stupid mesmerizing eyes... It was only a moment, but it may have cost you everything. You knew it didn’t look good (even though NOTHING happened...) but your employer wouldn’t see it that way, and so you felt it was the calm before the storm. The dreadful thought that you may just leave here without a job crossed your mind. 

Your phone lit up with several texts then.

A few from friends wanting to know the tea, one from Ray, your boss, that said I know you’re out there, y/n, I can SEE you from my desk... stop picking around and get your ass in here (yeah, your boss was pretty casual with you) and one from He Shall Not Be Named (childish on your part, you recognized).

Can you stop at dunks on the way there, i’m feelin munchkin today 

You rolled your eyes so hard they went back in your head. The audacity of the asshole. 

He saw you read it, and sent one text after the other:

hello????

answer me

y/nnnnnn

y/n, I can literally see you reading my texts. this is important. need to know my Dunkin's will be there. and ask for extra caramel drip on the macchiato, you know the one

You’d had it up to here with him, and couldn’t help shooting off a quick text.

I’m not your fucking maid or your executive assistant, Dylan. Ask them to get it, or, here’s a concept, get your grown ass your own Mighty Macchiato. You can certainly afford it. 

The dot, dot, dots appeared. Then:

see now I'm worried you didnt say iced. You know I don’t drink hot coffee y/n 

:(((( 

You looked up, muted your phone, and may or may not have screamed out loud. 

Putting on your big girl panties after a good pep talk to yourself, you approached the front door and step inside. The doorman, Chris, greeted you with a smile. ‘Hey y/n, good to see you. How was the weekend?”

“Oh, you know...same old same old.” You didn’t elaborate. He nodded understandingly, and, judging by the look on his face you could tell he saw the story but thankfully didn’t ask about it. “Yours?” 

“My grand baby was home. My daughter and her husband were visiting, so we got some good family time. Had us a good barbecue. DIdn’t want to leave ‘em to come in today.” 

“Oh, wow, good for you! How old is she now? Lizzie?”

“Seven,” he said proudly. “That’s wild, I remember seeing her around the office back when she was only three, I can’t believe how fast she’s growing!”

“You’re tellin’ me!” He snorted.

“Well, I’m sure they had a wonderful time with you. Did they leave already?” 

"Yeah, Eric - my son-in-law - was needed back at work so they packed up and left early this morning.” 

Your phone buzzed again. There were an embarrassingly long stream of texts from Dylan, who apparently thought you were still talking to him, and the boss, who was now calling. He must really be steamed.

“Business calls?” 

“Shit, yeah. Sorry, gotta jet. It was nice catching up though!” 

“You take care now, Miss y/n.” He winked at your retreating form. 

"I’m on my way,” you said by way of greeting as the elevator doors closed behind you.“Good. Because we’ve got a pile of shit on our hands.” 

I sighed. “I know.” 

“You really screwed up.” 

“I know,” you repeated.

He just gave a long sigh, ending the call abruptly. 

Out of habit you checked your social media, surprised to see several hundred new followers, and an inbox full of messages from both bots and real people wanting to know the scoop. Well, that didnt take long to identify you. Huffing, you almost put your phone away when you saw another text flash across the screen, figuring it was probably Dylan again harassing you with his Dunkin Donuts order that was really not happening. But it was somebody else:

I saw you in the news, so sorry that happened to you! I’m here if you’d like to talk, or not. I know I’m supposed to wait 3 days before asking for another date but life's short and I really enjoyed your company. 

So James didn't see the picture and assume the worst. You were so thankful, and realized you were smiling as you prepared to text him back when the elevator doors opened. 

Your coworkers all turned toward you as you walked by them, whispering. Your work bestie, Annika, was waiting by your cubicle, heels tapping, practically twitching at the prospect of getting the dish. 

“Girl, you gotta tell me-

But before you could answer her, before you even had a chance to place your things on your desk, your boss was calling your name. 

Everyone seemed to quiet then, not used to hearing the laid-back man so angry. 

Annika mimed a drink, and you nodded subtly as you walked backwards toward Ray’s office. You’d be catching up with her after work, or if your luck turned, at a long boozy lunch after you were laid off.

[wikiangela]

she hulk finale!!! 😍 it was awesome and I loved it and here are some comments I made while watching (kinda long post sns)

spoilers under the cut!

the opening was fantastic, so funny lol

oh shit and Bruce is still in space huh 😳

and she can't turn, just like Blonsky? I mean, from the perspective of the witnesses... understandable

aw I feel so bad for her, she doesn't deserve all that 😭

oh no she's moving 😭 like, I get it, but I love her apartment, it's so cute lol

"by any and all means" I fucking love Nikki 😂😂 where do I find a bestie like her lol

Dennis what the fuck 🤦🏻‍♀️ tbh I genuinely forgot this guy existed lmao "dated for a significant about of time" HA, you fucking wish 😂 you wish you could pull anyone even remotely as awesome as Jen lmao

we're gonna see Blonsky again??? yaaay!

"I'm not running from my problems, it's a mental health break" ain't that a mood lol

Nikki's a genius 👑

"deep haikus" by Emil Blonsky - I fucking need this book in my life 😂😂😂

I love Pug, I wish we could've seen more of him in this series lol

"I would have the exact same criticism if she was a man" OMG but this is exactly what males say on the internet 😂😂😂

fucking Todd 😂 for a second there i was afraid Pug's cover was blown lol

Pug is doing so good and I'm loving how uncomfy he is about all that 😂

TODD is HulkKing???! I mean, there were theories after he called her a specimen and all, but I honestly didn't expect that, because I was sure it had to be someone smarter 😂😂😂

I still don't trust the wrecking crew guy 👀

wait, is Blonsky with inteligencia?????! WHAT? obvi he wasn't suddenly good but like... why - also, how can he suddenly transform without alerting his parole officer now????

seeing Blonsky's voice come out of the Abomination is so silly oh my god 😂😂

fucking Todd 🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️

oh, and Titania's here! "does that bitch ever use a door" seriously 😂😂

oh, so Emil protected Jen - so he really does do it for profit huh - still doesn't make it okay hah

BRUCE IS HERE!!!! OH MY GOD?? I thought he was in space???

noo, Bruce, wrong guy to fight 😂😂😂

"what is even happening here" 😂😂 it's so chaotic and I'm loving every second 😂😂😂

oh my god for a second I panicked when it switched to the Disney plus menu 😂😂 this is so funny

so she broke the inhibitor and jumped into marvel assembled - aka the real world???! this episode is completely unhinged and insane and I love it 😂😂😂

is she going to complain about the storylines 🤣 this is so meta and that whole thing was unexpected but it's so good???

Kevin 😂 or, K.E.V.I.N. 😂😂 so funny

"you are very expensive" I cannot stop laughing 😂😂😂

THOSE ARE THE KINDS OF META JOKES I LOVE 😂😂😂

okay, I fucking love this episode 😂 😂

making fun of the usual overdone formula? I'm all here for it 😂

no, but seriously, I kinda love that she's like: the stakes were high enough for me personally, I don't need to have to save the world or anything, it was supposed to be a fun legal comedy with me coming to terms with my superpowers - because I genuinely loved the show and this brand new thing they're trying and I love that for once the stakes don't have to be threatening to everyone around

"save it for the movie" YES - as much as I loved seeing Bruce again, it is kinda like: a man has to come to the rescue because she wouldn't be able to do it without him 😅 he's getting his own project, we don't need to know now (even tho I'm curious haha)

"when are we getting the x-men" wait I need to finish the movies 😂😂😂

"I smash fourth walls and bad endings" AS YOU SHOULD 💪😂😂 I can't believe we finally got marvel saying "yeah, it's been repetitive, let's change it up" 😂😂

"and sometimes Matt Murdock" YAS, get it girl 😏😂

MATT IS BACK????!!!!! FUCK YEAH!! (but seriously, get him the red suit back, the yellow looks so bad 🤢)

he met the fam? 👀 so they're a thing? I'm so here for it, pls let them be together forever lol

And Bruce is back the right way lol

wait what, a son??? I am so confused 😂

Wong breaking Emil out again 😂😂😂

so

oh my god I loved it!!!! so good!!! honestly this might be my fave finale of marvel shows so far because it was SO unexpected and different and just completely chaotic and unhinged and I'm here for all of it 😂😂

the meta jokes and comments were absolutely hilarious and I laughed my ass off

I love how the ending was finally something different and more grounded I guess (as much as it can be in a hulk show lol) with no nonsense about Todd getting powers and all that

and I think everyone got what they deserved, with Todd being sued (it is a lawyer show lol) and Blonsky going back to prison - tho obvi he's not there anymore lol

despite being a superhero show, it dealt more with Jen and her life and coming to terms with herself, balancing her life as she hulk and Jen, and it was a legal comedy (could've used more legal stuff but those were 20 minute episodes so I get it lol) and I'm glad it all ended the way it ended rather than have the usual everyone shows up completely out of the blue for the last big fight that the hero's gonna win anyway

(and Matt!! god I hope they're dating lol I can't wait to see him again in born again!)

I fucking loved the show and this ending completely subverted expectations and made this show even better

so good, I hope we'll get s2 and I really hope to see her on the big screen one day (also, Bruce has a son wtf, when is his movie or whatever coming out lol)