#omgosh i love this one

[good-to-drive]

Not to start shit but there's no non-misogynistic explanation for hating Pattie or Jane

[wellhalesbells]

i desperately need to know what "troll the respawn jeremy" is and also hi i love you and everything you've written 🤍 (i regularly go reread the classics because they make me Feel Things)

Okay, so, "Troll the Respawn, Jeremy," is 1) a quote from Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt and b) the fic I've been trying to finish in time for Halloween for like.... years now. I cleverly only remember it exists in September, add a few thousand words, subtract about a thousand even, and then inevitably fail to finish in time. It's a great system, like, absolutely no notes on that, obviously. You're killing it, brain!

I'm honestly not sure how the thought originated in my head now but I do know the prompt for it was nothing more than 'zombie!Stiles' essentially. Stiles dies and the gang brings him back and he's... not quite right. The memories are there but his emotions aren't so he's rebuilding relationships, morality, and the everyday in this new framework where the only thing to stop him being awful is essentially if it's more work or not.

When it's not dark humor, it's actively silly. There's a lot of Stiles building bonds with Erica, Boyd, and Isaac, since he wasn't very close to them before he died meaning they have the least expectations for how he should be behaving. It's a lot of Pack, figuring out how his relationship with Scott is going to evolve and Jackson coming back and Peter's curiosity naturally being piqued by this less self-righteous version of Stiles and he and Stiles and Boyd watching soap operas together because of course they would.

It's a fun one and a humorous one, even with Derek pining in the background and Stiles having to decide what his emotional responsibility for this person is and if he should be the one to police his choices or not. Because, well, there has to be twisted psychology in there, right? It's a resurrection fic, dammit!

It's also a lot of making Derek do the work too, which I like - especially when I have a good reason for it, because Stiles is all path of least resistance, so these people want him, care for him, would like him around and so he would like to be around and preferably in a way where no one's commenting on his behavior so everyone's trying to help him build boundaries, want the right things, do the appropriate action, etc. So Derek's figuring out in real time what Stiles' motivations are and learning to work within them and having exchanges like:

D: "We can’t keep fucking if I die.”

S: “Unless I bring you back.  You might be more fun that way.  Less with the frowny face probably.”

D: “Sounds like a lot of work for you.”

Same kind of thing with making monogamy something Stiles might want by framing it in a way that's appealing specifically to him. It's interrogating in a lot of ways what's necessary to make a relationship work. My little ace brain has questions and this is the only way I know to get answers, okay, LOL

Snippet(s):

“You gonna get all deep and philosophical on me?” The church is a tiny one and Stiles had only ducked inside to avoid, well, everyone.  He hadn’t expected Boyd would follow.  Truthfully, he doesn’t expect a lot of what Boyd does.  He hadn’t thought about him much before he died and even less after. Follow he does though, settles into the pew ahead of and at a diagonal angle to him.  Feet up on the wood next to him, arm stretched out over the back so he’s facing Stiles rather than the front.  Like he’s expecting Stiles to offer the sermon tonight. Stiles blinks at him.  “No, I don’t think so,” he says, when it dawns on him: “Should I?”  He doesn’t know a lot about being dead, having only done it for a short time, but if he’s meant to start spewing revelations, or even Revelations, he’s willing to give it a try. “I’d prefer you didn’t,” Boyd says in his lazy tone of voice that seems indifferent to most everything around him.  Stiles likes that; it sounds like he feels.  “What are you doing here then?” “Isaac was around here.”  It’s close to where he works, this little abandoned site of holy ground.  And Stiles had kind of wanted to see if he’d taken on any vampiric dead-guy traits and couldn’t cross the threshold.  He doesn’t know what the new rules are, and is starting to suspect there aren’t any.  Which is about the most horrible thing he can think of.  “Then his boss called, and he wasn’t, and I was bored.  What are you doing here?” “Keeping an eye out.”  The way Boyd says it, it sounds like, ‘figuring out how many things are wrong with you.’ “Think I’ll start eating brains?”  Stiles is genuinely curious as to what the theories are.  Wants to see if any match up to his own. Boyd shrugs.  “Do you want to?”  He sounds genuinely curious too. Stiles shrugs back.  “I don’t have any moral qualms about it.  But it seems like a lot of work and there’s just pretty much no way they’re as good as Flamin’ Hot Cheetos, right?  It’s a bone-saw and blood and innards versus opening a plastic bag.”  He weighs them in his hands.  “That’s not even a hard decision to make.  If I am a zombie, which I’m not conceding by the way, then I’m a zombie with some serious dietary deficiencies.  I require processed foods, stat.”  Boyd seems to consider this, then decides, “Cheetos would be good.”  After a second, he adds, “I have Runts in my pocket.” Stiles jumps over the back of Boyd’s pew and lands hard near him, says, “Then break ‘em the fuck out, man.”  Stiles steals all the banana pieces spread out on the bench between them, and relinquishes the cherry ones as penance. They don’t talk.  It’s not half-bad.

(Angstier) Snippet #2:

“You’re not you,” Derek says gruffly, not meeting Stiles’ eyes when Stiles lowers his head and looks at him straight on.  Derek and Stiles’ dad, they just can’t ever seem to get there.  Derek says it like he thinks this is why Stiles is here and wants it out of the way.  So Stiles won’t be here any longer.

“Not entirely,” Stiles agrees, tapping his fingers along the counter, the island a buffer between them.  “But the basics are all there, I’m just having a hard time accessing my,” he does a half-assed robot dance, “bleep-blorp-beep morality center.  I kind of think maybe because it just doesn’t exist anymore?”  He grins widely.  “Fucking cool, right?”

Derek stares at Stiles’ adam’s apple, glassy-eyed and blank, says without inflection, “What.”

Stiles slides into the stool at the counter enthusiastically and talks as much with his hands as with his mouth.  “I mean, okay, there’s action and consequence, right?  And arguably the biggest action and consequence: life and death, I defied it and now it’s like, I don’t know, I can’t appreciate that there are consequences.”  He rubs a hand over his buzzed hair, back and forth, back and forth, jolting himself back into the present moment with the spiky side, losing himself in his head when he’s not fighting its natural direction and his hand hydroplanes smoothly over it.  “I just don’t feel things the way I used to and that’s my best guess for why.”

It’s better than his second-best guess: that there’s still a part of him that’s dead, that the only part that ever gave a shit about any of these death-prone people/supernatural whoosie-whatsits didn’t come back with him.

Derek stares down into the depths of his cup, asks it, “Why are you hanging around Isaac?”

Stiles shrugs, staring more intently at Derek the longer Derek avoids his gaze.  He can see Derek’s pulse thudding in his throat, fluttering like it’s trying to escape confinement entirely.  There’s a heaviness to him that Stiles doesn’t think has anything to do with the sleep that’s still clinging to him.  He looks like the weight between his hands, cradling his mug, is as draining as holding up a bowling ball with just his pinky fingers.  “I’m fixing him,” Stiles answers succinctly.

Derek raises an eyebrow.  “Why?”

Stiles shrugs some more.  His gaze drifts down to the folds of the tank top over Derek’s stomach, he wants to flatten his palm there, smooth it out.  Derek looks so warm and defenseless, leaning against his counter, barefoot and weary, defeated and just waiting for someone to finish him off.  “Something to do.  Plus,” Stiles adds, sly and low, “I fix him, I know how to break him.”

“You want to… break him.”  It’s not a question, more like a naked declaration that wishes it were uncertain in the least.  Derek’s eyes are downcast and sad.

Stiles sighs, places his elbow on the counter, drops his chin into his hand and stares at the stubble on Derek’s cheeks, can practically feel the rasp of it against his mouth.  “I don’t know.  Something to do.”  He’s really not malicious, he doesn’t think, just easily bored and inherently curious about how other people work.  Since he doesn’t seem to.

Derek drops his chin against his neck and Stiles watches a slow breath move the weight of him.  He doesn’t ask for anything else, has no more comments to make, almost seems to be rejecting Stiles’ presence simply by virtue of ignoring it.

Stiles stares down at the island, lifts up his other hand.  It hasn’t left behind an outline of perspiration.  He rubs his dry fingers against a dry palm.  Stiles’ hands sweat; they’ve always sweat.

They don’t now.  Now.  Now everything is scorching, burning up sweat and tears before they can even make an appearance on his skin.

He lets out a gusty breath and says quietly, but without judgment, “You shouldn’t have done this.”

Derek’s eyes close, rim of the cup against his lip, expression pained.   “It was my turn,” he says softly into the steam.  Stiles watches him and Derek’s head drifts to the side before he wrenches it back, jaw tight, looking in Stiles’ direction but down at his chest now, where the scar tissue is resting under the cotton of his t-shirt.  “To save you.”

“But you didn’t,” Stiles tells him blankly, but not meanly.

Anyone watching would’ve thought it was an upper-cut though, the way Derek’s whole body rocks with the impact.  His eyes are closed again and he doesn’t look inclined to open them, not while Stiles is still there.  His hand slowly curls around the lip of the counter behind him, holds on tightly.  He still answers though, through some weird sense of debt or something else Stiles doesn’t understand, but he answers, says, “I know.”

Wip list is here!

[cl-babydew]

HERE IT IS!

So since they ended up getting lost in the DMs I'm going to post them here. Three different songs that were covered using Kaito's voice (since you love him the most~ ).

This first one is really good~! 😁

依存香炉 / Addiction

Original by DECO*27 feat. Miku

Cover made by Creuzer

I seriously recommend visiting Creuzer's youtube channel. He is so good with vocal tuning—one of the best! 😊 Maybe I can show you more covers from him in the future~

Here's the second:

Barricades

Original by Hiroyuki Sawano

Cover by Eaver

I know you watched Attack On Titan so you probably know this one already. This cover uses Kaito's V3 English voice bank.

Last one:

Can't Help Falling In Love

Another cover by Eaver.

Their comment:

I just know you'll love this one~ 😉

The art in the video came from here:

Feel free to reblog if you want.

Hope you enjoy these!

Okay wait- I want to share a few more!

[ Miku & Kaito duet ] Lovely

Original: Billie Eilish

Cover by SweetSoSweet

お気に召すまま / As You Like It

Original song by Eve

Covered by 結城望夢

This person used Kaito's old V1 and new/updated VOCALOID 3 voice bank to duet~ Even though it is the same voice you can hear the difference in quality between them.

ミライ (Mirai)

Original by Yoh Kamiyama ft. Miku

Cover by TORA_V4

Faraway (another Kaito & Miku duet)

Original song by Round Table

Covered again by TORA_V4

Alright, now that's all. Consider this an early Christmas gift. 🎁😊 (hopefully you can get it posted before then)

Hope you enjoy them~! Bye!! 👋🏾

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#ˋ  ♡       ❛     𝐀𝐔 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄: 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟎𝐬     ❫       :       so  nevermind  the  darkness  we  still  can  find  a  way.

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#5

❝   ladies  and  gentlemen,  the  captain  has  turned  on  the  seatbelt  sign  as  we  make  our  final  approach  to  the  indianapolis  airport.  please,  make  sure  your  seat  backs  and  tray-tables  are  in  their  full,  upright  position.  your  carry-on  luggage  must  be  stowed  underneath  the  seat  in  front  of  you.  the  local  time  is  nine  thirteen  in  the  morning,  and  the  temperature  is  a  chilly  thirty-six  degrees  with  light  snow.  thank  you  for  flying  united  airlines  and  happy  thanksgiving,   ❞   one  of  the  flight  attendants  heralds  over  the  intercom  as  the  plane  begins  to  descend  slowly  out  of  the  clouds.  her  gentle  voice  combined  with  the  customary  ding  of  the  seatbelt  sign  illuminating  quickly  pulls  erin’s  attention  from  the  colorful  magazine  that  she’s  been  reading.  she  closes  it  almost  instantly  and  slips  it  into  the  seat  pocket  in  front  of  her,  her  eyes  lighting  up  with  happiness  and  excitement  as  she  can  barely  wait  to  be  home.

far  below,  there’s  acres  and  acres  of  fields,  lightly  dusted  with  snow,  and  small  dark  dots  and  swirls  that  after  a  moment  reveal  themselves  as  houses  and  roads.  it  looks  so  beautiful,  erin  thinks  to  herself  before  turning  her  head  to  the  side  to  smile  at  the  older  redhead.   ❝   axl?   ❞   she  whispers,  instinctively  reaching  for  one  of  her  husband’s  hands  as  she  wants  to  cling  to  him  in  one  way  or  another  when  they  touch  down.  she’s  never  truly  managed  to  overcome  her  fear  of  flying,  but  now  seated  in  the  middle,  between  her  boys,  with  axl  on  her  right  in  the  aisle  seat  and  sebastian  beside  the  window,  erin  does  feel  somewhat  safe…  or  rather  less  nervous  than  usual.   ❝   you  have  to  put  your  seatbelt  on,  honey,   ❞   she  coos  in  a  sing-song  voice,  unable  to  disguise  her  giddiness  as  her  fingers  squeeze  his  own.  this  is  undoubtedly  the  happiest  she’s  ever  been.  a  warm  smile  tugging  at  her  lips  as  she  glances  at  her  son,  sleeping  soundly  with  his  head  in  her  lap.  her  scarf  turned  into  a  makeshift  pillow.   ❝   gosh,  i  hate  to  be  the  one  to  wake  him  up.  he  looks  like  a  little  angel.  our  baby  boy.   ❞   murmuring  softly  as  she  affectionately  caresses  her  son’s  cheek,  she  knows  how  much  he  dislikes  being  stirred  awake  so  she  makes  sure  to  be  extra  loving  during  the  process.

❝   little  love.  wake  up,  little  love,   ❞   erin  whispers,  dark  curls  tickling  his  face  as  she  leans  in  to  plant  a  soft  kiss  on  his  shoulder.   ❝   wake  up  and  look  where  we  are.   ❞   the  plane  banks  a  little  and  continues  its  descent,  the  silhouettes  of  the  buildings  more  define  now,  fields  replaced  by  urban  architecture,  the  lights  of  I-70  shimmering.  after  a  moment,  the  landing  gear  comes  to  life  with  a  low  hum.   ❝   and  guess  what?  it’s  snowing.   ❞   she  has  a  feeling  today  is  going  to  be  the  best  day  of  her  son’s  life,  with  two  of  his  dreams  coming  true  —  celebrating  thanksgiving  with  mamaw  in  his  favorite  place  and  learning  he’s  to  be  a  big  brother.  she  still  can’t  believe  it’s  happening  to  them,  after  such  a  long  time  of  doubt  and  fear.  sebastian  is  going  to  be  over  the  moon.  after  all,  he’s  been  asking  for  a  baby  sister  for  quite  some  time.   ❝   wake  up,  bubby.  you  have  to  hold  elmo  real  tight  ‘cause  we’re  about  to  land.   ❞ 

@rcsechild

28 notes - Posted November 20, 2022

#4

this  boy.  gosh,  this  boy  will  never  not  melt  her  heart,  erin  thinks  as  a  hint  of  sheer  wonderment  reaches  her  bright  blue  eyes,  making  them  twinkle  with  joy.  a  smile  as  warm  as  the  sun  outside  tugs  at  the  corners  of  her  lips  and  lights  up  her  entire  face.  motherhood  can  be  overwhelming  and  incredibly  stressful  at  times,  all  the  tantrums  and  sleepless  nights,  the  why’s  and  how’s,  but  it’s  all  worth  it  in  the  end.  after  all,  she  never  thought,  not  even  in  her  wildest  dreams,  that  she’d  receive  such  a  sweet,  heartfelt  birthday  present.  instantly,  she  scoops  her  son  up  into  her  arms,  refusing  to  acknowledge  he’s  already  eight  years  old  and  soon  she  most  likely  won’t  be  able  to  pick  him  up,  and  sits  him  on  her  lap.  arms  curling  around  his  body  as  she  plants  at  least  a  dozen  of  kisses  on  his  cheek,  she  squeezes  him  close  to  her  and  basks  in  the  warmth  of  his  skin.   ❝   did  you  draw  this  all  by  yourself?   ❞   she  asks  with  a  sweet  smile,  gently  moving  the  chocolate  away  as  she  picks  up  the  drawing  to  take  a  closer  look  at  it.   

❝   oh,  wow!  it’s  me!  you  drew  a  picture  of  mommy!  i  even  have  blue  eyes  and  brown  hair  and…  i’m  wearing  the  cutest  pink  dress  in  the  world!  this  is  so  beautiful!  the  most  beautiful  picture  in  the  whole  wide  world!   ❞   she  praises  in  a  sing-song  voice,  resting  her  chin  on  her  son’s  shoulder  as  she  marvels  at  the  picture  in  her  hands.  the  attention  to  detail  is  truly  impressive.  she  wouldn’t  trade  this  piece  of  art  for  any  of  da  vinci  or  van  gogh’s  paintings,  wouldn’t  trade  it  for  anything.  this  is  way  better,  way  more  exquisite  and  gorgeous,  way  more  meaningful.   ❝   can  mommy  frame  it  and  put  it  on  the  wall  like  they  do  in  art  galleries?   ❞   she  asks,  tracing  the  pretty  heart  with  her  fingertip.  her  nose  begins  to  tingle  and  eyes  fill  up  with  tears  of  happiness  as  she  struggles  to  keep  her  emotions  at  bay.  he’s  too  pure  for  this  world,  too  precious.   ❝   and  you  even  made  sure  to  give  me  my  favorite  candy?!  what?!   ❞   and  suddenly  it  is.  it  really  is  her  favorite  candy.  days  old  and  with  the  wrapper  slightly  torn  —  it’s  clearly  been  through  a  lot,  but  she  doesn’t  mind.  nothing’s  ever  looked  quite  as  delicious  to  her  before.   ❝   this  is  the  best  birthday  present  ever!  thank  you  so,  so,  so  much,  sebastian  rose,   ❞   she  murmurs,  hugging  her  son  while  also  showering  his  face  with  kisses.  what  did  she  do  to  deserve  this  sweet  angel?

29 notes - Posted November 9, 2022

#3

ˋ  ⛅️       ❛     1990s     ❫       :       𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞  𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞,  𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲,  𝐢  𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞  𝐲𝐨𝐮.

cherry  pie  is  far  from  being  the  most  difficult  piece  in  erin’s  recipe  books,  but  she’s  learned  that  it  can  be  quite  the  challenge  when  most  of  the  assistance  comes  from  a  pair  of  tiny  hands,  eager  to  help  each  and  every  step  of  the  way,  but  even  more  eager  to  play  with  all  the  ingredients  and  raise  havoc.  so,  as  the  tasks  become  more  and  more  complicated  and  the  soft  wrinkles  on  sebastian’s  forehead  begin  to  deepen,  his  sweet  features  growing  visibly  bored,  the  curly-haired  brunette  comes  up  with  the  perfect  solution  that  will  allow  her  to  finish  baking  while  also  keeping  the  little  boy  occupied  and  entertained.   ❝   would  you  like  to  paint  a  picture  for  dada?  huh?  does  that  sound  like  fun?  what  do  you  think,  picasso?  gosh,  look  at  yourself,  that’s  not  lotion,  bashy  bear,   ❞   she  muses  with  a  soft  laugh,  wiping  her  flour-covered  hands  on  her  apron  before  slipping  them  beneath  the  boy’s  armpits  to  pick  him  up  and  carry  him  off  the  counter.  he  grunts  and  kicks  his  legs,  visibly  displeased  as  his  mother  keeps  him  from  smearing  the  entire  bowl  of  filling  across  his  chest  and  arms.  she  takes  him  to  the  living  room  and  spreads  a  large  sheet  of  paper  on  the  floor,  surrounds  the  toddler  with  different  paints  and  brushes.   ❝   i’ll  be  right  back,  okay?  i’ll  just  put  our  pie  in  the  oven.  mmm,  our  yummy  pie.  it’s  gonna  be  so  delicious  because  you  helped  me  out.  be  good  now,  my  little  artist,   ❞   she  coos,  stroking  his  strawberry-tinged  hair  as  he  dips  both  of  his  palms  in  paint  and  lets  out  a  happy  squeal.

it’s  a  typical  saturday  morning  for  them,  especially  now  that  axl’s  touring  with  his  band.  erin  wants  their  son  to  have  a  normal  childhood,  even  if  his  father’s  job  is  anything  but  ordinary.  so,  she  stills  puts  madonna’s  on  the  radio  as  soon  as  they  wake  up,  bakes  pies  and  muffins,  hangs  out  with  her  friends  and  their  babies,  arranges  play  dates  to  keep  sebastian’s  mind  stimulated  and  busy.  she’s  explained  to  him  time  and  time  again  that  they  have  to  share  daddy  with  his  fans,  that  everybody  loves  him  and  wants  to  see  him,  that  it  would  be  unfair  of  them  to  keep  him  from  doing  what  he’s  always  dreamed  of  doing,  but  at  the  end  of  the  day  her  son  is  still  just  a  toddler  who  needs  and  misses  his  father  more  than  anything  in  this  world.  when  they  were  younger,  during  axl’s  very  first  tour,  it  was  just  the  two  of  them  and  things  got  extremely  messy.  she  spent  weeks  ignoring  him,  thinking  he  was  sleeping  in  another  woman’s  bed,  doing  all  kinds  of  shady  things.  this  time,  she  can’t  let  it  happen.  she  can’t  let  herself  dive  into  that  kind  of  mindset,  she  has  to  be  more  mature,  but  it’s  only  may  and  he’s  supposed  to  come  home  in  november.  she  has  no  idea  how  they’ll  survive  that  long  without  each  other,  what  will  happen  to  their  family…  it’s  all  terrifying  to  think  of.  so,  she  discreetly  wipes  the  small  tear  that’s  rolling  down  her  cheek  and  focuses  on  the  pie,  trying  to  keep  herself  busy.  she’s  humming  to  herself  as  she  absently  twirls  around  the  kitchen,  dark  curls  tumbling  down  her  back,  the  light  blue  dress  she’s  wearing  flaring  out  around  her  slender  legs.   ❝   true  love,  you’re  the  one  i’m  dreamin’  of.  your  heart  fits  me  like  a  glove  and  i’m  gonna  be  true  blue,  baby,  i  love  you.   ❞   she  sings  softly,  using  a  wooden  spoon  as  microphone  as  she  dances  around  with  flour  on  her  hands  and  cheek.  coaxing  a  fit  of  giggles  out  of  her  son.

@rcsechild

74 notes - Posted April 2, 2022

#2

❛    𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟏     ❫       :       𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭.

someone’s  once  said  that  becoming  a  parent  is  the  ultimate  shift  from  self-centered  living  to  selfless  living.  erin  believes  that  there’s  no  truer  statement.  for  the  past  four  months  her  life  has  revolved  solely  around  her  baby  boy.  and  although  motherhood  is  the  one  thing  that  she’s  always  dreamed  about  and  there’s  nothing  she  loves  more  than  tending  to  sebastian’s  every  need,  it’s  definitely  taking  a  toll  on  her  mental  health  (  without  her  realizing  ).  she  used  to  be  such  a  fun,  outgoing  person  and  now  she  can’t  remember  the  last  time  she  got  to  leave  the  house  or  had  a  friend  over,  let  alone  went  on  a  date  with  her  husband.  even  their  new  year’s  eve  ended  up  being  a  complete  disaster  with  her  mood  doing  a  full  one-eighty  upon  learning  that  slash  had  invited  them  to  join  him  and  their  other  friends  downtown  and  that  axl  was  actually  ready  to  just  ditch  their  son  and  party  the  night  away.  what  kind  of  parent  leaves  their  newborn  baby  with  a  babysitter  on  a  day  as  special  as  their  very  first  new  year’s  eve?  not  the  loving  kind,  for  sure.  so,  she  threw  a  fit,  changed  into  her  yoga  pants  and  an  oversized  t-shirt  and  stayed  home  with  sebastian.  to  say  that  they’ve  been  struggling  ever  since  would  be  an  understatement.  even  their  baby,  who  was  always  such  a  great  sleeper  and  the  happiest  little  boy,  now  cries  most  of  the  time  and  only  sleeps  when  one  of  his  parents  is  holding  him.  sleep-deprived,  impulsive  and  even  more  sensitive  than  before,  erin  has  no  idea  how  to  pull  her  life  together  and  almost  no  energy  to  fight  for  her  marriage.  sometimes,  when  things  get  intense,  the  only  person  keeping  her  from  stealing  one  of  axl’s  guns  and  ending  her  suffering  is  sebastian.  

of  course,  the  one  time  she  gives  in  and  lets  axl  stay  home  with  the  baby  all  by  himself,  instead  of  packing  everything  up  and  taking  the  whiny  newborn  to  the  doctor’s  office  with  her,  everything  goes  wrong.  her  appointment  is  at  4  p.m.,  and  she  knows  that  she  has  to  be  home  before  7  p.m.  because  axl’s  playing  a  show  later  this  evening,  the  very  first  one  in  1991  if  she  remembers  correctly,  and  she  has  to  stay  home  with  bastian.  she  doesn’t  really  want  the  entire  city,  or  worse  —  the  entire  world,  to  learn  that  they’ve  had  a  baby.  for  safety  and  privacy  reasons.  that’s  what  she’s  telling  herself,  how  she  justifies  her  refusal  to  go  to  the  show  with  the  baby.  but  that’s  only  partially  true.  her  son’s  immune  system  is  still  so  very  weak  that  she  sees  the  idea  of  spending  even  a  second  in  a  crowded  room  with  him  as  something  life-threatening.  she  leaves  the  doctor’s  office  late,  heads  home  in  late-afternoon,  rush-hour  traffic  and  soon  finds  herself  stuck  in  a  jam  of  honking  cars  and  frustrated  drivers.  unfortunately,  she  doesn’t  make  it  home  on  time,  but  it  doesn’t  really  stress  her  out.  she  expects  to  find  beta,  the  new  babysitter  that  axl’s  found  in  some  newspaper,  in  their  living  room  with  sebastian  in  her  arms,  but  what  she  finds  instead  is  a  note.  a  note  that  makes  her  heart  lurch  into  her  throat,  pounding  uncomfortably.  her  palms  sweating.  jesus  christ.

the  next  thing  she  knows,  her  red  jeep  is  back  on  the  streets,  maneuvering  dangerously  between  other  vehicles.  it’s  the  longest  ride  of  her  entire  life.  minutes  feel  like  hours  as  she  can’t  help  but  worry  about  her  baby,  wonder  if  he’s  okay.  he  probably  isn’t.  after  all,  he  has  the  dumbest,  most  selfish  father  in  the  world.  maybe  he’s  locked  in  some  nasty  bathroom,  scared  and  crying,  with  a  diaper  that  most  likely  hasn’t  been  changed  ever  since  she  left.  these  thoughts  make  her  want  to  tear  up  as  she  walks  into  the  crowded  bar.  wearing  a  white  turtle  neck,  tucked  neatly  into  her  skirt,  tights  and  a  pair  of  doc  martens,  with  her  long  ringlets  cascading  down  her  back,  she  turns  a  few  heads,  but  she’s  too  stressed  out  to  even  notice.  her  mind  is  fixated  on  one  thing  and  one  thing  only  —  finding  her  baby  and  bringing  him  home.  her  heart  is  going  a  hundred  miles  an  hour,  and  she’s  sure  the  apples  of  her  cheeks  match  the  scarlet  tinge  of  her  short  corduroy  skirt.  she’s  furious  and  so  very  disappointed  with  axl.  how  can  he  possibly  be  so  reckless? he’s  done  many  dumb  things  in  his  life,  so  has  she,  but  this  exceeds  her  wildest  expectations.  this  is  undoubtedly  the  stupidest,  most  insane  thing  that  the  redhead  has  ever  done.  the  air  is  thick  with  cigarette  smoke.  it’s  enough  to  constrict  her  lungs  and  make  her  cough.  she  doesn’t  even  want  to  begin  to  imagine  what  it’s  doing  to  her  poor  baby  boy.  a  few  months  ago  he  had  to  fight  for  each  breath  and  now  his  father  just  brought  him  to  a  place  like  this.  gosh,  how  could  she  trust  this  man?  how  could  she  think  he’d  know  how  to  take  care  of  her  baby?  she  used  to  love  this  bar,  the  food,  the  atmosphere,  but  still  no  four  month  old  belongs  in  a  place  like  this.  frozen  in  place,  she’s  looking  around  nervously,  bright  eyes  scanning  every  inch  of  the  room.

╰        @rcsechild​

145 notes - Posted January 2, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

@rcsechild​  said:  *watching madonna’s movie in 1990 and the naked scene comes up when erin’s walking through the door* 

juggling  a  bunch  of  shopping  bags  and  a  box  of  donuts  in  her  arms,  erin  attempts  to  slip  her  key  into  the  lock  on  the  door  of  her  condominium  without  dropping  anything.  it  proves  to  be  a  difficult  task,  taking  her  way  longer  than  it  probably  should.  she  blames  her  sudden  clumsiness  on  both  the  hot,  muggy  weather  outside  and  the  fact  that  she  is  growing  a  little  human,  and  it  does  drain  her  energy,  making  her  more  sluggish.  however,  when  she  finally  does  manage  to  twist  open  the  door  and  step  into  the  brightly  lit  foyer,  a  warm  smile  blooms  on  her  lips  almost  immediately.  happiness  filling  her  sky-blue  eyes  as  she  forgets  about  all  her  worries  and  discomfort,  and  calls  out,   ❝   honey,  i’m  home!   ❞   she  doubts  she’ll  ever  get  tired  of  saying  these  words.  her  stomach  fills  with  butterflies  and  her  heart  skips  a  beat  every  time  she  comes  home  to  her  husband.  her  husband.  it  sounds  so  beautiful.   ❝   i  got  you  something.  did  you  feed  the  dogs?   ❞   she  uses  her  shoulder  to  shut  the  door  behind  her  and  powers  forward  with  all  the  bags  still  somehow  intact,  making  it  up  the  short  hall  to  the  small  kitchen  on  the  right.  she  doesn’t  like  asking  for  help  and  tries  to  enjoy  her  independence  while  she  still  can.  she  carefully  sets  the  groceries  down  on  the  counter  and  is  about  to  start  putting  them  away  when  a  strange  sound  coming  from  the  living  room  captures  her  attention.  was  that  a  moan  she  just  heard?!

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182 notes - Posted July 3, 2022

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[into-the-very-fires-of-mordor]

Hehehehe maybe it’s bc I watched Ghostbusters: Afterlife for the first time yesterday but Mike Wheeler has really been on the brain lately 😁😂 And we’re going to see the new one in theaters today so I’m excited!

BAHAHAA I HAVE CONNECTED THE DOTS FOR YOU (you to me: “you haven’t connected shit”) (me to you: IVE CONNECTED THEM) 🤣🤣🤣

[rinzay]

Just finished binging dungeon meshi and lemme tell you, Y E S

[barblaz-arts]

"Headcanon: one of the first things Vaggie did to reclaim an identity for herself outside of being heaven's soldier is to try more feminine clothing, something she never used to let herself wear because it's impractical for a fighter(like growing her hair). It was an awkward transition, but Charlie's very enthusiastic encouragement helped Vaggie love her new look."

This headcanon is so important to me as weird as that sounds. As someone who was denied the freedom to explore her femme gender presentation growing up I can relate. Vaggie having that moment when her skin finally feels like it fits right is such a moment she'd have in this senario and it makes me so happy.

You don't notice the way you don't "fit your skin" until you realize it's possible. You don't realize that clothes can feel like home.

Omgosh tho that means Charlie was there for the first time Vaggie did a skirt twirl!!! Ahhhhh ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ sorry got distracted. That skirt twirl is powerful lol

"You don't realize that clothes can feel like home"

I loved that so much I had to draw this real quick

Charlie and Vaggie finding "home" in so many ways because of each other is so important to me

[bokettochild]

Linked Universe Enterence p.3

Okay! So I have thoughts!!!!

First off, does anyone remember when JoJo shared those first snippets? How there was a fun little detail that suddenly disappeared when the comic actually became more than doodles?

Yeah, I'm talking about this guy

(Not the grouchy old man being offended, the owl LOL)

I know there's a chance I'm wrong, a big one at that, but I think it would be really cool if, if only for a short while, JoJo brought him back, even if it's just for this era of Hyrule. Let Time have his owl buddy!

Anyways, to the actual comic!

I noticed that the boys are all still together, so I'm guessing they're waiting until they come to a cross-roads to actually split up like Four advised last time. So we have that to look forwards to in the coming updates!

I love that she's really highlighting the similarities and differences in this arc, showing us who knows what and what they've done, but also the little things; both with owls and the antifairy!

I adore the Owlan reference/appearance!

And Time immediately agreeing about the "long, drawn out lectures part" made me laugh. (His expression, my Hylia!!!)

That is the face of a man who kept accidentally asking to "hear it again" and regrets it with every bone of his being LOL

It's good to see more call backs to the last comics too! Having Hyrule be wary of the statue because he remembers seeing it before, and Warriors agreeing, but also reminding that it didn't cause harm. The fact that Hyrule keeps his sword pointed at it though, wary, does say a lot about how cautious he's being all the same (Wild ought to take notes)

And of course this whole panel

Twilight's awkwardly trying to assure the rest without spilling the secret, Sky laughing and turning to look at Legend, and the fact that the vet is just so entirely done with even just the thought of being a rabbit. (I love his face, omgosh).

Te way I screamed "anti-fairy!" when I saw this, and then was so, so delighted that Legend and I had the same thought (I am unwell about this man).

I'm equally unwell about the fact that Legend just has to say "ouch" (which you only say at inconveniences and not real, actual hurts) and immediately everyone's turning, weapons out and ready to help him face...whatever. Like, he's fine, guys, but it's sweet you care (now Legend, please take note and realize you belong, you idiot)

Love that Time hears "fairy" and immediately is all ears. All the more so at the "anti" part. Man was raised by fairies and he absolutely doesn't like the idea of something that would hurt them.

Meanwhile Legend is just being freaking Haku (Spirited Away) over here!

Tell me you don't see it!!!!!!

Also, his casual use of magic to purify something, to just make it no longer a threat, rather than hurting it. That need to save EVERYONE is really showing through here, huh?

And immediately, everyone is shocked that he did that, but also what it means about fairies. About dark magic. But Time and Wars especially!

Gosh, just Legend's little worried face and Time's offense at the idea of fairies being corrupted and harmed. Shows a bit about them here too I think. Time is maybe slightly obsessed with fairies (reasonably so) and hates them being harmed, but he shows his worry on the matter in anger. legend, meanwhile, becomes more sombre, quieter: it bothers him too (maybe reminds him of a certain predecessor?)

Get this man a tiara, he's a freaking Disney Princess over here, good grief!!!! He's carrying fairy food on what? The slim chance he has time to stop and feed them? Honestly, i know he's probably as attached to fairies as Time (although with a healthier relationship with them), but this is just too cute. this man is going to be the death of me!!!

Anyways, here's the bonuses!!!!

SUN APPEARANCE!!!!!!!! We have a canon Sun appearance!!!!! Like, sure, sleepy student Sky, but it's SUN!!!!

This smile. Oh my gosh I adore him. He's just so glad he got to help the corrupted little one become normal again.

JoJo was having fun with Four I see LOL

Man really said "hang on, let me check my purse, I think I have snacks in here"

Freaking Mom Coded

[lucygraysboy]

“and you wouldn’t be assumin’ anythin’ if the roles were reversed, would you?” he rolls his eyes and purses his lips before he can say something that he’ll never be able to take back. he doesn’t want to hurt her feelings, but he does wish that she’d just lay her cards out on the table and tell him what exactly had been going on back home those past months. “alright. good.” jealousy lingers, a strange pang of possessiveness finding its way to his heart at the idea of someone else being her first, but then he takes a deep breath and figures he can’t be one of those toxic men who care about stuff like this. “actually, the people i’ve met in new york are different. i have a feeling you and my roommate, charlie, will get along so well.” but he can’t focus on charlie and his new friends when he still doesn’t know who her first boyfriend was. he can tell that she’s trying to change the subject, but if they’re supposed to be in a relationship, why keep secrets from him? “why’s that stuff got to be private? we’ve shared relatively more personal, embarrassingand uncomfortable details before? i just don’t think —” but she cuts him off and springs up, out of the booth and across the restaurant, leaving him to sulk over his steaming cup of coffee.

he’s not mad but crossing his arms like that? dark brows lift, face entirely expressing disbelief. until he admits it himself. “you’re assuming those things.” who said anything about it being THAT man? he’s taking it upon himself to think that. “no one took advantage of me. i wasn’t drunk.” she’s still waiting for marriage, or at least a promise ring. “then that’s why you should find better friends.” it doesn’t even have to be him constantly hanging with her, but he should find better guys to hang around. then lucy gray would be in approval of that, really happy for him to go out and have guy nights or whatever it is they like doing. “yeah, it could be someone else. but that stuff is private so i don’t it’s something to…. oh—!” big brown eyes light up in excitement as they find the jukebox across from them. “a jukebox! i’ll see if they have bon jovi or something.” lucy gray grins and happily claps in excitement, popping up from the booth and striding over to it.

[usagifuyusummer]

"You're loved. Don't forget."

More ramblings and concept art below lmao.

I am devastated on thinking Timmy's fate in the series... I won't put my faith that they will handle it well, so I'll just indulge in fanworks to fill in this void. If they ever do it well one day, then I'll be there for the encore.

For now, I think you'll see a lot of somewhat depressed art on FOP for a while lol. Not continuous mind you! University is a bitch to get through. Whenever I'm free that is. Which is on long stretches of time unfortunately... Still, when I'm not posting trash, I'll be around observing quietly. You can guarantee that at least.

The work this time is inspired by @xblubotx (the adopted parents kissing Timmy one so cute omgosh) and @cubbihue FOP AU (sorry I have not memorised your AU yet). I admire that Blubot can adapt the FOP artstyle so well lmao. It'll be lightyears before I can do that 😭😭😭. Also, their Timmy fanarts break my heart, thank you. For the fairies design, I took inspiration from Cubbihue's AU. I think it's cute that they have tails, but there's not much I can say regarding their AU since its still developing. Take your time on that and have fun by the way.

The context for this one is just that Timmy is embarassed that Cosmo and Wanda are giving him the affection he is missing out from his parents. Poof is laughing from Timmy's embarrassment lol. (Not using Poof's new name because that is not that iteration of his character.) Timmy got a lot of fairy dust to remove from his face on that day...

Hm, are there side-effects to fairies kissing a mortal (on the cheeks hehe)? I kinda wish there was a comprehensive mythology book for stuff like that. There's some sources where I read that fairies kissing humans can actually result in their soul being whisked away to the other world (essentially dying yeah) and some sources say that fairies kissing you means its their way of marking territory or for good luck??? I wonder where those myths came from... but it is fascinating to think about. I guess Timmy will die young then /jk lol.

I got input from my younger sister that a darker color background is better than the dark blue one I used initially. I'm quite unsure on this, so I'll just post them all... I also don't think I nailed Cubbihue's AU on the fairy sizes... It's hard to accurately draw characters on a specific scale for me... Oh well, I can practice more. This took me 3 days at least. Also, here's a png version of the piece and two photos of the concept sketches.

I think that's all I want to yap about. Thanks for reading and have a nice day. See you when my homework isn't killing me.

[azullumi]

Sorry but your thoughts on designer! Reader X Aventurine?

Like, I want to dress this peacock into so much staff, from tailored expensive suits with unbelievably beautiful patterns to the fucking dresses. (Rine in dress Rine in dress *trembles chews on chair*.)

Or maybe make him a living mannequin when he has free time? Like look at this man, the perfect waist. (new art new art omg)

It's like, so unrelated to IPC that maybe Aventurine would even find peace in having a Reader from a simple world (yeah simple fashion world of course yeah...)

Anyways, if it's boring or silly, you can just delete it!! It's okay, place your needs and desires first!

Cheese for you. 🧀

"the way you look tonight" ; aventurine

summary — you just get along with him so well and he just adores you so much.

pairing — aventurine (w/ fashion designer! reader)

tags — established relationship, fluff, not proofread, 1k words ; headcanons

note — i hope u like this nonnieee!! and thank you for the cheese 🧀 hopefully, he wasn't ooc in this one omgosh also this reminded me of the costume i have to make and i haven't started yet hahahaha?? this is day 3 of writing for this man until i have him.

Aventurine likes to adorn himself in expensive jewelry and clothing, to dress himself with extravagant accessories and jewelries (Have you seen the rings on his hands? His watch? The bracelets on his wrists?); that was a well-known fact. So when he met you for the first time as he visited a certain planet whose main trading point was fabric, textiles, clothing, and everything related to fashion, the relationship that will soon blossom will be inevitable. You just get along with him so well and he just adores you so much—it was like a match-made in the universe.

From then on, whenever he has the time to do so, he’ll arrange visits to your planet. It could be surprise visits or ones planned between you two (it’s mostly just him messaging you that he misses you so he’s planning on stopping by soon). Nevertheless, you love seeing him, love the way he always greets you with a hug and a kiss when he sees you. He’ll always bring you presents every time he comes by. Souvenirs from another planet, trinkets and charms that he thinks you would like, and occasionally, patterns, fabrics, clothes, and such.

Aventurine doesn’t mind you using him as your model—he was your muse, after all. He doesn’t mind having to stand still as you take his measurements or see which color suits him better by repeatedly alternating two different fabrics against his skin (it’s like a free color analysis). All the while, he’s entertained by just you talking to yourself and seemingly troubled.

“Hm, I think this one looks good, don’t you think?” You say as you fall into deep thought, holding the fabrics in your hand. You stand in front of the blond-haired man who just watches you the whole time with a relaxed look on his face—his soft gaze follows your every movement and a small smile tugs at the corner of his lips. “No, wait, but this one looks nice too. Why is it so hard to decide?”

You fall into silence, into deep thought, and Aventurine simply waits for your next move. He’s like a living mannequin but he doesn’t complain, afraid that he’ll break your focus if he speaks at this moment.

“What do you think?” Finally, you looked at him. He doesn’t answer immediately, but instead, he smiles and tucks a few strands of hair behind your ear.

“Have you eaten already?” He’ll ask, caressing the of your cheek so sweetly, so gently. A lull of a touch and you can’t help but to lean against his hand to seek more of his kindness. You’ll answer him with a hesitant tone, “I wasn’t asking that though…” He could immediately tell the answer with just the tone of your voice and the way you avert your gaze away from him.

“How about we go out and eat first? I have a reservation for the both of us at the restaurant down the street. They serve your favorites.”

He just likes watching you as you work; eyebrows scrunched, eyes focused, and gaze unwavering as you concentrate on what you’re doing. Occasionally, he’ll watch over your shoulder as you sketch a new design. If you have long hair, he’ll tie it back for you so that you won’t be bothered by your strands obstructing your sight. Sometimes, he’ll massage your shoulders as he kisses the crown of your head. However, when it’s already late at night, he’ll ask you to go to bed with him already while peppering your face with kisses until you’ll let go of your pencil and give in to his words.

Aw, you can’t afford to buy the fabric? You don’t have enough money to buy the pattern that you like? Everything is too expensive? Fortunately for you, this man is willing to spend millions—or even trillions—of credits just to get you what you want and need. You just have to ask and he’ll provide without hesitation. You’re worried about how you’ll repay him? Just a kiss will do.  A fair and perfect price for it all, right?

While Aventurine brings you to casinos with him, you also bring him to watch fashion shows with you—majority of the whole show, however, he would just be watching you and adoring the way your eyes sparkle and your expression brightens. You’ll ask him how the show was and which one he likes best and he doesn’t know how to answer your question, only thinking of how you looked so lovely at the moment.

PHOTOS OF HIS OUTFITS OF THE DAY!! He’ll randomly send you pictures of him standing in front of a mirror in just a simple pose as he shows you what he’s wearing to work. He likes it whenever you compliment him—tell him he looks good, that he looks amazing in the suit you’ve made, that he looks so handsome and you wish to kiss him. (i’m an avid believer of aventurine having words of affirmation as one of his love languages)

It’s undeniable that he looks good in everything that he wears, much more if it's made by your hands. He wears the clothes you tailored for him or the outfits you have planned for him, seemingly showing them off in a rather subtle yet loud way. He’ll occasionally adjust the cuffs of his wrist, fix his tie even though it’s not even messy, or anything that would grab the attention of the person he’s talking to so that they’ll bring it up in a conversation; “Stop adjusting your coat, Aventurine. I know (Name) designed it for you.” A certain silver-haired girl would say and the man adorned with your work would only answer with: “Aren’t they so talented?”

MATCHING CLOTHING (hello?! i know i already mentioned the matching things in my previous work BUT MATCHING CLOTHING WITH HIM!!), especially ones that you’ve designed and tailored for the both of you. Whenever the both of you are going out for a date, he’ll ask what color you’re going for today or what you’re wearing so that he can match you. Be surprised or not, but the bouquet of flowers he bought for you would also match the palette of your clothes.

The first time you proposed the idea of him wearing a dress, he was baffled and somewhat confused. One minute, you were talking about the design of a suit and asking for his opinion on the matter and the next, you’re asking him what he thinks of dresses. Before he knew it, he was with you, choosing among the many collections of dresses that you have garnered in either your closet or boutique. How could he say ‘no’ to you, eyes wide with expectation and gleaming like the surface of a jewel, how could he ever say ‘no’?

Everything was just so simple with you—a form of escape, a way of running away from the thoughts that binds him. Every moment that he spends with you eases him of the worries, of the stress, of the chains that holds him as if he was a flightless bird born in a cage (you were simply his solace). In your presence, he’ll find tranquility inked into the softness of your skin and he’ll murmur his wishes along the lines of your soul; he wishes everything was this warm and easy.

© azullumi — do not plagiarize, copy, repost, nor translate any of my works

[lovings4turn]

hey can u do alex albon sending u selfies while ur apart

i love this prompt for alex omgosh !!! thanks sm for sending it in lovely — tried somethin a little different n i’m not sure how i feel about it but i hope you like it !!!

taking off now baby!

wish u were here to talk my ear off while im trying to sleep:/

y/n 🥰

alexander albon that better not be my sleeping mask…

albono ❣️

in my defence i needed it more

plane bad sleep hard:(

y/n 🥰

YOU’RE LITERALLY ON A JET RN ???

albono ❣️

point still stands

y/n 🥰

…

ur so lucky ur cute

imy already babe have a safe flight ☹️🫶

albono ❣️

what six hours of good sleep does to a man

ready to cook in australia😮‍💨

y/n 🥰

you’re gonna do great babe

i’ll be cheering you on from the living room !!!

try to smuggle a quokka back in ur suitcase for me 🥰

albono ❣️

i’ve been staring at the floor for the past thirty minutes

this is what the bugs down there are seeing

y/n 🥰

aren’t you supposed to be in media???

albono ❣️

i have five minutes

and i need my dose of you before i go out there

apparently it makes me smilier

y/n 🥰

oh boooo cheesy🍅🍅🍅

(kidding i’m blushing 🤭🤭)

albono ❣️

don’t be fooled by the smile masking the sheer terror in my eyes i couldn’t let him get suspicious

i think george forgot he isn’t in an f1 car rn and is just driving us back to the hotel

y/n 🥰

five second penalty for driver 63 incoming 😔

least you look cute 🫶 fear looks good on you

albono ❣️

…

thanks?🤨

y/n 🥰

tell george i want my boyfriend to remain in one piece please

flying back will be a lot harder for you if not and i can’t deal w not seeing you for even longer:(

albono ❣️

“only because y/n asked nicely” — george

y/n 🥰

i always knew i was the better half <3

[erineverly]

“well, this song has been a long time coming. it took awhile— since i’ve been a kid in high school actually. but i never decided to dig it back up and perfect it until something, someone came to help complete it.” he rambles vaguely to the crowd, about to pour all of his feelings out so openly like this has him feeling nervousness turning and twisting in his gut. “happy birthday, erin.” the singer speaks through the microphone to the stadium where hundreds of people watch with intrigue, long fingers beginning their slow trail along the keys of his piano that begin to fill the stadium with a sad, stormy chime…one key at a time until the tune picks up. but one that also signals there can be a light at the end of a rainy day. if she would just be willing to work on it with him. after all, it’s based off her and her month of november. / the first birthday ask! set after 1990? verse: (??) but imagine she is backstage somehow getting to listen or something like that. maybe they’re getting along enough for her to come over this day or 👀 idk up to you how it works dkskks.

standing  in  the  wings,  her  pale  blue  eyes  alight  with  curiosity,  her  smile  subtle  albeit  warm,  dark  ringlets  cascading  down  her  back,  𝑒.𝑟𝑖𝑛  feels  a  combination  of  anxiety  and  anticipation  stir  deep  within  her  soul  when  𝒂.𝒙𝒍  begins  to  speak.  she  absently  laces  her  fingers  together,  pressing  her  bare  shoulder  against  a  stack  of  drum  cases  twice  her  size  and  shifting  her  weight  so  that  she  can  lean  against  it.  to  say  that  his  monologue  has  managed  to  catch  her  by  surprise  would  be  an  understatement.  they  reconciled  only  a  few  months  ago  and  have  been  friends  ever  since,  trying  to  extinguish  those  old  feelings  that  sometimes  threaten  to  take  over  their  hearts.  the  ticket,  that  of  course  came  with  a  backstage  pass,  to  the  los  angeles  show  was  more  than  enough  for  a  birthday  gift.  never  in  her  wildest  dreams  did  she  imagine  that  he’d  give  this  very  sentimental  speech  and  dedicate  the  most  beautiful  of  his  songs  to  her.  his  words,  deep  voice  amplified  by  the  microphone,  resonates  through  her  entire  body  before  ever  reentering  through  her  ears,  sending  ripples  of  electricity  skittering  down  her  spine.  as  his  fingers  begin  to  skim  over  the  piano  keys,  she  finds  it  impossible  to  move  or  take  her  eyes  off  of  him,  even  as  they  begin  to  fill  with  tears.  the  sky  above  is  now  darkening  into  bleakness,  clouds  gathering.  the  air  is  heavy  and  warm,  but  the  night  is  fragrant  with  the  promise  of  rain.  even  the  sky  is  getting  emotional,  she  thinks  to  herself  but  can’t  really  blame  mother  nature  for  feeling  this  way,  discreetly�� wiping  at  her  cheeks.  she  wonders  if  he  can  see  her  with  all  the  lights  focused  directly  on  him,  probably  not,  but  blows  him  a  kiss  regardless.  maybe  they  still  can  find  a  way…

[livingslime]

OMGOSH HAIII (/≧w≦＼)*!! RAHH I'm totes in love w/ Dr. Anselm AND in love with this game in general! 🤭💙 You have our full support---I hope this game grows big! Being part of the early game part of the community is honestly very exciting! I wish the best!! :3 🎀

NOW! Questions! o(^o^)o

How would Anselm react to an ambiverted MC? As an ambivert myself, ik that I can switch the way I act around people pretty quickly when it comes to a social battery! ^^;

What would it be like if the MC had a lil comfort plush with them? :0 👉🏾🧸

Would Dr. Anselm be interested in anime at all? (゜ロ゜; To add on, what is his preference of music? 🔥🎶

AAA sorry if this is a lot of questions! 😔 I'M JUST SO INVESTED AND CRAZY FOR THIS MAN YAYAY ♪ (#^w°)v I hope you have an amazing day, pookie!! 🎀🎀🫂

OOMMHEEE HAIHAI PIPPA POKKIE!!!

I truly cherish everyone's support so much , it means the entire world to me (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞ ♡♡ and it wont ever change no matter how many time I say it!! I really hope we can create a fun community where we can ogle and laugh together hehe.. ミヽ（。＞＜）ノ

He’d naturally match their energy, always knowing when to be quietly supportive or playful, depending on how they feel. He wouldn’t just tolerate their energy shifts—he’d find them endearing, loving every side of the MC. When they seem more drained or quiet, he’d see it as an opportunity to give them extra love, like wrapping them up in a cozy burrito of affection! To him, those moments make the MC even more special, and he'd cherish every bit of who they are, especially their burrito moments ଘ(✿˵•́ ᴗ •̀˵)

He’d find it absolutely heartwarming, especially since he had his own comfort plush in the past. Plushies that look like bunnies would make him smile and reminisce about his own, bringing back fond memories. He’d definitely find the MC’s plush adorable and feel an extra sense of connection over that shared experience (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞ ♡♡

Oh, absolutely! He would definitely binge-watch anime with the MC. If there’s a yandere character, you’d catch him giving a quiet nod of approval, LOL. But his real favorites are the ones that involve cooking! Watching all the delicious food would make him want to recreate those dishes for the MC. Besides anime, he’s also a huge fan of cooking shows in general! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

Anselm enjoys classical music with slow, calming tones. I'm planning to create two playlists soon—one that reminds him of the MC, and another that he can listen to during his operating hours!

No need to be sorry! I'm always happy to answer all your question to the best of my abilities ♡(◕ᗜ◕✿) . And thank you for loving Anselm !! You take care pookie!! ★~(◠‿◕✿)

[lucygraysboy]

“right,” the cowboy sighs, resigned. she seems to have an answer for all of his questions, but they fail to calm his thundering heart as he begins to understand the gravity of the situation they’ve found themselves in. still, it doesn’t stop him from trying to humor the doe-eyed girl by asking, “do you have much experience doin’ this? i mean, hidin’ boys in this closet? do they usually make it ’til mornin’?” he stifles a laugh, but hopes to coax at least a snort out of the other. 

“and what if he doesn’t leave? what if he stays for a week or a month?” babbling, his body sizzling. there’s adrenaline coursing through his veins, keeping him awake, his mind racing, trying to prepare plans a, b and c for every possible scenario. lucy gray might be in the same room, but she’s no longer snuggled up to him, the warmth of her body too far away to have any calming effect on him. “alright, okay, yeah… you do that. night, lucy gray. night, honey and daisy and junior and buttercup. and horses and chickens and shamus.” it’s only after he’s said goodnight to literally every living, breathing being within the twenty-mile radius that silence finally falls over the room. unfortunately, it doesn’t last long. billy refuses to lie down and close his eyes, and can’t help but question, “are you — are you even tired now? lucy gray?”

“i don’t know— you can’t be sure how reasonable or not reasonable he will be.” she has a good feeling he’d go off the rails, though. judgin’ how she knows exactly how he gets. “so let’s just try to avoid it all together, alright? don’t come outta the closet until i open the door in the mornin’. everything will be fine long as you stay hidden.” lucy gray tries to tell him, laying back down in her bed and pulling the quilt up. “i’ll…do that if i really had to. but like i said, let’s avoid it completely.” would she really say that? definitely not. but she’ll let him think it just to make him feel content.

and she’s got this gun under her pillow, maybe she’d just turn it against her own dad if she had to, to keep this boy who has been nothing but nice to her safe. he even didn’t want her making his bed, which shows how even more kind he is. he keeps provin’ time to time again he’s what a true gentleman should be. “he’s always gone in the mornings, so you can come out and we’ll start the day until he comes back again. but for now, we’re gonna sleep and dream with buttercup and honey.” she urges him with a smile, hugging honey to her chest and resting her cheek against her pillow. “goodnight, billy.” lastly saying before she’ll close her eyes and wait until she returns back to sleep.

[joshybearhuggies]

Omgosh, it’s only been a million years since I’ve been on here! Honestly I 100% forgot this account existed until yesterday when a fellow collector, doll crocheter and general good vibe tagged me in their w.I.p. of my first crochet tutorial. I’m so happy they did because I might have a task for this lil account.

See, I like to ramble about my dollies and latest projects but I usually refrain because I get this weird vibe that there just isn’t a space for it. Instagram (where I’m at mostly) is already loud with reels and music… Flikr (my all time favorite photo sharing platform) seems a little too quiet. Like I’m yelling into a void. So….. perhaps Tumblr could be different. Or at the very least a place I can come and spill all my thoughts about the things I love.

here we go….

What have I been up to?… suuuuch a loaded question 😂 I don’t think I can really answer in a way where it isn’t confusing.

Uuuummmm…. Well, I’ve been crocheting! Just yesterday I was gifted yarn and a big box of scrap booking supplies by a co-worker. In all of this was this indescribable fuzzy yarn… first gander I took made me both excited and scared 😅…. But I whipped up the first row of stitches and thought, this could be the best lil doll rug ever, so that’s what I made!

Dead simple rectangular swatch, worked up with a half Double Crochet and a heck of allot gumption….. you can NOT see your stitches. Bless.. I enjoyed myself…. I think 😂😅

I’ve also Got myself a Dollfie Dream Karin! A doll I’ve wanted for years but never got because I was convinced I wasn’t the vinyl doll collector 😩…. Oh the lies we tell ourselves.

I’ve named her ✨Kanami✨ 🥰 and she’s the sweetest lil thing! I adore her big green eyes and I like having her around. She makes me feel good.

….. I have to find a way to end this post so I guess I’ll say one last bit about the doll I have incoming this month…. A massive…. Child sized… Dollmore Trinity! The Dark Jude! Oooooh I can NOT wait! I’ll update when she arrives but here’s some stock photo goodness of this goddess, bye doll people 😇❤️❤️❤️❤️