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yoshipupz · 5 months ago

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A bunch of doodles i made on roblox

oi oi oi... bakkaa!

⬇ btw I'm gonna rant about charpim bc i love them (i will explain why)

i love charpim so soooomuch its sooo awesome seeing two people in loooveee with eachootherrr i loveeecharpim they have so much chemistry and i love it -

and i love how they love each other so much and they're already so gay that even if they randomly decided to start dating their relationship would not change at all like literally they would stay the same - except maybe hold hands and kiss more often. they already act like they cuddle with eachotehr at night idk IM SO THANKFUL THEY EXIST and the fact they've known each other over 7 years is so omg!

they KNOW each other - ALSO has anybody else noticed how Charlie and Pim's relationship progresses really well in season 2 like omg they're so close and so learning about eachotehr and Charlie kissed Pim which is a big deal (at least to me) bc Pim kisses everyone but Charlie kisses NOBODY! and he kissed PIM!

sorry. ik the kiss probably means nothing its more than likely just for comedic/shock value (or maybe even fan service) but i really love Charlie and Pim's relationship, even seeing them just as friends makes me happy, i just think they fit eachother so well like perfectly built puzzle pieces. Pim fills in for the things that Charlie isn't good at and Charlie fills in for the things that Pim isnt good at, i lovr them so much they complete eachotehr oh i love seeing people care about eachother its just so awesome!

and has anybody else noticed how Pim and Charlie have had negative interactions with most other characters, but Pim and Charlie seem to have less negative interactions with eachother? often finding peace in one another? its like the world is out to get them but they still stick together even when theyre mad at each other because they care and they really do just love eachother weither thats in a romantic or platonic way it doesn't matter- they just love eachotehr GOSH. they're so amazing PLEASE tell me someone agrees-

i know i might be over-analyzing them too much but cmon, you cant deny that they have something special. again, weither that ends up being platonic or romantic, it doesnt matter, they clearly love eachotehr AAAAAAAAAH! GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH PULLS MY HAIRS OUT AAAAAGHHHHRHRHRHRHR. AAAAAH. im hearing out my eyes and seeing through my ears they are making me insane. /vpos

i love them

#art #fanart #smiling friends #charlie dompler #charlie x pim #charpim #pim x charlie #pim pimling #roblox art #roblox

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cosmicflw3rr · 8 months ago

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can you write something where r comforts dom when he loses a big title match? 💘

did your best.

dominik mysterio x fem! reader

summary: after dominik loses the north american championship you’re there to help pick up the pieces.

A/N: thank you too @rheas-ripley and some others my request are stacked!! tysm🫶🫶 so I am trying to get to all of them! but I’m in Columbia rn w no service, I only get service at the air bnb, and I’m here for a week so yea! but I am trying!

you were on the edge of your seat, watching dominik's title match. anxiously biting at your nails, your foot jittering up and down anxiously.

your gaze was locked on the monitor as dragon lee executed his finisher, you flinched at the hard impact. your hands instinctively moved to cover your mouth.

and as the ref began to count, time felt like it was dragging, each second stretched out. it was like it was all in slow motion.

you were hoping for dom to escape the pim, understanding that holding the championship meant the world to him. that this was his chance to show he's not just some character they fans boo at.

he wanted to silence the everyone, to prove he's earned his spot, and to show just how far he's come since turning on his dad.

you clasped both your hands in front of your lips. muttering a quick prayer under your breath, "come on, dom, kick out," urging him on silently.

ding! ding! ding!

your jaw dropped, watching as dragon lee celebrated. rushing over to embrace dominik's dad, rey mysterio, who was seated at ringside.

you felt a bitter taste creeping up inside you.

your mind racing, you watched the crowd cheer for dragon lee. all praising him. the camera panned to dominik, rolling out disappointed but scowling at lee and the fans.

you stood backstage waiting for him in the gorilla. dominik pushed past the curtain moments later, looking exhausted. a few of the crew gave him words of encouragement, he acknowledged them before moving to you. he gave you a small kiss on the cheek

he wiped his face with a towel, breathing heavily. his body was drenched in sweat from the intense match.

when he saw you, his expression softened. but you could tell he was upset. "I'm gonna go shower." he muttered into your ear before giving you another quick kiss and walking away.

you knew that dominik was putting on a brave face, he wanted to show everyone that he wasn't going to let losing the championship affect him. but you could tell that he was frustrated and upset.

your eyes followed dominik as he went towards the showers, and you felt your heart break at just how upset he looked. he was putting on a brave face for everyone else.

even though dominik was young, he constantly strived to meet the expectations placed on him. the expectations that came with being a wwe legends son. he didn't want to look weak in front of everyone.

but at the end of the day when you’d both leave and go home, you knew the truth. you knew how much the loss affected him. how much it hurt to lose the championship that meant so much to him.

and you hated that he was acting like he wasn't affected by it. that he couldn't even let his feelings out to the one person he trusted the most.

you sighed running your hand through your hair frustrated.

——-

you were talking with roxanne when your phone buzzed in your pocket. you excused yourself as you checked it seeing a message from dom.

you checked your phone, seeing you had a text from dom. "I'm ready to go back to the hotel, I have your stuff just meet me in the parking lot when your done."

you sent him a quick text back, letting him know that you'd be there soon.

and finally, you told roxanne that you had to head out. she didn't ask too many questions, just giving you a quick smile before nodding.

you began the walk to the parking lot. you checked your phone again as you walked, seeing that dom had replied, letting you know he'd be waiting at his car.

once you reached the parking lot, you began looking for where you two had parked the car earlier. as soon as you spotted it, you began to walk towards it.

you quickly approached dom's car, seeing him leaning against it. his arms folded, and his gaze directed at the floor. he looked pretty exhausted, and you felt a small pang of empathy for him.

you couldn't help but frown as you got closer, wanting to help him feel better in any way you could.

"hey..." you said softly.

dom's head snapped up, turning to look at you. he was silent for a moment, before finally speaking. "hey.”

he tried to put on a smile, but it was clear from the look in his eyes that he was still upset. "you ready to go?"

"yea i am." you said, he opened the passenger door for you before passing over to the drivers side

as you settled yourself in the passenger seat, he quickly got in the driver's side and started the car. for a few moments, neither of you spoke. he was clearly lost in his own thoughts.

you were also quiet, just watching him driving. finally, you decided to break the silence. "are you okay”

"yeah, I'm fine.” he muttered, his voice coming out quiet and hoarse. he didn't seem convinced when he said it. he kept his eyes on the road, his gaze straight ahead.

there was a heavy silence in the car, as if all air had been sucked out of the car. you tried to think of something to say, to break the heavy tension. but your mind was completely blank.

dom was still staring straight ahead, not seeming to want to look at you at all. it was clear that he was trying to hold back his feelings.

he pulled up outside of the hotel, turning off the engine and unbuckling his seatbelt. he looked over at you, finally looking at you once again. his expression was still stoic, but there was a hint of sadness in his eyes.

he climbed out of the car, walking over to your side and opening the door for you.

you got out the car, waiting for him as he grabbed both of your bags out the trunk. you both went over to the hotel entrance, and he opened the door for you once more before following after.

once inside, the lobby was mostly empty besides a few hotel workers busy behind the front desk. however, you could faintly hear music and laughter coming from one of the rooms.

dom led you over to the elevator, pressing the button before leaning against the wall. he looked he looked exhausted, keeping silent.

he let out a long breath, his eyes still directed at the floor. he seemed like he was completely lost in his own thoughts and didn't want to speak about it.

as the elevator doors doors opened to reveal the hallway of your floor, you both made your way down to your room. he fished out his keycard from his wallet to unlock the door. you both walked in grabbing your bag he'd left by the door.

the room was quiet and clean, much like a hotel room should be. dom closed the door behind him, and you could hear the lock clicking loudly before the room fell silent once again.

dom sat down on the edge of the mattress, seemingly exhausted as he begun to take his shoes off.

you laid your suitcase on the bed, going to your knees to look for pijamas. you looked behind you seeing dom, your heart tightened as you stood up. you walked over to him sitting down next to him, you rested your head on his shoulder taking his hand in yours.

"babe talk to me."

he turned to look at you, his gaze still downcast. he gave you a small, tired smile, seeming almost relieved that you were there.

"i'm fine. everythings alright.” he muttered, giving your hand a quick squeeze.

you looked up at him, "but you're not fine."

he stayed silent, not moving an inch. he was clearly still trying to hide his feelings, putting on a brave face.

"i'm fine.” he repeated again, sounding slightly more convincing this time. the tension was palpable.

"dom please." you pleaded softly, you just wanted to be there for him. you just wanted him to let you be there for him.

you could see the strain of trying to stay strong slowly starting to crack. he let out a heavy sigh, his gaze going back to the floor. he stayed quiet for a moment, before finally speaking again.

"it just sucks-" he muttered, his voice coming out hoarse. not being the champion anymore seemed to be weighing on him.

"it feels like i've failed. I failed you; I failed the fans; I failed everybody." he muttered, a mixture of exhaustion and sadness in his voice.

"oh, baby, you didn't fail me; you did the best you could."

"and the best i could do wasn't enough." he replied, still keeping his gaze cast to the ground. he was clearly frustrated and upset, disappointed with himself.

his free hand moved restlessly, and you saw that he was tightly kneading the fabric of his pants.

you begin to trace patterns on his hand, looking down at your intertwined hand. "dom listen to me, you gave it everything. I'm proud of how hard you fought. this isn't the end. you'll get through this-we'll get through this. together."

he stayed silent for a moment, his gaze going up to meet yours. his expression softened, and you could tell he was trying his best to believe your words.

he swallowed, and his hands relaxed a little bit, though you still saw some tension there. "I don't know, y/n/n, I just- I just feel so defeated right now.”

your eyebrows furrowed, your heart hurt seeing him hurt. you gently turned his head so he'd look at you. "dom." you said softly, searching in his eyes, you wanted to say something instead you just wrapped your arms around his neck. pulling him into a hug.

he leaned into the hug, finally burying his face in your shoulder and letting out a heavy breath. he held on to you tightly.

he was lost in his own thoughts, the weight of having failed again weighing him down. it was clear that, although he was trying to stay strong and move on, he needed some comfort right now.

"I don't know any way to convince you that you deserve everything you've gotten and so much more." you mumbled into his shoulder, "dom you're gonna get so much more title opportunities, I just know you will."

he stayed silent for a moment, his head staying buried into your shoulder as he took in your words. he was still trying to process the loss, trying to convince himself he would have other chances.

finally, he spoke. “I'm just scared. that this is the start of the end, y'know?"

"this isn't." you reassured, "you’re so young, and your career is just starting. you have so much more to do."

he stayed silent again, but you could see him slowly believing what you were saying. he was still disappointed with having failed to keep the championship, but he was coming around to the thought that he would have more opportunities.

he looked up at you, and his expression softened a bit. "I appreciate you being here for me, amor..." he said quietly.

"you dont have to thank me, ill always be there for you."

he smiled softly, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek. "I know you will... and I love you." he said quietly, his hand moving to hold yours.

“I love you too," you told him. his fingers laced with yours, his gaze now fully on you.

he smiled softly, and for the first time since his match, he looked genuinely happy. as if all the worries had momentarily washed away, and he was now in the present with you.

your eyes moved to the stray hair that had fallen on his forehead, you moved it away gently. “you ready for bed?” you asked your gaze going back onto his eyes.

he gave a small chuckle, and looked back at the bed. he nodded, seeming relieved that the mood had shifted. "yeah.” he said, letting go of your hand. “I'm beat."

you stood up tying your hair up. “same, but I’m gonna go shower first.”

he gave you a small wink, moving over to you, letting his hand trail down your side. he leaned down, whispering into your ear. “I know a way to save water.”

you rolled your eyes, “no dom.” you said playfully.

he chuckled, a slight grin spread across his face. "pleaseeeee?" he whined, making it sound like a child asking for candy. he tried to give you his best puppy dog face, his eyes looking at you hopefully, the two of you making eye contact.

after a moment you caved, “fine.” you said, “hurry up.” you laughed out running away from him into the bathroom.

he let out a small laugh at your reluctant agreement, chasing you into the bathroom.

#dominik mysterio #dominik mysterio imagine #dominik mysterio x reader #fanfic #the judgement day #the judgment day x reader #wwe #wwe fanfiction #wwe imagines #aew #aew x reader #dom dom #nxt #nxt x reader #wwe fic #wwe imagine #raw

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planet-hwa · 6 days ago

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↶*ೃ✧ our bittersweet tragedy ࿐ྂ

the teaser...

a part of the heartbeat of a genre series ♡

summary growing up as the preacher’s daughter came with a list of rules that were not to be broken. the main rule: no dating. especially not someone like the town bikers leader’s son, jongho. he practically had the word dangerous written all over him. but if he was such a warning sign… why were you so drawn towards him?

pairing jongho x reader word count 1k (for the teaser/chapter 1) trope forbidden love

warnings mentions of day drinking, mentions of criminal activities

: ̗̀ ♪ i can’t fall in love with you no matter how bad that i want to now playing bittersuite by billie eilish

in queue ✧ daylight by david kushner ✧ let the world burn by chris grey ✧ neon lights by pim stones ✧ the enemy by andrew belle ✧ the heart wants what it wants by selena gomez

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ welcome page ⭒ masterlist ⭒ jongho masterlist ⭒ requests

The large wooden doors creaked open, letting in the warmth of the spring air. The midday sunlight casting a golden light through the church and reflecting off the wooden floor boards. Families made their way outside as the Sunday service came to an end, shaking hands with the preacher, your father, as they travelled back to their homes. You stood next to your father as he said goodbyes to the regular attendees, your mother on the opposite side of the entrance talking to your grandparents about nothing of interest to you. Today’s sermon went longer than expected, not for any particular reason, mainly because your father loves to talk and doesn’t know when to stop. You were definitely ready to go home and enter the peace and quiet of your bedroom, your personal hiding spot away from all the worries of the world. Although the church was never louder than the sound of a whisper, it could never replicate the true tranquillity of your solitude.The quiet breeze of spring winds and the tunes of singing birds was the white noise behind the conversations of the small crowd who still lingered around the church. It truly was a peaceful environment to be in. The hiss of the wind quickly turned to the sound of revving engines moving closer.

Suddenly, the open roads outside the church roared with motorbikes, all speeding past most likely towards the local bar for an early start to day drinking. After all, it was one of their favourite group activities.

The Outlaws.

The town's biker gang who believed they ran the world. Maybe they did. Everyone in the town either feared them or really feared them. There were few people who the gang truly respected.

You watched intently as members passed by in a hurry, until a small group of them slowed down to a stop in front of the church. It was the leader of the outlaws, Minjun, and a few of his right hand men. Oh yeah, and not to forget his godly handsome son, Jongho. Although he was on the younger end of the gang, he was one of the strongest members who could end any fight in seconds and leave it unscathed.

Minjun removed his helmet and placed it on the seat of his now switched off bike, the rest of the group following his actions but remained seated on their bikes. Your eyes fell upon Jongho as he removed his helmet, he ran his hands through his dark locks to remove any visible disarray of helmet hair. His boba brown eyes gazed over at you, making you shift in posture and subtly adjust the sleeves on your soft pink cardigan. Bundles of nerves begin to grow in your stomach as you avoid his eye contact. His stare was piercing, and the small smirk on his lips let you know that he could see the effect he had on you. Jongho dismounted his bike and accompanied his father, still holding his intense gaze on you.

“Sorry we couldn’t make it to prayer today, Father,” Minjun strode up the stairs with immense confidence. “Had a lot of important business to attend to, you understand?”

“Of course, Minjun.” The pastor responded, lending a hand to shake. “You know you’re always welcome here at any time.”

Your father was one of the few members of society that the outlaws respected, and the only person whose opinion about them seemed to matter. You never understood why your father’s opinion was important, especially since they didn’t seem to spend time caring about the rest of the community who feared them. Maybe it was because he was the preacher, or maybe it was because Minjun and your father were friends in high school. You would never suspect that a biker with multiple criminal charges would be friends with the leader of the countryside church. Perhaps they were more similar in their youth.

As your father and the outlaws leader discussed unimportant events that held none of your interest, something else attracted it. Your eyes were caught, yet again, by Jongho. The way he stood behind his father, not appearing challenging to him but still holding a certain stance of confidence. His club vest hung off his broad shoulders and over a worn out black hoodie, the back having the outlaws logo which was deep purple and black in colour, his custom name stitched underneath. Compared to the rest of him, his face was soft. His features were gentle and his lips always had a slight pout on them. Brown strands dangle over his forehead just passing his eyebrows, covering up his coffee coloured eyes. His eyes always held such intense emotions where it was hard to truly know what he was thinking. You weren’t aware of how concentrated you were on examining his features that you didn’t hear the constant call of your name.

“Y/N! Are you going deaf, dear?” Your father chuckled as your attention was drawn away from the handsome man.

“Sorry, what were you saying?” You asked, a light tinge of red covering your flustered cheeks. You knew Jongho caught you staring, he always does. Maybe because, in a way, he was always staring at you too.

“Minjun was asking about your bible study group.”

“Oh yes,” You cleared your throat in hopes to cover up any awkwardness. “I run the church bible study after school a couple of days a week to help the students.”

“Maybe I should sign Jongho up for one of your classes.” Minjun mentioned, a scoff came out from behind him.

“Like hell I’d go to that.” Jongho moved back to his bike, grabbing his helmet and placing it atop his head, his face now covered by the visor. His engine revved thunderously and he sped off down the road, following the trail the past members left into the town. The rest of the gang was soon to follow but waiting for Minjun’s lead, who was saying his goodbyes and well wishes. The church was soon back to its more quiet environment, the sound of engines now fading into the distance.

author's note hello lovelies !! this is the teaser for one of the stories of my the heartbeat of a genre series. if you would like to be added to the tag list for the full story, either comment or repost ♡

#ateez #ateez x reader #ateez fanfic #ateez imagines #choi jongho #jongho x reader #jongho imagines #jongho fanfic

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iconicvictorydance · 7 months ago

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One thing I find interesting about Charlie is that he's working at smiling friends in the first place. We get a pretty good idea on why Pim joined just from the scene with his family and him being a caring guy, but why is Charlie working there? He probably isn't just doing it for money (the job probably doesn't pay much above minimum wage anyways) so why?

Is it similar to Pim, messed up home life made him want to reach out and help people? Does he recognize his own destructive habits, giving him insight on helping people in similar situations? Does he have some deep seated guilt and he's trying to redeem himself by helping people? Does he do it for a sense of superiority? Does he do it to have a purpose in his life? Was it originally a community service thing and he just decided to stick around? Does he get health benefits?

#there's probably multiple different reasonings #smiling friends #charlie dompler

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altiusnxttechnologies · 4 months ago

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universallydestinytaco · 7 months ago

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Y’all voted and I listened.

So I guess it’s settled, I’m taking Charpim requests that AREN’T sloppily rushed (I lied) until Monday because I have a fanfic and illustrations to work on (plus IRL kicks my ass) on but don’t worry your pretty little heads because I will open requests back up very soon.

But first, Rules:

Absolutely NO smut or NSFW I’m too chicken to draw that stuff, also no f**ish shit, what is this DA?

Don’t make me draw Mip or James I hate them so much auuugh

If it’s Maid!Charlie then Pim has to wear a maid dress too.

Sorry if I don’t receive every ask, I know from experience because Tumblr has eaten many asks of mine in the past.

No shirt, no shoes, no service.

No elbows at the dinner table, and for Pete’s sake don’t talk with your mouth full!

I before E except after C…with too many exceptions to list.

#smiling friends #charpim #pim pimling #charlie dompler #smiling friends pim #smiling friends charlie #adult swim #the doofus speaketh

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kindheart525 · 4 months ago

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Who are Kip's coworkers at Smiling Friends?

Thank you so much for asking! I’ve been wanting to delve into the next generation of Smiling Friends! You know about Kip Pimling and Boss Pim, the whimsical and optimistic father-daughter duo of the company, but here are the others:

Gwendolyn Schmendolyn (née Pik) is the only other field worker of the company aside from Kip. As the two who interact with clients the most, these ladies conduct all of their missions together much like Charlie and Pim famously did decades ago. Gwen is not so cynical but pragmatic in her outlook; she knows there’s a time and place to be playful, but something about her strict personality is really funny to the youngest clients and never fails to make them smile. She treats kids like adults in a good way, and Kip is strongest when she’s helping to heal the inner child in adult clients who need a little whimsy. They both have very different skillsets that are both essential to the job, allowing them to work with clients of a wide range of ages and maturity levels. They should be the perfect team.

If they weren’t each other’s sworn enemies.

Gwen is a firm believer in workplace fairness and believes Kip is breaching it by working under her father. She’ll accuse Kip of being a nepo baby for receiving a kiss on the head from Boss Pim, even though he does that to all his employees. Even when Pim gives Gwen certain opportunities over Kip, even though he treats the ladies equally, Gwen still has some snarky comment ready for Kip about her daddy’s girl privilege. Kip absolutely hates this. Not only that, but she’s jealous that Gwen is so good with kids. Kip loves kids! And would love to make them smile! But no, they all want Gwen. She has no idea why they want that stony husk of a woman. If she bothered to ask Gwen anything about her life, she’d learn that she has her own little ones at home and plans to have more.

Kip may also be a tiny bit jealous of Mr. Schmendolyn but let’s not unpack that

The bottom line is that Gwen and Kip make their clients smile at the cost of constantly making each other frown. Kip likes to think of herself as tolerant and forgiving but she’s clearly not around Gwen, instead regressing back to the more aggressive and petty tendencies she hates so much about herself. And Gwen, as much as she seems to be like this all the time, has a softer side that Kip doesn’t get to see outside of professional matters. They bring out the worst in each other as much as a part of them wishes the opposite.

Jerard “Jerry” Fremont helps make clients smile too, but not in the usual way. To keep up with the times, Smiling Friends has started offering virtual services, which is Jerry’s area of expertise. Despite his older age he is very technologically adept, having grown up during the earliest days of the internet and maintained a steady online presence through his whole life. From MySpace to the new MySmile chat rooms, Jerry has seen it all. Because of his computer skills, he’s also put in charge of most of the spreadsheets and other online paperwork. He’s also a go-to for a lot of IT problems, alongside his much younger coworker Bit who is also very tech savvy. Jerry is also incredibly kind, always making an effort to personally connect with colleagues and clients alike. During his lunch breaks you’ll often find him reminiscing on the good old days with Boss Pim or catching up on life with one of his coworkers. Both Kip and Gwen adore Jerry and really wish they could go on missions with him instead of each other, but the other thing about him is that he’s extremely, painfully shy. He’s tried going out on field missions, truly, but his anxiety was so debilitating that he couldn’t do his job at all. So, he stays in the office, leaving Kip and Gwen stuck with each other.

Bit Bidi is the social media manager and marketer of Smiling Friends, a full-time job in this extremely tech-driven world. Fresh out of school, Bit knows all the young people’s slang and keeps up with all the latest trends down to the very minute they come out, which makes him great at knowing what will sell. He’s constantly on the run working on everything from billboards to social media deals, usually all at the same time. His attention span is literally nonexistent but it works for the nature of his job. The brainrot is terminal and he speaks exclusively in meme references that make his coworkers go, “Bit what the fuck are you talking about.” However, he seems to really get what the people want, as just one seemingly utter nonsense meme posted by him on the Smiling Friends account brings in millions of dollars and lots of new client calls within seconds. Nobody knows how Bit does it, but his genius is unmatched in that way.

#KindsArt #dottieverse #kip pimling #gwendolyn schmendolyn #jerry fremont #bit bidi #smiling friends #smiling friends oc

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amoripomoea · 4 months ago

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re reading daahf and. erm. can i just say? the opening scene in which Charlie steps on the roses that pim put there for him? idk why— it’s so haunting. to be mourned is something no one witnesses, for all of this happens after death. but he came back, and SEEING people mourn you? there’s something so fucked up about it. idk, just pondering………………

HITTING YOU IN THE HEAD WITH HAMMERS AND BARKING

GIGIIIII STOP BEING NICE TO ME I CANT TAKE IT

the concept of charlie seeing the aftermath of his death (like how everyone handled it) is something i wanted to explore bc in the show we don't know how long he was dead for. i mean clearly long enough to have a funeral service organized and planned so there must've been something kinda like that, right??

i wanted charlie to be like. surprised and sad and like. all these feelings because YEAH WHAT YOU SAID he wasn't supposed to see all that ykwim?? i feel like it would be very surreal and if i were charlie id need a minute to like. process it all. hopefully it came across that way idk 🧍🏻‍♂️

ANNSHEBSUSV BUT THANK YOUUUUU 🥺💗💗 coming from the author of The Charpim Fic Ever this is the highest compliment that can ever be bestowed i am honored

#stop being nice to me about my fic i'll start to cry and scream /pos #i love comments and compliments like this though OUGH 🥺🫶🏻#i've gotten a handful of rlly nice compliments abt it recently and every time i get a comment/ask i get all emotional about it #like daahf is the first charpim fic i ever wrote. it's the first sf fic i ever wrote. normally my first work in a fandom isn't all that good #i've been feeling kinda self conscious about my writing recently too so this is very good timing 😭💗#ANYWAY thank you gigi i would kill and die for you #charpim #smiling friends #death and all his friends #amori asks

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zickmonkey · 8 months ago

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WIP of my The Warm Hands of Ghost fic

(This might be all of it on account of I lost the ability to write again so posting just in case- Spoilers, happens years after the book, proceed under the cut :))

Despite the things Penelope Shaw had done, the choices she'd made, Laura still named her first born daughter after her, six years after she had lost Pim. Her son, who came four years later, she'd named after her brother.

It was them, 15 year old Pim Jones and 11 year old Freddie Jones, that Laura thought of when the news of the war broke.

Or, more specifically, the word of Canada joining the war.

Freddie, thankfully, was way too young to join the effort. He still had a boyish face, his voice hadn't dropped, even if he tried to enlist they'd never let him.

Pim was closer to the right age, but still she was off. And in the last war nurses had to be at least 21, not the 18 of men, and had to be formally trained as a nurse.

Laura herself was free of the war too, when nurses couldn't be older than 39, and she was past that.

The only one left to worry over was her husband. Stephen. She thought there might be a chance he'd stay, now that he'd built so much at home.

He was the one who'd wanted children- the one who suggested they start trying. He prayed for a son throughout the entire pregnancy, and when Pim was born she became his entire world, even when she wasn't the son he'd wanted.

And then he got a son, one Laura took charge on naming, just as she had with Pim. She'd told him that he could name the next one, but the next one never came, and Stephen told her that two was all he'd ever need. That his family was perfect, that nothing mattered more.

He'd proved that just she was enough, when he showed up on her doorstep immediately after the war had ended. When he’d stayed, long after. Making the large move from America to Halifax for her, because he knew that even if he’d already moved to a different part of the province she’d never leave her brother.

She wondered what her brother and Winter thought of the news, but it fell second in her mind to the wonder of what her husband thought.

And the wonder of if her husband still thought he had a duty to do even after so much service already, and after so much left to do at home.

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