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ronearoundblindly · 11 months ago

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The Dignity of His Choice (abridged ending)

Speedy version of Reflections Part II & III (see previous or series) Steve Rogers x wife!Reader

Alright, this may not be conventional, but I'm crippled by guilt over this story. There are so many elements that hit brutally close to home based on a personal experience this past year (arguably this past decade but whatevs), and so I have sifted through 28 A4-sized pages, front-to back, and 17 smaller pages, front-to back (save one sheet), as well as a typed-up 7k, in hopes of grasping this magical redemption arc that exists in my mind and falls flat everywhere else. I'm sick of it. I'm sick of loving this story so much that nothing is good enough, and I'm sick of hoping to offer a conclusion that never f***ing comes. Welp, today you can know the conclusion--or the gist of it at least--because that is my Christmas gift to myself. I'm washing myself of the guilt. -> What follows is an extremely unedited and maybe slightly poetic summary of the finale. God, I hope you enjoy it, but really, I just want to feel like I *can* finish something. Sorry if that's dramatic; that's just...the situation of 2023.

Thank you in advance for your understanding, and I hope this serves up some sort of holiday cheer! (No real warnings because smut is reserved for the full-length version. This tale, as always, is 18+ due to very heavy themes.)

The thing is Steve doesn't regret his choice. How can he regret anything that ensured you were here, alive and happy, by his side? That's not an achievement he'll ever be ashamed of; there's no guarantee in the multiverse that he could have done better.

You spoke of being lucky. You felt guilt that of all the servicemen and women to lose their lives, yours came home in the end.

Steve doesn't see it that way. Yes, you and he are very, very lucky, but overall, Steve won.

In every war, there are battles. In battles, there are fights. In fights, there are shots taken, punches thrown. You don't need to land every punch to win a war. There are always losses.

Steve Rogers tends to win because he understands this.

He knows the value of strategy. He knows the value of hope. He especially knows the value of planning for the worst.

And so he's surprised--as he often is with you--that he hasn't lost more.

You accept the loss as well as the win. You endure more gracefully than he ever imagined possible during those long months alone and away.

His sacrifice may have played a factor in your safety, but in the end, it just came down to you. You fought for yourself. You battled for your beliefs. You warred for your convictions.

Steve can understand that. He admires it.

He plans to make this dreadful mess up to you, he hopes for the time to do so, but before he can strategize how, your bubble of isolation is burst by a knock at the door.

"Open up, Rogers. Please," Sam Wilson requests anxiously over F.R.I.D.A.Y.'s speaker.

He could simply mean you since you are a Rogers and neither of you have heard the okay that the world knows Steve's alive. Although, Steve still doesn't have a phone again, and you haven't exactly been checking yours during recent...activities... (Not to put too fine a point on it, but Bucky's little gifts aren't going to miraculously last eight days and nights.)

Steve stays in the corner of the kitchen, drying his hands from the dishes you two were washing together, while you answer the door.

It swings open in the direction that still hides Steve.

"Hey--" Steve hears the soft pause in Wilson's voice "--I think...I may be out of line here, but Stark ordered personnel to vacate the compound."

You cross your arms over your chest, nervous. "Do we need to leave? I--As in, you and I? Are we included in that?"

"No," Sam says flatly. "It's just...suspicious--look, can I come in?"

"Sam, wait!" You push to make a wall in the doorway, meaning Steve can no longer see you or what's happening while a silence, an extremely pregnant pause, stretches.

Afterward, there's a whisper.

"Is he here?"

Your reply is only a stutter of unfinished words, but that's enough. Sam's stepped past and halted a few feet inside before his scanning gaze lands on Steve.

Steve's not sure what he expects his friend to do. He's misjudging reactions left and right these days, so he can't presume that--

"Gym?" Sam ticks his arm, thumb pointing back out to the hall. "I'm going for a run."

He has to convince you and Steve that the whole place really has been cleared before Steve changes clothes.

The string-light and garland-lined corridors remind Steve that his apartment remains devoid of any festive touches. You two have been too distracted to realize it's the day before Christmas Eve, so the 'evacuation' will likely draw no attention from the average employee.

Stark is just adamant they have the holiday for family. That's all. The only people who live there are Avengers.

The smell of the rubber floor when they walk onto the track spikes nostalgia in the back of Steve's brain, and in his utter joy to be there again, he starts sprinting like old times.

His blood pumps and his lungs stretch, but it's too hard, too fast. His blood thunders in his ears and makes his head swim. His lungs burn fiercely and seize. He collapses, gasping through his weakest asthma attack yet, but it still happens.

Things are almost, almost the same. Things are still different.

Without taking the opportunity to gloat (too much), Sam uses his powers, skills he's had all along, to divine Steve's real fear:

Steve changed things, and he may have changed things so much that it's all ruined. He can't go back to being Cap because he showed his colors: he chose you over everything else. What if you can't go back to being his wife because of that same choice?

Sam helps Steve off the floor.

"You walked the same circle for a long time, buddy. Instead of getting off the track entirely, try one lane over. Baby steps."

Steve snorts. "Ya know, she said something similar."

"Yeah, well, some of us filled in the stoic charm while you were gone."

"Comes naturally to you, doesn't it?"

Wilson turns to walk backwards, flashing pearly whites. "The outfit is growing on me, and I think the press were just about to stop calling me Black Cap." He playfully punches Steve's shoulder. "We'll see how far this sets me back, huh?"

After realizing he has to take it easy, Steve enjoys a long, mostly quiet run beside his friend, never once passing him. Though Steve asks about returning tomorrow, Sam has to decline. Christmas Eve is for Sarah and her boys, and Sam's sister will raise hell if crossed.

Just before leaving the gym, Sam hugs Steve, the length and intensity of the embrace telling Steve all he needs to know. Sam--like everyone else who knows so far--is happier than he is hurt, and that stifles Steve in a torrent of humility.

He doesn't deserve the strength of this family built around him, but he is grateful.

Steve also doesn't expect to find Natasha and Bucky in his apartment when he returns. He was hoping to put up some decorations with you, bring a touch of joyous spirit to that place you've been emotionally entombed for months, but he outright frowns when seeing the box they brought.

Between you and Nat sits the bin of intel the Keepers gathered on you and left behind at a raided facility. You're pouring over the dirty details of horrible intrusion to your private life, both you and Steve's, and he can't help but watch your face closely.

You do look horrified. You look furious for minutes on end, file after file, until you finally ask, "who's had stuff like this on you guys?"

That's the thing. That's the part eating away at Steve's shame. It's why he can't be beyond a superficial level of sorry for what he's done.

"The Red Room," Nat replies softly.

Buck shrugs. "Hydra...among others."

Steve knows what that intel could have been a precursor to; they could manipulate more than just him. You could have been used, you could have been changed, and it would have been his fault. Extremes are most of his life, so Steve goes to extreme measures to keep his life separate from all of that.

Blurring those lines--bringing you closer to the fray of this scary and violent world feels irresponsible.

You continue to ask candid questions about what Nat and Bucky were doing this whole time. The response is grueling, a complex web of taking out targets without signaling an ulterior motive, every interaction carefully executed to seem natural, all the while knowing that Steve waited to come home and you waited for...well, the truth.

The way Natasha describes it makes Steve sick to his stomach.

He never wanted this, but he has to live with the consequences.

You thumb over a few stalking photographs in your hand and simply say, "that was quite a commitment."

Something triggers in Steve, and suddenly, his next move is crystal clear.

"I'll--I'll be right back," he blurts.

All three of you startle in confusion, sat around the coffee table like it's the most normal thing in the world to share so much. You've had top clearance for twenty-four hours. You're already a pro, and that makes Steve's idea that much more perfect.

He races through the building, glad he doesn't have to hide, and pounds on Tony's door.

As soon as Tony opens up though, Morgan rushes past his legs and lets out a blood-curdling cry that ends in a sobbing, "you're alive."

The little girl flings herself into Steve's arms, refusing to let go the entire time he asks Stark--all the Starks--for a favor.

You wake up the next morning to find a note from Steve and a dress of yours hung by the tree you put up after a long meal with Nat and Bucky.

Important errand, the note reads. Expect Tony to come by at 11. Wear this, please. I love you.

It's the dress you chose for your first date with Steve, the date that kinda never happened because the compound was invaded and you had to kill a guy. Odd memory to resurrect, but you do adore that dress.

You're not surprised when Tony arrives in one of his signature suits, nor when he makes a show of walking you through the halls on his arm. He has the uncanny ability to chat about nothing using the maximum number of words. He's delightful that way.

Your first real clue is Morgan, standing outside some double doors to one of the flex rooms, like the ones changed for training different abilities, like the ones used for therapy circles. In fact, it's the same room, the exact same double doors as years ago.

The girl looks fit to burst, clearly told to keep her cheers to a minimum as she clutches a wicker Easter basket in her hands, crouching as if ready to spring into action.

Pepper stands close by. Nat and Bucky whisper conspiratorially a ways down the hall.

Then you notice.

Tony has on a black suit with red pin-stripes, Pepper a blue dress with a white belt, Natasha a red dress with a white belt, and Bucky a navy suit with a black-shirt underneath.

"We did our best on short notice," Tony rambles off, guiding you to a stop in front of the party.

"This is for you," Morgan squeaks, ripping a colorful bundle of pipe cleaners out of the basket. There are buttons woven to the tops of each 'stem.'

Pepper quickly adds, "wild flowers were...a bit scarce, as you can imagine."

You brave a single question.

"What's going on?"

Everyone just beams at you, falling into a pattern of pairs behind Morgan before Tony winks and tells you to follow his lead.

The doors open, and there, at the end of the aisle, stands Steve--your Steve--in his old Captain America outfit minus the cowl. His hair is still long and darker, but his beard is properly trimmed.

All you can think is how you'll tease him about that.

You pinch at the leather sleeve in curiosity, and Steve leans over.

"This is the last thing I'll ever do in it," he says before kissing your cheek. "Promise."

"Says the guy who's stolen it twice," Tony mutters from his place on the other side of Bucky.

"He has a point," Nat chimes in.

The poor priest clears his throat and bellows, "dearly beloved..."

He keeps his promise.

At a press conference just before New Year's, Steve is announced as one of those rescued from "an enemy base" in an undisclosed location.

The crowd of reporters erupts in a chaos of inquisition, but all Steve will give them, standing there in a simple sweater and slacks, is his official resignation of the title Cap.

"What do we call you then?" someone shouts from the back.

"Just Steve. I am Steve Rogers, that's all." He looks to his left for the comfort of your face. "And this--" he grabs your hand "--is Mrs. Rogers, my soulmate."

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roetrolls · 5 months ago

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fruitcoops · 4 months ago

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Thunder Road

Prompts E2: "Oh, Oops!" and A4: "Snowstorm" with genderbent PWHL Cubs for @oknutzy-week-2024's Day 3 :) Characters belong to @lumosinlove! Let's go lesbians let's go!

Light chatter passed back and forth across the lounge. Every once in a while, when someone was brave enough to cross the canyon with a smile and an introduction, the middle strengthened for as long as it took to make polite small talk before falling quiet again.

It was…tricky. Minnesota fought hard. Not dirty—it would almost be better if they did, then maybe the New York team wouldn’t still be smarting with their first clean loss of the season—but with teeth and claws undoubtedly out. Their captain had been brutal on the ice, polite and reserved off it; with Potter and Lupin at the wings, their line had consistently put New York through their paces.

Safe to say, Leo wasn’t looking forward to reviewing tape the next morning.

It wasn’t all bad, though. The bliss of professional hockey had yet to dim; Leo wasn’t sure it ever would. Some days, she still woke up thinking it was all a dream. That instead of packing her practice bag and greeting her new roommate, she’d spend the day scrolling LinkedIn’s barista section and signing up for local women’s rec leagues on the side.

Some days, all she could do was take her beautiful, beautiful sea-green jersey out and lay it on the bed beside her to remind herself it was real. Trace her name in bold white letters lining the back. Run her hands over her number, the same since she first put on a blocker and felt something inside her sing.

Representing New York in goal for the inaugural season of the Professional Women’s Hockey League, we are proud to select Leo Knut…

Leo let out a shaky breath and stood.

Hi, you must be Leo. I’m Finn, Finn O’Hara. C’mon in, your room’s just down the hall.

Black and Lupin were on the opposite side of the room. Lupin’s faded red Wisconsin hoodie was pulled down over her hands while she lounged sideways on one of the many armchairs. Black looked as imposing as ever even in a simple Minnesota t-shirt, seated on the floor by the couch Potter claimed.

Hey, Knutty. Couldn’t sleep? Me neither. This game’s gonna be off the rails. Did you know I went to college with Tremblay? She’s killer. I brought cocoa, if you want some. Helps me calm down.

Finn was far away, chatting happily with one of Minnesota’s defensemen. Leo sort of wished she had gone with Finn in the first place, just so she wouldn’t be left to her own devices. These people were strangers to her in everything but newsprint.

Carefully, she balanced two lemonades in one hand and two cookies in the other. She could do this. She could be brave.

“H—”

Thunder rattled the windows of the lounge. The lights flickered—a wave of surprise rolled through the room, and Logan Tremblay jumped hard enough Leo nearly fumbled the lemonade right onto herself.

“Oh, oops!”

Green eyes stuck her in place. “Knut.”

Tremblay’s voice was smoother than it sounded in her interviews. Two thick braids crowned her head and ran down just past her shoulders.

Leo took a deep breath, and smiled. “Call me Leo.”

“Leo.” Softer, now, too. She was careful with Leo’s name. Lay-oh.

“Cookie?”

“Quoi?”

Leo held out her peace offering, placing her thumb over one of the cookies to reserve it for herself. The storm had hit them dead-on before they had been released to the bus and she had seen firsthand how hard Logan played. She couldn’t be the only one starving.

“Oh.” Tremblay sounded surprised. The side of her mouth pulled in a quick smile as she took the cookie from Leo’s palm, and widened when Leo nudged her other hand with the lemonade. “Merci, that’s very kind of you.”

“They said they’d have sandwiches soon, but I’m kind of dying here.”

Tremblay huffed a laugh. It was nearly silent, but honest. No wonder she and Finn had been friends. “Me, too. Something tells me DoorDash isn’t working top speed tonight.”

“Nah, probably not,” Leo agreed, grinning into her flimsy plastic cup. The room seemed easier now; the vise around her chest, looser.

“I’m Logan, by the way.” Tremblay shoved the last of her cookie into her mouth and dusted her hand off on her sweatpants.

“Nice to meet you.”

Her hand was coarse against Leo’s, callused and warm. Smaller than Leo’s own, but broad like the rest of her. Logan licked a few loose crumbs from the pad of her thumb and had just opened her mouth to speak when lightning flashed outside—a blur of red and gray barreled between them.

“Thirty-five minutes, and I don’t even get a hello?” Finn scolded through a blinding, brilliant smile. Her cheeks were flushed, though Leo hadn’t seen any alcohol about. She gave one of Logan’s braids a jaunty yank. “You dick.”

“I was busy,” Logan insisted without an ounce of real heat.

“Sulking, maybe.” Finn gave her an unreadable look, something playful and yet oddly intimate. Leo felt a little like she was intruding until Finn turned to her and beamed. “I see you’ve met my fabulous roommate.”

Logan blinked. “Oh?”

“You’re much better than she was,” Finn informed Leo in a stage-whisper. “No towels on the floor, a clean kitchen—oh, yeah, Tremzy, she knows how to cook.”

“I can cook,” Logan scoffed.

“That’s a lie and we both know it.” Finn slung an arm around her shoulders to tug the other braid. Logan pulled a face, but made no attempt to move. The arm stayed when Finn looked back up at Leo. “What was it you made the other day, Le? The beans and rice thing?”

“Jambalaya.” Her mother’s recipe, a fact Finn had loved. She liked it when Leo made food from home, even when the most mild spice level made her whole face turn red.

“It was so good. She shared some, I was so lucky.”

Leo felt her face heat and ducked her head. Finn was so free with compliments that it was starting to become a problem. She had told herself she’d be careful. This opportunity was too precious to risk—this team, this city, this game. There was already talk of expanding the league. Leo needed her contract to be first on the list with no complications holding her back.

That meant not noticing the fluff of auburn bedhead in the morning or sleepy brown eyes in the evening. It meant shrugging off compliments with placid smiles, no matter how much Finn’s earnest appreciation made her melt. Neither of them were guaranteed a spot in New York next year. One perfect season of one perfect roommate would be more than enough.

“Right, Le?”

“Hmm?” Leo felt her heart stutter. “Sorry, what?”

“You get big storms back home,” Finn repeated, unfazed.

“Oh, yeah, sure. Hurricanes, all that.” She winced internally and soothed the burn of awkwardness with the last swig of her drink.

“I don’t like them,” Logan said, waving a hand. One side of her nose wrinkled with displeasure. Leo wished she had left herself more lemonade. “The rain, fine, but the rest of it…blegh.”

“You should come back with us tonight,” Finn said suddenly.

“Quoi?”

“What?” Leo asked at the same time.

Finn was already nodding. “No, yeah, it’s perfect. The roads aren’t good, but we can take the subway back to Knutty and I’s place. We’ll drop you off at the hotel tomorrow morning.”

Logan shifted, the plastic cup crinkling in her hand. “I don’t know…”

“It’s late, Lo.” The nickname gave Leo pause. She saw Logan go still, too. Finn’s eyes had softened. “Come back with us. We’ll heat up some leftovers and fuckin’, I don’t know, watch a movie. It’ll be good to catch up.”

Logan’s gaze darted around the room, where the teams had slowly begun mingling. Lupin was telling some story about a roadie and a snowstorm and a cooler full of beer and sandwiches, a bit shy under half the room’s attention. Even Black seemed to be having a nice time listening to her.

“D’accord,” Logan said quietly. She gave another one of her small smiles to Finn and then, inexplicably, to Leo. “Alright, that sounds good. I’m hungry. I can sleep on your couch, or something.”

“We’ll figure it out,” Leo assured her.

Logan didn’t sleep on the couch.

When Leo woke the next morning, her first thought was not of problems or compliments or contracts. It was Logan’s loose, braid-crimped hair falling over the opposite end of the couch and the fit of a Mardi Gras 2011 shirt across her shoulders as makeshift pajamas. It was Finn playing music at the lowest setting and the soft spitting of the coffeepot. She would be wearing her glasses and the cotton shorts Leo just couldn’t handle, the ones she had thrown on last night while Leo cued the movie, red hair pulled back into a small ponytail at her nape.

Logan’s ankles were warm on her own. The DVD case was still open on the table in front of them. Leo couldn’t recall falling asleep. But this—this seemed as real as plastic lettering that shone beneath her awed fingertips.

Leo closed her eyes and let drowsiness pull her under. She had no fear of waking again to an empty dream.

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hallowpen · 4 months ago

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About YFind: I was talking about it with a group of friends and many of us found it shady, but could only get part of the information in English. We do unfortunately not speak Thai, but we are curious, sceptical and very much looking forwards to seeing how this develops.

Any chance you could translate the terms and conditions?

I will say... you're right to be skeptical. They're just vague enough to prevent any potential future lawsuits against the company, but not the other way around...

Here we go:

Terms and Conditions

The written synopsis must be submitted in Thai. The synopsis should be submitted according to the following format: 1.1 Page 1 - Must include the writer's relevant information: Legal First and Last Name, Age, Address, Telephone and/or Mobile Number, E-mail, Line ID or other social channels for contact - Title - Genre - A brief description of the story's original inspiration (if any) 1.2 Pages 2-4 - A 3-page synopsis, size A4, to be submitted as a WORD or PDF document named according to the following format (1 submission per one 1 applicant limit): Title_First-LastName (please use your legal First and Last name, do not use a pen name)

Each applicant can submit up to 2 synopses, not restricted to the same genre, according to the specified format. Applicants can only submit once, with no more than 2 synopses included in their submission. Once the document has been successfully submitted into the system, information can no longer be edited or changed. In the event that an applicant has submitted duplicate (or more than one) documents, only the first submission will be considered and accepted.

Applicants must be Thai citizens. There are no age restrictions.

Submissions must not purposefully replicate any previous publications, broadcasts, or depictions in media. This includes works that have been previously submitted in other contests, whether in written form, online, or through other various channels.

Submissions must be the sole creative work of the writer, who must identify as the sole applicant. Submissions must not infringe upon copyright or intellectual property rights. Applicants must not defame(insult) someone else by plagiarizing, reproducing or revising their work to submit as their own. The use of AI or other technology to create a synopsis is strictly prohibited and will be found in violation of the rules and regulations. If submissions are later found to be within violation of the law or any of its regulations, the Company and those whose rights have been violated are authorized to take legal action.

The winning submission's rights will become the copyright of the Company. The Company can use it's rights as it deems appropriate, not limited to reproduction, adaptation, and novel and/or poetry publication: The property can be produced as a drama (series) and/or film to be distributed to the general public through any partnered media company; The Company can collect any benefits relating to the copyright of the property, including sales, payments, and transfers for authorized lending of the property to others; Benefits can be collected from any commercial or non-commercial use of the property; And/or the Company can make any international distribution decisions throughout the span of it's property's copyright protection and/or the rights of the property according to the law. The Company can do so without having to pay compensation to and without asking permission from the applicant. All winning submissions will receive a reward when notified by the company. Upon notification, the owner of the submission must sign the appropriate 'copyright and rights transfer' documents. Failure to do so will disqualify winners from receiving a reward.

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jodestarart · 3 months ago

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Bella

Animal Portrait + Movie Fanart

An animal portrait of a Huntaway Dog, more commonly a fanart of Bella from A Dog's Way Home.

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callie-ariane · 1 year ago

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Good Omens giveaway - mistysblueboxstuff's/Andrea C White's latest artwork book

Time for another giveaway! With the publication of mistysblueboxstuff’s/Andrea C White's Good Omens season 2 artwork books (more pictures here), and having had her prior approval, I’d like to buy some of the books for a few fans. (The number of books will depend on my bank balance at the time.)

There are two versions of the book: an A4 hard cover and an A5 soft cover. Depending on the number of people who apply, I'll probably buy mostly the A5 softcover but if I can afford it I might buy a few A4 hardcover copies.

Please note: I’m only giving away the Season 2 book (We Could Have Been Us); I’m not giving away the book of artwork from both seasons (Group of the Two of Us).

I’ll pick some people at random (I’m not going to use any fancy algorithm; it’ll just be a random selection, probably choosing people from different countries) and then will order the appropriate book and have it sent direct to each person. There are a few provisions around this, so if you’re interested in applying, read the blather under the Keep Reading below.

Deadline for application: midnight (BST) on Thursday 28 September 2023.

To apply for the giveaway, send an email to the following address (which I’m not doing as a hyperlink for obvious reasons): billandteeb at hotmail dot com.

(It’s an old email which I barely ever use, so if it gets spammed to death it doesn’t matter.)

Put “We Could Have Been Us” in the subject line, and give me the following details:

Your Tumblr/general online name and the country to which the book will need to be sent (I don’t need a full address at this point, just the country).

You can check whether Peecho will ship to your country by clicking here, clicking on ‘Continue to Shipping,’ then click on ‘Search country’ and scroll down to see a list of the countries.

I don’t need any further details from you at this point, but if you would only like to be considered for the hard cover or for the soft cover, tell me. It’s up to you if you want to tell me why I should pick you in particular, or generally try to butter me up, but it really will be a random selection! Though I should mention that in past giveaways, if someone has just put their name and country and not even a ‘thank you,’ they’ve rarely been chosen ...

If you’re one of the chosen recipients, I’ll email you on Friday 29 September to ask for your name and postal address. If you apply, you might want to keep an eye on your Junk mail in case my email goes there.

I promise to try and email the unsuccessful applicants after the deadline, but if there are more applications than I can cope with, I might have to do a general notice here on Tumblr after I’ve picked the lucky winners.

I also reserve the right to withdraw the offer if my personal circumstances change and I suddenly can’t afford to do this any more.

In the meantime, good luck if you do decide to apply. NOTE: you must apply by email to billandteeb at hotmail dot com; I won’t take applications over Tumblr’s Personal Message/Ask/Email system.

Love and hugs, Ariane x

Deadline for application: midnight (BST) on Thursday 28 September 2023.

#good omens #good omens artwork #@mistysblueboxstuff #Michael Sheen #David Tennant #Neil Gaiman

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yyh4ever · 2 years ago

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Yu Yu Hakusho Motto Cafe 2023

Yu Yu Hakusho Collaboration Cafe ☕

Another Yu Yu Cafe❤️ The chibi guys in chinese clothes are too cute! The menu is also inspired by the Chinese cuisine.

📍 Period: February 1st (Wed) to March 5th (Sun), 2023

📍 Location: Motto-cafe Ikebukuro Store 3F

📍 Official site and reservations: yuhaku.motto-cafe.com

📍Goods & Menu

~ GOODS ~

📍Mail order (started on May 10, 2023): collabocafe online shop

Trading Swaying Acrylic Keychain (5 types)

Price: 770 yen each (blind)

Size: about H56mm

Trading Can Badge (5 types)

Price: 440 yen each (blind)

Size: about 47mm diameter

Clear File

Price: 440 yen

Size: A4

Trading Stickers (5 types)

Price: 440 yen each (blind)

Size: about 62mm diameter

Clear Bottle (Full Team Design)

Price: 2,200 yen

Size: about 664mm x H185mm

Clear Pouch

Price: 2,200 yen

Size: W219mm×H160mm

~ MENU ~

► Dishes

Yusuke's Taiwan Mazesoba ~I was surprised when I mixed it!~

Price: 1,430 yen

Yusuke's Taiwanese-style mazesoba noodles topped with an egg yolk, inspired by his spirit gun.

Kuwabara's Fried Chicken Donburi ~Reiken Two-Sword Style~

Price: 1,430 yen

Kuwabara's Chinese-style fried chicken rice bowl, with 2 pieces of meat on the bone.

Kurama's Rose Gua Bao ~Fuuka Enbujin~

Price: 1,320 yen

Kurama's Gua Bao (pork belly bun), decorated with roses and pesto sauce.

Hiei's Evil Eye Tenshindon ~The Black Flames of the Makai~

Price: 1,320 yen

Inspired by Hiei's jagan, it is a tenshindon with meatballs under the omelette.

► Desserts

Hiei's Ensatsu Kokuryuuha Douhua

Price: 1,210 yen

Hiei's chinese douhua with a black dragon monaka (sweet made of azuki bean), topped with tapioca pearls, strawberries and mangoes.

Kurama's Secret Aiyu Jelly ~Fruit of the Previous Life~

Price: 800 yen

Aiyu (jelly made from the gel from the seeds of the fig found in Taiwan), inspired by Kurama who uses plants as weapons! You can also change the flavor with a syrup that looks like Kurama's fruit of the previous life.

Youko Kurama's Pineapple Sandwich

Price: 1,210 yen

A white pineapple sandwich, inspired by the image of Youko Kurama.

► Drinks

Yusuke's China Blue ~Reikodan~

Price: 950 yen

A non-alcoholic china blue with yellow jelly and tapioca, inspired by Yusuke's Reikoudan (Spirit Light Bullet / Aura Blast).

Kuwabara's Energy Ginger ~Reiken Javelin~

Price: 950 yen

Kuwabara's Energy Ginger is a drink inspired by the Spirit Sword Pole Vault, seen in his fight with Byakko, when Kuwabara rose like a phoenix!

Hiei's Dark Oolong Tea ~Jaou Ensatsu Kokuryuuha~

Price: 950 yen

A peach oolong tea made with dark oolong, inspired by Hiei's Jaou Ensatsu Kokuryuuha (Wicked King Immolation Black Dragon Wave).

Kurama's Crafted Tea Set ~Makai Plants~

Price: 1,540 yen

A set of crafted tea and egg tart, inspired by Kurama's plants from the Demon World.

~ PRESENT ~

For each menu item ordered, you'll get one blind coaster (10 types).

#Yu Yu Hakusho Motto Cafe 2023 #Motto Cafe #Yu Yu Hakusho #Ikebukuro #Kuwabara #Kurama #Yusuke #Hiei #Youko

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goose-draws-it · 2 years ago

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Mini Commissions Round 2!

Hello, Lovelies! I have a new mini-commission for ya’ll!

Currently: CLOSED!

Here’s how this works:

-Each of these poses will have a set number people who can commission them (listed below), and once the slots are filled, the pose is no longer available!

-First come, first serve!

What you’ll get:

-A detailed sketch with flat colors of any character (except Mineta) x any character, oc, or self ship in the above pose(s)

-> I currently will draw for JJK, AOT, Blue Lock, and MHA

-you can choose: hair styles, clothing, jewelry, scarring, etc

-background not included

How to reserve a spot:

-send me a DM or ask off anon on this account or on @thecowboykatsuki-anon (i’d prefer spot reservations to be sent to @goose-draws-it as this is where it will all be posted when finished!)

-send me payment through my PayPal or Ko-fi, which I will send you a link to once you’ve confirmed a spot with me!

Extras:

-For an extra $10, you can get your piece rendered!

Spots Available:

A1 ($15) : 1 /3

A2 ($10) : NO SPOTS LEFT

A3 ($10) : NO SPOTS LEFT

A4 ($10) : 5/5

A5 ($15) : NO SPOTS LEFT

A6($10) : NO SPOTS LEFT

-updated 1/19/23 @ 4:40pm

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kdyism · 2 years ago

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5. arts & craft. kim doyoung

pairing. doyoung x reader, genre. established-relationship!au, fluff, warn. non, wc. 0,399

Your eyes concentrating on the coordination of both of your hands as you try to snip the shape of a sea shell, well, an oyster from the A4, you completely don't notice your boyfriend sneaking into the club room with the coffee you had so nicely asked from him.

"Can you at least greet me," Doyoung whines, pulling out the chair beside you and comfortably leaning on the table, his eyes never leaving you as he grabbed your coffee and put in the straw for you.

You greet him as he wanted, "Hi, Doyoung," finally snipping the last bit and separating the white bits from the sea shell. "How was your day?" you grin at him, quietly thanking him for the coffee and looking at him.

"It was okay, the history TA was being an ass today because someone emailed a complain against him," —"I think it was Juhee from Chem, I heard her talk about yesterday," you said, trying to recall the conversation you overheard. "Heard he was trynna fail her for rejecting him or something,"

"Dang... sucks to be him but he sucks," Doyoung rolls his eyes, dismissing the topic and turning his focus to your arts and craft.

"So what's all this this time?" he asks, sipping his coffee and waiting for you to speak.

"Making sea shells for the kids to colour at the daycare," you explain, "Wanna help?" offering him to assist you is now your second nature, he'd have helped you even if you didn't want him to because you learn that's just who he is when he likes someone.

Though, he always acts hesitant at first, "Didn't you do something like this yesterday?

"This week's theme is the ocean and sea stuff!"

Nodding at you, he takes the glue stick from your table and pushes his sleeves upwards, "I'm glueing stuff as usual right?" he asks, drinking his coffee again and you mimic him, sipping from your straw too as you nod.

"After this, I want three kisses as a reward," he announces and you hum, nodding your head firmly. "Deal,"

And so far, Doyoung has gotten more than just three kisses from you for assisting you with the arts and craft for your part-time but you know, even if you were doing this stuff for fun, Kim Doyoung would still always asks for kisses in return for helping you glue things together.

yunn note: thank you for reading, and i hope you liked it <3 comments, reblogs, and likes are appreciated!

#nct-writers #neowritingsnet #neoturtles #nct 127 x reader #nct x reader #nct imagines #doyoung x reader #nct doyoung x reader #nct 127 imagines

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