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[pundertalefan]

I've been wanting to do this for a long time.

Introducing... the MetaTeeth family!

Mettaton and Caine have been in a loving relationship for about a year now, and they've decided to take the next step. Now they have a wonderful group of 27 children. And they treasure them all.

Starting from the obvious, they've taken in all the Playtime Co. Critters. In my headcanon, none of them have any parental figures other than the eldest of their parties, so the couple were all too glad to volunteer. Granted, the Nightmare Critters are a bit more resistant, and the Rejected Critters are mostly confused, but none of them have run away yet, so everyone wins.

Then we have the three main siblings. Of course, Pomni isn't thrilled with the place she's in, but she can't exactly talk her fathers out of fathering her. She's pretty much resigned herself, even though she often wonders why Caine hasn't tried to take in any of the other circus members.

Next, we have Pomni's two brothers. Angel Dust is glad to be a surrogate sibling to someone after the loss of his biological sister, and he's taken to caring for the jester with as much tact as he can. Being around someone who's touch-averse is a bit of a learning curve for him, but considering his past, he does the best he can to respect her boundaries, just like he wishes others would.

Fortunately for him, he's got another sibling besides the Smiling Critters who loves to give and receive affection. Granted, he's not built for cuddles, but Angel has enough softness to go around, and he very much appreciates it.

Chaos Sonic has been revived since Sonic Prime and left with no one to care for him. He craves love and understanding, so when he heard about Caine and Mettaton taking people in, he jumped at the opportunity. He loves all of his siblings, not caring that they aren't robots like him. If he were to meet any of his "biological" siblings, he would accept them too. He's also very fond of Angel's pig, Fat Nuggets, often petting him and talking to him about his dreams of selling his own branded energy drinks.

Finally, we have the most unusual member of the family, mainly because, unlike all the others, he is "technically" related to his AI father.

Basically, what happened is that Caine, at some point, crossed paths with one God of destruction, Beerus. Being a sort of god himself, he wants to be on good terms with anyone similar to himself. He noticed how isolated the cat God was, and he wanted to help out. His idea of doing so was creating someone for him to care for since it worked out so well for him.

Enter Lil Beerus. He was made for the sole purpose of being mentored by the cat God of Distruction. Beerus being Beerus, he adamantly refused, no matter how Caine tried to reason with him. In the end, the ringmaster couldn't bring himself to leave the creature he created out by himself, so he became the final member of the family. He's fine with it.

And there you have it. The MetaTeeth family. Individuals from all walks of life (and media) brought together by the power of love and understanding. They might be as different as can be, but they've found a place here and are (mostly) content with their roles in the family.

Of course, these fathers aren't perfect. They make their mistakes, especially Caine, who has no idea how organic lifeforms function and needs to be taught about emotions and thought processes. But he has a kind heart and just wants to do his best for his children and partner.

Mettaton also wants to provide the very best care for his kids and his boyfriend. He's also been trying harder to be less self-absorbed, as he wishes to be a better friend to Alphys and a good cousin to Napstablook. The latter is the one who took the family photo. Each member of the family gets along with each other in their own special ways, and at the end of the day, they all love to listen to music together and lay down on the ground, feeling like garbage after a good meal.

A happy family indeed. ❤️💗

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

hello!

I’ve been thinking about this prompt for awhile now, but I’d like to hear your takes on it! if say another event like lost in the book happened but instead of stitch, they meet Winnie the Pooh and his friends— which of the cast do you think would relate most to the characters?

I uh 😅 don’t know a lot about Winnie the Pooh or its characters, so my thoughts here are based on very, veeery basic understandings of them.

Pooh — His defining trait is his loyalty and willingness to help others, so I automatically don’t see many of the NRC boys relating to Pooh’s softness. He might be a better fit with one of the light cosmic element boys (Kalim, Silver, even Rook) or Yuu.

Piglet — He’s soft spoken and always nervous or worrying about something. I think of Epel and Idia as the "soft spoken" ones of the group, but Idia is the more generally anxious one. Epel's only really "shy and meek" when he's forced to act more polite; his true personality is much rowdier and more stubborn.

Tigger — Tigger is bright and enthusiastic. Any number of the cheerier members of the main cast could fit here with him: Cater, Kalim, etc. I would say Sebek (at least when it's a Malleus-related task or sentiment) works.

Eeyore — The most “different” of the Pooh cast; Eeyore tends to be down in the dumps and/or unenthusiastic. I see Idia and Leona best relating to Eeyore, since the former is usually pessimistic about everything while the latter has depressive symptoms that he usually masks with arrogant confidence.

Rabbit — Prideful and stubborn self-appointed leader, but ready to hop into action when he is called upon. Most of the dorm leaders could honestly slot in nicely here, particularly Riddle (whom we see in book 6 trying to be the "leader" of his group with Azul and has a generally very rigid way of thinking).

Kanga and Roo — Loving mother and curious, adventurous son duo. Various combinations can work here, although each pairing kind of represents a different kind of parent-child or general familial relationship. (Vil and Epel, Trey and Riddle, Idia and Ortho, Leona and Cheka, Jamil and Kalim, etc.) It really depends on how you want to look at it.

Owl — A know-it-all who actually dispenses the wrong information more often than not. I'd say Lilia or Jade is most Owl-like. They're the most likely to share false knowledge, but unlike Owl, it doesn't come from a place of genuinely not knowing but rather purposefully fucking up the information to mess with people.

Christopher Robin — A kind and helpful boy who shares his stories with the animals of the 100 Acre Woods. I wasn’t sure if I should include him here, but the Disney website lists him as a core member of the cast so I thought, “might as well!” Since Christopher Robin is the "odd one out" who shares stories with everyone, which i think it suits Yuu (the photographer/one who records memories) quite well.

[isthei]

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[roosterforme]

Aim for the Sky Part 23 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley is hoping a new role with the Navy will give him the opportunity to spend more time at home with his family. You offer up the ultimate gift for his birthday. 

Warnings: Fluff, angst, adult language, lactation kink, body image, oral sex, mentions anal, DILF Roo

Length: 4500 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

Aim for the Sky masterlist. This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order.

"What should we do for Daddy's birthday?" you asked your daughter while she nursed. Bradley was working late again. If he didn't actually get this new position at Top Gun when the time arrived, you weren't sure how he was going to take it. He was working so hard right now to try to cut his deployments down by training younger recruits to fly missions instead of actually flying all of them himself. He wanted to be home more, and you wanted him to spend as much time with Rose as he could.

In the meantime, he always felt like a ticking time bomb. Like at any moment he would be taken away again. His most recent special mission ended months ago while you were still pregnant, and it felt surreal at times that he hadn't been called away again.

"We'll do something special," you whispered to Rose. "Daddy always makes my birthday special. He'll always make yours special, too."

Her eyes were bright and alert as she released herself from your breast to yawn while you ran the pad of your thumb gently along her cheek. She had the softest skin and most adorable features. She was going to look just like Bradley, you could already tell. And you had to agree with him when he said he thought she was whip-smart. She always looked around for Tramp and seemed to point to him when she wanted to be licked.

"You're absolutely perfect," you told her, planting a soft kiss on her forehead. Rose's yawns were coming more frequently as you changed her diaper and placed her in her crib. "I'll send Daddy in to say goodnight when he gets home," you promised. Once her sound machine was playing a lullaby, you crept out of the nursery and went to clean up the meager dinner you made for yourself.

Looking in the mirror was still currently your least favorite activity. You were tired, and it was reflected on your face. Your body still seemed to belong to Rose, and you felt a little helpless by the width of your hips and the size of your butt. Your belly was riddled with stretch marks, and every time Bradley saw you in any manner of undress, you couldn't understand how he could get turned on. When you and he had sex, it was almost like he tricked you into believing he was excited to be with you.

The front door shut and you jumped, spinning on the spot to see your husband heading your way. "What a fucking day," he groaned, boots squeaking on the floor. He was still in his flight suit, messy hair threaded with a bit of gray. "I didn't think I would be this late."

He didn't stop until you were wrapped up in his arms. "Why are you still in your boots and flight suit?"

"Wanted to get home faster," he murmured. "I missed you."

The way he ran his big hand down the middle of your back and gave your butt a little squeeze while he kissed you left you breathless. Then he knocked the air clean out of your lungs as he nibbled gently on your lips before whispering, "I'm late for my husband and daddy duties. Is the Nugget already asleep?"

"I think so," you told him, melting into his touch. He was already the best dad in the world for Rose, and his hands up the back of his ratty UVA shirt that you were wearing reminded you how good he was at those husband duties, too. "She seemed tired after I fed her."

Bradley's brown eyes flicked down toward your chest as his stomach growled.

"I can feed you, too," you said with a laugh. "All I had for dinner was some toast and jelly, but I can make you something else."

You didn't even mention the part where you were trying to cut calories so you could lose weight, because he was looking at you like he always did. And his hands were warm on your skin like they always were.

"Don't worry about me. I'll get something after I give Rose a good night kiss and we take a shower together."

You raised one eyebrow. "We're taking a shower together?"

He nodded slowly. "We are, Baby Girl. I'm so worn out, it's probably the only thing that's going to make me feel better." 

His right hand strayed to your breast, and your lips parted on a soft sound as his rough fingers found your nipple beneath the shirt. You forgot to feel self conscious as you let your hands slide up his chest until your arms were draped over his shoulders. Your lips were on his like a magnet, and you whimpered at the feel of his rough mustache. Then his tongue was in your mouth, and you were ready to climb him like a tree.

Somehow, you worked him up. It didn't make any sense. He was literally touching your stretch marks now as he rutted against you and grunted your name. "Oh, fuck," he said between kisses. You felt overstimulated, and your breasts were leaking onto your shirt, but it just made his cock harder. "Go get in the shower? I need to take a little peek at Rose, and then I'll be in to do absolutely anything you want. Anything." He started to pull your shirt over your head. "Just let me taste you."

"Jesus Christ, Roo," you moaned, pushing him away. "Hurry up. I'll be in the bathroom."

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Bradley ducked his head inside the baby's nursery. Her music was playing softly, and she was clearly sound asleep in her crib with Tramp snoozing on the floor. He had to take a few deep breaths when he heard the shower turn on across the hallway, and he ran his hand over his face.

"Rosie, I'll be back in a little bit to check on you, okay?" he whispered. "I need Mommy for a few minutes."

He was already unzipping his flight suit and wrenching it down his arms as he walked through the bedroom and into the bathroom. It smelled like your body wash, and he could practically taste your breast milk as he watched you climb in the shower. He was tired, like actually exhausted. There was so much to learn from Maverick and the admirals. There was paperwork and guidelines and things to memorize. There was so much more going on behind the scenes than he realized, and it took all of his focus to keep up. But he wanted a job where he'd be home more and on a carrier less. That way he could see your silhouette through the foggy glass shower door every night.

"Sweetheart." His voice was deep and needy, and you turned to face him.

"What was fast." Your voice echoed beautifully in the enclosed space as he bent to undo his boot laces. 

"I'll sneak back in later to see Rose," he rasped, climbing in and closing the door behind him. "I can't wait another minute for you."

He was serious, but you looked a little hesitant and maybe unconvinced as you stood with your back against the tile wall, water hitting your legs and feet. You were rounder in places now, and your body felt like heaven in the palms of his hand. When he considered whether or not an obnoxiously long, hard day of work was worth it, all he had to do was look at your face or hear your voice, and he was convinced it was. But getting to have you like this? It didn't even seem fair.

"My god, you are absolutely fucking perfect."

Maybe you were going to say something to him as you parted your lips, but he leaned in to kiss you before you could. Your warmth and your fingers in his hair could fix any problem he had, he was certain. And he always wanted to be that way for you, too. He wanted to be the reason you knew you had something better to look forward to at the end of the day.

"Bradley," you whined when his cock pressed against your soft belly. Your fingers made their way down to his biceps, and your thumb traced his new tattoo as you looked up at him with wide eyes.

The level of intimacy he felt with you was unparalleled, whether it was sex or just being around you. But he couldn't help but want everything right now when your milk was beading up on your nipples and sliding down the undersides of your tits.

"Will you let me taste you?"

The feral noise you made had him bending slightly to get his mouth on you. None of this should be wasted right now. It was too sweet. You were too fucking warm. Even the steamy air and the water hitting his calves couldn't compete with your breasts. He got down on his knees for better access.

"I'm not going to lie, Roo," you whispered, pushing his hair back from his forehead, "watching you do that is so hot."

He looked up at you as he ran his tongue lazily back and forth. "Watching you do anything is hot, Sweetheart." You whimpered, and he could feel you squeeze your thighs together. "Just be patient. I'll take care of it. I just can't let this go to waste."

You grabbed at his hair and his shoulders as he licked and sucked you dry. Your nipples were furled tight, no longer dripping with that beautiful milk before he stopped. Every time you made a noise, you were rubbing your pussy against him, and Bradley knew he made you wait long enough. 

His cock was aching as he sat down and ran his nose along the length of your slit, coaxing your thighs apart with the softest touch. You didn't disappoint, letting him see and smell and taste you to his heart's content. He sucked on your clit before moving his lips to your rooster tattoo, smiling as you moaned impatiently while he kissed you there.

"Please, Bradley." Your voice took on a tone of overstimulation, nipples still tight peaks as you wiggled your hips. "I need it."

He let you have his mouth all over your pussy. Every soaking wet, silky inch if you. He worked his tongue in circles just how he knew you liked it, and he listened to every cue you gave him with your voice. The louder you got, the harder he sucked until your legs shook. Then he backed off and enjoyed the keening sound of your orgasm as you rode his face.

"Please," he begged softly, getting to his feet while you were still coming for him. But you nodded and turned to face the wall, letting him fuck you from behind with both of his hands planted on the tiles. "Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck, Sweetheart!"

Barely a dozen good thrusts, and he came as he watched you kiss his hand. He was out of breath and yet still over excited as he nuzzled your neck. "My wife is actually perfect," he whispered.

Even cleaning you up was fun. Every time he ran his hand between your legs, your eyes fluttered closed, and you bit your lip. Then you washed his hair which always turned him into an even bigger mess for you. By the time you turned off the water, he was so sated and still needy for your attention, he followed you everywhere.

Bradley watched you get changed into pajamas before pulling you into bed with him. "I still need to make you dinner," you whispered as he peppered your nose with kisses. 

"I can find something myself," he promised. "It's pretty late, and I want you to get enough sleep. I need to go check on the Nugget anyway." He paused when your stomach growled loudly. "What do you want? I'll make something for both of us."

"I already had dinner."

"You had toast. That's not dinner. What do you want?"

You looked up at him and whispered, "A sandwich."

"Done." He kissed your lips and climbed out of bed, pulling on clean boxer briefs. "Give me a five minute head start so I can kiss Rosie, and I'll meet you in the kitchen."

Bradley had to fight the urge to wake his daughter up just to watch her be adorable while he held her, because he felt like he missed the entire day with her. "Still better than being deployed," he whispered, making Tramp leave the nursery with him. 

He sent the dog out to the backyard as he tried not to worry about when his next mission might come. Then he made two identical sandwiches and opened a bag of potato chips and a can of beer. And then you were there with him again.

"What do you want to do for your birthday on Friday?" you asked, tucking yourself against his body as you reached for one of the sandwiches. "And don't you dare say you want to spend a day with just the three of us and try to bail to get another tattoo."

He kissed your temple and said, "Nothing else is important enough for me to want to get it tattooed besides you and Rosie, so what I'm about to say is the absolute truth. As soon as we get out of work on Friday, all I want to do is spend the evening with my girls."

"Well, I was thinking...." you started, nibbling at your sandwich. "You know how for my birthday, you reserved the lounge where we went to the silent disco? But then I fell at work and kind of killed that plan?"

"How could I forget?" he replied, downing the rest of his beer. "Reenacting our first date is never going to not be fun for me. Music and hot sauce and falling the fuck in love."

You smiled up at him. "What if I call the bar and see if they'll let us have a little silent disco with Rosie on Friday night? To make up for the one we missed?"

Bradley swore his heart skipped a beat. "I would love that, Baby Girl."

"Then I'll try to make it happen."

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Bradley woke up on Friday morning with your hand wrapped around his cock and your giggling lips next to his ear. "Happy birthday, Roo," you whispered. Your breath was warm and tickled him as he opened his eyes and grunted.

"It's already pretty happy."

He pulled down the covers and watched you jerk him off while your bare breasts were mashed against him. There was a pretty droplet of your milk in his chest hair, and you were telling him all the things you wanted to do to him later. Even when you really gripped him, your fingers didn't quite reach all the way around his cock, and he tucked his arm behind his head to get a better view.

"I was thinking," you whispered, lips brushing his ear, "we could do what we did last year on your birthday. If you want."

Instantly he envisioned the way you let him fuck you in the ass, and he gasped. "Anal?" he asked softly, holding his breath for the answer as you dragged your hand up to the tip of his cock and squeezed.

"Yes."

He instantly came all over himself, white ribbons coating his abs as you kissed his neck. "Fuuuuck," he croaked, already excited for later tonight.

"Damn, Roo. You couldn't even wait until I got my mouth down there?"

He tucked his other arm behind his head as well and watched you kiss your way down his body. "You just promised me your ass, Sweetheart. I don't know what you expected." He went silent again as you ran your tongue around his belly button and started lapping up his cum. You had him on your lips, dragging your tongue through the mess when Rose started crying in her nursery. "Hang on, Nugget! Daddy's enjoying his birthday!"

You smiled up at him and kissed his hip before nudging him toward the edge of the bed. "Go get her ready, and I'll be in shortly."

He leaned down and kissed you before pulling on his underwear and heading to the nursery. He actually loved it when Rose started wailing like this, because he got to enjoy the way she immediately calmed down when he picked her up and gave her a little snuggle.

"You're loud today. Are you saying happy birthday?" he asked, tickling her tummy before changing her wet diaper. She was three months old and absolutely perfect. She could hold her head up on her own, and her eyes seemed to be a slightly different color every day. Bradley was fascinated by his daughter and would have gladly spent the entire day hanging out with her instead of going to work.

He was bouncing her gently in his arms, turning her hunger cries into little giggles when you joined them. "Is she ready for the silent disco tonight?" you asked, settling into the glider chair with your tits on display. He couldn't wait to get you in bed again later, but he was just as excited about going to Del Mar.

"I think so," he crooned, covering his daughter's face in kisses before handing her over so she could eat. "I love you both." Then he kissed her fuzzy hair and your lips before heading back down the hallway to get dressed for work.

Dropping Rose off at the daycare on base every day was still hard, but at least she was with Jeremiah. And Bradley was planning on skipping out early today to take her home and get ready to go out. Not only had you talked the rooftop bar into an hour-long private silent disco, you also made a reservation at the hot sauce restaurant. He was convinced Rose would love both places as much as he did.

As soon as he walked out onto the tarmac, he felt an arm around his shoulders. "Happy birthday, Soul Sister. I can't believe you're forty-eight."

"I'm thirty-eight, Nat."

"Whatever. Still old as fuck."

"I love you, too."

She smirked. "Are you enjoying your new job? All locked away with the admirals up in the tower like you're Rapunzel or something?"

Bradley stopped and swiped a hand along his back. "Did someone tape a sign on me that says It's my birthday, please pick on me?"

"Nah," she replied. "Doesn't need to be your birthday for that. Happy to do it any day of the year."

He followed along at her side again. "I don't actually have a new position yet," he muttered. "I'm just... I don't like being away from them now. It was bad enough before, but I think if someone gave me deployment papers today, I'd probably throw up."

"You're such a dad," his best friend replied, reaching for his hand and giving him a squeeze. "I completely understand why you want to turn into Rapunzel in the tower, Rooster. I probably would as well if I had a daughter. Speaking of, let me know when I can stop by with all the new toys and outfits I got for my goddaughter."

Bradley's imagination drifted to the bedroom activity he was looking forward to later this evening. "Uh, maybe tomorrow or Sunday? Not tonight."

"You got it."

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The ride to Del Mar was familiar now. Bradley's Motown playlist filled the interior of the blue Bronco along with his voice while he drove and played with your wedding rings. The late June sunlight was bright and warm even as it approached 6:30, and you could tell by how relaxed your husband was that he was having a good day.

"I can't believe you're thirty-eight years old."

He gave you side eye. "Listen, Sweetheart, I've still got all the moves, okay? I was just excited this morning, that's all."

You burst into laughter. "That's not what I meant!"

With a playful glare, he parallel parked in front of the hot sauce restaurant. "I feel like you're contractually obligated to be nice to me today, especially after how much Nat picked on me."

You kissed his cheek and whispered, "I'm letting you have my ass. How much nicer could I possibly get."

"Great. Now I have to get my erection under control," he groaned, killing the engine and letting his head tip back. But he was smiling. "I actually think that makes you the nicest."

Honestly, you were a bit nervous. Last year, he barely thrusted before he came, and it still felt like you were being stretched to your limit. More than anything, you wanted him to still find pleasure in your body, but you didn't want him to hurt you.

As if you'd spoken your thoughts out loud, he whispered in your ear, "I'll make it feel good for you, too." Then he was out on the sidewalk, lifting Rose in her car carrier out of the backseat like the most attentive father in the world. She was wearing a little dress covered in flowers. You were also wearing a dress with your boat shoes. "Just look at my beautiful girls," he crooned, draping his right arm over your shoulders and carrying the car seat like it was nothing.

"I can't wait until she's old enough to enjoy some hot sauce," you mused.

"Her first solid food can be a chili pepper."

You snorted. "Rose, I will not let that happen."

You spent dinner coating your food in a rainbow of different hot sauces while Bradley stole bites of your meal and offered up some of his own. Rose kept trying to reach for the bottles with all of the pretty labels, and you watched her cry until Bradley let her play with a plastic one that was brand new and still sealed up tight. 

"She's your fucking kid, alright. Won't leave the restaurant without some hot sauce," he told you, signaling for the waiter to add it onto the bill at the end of the meal.

"Stop swearing in front of the baby." You were unable to contain your laughter as you added, "She picked out a good one, too. Excellent taste."

Bradley reached for your hand. "Now to determine if she has good taste in music, too."

After stopping back at the Bronco so Bradley could strap Rose in her carrier against his chest, the three of you walked at a leisurely pace along the main street toward the beachfront lounge. When you approached the pier where you spent plenty of time getting to know each other on your first date, Bradley turned so Rose could look at the setting sun.

"You see that long fishing pier, Nugget?" he murmured, smiling at you. "I took Mommy on the best date of her life, and we made out on that pier until I was on the verge of embarrassing myself."

"Accurate," you added immediately. "It was the best date of my life, but there was nothing you could have done to embarrass yourself."

"I beg to differ. I could have told you I loved you. On our first date."

His eyes were sincere. You knew he fell in love with you fast. He'd already told you as much. But hearing him say the words while he had his big hand wrapped around yours and Rose cradled to his chest left you breathless. "When you tell me now that you were already in love with me on our first date, it's just romantic, Roo."

His smile grew, and you thought all about how much had changed in the past three years as you led him toward the lounge which was lit with string lights. You rode the elevator to the rooftop with your head resting on his shoulder, face to face with your sleepy daughter. She had her little fist up next to her face, rubbing her eye.

"She's going to fall asleep, Roo."

"Nah, she'll last for a few songs. I want a picture of her wearing the headphones."

You forgot how pretty the rooftop was with all the lights and the bar. This time, instead of two sets of headphones, you were handed three, and the woman who was working made a fuss over how cute Rose was.

"I swear she looks just like my wife," Bradley said, showing her off proudly.

The other woman smiled and said, "You have an hour before we open to the public for the night. The DJ will start playing as soon as you're ready."

"Perfect," you told her, and then she was gone, and your husband was giving the DJ a thumbs up. You slid your headphones into place and turned them on to the pink channel. Once Bradley had his on, you changed his channel to match yours and laughed when one of his Motown songs came on.

"Yes," he said with a grin, lowering the volume all the way on the third pair before putting them on Rose. They were of course huge, and he had to hold them in place with one hand, but she smiled when she heard the song. "She likes it!"

"Of course she does. She's your daughter," you said over the music.

Bradley's lips landed on yours, and his free hand gently wrapped around the back of your neck. You stayed like that with Rose between you, getting kiss after kiss from your husband as you danced, occasionally changing the channel on your headphones to blue or green.

The DJ seemed to know what Bradley was going to like best, his face lighting up for almost every song like he was delighted to get to hear it. Rose, on the other hand, was asleep after ten minutes with her cheek squished against him. At least you managed to take one selfie of the three of you before her eyes closed, but now she was napping while you danced and lip synced with Bradley until the music came to a stop. The hour was too short. You wanted it to last longer.

Carefully, you removed Rose's headphones and then your own, handing them over on your way back to the elevator. "Time to go home and get your cake and birthday presents," you whispered as you were taken back down to the first level.

His hand settled on your lower back before drifting down a few inches more. His expression was completely serious as he said, "Baby Girl, I thought this cake was my birthday present."

"If you play your cards right, you can have two kinds of cake tonight."

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Bradley is so ridiculously spoiled. Sweet Rosie already likes hot sauce. BG is struggling so much and can't quite see herself the way her husband does. Stay tuned. Thanks @beyondthesefourwalls

PART 24

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Could you make a continuation of 'For Old Times sake', where Mattheo starts to spiral to insanity because of M.reader's death and he chose to follow M.Reader into the afterlife. They meet in the afterlife, and Mattheo cries so much and asks for forgiveness but M.r tells him that he's at peace and doesn't really care for mattheo now yk. This leads to mattheo realising his wrongs and how even in the afterlife, he can't repair his relationship with M.r. Thank you :)))

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For what's already Lost

Pairings ; Mattheo Riddle x M!reader

Summary ; After witnessing the death of his childhood friend—someone he once cherished but later tormented—Mattheo Riddle spirals into guilt and grief. Unable to bear the weight of his actions, he attempts to take his own life, hoping to reunite with the one he lost. Instead, he wakes up in the hospital wing, surrounded by his friends, only to realize that no matter how much he regrets, he can never fix what’s already broken. As he breaks down, Theodore Nott offers him silent comfort, but even then, Mattheo knows—some wounds never heal, and some losses can never be undone.

A/N ; done and done! Enjoy the angst 😉

Warnings ; Heavy angst, Suicidal ideation,bDeath and grief, Self-harm implications, War violence, Emotional breakdowns, Guilt and regret, Depression, Character death, Mentions of past bullying, Trauma and PTSD themes

Word count ; 3.7K

Mattheo Riddle was losing his mind.

It started as a quiet thing, a whisper of grief curled around the edges of his thoughts, pressing against his ribs like a phantom ache. The first few nights after the war ended, he could still pretend it hadn’t happened. He could sit in his dormitory, staring at the ceiling, telling himself that you were just elsewhere—hiding, recovering, tending to your wounds like all the others.

But then he started hearing your name in hushed conversations, in the heavy silence that followed when people looked at him. He saw it written in ink on the lists of the dead. And suddenly, it wasn’t just a possibility anymore. It was real. Final.

You were gone.

The world had begun to move on without you.

But Mattheo?

He was stuck.

The first time he heard someone laughing in the Great Hall, something inside him twisted violently. How could they laugh? How could they act like everything was normal? Didn’t they know? Didn’t they care?

Didn’t they realize that you weren’t here anymore?

He barely ate. Barely slept. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw your blood pooling beneath you, your broken body slumped against the cold stone of the battlefield. He saw your fingers twitching weakly, grasping for something—reaching for him.

And worst of all, he saw the way your lips parted to speak, how your breath had shuddered as you forced out your final words.

"For old times' sake."

It haunted him.

That damn keychain sat on his nightstand, taunting him.

The same one you had given him as kids, the one that was supposed to be a promise, a reminder that no matter what happened, you would always be there for each other.

And he had thrown it away.

Not literally—but in every way that mattered. He had abandoned you, turned on you, mocked you, hurt you.

And yet, in your last moments, you still chose to save him.

Mattheo thought about that constantly. He thought about the scars on your arms, the ones you used to hide beneath your sleeves. He thought about the way you had flinched when he and his so-called friends cornered you in the halls, how you never fought back.

How much had you suffered because of him?

How long had you been hurting before he even noticed?

His stomach churned, bile rising in his throat as he clenched his hands into fists.

None of it mattered anymore.

He could beg for forgiveness.

He could weep until his voice was raw, curse himself until he had nothing left.

But you would never hear it.

You were gone.

And Mattheo was still here.

Alone.

──── ୨୧ ──────── ୨୧ ────

The bottle of firewhisky sat on his bedside table, half-empty. The room was dark, save for the flickering candlelight that cast jagged shadows across the walls.

Mattheo sat on the edge of his bed, staring at the small, tarnished keychain in his hands.

The last piece of you he had left.

His thumb brushed over the faded engraving, the one you had so proudly shown him when you were kids. Friends Forever.

It felt like a joke now.

A cruel, twisted joke.

His fingers trembled as he tightened his grip around the keychain, nails digging into his palm hard enough to hurt.

He barely slept anymore.

And when he did, it was nightmares.

Or worse—dreams where you were still alive, still standing before him with that same look of disappointment, that same quiet, aching grief in your eyes.

The war had ended weeks ago, but the battle inside his head never stopped.

He kept thinking—if he had just done something, if he had just listened when you tried to talk to him, if he had just been the friend you needed instead of the monster he had become—maybe, just maybe, you wouldn’t have died saving him.

Maybe you would still be here.

Maybe he wouldn’t be sitting alone in this godforsaken room, drowning in firewhisky and regrets.

But maybe didn’t change anything.

Didn’t bring you back.

Didn’t erase the blood on his hands.

The silence was thick.

Unbearable.

Mattheo sat there, hunched forward, gripping his head, his fingers tangled in his curls, tugging—hard—like maybe if he pulled hard enough, he could tear the thoughts straight from his skull.

But they clung to him.

They clawed at his ribs, burrowed under his skin, whispering—

Coward. Liar. Murderer.

His chest heaved. His breathing was shallow, uneven, his vision swimming in the dim candlelight flickering across the walls.

He felt suffocated.

Like the air had turned thick, choking him from the inside out.

He didn’t deserve to breathe anyway.

Didn’t deserve to be here.

To live—when you didn’t.

Mattheo let out a ragged breath, his fingers dragging down his face, his throat burning, eyes stinging.

He had spent weeks in this room.

Weeks avoiding the others.

He had let you die.

And now you were gone.

Gone.

Gone.

GONE.

Mattheo’s vision blurred, the candlelight smearing across his sight like molten gold.

His wand lay beside him.

But magic was too easy.

Magic was an escape he didn’t deserve.

So instead, he reached for the knife.

It was small.

Silver.

The kind you’d use to slice fruit, but the edge was sharp.

Sharp enough.

His fingers curled around the hilt, grip tightening as he lifted it to his chest.

His breathing was steady.

For the first time in weeks, his hands weren’t shaking.

It was simple.

Quick.

The cold steel pressed against his ribs—

And then it was warm.

So, so warm.

The pain bloomed sharp and bright, a white-hot burn spreading through his stomach as he drove the blade deeper, gasping as his body instinctively recoiled, but he didn’t stop—

Couldn’t stop.

His vision blurred.

The warmth trickled down, soaking into his shirt, his pants, the floor beneath him.

His knees buckled.

His mind felt light.

Like he was floating.

And then—

A knock at the door.

Loud.

Persistent.

Mattheo barely registered it, his head lolling forward as the room spun.

“Riddle! Open the fucking door.”

Blaise.

His voice was sharp, edged with something Mattheo couldn’t quite place.

Another knock.

Harder this time.

“If you don’t open up in the next ten seconds, I’m blasting this door off its fucking hinges.”

Mattheo tried to speak, but his lips were numb.

The knife slipped from his grasp, clattering against the wooden floor.

The door rattled.

A pause.

Then—

A loud crash.

The wood splintered as Blaise shoved his way in, his wand raised, his expression shifting from frustration to horror in an instant.

“What the fuck—”

His voice was distant.

Muffled.

Like he was underwater.

Mattheo barely had time to register the movement before Blaise was in front of him, hands gripping his shoulders, shaking him hard enough to make his already spinning vision worse.

“No, no, no, no, you fucking idiot—”

Mattheo blinked sluggishly, his mouth parting, but no sound came out.

The warmth was spreading.

Fast.

Too fast.

Blaise’s hands left his shoulders, pressing against his stomach instead, hard and desperate as he tried to stem the bleeding, cursing under his breath.

“Stay awake,” he snapped, voice cracking. “Don’t you fucking dare—”

And then—

Footsteps.

Rushed. Panicked.

A chorus of voices, sharp with fear.

“What the hell is going on—”

Pansy.

Her voice was high, frantic, her heels clicking against the wooden floor as she stumbled into the room.

Then—

A sharp inhale.

A strangled noise.

“Oh my God.”

Mattheo barely managed to turn his head, but he saw the blur of dark hair, the way Pansy’s hands flew to her mouth, her face pale, shocked—

And then more voices.

“Move—MOVE—”

Lorenzo.

His voice was rough, filled with panic, and then he was kneeling beside Mattheo, hands hovering uselessly, eyes wide, chest heaving.

“Mattheo,” he choked out, voice barely above a whisper. “What did you do?”

Theodore was next.

He didn’t say anything at first.

Just stared.

And then his hands clenched into fists, his jaw tightening, his entire body trembling as he muttered, “You absolute moron.”

Draco shoved past them, his expression tight with something unreadable.

His hands shook.

Not much.

But enough.

Astoria hovered in the doorway, silent, her lips pressed into a thin line, her eyes suspiciously glassy.

No one moved.

No one breathed.

Until Blaise’s voice shattered the silence.

“Help me, you fucking idiots!”

The spell broke.

Lorenzo pressed down on Mattheo’s stomach, his hands warm, firm, his breathing shaky. “We need to get him to the hospital wing—now.”

“No shit,” Theodore snapped, already yanking off his scarf, wadding it up, pressing it against the wound.

Mattheo barely felt it.

His limbs were heavy.

His vision was swimming, darkening at the edges.

Someone was cursing under their breath.

Someone else was shaking.

And then—

A soft voice.

A whisper.

“…Why would you do this?”

Pansy.

Her voice cracked.

Mattheo didn’t answer.

Didn’t have the strength.

His eyelids were so heavy.

So heavy.

He slumped forward.

Blaise caught him.

Mattheo could hear them.

Panicked.

Yelling.

Begging.

But it was fading.

Everything was fading.

And the last thing he thought of—

The last thing he saw—

Was you.

──── ୨୧ ──────── ୨୧ ────

When Mattheo opened his eyes, the world around him was unnervingly quiet. No echoes of battle, no screaming, no pain. Just silence.

He stood in an endless field of golden light, stretching into eternity. The air was soft and still, the horizon painted in hues of a dying sun, neither rising nor setting. There was something eerily peaceful about it—something final.

And then—

A voice.

"Didn’t think I’d be seeing you so soon."

His breath caught in his throat.

It was you.

You stood a few feet away, arms crossed, the same as you always were—except you weren’t.

You weren’t looking at him with warmth. You weren’t looking at him with hate, either.

You were just… looking.

Expression unreadable.

Unmoved.

Distant.

Mattheo’s heart clenched so painfully in his chest he thought he might collapse. "Y/N…" His voice cracked on your name, raw with emotion, with regret, with everything he had never been able to say before.

You didn’t react. Didn’t move closer.

Didn’t welcome him like he had imagined.

Because why would you?

"You…" He took a shaky step forward, hands trembling. "You’re here."

A humorless smile tugged at the corner of your lips. "Of course I am. You put me here, remember?"

The words were soft. Not sharp. Not bitter.

But they cut him deeper than anything ever had.

Mattheo stumbled back as if struck, his entire body shaking. "I—I didn’t—"

"You didn’t kill me, no." You tilted your head, eyes piercing into him. "But you might as well have."

He sucked in a sharp breath, guilt clawing up his throat like bile. His hands clenched into fists. "I didn’t mean to hurt you," he whispered. "I never—"

"You did."

He flinched.

You sighed. "I’ve had a lot of time to think, Mattheo. Time to let go of everything. And I have."

His stomach twisted.

That should have been a good thing, shouldn’t it?

You had let go. You were free.

But why did it feel like you were letting go of him?

"Y/N, please," he begged, voice breaking. "I came here for you. I—I couldn’t—" His throat tightened. "I couldn’t live without you."

You blinked slowly, as if considering his words. "So you killed yourself?"

The bluntness of your tone made his stomach lurch.

He swallowed thickly, his fingers twitching. "I thought maybe—"

"Maybe what?" You raised an eyebrow. "That dying would fix things? That suddenly, just because you followed me here, everything would be okay?"

He sucked in a breath, the truth behind your words slicing through him like a blade.

"I didn’t know what else to do," he admitted, voice hoarse. "I couldn’t stand it. Every day, every second—I kept thinking about you. About everything I did wrong. About everything I never said—" His voice cracked, and he let out a shuddering breath. "I needed to see you again. I needed to tell you that I—"

"That you what?" you asked, voice eerily calm.

He looked at you, eyes desperate, pleading.

"That I love you."

The words hung in the air between you.

For a second, he thought he saw something flicker across your face—something soft, something almost familiar.

And then you smiled.

But it wasn’t the kind of smile he wanted.

It wasn’t warm.

It wasn’t forgiving.

It was… sad.

Gentle.

Final.

"That doesn’t change anything, Mattheo."

His breath caught.

He had imagined this moment a thousand times. Had dreamed of seeing you again, of falling to his knees, of crying into your arms and begging for forgiveness, and maybe—just maybe—you would hold him.

Tell him it was okay.

Tell him you still loved him.

Tell him he wasn’t too late.

But he was.

He always had been.

His knees buckled, and he dropped to the ground, gasping for breath. "Please," he sobbed, tears streaming down his face. "Please, Y/N, I—I didn’t mean for any of this. I was a coward. I was a fool. I should’ve—I should’ve never left you behind."

You just watched him, silent.

He reached for the keychain around his neck, the same one you had given him as children. The edges were worn from years of being held, a small, meaningless thing in the grand scheme of life.

And yet, to him, it had meant everything.

He clutched it so tightly it left indentations on his skin.

"I never threw it away," he whispered. "Even when I pushed you away, even when I let everyone else hurt you, I—I never threw it away."

You looked at the keychain, but your expression didn’t change.

"You kept a memory," you said softly. "But you never kept me."

Mattheo’s breath stuttered.

His chest ached, his fingers shaking as he reached for you—

But you stepped back.

His world tilted.

"Y/N, please." His voice was barely above a whisper now, broken and raw. "I don’t want to be without you."

"You already have been," you murmured.

The truth of it crushed him.

"I forgive you," you said, and for a moment, his heart lifted.

But then—

"But that doesn’t mean I want you back."

His heart shattered.

He let out a strangled sob, curling in on himself.

"You should go, Mattheo," you said softly.

He lifted his head, dazed. "What?"

You nodded toward the distance, where a soft, golden light glowed in the far-off horizon.

"You don’t belong here yet."

The words made him freeze.

This wasn’t the end for him.

Not yet.

His mind screamed at him to stay.

To fight.

To refuse to leave your side ever again.

But when he looked at you—really looked at you—he realized something.

You weren’t his to fight for anymore.

You were already gone.

Even if he stayed, even if he wasted eternity in this in-between, you wouldn’t be waiting for him.

He had lost you long before you died.

And now, even in the afterlife, he would never have you again.

His breath hitched, his entire body trembling. "Y/N," he tried one last time, his voice barely more than a whisper.

You gave him one last, gentle smile.

And then, finally.

"Goodbye, Mattheo."

And just like that—

You turned away.

You didn’t look back.

And Mattheo felt it—the last piece of his soul breaking, shattering into nothing.

For the first time in his life, he had nothing left.

And for the first time in his life, he finally understood what true loss meant.

But there was no one left to tell him it was going to be okay.

No one left to save him.

Only silence.

And the distant glow of the horizon, beckoning him away from you forever.

──── ୨୧ ──────── ୨୧ ────

The first thing Mattheo felt when he woke up was the suffocating weight pressing against his chest.

It wasn’t the kind of weight that could be shaken off. It wasn’t exhaustion or physical pain—it was worse. It was grief, raw and relentless, curling around his ribs like thorns.

His throat was dry, his head ached, and his limbs felt heavy, like he had been sinking in an endless abyss and had only just barely clawed his way out.

For a moment, he didn’t move. He just laid there, staring at the ceiling, the edges of his vision hazy.

Then it hit him.

The war. The screams. The smell of blood and burning wood.

And you.

Lying there.

Bleeding.

Cold.

Gone.

Mattheo inhaled sharply, a shuddering breath that did little to stop the wave of nausea washing over him. His fingers curled into the sheets, gripping them as if they could anchor him to reality.

"Mattheo?"

The voice was groggy, thick with sleep.

Lorenzo.

Mattheo blinked, turning his head slightly. The dim light of the hospital wing made everything look softer, less sharp, like a dream he was still trapped in.

Lorenzo was sitting beside his bed, his long legs stretched out, his head tilted at an awkward angle against the chair. His hair was messier than usual, and there were dark circles under his eyes. His brows furrowed as he blinked blearily, as if trying to convince himself that Mattheo was really awake.

Then, as if something snapped inside him, Lorenzo shot upright, the chair scraping against the floor. "You’re awake," he breathed.

Theodore stirred beside him, rubbing his face with a tired groan. "What’s going on—" His words caught in his throat when he saw Mattheo, his usually composed face shifting into something unreadable.

The noise must have caught the attention of the others because within seconds, Blaise, Draco, Pansy, and Astoria all turned to look.

A heavy silence settled over the room.

Mattheo could feel their eyes on him, but he couldn’t meet them.

"You fucking idiot," Blaise muttered.

Mattheo barely had time to react before Lorenzo smacked his arm, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make a point. "Do you have any idea how long you were out?"

Mattheo swallowed, his voice hoarse. "How long?"

"Three days," Theodore answered quietly.

Three days.

Three days since he had tried to end it all.

Three days since he had seen you.

Three days since he had been forced to walk away.

Mattheo clenched his jaw, exhaling sharply. He suddenly felt nauseous.

Pansy scoffed, arms crossed over her chest. "Honestly, Riddle, if you wanted attention, you could’ve just asked instead of traumatizing all of us."

Draco shot her a glare. "Not the time, Pansy."

Pansy huffed but didn’t argue.

Astoria must have noticed the way Mattheo’s breathing turned uneven because she spoke gently, "You’re okay now, Mattheo. You’re safe."

Safe?

The word felt wrong.

How could he be safe when you weren’t?

He turned his head slightly, his gaze landing on the bedside table.

The air in his lungs froze.

The keychain.

The small, silver keychain you had given him all those years ago sat there, slightly tarnished but still whole.

Still there.

A broken sound escaped him—half a laugh, half a sob.

He had been trying so hard to reach you.

But you had already moved on.

You were at peace.

Without him.

The weight in his chest twisted painfully.

His breathing grew uneven.

Theodore moved before Mattheo could fully process it.

A pair of warm arms wrapped around him, pulling him into a tight embrace.

Mattheo stiffened.

Theodore had never been the kind of person to offer physical affection easily. He wasn’t like Lorenzo, who threw an arm over your shoulder like it was second nature, or like Pansy, who grabbed your hand whenever she was talking. Theodore was distant, composed, always holding himself back.

But right now—right now, he wasn’t.

Right now, he was holding Mattheo like he knew.

Like he understood.

Like he had been waiting for Mattheo to break.

And Mattheo did.

The first sob tore through his throat, shaking his entire body. His fingers clenched in Theodore’s robes, gripping them so tightly his knuckles turned white.

Theodore didn’t say anything.

He just held him.

Mattheo buried his face in Theodore’s shoulder, his whole body trembling as the sobs wracked through him.

It wasn’t fair.

It wasn’t fair.

You were supposed to be here.

You were supposed to be alive.

You were supposed to tell him that everything would be okay.

But you weren’t.

You never would be.

And even in the afterlife, you had looked at him like he was nothing more than a ghost of the boy you once knew.

His chest ached.

His heart shattered all over again.

Theodore tightened his grip.

"It’s okay," he murmured. "You’re okay."

Mattheo squeezed his eyes shut.

No, he wanted to scream.

'I’m not.'

'I’ll never be."

Draco and Blaise exchanged a glance from the corner of the room, their chess game long forgotten.

Pansy was staring at the floor, her lips pressed tightly together. Astoria’s eyes glistened with something unreadable.

Lorenzo sighed, running a hand through his hair. "We should’ve done something sooner."

No one disagreed.

Because they all knew.

They had all seen it—the way Mattheo had spiraled after your death.

The way he had barely eaten, barely spoken, barely even existed.

They had tried to help, in their own ways. Pansy had snapped at him to pull himself together. Blaise had sat beside him in silence. Astoria had offered quiet reassurances. Draco had tried to be patient. Lorenzo had been the only one who dared to bring you up.

But nothing had worked.

Nothing had been enough.

And now, Mattheo was breaking apart in Theodore’s arms, sobbing like he had held it all in for too long.

Lorenzo swallowed hard.

It wasn’t fair.

None of it was.

But that didn’t change the fact that you were gone.

And Mattheo was still here.

For now.

Mattheo didn’t know how long he stayed like that, clinging to Theodore like he was the only thing keeping him tethered to reality.

When he finally pulled back, his face was damp with tears, his throat raw.

Theodore studied him carefully, his expression unreadable.

Then, in a rare moment of vulnerability, he placed a hand on Mattheo’s shoulder. "You’re not alone," he said softly.

Mattheo let out a shaky breath.

He didn’t believe it.

Not yet.

Maybe not ever.

But he nodded anyway.

Because what else could he do?

Because you were gone.

And he was still here.

Even if it didn’t feel like he was.

[falderaletcetera]

for the record, I looked it up to check and the previous lines are "so we patched her rents, stopped her vents / dogged hatch and porthole down" which… can you blame me for needing to learn that as sounds and not as words that actually make sense to me

THAT SAID, many thanks to the longest johns wiki which I only just thought to check and which makes this make sense with the info that "To dog here means to fasten down an object with an item known as a "dog". There are various kinds of dog; one common type is a large iron staple that can be hammered on and later easily pried off."

so give me a month and I might actually get this one right.

that thing where you have a song stuck in your head but you're a little hazy on some of the lyrics so every now and then your brain transitions from vague and happy static to belting out PUT CABLES TO HER FORE AND AFT AND GIRDED HER AROUND-

[shadowpeachceo]

More Ninjago incorrect quotes Garmadon Family edition

*Lloyd texting Sensei Garmadon*

Lloyd: Come downstairs and talk to me please. I'm lonely.

Garmadon: Isn't you're mom there?

Lloyd: Yes but I like you more.

Young Misako : You get turned back into a baby but you retain all your skills and memory, what do you do?

Young Garmadon: Eat a nickel.

Young Misako : A reminder: You have retained all your skills and memories.

Young Wu: Eat a nickel.

Young Misako : Ok.

Lloyd: Okay, who's turn is it to give the pep talk?

Sensei Garmadon: It's Misako 's turn.

Misako : Don't die.

Sensei Garmadon, wiping a tear away: Truly inspirational.

Lloyd: what do you see in this woman???

Young Garmadon: Protip is you do not feel good about yourself after eating tomato sauce on iceberg lettuce.

Young Misako: What's wrong with you??

Young Garmadon: I literally JUST said I ate tomato sauce on iceberg lettuce?? Pay attention.

Young Wu: No, they mean other than that.

Young Garmadon: Ohhhhhh.

Young Garmadon: I haven't slept in 4 days.

OR like father like son

Lloyd: Protip is you do not feel good about yourself after eating tomato sauce on iceberg lettuce.

Sensei Garmadon: What's wrong with you??

Lloyd: I literally JUST said I ate tomato sauce on iceberg lettuce?? Pay attention.

Misako: No, they mean other than that.

Lloyd: Ohhhhhh.

Lloyd: I haven't slept in 4 days.

Lil Lloyd, texting Lord Garmadon: Dad! Help I'm being kidnapped!

Lord Garmadon: Where are you?

Lil Lloyd: I'm with some strange person. In a car. Help.

Lord Garmadon: I'll call Wu.

Wu, answering their cell: hello brother?

Lord Garmadon: Where's Lloyd? He texted me that he's were being kidnapped.

Wu: Whaddya mean, he's right next to me-

Wu:

Wu: I'll call you back. *Hangs up*

Wu: THE NEW HAIRCUT ISN'T THAT BAD!

Lil Lloyd: WHO ARE YOU!?

Lloyd: I have a bad feeling about this...

Emperor Garmadon: What do you mean?

Lloyd: Don't you ever get that little voice in your head that tells you if you're going to get into trouble?

Emperor Garmadon: No?

Wu: That actually explains so much.

Wu to lil Lloyd: First rule of battle, little one... don’t ever let them know where you are.

Lord Garmadon, shooting out of frame: WHOO-HOO! I’M RIGHT HERE! I’M RIGHT HERE! YOU WANT SOME O’ ME?! YEAH YOU DO! COME ON! COME ON! AAAAAH! Whoo-hoo!

Wu: 'Course, there’re other schools of thought.

Wu: We need a distraction.

Lord Garmadon, turning to the Ninja: one of you go to be good at jumping up and down and making weird noises right?

Lil Lloyd, whispering: My time has come.

Wu: Hold on! I’m having one of those things... a headache with pictures.

Lil Lloyd: What the fuck???

Lord Garmadon: They’re having an idea.

Emperor Garmadon: So... This is my full potential?

Harumi: Yes.

Emperor Garmadon: So, then it's...

Emperor Garmadon: All downhill from here.

Harumi: Like Lloyd.

Emperor Garmadon: I do not know what this Lloyd is. But it sounds disappointing.

Misako, excitedly: Heeyy!!

Sensei Garmadon: Hey, someone's excited.

Lloyd, deadpan: Yeah, and it's making me sick.

Lil Lloyd: *cooking*

Lord Garmadon: *kicks down door*

Lord Garmadon: *grabs knife from Lloyd's hand*

Lord Garmadon: WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT DESTRUCTIVE BEHAVIOR?

Lil Lloyd:

Lil Lloyd: What???

Wu: he doesn't trust you with sharp objects because he's scared going to turn evil like him.

Lloyd, to Sensei Garmadon: You know, Mom can be really passive aggressive, so it's important to take all the necessary precautions when approaching.

Lloyd: *blows airhorn at Misako* GET FUCKED!

Young Garmadon: Onion rings are vegetable donuts.

Young Wu, used to Garmadon being dumb: Sure...

Young Garmadon: Your stomach thinks all potatoes are mashed.

Young Wu: Okay?

Young Garmadon: Lasagna is spaghetti flavored cake.

Young Wu:

Young Garmadon: Lobsters are mermaid scorpio-

Young Wu: Jesus, that one is a little-

Young Misako, interested: No, no, Garmadon, keep going.

Misako: Want to hear a hard riddle?

Garmadon: Sure.

Misako: A rooster laid an egg on a roof. Which way did it roll?

Garmadon: ...down?

Misako: N-

Lloyd: Who cares about which way it rolled, it would be scrambled eggs by then.

Misako:

Misako: No, it's that roosters don't lay eggs... In the name of the first spinjitzu Master...

Wu: So, what's it like living with Lloyd?

Sensei Garmadon: he once referred to sand as "heterosexual glitter."

Wu: ...

Sensei Garmadon: I love my son so much.

Lloyd: So what, now I’m just supposed to do everything that Wu does? What if they jump off a cliff?

Sensei Garmadon: If Wu were to jump off a cliff, they would have done their due diligence regarding the height of the cliff, the depth of the water, and the angle of entry. So yes, if you see Wu jump off a cliff, by all means, jump off a cliff.

Lloyd: You jump off a cliff.

Sensei Garmadon: Gladly, provided Wu did first.

Garmadon: I bet you’re wondering why I gathered you here today. It’s because we need to have a discussion about how some people in this room aren’t getting along with other people in this room.

Lloyd: Why did you say that so vaguely? Mom and I are literally the only people you called in here.

Lloyd, texting group chat: What flavour of ice cream do you guys want? I’m at the store so be quick!

Garmadon: Moose Tracks is good!

Misako: What the fuck is that!?

Garmadon: *Gasp* How dare you insult moo-

Misako: No. No no not that. What the hell. Why do you spell flavor like flavour. It’s like you have flavor but then this guy shows up and is like “Oui Oui Would you like chocolate flaVOUR or vanilla flaVOUR.

Lloyd and Garmadon: what?

Misako: I don’t get it why add the EXTRA u when it’s PERFECTLY FINE AS IT IS!?

Lloyd: You done now?

Misako: Yeah ok.

Lloyd and Garmadon: ...

Misako: ...Can I have the Mint Chocolate chip flavour?

Garmadon: Remember! Curiosity killed the cat!

Lloyd: Yes, but you forget that satisfaction brought it back. So yes, Misako, go find out if that thing can catch fire!

Garmadon: You're a bad influence.

Lloyd: And you don't know your sayings.

Lloyd: In my defense, I was left unsupervised.

Misoko: Wasn’t you're dad with you?

Sensei Garmadon: In my defense, I was also left unsupervised.

Wu: Say no to drugs.

Emporer Garmadon: Say yes to drugs.

Lloyd: It doesn't matter if you say yes or no to drugs. If you're talking to drugs.. then you're on drugs.

Emperor Garmadon: All I did was kill Lloyd, is that really such a crime?

Misako:

Misako: Yes?!

Misako: HELP! I TOLD LLOYD I'D COOK DINNER TONIGHT BUT I CAN'T COOK!

Wu, pouring milk directly into the cereal bag: And you thought I could help?

Sensei Garmadon: If I were a drink, I'd be Cherry Vanilla Coke. If you were a drink, what would you be?

Lloyd: Bleach.

Wu: Sewage.

Sensei Garmadon: ...Please calm down, edgelords.

[lumpyflakycum]

Why don't men go to war anymore lmaoo girls acting like her son John wasnt tall and slim and had a leg for ev'ry limb. That pro-imperialistic notion is why now he's got no legs at all, girl he didn't run a race with a cannonball lmaoo Timmy roo dun dah fadda riddle da whack-fo' the riddle timmy roo dun dah

[pundertalefan]

So...I caved and bought the bootleg rejected critters that are almost guaranteed to be from a content farm channel. I couldn't help it. I like their designs, and I want to see their characters expanded somehow, even if I have to do it. I want to contact the creator to see if I can do stuff with them. Wish me luck! Their name (on YouTube at least) is Buggy Huggy.

Here are the figures. From the right we have...

Moody Moose: very forgetful and a bit of a mooch. I'm honestly not sure if THAT wasn't his original name.

Riddle Roo: a self-proclaimed thief, collector, and hoarder. Keeps things in their pouch.

Snidey Spidey: a little creep who loves to scare people. One of the meaner critters.

Griffy Gingers: a trickster who loves to play pranks. Not the meanest, but his antics can cause harm.

Tiggy Tigers: a sports fan who LOVES to play with others. A little too much. Very clingy, and won't hesitate to get revenge on anyone who wrongs them.

Bully Bullito: a jock who loves working out, and getting stronger. He has a crush on Craftycorn.

Crocky Rocky: a kid that wants to be seen as cool in the eyes of everyone. They consider Kickin' Chicken their brother.

If you look up Rejected Critters, you can find their voice lines that allude to their traits.

I referred to some of them as "them" because I can't be sure what their genders are.

And then there's this guy. I haven't been able to find ANYTHING about who or what he is. Right now, I'm calling him Sir Smiley, and putting him in my bedside table drawer so he won't hurt anyone.

I don't trust him at all.

If anybody knows any info about where he came from, please let me know. I want to stop being frightened by his presence. XD

[dustinsacramentocruz]

Riddle Roo (In BFB Voting Icon)

Rejected Critter, Smiling Critters x Battle For Dream Island

Oc Character from: Buggy Huggy

Made by: @dustinsacramentocruz (Me)

[noncreativepage-blog]

Oh my gosh! I want this! Can you imagine Hornton going to the 100 acre woods, and immediately being accepted by the gang.

Malleus gets Pooh bear lots of honey, and Pooh introduces him to all of his friends, and tells him all sorts of stories. Winnie the Pooh is very calm, and relaxed. They curl up next to each other, and they somehow go into very deep philosophical conversations. Pooh gives very simple solutions that leave Malleus stunned. He usually has to stare at a wall after their conversations just to wrap his head around the simplicity of the solution. Malleus has no friends in the other world? “Make some” Pooh responds. Malleus asks how, and Pooh tells him a bunch of stories about how he became friends with the others.

Piglet is a bit nervous at first because Malleus is so big, but begins to relax around him after a while. Even though Piglet is afraid of Malleus at first, he still makes an effort to talk to Malleus, and get to know him. Pooh vouched for him, so Malleus must be good. Malleus thinks Piglet is very brave, and tells him how impressed he is. Piglet beams.

Malleus almost constantly carries Eeyore around with him, and Eeyore says, “Thanks for noticing.” Whenever they go on adventures, Malleus holds Eeyore close, and lets him know that he is loved. Malleus really feels for Eeyore. Even though he hates Leona, he kinda thinks the two would be good for each other. Then they could both sleep without feeling lonely…

Roo loves him. Here’s this funny looking guy with big horn who will let Roo climb all over him like a jungle gym. Malleus adores Roo just as much. Roo was not scared of him, not once. The little kangaroo always asks him questions, and sits in between his horns wherever they go. (They made a little contraption for Roo- like a seat buckle/ harness strung between Malleus’s horns. When Malleus runs, Roo puts on his goggles, and cheers the entire time.)

Kanga loves how happy Malleus makes Roo, but there are softer moments, nicer moments, when Malleus admits to his loneliness and doubts about returning to a world where people fear him. Kanga sits next to him, pulls his head onto her lap, pets his hair, and tells him that everything will be okay when he returns home. He just needs to be patient with some people like he was with Piglet. Malleus has never really had a mother figure, so Kanga begins to unintentionally fill the void in his heart that he didn’t even know was there.

Rabbit reminds him of Riddle. Surprisingly, it’s easy to get along with him. They don’t talk often, but Malleus loves helping Rabbit in the garden. Their first meeting was a little rocky due to Malleus’s aloofness. (He accidentally stepped in Rabbits garden.) Rabbit practically threw a couple gardening books at him, and was very surprised when Malleus returned the next day- having read all the books- and wondering if he could help Rabbit in the garden. At first, Rabbit watches him like a hawk, but once Malleus has proven himself, Rabbit relaxes. Sometimes Rabbit invites Malleus inside for some tea, and they talk about their adventures. Rabbit wants to meet Riddle very much.

Malleus’s must guilty pleasure is wearing super comfy clothes, and sprinting with Tigger. The stuffed animal is surprisingly fast, and agile through the woods. Malleus has never had more fun letting go of all his decorum, and getting messy. He’s fallen into mud more than once, with Roo sitting on his head. They can spend half the day throwing mud at each other, play wrestling, and splashing each other. (Kanga is very amused each time the three arrive at her doorstep coated in mud.) Each of them gets a bath, and then they sit in Kanga’s living room while telling her all bout their day.

Malleus likes listening to Owl on slow days, and reading the books he has strewn about the house. His grandmother told him that his grandfather was very talkative, and he wonders if Owl is the same… regardless, he likes to visit, and ask him about his past. It’s nice to have a breather from the crazy adventures every once and awhile.

We're dying for the boys to meet the 100 acre woods gang!

[chrancecriber]

Antenne Vorarlberg Chillout Lounge (August 15, 2023)

23:58 Nora En Pure - Oblivion (Extended Mix) 23:55 Sam Feldt Feat. Deepend & Teemu - Runaways 23:51 Schiller - Midnight In Shiraz 23:47 Shallour & Riah - Lie 23:44 Depeche Mode - Goodnight Lovers 23:40 Nora Van Elken - Interstellar 23:37 Kidsø - Finja 23:32 Perfect Silence - Di (Original Mix) 23:29 Edx - Neptune 23:25 Lions Head - Begging (Rami Remix) 23:22 Riva Starr Feat. Imaginary - Ride This Sound 23:19 Tiësto - The Motto 23:16 The Alan Parsons Project - Mammagamma (Instrumental) 23:13 Sam Feldt Feat. Lateshift - The Riddle 23:06 Jean-michel Jarre - Equinoxe, Pt. 4 23:02 Alphawezen - Out Of Sight 22:58 Bolier & Leandro Da Silva - Floripa (Extended) 22:51 Dale Anderson Feat. Anil Chawla - Pimento Grove 22:46 White Elephant - Sir John 22:44 Nora En Pure - Wetlands 22:41 Daniel Portman - Sensual Desires 22:31 Antenne Vorarlberg Chillout 22:27 Hearts & Colors - Lighthouse (Andrelli Remix) 22:24 Blank & Jones Feat. Mick Roach - Magnolia 22:19 Schiller - Ultramarin 22:14 Faithless Feat. Nathan Ball & Caleb Femi - I Need Someone 22:10 Blank & Jones - Into The Sun 22:03 Plus Minus - Meeting Of The Worlds 21:59 Alex Breitling - Faith 21:52 David Hohme - Fear Less (Hraach Remix) 21:49 Avicii - For A Better Day 21:45 Lucy Neville - Shameless 21:42 Mousse T. - Boyfriend (Alle Farben Remix) 21:38 Derrick - Love Away 21:35 Kryder & Natalie Shay - Rapture 21:31 Lstn - Sïstër 21:25 Nora En Pure - Don't Look Back (Extended Mix) 21:22 Audien - Blue 21:17 Flamingo Star - Lost In Music 21:12 Tinlicker Feat. Roos Jonker - Come Back Home 21:06 Anrey - The Forgotten (Extended Mix) 21:01 Jacob Gurevitsch - Lovers In Paris 20:58 Sofi Tukker & John Summit - Sun Came Up (Radio) 20:55 Blank & Jones - Coastline 20:51 Rithma - The Return 20:48 Purple Disco Machine - Hypnotized 20:45 George Geccoo Feat. Maik Pinto - Dolce Vita 20:39 Tom Odell - Another Love (Zwette Edit) 20:32 Colyn - Lightyears 20:28 Maxim Lany Feat. Freya Alley - Anymore 20:23 Velvet Lounge Project - Dimelo Tu (Mix And Magix Remix) 20:18 Tinlicker Feat. Hero Baldwin - Rebirth 20:13 Beanfield - Planetary Deadlock 20:09 Nora En Pure - Stop Wasting Time 20:05 P. Lion - Happy Children (Special Remastered ) 20:00 L' Art Mystique - Le Jardin Secret (Original Mix) 19:57 Rosa Linn - Snap 19:54 Olga Scheps - How Much Is The Fish? 19:50 Bedouin Soundclash - Brutal Hearts (Flicflac ) 19:48 Nora Van Elken - Honshu 19:44 Emily Burns - Im So Happy 19:41 Michael Gray & Shelly Poole - Borderline (Lee Muddy Baker Acoustic Mix) 19:38 Gamper & Dadoni Feat. Joe Jury - Satellites 19:35 Eelke Kleijn - Midnight Affair (Samaha Slow Edit) 19:30 Stefano Saletti & Piccola Banda Ikona - Tagama 19:23 Le Roy - See The Light Ahead (Extended Mix) 19:19 Rameses B - Never Forget (Original Mix) 19:16 Tomas Skyldeberg - Outside The Window 19:12 Loud Luxury Feat. Morgan St. Jean - Aftertaste 19:08 Mikael Delta - The Last Storm Of Words 19:01 Valeron - Jamal 18:57 Lstn - Sky & Sand 18:53 Sphere - I Fly Away 18:50 Avaion, Paulwetz, Nu Aspect Feat. Yuma - Sleepless 18:46 Jako Diaz & Margret - Mirror 18:43 Tenfold Loadstar - Sun And Rain 18:39 Bronson Feat. Lau.ra - Heart Attack 18:32 Edx - Conundrum 18:25 Fc Kahuna - Hayling 18:21 Passenger 10 - The Lonely Boy Who Wanted To Make Friends 18:17 Motorcycle - As The Rush Comes 18:14 Glockenbach - Dirty Dancing 18:11 Felix Jaehn Feat. Zoe Wees - Do It Better 18:08 Alan Walker Feat. Gavin James - Tired 18:05 Colorblast - Message In A Bottle (Colorblast Version) 18:03 Lucas Estrada & Henri Purnell & Neimy - In My Fantasy 17:59 Five Seasons - In Your Town 17:54 Deep Dive Corp. Feat. Dennis Le Gree - Water 17:51 Sons Of Maria - Always 17:45 Schiller Mit Moya Brennan - Falling 17:43 Dj Antoine Feat. Ablai - My Corazon (Dj Antoine Vs Mad Mark 2k21 Mix) 17:40 Vize & Alan Walker Feat. Leony, Edward Artemyev - Space Melody (Edward Artemyev) 17:34 Leftfield - Melt 17:31 Sum Wave - Milkyway 17:26 Frank Borell - Epic Dreams (Fifty Shades Of Dreams Mix) 17:23 Blank & Jones Feat. Kyle Pearce - All Of Me 17:16 Beyhude - Akasha 17:14 Zonderling Feat. Josh Cumbee & Damon Sharpe - Lifetime 17:11 Feder & Ofenbach Feat. Dawty Music - Call Me Papi 17:08 Eli & Fur - Come Back Around 17:02 Maestro & Cabal - Clifton Bay 16:58 Kid Massive, Yuji Ono, Dtale - Pray (Wolf Krew Remix) 16:53 Cecilia Krull - Agnus Dei (Benny Benassi & Bb Team Remix) 16:48 Agnostica - Lost 16:46 Buchs Feat. Nokyo - Cheverolet 16:41 David Guetta, Robin Schulz, Cheat Codes - Shed A Light (Blank & Jones Remix) 16:38 Rita Ora Feat. Alesso - Anywhere 16:33 Avira & Kiko Franco Feat. Nathan Nicholson) - Ocean 16:28 Bush - Letting The Cables Sleep (The N.o.w. Remix) 16:21 Boral Kibil & Gulec - Lost Language 16:18 Lost Frequencies Feat. Love Harder - Beat Of My Heart 16:14 Chris Coco - Letter From Erika 16:06 Mashk & Soul Button - Pensées 15:59 Hraach Feat. Iveta Mukuchyan - Sarer Jan 15:52 Hraach - Delirio 15:48 Klangperlenspiel & Puzzls - Kyoto (Wish You'd Move On) 15:44 Above & Beyond Feat. Justine Suissa - Little Something 15:41 Lucas Estrada, Twopilots - Bloom 15:36 Dreamerproject - Horizons (Glenn Main Remix) 15:34 Wave Wave Feat. Lena Sue - Repeating 15:30 Topic Feat. Nico Santos - Home 15:26 2raumwohnung - Wir Werden Sehen (Paul Kalkbrenner Remix) 15:22 Madonna - Nothing Really Matters 15:14 Super Flu - Mygut (Solomun Remix) 15:12 Nathan Evans - Wellerman (220 Kid X Billen Ted Remix) 15:08 Burak Yeter Feat. Danelle Sandova - Tuesday 15:04 Magnofield - Lupino 15:02 R3hab & Marnik - Candyman 14:58 Zhu - Faded 14:52 Goa Foundation - (I Just) Died In Your Arms Tonight 14:48 Robert Manos - Silver 14:44 Air - You Make It Easy 14:41 Vize & Leony - Dolly Song (Devil's Cup) 14:39 Mahalo - High Life 14:33 Channel 2 Feat. Tanya - Soulout 14:30 Ac Venture - Rain In Spain (Roberto Sol Remix) 14:27 M22 - Good To Be Loved 14:23 Nora En Pure - Epiphany 14:18 Mr.da-nos - San Francisco 2k20 14:10 Framewerk - Electric Religion 14:05 Lazy Hammbock - Surround Me 14:02 Moby - My Only Love 13:54 Andre Rizo - Hang 13:51 Gamper & Dadoni - Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! 13:47 Golden Tone Radio - Glück 13:42 Esteban Garcia Junior - Deep Blue 13:40 Minelli, Filatov & Karas Remi - Rampampam 13:34 Good Guy Mikesh Feat. Filburt - Place Of Love (Mp Edit) 13:28 Bliss - End Titles 13:21 Monolink - Don't Hold Back 13:15 Antennasia - First Flight (Lemongrass Remix) 13:08 Bay Area - Dolphin Rider (Pianodreamsession) 13:06 Edx - Ecletric (Mixed) 13:00 Aaron Mcclelland, Marianne - Lets Get Physical (Touch & Go Laidback Dub) 12:57 Nora Van Elken - Okinawa 12:54 Consoul Trainin Feat. Steven Aderinto & Duoviolins - Obsession 12:49 Lux - Northern Lights 12:46 Blank & Jones Feat. Jan Loechel - Beautiful Life 12:43 Mike Candys & Séb Mont - What's On Your Mind 12:36 Claptone - No Eyes Feat. Jaw 12:33 Backstreet Boys - Chances (Instrumental) 12:29 Schiller & Peter Heppner - Leben... I Feel You 12:25 Patrick Baker - Call Me Up (Original Mix) 12:22 Chaël Feat Kaii - Don't Speak 12:18 Kygo & Whitney Houston - Higher Love 12:11 Atb - No Fate 12:06 Lstn - Times Of Sorrow 11:59 Stan Kolev, Yuji Ono - Try (Original Mix) 11:55 Portishead - Revenge Of The Number 11:53 Neptunica & Lunax - We Don't Even Talk Anymore 11:50 Depeche Mode - Uselink 11:48 Max Johann & Layrz - Tell It To My Heart 11:45 The Alan Parsons Project - The Turn Of A Friendly Card 11:37 Burudu - Sun Theory (Original Mix) 11:34 Mike Candys & Jack Holiday - Saltwater (Rework) 11:30 Above & Beyond Feat. Zoe Johnston - We're All We Need 11:26 Wamdue Project - King Of My Castle 11:19 Firtz Kalkbrenner - Golden (Fideles Remix) 11:16 Rihanna Feat. Mikky Ekko - Stay 11:12 Kygo With Avicii & Sandro Cavazza - Forever Yours (Tribute) 11:08 Gardenstate & Bien - The Best Part 11:02 Guenter Haas - Look Inside Yourself 10:57 Atb & Anova - Route 66 10:54 Wave Wave Feat. Evie - Real 10:50 State Of Sound - Wake Up Where You Are 10:48 Hugel - Can't Love Myself (Feat. Mishaal& Lpw) 10:43 Three Drives On A Vinyl - Greece 2000 (Sebastian Davidson & Melosense Remix) 10:38 Maa, Seven24, R.i.b. - Frozen 10:34 Alina Baraz & Galimatias - Fantasy (Felix Jaehn Remix) 10:32 Möwe - Bad Intentions 10:27 Beth Orton - Central Reservation 10:23 Alok Feat. John Martin - Wherever You Go 10:20 Sam Feldt - Be My Lover 10:17 Tomas Skyldeberg - Chillin With You 10:10 Blond:ish Feat. Shawni - Wizard Of Love 10:05 Espresso Del Lago - Come On 09:58 Armen Miran - Nani Jan 09:56 Steve Forest, Te Pai - Never Gonna Give You Up 09:49 Relaxraum - Endless Horizons 09:46 Chicane Feat. Bryan Adams - Don't Give Up 09:41 Schiller & Tricia Mcteague - Guardian Angel 09:37 Mandalay - Beautiful 09:34 Majestic & Boney M. - Rasputin 09:31 Ck West - Aldebaran 2021 09:26 Armin Van Buuren, System F - Exhale (Tim Besamusca's Lounge Mix) 09:24 Sans Souci - Fenton 09:15 Tactful - No Fear 09:12 Vamero & Lizot - Bleeding Love 09:03 Blond:ish Feat. Bahramji - Omnipresent 09:00 Klingande, Stevie Appleton - Sinner 08:57 Edx Feat. Jess Ball - Take Me Home 08:53 Loud Luxury - Cold Feet 08:49 Bebo Best & The Super Lounge Orchestr - Come As You Are 08:46 Klingande, Wrabel - Big Love 08:35 Monkey Safari - Hi Life (Cheeky Bold Cover) 08:30 Kosheen - Hungry 08:26 Fritz Kalkbrenner - Daylight Is Falling 08:23 Shapov & Avian Grays Feat. Kifi - Light Up The World 08:17 Mahoroba - Soft Breeze (On Air Mix) 08:14 Jan Blomqvist & Bloom Twins - High On Beat (Sofi Tukker Remix) 08:08 Mads Arp Featuring Julie Harrington - Alive 08:02 Rodg - Heights 07:57 Monolink - Harlem River 07:54 Blank & Jones - Fall In Love 07:50 Paul Oakenfold, Bolier, Luis Fonsi - The World Can Wait (Bolier Remix) 07:48 Alle Farben & Flynn - I Need To Know 07:44 Armin Van Buuren & Garibay Feat. Olaf Blackwood - I Need You 07:41 Nora En Pure - Sign Of The Times 07:35 Twocolors - Together 07:30 Nor Elle - Dubsolution 07:26 Armin Van Buuren Feat. Jake Reese - Need You Now 07:23 Kyla La Grange - Cut Your Teeth 07:19 Alphawezen - Gai Soleil 07:16 Nora Van Elken - Heaven Is A Place On Earth 07:11 Orbient - Transition 07:07 Christopher Von Deylen - Heliotrope 07:03 Sanah - Invisible Dress (Maro Music X Skytech Remix) 07:00 Era - Ameno 06:53 Hraach & Armen Miran - Nowhere 06:50 Lost Frequencies & Mathieu Koss - Don't Leave Me 06:41 Worakls - Nocturne 06:39 Hbz, Anna Grey & Agent Zed - Aloha Hey 06:32 Consolidation Feat. Moguai - Ode To Joy 06:29 Blank & Jones Feat. Coralie Clément - Jardin D'hiver 06:26 Together Alone - Let Go 06:19 Rìfìs Du Sol - On My Knees (Oliver Schories Remix) 06:14 Arnej - People Come, People Go (Chillout Mix) 06:10 Ec Twins, Oda Loves You - Wonderful Life 06:07 Sixth Finger - If I Can't Have You 06:04 Sans Souci - Condor 05:59 Hein Klein & Cheyenne - Every Breath You Take 05:54 Loui & Scibi Feat. Nuwella - Your Love (Ian Tosel Remix) 05:51 Armin Van Buuren Feat. Angel Taylor - Make It Right (Trinix Remix) 05:48 Kygo & Tina Turner - What's Love Got To Do With It 05:43 Croquet Club - Awake 05:40 Topic Feat. Nico Santos) - Home (Alle Farben Remix) 05:37 Alex Zind Feat. Lisa Schwab - Cruel Summer 05:29 Pet Shop Boys - Love Etc. (Gui Boratto Mix) 05:22 Beyhude - Alabora 05:17 Rìfìs Du Sol - Alive (Anyma Remix) 05:12 Lux - Golden 05:09 Bernward Koch - Flowing Colors 05:06 Edx - Missing 05:03 Alan Walker Ahrix - End Of Time 04:59 The Hitmen - Turn Off The Lights 04:55 The Alan Parsons Project - Lucifer 04:51 Arty Feat. Cimo Fränkel - Daydreams (Sultan Shepard Echoes) 04:48 Nora En Pure - Life On Hold 04:44 Kygo Feat. Maty Noyes - Stay 04:38 Röyksopp & Jamie Irrepressible - The Next Day (Mind Against Remix) 04:33 Robin Schulz - Moonlit Sky (With The Void Pacific Choir) 04:30 Lissa, Freddy Verano - Move Like Me 04:24 Airstream - Your Tears (Del Mar Mix) 04:19 Shakedown - At Night (Afterlife Remix) 04:15 Xillions - Somebody Like Me 04:10 Lyke - Stay With Me 04:05 Alex Christensen & The Berlin Orchestra - Infinity 04:03 Tiësto & Karol G - Don't Be Shy 04:00 Le Shuuk Feat. Xilions - Goodbye 03:56 Elmara - Sky In Your Eyes 03:52 Trinix - Vision Deluxe 03:46 Deep Dive Corp. & Setsuna - Transatlantic 03:44 Julian Perretta - Miracle 03:41 R3hab X Lukas Graham - Most People 03:39 Sum Wave - Passing Clouds 03:34 Ganga - Time Spent 03:30 Cosmic Soul & Tom Novy - Like A Dream 03:27 Nora En Pure - Branches 03:25 Lost Frequencies Feat. James Blunt - Melody 03:19 Röyksopp Feat. Susanne Sundfør - If You Want Me 03:15 Kadebostany - Save Me 03:12 Sans Souci - Take My Breath Away (Original Mix) 03:09 Lunax & Zana - Gone Tomorrow 03:03 Camiel - Take Me To This Place 02:57 Monolink - Otherside (Club Mix) 02:54 Trinix - Soweto 02:49 Rodg - Life Is Life (Chill Mix) 02:45 Mandala Dreams - Mirror Lake 02:39 Lamb - Wonder 02:34 Fous De La Mer - Conmigo 02:31 Dizkodude & Dj Antoine - Your Eyes (Dj Antoine Vs Mad Mark 2k21 Summer Mix) 02:29 Dj Antoine & Flip Capella Feat. Evelyn - Dark Love 02:25 Federico Aubele - Postales 02:22 Gestört Aber Geil & Anna Grey - Thank You 02:18 Minnie Riperton - Lovin' You 02:13 Enui - Adieu (Arielle Lb Remix) 02:09 Thomas Gold Feat. Bright Sparks - Seventeen 02:05 Stone Van Brooken, Henri Pfr - Tarida (Original Mix) 02:01 Lstn - Floral Decor 01:57 Sons Of Maria - Elevate 01:53 Thievery Corporation - Bario Alto 01:49 John Summit & Hayla - Where You Are 01:38 Cell - Above The Clouds (Live Version) 01:35 Loud Luxury & Bryce Vine - I'm Not Alright 01:32 Brando - Don't Call Me (Galantis Remix) 01:28 Dvine - Unknown Reality 01:23 Chris Malinchak - So Good To Me 01:20 Twopilots - Take My Breath Away 01:17 Blank & Jones - Wyb (Deeper) 01:14 Italobrothers - Stay 01:10 Claptone Feat. Dizzy - Queen Of Ice Queen Of Ice 01:05 Nardis - Sunrise 01:01 Pretty Pink Feat. Mark V - Don't Dance 00:58 Shaun Frank & Takis Feat. Shells - Don't Say I Love You 00:52 Sven Van Hees - Ocean Jive 00:49 Alok, Zeeba And Iro - Ocean 00:47 Alok Feat. Alida - Love Again 00:43 The Chainsmokers & Coldplay - Something Just Like This 00:41 James Carter & Ofenbach Feat. James Blunt - Can't Forget You 00:34 Avira & Diana Miro - The Worship (Mark Knight Extended) 00:30 Mr. Probz - Waves 00:28 Tiësto & Ty Dolla $ign - The Business, Pt. Ii 00:23 Boozoo Bajou - Lava 00:20 Munich Monstrs - Shine 00:17 Nto (Fr) Feat. Sofiane Pamart - Invisible (Piano Version) 00:13 Klangperlenspiel - Before The Sunrise 00:09 Sum Wave - Goodbye Earth 00:08 Christopher Von Deylen - Arco Iris 00:03 Lelo - On Your Mind (Lemongrass India Mix)

[themorningsunshine]

Silver Jewellery

Moodboard Masterlist

Pairing - Mattheo Riddle x f!reader

This is for @the-slumberparty​ ‘s Week 3 Creator event : Artistic Liberty  

My prompt was silver jewellery and some popped up slytherin themed jewelleries later, I made this.

[briannafrostgirl]

Who Would Win in a Fight?

My Son John

Pros:

Tall and slim

Has a leg for every limb (potentially unlimited amount of legs, as a leg is also a limb)

Denounces foreign wars (based)

Cons:

Can't win a race with a cannon ball

VS.

Moby Duck

Pros:

Nightmare-inducing beak

Monstrous wingspan

Strikes fear into the hearts of men

Specifically skilled at removing limbs from sailors

Approximately 17'10" tall*

Cons:

Weak against harpoons (common sailor weapon)

Tastes delicious with hoisin sauce and pancakes (motivation for enemies)

*According to the song, Moby Duck is "twice the size of any man." The world's tallest man, Robert Wadlow was 8'11" - meaning that, in order to be twice his size, Moby Duck would have to reach the intimidating height of almost 18 feet.

[taegularities]

miss ru, omg?? 🥺 plssss, i'm happy it wasn't weird bc for a sec i was like... bro are they being too dramatic LMAO. love that you're intrigued bc atm we know just as much as jk does!! so let's steer towards the answer to the riddle and a hopefully delicious backstory together with him 😁

also, i ADORE how you pointed out that there's smth ugly about the situation bc wow, you're right. there's quite some ugliness in this, so let's prepare :') here's to more of the colour green lol!!! tysm roo, you're the sweetest and i hope you like the full thing 🤍

entertainer (teaser) | jjk (m)

Summary: Growing singer Jeon Jungkook is as charismatic as he is self-absored – that is, until he meets you. Caught in a web of secrets, he finds a riddle in you he urges to solve; even ready to turn the spotlight towards you until nothing remains… but regret.

➳ pairing: Jungkook x reader ➳ rating: 18+ ➳ genre: strangers to lovers (or something); angst, bits of fluff, smut ➳ warnings: do not fall for this jk i repeat do not f– 🚨 he's kinda hot though; (not so) silent yearning, flirting, sexual tension, he is so attracted to her :'), mystery, oc is a big question mark, full jk pov!, dark past(s), crying, fear, confrontation and fighting, cocky kook, secrets and revelations, explicit sexual content (kissing, fingering, teasing, drunk shenanigans, sooo much lust, big dick jk, etc.), more warnings on drop day once the fic is finished!! not much for the teaser itself, though <3 ➳ wc: 1.8k :') (around 20k for the full thing) ➳ a/n: scratches head. this has been a long time coming and i'm beyond curious how y'all will like it :') very new and experimental, so let's see how it goes!! as always, drop a message to lmk what you think of this lil glimpse, i'll be waiting with dangling feet hehe!! <3

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“Why are you the textbook definition of a fuckboy, honestly.”

“Fuckbo—”

“Nevermind.”

If he wasn’t well acquainted with this little game, he would’ve missed your subtle, nearly veiled intent to tease. But he’s done that a million times before — hence, catches the faint twitch of your gorgeous lips immediately.

You’re enjoying this. So he should join… right?

Yet.

You’re not being entirely insincere. In fact, he hates how he picks up on the note of truth in your velvety voice.

Trimmed nails scratch the back of his head, and he barely notices once the two of you halt in front of another piece of work. Distracted, he doesn’t bear the art any mind, instead asking, “You really think of me like that?”

You shrug a shoulder. Nonchalance a constant feature, but so natural, even somewhat gentle, that he can’t help but feel drawn to you. “A little.”

“Well, shit.”

“Don’t overthink it. Enjoy the art.”

“Sure.”

Reluctantly, he glances to the canvas. It’s a mess of hues; a random arrangement of spontaneous emotions. Resembles the masterpieces he used to create in Microsoft Paint, back when his legs would still dangle off the chair.

“So,” he starts, nodding towards the painting, “what do you see in this?”

You hesitate. Or maybe it’s not hesitation — more like… a thinking pause. Sometimes, when Jungkook notices a whirring mind, he sees a steaming brain through a skull. Working at full blast.

But somehow, he only recognises a tranquil ocean as he observes you gather your thoughts. Everything about you is tender, but wrapped in dark mystery.

How much mental training does it require to become this inscrutable?

When you finally speak, you’re saying similarly odd things.

“I see… colours.” Right. Stating the obvious. Jungkook chuckles, delivering a head tilt. “And am wondering how the painter got to create this at all. I mean, this looks so meaningless at first, doesn’t it?”

“But it’s not, yeah?”

“We’re fast to think that. Most of the time, there must be a trigger, or a thought on something, no matter how small. Something might have been bothering him. This is—” A hand gestures towards the painting. “Such a chaotic mind.”

Interesting…

“Is this what you usually think about all day?” Jungkook wonders.

You scoff. “I’m just a person, too. I think about a lot of random things.”

“Ahhh. Like what?”

“Like… seeing all the green in this exhibition made me realise how that colour makes me cry.”

Jungkook takes a haphazard look around. Now that you say it — there’s no hint of a nature theme, but the abundance of green is striking. It’s as calm as you. No wonder you’d immerse yourself in a showcase such as this.

You continue, as if tracing and reading his mind like an open novel, “It’s soothing, right? And unique. These earthly things sometimes make me feel like not all of us are deserving of seeing such beauty. Like it should be reserved for those who've earned it.”

Earned it? How? 

Jungkook can’t see your thoughts as clearly as you’re apparently capable of doing, but he has an inkling of what you might mean. Truly dazzling souls merit the stunning bloom of the world, right?

And then…

If that’s what it is.

He wonders — do you think he deserves to see the colour green? Or is it already over if he has to ask? Perhaps, should he be perceiving it as grey right now? He doesn’t know.

He doesn’t know how you think of him — doesn’t know anything about you at all. You’re a tough nut to crack. 

“Hmm… that’s a way to think about it,” he says.

“Only because it’s the same for people. And I’ve had this thought about humans a lot… I…” You hesitate, blink, and then grant him your gaze. “I knew someone who was the colour green. Not everyone deserved them, either.”

Someone…

Poetic minds carry a certain pain in their eyes.

He’s been seeing it in yours. He just doesn’t know how to handle it. So he doesn’t. Yet.

Instead, he asks, “What else are you thinking about?”

“Uhmmm,” you voice, straightening your back a little, as if waking up from a dream — a nightmare? “I’ve been thinking about trying that, too. Painting, I mean. It doesn’t have to mean anything or be good. Just a great way to capture something that resonates with what I feel.”

Every word you’ve uttered today was otherworldly. You didn’t talk like this when you were at the meeting, or in his office. Your soul is somewhat free-floating here, and he doesn’t understand why.

And it’s a behaviour he usually strays away from. The vulnerable ones can be dangerous.

But somehow… you’re too strong of a magnet.

One who shrugs all the puzzles away — and he sighs in despair. Maybe it’s not time to find out what you feel just yet. What resonates with you — even though he’s dying to hear it.

He inquires, “Are you always this much of an open book?”

“No. Not at all.” Of course not. Rhetoric question — he knows this much. “But I like thinking out loud sometimes.”

“I’m glad to be a sounding board then.”

“Hah. Well, I was also thinking how I appreciate that I met you here.” Pause. Oh? What a surprise. Strokes his ego, though. And then, out of the blue again, “You wanna go to the museum restaurant?”

Jungkook has barely inhaled half of the exhibition yet. But just for today, he couldn’t care less.

Perhaps this is enough for now, visiting the overpriced restaurant, watching you from afar as you inspect your nails calmly. You’re not busy on your phone like the rest of the crowd — entertained by the same media that he’s part of.

Maybe he can be a bigger part of their lives one day — be the one flitting over their screens, the one they adore. The one they worship.

But you don’t seem to indulge in those mind-numbing devices for now. You might be an addition to his team, but privately, you float in your own world. Distracted by the thoughts you won’t disclose.

Your hands retreat, arms crossing on the table and lips curling into a smile once he strolls back to you. Satisfied, he informs you, “One cake to go with the coffee. As the lady suggested.”

“Oh. One?” you ask, “Don’t you want one?”

“I do.”

“So…” You stall, and he waits until it clicks, your head tilting in understanding. “Are we sharing?”

Jungkook lifts a thumb, pointing over his shoulder, back to the register, “Those chocolate cakes are sweet as hell. I’ve got a sweet tooth, but believe that it’ll be enough for us two.”

You laugh — a candied, disarming chuckle before you breathe an, “Alright.”

Jungkook doesn’t know you well enough to feel any skip of his heart; yet, you stir something else in his mind. While he does avoid them, it’s still always people like you who intrigue him the most — those who veil themselves in a coat of secrets.

He sighs.

“That was fast,” you note, eyes at a point behind him.

And he understands when the waitress arrives a couple moments later, serving two perfectly prepared cappuccinos and a mouth-watering chocolate fudge piece.

You thank her with a gentle smile, and tuck a hair behind your ear, fingertips grazing your dangling silver earring.

And he watches.

Watches as you nod towards him, urging him, “Start then.”

Observes your smile as he signals you to start instead. And he gazes at you as your delicate digits reach for the fork, tearing off a piece, wrapping your lips around the utensil.

And then… oh God.

He feels his guts twist; hears all background noise fade; blood rushing away from his head.

All the way through his body as you slowly relish the sweetness and then drag the wet tip of your tongue over the fork. Licking away the leftover chocolate.

Jungkook swears it happens in slow motion. And witnessing your elegance in snail’s pace… makes him sick.

When your eyelashes flutter, gape lifting to meet his, the sound around him comes alive again — as does he. He averts his stare from your mouth, covered in the same colour as the coffee, but you notice.

You catch him looking. And it makes you… smile? Shit.

But you don’t boast your effect; only digress as you say, “Well… tastes as fancy as it looks. Try.”

You’re as relaxed with him as you can be. But you always are; with everyone. He craves that bit that’s only reserved for him — and maybe he’s too zealous too fast. He hasn’t known you for long.

Making you smile must be an achievement, though, right? If only… you didn’t think of him like…

He nods, and then leans over the table ever-so-slightly. His knees brush against yours, a soft but deliberate move. He places an elbow on the table, grasping the fork, close to you. If he lifted his hand, he could touch your cheek.

He wishes he could.

His eyes meet yours through his bangs, the cake’s taste irrelevant to your presence. And when his ego doesn’t let him live, he finally asks, almost as if insulted, “Do you actually perceive me as a fuckboy?”

The question catches you off guard. You hesitate, furrowing your eyebrows, and then giggle before questioning back, “Jungkook… that’s bothering you this much? Mmmh. How would you like to be perceived?”

“Just. As a decent guy who wants to get to know you. And I know you know.” You blink, but he doesn’t buy it. So he elaborates, “I’ve been trying to make clear that I find you interesting. And somewhat attractive.”

People usually display a flicker of glimmer in their eyes upon hearing such praise. But you don’t budge; in fact, your eyes remain the same, if not a little darker. Why?

Yet, you cock an eyebrow, sporting a teasing, playful tone, “Somewhat, hm?”

He shakes his head, clicks his tongue.

“You’re pretty and I think you know,” he blurts, “and I don’t want to screw up right away.”

Is it the habit of never failing; getting what he wants? The urge to solve an enigma? The chance to dive into you until you’re bared to him? Why are you so interesting to him?

You’re just a person.

Maybe it’s just the unsettling need to discover what you’re hiding — it won’t let him rest. There’s something about you that screams to him to unravel. 

He doesn’t know what it is. Doesn’t know if you’re even from the same world as him — even though you seem to have crossed his realm before.

No matter what it is; Jungkook only understands for now that he wants to take off your layers.

Wants you to be the colour green for him. 

wrote most of it now and while sick, so it might change hehe! but i hope it's okay so far, and it shall only get better!! i'm so so excited for this, like i've been working on it and putting thought into it since october, so i hope it's worth the wait <3

as always, send your thoughts, questions, complaints lol lemme know what you think or i might perish sniff. super curious to know!! also, here's the taglistttt 🤍 love and appreciate you all <3