#she turns into the barbie dream car

[robobrainrot]

Apparently I never posted my Beloved Minicon;

Barbiegirl

Barbiegirl (she/her) is vain and fun. Think of the stereotype of a 2000s era popular girl. Her life in plastic IS fantastic! She's a teen queen. Shes that girl. She's everything.

She could also be considered a botbot I guess. I KNOW thats not the same as a minicon but I made this character like 2 years ago so don't get too caught up in the logistics. I picture her standing at around 1ft tall, but I guess she could be anywhere between 8inches to 2ft tall.

BG is quickly becoming a fan favorite on Art-fight. So I was reminded that I should probably share her with Tumblr aswell~ 💖

[erinfern0]

simon "ghost" riley as a father

dad!simon spent endless hours building the tiny furniture and painting the nursery walls. Of course, all the equipment was picked by you, as he didn't really have a taste for those things. If he were to choose, the room would end up looking like shit.

dad!simon who smiled the whole time as you folded the new clothes and blankets, stealing some of them to feel the fuzzy material, so calming to his growing anxiety.

dad!simon dreamed of this day for so long, but couldn't help the knot in his stomach at the idea of actually being a father. The fear of turning out to be the same as his old man was disgusting, but never left his mind.

dad!simon who discussed every thought and decision with his therapist, making sure he was really prepared. Coming back after every session, he'd sit down with you and discuss everything, being so happy to feel your touch and reassuring words.

dad!simon who thinks it's a true miracle that he lived so long to carry his little kid home. Holding their tiny body in his arms, the love of his life beside him as he stepped into the house.

and now:

girldad!simon who is completely smitten with his little girl, those huge eyes staring at him as if he was some sort of angel.

girldad!simon spends his free time studying how to style her hair, different ponytails and braids, all depending on his princess's wishes

girldad!simon who lets her color in all of his tattoos, watching her trembly hands holding the newest set of body markers.

girldad!simon who teaches her how to defend herself from a very young age, starting with simple lessons on assertiveness and boundaries, through various self-defend practices.

girldad!simon who spoils her rotten, he just can't deny that pouty little face whenever he tells her no. He has his limits, but most of the time she gets all the dresses, toys, and ribbons she gets.

girldad!simon gets a tattoo of her favorite stuffed animal somewhere on his body.

girldad!simon who encourages her passions, especially when it comes to sports because that's one of the few he has any expertise on. He spends a lot of time getting to know others, so he always has topics to talk about.

girldad!simon who feels pity towards any possible love interest that might even think of hurting his little girl.

girldad!simon is often seen walking around the park, holding her hand at all times. All his scary mysteriousness disappears the moment she talks to him, Simon just turns into the sweetest parent in seconds.

girldad!simon always kneels down in front of her so she feels taller.

girldad!simon will watch any show or movie she wants, doesn't matter how 'girly' it is. Secretly enjoys Barbie movies.

girldad!simon watching her grow up and getting into make-up makes him feel very happy, but nostalgic. Reminding himself that not so long ago she was running around and playing with little bugs.

girldad!simon who always drives her around, a personal taxi driver whenever she wants to hang out with her friends.

and:

boydad!simon who focuses on making sure his boy doesn't pick the same field of work as him, no matter how much his boy idolizes him.

boydad!simon who spends most of his time with his son outside, running, playing soccer, or building him some DIY shelters around the house with branches, leaves, and stones. (my ass can't get this out of my head, such a stereotypical polish childhood)

boydad!simon who adores his boy's interest in the military, but like I said, always reminds him to pick something else. This doesn't stop him from spending hours talking about little details and stories.

boydad!simon spoils him by buying him little cars, wooden models, and sports equipment.

boydad!simon makes sure not to push his boy too much into the toxic masculinity he had to grow up with. His son can be as expressive and sensitive as he wants, there's no one to stop him.

boydad!simon who becomes his son's best friend and savior whenever he has nightmares.

boydad!simon tries to be on-trend with electronic devices, spending lots of time to learn how to play his son's favorite video games whenever the little one is asleep, so he can help him if he struggles with a mission/achievement.

boydad!simon who has to make sure his son is a responsible person, giving him adequate punishments so he doesn't think there are no consequences to his actions.

boydad!simon studies dinosaurs just because his son finds them oh so cool. After reading some articles, he finds himself fascinated with them too, sharing all the facts and sources for them.

overall:

dad!simon would do anything to keep his child safe. He'd let the world burn if it meant his little one was the happiest kid on the planet.

dad!simon gets anxious if his kids don't answer him immediately, so he made sure their phones have their locations turned on all the time.

dad!simon doesn't argue with you around the kids, any serious discussion is only between the two of you, so in case emotions take over they never witness it.

dad!simon thinks it's crucial to show up, so he rushes from his deployment to make it to his child's school play or graduation, just to be able to support them.

dad!simon encourages his kids to go and see a psychologist, even if they don't struggle with much. He understands that there are just things important to talk about, but the kid might not want to open up in front of their parents about everything.

dad!simon turned out to be the father his old man could never be. In his kids' eyes, he's a true hero and the best dad they could have.

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rambunctious[part i]

Jaime Reyes x F!Reader

Rosa Alejandra L/n-Reyes, one year old, time having went by so fast. She’s a adorable rambunctious babbling and talkative baby. Despite her only knowing, ‘mama’ ‘dada’ ‘bye bye’. Other than that she wakes around wobbling on her little feet.

Walking around the Reyes household catching everyone’s attention at how adorable she is. Watching as she walks around with her tiny legs, or she starts playing with her toys in the living room.

“Rosa~ are you excited to see daddy today!” [Y/n] cooed, as she walked over towards her daughter sitting on the ground playing with her toys. She turned to look at her mother, “Dada!” She exclaimed excitedly, clapping her hands and reaching out towards her mother.

She picked her up kissing her little girl on the cheek. While the Reyes’ pulled into Rudy’s Truck. [Y/n] opened the backseat of her car and placed her daughter into her car seat buckling her in, and making sure she’s secure. Before getting behind the wheel and driving towards the airport.

……

“Dada!!” Rosa shouted, reaching out for him. Jaime excitedly dropped everything and smiled, “There’s Mi princesita,” He exclaimed, taking her from his girlfriend’s arm and kissing her on the cheek and playfully tickling her.

“I’ve missed you so much.” He said, and [Y/N] watched folding her arms across her chest. “Yeah I missed you too,” She said to him. He immediately looked up walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her, planting a kiss on the side of her head. “I missed you too mi amor,” he whispered to her, she smiled pulling back planting a quick kiss on his lips.

“Dada!” Rosa shouted placing her hands on her fathers face. Giggling causing Jaime to chuckle. As he took his girlfriend’s hand and walked towards the car.

Jaime decided to ride with his daughter and girlfriend. Sitting in the back with his daughter who gave him a show. “You’re getting so big Rosa,” He exclaimed, looking at his daughter she giggled.

Babbling acting like she’s having a conversation with her father, “No, really?”

“Oh no!”

“Y/n,are you hearing what I’m hearing?”

She chuckled, “I sure am.” She responded looking up at the mirror for a moment. Keeping her eyes on the road as they drove towards the taco restaurant. “oh, I think Rosa pooped her pants.” Jaime said, smiling as he booped his daughter tiny nose.

“Poop.” Rosa said, bursting out into laughter. “She’s definitely your daughter.” [Y/n] said, to Jaime.

After changing her diaper and ordering their food. Rosa squealed at how delicious her food was, as she at the chopped up beef.

She looked at her father curiously as he ate his taco. He turned towards her smiling and made a goofy face, causing her to laugh. She then immediately went back to eating her food, grabbing her sippy cup and drinking her watered down apple juice.

“Wow, you must’ve been hungry.” [Y/n] said, looking at her daughter who frowned at her finished plate. Sill hungry, for such a tiny human with a tiny stomach she sure does have a big appetite.

“Okay okay, here you can finish mommy’s food.” She said, cutting up what little was left of her food giving it to her daughter. She babbled excitedly, grabbing the food with her hands and shoving it into her mouth.

“Okay he’s had his tacos.” Milagro said, wanting to finally break the ice on everything that the family had been keeping from Jaime. Jaime was confused as everything was dumped onto him. The auto shop having closed, his dad heartattack, they are about to lose the house.

_____time skip____

‘Sun goes down and we are here together’

‘Fireflies glow like a thousand charms’

[Y/n] sang quietly while rocking her daughter to sleep in her arms. Her daughter absolutely loved it when she sang songs from her childhood. Particularly Barbie as The Island Princess, whenever she put it on she would clap her hands and laugh excitedly.

“Stay with me and you can dream forever”

“Right here in my arms tonight”

She looked out the window while rocking her to sleep, and she continued to fuss. She always had trouble sleeping meaning extra time for her to try and get her to fall asleep. In all honesty , she wished Jaime were down her to help her fall asleep so she could get her much needed break.

But with everything he’s now stressed out about after it was all dumped on him after returning. He needed some time to think on how he was possibly going to help out his family.

Rosa opened her eyes unable to fall asleep, her mother quickly shushed her in a soothing voice. Carefully rubbing her back while quietly humming the song.

“It's magic when you are here beside me”

“Close your eyes and let me hold you tight”

Rosa whimpered and her mother at down on Jaime’s bed. Continuing to sooth their daughter, “Shh Shh, it’s okay sweetie.” She soothed, as she continued to hum while looking out the window at the bright lights of the skylines and skyscrapers.

She looked down at Rosa who started to nod off, she smiled softly placing a kiss on her forehead. Gently running her fingers through her black curls, before standing up walking towards the crib crammed into the tiny corner of the room.

“Everything that I could ever need is”

“Right here in my arms tonight”

She sang, gently placing her in her crib before slowly backing out of the room. “La la la, la la la.” She whispered, while turning off the light and turning on the battery operated night light and lullaby player.

a/n: sorry for the abrupt end

[old-acc-gaylorscatmeredith]

Hits different is the most explicitly gay song Taylor has ever released

'Bet I could still melt your world, argumentative, antithetical dream girl' she is directly addressing her dream girl here. She's saying she could melt the dream girl's world. Literally what else could that possibly mean?

'I used to switch out these Kens' for what? It could be she's referring to men as Kens because she plays with them like dolls, but specifically 'switch out' rather than 'play with' implies she's switched them out for something else, like another Barbie - something I've found to be a common experience among girls who like girls.

Also 'asshole outlaw' reminds me of her country roots, and country music is generally very homophobic and sexist. She used to comply by these standards and mindsets but not anymore. Now, 'don't need another metaphor, its simple enough' she doesn't need to disguise it as friendship, instead she's writing song explicitly about this dream girl who she's in love with and skipping the metaphors for other more direct references:

Like references to other songs too, like mentions of summer because of Cruel Summer with 'freedom felt like summer ... now the sun burns'. 'I snuck in through the garden gate every night that summer just to seal my fate' when the only garden gate Taylor's been seen around is Karlie's. The matching lyric: 'I'm drunk in the back of the car and I cried like a baby coming home from the bar' matches with 'I never don't cry at the bar ... I slur your name 'til someone puts me in a car' she's drunk and says 'Karlie' or 'Kar' which is mistaken for 'car'.

A New Romantics reference too, which is such a gay anthem I could write a whole other post about it. 'Like waiting for a bus that never comes' is to me a weirdly out of place lyric just like 'we wait for trains that just aren't coming'.

I'd even argue 'I heard your key turn in the door down the hallways/Is it okay? Is it you?/Or have they come to take me away?' is asking if interacting with Karlie at all is okay to do at all, if she can focus on the public drama about them actually being about her and Karlie, when all she can think about is being found out and taken away from her fame and reputation.

Then of course 'each bar plays our song nothing has ever felt so wrong' meaning 'their song' must be a popular and mainstream song to be played at bars so often, or more broadly could mean mainstream love songs in general which are mostly straight and don't feel right to her for some reason. Her friends tell her that's okay because 'love is a lie' but she knows they're only saying it to make her feel better, when that's not the real reason why 'moving on was always easy'.

Despite all the men she never really liked and the love that never felt right to her, this one person 'hits different'. You as the listener have a choice, either hear she's with her dream girl and it feels right, or that she 'just needed to meet the right guy', as straight people tell lesbians their entire lives.

This has been a gaylor essay thank you for reading

[tweetracer]

In regards to Allan requests.....can i request a little something for Reader!Doll (Ken or Barbie idc) x Allan meet-cute, or anything regarding love at first sight? Thanks!!!

✨Doll!Reader x Allan✨

💖 Every day in Barbieland is perfect but today is the most perfect of perfect days because today you arrive at Barbieland! You’re one of a kind, brand new, first of your name (and with the way you were selling off the shelves you won’t be the last!) and the Barbies knew immediately that they absolutely had to throw a super awesome blowout party with a bespoke song and completely original dance choreography.

💖 It was exciting! And… maybe a little overwhelming. Your line of Dream House (“Dream Living Apartment by Mattel”) had yet to leave the assembly line so Physicist Barbie was letting you have a sleepover at her place in the interim which was so sweet of her.

💖 The two of you were putting on the final touches of your outfits for the evening (with her complimenting your hair and you praising the flattering pantsuit she’d chosen for the night) before heading to President Barbie’s Dream House where the event would be hosted with you arriving as the guest of honor.

💖 “Ohmigosh! I am just so excited for your party tonight!” Physicist Barbie reached over to grab your hand excitedly, bouncing it a few times as you let out a laugh at just how happy she was. Everything really was perfect in Barbieland, wasn’t it? “It’s not my party, Barbie! It’s President Barbie’s party!” You amended with a bashful smile.

💖 “It’s a party for you though! Your first real night in Barbieland! Ah!!!” She cheered again, waving her hands about with a huge grin as her Dream Car turned itself down the street and began to slow to stop in front of the impressive bright pink building overhead. You could only smile and laugh, somewhat embarrassed by just how nice everyone is!

💖 Carpark Ken graciously escorted you from the vehicle as you followed Physicist Barbie up the regal stairs where a set of massive pink mansion doors opened up to a huge entryway- a wall of PinkSynthFunkBubblePop music hitting your ears in a way that would have been overwhelming if you were anywhere but Barbieland.

💖 The entire party was a blur; you were swarmed by Barbies- all asking you about yourself and what you do and how much you must already love it in Barbieland and Kens who wanted to show off with the cleverly choreographed dance breaks worked into the song.

💖 It would have been exhausting but you were in Barbieland! Barbieland wasn’t exhausting!…… right? You smiled and waved goodbye to another Barbie who’d come to welcome you (her Ken right on her heels- looking like she’d hung the plastic moon in the midnight blue backdrop of a sky). You couldn’t help but feel some weird twist in your chest and, had you been anywhere but Barbieland, you would’ve sighed.

💖 You obviously didn’t have a Ken- you weren’t a Barbie, after all (something you’d had to politely remind a few Kens when they referred to you as one) so why would you have a Ken? You took another pretend-sip of the imaginary sparkling cider when Doctor Barbie spun your way- her beautiful red hair billowing out behind her as she handed you a pair of roller skates.

💖 “Come on! You’ve gotta join in the next dance- we’re doing a Starlight Express inspired Jubilee-Groove Pop number in your honor!” She extended her hand to you and you took it without a second thought despite that same little twinging feeling you felt earlier. “Thanks, Barbie!” You called out, doing a little spin that (with the help of some Barbieland magic!) resulted in you coming to a smooth stop on your roller skates!

💖 “Wow, Barbie you look so rockin’ in those skates!” Came the cheerful caw of nearby Roadie Ken decked out in a glittery denim vest with slicked back hair. “Oh my GOSH, Ken! They’re not a Barbie!” Doctor Barbie scolded even as you waved his words away with a bashful smile. “Oh…! Well you look TOTALLY ROCKIN’, Ken!” He went in for a fist bump only for Doctor Barbie to roll her eyes and grab your hand, skating towards the dance stage. “They’re not a Ken either, duhh” Barbie groaned. Roadie Ken apologized profusely (clearly confused) but was cut off at the Jubilee-Groove Pop song started up, music loud and cheerful and just so Barbie.

💖 The choreography began and you moved through it automatically- like your body knew how to do each move without you putting an effort behind it. You smiled and moved along to the music- ignoring the Totally Nonexistent Part of you that felt like this wasn’t… your scene.

💖 You spun on your wheels in a beautiful pirouette before a Ken wheeled up, taking your hand in his and following in the choreography with a big grin. He opened his mouth to say something before you felt your body whirl in another direction without your consent. The choreography sending you from partner to partner- the Kens a blur of big white shiny smiles and the Barbies each a beautiful, capable individual but none of them were the right dance partner it seemed.

💖 Your body moved on its own, switching partners with elegant dance moves that timed perfectly with the rising music. Right as the pop music swelled you closed your eyes; letting your body move on its own. You felt your body grab a hand- a new partner, your eyes opened right as the music came to a head.

💖 He was… cute. With big doe eyes and deep red hair that framed a sweet face he was… different? He followed your movements just as easily as you slipped into each other’s orbit perfectly.

💖 “You aren’t a Ken!?” You blurted out, surprised even as you spun into into his arms on one roller skate. He laughed, pretty porcelain cheeks turning a shade of pink. “Oh! No, I’m Ken’s buddy, Allan. All his clothes fit me. Are you the new Barbie?” He asked, lifting you up as the two of you stood in the middle of the dance floor- the rest of the couples moving in a perfect circle around the two of you.

💖 “They’re not a Barbie~” came the singsong voice of a dancer spinning by.

💖 “O-Oh! I’m sorry I didn’t mean!” Allan started but you waved him off with an embarrassed grin, unable to tear your eyes away from his as the lights and music seemed to float and glitter around you. “Don’t worry about it” you said gently, surprised by how breathless you sounded despite not needing to breathe.

💖 The two of you seemed to be locked in this moment together- unable to tear your eyes apart as the two of you smiled bashfully. That weird feeling you had earlier- the one that said this wasn’t your scene, the one that felt like the music was loud- the one that wanted to sigh in Barbieland seemed to dissipate as the music finished.

💖 You introduced yourself politely, still smiling as you admired the way his eyes lit up at your name. “It’s very nice to meet you, Allan.” You said, knowing you probably looked silly with how big of a grin was on your face. But it couldn’t have been that silly because his smile mirrored yours and it looked so charming on him.

💖 “So would you like to-” Allan started only to get cut off as a new song came to life, dancers rushing the floor. “WhoAH!” Allan yelped as Model Ken whipped past him, sending the redhead tumbling forwards. Without thinking you reached out, catching him without hesitation and wrapping your arms around him with a surprised gasp.

💖 You stared deeply into his eyes from where you held onto him- blinking a few times at how close the two of you were. Something in your brain told you to press forwards- you don’t know why but you just needed to press your lips against his and-

💖 “Hey! Nobel Prize Winning Journalist Barbie invited you to the after party at her place! Let’s go!” The two of you jumped apart as Doctor Barbie approached you with a big smile, immediately grabbing your hand and wheeling you in a new direction. You were stunned, almost starstruck from the handsome doll you’d just been pulled away from.

💖 You hardly noticed Doctor’s Barbie’s words but nodded along, unable to stop yourself from glancing over your shoulder at Allan, who still stood looking just as spellbound as you felt. Your eyes met through the crowd and shared a shy smile, you lifted a hand to wave goodbye at him and he did the same.

💖 Something deep inside you stirred, making your face warm and your steps feel light. You think you were going to really really like living in Barbieland.

💖 (Somewhere in the RealWorld, a little girl sat in the backseat of a car with her brand new doll and the Allan her mother had managed to find on the back of the shelf of a Goodwill last Christmas; baffled that the discontinued toy had been for sale. “Honey? Honey- don’t smush their faces together like that, remember? You have to be careful! There’s only one Allan.”)

[wpdarlingpan]

Barbie x Female Reader

❌Some Spoilers Ahead❌

Hey guys! I just watched the Barbie movie and absolutely loved it. So I had to write a short fanfic on it but if you guys like it enough I may expand on it. I wanted to write this because it seems poetic that the idea of Barbie and Ken would break apart and she can see that she isn’t confined to him or the gender after it being what was expected.

Warnings: Self-Depreciation

Every day in Barbieland was absolutely perfect. Not a hair was out of place, the sun was shining, the sky was bright plastic blue and not a Barbie was frowning.

Except one.

Stereotypical Barbie was about to leave to head into the real world, find the kid who was making her a ‘weird’ barbie, and make them see the empowerment in Barbie once more. Her Barbie friends gathered around her, saying their good lucks and goodbyes, each sounding more and more similar to the last.

Y/N Barbie isnt gathered around her as she frowned at the idea of not wishing her goodbye. As much as she wished to, her brother was tightly holding her back, albeit unaware, as he bragged to another Ken about Barbie ‘inviting’ him to go with. That’s right. Her brother is Ken, as in Barbie and Ken. The supposed to be power-couple. But the truth is, it’s one sided.

Y/N didn’t notice the longing gaze sent her way from the beautiful blonde. Ken did, and of course he though it was for him resulting in a awkward kissy face being sent her way.

She had been too busy thinking about the outside world. It was so unknown. After all she wasn’t nicknamed curious barbie for no reason even if it’s not her official name.

It was odd being a Barbie without a sense of purpose. Y/N was just simply herself. She didn’t have a specified job, she just jumped around and worked with anyone who wanted a little help in their field. Oddly enough she was good at anything after a little practice.

Finally leaving the circle of thoughts as her brothers grip left her arm and her daydream was back to just that, a dream.

But the frown finally lifted at the sight of Barbie. Y/N quickly rushed down to her as Barbie was close to getting into the car.

Barbie heard the commotion of running footsteps and a slight squeak as the person in question was running too fast and literally ran into Barbie as the women in question didn’t even stumble as she felt herself be pulled into a tight hug. After noticing who it eas not a second went by before her arms wrapped tightly against Y/N’s figure.

No Barbie or Ken questioned their warm embrace. Barbie preferred it that way. She knew how Y/N let her brother get the best of her. If he questioned her too much about it, she surely would get awkward and avoid being open like this. That’s just how Y/N was… and she loved her for it.

Y/N has no idea of Barbies feelings for her, after all she’s stereotypical Barbie. She could never even imagine someone like her even considering the thought. Y/N was just another Barbie in the mix. She wasn’t even President Barbie or Doctor Barbie. Like she thought; Y/N was just her.

But that’s what made her so appealing.

Barbie knew long before she started to get flat feet that she had a crush on the girl. But ever since that happened, the only positive thing that could come out of the situation was that her feelings were intensified. They grew more mature and realistic, just like her.

Their hug ended with a soft gaze before they separated completely and Barbie got into her car. Y/N watched as she began to slowly drove away. When suddenly she slammed on the breaks making everyone gasp. She turned around and in one sentence she spoke

“Y/N… will you come with me?”

Again everyone thought nothing of it. Everyone other than Y/N and Barbie, they just smiled before saying their quick goodbyes as the former of which smiled brightly and nodded before gracefully running up to the car and hopping in.

Y/N still didn’t see the loving gaze as Barbie turned her head and continued driving away.

After all it is Barbie and Ken, not Barbie and Y/N

But with all the changes going on around them, why can’t they make one more?

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Authors Note (you don’t have to read, just about the general feelings)

There is so much I can say about this movie but it’s hard to even put it into words. I give it a major 10/10, even above that if it counted. Watching the movie just gave me a different sense of self. It made me feel like I wasn’t alone. With the Barbie world and our world basically being switched where women are in high standing positions and are respected. Meanwhile our world constantly puts women down and are offered less opportunities. I don’t want to get too deep but this movie was a wake up call for so many people to see the differences in treatment and the expectations of a woman. This is just a tidbit of the deep message within the story of a Mattel doll. Something so small that represents so much more then themselves.

[iwannascreameurekaa]

pjo characters as quotes from my classmates, parents, siblings, and grandparents.

Yipee

Will: "does anybody need the heim-ill-ick?”

Hazel (prob to Nico): “i’ve never smoked… EVER. and if you smoke, i’ll hit you.”

Percy: “he looks like a street person?”

Leo: “i thought i got salt and pepper, turns out it was salt and salt.”

Piper: “i’ve never been attached to a cat.”  

Hazel: “The power of INTERNET👹”

Frank: “that was rude.” 

Percy: “every cat that doesn’t have a tail is named bobby.”

Piper: “just put your coins in your bucket.”

Jason: “if i was barbie, my feet would hurt all the time”

Nico: “it’s giving me skin cancer as we speak.”

Hazel: “she told me to give her when i die so i thought i might as well give it to her now.”

Piper: “did you steal my brush again? quit stealing my brush you little brush thief!”

Percy: “you’ve got 4 of grandma!”

Leo: “i’m a heavy drinker today” *takes a sip of his fourth glass of water*

Annabeth: “you squeezed her so hard she dropped a cheerio.” 

Leo: “and thoust asked if Jason was a cracker(a white person) and Jason replied”no i’m at least 2 or 3 whole crackers since there’s quite a bit more of me than you”

Hazel: "ohhhh my goodness don’t put your feet in her face.”

Leo talking about Piper: "she is a luddite, against technology, close with the Amish community."

Piper looking Leo and Jason directly in the eyes: “no dying allowed in here”

Percy after TOA: “if somebody wants to steal my car, i want them to steal it! not come in my house, shoot me, take my keys, and then take the car. LET ME SLEEP I DONT CARE!”

Will: “me and Nico go on dates to funeral homes”

Hazel: “you have a problem with a joint?” She was talking about her elbow 😭

Leo: “if i get hungry, rats will get skinned.”

Piper: “if this truck goes any slower it’ll have to put out a mailbox.”

Annabeth: “oh you stepped on the cow? well it’s better than the cow stepping on you”

Frank: “and it just sucked the carpet right up”

Hazel "back in my day" Levesque: “i had a lot of beagles when i was young, and finally i had one that lived.”

Leo: “are you looking for regular markies?”

Jason: “i’m gonna go to work tomorrow with a hangover.”

Will: “i’m not very artistic(autistic)”

Jason: “i never added salt to the pepper”

Piper: “keep your toes to yourself”

Piper: “you guys are an embarrassment.”

Jason: "can you pass the salt? i like my stuff salty”

Will: "The only Christian song I know is let it go" 

Context for the next one: my friend had a slick back high pony tail when we had this conversation so that gives you a visual of what Piper was

Leo "what's your next album gonna be called?"

Piper: "'my hair is straighter than my friend'."

Leo: 😦

Piper: "What in the gay man!"

Hazel: "If you stop being a karen then maybe you would actually be successful at life"

Piper: "You should start day dreaming about getting a husband"

Annabeth: "George Washington is the off brand version of me"

Hazel: "Ideas were such good ideas they became the symbol for ideas"

Leo: "did you mean lightbulbs"

Hazel: "..... yes"

Piper: "There's a fly on your butt" *waves at it and it flies away* "that's not your property sir"

Leo: "Yeah you gotta pay for that"

Nico: "Does he have a speech impediment?" 

Will: "He has a brain impediment"

Jason: "I bet he was having Funtime"

Piper: "why do you always say Funtime"

Jason: "I'm not saying sex!"

Leo prob to his tool belt: *suggestive voice* "give me that minty mint"

Leo to Hazel, who doesn't know what any modern slang means: "check it homeslice"

Hazel: "the gambling may run in the family, but at least pokers fun!"

Leo: "im a turkey... cock cock!"

that's all I have rn lmao

[tiredofthehumanlife]

Victor's Village

Barbie dolls: Peeta Mellark x gn!Victor!reader

Word 1.4k

Summary: you have a nightmare so you skitter into Peeta's Victor village home and hide under his covers

Warnings: bad dream that includes death and sad and death and blood and sad and suicidal thoughts and zombies?!? What!, peeta has his prosthetic BECAUSE WE WERE ROBBED but it's like a removable one yk so he doesn't sleep with it on, you guys are goofy if idk, you think Peeta is bird like, you guys are kinda dating kinda not kinda yes kinda no yada yada it's light it's airy don't think too hard about it, oh you guys are sweet

Ever since the Games, nightmares plagued your mind. You just couldn’t breathe without feeling that sense of dread weighing down your skin.

With Peeta’s blood staining your hands, you frantically slapped at his face. You needed to wake him, he was just asleep. Just a nap. Just a rest. His eyes were open and unfocused. You smacked at his face again. He was unresponsive, head lulling to the side. You dropped your head to his chest and begged to hear the thump of his heart. No sound met your ear, eerie silence from his heart. A twig snapped behind you. Your head shot up, meeting eyes with the offender instantly. A woman pointed her sword at you. You leveled your chest with it, all she’d have to do is lean forward and you’d be dead. 

“Do it. Please. I can’t go on, not without-“ Your voice stopped as she jutted her arm forward. You gasped at the feeling of your heart being sliced in two. You looked down at the sword, watching the blood pour from your chest. You gave her a light smile of thanks and flopped yourself back into the dirt. You turned your head to face Peeta’s unfocused eyes. You choked on your blood, dropping a hand to his cheek. Just as the life was leaving your body, he shot up. 

Your eyes snapped open. Your body was frozen in place, the fear of leaving Peeta alone weighing your body down. Your heart beat rapidly against your ribs. You were able to peel your body away from the mattress soon enough, shaking off the weight from your shoulders. You sat up and left your bedroom. You quietly made your way down the stairs and stopped at the front door. You wanted to be quiet, but at this point, you were positive that anyone who stepped foot in Victor’s Village knew your routine now. You honestly shouldn’t even try to sleep in your own bed. It felt too intruding to actually start the night across the road. You pulled on your slippers and coat. You weren’t worried about losing a toe in the cold, you’d only be outside for a few seconds. 

You shut the front door behind you, making fast work of the stairs. You glanced at either side of you as you walked across the road. As you reached Peeta’s doorstep, you realized how stupid it was for you to do that. What was a magical car going to come run you over? Please be serious. You chalked it up to just the stress of the nightmare, pushing open Peeta’s front door. You toed off your slippers. You left them next to his small line of shoes. One from his stylist and one for every day. You shrugged off your coat and hung it on the rack. You moved through the house with solid memory, knowing every turn and wall. Not only from the large amount of time you spent in these walls but also because every house in Victor Village was a carbon copy of each other. 

You moved up the stairs quickly. You gently pushed open Peeta’s bedroom door. You stayed quiet as you shut it behind yourself and moved towards his bed. You stepped over a stray t-shirt and stopped at the side of his bed. He was stretched out on one side of the bed. Your lips quirked at the thought of him used to you joining him in bed and adapting to that. You slid under the covers and snuggled up behind him. You slipped one arm over his back and pressed his back against your chest. Peeta’s sucked in a deep breath. 

“Nightmare?” Peeta whispered. You snorted at the thought of you joining him in bed for any other reason. 

“Just like last night. And the night before that. And the night before that. The one before that.” You responded. Peeta leaned back slightly. In the dark, you could just make out the small smile playing on his lips. 

“Wanna talk about it?” Peeta asked. You shrugged and pressed the side of your face into his shoulder. You deeply inhaled his scent and felt your anxiety settle slightly at the knowledge of his blood not on your hands. That was quite calming. 

“You died. I died. You came back to life. Crazy dream nonsense.” You answered. It wasn’t the answer he wanted but it was what he got. Peeta hummed. 

“Always considered myself more dog-like than cat-like. I guess I only have eight live now.” You rolled your eyes and patted his cheek. Peeta laid his head back on his pillow. You followed his lead, settling back down. You wanted to slip into sleep. You worried his death would follow you back into your nightmares again. You doubted they would but still, the anxiety sat next to you on the bed, startling you awake when you just barely slipped under the blanket of sleep. Peeta turned to his side, facing you. He must’ve noticed you not sleeping, his eyes were as wide as yours. Peeta pressed his palm to your cheek. 

“I consider you more bird-like than any of those.” You whispered. Peeta pulled back, a smidge from shock. He leaned back towards you. 

“Really?” You nodded. 

“You’re smart, social, pretty, and I think if you wanted to date someone you’d do a dance to gain their affection.” You said. You really did think he was birdy. He was also quite observant but you didn’t list that one for the betterment of his soul. Peeta snorted. He pulled his hand away from you, sitting up in bed. He flung the blanket off his lap. Peeta reached toward his bedside table, hand heading towards his prosthetic leg. You leaned up on your elbow. 

“Where are you going?” You asked kind of hurt he was ditching you. Peeta glanced back at you, a smile pulling at his mouth. 

“Well, I’m going to dance to gain your affection, of course,” Peeta said, rolling his eyes. You scoffed and reached out for him. You smacked his shoulder, pushing him back towards the mattress. 

“Oh, please.” You groaned, though there was a fond smile in your eyes. Peeta grinned at you as he pulled the blanket back over himself. 

”What? Do I-uh-already have your affections?” Peeta teased, puffing out his chest. You smacked him and settled your head on his shoulder. Peeta tucked his arm around you, still chuckling at his own joke. 

“Unfortunately, you already have all of my affections.” You whispered. Peeta gasped. He rested one hand on his chest, clutching his pearls. 

“All of them, you say? Wow! I didn’t even do anything. I just let you sleep in my bed and you’re all over me.” Peeta said, throwing his hand into the air out of exacerbation. You rolled your eyes, even though he couldn’t see it. 

“I’m all over you? Please. You were about to dance for me!” You said, Lifting your head off his shoulder. You pointed over toward his bedside table. Peeta pressed his lips together in an ‘oh-I’ve-been-caught’ way. 

“Right well. Maybe it’s a mutual all over each other thing.” Peeta whispered. You nodded. Peeta smiled up at you. You loved how easy it was for him to sedate your worries. It just took him a few little jokes and you felt like you were going to pass out at any minute. You leaned forward and gently brushed your lips against his. Peeta leaned up slightly from his bed, his elbow shooting out to hold his weight. His other hand slipped behind your head, pushing your lips flush against his. You gave him the kiss he wanted, tilting your head to deepen it. The tiny bit of anxiety still resting on your shoulder, disappeared with the feeling of his lips on yours. You pulled back and watched Peeta’s shoulders sink in realization. You gave him an awkward smile. 

“Sleepy now?” He whispered. You nodded. 

“Your love sedates me.” You whispered, dropping back onto his shoulder. Peeta hummed. 

"Strange way for you to say you feel less anxious when I’m ar-“ You reached up and pressed your finger against Peeta’s lips. Peeta’s sentence dropped off.

”I’m sleeping.” You whispered. Peeta huffed. He left his sentence unfinished as you slipped into your sleep. You woke up without any new nightmares. Peeta’s arms were still wrapped around you. He was still snoozing away. You sighed against his chest, so incredibly happy his house was just a few feet away from you. 

[kairiscorner]

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ok but like...... shopping for pink clothes with miggy to get him in the barbie spirit before y'all watch the barbie movie like...........

it's amazing, really, how you managed to get him to come with you to the mall for that reason. miguel really hates going out and wasting his time and energy for such trivial purposes, and yet he told lyla to clear his schedule for the day for you. he furrowed his eyebrows as he fit his sunglasses on the minute he stepped out of the car and looked up ahead at the bustling establishment as he trailed behind you.

"again, why pink? isn't my get up good enough already?" he questioned you as you halted your steps and turned to face him with your hands on your hips. "miggy, you dare disrespect and desecrate the ancient tradition of donning pink to the opening of the barbie movie? for shame, miggy, for shame." you scolded miguel as you pouted at him and copied his furrowed eyebrows.

miguel sighed as he folded his arms over his chest and lowered his head. "okay, fine." he said in a reluctant manner as he gave in to your need to see him in pretty pink apparel. you smiled as you clasped your arm in his and led him to several clothing shops you frequented at. you honestly struggled to find anything that was both pink and comfortable enough for him to wear, he accidentally shredded up a few shirts and jackets here and there, but you two don't need to talk about that.

you felt rather disheartened at how, for a man as big, tall, and built as miguel, finding pink clothes for him was like finding a needle in a haystack. "so much for my dreams in pretty pink to come true..." you murmured to yourself in evident disappointment and sadness as you stepped into the car dejectedly and leaned against the car door as miguel got in, too. in a normal scenario with literally anyone else, miguel would have put the whole situation behind him and rejoice internally how the whole debacle was now over. but when he looked over at your sullen face and saddened expression, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of second-handed sadness as you stayed silent during the whole car ride.

as you two got home, you immediately walked upstairs and holed yourself up in the room your two shared, feeling too tired and let down to be talked to at the moment. miguel breathed out his own frustration at the situation and blinked back his disbelief at what he was about to do. "lyla," miguel called for the AI assistant, who was now in 1950's barbie setting. "yes, miggy dear?" she asked him as she flaunted herself and lowered her new white and black sunglasses. "...integrate all of doll miggy's wardrobe to my hologram settings for my clothes." he said, to which lyla grinned and happily obeyed to do.

miguel knocked on the door of the room after a while, and you sat up a little bit on the bed; your miggy doll was in one hand, dressed up in your mean girl inspired outfit that you personally sewed for the doll. "can i come in?" miguel asked, to which you called out your "sure," as you slumped back in bed, twiddling with the scowling doll in your hand. miguel stepped into the room, you not looking at him in shame as you thought about wasting his time, only to end up with a fruitless search.

"could you at least... look at me?" he asked you in a pleading manner, and you found yourself giving in. you hoped he wasn't too mad, maybe just a little empathetic over your desire to see him in a... oh goodness. and there, in all his glory, was miguel in a hot pink jacket, with a low v-neck cut, light pink shirt underneath with 'everyday a boss bitch' strewn on the front, with dangling pink earrings on his earlobes, with lyla's signature pink heart-shaped glasses on, a plaid hot and light pink skirt on and glittery pink stilettos that made him bump his head on the ceiling every time he walked. you covered your mouth as you accidentally dropped the miggy doll, that was the very outfit you made for it, and now...

"miggy... is a real doll-man guy...?" you asked aloud in disbelief as miguel looked extremely flustered at the brightness and slight boldness of this outfit. "this is what you wanted, right? well, now we can go see the movie now. we have 45 minutes until then, wouldn't wanna keep barbie waiting, right?" he asked with a crooked smile on his face as you got off the bed and felt over the outfit. "faux fur on the jacket's accents..." you muttered as your nearly teared up at the excellent attention to detail. miguel chuckled as he placed his hands on your cheeks. "i'd wear this for as long as you need me to, just... please don't feel sad, amor." he said as you sniffled back a few tears.

"oh, believe me, miggy... i am more than happy right now." you said as you extended your arms out to him, which was a sign that you needed him to lean down for a kiss. you pressed your lips against his own, and miguel took in every moment of it--savoring how gratifying the feeling of earning a kiss from you after practically barbiefying himself just so you wouldn't feel sad. if this is what the miggy doll gets as treatment from you, then he'd gladly be your miggy doll forever and dress in pink to watch you smile and kiss your tears away.

tags !! @thecoolerdor @miguelswifey04 @binibinileonara @luvstarrstruck

[lovelytsunoda]

life in plastic, it’s fantastic // zhou guanyu

summary: zhou and y/n build their daughter a dollhouse, inspired by a very familiar garage.

pairing: girl dad! zhou x female! reader

zhou guanyu takes being the best father in the country very very seriously

he makes sure that his little girl had everything she could ever want

every doll, barbie dream house, art set, science kit

driving her to every soccer practice, making traditional chinese pastries and snacks for the team, hand pressed orange juice

y/n comes home from a girls afternoon out to find zhou sitting at the dining room table, surrounded by hot glue sticks and cardboard

“babe, what the fuck are you doing?”

he’s staring at something on his phone, messing around with this cardboard box

“I’m building a dollhouse.”

and zhou is beaming as he turns the box around, opening it up to reveal this nice big dollhouse

“does it look familiar?”

and it does. zhou has built his daughter a scale model of the alfa romeo garage

down to the white tile flooring with his last name painted out in red (made out of shiny white translucent plastic he clearly got from a plastic duotang folder)

the team logo stuck against one wall

right now, he’s building tiny headsets for the dolls that are going to sit in the garage

made out of paper lips, pompoms and cut up curly hair ties

“this must have taken you hours, honey. i would have helped if you asked.” she laughs, dropping her purse and sitting next to him. “what do you need me to do?”

pleas imagine mr zhou guanyu sitting at the table and trying to glue little cardboard pieces together to make a tiny doll desk

stitching together little sauber race suits for the dolls

matching the remote control ferrari that Fred bought the couple when he first learned they were expecting

10/10 for girldad zhou

and of course, his daughter loves it

zhou and the little one holding races in their living room with rc barbie cars

making up radio messages to each other

TAGS

@cl16version @scuderiamh @oconso @magnummagnussen @libraryofloveletters

[opertabry]

hits different - huh yunjin

it’s hits different cause it’s her

warnings : a curse word here and there

genre : angst with happy ending..?

wc : 638

it’s been months since you last saw yunjin, but you still wash your hands of her at the club. everyone could see, she made a mess of you. you kept on picturing her with other girls, in love. and you don’t know if the nausea was from the picture of her lips on someone else or the alcohol, then you threw up on the street. your friends having to drag you back home because you passed out on the side of the road.

her love was like waiting for a bus that never shows, so you just end up walking. you didn’t know if it was worth it, but they say if it’s right, you just know. and every bar you go to, they play your song. the song that you used to dance to, scream to in the car, the song that you listened to when you shared earphones. and you feel so wrong hearing it now without her.

“oh, my, love is a lie.” shit your friends say to get you by, but this was not like all your other breakups, it hits different this time. they used to be catastrophic blues, moving on was always easy for you to do. but now since its yunjin, it’s grey, emptiness, nothing. it hits different, cause it’s her.

you were barbie and you used to always switch out your kens so easily, you’d just ghost them when they fell and you’d rip off the bandaid to just run away with their hearts, like some asshole outlaw. freedom felt like summer on the coast then. but after loving her, freedom was winter, you and her all snuggled up at home, sharing a blanket, drinking hot chocolate and the union of lips. you thought freedom would be summer again, but the sun just burns your heart and the sand hurts your feelings.

you never didn’t cry at the bar, your sadness is contagious. and now you slur her name until someone puts you in a car. and you stopped getting invitations to anything, because all you were ever known to do was cry over yunjin.

“oh, my, love is a lie.” shit your friends say to comfort you. but it hits different, it hits different this time. cause it’s her. it’s huh yunjin, the girl you recklessly gave your heart to.

you find the artifacts, and as you delved deeper, you cried over a hat. the hat she always wore whenever you went on your late night connivence store runs. the artifacts that made up your relationship with her. you cursed the space that you needed, you regretted telling her that you needed a break. and as you hold the hat, you trace the evidence and try to make some sense of why your wound is still bleeding, even after so long. she was the one that you loved, you didn’t need another metaphor, it was simple enough. every wrinkle in time, the endless date ideas she had, was like a crease by her eyes.

you dream of her hair, the way she stared at you as if you put meaning into her life, her sense of belief in the good in the world. she once believed in you, you felt her and held her for a while. and as you wipe your tears and put down the hat, you hear a key turn in the door, down the hallway. was that her key in the door? is it her? or have they come to take you away?

“oh, my, love is a lie.” shit you say to ground yourself, she hits different this time. since she came back, yunjin felt it, the difference in the way you kiss her, how you melt into her embrace, how you hold her for a second longer than usual. your love hits different this time.

this one’s kinda bad but idk it made me happy in a way

[dre6ming]

The delicate beginning rush

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Pairing Austin Butler x singer/actress fem reader

y/n4real.2002

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y/n4real.2002 hi Barbie ! 💘

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austinfans: why did she cut his face like that 😭😭

⤷y/n4real.2002: austinfans he's just ken

⤷austinbutler: y/n4real.2002 anywhere else I'd be a 10 😔

⤷ y/n4real.2002: austinbutler what a drama queen 🙄

fan1: I love them they are so fun for no reason at all 😭😭

fans.of.aus: hi Barbie

barbiemovie: hi Barbie 👋

roxanne.02_b1tch: gorgeous spectacular showstopper 😮‍💨 I bow 🙇‍♀️ to you my friend

⤷ y/n4real.2002: roxanne.02_b1tch oh my lord

fan28: so iconic

fans.of.y/n: I love how she dressed him up🤣🤣

austinbutler: fans.of.y/n I dress myself thank you very much

austinbulter: actually I would like to come here and say that she's the best stylist I have ever had 🤗🤗

⤷ y/n4real.2002: austinbutler thank u 😮‍💨

⤷ austinbutler: y/n4real.2002 actually I would like to say that you stole my phone, you know I don't use emojis like that

⤷ y/n4real.2002: austinbutler guilty ✋😔🤚

fan94: haha I'm dying 😭😭

foxnews

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foxnews Y/n and boyfriend Austin Butler seen in the vip tent at the Eras tour on night 5 in L.A. #taylorswifterastour

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fan13: what could this mean😩

taytayfan: their outfits are so reputation coded 😭

clown13: get in the car looser we're going clowning

fans29: oh my gosh they look so sweet

aust1nfan: I'd pay good money to watch them dance and have fun

tay.13: what if Taylor is going to announce a new re-record tonight 🥶😨

fan94: I can't wait to see more of them at the concert

y/n4real.2002

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y/n4real.2002 see you in Paris and Germany and England and then some more, I'm so ready for 2024 🥰🥰 thank you Taylor this is dream

📸 austinbutler

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austinbutler: I'm so proud of you baby 💜🧶

⤷ y/n4real.2002: austinbutler 🧶💜

fan38: they are so cute, also I'm so excited

taytayfan: I knew when I saw that her and Austin are in the tent that something was up

raoxanne.02_b1tch: y/n4real.2002 you better get me tickets 😡

⤷ y/n4real.2002: roxanne.02_b1tch if you're nice sure

taylorswift: see you there kid 😜

⤷ y/n4real.2002: taylorswift 🤗

duolingo: Imma be there 🥰🦉

fan03: duo is in the chat

austinbutler

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austinbutler: happy birthday to my sweet girl, my heart beats in your name 💜🧶

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y/n4real.2002: For you alone, I think and plan💜🧶

⤷ austinbutler: y/n4real.2002 i love you truly

fan49: not the persuasion quote 😩 they are so cute I love them

fan3: she looks so effortlessly cool

tchalamet: aw happy 22nd sis, I'm watching you Butler, like a hawk 🦅

⤷ austinbutler: tchalamet understood

roxanne.02_b1tch: 😤😤 try all you want Butler, I'm the love of her life

fan39: omg they are cute

ha8s.all: 22 and 32?!! 🧐 kinda sus

fan1: ha8s.all shut up 🙄

austin_fan: the fact that this is his first post in a year and a half 😩😩 he loves her so much

fan584: I’m so here for them being a bit more public

y/n4real.2002

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y/n4real.2002  💜🧶 eight

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austinbutler: love you my darling 💜🧶

roxanne.02_b1tch: best bridesmaid ever 🥰

⤷ joshuabassett: roxanne.02_b1tch i second that, best groomsman also in the picture here

⤷ y/n4real.2002: joshuabassett and roxanne.02_b1tch the cutest bride and groom I've ever seen

fan93: omg omg Roxanne and Joshua got married 😨���� I'm so happy for them🥰🥰

fan.of.austin: Austin & Y/n when's your turn? 🧐

fan13: fan.of.austin tbh I think they might be married already

⤷ y/n4real.2002: fan13 no 🤣

fan930: Ah hell no, she's so unhinged

news.hour

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news.hour rumor has it out favorite couple tied the knot over the weekend. Their engagement apparently lasted a year and the ring has been placed in plane sight. Read more http/y/n&austin.finally-married-www.com

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fan1: I'm pretty sure they wanted it be a secret, this is kinda disrespectful to them

hater.2005: wonder why so secretive about it

fan29: I'm so happy for them

fan4: the ring is so beautiful

⤷ austin-fan: fan4 it was his mom's 🥺

fan594: I hope the tell us soon enough and share some photos

austin.fans: I hope this is true 😭

y/n4real.2002

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y/n4real.2002 the cat is out of the bag  - 08.13.2032 my love 🧶💜

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austinbutler: my sweet love, here's to forever with you 💜🧶

tchalamet: I'm so happy for you

⤷ y/n4real.2002: tchalamet best speech ever

taylorswift: timeless 😭

⤷ y/n4real.2002: taylorswift thank you for writing such a beautiful song

billieeilish: best cake I've ever tasted

roxanne.02_b1tch: I'm so happy

fan29: I'm crying all the rumors were true 😭

fan45: she looks stunning, I can't wait to see more

austinbutler

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austinbutler my best girls 💜🧶

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y/n4real.2002: the best dad ever, we love you 💜🧶

tchalamet: no2 already 😨 ?! I'm so excited

⤷ y/n4real.2002: tchalamet best uncle ever

⤷ roxanne.02_b1tch: y/n4real.2002 what about best aunt? 🤨

⤷ y/n4real.2002: roxanne.02_b1tch my god 🙄🤣

fan3: I'm so happy for them 😭

fan5: omg and it's another girl 😭😭 I'm so happy for them

⤷ y/n4real.2002: austinbutler did you just reveal the gender of our baby?! How did I miss that 😭

⤷ austinbutler: y/n4real.2002 I'm so sorry 😭

⤷ y/n4real.2002: austinbutler that's ok 😔 we're just getting old

fan.03: they keep being so funny for no reason 🤣😭

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[maccreadysbaby]

how do you name your characters? You come up with such cool names!

y’all are going to be so underwhelmed by this lmaoooooooo

my names are basically a collection of all the words ive heard throughout my life… its just about the dumbest process i think any writer in the world has… it isnt even a process, help

Bentley - dream car (Bentley Continental GT if any of you care about cars) Whittaker - one of my cousins names I thought sounded cool

Asten - also dream car (Asten Martin DBH coupe… in white) (if I don’t get one of these why am I even here) Evans - collected from captain america

Nico - I know nothing about percy Jackson but you best bet I scouted for and collected this name Rockefeller - old money, thought it sounded cool, have had this surname collected since learning about it in high school

Varian - variant of a name I made up, Valerian, which I made up after wanting to use the nickname Val in something I wrote forever ago Bray - unashamedly stolen from Destiny 2

Valor - there’s a white tiger named this in one of my sister’s storybooks Torres - thought it sounded good with Valor

Rockie - made a character by this name like three or four years ago, played by the same fc, so I recycled his name Winchester - collected from Supernatural, which I ended up being too much of a baby to watch

Koa - I actually have no clue it just sounds beachy McClaine - stolen straight from Voltron

Bellamy - stolen from a hunger games fanfiction I read when I was like 11 Callahan - stolen from BIG HERO 6 LMAO

Vera - one of my sisters Barbies is named this Levante - collected the last name from Destiny 2

Layla - I have a family friend named this Benjamin - this was my previous neighbors name (storytime I thought he was my soulmate… he wasn’t)

Summer - collected from Scott & Alex Summers who I THOUGHT WAS FREAKING DC THIS WHOLE TIME BUT THEYRE LITERALLY FROM XMEN???? McCall - stolen from right beneath Scott’s werewolf nose (teen wolf)

Georgia - i grew up there Vallie - is actually my dogs name right this second

here’s some characters not from Project Killcode under this… for a little more reference

Riot - the literal word riot Kildare - I think it’s an island

Tuesday - the literal day of the week Jones - keeping up with the joneses

Mercury - the element, not the planet Delgado - collected from LEMONADE MOUTH ANFNSKFJND

Heartley - added some letters onto the word heart Hathaway - I’m pretty sure I used a generator for this one

Valentine - literally valentines day (he's a french guy so something with val sounded good) Amiéle - grabbed the name Aimé and added letters and accents, turned it into an abomination

Evyn - grabbed an overused boys name, changed the a to a y, suddenly had a edgy girls name Ivankov - russian sounding last name, i think i may have just blurted russian syllables until this came out of my mouth

Adavera - put the name “vera” and the elvish word for father “ada” together to make a random girls name she has no last name lmao sorry

Haha… there you go. It’s basically just a tornado of chaos and words and things I steal from fandoms I’m not even in (I’m a collector not a theif)

[wpdarlingpan]

One Of A Kind Love

Allan x F!Reader

Y/N was a discontinued doll. Of course being discontinued while living in Barbieland was a disaster. She was immediately moved to weird Barbie’s house and her dream house was left to gather dust.

Y/N resented Mattel for discounting her. She has made them such a big profit but they wanted to continuously put out toys that were less quality that would be cheaper for them to make and so they’d break and force consumers to buy more consistently.

Allan was lonely. He was the only Allan. There were different versions of kens and Barbie’s surrounding him in this perfectly pink world, yet he was the only Allan. He didn’t feel like he fit in with the Ken’s even after being a designated ‘Buddy’ for Ken.

He was left alone as Barbie’s had their girls nights.

He was left alone as Ken’s tried to show off to each other.

When Ken attempted to take over the world, Allan attempted to flee Barbieland. He didn’t want anything to change. He also couldn’t bring himself to treat the Barbies the disrespect that’s been forced upon them.

But they decided to turn around and get Stereotypical Barbie to help save them from patriarchy. Allan decided right then and there that he would never get out but he realized he didn’t want to leave Barbieland to fall. So he helped.

Allan led the two humans into weird Barbie’s house. They were met with Stereo Barbie sulking on the floor and Weird Barbie in the splits.

“It’s not the Ken’s!” Weird Barbie called out and it prompted the others to walk out of their hiding space.

Allan almost collapsed. He couldn’t stop staring at Y/N who looked nervous as she looked in their directional and Allan hoped she’d never stop.

Gloria was gushing over the Discontinued Barbies as she named them off, lastly getting to Y/N.

“This is Y/N! She was like everyone’s favorite Barbie, although she wasn’t formally named one, because she was just so durable. It made it so they could never be broken and it ended up being a lot of kids only Barbie.”

Y/N looked shy at the description as if she was some special Barbie but what kind of use is being durable. Meanwhile there was doctor barbie and even physicist Barbie.

Allan couldn’t disagree more. When Y/N smiled at him he felt like the most special person in the world.

Once Stereotypical Barbie was in on the plan they set it into action. All of the Barbie’s who they saved from a Ken would be the next one to save a Barbie. But that left Y/N and Allan in the car sometimes. The other discontinued’s stayed back at the weird dream house to make sure no Kens came to take it over, although it was highly unlikely.

“Hi Y/N.” Allan spoke with a smile adoring his face. The others were out of the van and he couldn’t help but say hi to his newly formed crush. That’s just what the dolls did.

“Hi Allan!” She spoke back excitedly with a smile on her face. Needless to say Y/N had bad self-esteem, which she only figured out because of Weird Barbie. Being discontinued affected each doll differently, but with there being nothing necessarily wrong with her body when she was discontinued like some of the others, it felt like more of a her issue.

“You know my name?” Allen was used to being overlooked. After all there was only him, surrounded by different Ken’s and Barbies.

“Of course!”

Before they could continue the doors flung open and another Barbie was brought into the reprogramming chamber so to speak.

Allan and Y/N couldn’t help but sneak glances back and forth. If a doll could blush Allan would be bright red.

After a little time skip and a battle of the ken’s later, the world was back to normal. Now the Ken’s we’re going to get a little more recognition and be acknowledged as more than accessories. Which was a win for them. After all they just truly wanted the horses and to feel appreciated.

But Allan and Y/N? It didn’t go back to their normal. Allan was now acknowledged by everyone, and he didn’t have to say anything first all the time. But, also he has someone he spent his time with.

Y/N used to only stay up in the Weird House to be with the others who were discontinued. That’s just how it was, and she admittedly felt nervous around the perfect Barbie’s who had roles in the world.

But even if a major lesson in life is to find who you are and not define yourself by your significant other.

There was no rule against finding yourself with each other.

[ru-fiction]

Playground Rivals: Ken x Fem Reader

Chapter 1

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There once was a sandy island, not a building on site. The only presence of life being the little girls in their dresses playing with their toys.

Since the beginning of time, Since the first little girl ever existed, there have been dolls. But the dolls were always and forever baby dolls.

The girls who played with them could only play as mothers, Which can be fun, at least for a while anyway.

This continued until Barbie was created.

The girls surround a giant sized Barbie, looking on in fascination with the doll. A little blonde girl with glasses glances at the doll in her hand, she raises it above her head and starts to smash the remaining baby dolls with conviction. The other girls joined in her rampage. Once she finishes the job she throws the last one in the air.

Barbie changed everything.

She might have started out as just a lady in a bathing suit, but she became so much more.

She had her own money,

Her own house,

Her own car,

Her own career.

Because Barbie can be anything, Women could be anything.

Thanks to Barbie all problems of feminism and equal rights have been solved.

At least that's what the Barbies think.

The roof on one of the Barbies' dream houses opens up, revealing inside a sleeping Barbie on her pink heart shaped bed.

Here's one of those Barbies now, living her best day every day.

Barbie wakes up with a big smile on her face, throwing her covers off and getting her day started.

She walks off to the side somehow ending up on the floor below her bedroom, heading towards her bathroom. She turns on the shower, bathing in her warm none existent water. Once she gets out she heads to her closet opening it to reveal a long pink and white dress with different accessories surrounding it. She puts on the dress dawning a pearl white necklace, flower earrings and a pink bow. The outfit was soon replaced by a dark pink suit ready for the next day.

Barbie sits in front of the mirror that had no reflection and starts brushing her long, flowy hair. Sliding down her pink slide onto her plastic pool, making her way through the door towards her kitchen.

She opens her fridge grabbing a carton of milk then a plate catching a heart shaped waffle on it with whipped cream on top.

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"Hi Barbie!"

"Hi Skipper!"

"Hi Barbie!"

"Hi Midge!"

Barbies were always greeted by everyone.

Barbies greeted Barbies,

Skippers greeted Barbies,

Midges greeted Barbies,

Allan greeted Barbies,

Kens especially greeted Barbies.

But there were a few people who wouldn't even look at Barbie.

"Hey Raquelle."

The brunette, Barbie had spoken to rolled her eyes at the girl before pulling the red shades in her hair down.

"Wanna ride home?"

The brunette turned her nose up at Barbie and quickened her pace leaving behind Barbie whose car wasn't moving very fast. Barbie always shrugged off her interactions with Raquelle, but part of her couldn't understand why Raquelle didn't like her, everyone liked Barbie.

"Hi Barbie."

"Hi Barbie!!"

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Barbie has a great day every day.

But Ken only has a great day if Barbie looks at him.

Barbie walked onto the beach after parking her car. Her long dress now a much short beach outfit paired with a shell necklace and shell earrings, her hair was now pulled into a ponytail and she wore a pink and white hat to match the outfit she was wearing.

"Hi Barbie!!!"

Barbie smiles and turns in the direction of her friend, waving at him earning a smile from him.

"Hi, Ken."

"Hi, Barbie."

"Hi, Barbie."

"Hi, Barbie."

"Hi, Ken."

"Hi, Ken."

A chain reaction was set off. Everybody was talking over each other to say 'Hi' to the other.

"Hey, Barbie. Check me out."

Barbie nods in the direction of Ken. He bent his knees, surfboard in hand, staring at the plastic wave. He took a nervous breath, shaking off the nerves before running full force towards the wave. That was not a great Idea.

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On the other side of Barbieland was a huge mansion. The mansion was the epitome of vanity. The mansion was a Victorian style with auburn shingled roofs, the owner of said building had the exterior painted in her favorite color purple, she had columns built around the house each with her initial R. A lush lawn surrounded the outside of the mansion leaving a little walkway in-between. A little pass the walkway was a golden gate with the initial R. In golden accents, pass the gate was the owner sitting by her plastic pool next to a golden statue of herself.

This is Raquelle, she was made in opposition to Barbie. She starts her day off waking up, dressing in her red swimsuit and tanning next to her pool in the plastic sun.

Raquelle pulls out a golden mirror checking out her tan.

Some Barbies would call her vain or self-centered, they wouldn't be entirely wrong but they wouldn't be entirely right either.

"Brrg, oh a text."

Raquelle pulls out her purple phone to read the same message that's on every plastic phone made in Barbieland. She reads the message before rolling her eyes and tossing the phone to the side.

"A party at Barbie's, how yesterday."

"ARE YOU SERIOUS!!"

Raquelle rolls her eyes again, getting up and walking in towards the house knowing her moment of peace was over for the day.

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Raquelle walks into the house, she looks in the direction of her dining room noticing her sister placing three plates filled with plastic waffles on the table. A smirk playing on the (h/c) haired girl's lips. An angry brunette storms into the room, blue faced. The (h/c) head bursts out in laughter once his glare falls onto her.

"How could you do this to me?! You know I have a show tonight."

The brunette points to his face, walking up to his giggling sibling and grabbing the bottom of her apron trying to wipe it off.

These were Raquelle's siblings, Ryan and Y/n. Ryan was made in opposition to Ken. Being Raquelle's twin brother, he also was conceited. He considered himself a serious artist doesn't mean he always was one. Y/n was their self proclaimed younger sister. The two basically took her in, she had no family or dream house or official job until she met the two.

"It's a joke, Ryan."

"My face is blue."

The brunette tried to hold his glare on the girl but her giggles were breaking the front he was trying to hold. Raquelle watches the two shaking her head before getting a cloth and holding it under the sink, she turns the knob checking the temperature of the none existent water before holding the cloth under it. She walks up to her twin and starts to wipe the blue residue off of his face.

"I'm sorry, Ryan. I swear it was supposed to be harmless."

"It's all good. Just.. Y'know sleep with one eye open."

He makes eye contact with the younger girl with an evil glint in his eye before leaving to get dressed.

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The three pulled into the beach area of Barbieland, walking out of Ryan's car in coordinated outfits. Raquelle wore a black tank top, black cover up drapped over with red roses and green leaves embroidered on in, and black shorts and sandals, finishing her look wearing a pair of red shades. Y/n wore a black tank top with a black cover up embroidered with red flowers on top, black shorts and red sandals with a pair of clip on golden hoop earrings. Ryan wore a black hawaiian shirt that had red leaves on one side of the shirt and black pants with black tennis shoes. The three strike a pose, Raquelle and Ryan waiting to be noticed and Y/n looking for a specific blonde hair cutie.

"Hiya Y/n!"

The three turned in the direction of the voice. Y/n smile grows as the blonde makes his way over to her. She lifts her hand up in a wave receiving a glare from her brother as she does so.

"Hi Ken!"

Ken's plastic heart skipped a beat when their eyes met. She makes a move to walk towards him but gets pulled back by the brunette boy beside her.

I know we said Ken only has a good day when Barbie looks at him but he has an even better day when it's Y/n. Even though Ken enjoys her attention, he feels guilty as if he's doing something he isn't supposed to.

Kens were meant to love Barbie and Barbie alone. Yet this Ken couldn't help shifting his eyes towards the other doll that was in his life. The one doll that treated him like more than just a sidekick or an annoyance.

Raquelle was aware of the secret glances the two would give each other when Barbie wasn't looking and the dorky smiles that would be on their faces when they caught a glance of the other walking past. She understood very well the feelings her sister was going through as she herself was very taken with this particular Ken at one point in time. When she had first noticed her sister's affection for the doll she was upset, she had already had to compete with Barbie for his attention and now she had to compete with her sister as well but after realizing how much the two dolls cared for each other she decided to back off, wanting her sister to be happy.

Ryan was also well aware of this fact and he hated it. He did everything in his power to keep the two apart, pull his sister in the opposite direction, place a towel on a hole he dug just for Allan to ruin it by falling into it instead, he even convinced Simu! Ken to flirt with his sister; Ken was jealous for a short moment before his sister started being bolder in her attempts to flirt with Ken.

"Barbie invited me to her big blowout party."

Ken goes to grab Y/n's hands only for Ryan to swat them away. Ken just sends her a sheepish grin.

"I was wondering if you wanted to come and maybe we could dance a little."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

The three all look at each other, the (h/c) girl clearly upset by her siblings answer. Raquelle gave her an apologetic look while Ryan glared at a sadden Ken.

"Nothing personal but we aren't really, Barbie's favorite people and she isn't ours. It's best we stay out of each other's way."

"Plus I have a concert tonight."

Ryan pulls his little sister to his side shaking her a little as he does so.

"Y/n has to be there. She's my pianist. You wouldn't want our show to flop now would you Kenny boy?"

Y/n mouths a quick 'sorry' before her siblings pulls her away away from the sad doll, his ocean eyes following her figure.

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Y/n was able to finally get some time away from her siblings. Raquelle noticed said girl moping around after the whole Ken interaction and sent her to grab them ice creams. Ryan play his guitar to serenade some Barbies, She sat with him rolling her eyes every time he would stop to flirt with a Barbie. She had got Kingsley!Ken to help Y/n carry the ice cream back.

"Here you go Y/n."

Ken handed her two strawberry sundaes and held on to the (f/ic) cone for her, following her towards the direction of her siblings.

"Hey Y/n, Hi Ken!!"

Both dolls turned and saw the sunshine that was Barbie headed their way. She waved at the two, making her way over.

"I feel like I haven't seen you all morning."

Contrary to what Raquelle believed Y/n and Barbie actually had a good relationship with each other. She would even consider Barbie her best friend. She was the only Barbie that really made an effort to talk to her in spite of who her siblings were. Though she doesn't know if she was Barbie's.

"Yeah, being around Raquelle will do that."

The blonde thought about that for a second, she looked like she wanted to ask a question but decided against it. Barbie grabs Y/n hands and pulls her closer to her, a big mischievous smile on her face.

"You have to come to my party."

Barbie had a party every night.

Everyday Barbie invited Y/n to come to said party.

Every night the party would end in a girls night.

Every night Y/n wished she could be apart of those girls nights.

Everyday Y/n would have to reject Barbie.

While this hurt Y/n to repeatedly tell her friend 'no,' she didn't want to break the trust of her sister. She also didn't want to be part of the dolls that excluded her sister.

But who wants to see the rejected look on their friend's face every single time this situation happens.

"They don't have to know."

"What?"

"She doesn't have to know, I really want you there tonight."

"Barbie, I can't."

This scenario would never happen. Everyday was the same.

Barbie knew what was coming she heard it everyday but today will NOT be that day.

"What if this is the last party I ever have?"

It all started the same.

It all ended the same.

And yet....

"Y/n, what do you say?"

What do you say?

[honeybeezgobzzzzz]

𓅨 Your Fate is Sealed With Mine: Chapter Thirty

Your Fate is Sealed With Mine: Y/N Burgess is the granddaughter of Alex and Paul, and after having spent so many summers at their manor and always wondering why she was forbidden from entering the basement, she descends the steps into the world of the Order. She broke out the being that had been trapped in that glass cage, but what does he want with her now that he is free?

Warnings: Language.

To Note: Morpheus/Dream x Female!GranddaughterReader, based on Netflix’s ‘The Sandman’, Reader now has long-ish hair for plot reasons (Just so Morpheus can tug on it later). 

Word Count: ~2.0k

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“Is he usually this broody?” Rose asked as you walked down the sidewalk of a road. You had set out to find Jed Walker, Rose’s little brother, while Rose dream walked. You had tagged along because Morpheus was not the most skilled with his people skills and was bound to either piss Rose off or greatly upset her. It was bound to happen, you just knew it. 

“Broody?” You repeated with a small chuckle. “You’re not far from the truth. Morpheus, shall we say Morpheus is somewhat lacking in his social areas? He may hurt someone’s feelings without even realizing it, or seem blunt or even uncaring… but that’s far from the truth. He doesn’t hurt people on purpose, or at the very least, not without reason.” 

“I’m getting the vibe from you that you speak from experience,” Rose said, looking into your face. You glanced at her and gave her a small smile.

“Morpheus has been my shadow for a very long time, we’re had our quarrels.” You responded with a shrug. “It’s not like he’s ever had to live with a human in his palace. He doesn’t entirely understand how we tick, or how we feel. Mortality is an unknown to him, but I’m working on it.”

“With you on him, I’m sure he’ll learn a thing or two,” Rose said shortly before her attention was turned to an orange sports car. Then a naked man, an entirely naked man, started beating on the windows. 

“Babe, please open the door. Let me in the car, this is not funny anymore. Honey, just open the door.” You opened your mouth to say something to Rose, but couldn’t find any words for a few moments. 

“You… have some strange friends.” You spoke, your eyebrow eloquently raised in amusement. 

“I’m aware,” Rose huffed as the man continued his beats on the window with his fist.

“Barbie, open the door. It’s not funny anymore.” The man's voice rose. “Let me in the car! Barb!” 

Rose shook her head lightly before glancing to the side, her eyes caught sight of someone. Morpheus. 

“Ah, I was wondering when he would show up.” You spoke dryly. Morpheus had a habit of lingering on the edges of dreams, as you had experienced in your own. “Quite likes to linger in the background.” You walked your way over to where Morpheus was standing. “Stop looking so grumpy, I’m not appreciating the fellow’s body. It’s not even the first time I’ve seen a naked man.”

Morpheus tilted his head to the side as he stared at you, the underlying emotions fluttering in your belly gave him away, no matter how reserved he looked. He did not like the fact that you were near a naked man (that wasn’t him). You raised your eyebrows at him in counter while Rose ventured over to you.

“Jemima dragged me to strip nights at the clubs in London. I’ve seen plenty of naked men.” His face was well controlled but you did pick up the eye twitch. “I don’t give two shits about a naked man, Morpheus, certainly not that one. Looks like a twat.” 

“Why is this happening? I thought we were looking for Jed.” She asked, confronting Morpheus. 

“We are,” Morpheus answered simply.

“Then why am I in my friends’ dream?” 

“Because you are drawing the dreams of others to you.” 

“Barbie, please! What’d I do?” You all glanced at the scene. 

“Just be careful not to lose yourself in them. Take a moment. Find your path.” Rose looked at you. 

“I’m not the dream walker.’ You told her. “We can only help you so much. You’re the one in control right now.” 

Rose sighed and liked her lower lip, then she seemed to catch sight of something over Morpheus’s shoulder. You looked at what she was staring at. Rose walked up to a paper stapled to a gate it had a photo of a woman and a young boy. She opened the gate and your world shifted. This happened over and over as Rose walked between dreams. Eventually Rose walked ahead and you chose to hang back. 

“Is there something we should be looking for?” You asked, looking around the grasslands you now strode through. 

“Look for? Perhaps not.” Morpheus replied. “She will lead us to Jed when she starts understanding how her power works.” 

“That’s like giving someone a complex machine but no manual, and telling them to start working immediately.” You huffed out. Morpheus raised an eyebrow. 

“Is she not leading us?” That is not what you meant and he knew it. You didn’t push the conversation further and looked ahead as the scene changed once more, this time taking you to a street. Rose looked at a house. “You know this place?” 

Rose brought up the paper in her hand and looked at it, a smile appearing on her face. 

“That was our house growing up. Look.” She held out the picture. The house was identical. 

“You’ve done it. You’ve found your brother's dream.” Morpheus answered, a slightly impressed look on his face. You were going to have a conversation about his low expectations later…

“We found the dream, but how do we find the boy? What do we do?” You asked, glancing at the house and its light tones. It looked peaceful and nice. 

“We find Gault,” Morpheus stated, his eyes taking on a calculated look. Even his emotions went dark on you like he was cutting out his emotions to complete the task of reigning in his rogue arcana. It was only moments later that a sandstorm kicked up in front of you, much like the one Morpheus used when he teleported. A little boy, dressed in a yellow and red suit appeared in front of you, his hand held out. 

“Halt, King of Nightmares, or I’ll send you three to Dreamland.” Rose gaped and took a step forward. 

“Jed?” The boy, Jed presumably, was speechless. But only for a few seconds. Then he seemed to gather himself once more. 

“I am the Guardian of Sleepers. I am Lord of the Dream Domain. I am the Sandman.” You had to physically bite down on your lip to stop yourself from bursting into a fit of giggles. A barrage of amusement hit you and you then nearly had the mind to kick Morpheus in the shin right there. 

“You are the Sandman? Is that what she told you?” Morpheus spoke out. “Where is she? Your master?”

“Morpheus, don’t,” You warned as Jed reached for something at his waist and stepped back. The boy held up a hand. 

“Stay back.” 

“Jed, we’re not here to hurt you,” Rose said, stepping forwards. An older woman appeared, placing a hand on Jed’s shoulder. The woman from the picture. 

“It’s me you want. Not him.” This was Gault? Gault the Nightmare. One of the three major arcana was a normal-looking woman. No, not normal looking. You could feel a film of magic around her. She was using illusionary magic. This wasn’t her true form. 

“Oh my God, Mom?” Rose gasped, wanting to step forward, but being held back by a hand from Morpheus. 

“That is not your mother, Rose,” Morpheus warned. Something seemed to click in Jed’s mind and he pulled down his mask. 

“Rose? Is that you?” The siblings rushed forwards and hugged.

“I’ve been looking for you everywhere.” Rose gasped, reaching up to cup Jed’s cheeks. The little boy beamed and looked back at Gault. 

“Mom, it’s Rose. She’s all grown up.” Jed said excitedly. 

“I’m sorry, Jed,” Morpheus spoke out before he raised his hand.

“Morpheus, I swear! Don’t—,” You tried to get out before he revealed Gault’s true form. It was too late. The facade of Walker’s mother faded to reveal a beautiful woman with the galaxy and stars within her skin. 

“Mom! What did you do to her!?”

“Jed! Jed, look at me.” Rose called out, holding Jed back from going after Morpheus. “She is not our mom. Our mom is not here, but I am, and I need you to tell me where you are.”

“I’m right here?” Jed responded in confusion. 

“No, Jeddy, this is a dream. When you wake up, where will you be? Look, Did you write this?” Rose held up the paper she had been carrying. 

“Uncle Barnaby said he’s gonna break every bone in my body,” Jed replied, backing away. “Aunt Clarice won’t be able to stop him.” 

While Rose tried to get Jed to tell her where he was, your eyes went to Gault. Gault was crying. Obviously, she was doing this for a reason, she wasn’t harming Jed, no, in fact, she seemed to want to protect him.

“Oh,” You breathed out, automatically taking a step forwards to see what had upset the arcana so much. Morpheus was sharply yanking you back. “Morpheus!” You hissed at him. 

“Come, Gault, we must go,” Morpheus said. Your head snapped to his. Did he not intend to follow through with his word to find where Jed was? No, he did stay true to his words. You had found Jed, but no promise had been made regarding his physical body. Gault solemnly walked over. 

“No, Morpheus we are not leaving, not now,” You snapped at him, harshly yanking on your wrist. He pulled on it, dragging your body against his while he stared down into your eyes coldly. You glared into his eyes, your irises no doubt blazing silver in anger. You looked back at Rose who glanced at you just as the dream faded and you disappeared. Landing in the throne room, you all but wrenched your arm out of its socket putting distance between yourself and Morpheus. “Are you out of your bloody mind!?” You shouted at him. “You just left—“

Morpheus was stepping forward and seizing your chin in hand, jerking your face up. You let out a small cry and saw his normally silver-blue eyes burn in simmering rage. 

“Do not think yourself to be in control of my realm and affairs, Y/N Burgess.” He hissed out. It wasn’t his words or his anger that scared you. It was the lack of emotion you were currently feeling from him. Like he didn’t even care that he had just ripped someone’s longtime hope from them. Your lips trembled and you couldn’t decide if it was because you wanted to erupt into a raging noxious storm of animosity or because you felt like bursting into tears. Well, the tears were a given because you felt your eyes burning. He had pushed you too far this time. Feeling overwhelmed and that your lungs were constricting in your chest, you concentrated on transporting yourself to your little safe haven. The garden. You disappeared from Morpheus’s hold in a violent vortex of sand, leaving behind an angry Morpheus.

You landed and stumbled, falling to your knees on the tiled path. Your knees took the brunt of your fall and tears started leaking from your burning eyes. No, don’t let him know how much he had hurt you. Don’t let him see your weakness. You focused on the wall and threw everything you had at it, watching as it rose like an impenetrable fortress. Once sheltered, you let out a shuddering breath before sobbing, feeling silence and nothing for the first time in so long. Loneliness crept in like it had been waiting at the door for a sliver of a chance to sneak back in the first chance it had. But you’d have loneliness over him. Loneliness over heartbreak. Overhead the skies darkened in a storm and you knew it was because of you. Good. The entire realm would feel just how upset you were and would see it. You couldn’t suffer in silence anymore, you wouldn’t. 

Your fingernails sunk into the tile below, gouging chunks of stone until you had clawed valleys. Anger filled your veins, then cracks started appearing around you, spreading to the rest of the pathway like disease. The beautiful plants around you started to go limp and die. What was green turned brown then black. Soon the entire garden was dead, not even the statues were spared. They crumbled and aged, breaking apart into barely recognizable chunks of marble. The fountain stopped its gurgling, and grew dark in color, cracking in half. This was no longer an oasis, but a graveyard. You blinked and hot tears soon turned glacier-cold. Lifting your eyes from the crackled and broken tile, you stared at the stormy skies and focused on your power one last time. Eyes burning silver as power spun around you in a vortex, you had one last thought: you knew better than to push me, Morpheus. You knew better.

Date Published: 11/25/22

Last Edit: 8/20/23

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