#sleeping cat rules still apply

[dramat-ique]

Bart’s high speed chatter is basically white noise at this point. Timmy’s in for the best sleep of his life.

[cephalog0d]

Batkid Drabble - "Trapped"

((For @dangerousdan-dan because I couldn't get this image out of my head and it makes me laugh.))

“Stop taking pictures and help,” Tim hissed as loudly as he dared. Steph absolutely did not do either, instead shifting to get a better angle of both Tim’s panicked expression and Damian’s cheek smushed against his shoulder.

“Cat rules, Timothan, you’re stuck.”

“I’m gonna be stuck with a knife when he wakes up!”

Steph sent the picture to the group chat, then immediately had to silence her phone as people responded. Tim winced and made an unsuccessful swipe for it, then went utterly still as either the sound or his movement abruptly roused Damian from his sleep.

For a long, tense moment nobody moved. Steph leaned back precariously over the coffee table, out of reach, while Tim sat frozen, one arm outstretched. Neither of them dared to even breathe.

Damian blinked slowly, muttered something unintelligible, then shifted to close the distance between him and Tim again before dropping his head heavily onto Tim’s shoulder and going back asleep almost instantly.

“Oh my god,” Steph breathed, hastily reopening the group chat. Tim looked, if anything, even more distressed.

“Stephanie. Help.”

“Shh, the baby’s sleeping.”

Tim’s face said she would pay for this later, but the photos would be worth it. Probably.

((Also on AO3))

[burningembers91]

Rare - The Salesman x Fem!Reader (NSFW)

Follow up piece to:

Freak of Nature

On Display

A Game of Cat and Mouse

Crime of Passion

Synopsis: The Salesman wants to play a game with you. But when he changes the rules, so do you

A/N: I am immensely proud of this series. It’s unlike anything I’ve written before and I love exploring the darker sides of characters. This particular fic is probably my favourite so far. I wanted to thank everyone for the frankly mind boggling love I have received on all my fics so far. Thank you ❤️

It had been two weeks since your mysterious man in the grey suit had saved you. Two weeks since you’d given in to your desires. The day after he fucked you so hard that your bed slats broke, an entirely new bed arrived. One with a plush, cream, fabric headboard and a mattress that felt like you were sleeping on a cloud sent straight from heaven.

His heroics in the alleyway, the transition from something psychological to physical had changed the dynamics of your relationship. He didn’t want to admit it, but he could feel himself falling under your spell. It was a constant struggle to maintain the upper hand, to continue the illusion that you were entirely at his mercy. But you both knew it was a mutual torture, that each of you had the other twisted so deliciously around your respective fingers. The other night he had come so close to telling you his name. It had been so long since he’d spoken it, he wasn’t entirely sure he knew what is was anymore. But there was something about you, something deliciously dark bubbling after your soft, shea scented skin. You could be the death of him, this beautiful femme fatale. He wasn’t quite ready to relinquish control to you though; he still wanted to try and break you.

You received a phone call one day, requesting your attendance at an incredibly high end dress store in Myeong-Dong. As you made your way through the doors, the eye watering price tags made your jaw drop. You could never in a thousand lifetimes afford a dress like this; but you knew someone who could.

You were whisked into a private area, where several women with tape measures took measurements of your body. They didn’t speak to you, didn’t answer any of your questions. You were there less than five minutes, after being instructed to return to the store the next day to pick up your purchase.

“But I didn’t order anything,” you exclaimed, “can you just tell me what’s going on.”

“Our client is very discreet,” the store manager responded. “Please arrive promptly tomorrow to collect your purchase.”

You couldn’t text Mr Grey Suit to ask him what he was up to. You still weren’t privy to any personal information about him, including his phone number. He didn’t come to see you that night, leaving you to stew in your own thoughts about what he could have possibly ordered you.

The next day, you arrived at the time requested, and were once again greeted by the store manager who handed you a dress bag, with a note attached. I will see you tonight, 7pm. DO NOT LOOK IN THIS BAG UNTIL THEN. I will know if you do. You headed home, desperate to look inside the bag. You didn’t dare though, you had absolutely no doubt he would know if you took a peek.

Your grey suited man arrived at your apartment at 7pm sharp. He nodded appreciatively at your immaculate hair and makeup, cupping your chin in his hand as his eyes explored yours.

“Tonight,” he explained, “you will do exactly what I say, when I say it. If you disobey me, you will be punished. If you perform satisfactorily, you will be rewarded.”

“If I perform satisfactorily?” You scoffed. “I didn’t realise I was a circus monkey.”

He wiped his thumb along your lower lip, smearing the lipstick you’d applied not 10 minutes ago.

“You will do exactly what I say,” he growled. “Now, get dressed into the gift I gave you. And clean your face up. You have 5 minutes. Do not keep me waiting.”

You did as you were asked, presenting yourself like a piece of meat on a platter for him. He nodded approvingly, his hand trailing down the burgundy silk of the evening dress that fit you like a glove, the one he’d had made especially for you. You were a vision, an angel sent straight from heaven. He wasn’t going to tell you that though; he didn’t want to give you the satisfaction.

He took you to the most expensive restaurant in Seoul, where a private room had been set up especially. The staff were very discreet, and he’d need exactly that for what he hand in store for you tonight. You sat down opposite him at the small table, classical music quietly playing through the speakers. The room had no windows, lit only by the dimness of the candles dotted around the room.

“I took the liberty of ordering for you,” Mr Grey Suit said. “I’d expect you to eat every single bite.”

Champagne arrived, followed by oysters. You hated oysters with a fiery passion, but you forced yourself to finish every single one. You refused to show your distaste for them, refused to grimace as the slimy substance slid down your throat. Next up was steak, rare, the meat still oozing blood into to your plate, seeping into the accompanying potatoes. Your stomach turned; you hated red meat. You hadn’t eaten it since you were 10, the smell of it sending your stomach churning.

“I can’t,” you whispered, the metallic smell of the dead animals blood seeping into your nose.

“Are you disobeying me?” He asked, tutting as he tucked a linen napkin into his shirt. “I’m supposing you want to be punished then?”

“Please,” you choked, “anything but steak. I can’t, it’s the smell.”

“Stand up.” He told you. You stood to attention, ignoring the rising bile in your throat. “Come here.”

You did as you were told, your breath hitching as he pulled up your dress to your waist.

“Bend over,” he instructed. You obeyed, hearing the sound of his steak knife slide through the fabric of your lace underwear. You cried out as a sharp, swift slap was delivered to your right cheek, quickly followed by another, and then another. Each hit was harder than the last, tears streaking your face. The mixture of pleasure and pain was exquisite and yet so unbearable.

“Will you do as you’re told now?” He asked, his breath slightly ragged. You were soaking wet as you nodded, and he to resist sliding his fingers inside you. He was supposed to be punishing you after all, not giving you what you wanted.

You sat back down, the skin of your ass stinging as it made contact with the leather chair. Mascara smudged your cheeks, your face flushed. You looked down at the rare steak, then back up your mystery man. He was smiling so smugly at you; he clearly thought he’d won this little game. You smiled sweetly back, picked up your knife and fork, and sliced into the meat. You did your best to ignore the blood that seeped from it. You hardly breathed as you ate, swallowing the bile that continued to rise. A flash of anger contorted his usually handsome features; you were besting him yet again.

You proudly showed off your empty plate, sweat peppering your forehead from the immense effort. You refused to show you him how unwell you felt, choosing to down your glass of champagne to remove the metallic taste from your tongue. He begrudgingly poured you more, both of you smiling as you tried to figure out the others next move.

“What do I get then?” You finally asked, when the silence became too much.

“I’m sorry?” He said, dabbing the corner of his napkin as he surveyed you.

“You said if I did everything you asked, you’d reward me,” you reminded him.

“Ah,” he chuckled, “but you didn’t do everything I asked.”

“Yes, I did,” you snapped back. “I wore the dress, I ate the oysters and the fucking steak!” Eating that piece of meat had almost made you sick, but you’d done it. And he was reneging on his end of the bargain.

“But I had to punish you before you would eat he,” he smiled.

“And I did,” you hissed back at him, fists clenched under the table. “You can’t do this.”

“I can do whatever I want,” he whispered.

You looked him up again, his smug face looking entirely slappable in that moment.

“And so can I,” you decided. “Goodnight.” Throwing your napkin down on the table, you headed for the door.

“Wait!” His voice was desperate, panicked. He didn’t want you to leave. You stopped in your tracks, turning slowly to face him. He looked uneasy, wondering why his game wasn’t going the way he wanted.

“Fine, you sighed, “I’ll stay, but you’re going to play one of my games now.”

You fucked him on the floor of that private dining room, straddling him as you pressed the steak knife to his throat, the one he’d used to slice off your underwear. He quivered underneath you, entirely at your mercy as your slick, tight walls swallowed him again and again. He came with a strangled cry, thrusting his hips up into you as you drained every last drop of his seed.

Leaning down, you planted a single tender kiss on his lips.

“Goodnight, Mr Grey Suit,” you whispered. Standing up, you left him lying there on the cold marble floor, his cock still hard and his breathing ragged.

He had seriously underestimated you. What had started as a game of control, was now something entirely new to him. For the first time in his life, he was entirely at someone else’s mercy.

[malusokay]

Glow-up tips that actually work from your favourite beauty girly (me)

Hot girls don't gatekeep, so here are some of my favourite glow-up tips that actually work. <3

Skin

Find a skincare routine that works for you!! It took me years to find mine, but now my skin is literally perfect. <3 (let me know if you guys want a detailed skincare routine!!)

Don't pick your skin, the less you touch your face, the better.

I believe ice rollers are bs…

If you struggle with dark circles, don't try fixing them through skincare. Most likely, the problem comes from your diet or stress.

Dry brushing is a game-changer!!

Use lotion after every shower and apply a body spray before the lotion is fully absorbed into your skin. You'll smell amazing for DAYS.

Don't try homemade skincare if you already struggle with your skin. I learned it the hard way, lol…

WASH YOUR MAKEUP BRUSHES

Hair

The more heat you use, the more damage you'll have.

SILK PILLOWCASES

Never sleep with wet or damp hair.

Stop buying cheap shampoo and conditioner, also make sure to check the ingredients!!

Some ingredients to avoid: Sulfates, Parabens, Polyethene Glycols, Triclosan, Formaldehyde, Synthetic Fragrances and Colors, Dimethicone, Retinyl Palmitate.

I trim my hair every 3 months.

If you have damaged hair, invest in some Olaplex!! my favourites are N4c, N6 and N7. <3

Diet

green juice actually makes you feel better. I make mine at home and LOVE it :)

Balance is key!! I swear by the 80/20 rule.

Drink more water, even if you think you're drinking enough. DRINK MORE

Keto is BS <3

Focus on eating more protein. Usually, low-fat products have more protein, so I just try to buy those, lol.

I eat gluten-free, not by choice… But it did clear my acne, so…

Take supplements, get a blood test done, discuss it with a doctor and start taking whatever they recommend. GAME CHANGER.

EAT MORE VEGETABLES and fruits.

Lifestyle

Focus on being more active, walk more, workout, join a club or sport, dance, whatever works for you!!

I aim for 10K steps, I live in a big city, so I usually walk more than that but still.

Hobbies that don't include screen time. Trust me.

Find your personal style and ALWAYS dress up. <3

TREAT YOURSELF. Buy yourself flowers, and presents, go to your favourite restaurants, vacations!!

Read more. As a classics lover, I can't imagine a life without literature, but even if you don't like classics, any book is better than no book!!

Take more pictures. I've noticed that I have become a lot more present since I've started taking more pictures!! highly recommend :)

I hate to say this, but getting up earlier is lowkey kinda great... been doing it for a few weeks, and unfortunately, I do feel better... they were right...

Get a cat. :)

Mindset

Stop assuming that everyone hates you, they don't, trust me.

Journaling, manifesting, law of attraction, affirmations.

one of my favourite affirmations: "if I weren't capable, the opportunity wouldn't have come my way; I belong here." <3

Stop hanging out with people who drain your energy

stop consuming media that makes you feel bad.

What would the highest version of yourself do?

If you change your mindset, you will change your life.

Romanticise every aspect of your life. <3

As always, please feel free to share your own suggestions and glow-up tips in the comments! <3

✩‧₊*:・love ya ･:*₊‧✩

[sidefanficaccounttohidemyshame]

*Angrily looks around* ok so we're not writing more werewolf Valeria???? Fucking fine I'll do it myself

En Sus Marcus Part 1/?

Part 2

Summary: Valeria hunts you through the woods, fucks the shit out of you. Congratulations you won and you're her pet housewife now <3

2nd person omniscient, black reader, she/her pronouns, no use of y/n, no actual smut in this chapter but still sexy as fuck, kinda dubcon, but reader's DEF into it, bimbo reader, reader's dumb as shit y'all. That being said I could see myself doing similar, dom Valeria, sub reader, predator/prey dynamic, fucky and inaccurate Spanish (corrections greatly appreciated)

This is self indulgent trash and I the humble outdoor cat feasting on the week old chicken wings inside it.

🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙

It was stupid to be out in the forest this late, you knew how stupid it was to be in the forest this late.

You were exhausted. Your boss had worked you to the bone for the last three fucking years and still had the nerve to complain when you used your pto for a single week off to enjoy Halloween—your least busy week of the year—by yourself in a cozy little cabin in the woods.

But you were also stupid. So stupid. And so scared. Your first day in you nearly gave yourself carbon monoxide poisoning when you forgot to open the fireplace hatch. Your second day, you'd left the gas on for an hour and set the smoke alarm off for the second time in three days, and now, your third day in, you saw what looked like a limping dog outside, in the pitch black darkness and your dumbass decided to follow it?

You were cursing yourself out the entire time. Horror movie rule number one was without fail, the black guy dies first. And here you were waltzing into the woods after a random animal that you full well could've hallucinated.

But you didn't. You know you didn't. And while that dog was huge, if it was willing to come that close to the house it had to have been someone's pet. Even if it was a wolf dog or something it was obvious it had been abandoned. You weren't a vet, but it seemed way too alert and aware of how you stood by the door. You'd seen YouTube videos of how animals with rabies acted. They were haunting, but the dog didn't move like that. Aside from a slight limp its head still darted in your direction when it spotted you peeking out the giant glass door into the backyard. Its tongue lolled out of its mouth when it heard you call after it for godsake.

You couldn't explain why or how, and you hoped it wouldn't attack you because explaining why you left the house to medical professionals would make you feel like the biggest wet noodle known to man, but it looked like it wanted you to come closer. So you did.

You walked towards it slowly, making sure to avoid eye contact and making yourself look too big or too small, trying to remember the "if it's black fight back, if it's brown get down" rule and whether or not that only applied to bears. You managed to close enough distance between the two of you that you could shine your phone's weak flashlight on the creature to check if there was any blood on it.

Thankfully there wasn't, not so thankfully it got up, and calmly walked further into the woods, turning its head back every few steps to stare at you pathetically.

At this point, maybe if you hadn't finished half a bottle of pink moscato, you would've recognized that it was probably just politely asking you to back off. In the way an animal does when it does not want to fight. But sadly, you had. And the wolf wasn't staring at you like it was trying to avoid a fight, It was staring at you like how dogs stare at people in those probably faked rescue videos where they lead the cameraman to a den full of newborn puppies.

You didn't know what was wrong with this animal but you knew you wouldn't be able to sleep at night if you didn't make sure. And you didn't know that there were multiple hotlines in the area you could call instead of risking both of your lives.

It kept looking back at you, tail flat between its legs, ears pinned back, what could only be considered a giant dopey looking smile on its face as you trailed behind it for long enough that your feet started to hurt despite the hiking boots you'd thrown on before leaving the house.

You were freezing sadly because it was the sole practical element of your outfit.

You were in a lacy pink silk nightie that stopped just at your thigh. Thick brown thighs jiggling a little with each step. If you'd bent over, the wolf could've gotten a nice and pleasant view of your pussy peaking out from underneath the fabric cause you never went to bed with panties on. You could've run to pick some up but you didn't want to chance that the animal would be gone by the time you got back with no proof of if it even existed.

Your phone battery was low. Not dangerously so, but enough that it made you really stupid for going out without your little pink portable charger.

But it was such a stupid spontaneous decision. One you'd spend the rest of your life paying for.

You froze when the wolf darted out of sight suddenly. So fast you didn't have time to point your light towards the direction it ran, it was gone before your eyes had caught up to your ears and processed the rustling of leaves trailing off into the distance.

And now you were painfully aware of the fact that you were alone in the woods. And you had no idea how far you'd gone off the path. And that even if it had stayed, the injured animal probably couldn't offer you much help against a bear, or worse, a man with a gun.

You started shivering, the crisp fall air was delightful in the early mornings, but the sun set at 5pm that day and it was in the high forties now. You weren't even wearing a little sweater to keep your arms warm.

Valeria noticed.

She hadn't actually been injured. She wasn't even limping believe it or not, you just weren't wearing your glasses and couldn't tell that she was walking normally. Let alone that she was much much bigger than a wolf dog.

You smelled divine with your pumpkin spice body oil and the cheap wine clinging to your lips.

Valeria was here for fun too. She owned these woods. And everything in them. She was stunned that you hadn't noticed how deadly silent your romantic evening walk had been. There were so many signs this was a trap.

It wasn't at first, of course. She rented the cabin out. She liked to see who stayed in her home away from home when she wasn't there. What they smelled like. Tasted like. If they looked fun to hunt. But then there you were. Standing outside in your pretty pink dress, her favorite color glowing against your skin and making you look like a goddess underneath the light of the moon. Normally she'd have left you alone. She'd always had a soft spot for pretty girls. But you looked and smelled so divine she just had to get closer. And closer. And closer.

She realized you'd spotted her the moment she realized you were her mate.

She could've shat herself she was so scared. The elation from finding her mate and complete dread at the fact that you were so gullible consumed her with every step you took further into the forest.

She'd have to teach you a lesson.

With all the spoiling she was gonna do to you, you'd probably get bratty. She'd have to teach you many more. She wasn't complaining.

But for now, you needed to learn why you don't follow strange animals into the woods.

And you needed to learn that you were hers. Quickly.

You looked around erratically. On the verge of tears. She could hear your little heartbeat racing.

That's when she decided to shift back.

"Excuse me, are you alright?" She nearly convinced herself she meant it.

You jolted around and immediately started bawling. She wrapped her arms around you, pressing you to her bare chest.

"Hey, it's alright. Can you tell me what happened, princesa?

You nodded, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I've just been so stressed at work and there was this dog—I think it was a wolf dog, and she's hurt and she's definitely someone's pet and she looked like she was leading me to her puppies and I got worried cause if she was willing to lead me there, that means she'd be willing to lead someone dangerous there, so I followed her and we went too deep into the woods and I'm on vacation, I don't know these woods, I'm from L.A.!"

She nodded along, trying to hold back her laughter.

"Pobrecita. You just need someone to protect you, huh?"

You froze. Suddenly and painfully aware of the fact that your head was pressed directly into the bare tits of another woman. You were far from displeased and it wasn't the first time, but still, why in the flying fuck would there be a woman in the woods even more naked than you were?

"Um, ma'am, why are you naked?"

She tossed her head back laughing.

"Ay, que rico, la niña que no lleva nada más que su lencería quiere saber por qué estoy desnuda."

You were kicking yourself mentally at the fact that you hadn't been more serious about learning Spanish all these years. That little green owl was going to kill you if this weird ass woman didn't do the job for him.

"I'm sorry?" Was all you said instead, trying to make your way out of her embrace.

It didn't work. She did let you wiggle around enough that you could crane your neck to look up at her, however, and by god were you grateful. Big pretty brown eyes, hair the perfect length to tug on while she ate you out, an aquiline nose. And the most beautiful, wolfish smile you could ever imagine.

She was the kind of woman that'd make you leave a room just to avoid embarrassing yourself in front of her.

You immediately felt guilty for sexualizing her despite the fact that she was naked and had pressed your face into her tits two seconds ago.

"Shit, you're not doing so hot either, huh? Do you wanna go back to where I'm staying and get some hot chocolate, maybe a shower? Alone! Of course! I can call anyone if you need help too! Oh wait I forgot I had my phone! I can just call the sheriff or something—" she grabbed your phone out of your hands and threw it off into the woods.

You were silent for an embarrassingly long time.

"What the fuck dude." You said it so quietly and calmly Valeria couldn't help but laugh.

"Don't worry. I'll remember where it went in the morning."

You tried with a lot more fervor to put yourself far out of arms reach from the woman, failing every time. She didn't even have to exert a large amount of strength to pin you to her. You didn't let it stop you, but you knew, you wouldn't be moving unless she let you.

She let her long, sharp—sharper than they should be, you had a fresh set of stilettos, they were not that sharp—nails graze your skin just slightly. A warning. You weren't dumb enough to miss that.

"Stop. Moving." Something was wrong. She growled at you. You'd been growled at before in bed by exes, they didn't sound like that. She sounded like she was barely able to form the words. Like she was twisting her vocal cords around to make sense of the random sounds and syncopations that just so happened to make your little pussy drool.

"Here's what's going to happen, princesa. I'm going to give you..." she leaned in to sniff at your bonnet, shivering and pressing her mouth to your forehead, letting out a moan as her hand snaked down your waist to rub at your ass, just above where your nightgown had already ridden up more than dangerously high. "Ten seconds."

"...Ten seconds to what?"

You could feel her grin grow unnaturally wide against you.

"To run."

This time you shivered. This poor woman was crazy and in need of help and here you were getting off to her delusions. What a creep.

"And then when I catch you, I'm going to breed that wet little pussy. I'm going to take you home. And I'm going to fill you up some more, sólo para asegurarme de que funciona."

You were having a hard time breathing. Her voice was so low and even. Her fingers danced at the hem of your dress and as awful as it was you didn't even want to run. You wanted her to snake her fingers just a bit lower and breed you here. You needed her fingers, her cock, her mouth, whatever she'd give you. You could feel your own cum pooling down your thighs which had literally never happened to you before. She was causing chemical reactions in your body you weren't sure had been previously seen within the human race.

She huffed, smiling a bit.

"Oh! Someone's excited."

You whimpered a bit, at the sensation of her claws digging into the fat of your ass.

"Let's get something straight, princesa. If you don't run properly," she pressed you even closer to her, "if you don't make the chase fun," she trailed her nose down the side of your face, pressing you impossibly close. Her grip so tight it was starting to actually hurt, "then I'll kill you."

You laughed a little bit, or tried to. Wheezed would be more accurate.

"Oh, I'm not kidding. Tengo que demostrar que serás una buena compañera, nena. Que te aseguraras de que tus hijas sean fuertes."

Valeria was of course, lying. But you didn't know that. You didn't know that she'd make sure your kids would grow up nice and strong and much much smarter than their ditsy mother was the day they first met.

"You ready, coñejita?" Her grip loosened slightly, and you immediately took your chance to bite her on the neck. Hard. Hoping she'd let go completely and you'd be able to run back to your cabin and use the ancient house phone before she cut the lines or something.

She didn't though, she just frowned. But you could see the edges of her lips fighting to twitch up into her normal Cheshire grin.

"I didn't say it was time to start running, coñejita."

She grabbed your jaw and tilted your head to the side, trailing her sharp teeth down your neck. You felt like they were cutting skin but her hot breath soothed the ache the second it started.

"En su marca."

She grabbed your ass so hard you could feel the chill night air on your dripping cunt.

"Lista."

She pressed a kiss to your neck with a gentleness you wouldn't have guessed she'd be capable of.

"Fuera."

You knew what it meant but she still didn't let go. She wanted you to feel it through your body when the chase had really begun.

She whispered into you ear, teasingly. Joyfully. An excited impatience emanating from her voice.

"Run."

[pinksugardollz]

Self Care Guide For Bad Mental Health Days

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♡ let yourself cry! feeling sad when you have bpd can feel like the world is ending, but it isn’t. feeling sad is normal, and it’s completely okay. don’t demonise your emotions. let it out

♡ cuddle with your pets! cats are absolutely amazing for this, dogs too. lil furry babies make me so happy and cheer me up so much when im feeling low

♡ take as many naps as you need without guilt. rest rest rest, even on your good days! stop overworking yourself

♡ shower, you don’t have to do your full routine, just make sure you wash yourself then apply your favourite lotion and sweet scented perfume

♡ cosy up and watch something that makes you happy. nostalgic tv shows are great, on my bad days i really love watching spongebob bratz or strawberry shortcake

♡ invest in a 2L water bottle and keep it by your bed for those low motivation days

♡ light your favourite bakery scented candle, sweet scents always uplift my mood

♡ do not isolate yourself, try to keep in contact with friends or family

♡ eat some chocolate or chips, whatever your favourite comfort food is. your happiness is more important than your diet

♡ if you’re struggling to get out of bed, try keeping everything you need on your bedside table so you can still do your skincare routines and take your daily vitamins from your bed

♡ run a nice relaxing bubble bath!!!

♡ put on some cosy pjs & grab a pink fluffy blanket and snuggle on the sofa instead of staying in bed all day

♡ set rules for yourself, write some things you that want to achieve in a day. such as keeping your skin moisturised, shower twice a day, drink enough water, getting out of bed. anything that applies to you. self care can become confusing and daunting, so write everything down to remind yourself to look after and cherish yourself

♡ make sure you’re eating enough. even if you’re not feeling hungry, if you don’t have the energy to cook, order takeout! it’s ok to eat takeout sometimes, just not all of the time as junk food can be highly addictive, and obviously isn’t very good for you

♡ try writing down your thoughts and feelings. i love journaling and covering the pages with pink stickers and making it look all pretty, it’s so therapeutic

♡ reach out to a mental health professional if things get too bad. this may feel hard, but if you need help desperately pls get it

♡ acknowledge that what you’re feeling is just temporary, whatever you’re feeling won’t last forever

♡ make sure you’re getting enough sleep. whenever i didn’t get enough sleep in the past, i would sometimes start seeing and hearing things, and would become very paranoid and disassociated, which is obviously not what anyone wants. so pls pls pls make sure you’re prioritising your sleep

♡ treat yourself, buy something pink and pretty just because you can

♡ take a day or 2 off work (if allowed)

tiny disclaimer: these tips may seem obvious to those of you without serious mental health problems, and they may be things you do everyday but when someone with mental health problems is in a really bad place, they can sometimes forget how to look after themselves properly, or in my case a few years ago i would just stop caring about myself. i love all of my pretty sugar dollies so much, look after yourselves and i really hope some of these tips help you 🎀🦢

[amoebaforce]

scions at a sleepover

it's Krile's nameday, and to celebrate, the former scions are spending the night in the Baldesion Annex. let's see what hijinks ensue. (inspired by this image of pajama Y'shtola)

Krile

truly the hostess with the most-est.

she let Tataru order the nameday cake, but Krile picks out all the snacks and beverages herself. her favorites, of course, but she makes sure everyone has something they like.

insists that everyone arrive in their pajamas. hers are yellow with little blue cats on them.

pulls out three different board games to pick from, some of them hers and some of them from her grandfather's old collection.

keeps the orchestration rolls pumping until the neighbors complain.

takes a commemorative photo and hangs it on her wall afterward.

Y'shtola

knows full well that there will be drinks and food, but still shows up with wine and chocolate bonbons to share.

wears a black satin nightgown and robe, with matching slippers and eye mask.

ropes Alisaie, Krile, Urianger, and the WoL into doing skincare masks with her, giggling the entire time.

even convinces Alphinaud to let her paint his nails. it isn't a very difficult task, all things considered.

doesn't start the pillow fight, just watches it unfold as she sips her wine.

passes out at midnight and doesn't move until dawn, missing a few late-night activities but waking up fresher than anyone.

Alisaie

starts the pillow fight.

eats half the candy and drinks 75% of the fruit juice. still high on sugar 36 hours later but has no regrets.

challenges Thancred to an arm-wrestling match, the results of which are hotly contested to this day.

spends a good portion of the night making up a very-elaborate secret handshake with the Warrior. they practice it over and over until they can do it with their eyes closed.

loudest "happy nameday" singer in the room.

her "pajamas" consist of a big t-shirt and chocobo-print shorts.

Alphinaud

wearing a classic button-up pajama set, blue with white polka dots, and bunny slippers.

says he doesn't want his nails painted, but then gets very invested in the color-selecting process and watches intently as the varnish is applied. scolds his sister when she almost smudges the finished product.

gets WAAYYY too competitive in their board game, insists they play 100% by the rules. loses to Estinien anyway.

ends up in the corner with Urianger eventually. he pulls out his drawing pad and sketches a few candid portraits: G'raha getting his hair braided, Krile blowing out the candles, the Warrior studying a hand of cards.

falls asleep first... wakes up with fake eyeglasses drawn onto his face.

Thancred

draws eyeglasses on Alphinaud's face with Krile's paints. careful fingers are quite handy (pun intended) in times like these.

absentmindedly downs an entire plate of candied chestnuts by himself while he watches Estinien cheat at their board game.

refuses a skincare treatment while Y'shtola's awake, then puts one on himself after she's fallen asleep. eye cucumbers and all.

when it gets late, he blows out most of the candles and tells a ghost story, putting on voices and using blankets and pillows as costumes.

gets admonished by Urianger because his story was "too scary".

eventually dozes off sitting upright in the corner, arms crossed like he fell asleep waiting for a wagon.

Urianger

arrives in a full old-man nightgown, gets mercilessly clowned for it by Estinien and the WoL

genuinely thinks the purpose of a sleepover is to sleep. starts drinking chamomile tea at 9 pm.

Krile requests a birthday card reading. Urianger obliges, and the next thing he knows, everyone wants one.

enjoys his facemask so much, he leaves it on for ten minutes longer than he's meant to.

does a puppet show to "make up for" Thancred's scary story, except he chooses an epic tragedy whose ending makes everyone cry.

yells at G'raha and the WoL for giggling at 5 am.

Estinien

didn't own pajamas until the day before, so he went out and bought a simple pair for the party. chooses a plain t-shirt and cotton plaid pants.

brings flowers as a gift for Krile, even though she said no gifts. grins to himself when she blushes.

wasn't paying attention when the board game rules were explained. doesn't even realize he was cheating until hours after he won.

laughs his ass off while Thancred draws on Alphinaud. suggests other "art" to add to the canvas, but Krile says one is enough, and he doesn't dare cross the nameday girl.

pounds back three bottles of wine between himself and Y'shtola. he's a pretty calm drunk, but the hangover is killer.

G'raha

he and the WoL arrive in matching attire, each carrying a plate of cookies.

lets Alisaie and Krile braid his hair into a bunch of different styles. models them for the adoring crowd.

persuaded into dancing by the WoL, surprises everyone by actually being good at it.

"judges" the much-contested arm wrestling match, but his official ruling of "too close to call" is still under question.

eats too many sweets and gives himself a stomach ache, has to bum some tea from Urianger.

is so traumatized by Thancred's terrifying tale that he can't sleep. even after the puppet show.

[jessy-the-martian-girl]

This family fanfic was inspired by the sweetest art from amazing @anastasui 💝🤗🤭 Thanks again for bringing my girls their looks, and for Luis 💝

Behold: Luis, his (and my sweet girl) Jessy Jones, their little princesa Mellie (Melinda Serra Jones) and their cat Misty 💝😍🥰

In this story Mellie is four and a half, she was born about a year after the events of the OG RE4 (September, 21st, 2005). Jessy is 34 (November, 13th, 1975), Luis is 33 (December, 7th, 1976). This story takes place about a year before the wild crossover happens (April, 17th, 2010, and the crossover is set to start in late May, 2011).

Yes, the title is kinda referencing one specific movie with Michelle Pfeiffer, not the plot, but the "aftertaste" I had from that movie.

And I tried to go the fluffiest way I'm capable of, yet, still with a tint of "baking soda".

AO3 link here.

One Fine Day

Polaroids Seeing love in your hazel eyes Polaroids Hear your heartbeat in your loving voice All the lights All the nights All the times Kosy - Polaroids

On that Saturday spring morning, Luis' dream was disturbed by a quite persistent ray of sunlight. That ray broke through the young foliage of the trees outside and made it past the curtains just to rest on the Spaniard's face.

Still not fully awake, the man listened and tried to feel into his surroundings. Nothing felt out of place. Jess was sleeping peacefully right next to him, smiling in her sleep, with her cheek pressed against his chest. Their ginger cat, Misty, was snoozing at their feet, pinning those limbs with a warm and purring weight. He probably slipped into their bedroom late at night, after the couple has finally made a good use of time for themselves and fell asleep.

“Little fluff, opens all doors like a pro”, - the Spaniard thought lazily, a tender smile forming on his lips as he opened one eye just to make sure that his assessment of surroundings was correct. - “Though we need to teach him the art of closing those doors. Mel still sees even slightly open doors as an invitation. At least this morning we're in our pajamas...”

Actually, it has been two years since that rainy day when he had picked up a weak and extremely dirty kitten. And in those years, with combined efforts of their family, said kitten managed to grow into a gorgeous cat, who turned out to be slightly mischievous and at the same time incredibly affectionate and intelligent creature. Yet, Serra still referred to this family member as a “little fluff”, mostly out of habit.

And Luis' thoughts on doors came because not so long ago, right after their daughter's forth birthday, they've made an agreement upon a new rule for them all: “If the door is closed, knock first, wait for a reply, then enter, unless it's an emergency.” - but their girl pretended to “forget” about that rule at times, and believed that the rule didn't apply at all if the door was even slightly opened.

Next to him Jessica sighed sleepily, leaning closer to the warmth of Luis' body and turning for a more comfortable pose, and the Spaniard smiled. He usually was the first one to wake up and he absolutely adored those cozy morning moments, when they didn't have to rush, cursing the alarm clock, and could stay in bed until they were fully awake. Or until the body demanded to take care of some urgent needs.

Anyway, Luis loved both the lazy part of such mornings and what could follow, either it was turning into some family time, or something more intimate, just for him and his Jess. And as if an answer to his thoughts, a cheerful patter of tiny feet was heard from behind the door, announcing the morning appearance of their little treasure.

“Well, only family time today then”, - Luis smiled at the thought, as he truly loved his family and cherished every day and every moment he got to spend with them.

Especially after those days in the hospital, when he was on the verge of death and was brought back to the land of living only by some miracle and combined efforts of his friends and even (surprisingly) an enemy. After that experience, the realization hit him hard: he could've died without ever knowing that he and Jessy were about to become parents, to have their tesoro, their Melinda.

- Dad, Mom! - beaming with delight, the “treasure” in her favorite Ninja Turtles PJs stormed into the parent's bedroom, taking advantage of the fact that her fluffy “partner in crime” has got the door opened already. - Good Mo'nin'!

- Morning, princesa, - Serra rose on his elbow, smiling at the girl, helping her climb onto their bed without disturbing Misty's morning dreams.

- Morning, sweeties, - Jessy responded sleepily, somewhat reluctantly emerging from her slumber.

She always had hard time parting with the cozy warmth of the blankets and starting the day early on weekends, and the only thing that reconciled her to such occasions every time was an exceptionally pleasant company of those she loved the most.

- And why would you get up so early? - the young woman enquired a little (just a tiny bit) grumpily, knowing that her family is well aware of her true feelings for them and won't mistake that tone for an insult.

- Mommy, we be cooking something tasty, - that little copy of Luis reminded, her hazel eyes sparkling with anticipation. - Did you forget?!

- Of course not, - Jessy gently ruffled their daughter's hair, finally leaving her pillow.

- Mom! - the girl huffed, but instead of wriggling away from her mother's touch, she leaned into her hand.

The young woman chuckled softly, hugging this little fidget and leaned her back onto her husband, feeling his arms encircling both his “girls” too and his chin resting on her shoulder briefly.

- Good morning, mi hermosa, - her personal words were reinforced with a gentle kiss on the corner of her lips and a loving gaze of those gray-brown eyes.

Such idyllic state didn't last long, soon broken by Mellie, who was unable to contain her excitement over the plans they had for this day. Misty joined her, openly hinting that he can see the bottom of his bowl (in cat's language – it has turned completely empty over the night) and he hadn't eaten in days. And that mornings are the best time to save the starving kitty and to keep him company over the breakfast.

That kind of pressure the older family members couldn't resist. Melinda was sent to wash and brush her teeth, Misty was escorted to his bowl and Luis and Jessy got a chance to get on with their morning routine of washing and dressing up for the day.

After quick breakfast they packed some snacks and headed out for their almost traditional Saturday family walk to the park not too far from their home. The park was no longer maintained and was slowly turning into the real forest, but it was still safe to walk there.

And there was one specific place that Luis and Jessy got to love since the day they've discovered it, after they moved in that house. The one place that they - (unofficially, of course) - called their personal Sherwood Forest, because of an enormous oak tree. When Jessy saw that oak for the first time, she instantly reacted with an awed exclamation: “Luis, look, it's the Robin Hood's tree!” - and the name stuck.

That oak allowed both to sit comfortably at its roots and to climb higher, into the fork between the branches. The best part was that climbing up was so easy that even Jessy could do it, with all her fear of heights and total lack of tree-climbing skill considered.

Melinda somehow was sure that this Saturday they'll start “cooking something tasty” right after the breakfast. And when the didn't, at first she almost got upset, but then she changed her mind as she remembered that her mom and dad always keep their promises. Mellie's mood brightened and she joined the walk eagerly.

They've spent some wonderful time in the park, and on their way back home took a quick detour to buy some missing ingredients for the planned recipes.

After lunch they finally got to the promised cooking. It was Luis' turn to choose the recipe and he decided to try the traditional Spanish pie, with the recipe that he has stumbled upon among those scattered notes of his Abuelo, that he could salvage and restore after their second trip to El Pueblo. And in addition, Serra offered to make some smaller empanadas for their upcoming Sunday trip to the waterfalls. His idea was welcomed and they've got on with the process, starting with the pie.

Of their little family, Luis was better at baking, so naturally he took on making dough, while Jessy, who was still not so confident with this subject, set on preparing the fillings.

Mellie helped her mom with washing veggies, then she peeled already boiled eggs and, with some help, grated tomatoes. After that she switched to dad's team, obviously eager to mess with the dough.

Last weekend they were baking ginger cookies among other things - it was an experiment and experience for Jess, but Mellie loved it too. She was helping with rolling out the dough and later had a lot of fun cutting the cookies with cutters of different shapes. Kitties and hearts were her favorite, Jessy added some alien-shaped patterns, and Luis was chuckling good-naturedly at their enthusiasm, while making the main dinner meal.

This time Mellie was assigned with mixing the dough. Luis was carefully pouring olive oil warmed with paprika into the sifted flour already mixed with dry yeast. And Mel was stirring the mixture with the fork and watching how her simple actions made familiar ingredients turn into something different in texture. The olive oil was followed by salty water, and Luis offered their daughter to take turns at kneading.

By the moment they've got the proper texture for the dough, Jessy was already sniffling over a chopped onion, as her usual trick with damp paper towel and wet knife obviously failed this time.

- Mommy, you are crying? - concern showed on Mellie's face slightly, sprinkled with flour.

- Is that you or the onions? - Luis enquired simultaneously, as he covered the dough in a bowl with plastic wrap and put it to a warm place for the next couple of hours. - Should I get you those goggles?

- No, it's just some extremely pungent onion, - Jessica smiled at her family, blinking away those tears, and finally reached for the paper towel to wipe her eyes and nose. - And I'm done with it already, so there's no need for the goggles, but thanks for your concern, sunshine.

Anyway, the woman immediately found herself in a double embrace of her husband and daughter, who never missed a chance to hug her parents.

- Just some prevention measures, - the Spaniard winked at his spouse and stepped back, turning to the fridge to take butter.

Mellie joined her dad in rubbing grated butter into flour, and Jess turned her attention to the stove and two frying pans – for separate fillings. And they had some blackcurrant marmalade and cottage cheese waiting too, all for flavor varieties.

Of course, cooking with a child couldn't be completely mishap-free and not messy, and Mellie spilled some water and knocked over a glass with flour. But she was not scolded or called names over this clumsiness, instead her parents reassured the upset girl that it was fine (not a disaster), and took care of the mess. Luis wiped the spilled water, and Jess swept the flour off the floor.

Misty, who was supervising his people, while perched on the windowsill, snatched this opportunity for a rather successful sneak attack on the canned tuna. He jumped on the kitchen table, pushed aside the cutting board that was covering the bowl with tuna, and pawed out a chunk for a treat. Jessy noticed that and gently scooped the fluffy mischief maker from the table. After making sure that he didn't need his paws washed, the woman put their feline family member back to the windowsill. With a small chuckle she put a finger to the cheeky pink nose in a forbidding gesture. Luis smiled knowingly at this interaction too – normally, Misty was not the countertop hopper type of a cat, but this time the smell of a canned fish absolutely outweighed his manners.

At the same time Jessica couldn't help but remembered her own childhood. For the same things their little girl did now, Jessy at that age have usually been called at least useless orcack-handed and then banned from the kitchen for the rest of the day. If they had a cat back then, he would've got his share of punishment too, and even some more for her – for not stopping the cat from ruining the food. And all those memories flashed in a moment before Jessy's inner sight, bringing her just another proof that she's not turning into the worst version of her own mother.

Maybe it was Mellie's personality that helped – although she was energetic and on the fidgety side, she still was kind, smart and not spoiled. And she took after her dad in appearance and some traits, the only Jessy's feature that their child inherited was the eyes' color. Yet, Jessy absolutely adored her husband and was sincerely pleased with such outcome for the genetic lottery, always thinking – and saying - that it was a total win.

Somewhat bitter memories of Jessica's childhood were dissipating back into the oblivion, washed off by the actual reality. After all, it is impossible to remain in despondency for long at a place where you are loved not because of being some mythical perfection or meeting up some made up expectations.

Meanwhile, the pastry dough for empanadas was almost ready. Luis put it into the fridge for about half an hour, as the recipe advised, and went on aiding his spouse with final preparations of the fillings. Melinda was sent to wash her hands and face and to keep Misty entertained and distracted from the further kitchen temptations.

- How about we get out of town the next weekend? - with this question, Luis reached out to gently wipe flour traces from his beloved's face. - For the whole night.

- Singing campfire songs, roasting hot dogs or s'mores? - Jessy clarified with a soft smile.

- And watching the meteor shower, - the Spaniard gave out the most attractive part of his idea. - We still can catch the Lyrids, and weather forecast promises perfect viewing conditions.

- Wow, - the brunette beamed and impulsively hugged her husband. - I'm in, even if we skip the campfire part.

She has always dreamed of watching the shooting stars, ideally – with someone to share the joy of the process. And with Luis that dream came true shortly after they've got together.

- I guess, Mellie would love that too, - Serra responded, returning the hug. - Especially with legal permission to stay up through the whole night.

- She most definitely would, - Jess giggled, enjoying the closeness of the man she loved the most. - But she just loves our small hiking trips anyway.

- Or maybe we can ask Shane and Casey a favor, - the Spaniard smirked, hinting at the perfect opportunity to set up a romantic date. - I've noticed that our little girl favors their Daniel.

- I do love the direction of your thoughts, - the brunette laughed softly, drawing back just enough to see the eyes of her beloved. - And both options are appealing in their own, so whichever happens will be good.

Luis hummed in agreement and sealed that spoken sort-of-deal with a tender kiss, only then letting Jessy out of his embrace. The man checked on the dough for the pie, carefully punched it down and let it sit for some more. In the meantime, he decided to do the dishes that were used during the preparations. Jessy stood next to him, their shoulders barely touching, and set on drying the already washed items with a towel and putting them away.

Fortunately, they've never bickered on who's turn it was to do something from the chores list, and never deliberately tried to split the said list evenly. They usually picked random and smaller tasks to take on them solo, and then combined efforts for something bigger, using even such boring occasions as house chores to spend more time together.

Half an hour flew by and the couple called Mellie back – for the final stage of their “cooking project”. And they let her try doing almost everything she could safely do at her age: cutting the circles of the dough with round cutters (and also with a glass and a cup – just out of curiosity, to see if it worked too), lightly rolling those circles, placing the filling and sealing the edges. The ones that were sealed by Mellie were pretty distinctive and a bit funny, yet they were not bursting open.

Together the family made enough empanadas for two baking sheets:a dessert set with marmalade and cottage cheese, and another one – with beef filling. As the first batch was put into the preheated oven, and the second was sent to the fridge, Luis turned his attention to the dough for the pie.

He followed the recipe: dividing the dough into two pieces, rolling out half of the dough enough to fit into the baking dish. And letting his girls to take over, pouring the filling into the dish, while Serra was rolling out the second half of the dough to make the top. After the pie's edge was sealed, it was set aside to “rest” until the second batch of smaller empanadas was ready and out of the oven. And then it was the time for the main dish.

With Mellie crouching in front of the oven glass door, curiously watching how the pie's crust was slowly changing its color from pale yellow to golden, Luis and Jessy began tidying up the kitchen. And Luis got an idea of capturing the memory of this cozy day for their family photo album with their new “Polaroid”. The camera was a gift from Shane. That new tech came with a self-timer and was advertised as “the best option for instant group photos”.

Misty was the only one not too eager about the idea. But he didn't make a fuss and allowed Jessy to scoop him up with a teasing remark on how this fluffy boy, though belonging to different species, was still a member of their family.

The technical wonder worked as intended, and two buttons presses and nine seconds later presented a wet rectangle piece of photo paper with slowly developing portrait of a family: Jessy with a gentle smile, Misty sitting comfortably in her arms and washing his paw, and right next to them Luis with Mellie were proudly holding the pie that looked absolutely delicious.

The photo fully developed, and Jessy brought their album and a fine tip marker. Luis scribbled the date at the bottom of the frame and, after a moment's thought, added a quick sketch of an apple-blossom next to the numbers. With that, another shared memory took its rightful place in the already pretty filled out album.

Then it was time for dinner and trying out the results of their “cooking project” with addition of a cute family movie “about a parrot who talked too much”. (A/n: Paulie (1998)) After the movie they had to remind Melinda, who was still full of vivacity and seemingly had no thought of sleep whatsoever, that it was time to get ready for bed. It took another reminder – this time about an upcoming road trip to the cascades, and that uncle Billy and auntie Becca said they'd come for them quite early in the morning.

After a mandatory weekend bedtime story (current family favorite was The Chrestomanci series that was read more than once, but remained en-chant-ing), Luis and Jessy tucked already asleep Mellie in. They dimmed the light of her night lamp and went to bed too. As soon as the couple settled in bed, Misty joined them, taking over his favorite spot at his people's feet and purring his cat lullaby loudly.

- I hope we don't oversleep, - Jessy mumbled sleepily, trying to remember if she set the alarm for the right time.

- Even if we do, Mellie will wake us up, - Luis replied softly, snuggling her closer and closing his eyes. - Now sleep, mi vida.

04/08/2024

[ciaossu-imagines]

Hello, hello, my lovelies 💜 First off, thank you so much to the couple of people who have commissioned paid fics, and to those who have commissioned their free spots and agreed to help me provide examples! Just a reminder that my commissions are indeed open. I will be posting a list of commissions received, in the order they will be done below but I want to take the time to mention I still have the following spots available for FREE commission-level works for any of my current 62 fandoms written for, all you need to do is send me a message or drop anonymously into the ask box here (and a reminder that your identity will not be mentioned unless you are comfortable with it).

a smutty matchup - this gets you a detailed description of which character you, your OC, or a canon character of your choice would be most sexually compatible with and why, plus at least two other characters you or they are close to being sexually compatible with, along with the areas you or they would struggle to connect sexually with those characters

a romantic matchup - this gets you a detailed description of which character you, your OC, or a canon character of your choice would be most compatible with romantically and the reasoning behind that decision and thoughts about what your life would be like together, plus at least two other potential characters who would be close to compatible, with detailed reasonings on where those characters fall short of being perfect matches and where they might fit into your (or your OC, or canon character of your choice's) story.

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As soon as my charger arrives Thursday, I will start dedicating any time that I am not at my regular job or not sleeping/showering to writing commissions. My commission schedule currently looks like this and should be completed by the end of October:

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[tatertato]

life series smp winners playlists part 2

we're back! for those who don't know, i'm putting together songs that i think fit each of the life series winners, and they're either songs i've seen work really really well in animatics already or songs that would probably work really well, but are less popular or not associated with this fandom (yet)

i'll be linking+listing them here as well as providing little snippets of explanation for why i think the song fits, but i don't feel like making actual spotify playlists or smth, so if anyone else wants to do that, be my guest.

i still had trouble finding good songs for some of them (this one especially)- if anyone seeing this has a good idea that i missed, lmk and i'll update these posts (no promises tho)

pt 1 (3L!Grian)

pt 3 (DL!Pearl)

Last Life: Scott

Boss Bitch - Doja Cat: alright, kickin it off strong! picked this song for the gaslight gatekeep girlboss energy and little else

Yeah, ain't tryna be cool like you Wobblin' around in your high-heeled shoes I'm clumsy, made friends with the floor Two for one, you know a bitch buy four And two left feet, you know I always drop (this line because of this post and this post alone)

I'm a bitch, I'm a boss I'm a bitch and a boss, I'ma shine like gloss (need i say more)

Said, I took it and I ran for it I won it then I stand on it (NEED I SAY MORE)

2. Two - Sleeping at Last: as i mentioned i had some trouble finding songs for scott since i dont watch his pov too often, so some of these are less exclusively last life and more just his character in general. that being said, i do feel like this still fits to an extent for LL!Scott

Sweetheart, you look a little tired When did you last eat? Come in and make yourself right at home Stay as long as you need (this is scott's total eldest sibling energy, always helping and trying to be friends before anything- ex: taking in cleo, being friendly to scar)

You know I'll take my heart clean apart if it helps yours beat (this applies more after last life, see: the many many many times he offers to sacrifice himself, but also the fact that he refuses to betray his friends as the boogeyman)

Like a force to be reckoned with A mighty ocean or a gentle kiss I will love you without any strings attached And what a privilege it is to love A great honour to hold you up (very representative of scott's trust and loyalty to his allies in every series, through both chaos and peace)

3. Constellations - The Oh Hellos: at first this one was only here for the star symbolism, but after listening to it a couple more times it does fit pretty well (also the oh hellos is very scottagecore)

'Cause like constellations a million years away Every good intention, every good intention Is interpolation, a line we drew in the array Looking for the faces Looking for the shapes in the silence (despite all his efforts to maintain alliances throughout the series, everything inevitably falls apart in the chaos of the finale)

Like constellations imploding in the night Everything is turning, everything is turning The shapes that you drew may change beneath a different light And everything you thought you knew Will fall apart, but you'll be all right (LL was really the only series in which they made a point to isolate the reds- in DL, there was always a pair, and alliances stayed solid despite name color in LimL and SL- but in LL, alliances could be torn apart so quickly, loyalties constantly changing which made it hard to trust others and that shows why scott's loyalty stood out)

4. How to Be a Heartbreaker - Marina and the Diamonds: this is another one that isn't exclusively LL, i just had to put one in abt scotts many ex's.

Rule number one is that you gotta have fun But, baby, when you're done, you gotta be the first to run Rule number two, just don't get attached to Somebody you could lose (i see these "rules" kind of as lessons learned from each season instead, like things he tells himself he'll do next time, but because of his loyal and caring nature, never can)

How to be a heartbreaker Boys they like the look of danger We'll get him falling for a stranger A player, singing I lo-lo-love you At least I think I do (really like i said, a play on the ex's)

5. The Garden - The Crane Wives: here it is, the obligatory crane wives song

Put your ear to my heart or set your teeth against my throat Give me something pretty to wear beneath my blood-stained clothes (something abt this line is just very scott to me)

Lay me down Pour the dirt into our bed Tell the crows They can have their pound of flesh The ghosts at the window echo all our quiet prayers When they come for us, they'll come with hammers and nails My darling, the devil knows my name My name My name (this comes from the things i've seen about how the watchers hate scott, the watchers here symbolized as "the crows" and "the devil")

6. A Terrible Ride - Lizard Boy: this one is an animatic recommendation! here's the animatic -also i think this is applies to most of the winners very angst

I used to be calm But now this ticking bomb is gonna go off (the way he goes after ren for revenge after pearl's death)

I fought and fought hard And I could've died But I got scarred A terrible ride Ride This game was not fun I thought it was right Because I won Was it worth the fight? Fight? (WATCH THE ANIMATIC)

Written in the starss This could have been ours (what can i say, im a sucker for the star symbolism)

and that's all for scott! DL!pearl coming soon!

[neteyamssyulang]

❁ First things first please, if you send in a request don’t make it very descriptive as it doesn’t leave much room for creativity.

❁ Secondly, tell me which fandom you want then what character(s) for the request.

❁ Another thing to note is this, please do NOT send in requests if it clearly states they are closed. To me it’s disrespectful as it shows that you are not reading my rules, if that happens your request will most likely not be done.

❁ Who I’ll write for: Jake, Tsu’tey, Neteyam, Kiri, Lo’ak, Neytiri, Spider Socorro, Ronal, Ao’nung, Rotxo, Tsireya, Tonowari, Ralak, Eetu, Etuwa, Nefika, Nesim, Minang, Okul, Teylan, Ri’nela, Nor, So’lek, Varang.

⤥ Note that Neteyam, Spider, Lo’ak, Ao’nung, Kiri, Tsireya, and Rotxo are all aged up ⤦

❁ Who I won’t write for: Any of the recoms, Mo’at, Tuk, Norm, Max, Trudy, Grace, Human Jake, Mercer, Harding, Alma.

❁ I will also write avatar human AU, same rules apply except for human AU I will only be doing Neteyam, Lo’ak, Kiri, Ao’nung, Rotxo & Tsireya.

❁ Who I’ll write for: Alastor, Husk, Lucifer, Adam & Lilith.

❁ Who I won’t write for: Rosie, Vaggie, Cherri, Sir pentious, Egg boys, Angel dust, Val, Velvette, Carmilla, Zestial, Lute, Sarah, Emily & Vox.

❁ For hazbin human AU I’ll only do: Alastor, Lucifer & Husk.

❁ Who I’ll write for: Rafayel, Sylus, Zayne, Xavier, Caleb & the twins Luke & Kieran.

❁ Who I won’t write for: Thomas, Jenna, Tara, Nero, Greyson, Josephine.

❁ I will write for merman/lemurian Rafayel, cat hybrid rafayel, dragon sylus, cat hybrid sylus, cat hybrid Zayne, emperor Zayne, cat hybrid Xavier, prince Xavier, Naga Caleb, cat hybrid Caleb.

❁ What i will write: Smut, Fluff, Angst, Series, One-shots, Two-shots, Dark fics, Enemies to lovers, Friends to lovers, Forced proximity, Love triangles, Fake relationship, Forbidden love, Opposites attract, Omega-verse, Murder, Near death experiences, Kuru play, Alien biology, Threesomes, Polyamory, Slight abuse, Dub-con/Non-con, Step-cest, in rut/heat, Tail play, wing play, horn play.

❁ Kinks I’ll write: CNC, Size kink, Breeding kink, Knife play, Blood play, Praise/Degradation, Stockholm syndrome, Choking, Spanking, Daddy/Mommy kink, Age-gap (as long as both are of age), Dacryphilia (aroused by tears or sobbing), BDSM, Masochism/Sadism, Odaxelagnia (sexual arousal through biting, or being bitten), Somnophilia (engaging in sexual activity with a sleeping person), Breath play, Wax play, Cockwarming.

⤥ If there’s a kink you like and it’s not up there feel free to ask, my apologies if it’s something I will not do ⤦

❁ What I won’t write: Piss/scat play, Lactation kink, Extreme Abuse/BDSM, Incest, Rape + a few others.

❁ I will also write for the homicipher fandom, only for Mr.Crawling and then I’ll also do yautja. Possibly could do hybrid/monster things too if enough people wanted <3

❁ Please do not get upset if you sent in a request and have not seen it yet, it is most likely still being worked on. I take a bit of time to ensure they come out the way you want, that being said if I see the same req on someone else’s blog I will not continue it. And please do not also forget I do have a life outside of Tumblr <3

[brieflyannoyingandfunny]

Arms Tonite

Sam Winchester x f!OC it's a canon rewrite with my oc in it nothing else.

Chapter 1

She had always been told: stay away from hunters and only use magic for the small stuff, love, we don’t want them to find you. And for most of her life, Constance followed those rules as religiously as her family pretended to be. So following after the Winchesters in their revenge/finding our father trip was really not the best idea that she had ever had. But there was something about Sam that told Connie he would one day need her help, and unfortunately she always followed where her heart led.

Before all of that mess started though, she was a student at Stanford, majoring in Sociology and Anthropology much to the chagrin of both her parents who had hopes of her becoming a lawyer like them. She had lived in Delaware all of her life and most if not all of Connie’s family resided there, but she applied to colleges all around the country just because, but something was calling her to the west coast, so when she got accepted into Stanford, she packed her bags, left her beloved cat in the hands of her mother, and followed her heart.

Her heart led Connie into Sociology 101, where she first laid eyes on Sam Winchester. As soon as she walked into the classroom her eyes were immediately drawn to him. After that, she kept seeing him all around wherever she went, and when she moved out of her dorm into an apartment she was not surprised to see that Sam and his girlfriend, Jessica, were her neighbours. Something kept drawing Connie and Sam together, and she was taught that things happen for a reason. She consulted her cards but found no clear answer, something large was at play drawing them together like this.

Nothing really happened until the first of November where she woke up with her heart pounding at the witching hour. Connie was disoriented because she had gone to a Halloween party with some classmates after doing her Samhain rituals because it was always better to be around people around the solstices than be alone missing her coven. Her heart was beating wildly and it felt that she had the wind howling at her ears, something big was about to happen. She stayed alert until 5 am, but besides a car speeding nothing was keeping her awake, so Connie went back to sleep. Connie spent the rest of the day doing chores and trying to live normally, but there was a pit in her stomach that just wouldn’t leave. 

That night, a feeling told her to stay vigilant and to get ready, so she did. She packed a bag with clothes, necessities, and her Grimoire. She had started working on her own Grimoire at age 10, at first it was a loose collection of simple spells, tricks really, but as time went on she started adding spells that were on the defensive side, and even a couple more offensive ones that she had never had the chance to practise; after all, it was the big stuff that caught their attention. She was starting to doze off in a settee with a book in her hands when the heady smell of sulfur reached her through the open window, and Connie snapped her eyes wide open. Demonic presence. She sprang to her feet and immediately went to check on the Hex bag that would hide her presence from demons. It was intact, still she grabbed her holy water and rosary, and headed to the window just to see smoke coming from the building where Sam and Jess lived.

Almost in a trance, she made the 911 call, and stood from her window, watching as a burst of black smoke left the house. She stood there, as still as a statue for what felt like hours, while she waited for the emergency services to arrive. When they did and the rest of the neighbourhood started pouring out to see what was happening as humans tend to do, she sprang into action. Rosary in hand, she stood at the back of the group that had congregated to watch and started gathering her intent with her eyes closed. She opened her eyes for a brief second, took in her surroundings and closed her eyes again, since magic like cleansing spells normally made her eyes flash purple. She fidgeted with the rosary as though she were praying, and Connie started the incantation. Most people who looked at her would only see a devout girl praying, but not Dean Winchester, he saw the purple flash in her eyes before she had closed them and knew exactly what she was.

Dean was a man on a mission, after briefly looking over his shoulders at Sam, he made his way towards the blonde girl and grabbed her firmly by the arm. Leaning over quite a bit he started a… conversation.

“Now it’s not everyday I see a witch with a rosary, especially not when my little brother’s girlfriend was just killed.”

“Witch! What do you- .” She put on a good act, acting all innocent with her blue eyes wide open like that, but before she could finish her lie, Dean was once again on her.

“Don’t lie to me sweetheart. Now come on, I wanna ask you a few questions.” And with that, he led her towards baby and Sammy, keeping a firm grip on her arm.

“Hey! It wasn’t me dipshit.” By this point Connie had given up her pious girl pretense and was trying to get the hunter to let her go, but pulling her arm from his firm grasp while trying to keep up with his freakishly long steps and not tripping was not easy.

“Yeah I know, but then again what is a witch doing at the scene of the crime? Huh! Helping out your buddies?!” Connie at first had thought that the hunter had been incredibly intimidating, but at that moment thought that he was kind of… dorky.

“I was casting a cleansing spell. To keep demons away, duh! Besides, I would never hurt Jess or,” she had been so focused on getting away from the hunter that she had not realised that he had brought them over to a black Impala, and “Sam?”

“Connie?” Sam was aghast, why would Dean bring over the sweet girl he kept seeing across campus?

“You know her?” Dean grilled.

“Yeah, she lives across the street. Dean, what is this?” Sam had no clue what this could be about, from the moment that he had met Connie in one of his classes she had seemed like a very sweet girl although somewhat aloof at times, like she was afraid to get close to people. He really got that.

“She’s a witch, Sammy and she was doing some witchy shit just now” Wow, Connie did not like the accusative tone.

“Connie?” It couldn’t be, someone as sweet as Connie could have nothing to do with Jess’s death, it had to be something else.

“I…” Connie got the feeling that lying wouldn’t do any good in this case, so she went with, “Yeah. But like I was telling this jackass it’s a cleansing spell, you know, to keep bad stuff away” As she finished her sentence she realised just who she was saying this to, she inwardly grimaced.

“Why should we believe you?” Connie thought that this hunter guy was really annoying, hadn’t he ever run into good or neutral witches, it wasn’t like all of them had deals with demons.

“I believe her Dean,”  Connie was relieved, she had always thought highly of Sam, “she’s never been anything but nice to me and uh Jess.” Oh. So it was Jess then.

“Sam,” she put her free arm on one of his, “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s not your fault,” turning to his brother, “Dean we can trust her, let her go.” Dean did, and she immediately crossed her arms, rubbing the spot where he had grasped her.

“Alright, but I’m keeping an eye on her.” The hunter, clearly Sam’s brother Dean said gruffly. Connie stuck out her tongue at him.

“We got work to do” Sam shut the trunk of the car.

“You’re leaving.” Connie did not need to look into Sam's eyes to see that this was true.

“Yes, I have to find the thing that killed Jess.” Sam said this with so much conviction that Connie could see it becoming the truth.

“And to do that we have to find our dad.” 

“I'm coming with you,” she said without thinking, but immediately knew that it was the thing to do. She just had to convince them of it too. Connie had no idea how she was going to explain dropping out of college to follow two hunters to her family, but after this she felt that there was no going back.

You can also find it on A03

[freetobeeyouandme]

Sunshine, Spun of Gold

Tags: Rated M, No Archive Warnings Apply; Jeremy Knox/Jean Moreau; Alternate Universe - Historical, First Kiss, references to past abuse, references to past sexual abuse, Internalized Homophobia, references to historically accurate homophobia

Length: 5.8k

Summary:

Go. Be safe: Three words Jean has been trying to live by as he tries to make a life for himself in a small town on the other side of the country, far away from the Nest and anyone who knows about it. Here he is just another stranger come to seek a future in the hills. Faceless, blameless. But even the golden California sun cannot cleanse him of the sins of the Nest and the needful thing coiled tightly inside of him. Not even as it continues to seek him out in the figure of a bright and beautiful boy, offering warm smiles and gentle touches. After all, those are the opposite of safety, and past the ocean there is nowhere left to run. - Or, Jeremy and Jean fall for each other in the midst of the California gold rush.

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Excerpt:

California, 1849

Jean woke to grass tickling his nose and his heart in his throat, choking him in disoriented panic. The sun flickered behind his eyes in disjointed patches, filtered through the canopy of the maple tree, reminding him of where he was – but the recollection brought no relief. Nor did the fact that at least the sun was still up.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” a soft voice said to his side.

A hand, belonging to that voice, came up to run gentle fingers through his hair. It wasn’t enough to force the thing constricting his chest into releasing him, but it made space for another instinct: to stay where he was not out of fear but to bask in the warmth of that other sensation. It made nothing better, but at least it was easier to breathe around.

“Well, it’s more afternoon. Did you have a nice nap?”

Jean ran his hands over his eyes, trying to dispel the sleepiness and succeeding only partially. This wasbad. He was supposed to be working, was supposed to make himself useful.

“You shouldn’t have let me sleep.”

Jeremy sat beside him, hat pulled over his face and chewing on a blade of grass that Jean had no idea where he had gotten it from, and shrugged with the innocence of a man who did not have to care for such things. A respectable young man who had taken his grandfather’s money and done something with it, Jeremy ran the most well known drinking establishment in town with the help of his wife. Both were happily received guests everywhere they went, although more often than not it was the Knoxes who hosted, and any newcomer, of which the burgeoning town of Troy, California saw more and more every day, inevitably ended up at the Golden Court looking for work, a bed, or simply a drink. They knew everyone and everything, and in turn everyone knew them – mostly, though, in passing.

Jean had been no exception to the rule, finding his way there on the back of Cat’s cart, clutching a barrel of wine to keep himself steady. Except once Jeremy was done laughing about the story of how Cat had almost run Jean over and had finished reprimanding Jean for helping unload the cart when he had just arrived and was, by all definitions of the word, a guest, he had stuck by Jean’s side. Jean knew he did not deserve that friendship by any means: he was the silent stranger from France who had simply one day appeared, attached to a small train of wagons who had picked him up in Nebraska, where he’d been left behind by his previous travel companions who refused to winter there. He had no connections and no one to vouch for him, and so the rumors about his flight from the east coast abounded, each more colorful and far removed from the truth as the one before. It made him an unlikely candidate for the friendship of anyone, much less the town’s golden boy, and Jean patiently waited for the moment that Jeremy realized that Jean was not worth the tarnish on his reputation.

[blackoutbugza]

hey beetles!

introduction

🪲🐌🐛🐞

☆……………….

hey there! my name’s blackoutbugza. 

“what do i call you?”

you can call me by my username, or you can call me by my nicknames: bugza, bob, and cam. :)

“who is your target audience?”

my blog is mostly ages 13+ for explicit language, in-character art which may involve sensitive content such as blood, knives, scissors, cuts, scars, suicide, sexual innuendo, injuries, or even death. this sounds like an ad for medicine. of course, i will have warnings on my posts if any of these apply to them. 

(note: 13+ DOES NOT mean 18+. please keep this in mind, im still a minor too.)

“what fandoms are you in?”

in order from most to least currently hyperfixated:

sanders sides

bfdi/osc community

bee and puppycat

omori

boisvert

south park

spooky month

five nights at freddy’s

scott pilgrim

hilda

stanley parable

^i’m more than happy to talk about any of these fandoms if you’re interested!

“do you support multishippers?”

yes! i find no harm in shipping someone with more than one person (if they’re not anyone from real life). in fact, i’m a multishipper myself!

“do you take art requests?”

you betcha! any day, any time. but i do have some rules however for what i can and cannot draw for you:

i’m totally okay with ship art. as long as it’s not anything involving p*dophelia, inc*st, r*cism, some kind of f*tish, or anything else falling under that umbrella.

following that “ship art” thing, poly ships are just as valid too. follow the the rules as rule 1 please.

although i may post this art from time to time on my own, i will not do any personal OCs or AUs. i love them very much and you have interesting characters, but this is basically the equivalent to asking, “can you draw me?”

i can draw theories as long as they’re not harmful ones, and as long as they at least make sense.

i won’t take requests for any fandom outside of the list i have above. (however of course, let’s if you wanted a sanders sides art request and you asked for emile picani or remy sleep, that would be fine since sanders sides, the sleep shorts, and cartoon therapy are all in the same universe.)

“who’s on your DNI list?”

p*dophiles, inc*sts, pro-lifers, anyone who will go out of their way to hate on furries or alterhumans (or claims they are the same), harmful f*tish artists/enjoyers, NSFW artists/enjoyers, r*cists, misogynists and misandrists, ableists, homophobes, transphobes, or anyone pro-israel. ^anyone who interacts with me who’s on this list WILL be unfollowed/blocked, and will not receive any sort of contact from me.

“what if i have a question you don’t answer in this introduction post?”

my “send art requests!” button also works as an answering service for any further questions you may have.

“what sanders sides ships will you and will you not do art requests for?”

(not in order from favorites)

will:

logicality

prinxiety

dukeceit

moceit

analogical

loceit

intrulogical

intruloceit

logicaliceit

remile

royality

anxceit

intruality

logince

karrot kings

literally anything else as long as it’s not in the wont list

won’t:

romrem

LAMP

GET TO KNOW ME!!!

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what’s your favorite color(s)?”

peach, ivory, mango orange, and taupe :)

“why do you only talk in lowercase?”

because i can

“dogs or cats?”

snails

“what’s your favorite holiday?”

i like my birthday!

“are you dating someone?”

nope ;_;

“what’s your favorite object show(s)?”

hfjone, happy star’s gtos, xfohv/the subscriber count, tdos, and the nightly manor

“who’s your favorite sanders sides character(s)?”

logan and c!joan (it may seem like it’s remus but he’s just the funnest to draw)

“why do you take so long to answer art requests?”

i’m lazy (and dried of motivation)

“what’s your favorite pattycake style?”

peppermint patty

“what’s your favorite pokémon?”

mimikyu (basic autism stuff ik)

“oh! do you have autism?”

yep

“what’s your favorite breakfast food?”

bacon

“how do you color your art?”

i make 3 layers. top layer is for outline, bottom layer is for the coloring, and the middle layer is for potential shading or watermarks i may want to remove.

“why did you make a tumblr acc?”

i wanted to post my art on a platform where sanders sides is fairly known and the fandom is stable.

“what’s your favorite book series?”

i don’t like reading :/ if i had to choose one it would probably be the fazbear frights books

“favorite musical artist(s)?”

jack stauber, madilyn mei, tally hall, thomas sanders (if he counts-)

“friends you wanna tag?”

@thegoldenduckie

@not-sure-what-im-feeling

@logan-the-artist

@simply-a-moth

@literallyblanc

@oatmeal-stans-the-trash-rat

@darksides-dutchess

@starshard17

@theelectricalcity

(anyone who wants to be added/removed just message me & i’ll do it)

i think that’s all. you know the drill.

drink water, eat a snack, take a shower, brush those teeth, and love yourself so much you can shatter the multiverse with just how much you can say “i love me” and mean it. (that would be funny if that actually happened be the one to do it pls)

seriously though. love you.

🪲🐌🐛🐞

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[schmetterlinq]

❤️

Happy belated new year to you all! I know I haven't been around much over the last year - 2024 was a stressful and also insanely busy year involving an international move to the US (that I still can't quite believe actually happened) and moving in with my partner. I basically did not exist online (or in a lot of my real life tbh) for most of it.

Hattie, why did you move to the US now? is a question I've got from quite a few Americans in the past few months. Those of you who know me know that I met my partner @cookiecaked here on tumblr and we were long distance because she is American and I am British. We had wanted to take the next step of living together for ages and we spent a long time working out the best way to make it happen. Ultimately it was a cheaper and easier process for me to apply to come to the US as her partner than it would have been for her to come to the UK as mine. The political situation is obviously a concern for us and I don't know if we will stay here long term. But the UK's immigration rules around couples that have never lived in the same country are surprisingly a lot stricter than the US's are. The fact that we are currently living together in the US will mean it will be much easier in the future for us to move to the UK together if that is what we decide. We are also extremely fortunate to be in a very liberal state with strict gun laws and politicians that have already taken steps to do things like enshrine abortion.

In spite of the current state of the world... living together has been so amazing. Being able to just do something like read, or play around on my phone, with her on the couch next to me doing the same thing is something we used to only get to do for a couple of weeks a year and now it's my life everyday. I get to cook her meals and do her laundry and go to sleep every night next to her. We finally feel like we are a 'proper' couple and our own family. (Next stop is pet... it will be a small-ish dog because we both like them and she is much more hesitant on cats - but worry not cat people I will convince her on a cat someday.)

I hope you are all well and finding contentment and relaxation even on days when the news feel it's broadcasting the apocalypse. I'm looking forward to another year of puttering around on this silly, badly run, forgotten by nazi billionaires website with you all.

[byjillianmaria]

That’s right, it’s time for my “messed up fairy tale novella” to get some beta reader eyes on it. Since it’s short, my turnaround time is a little quicker than usual (about a month and a half), mostly because I’d really like to get it out later this year. But I still hope you’ll be able to read!

What do I need from you? Basically, you’d be reading through the draft and taking notes. Every 5 chapters, I’ll ask for your feedback in a google form. You can format your feedback however is most convenient to you — as bullet points, or paragraphs, or whatever! There will be a few questions in each section to use as prompts if you need them, but I encourage freeform feedback with this one. For more information on the book, including trigger warnings and sample chapters, please read on!

Title: Curiouser And… Age Range: Young Adult Genre: Fantasy, Alice in Wonderland Retelling Length: Approx 30k Deadline for Application: April 3, 8 PM EST Deadline for Reading: May 15

Description:

Ashlyn Jones was an obedient child. This was not enough to save her.

After falling down a well and into a strange forest where nothing follows the rules, Ashlyn is determined to make her way home. Following a smiling cat and a mad hatter, she finds an ally in Azalea, a strange but steady girl found sleeping in a tree. But not everyone in this strange new world is an ally—Ashlyn is warned early on about the wicked queen, who lives in a gilded red palace that all paths in the forest seem to lead to. Will Ashlyn find her way home, or will she fall into the queen's clutches?

Trigger Warnings:

On-page depiction of a panic attack

On-page depiction of dissociation

Explicit description of depression, from a depressed character

Ableism toward mental health issues, including internalized ableism (this is refuted on-page)

Discussion of a suicide (does not give specifics of the method, only the emotions that led up to it)

Discussions of grief, mortality, and similar topics

Discussion of a terminal illness, somewhat graphic

Body horror, somewhat graphic

Brief mentions of homophobia, nothing violent

Character death

If you would like further details on any of these topics, please don’t hesitate to ask.

Read the first two chapters here, and then fill out this form to apply as a beta reader. Thank you so much for your time!