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[fazalkhan2914]

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[shotmrmiller]

since @xoxunhinged wanna talk about neighbor price in my dms.

neighbor price is... unsettling. pervasive. stands a little too close to you, skin prickling with unease. his touch lingers too long— a large hand on the small of your back, on your shoulder, squeezing like a vise.

doesn't wait for an invitation, simply assumes it's already been extended because you'd made small talk with him while watering your plants. mows your lawn without asking, fixes the rickety rough-hewn door to your backyard. (it didn't close all the way, you'd use a brick to keep it shut.)

"wasn't safe, love. there are bad men simply waitin' to take advantage of vulnerable people like you. you're all alone, yeah? not even a dog for protection." (he's the one who knows best. better than you do. patronizing.)

peers over the fence when you're out in the searing summer heat, pulling out weeds. wants to make sure you're not working too hard. pops in when you're in the garage with the door up doing something. "need help with anythin'?"

he bulldozes through your personal space under the guise of concern. a self-appointed guardian.

you get sick and he's already walking through your door, with a bowl of soup and a bottle of meds. he hands you a glass of water, watching you swallow most of it, only to finish the rest himself, his lips on the same spot yours had touched.

makes comments on your hair, your clothes. touches them like they're his. "won't the shirt get dirty? new hairstyle, right?" it's admiration yet feels possessive. claiming.

offers a helping hand yet hides the other behind his back, a cold chain in his fist.

you tell him that while his assistance is appreciated, it's unnecessary and he feigns innocence. "jus' tryin' to be a good neighbor, is all." good intentions. but you've never heard the other neighbors talk about how he's fixed their fence. changed the oil to their car. offer to fix that leaking sink of yours. he's got quite the selective generosity.

his words are coated with honey but there's still an acrid aftertaste. it sits thick on your tongue, coating your tastebuds. sticky residue on your hands, hard to get rid of. insistent. like his presence. just wedged himself into your life, a thorn under your skin. to remove him would be painful, it'd tear at the flesh.

(he'll take your tools, hide them in his shed so that you're obligated to ask him for a favor. forced to repay back this debt someday.)

poor you.

wait til the rest of the 141 come around. you're doomed. autonomy? not around here. price going on a solo, so he calls them over to keep an eye on you. :(

[niki-phoria]

YOU GOT ME FALLIN' IN LOVE, I'M IN LOVE

pairing: gojo satoru x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 591

notes: teen gojo, based off of that one scene in the credits, title from wayv - let me love you, i started watching jjk s2 PREPRARE TO BE SICK OF ME

“y/n!” gojo smiles brightly, peering at you over the rim of his black sunglasses. a clear umbrella is perched against his shoulder, protecting him from the downpour. he splashes through little puddles lining the streets, kicking up water in his path until he reaches your side. 

his umbrella is only meant for one, as evidenced by how close he has to lean in to cover the both of you. his side brushes against your own with each step you take. if gojo notices your embarrassment, he’s courteous enough not to make a comment about it. 

“fancy seeing you here,” he teases, leaning in towards you. deep cerulean eyes meet your own; gojo’s lips curl upwards into a soft smirk. 

you roll your eyes, chuckling beneath your breath. “we’re both headed back to jujutsu high. we were bound to run into each other.”

“always so cynical,” gojo whines. 

his complaints are cut off when you perk up, glancing at something in the distance. “hey, look!” heat spreads across gojo’s cheeks when you grab onto his wrist, tugging him along with you as you rush off towards a nearby alley. 

you stop near the edge of a building, only a few meters away from a nearby plant pot. hidden among the terracotta ceramic and the overflowing greenery is a small, unmoving, white form. gojo squints. “what is it?” 

instead of answering, you carefully step forwards. water soaks your hair and drenches your uniform as you kneel down, hesitantly reaching your hand out. 

gojo’s eyes widen slightly when a small kitten emerges from behind the vines, rubbing its face against your hand. you turn to look back at him with a bright smile, coaxing him over with a soft. “‘toru, come here.”

you take the kitten into your arms, cradling it against your chest. gojo smiles when it purrs as it nuzzles itself against you, leaving stray, white hairs against your uniform in its wake. you miss the way he tilts the umbrella forwards to protect you from the rain. “look how cute she is.”

gojo smiles, kneeling down beside you. the kitten shifts slightly in your arms, blinking up at him with beautiful, golden eyes. her ears flick when stray droplets of rain land on the top of her head. her fur is damp to the touch when he tentatively extends his hand out to pet her back. “she is pretty,” he murmurs.

“can we keep her?”

gojo bites his tongue, swallowing the “yes” that wants to crawl out of his throat. taking in a stray cat isn’t exactly the most responsible decision, but then again, saying no to you has never been one of satoru gojo’s many talents.

what’s left of gojo’s resolve crumbles when you hug the kitten a little tighter. she responds by stretching out in your arms before blinking at him as if expecting an answer. “please?” 

maybe you should leave the kitten behind. set her back down on the ground and hope that she’ll be able to comfortably fend for herself. or perhaps you should take her to a shelter; you could drop her off into the capable hands of a vet and wash yourselves clean of the responsibility.

but maybe you should take her home. maybe having a friendly face greeting you at the end of a hard day wouldn’t be so bad. maybe - if gojo gets to see you smile like this - the risks are worth it. 

“fine,” gojo smiles softly, welcoming you - and your new kitten - back underneath the umbrella. “we can keep her.”

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[ladykailitha]

Of Butterflies and Backstrokes Part 7

Hello!! This story is moving right along and we finally get to the training part, I don't know anything about swimming except for what I've researched so if the coaching is wrong let me know via DMs or asks, not in the comments please!

Also! Bitchy Steve is almost as good as a Wet Steve. I don't make the rules.

Eddie does.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

~

Some weekends were better than others when it came to sitting by the pool and watching his friends swim. He watch Eddie glide soundlessly through the water, like a shark sensing its prey, and wished he could get into the pool with them.

But it was just impossible not to replay the rushing water surrounding him as he sunk to the bottom of the pool. He had been told time and time again by doctors that he shouldn’t be able to remember that, as he had been unconscious when it happened.

So what if it was his imagination or whatever. The fact was he couldn’t have the water be higher than his head when both feet were planted on the floor of the pool. Yes, there were shallow ends of the pool where it was only three, four, or even five feet, but his brain kept telling him it was a lie. That the water would engulf him again and he would drown.

And this time he would die.

The fact that all that shit was irrational as hell didn’t matter. Steve figured that’s what bothered Tommy the most about it. That it was all such bullshit. It shouldn’t have mattered. But it did.

That and Robin was the one to dive and save him, when Tommy had froze.

They were having a small celebration congratulating Eddie on finishing his five hundred hours of community service. His last day was on a Wednesday because of the weird amount of hours. Hopper was there, Joyce and Murray, too. Wayne. All of the friends he had made working there. Robin, Nancy, Jonathan, the kids. And of course Steve.

About half way through the party Eddie sidled up to him and bumped him with his shoulder. “You going to miss me, Harrington?”

Steve let out a laugh. “Miss getting soaked to the skin every Saturday? Not a chance in hell.”

Eddie smiled and then chewed his lip for a moment. He had been thinking about getting to use the pool every week for three months and how that was ending now. He had been thinking about how much he would miss everyone, but especially Steve.

“You’ve seen me swim for a few weeks now,” he hedged, “do you really think I’ve got a chance at the Olympics?”

Steve turned to him in shock. Eyes wide and jaw on the floor. “Fuck, Eds, given proper training I think you could outswim me.”

Eddie blinked at him for a moment. He remembered what his uncle had said about Steve before the accident. That ‘the greatest of all time’ was thrown around a lot. And Steve thought he could top that?

“And you’d be the one to train me?” he asked nervously. “No on else?” Because that was the other issue. He had heard horror stories about how the coaches were snobs and how they would look down at him as a charity case.

“Oh yeah,” Steve said excitedly. “Joyce was telling me about this program where the rec center will pay for all the lessons, the competitions, and even the travel expenses. Robin told me that they had something similar when she started swimming, too. Hell, even Max is thinking of doing it. So it would be me coaching you and her and you would have your own time slots and everything.”

Eddie laughed at how fast that little statement was. He could tell Steve was really excited about it. “Okay. On one condition.”

Steve cocked his head to the side as Eddie pulled out a business card out of his pocket and handed it to him.

Dr. Rhys Hughes, Psychiatrist and Licensed Therapist.

“This is a friend of mine’s dad,” Eddie explained. “He specializes in phobias. I don’t know if he can help you get back in the water, but at least you’ll be able to process what happened to you. He said he’s even willing to do it for free, so you can get the help you need.”

Steve ran his thumb over the raised print and thought about it. It was a small price to pay, he thought, to get Eddie into the Olympics. And who knows, maybe he could get back into the water with him.

He stuck out his hand for Eddie to shake. “I think you’ve got yourself a deal.”

The answering smile was blinding as Eddie shook his hand.

~

Steve stood with Joyce at the front of the rec center, nervously chewing on the skin around his nails.

“Stop that!” she said, smacking his hands away. “He’ll be here.”

He wished she had her confidence. Hell he wished he any confidence at all at this point. He used to have fucking swagger. But now days he was just a bundle of nerves.

“When is your first appointment with Dr. Hughes?” she asked, mostly to get his mind off the fact that Eddie was running late.

“Tomorrow after my last class,” he replied, shoving his hands in his pockets to avoid the temptation of chewing on his fingers.

“To be honest,” he continued, “I think I’m more worried about my appointment then I am coaching Eddie. Coaching is easy, processing my trauma? Not so much.”

She gave his arm a squeeze but before she could say anything, Eddie’s van roared into the parking lot and skidded into a close parking spot. His van stuck out among the BMW, Mercedes, and Lexus cars that were the other coaches cars. Hell, even Steve had his BMW from when he got his first gold.

Eddie leapt out of his van and dashed up to them. “Oh my god, I am so sorry, I had to drop Wayne off work because his truck wouldn’t start. It won’t happen again.”

“You’re okay, Eddie,” Joyce soothed. “We need to get the paper work for the scholarship taken care of before you get into the pool. As always, Robin will be assisting Steve, he’s gotten permission to use her.”

Eddie and Steve followed her into her office where Steve and Eddie filled out a mountain’s worth of paper work between them.

Then they handed it all to Joyce who took it from them with a smile. “Go have fun. It’s Coaches Matthews and Ford today with Hannah and Lisa.”

Steve groaned. Andrew Ford and Haley Matthews were the worst of the coaches. They were utter snobs who thought their little darlings were God’s gift to swimming, when in reality they hadn’t even medaled in a meet the whole three years they had been coaching Hannah and Lisa.

“Oh come on, now,” Joyce admonished. “They aren’t that bad. You won’t even be in the same pool. Andy and Haley will be in the pool at the far end, while you and Eddie will be in the pool next to the endless pool area. So I’m sure everything will be fine.”

“Come on Eddie,” Steve said, waving him along and Eddie fell in step beside him.

“Um...” Eddie said, chewing on his bottom lip, “these coaches are going to be worse than Joyce thinks, aren’t they?”

Steve let out a long sigh. “Yeah, they are. But as she pointed out we will only see them coming and going, so that will limit our interactions.”

“So what is an endless pool?” Eddie asked as they neared the dressing rooms.

Steve grinned. “I love it. It’s basically a small pool that has currents running so it can test your strength and endurance. I use it all the time to keep up this physique!” He motioned at his his torso and Eddie’s eyes went wide.

He just nodded as Steve chuckled.

They got to the dressing rooms to see Robin surrounded by Haley, Hannah, and Lisa. Hannah was a bleached blonde with faux tanned skin and blue eyes which was the only natural thing about her. And yes that included her breasts. Lisa was a natural blonde, but her eyes were green and she had braces. Haley was the only brunette. Her long dark hair reached the middle of her back in waves, but it was pulled up into a pony tail. Her hazel eyes were cold and calculating.

Eddie hated them on sight.

They were bombarding her with questions about why she was there, was she the coach or was she being Steve’s bitch again. Shit like that.

“The only bitch here, ladies,” Steve said with a menacing grin, “is me. And I don’t take lightly to people harassing my best friend, so you better move along.”

All three girls whirled to face him.

“Steve!” Haley purred. She walked up to him and put her hand on his arm. “We were just having a friendly chat.” She chewed on her bottom lip and batted her eyelashes up at him. “There’s nothing to see here, right?”

Eddie scoffed. “Whether that works on Steve or not, it sure the hell won’t work on me. My gay ass is totally going to report you to Joyce for harassing Robin.”

Haley released Steve’s arm like she had been burned and whipped her head to face him. She took in his long hair and tattoos peaking out of his sleeves and above his collar.

“Who let the trash in?” she huffed with an arched eyebrow.

“Honey,” Steve bit back, hand on his hip. “The only trash here is you, now why don’t they three of you run along to the losers’ pool, while Eddie, Robin, and I take the winners’ pool and never the twain shall meet? Mmk?”

If Eddie was a cartoon character he would have had his jaw on the floor, tongue lulled out, and complete heart-eyes.

Fucking hell.

“Come on, girls,” Haley said coldly. “We don’t want to mix with the have-nots.”

The three girls left, chins in the air and looking down their noses at them both.

After they had left Steve rolled his eyes. “At least we missed Andy. He’s the worst.” He turned to Robin. “You okay? That looked pretty intense when we walked around the corner.”

“Yeah,” Eddie agreed. “I thought they were going to devour you for sure.”

“I’m fine,” she said with a wave of her hand. “I wasn’t going to tell them shit, though. I hate those types of people; thinking that just because they’re rich, they must have all the talent. Especially with the fact that I made it to the Olympics and dropped out because the pressure was too great. I could outswim all of them, you wouldn’t even see them on the fucking camera. I just couldn’t take all the world’s eyes on me.”

Eddie winced. “I feel that. I’m worried about the pressure too.”

Steve put his hand on his shoulder. “You’ll do fine. I have a feeling you’ll be super nervous before hand and then just soak up the attention once you get out there.”

Eddie blushed and shoved his hair in front of his face.

“We’ll meet you at the endless pool after we get changed,” Steve told her.

Robin nodded and went to go open the room.

Steve and Eddie went into the men’s dressing room to get changed into their swimsuits. Eddie hit the showers first, with Steve taking a little bit longer to get into his shiny new coaching gear.

There was a man already there. He looked like a fucking Greek god. Olive skin, dark hair and eyes, broad shoulders. Immediately Eddie pegged him as the mysterious Andy Ford.

He chose the shower farthest from the guy and turned the water on hot. He was so focused getting completely wet that he didn’t hear the other shower turning off.

“So you’re the charity case,” came the oily voice suddenly next to him. “You’re not what I was expecting.”

Eddie slicked his hair back and turned off the water to face the guy. “Said everyone ever, dude. You aren’t special.”

“Do you really think you can learn anything from someone who can’t even leave the kiddie pool?” Andy asked, batting his eyelashes innocently.

“Maybe, maybe not,” Eddie said crossing his arms in front of his chest and putting all his weight on his back foot, to put distance between him and slimy. “But I don’t see your lot lining up to take his place.”

Andy raised an eyebrow and looked him up and down. “You’re what? Eighteen, nineteen? You’re far too old to be training for this now. You’ll only be humiliated out there. I’m just trying to save whatever dignity you have left.”

Eddie scoffed and whipped his hair back, splashing the guy in the face. “I’ve been training since I was ten, I just had a short little break there for high school.” He patted Andy’s shoulder as walked past. “Besides just how many Olympic medals do you have?”

Steve burst out laughing behind Andy. “He’s got you there, Andy. You’ve never even been to the Olympics and neither has any of your pupils. So yeah, maybe check your ego at the door.”

He turned on the shower right where Andy was standing, causing the man to shriek and run away from the sudden water hitting him, Steve’s laugh following him out of the dressing room.

~

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[riacte]

some thoughts about some ren ships:

ren/martyn: it's fine and it's cool until springtime comes and there's a melancholy in the tepid, humid air that clings to your skin and clogs up your lungs. and it's really fine until you start planting carrots again in the way he did and you realise all the small moments in your life have been defined by those few months you spent with him. there's a before and an after. his influence has melted so casually in your daily life that you don't realise it. it takes years for the intensity and absence to sink in even though it's always been there. and you finally understand. what you felt on those carrot fields was love. (note the past tense. note that you're a liar.)

ren/doc: words cannot describe what happened in that damned van. they're not husbands, they're FREAKS. they almost wish they did romantic shit like stargazing and going on dates but it's just a lot of being cooped up in the tiny van and the intimacy of repairing each other's prosthetics and lying in the same bed and staring at each other for hours while listening to nothing but the hum of the air conditioner and each other's breathing. because they're "bros".

ren/cleo: they practice "on and off platonic smooching". whatever that even means. physically affectionate to the point of being disgusting. they can stop and start back again at any time but somehow it's healthy. despite all the intense pda and cuddling and shit, no one emerges emotionally devastated. their dms are just spamming heart emojis.

ren/false: he's been lowkey crushing on her for so long he's genuinely forgotten about it. from her point of view, he's been acting this way around her since forever so she's also forgotten about it. they exist in this miraculous and meticulous limbo in which no one crosses a line because they don't think about it. they have the keys to each other's bases and water each other's flowers. one day they wake up and make each other breakfast and look out at their beautiful mess of a shared garden because it's their sixtieth day of accidental cohabitation and go "how did we get here again".

ren/iskall: i know it's long gone and the magic's not here no more and we can't go back to who we were. maybe i'll joke about "wrong person, right time" but that feels like stabbing myself in the chest with a dull knife. i look at you and from the bottom of my heart, i feel love. regardless of what kind of love it is. when i see you smile, i can still feel it against my lips. so maybe we still wear each other's clothes. so maybe you still drink from that ugly mug i got as a gag anniversary gift. so maybe you still consider sending me a love letter as a joke. best friends to lovers to neighbours. jokes and casual flirtation and even more casual declarations of love. i love you and you love me but we both know it's not the same anymore. still, it was good. for a while, we were good.

[frogcroak]

commission time!

i have two slots for pixel art commissions! dm me to claim one, or talk about what you’d be interested in!

[slot 1: open]

[slot 2: open]

price: $25 USD, in advance through paypal invoice

style 1 (left): ~15 frames, focuses on lines of dialogue.  posture and expression can change with each frame, and the background is static.

style 2 (right): ~15 frames, focuses on animating motion, and can only feature a single textbox. two of the cats can be animated, +$5 for each additional animated cat after that. +$5 for background animations (like water moving, plants shifting)

size: single nintendo ds screen (256 x 192 pixels) or smaller, plus zoomed in versions

time: 14 days (but delivered sooner if i finish it sooner).  i’ll give updates + chances to ask for edits when i have a draft of the sprites and background, and again when all the frames are put together.

can include: up to 5 cats, fake ui elements like health bars/nametags/menus, small objects on the ground or being carried, canon and original characters

can’t include: sprites/images taken directly from other games (pokemon, clangen, etc)

[your-werewolf-boyfriend]

Me, upon finding anyone near the Mojave that likes plants: "Would you like a seed mix of like 10 native wildflowers to sprinkle in your yard/garden in the spring and have something you only have to water once a week in summer and once a month in winter?"

Anyway, if you live in the Mojave, which is THIS place below here*: 👇

*This map stretches out a bit far and is a little generous, there's a lot of overlap on what plants go to the Great Basin Desert to the north, and Sonoran Desert to the east of the Mojave.

Then let me know and I am more than happy to send you/literally drop off to you seeds! I have been running a small project called Keep Vegas Native! and we are a very small group (for now dormant until the early fall rains come for seed bombing) thats mostly on Telegram - but I have been collecting seeds as they now form, and building kits to drop seeds at suitable sites.

There's also some research I've been doing on how we could possibly use some of our more unique plants to attack and wipe out invasive species. Though this is still in progress as I need to wait collect even those.

Please DM me, please spread this to your plant friends, I'm traveling a LOT during this next year and if I get a couple people who are interested and start their own native garden it will be worth it.

[the-traveling-poet]

I wanna be held in Levi’s strong arms so badly you have no idea the comfort I’d get from that small act alone-

Sitting in the corner of your couch with your lover, a glass of your preferred relaxing beverage in hand with your side pressed tightly against his and your head leaning on his shoulder.

There’s a blanket over your lap, despite the temperature of the room. A fire crackling against the far wall behind the grate, casting orange and yellow glows around the room while shadows danced across the ceiling.

A plant or two perfectly watered and cared for, potted in the window sill to Levi’s left; adding a splash of color against the white and beige colored walls that seemed to illuminate with the colors of the setting sun outside.

Levi’s fingers would absentmindedly tangle in your hair as he peered down at a book in his lap; one arm crossed over your shoulders and the other holding your hand. He’d only dare let go to quickly turn the page in his novel.

You’d sift through a small bowl set in your lap that you’d prepared earlier on for this exact setting. Popping one treat into your mouth, then offering to feed one to Levi. He seemed completely focused on his book, not even looking your way when your slender hand came into view holding a treat for him to open his mouth and take.

But all the while he’d be stealing glances over at you after every paragraph he read through, not noticing you doing the same over the rim of your glass.

Life was peaceful, in the moment, in this room. In his arms, snuggled up close.

pls I’m lonely :)

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If you want on the tag list for drabbles headcannons and one-shots, just DM me~

[always-is-always]

I am here!

Just a note to share, a little about my weekend with Tropical Storm Helene.

My town was impacted by flooding that had not been experienced since 1916. All power (with internet and most phone service) was down, in the area. The water supply was shut down due to massive destruction of pipelines and pumping stations. Homes slid down hillsides, were washed away by raging flooding water.... In the apartment complex where I live (along side a river), 9 buildings were under water.

My apartment is on a hill and is a 2nd floor. Thankfully, it was untouched. Many of my neighbors lost everything.

Tonight is my first night where I can get online. I'm now at my sister's house, several hours from home. I'm here to try to work (online), and to get myself back to a balanced place, energetically. What I witnessed and experienced is life-changing.

I honestly don't have it in me to scroll through the several hundred posts, that are sitting in my feed. I can't even look at the notifications right now. I'm just popping on here to let someone know I am still here.

If I missed anything huge from Jimin or Jungkook. just send me a DM. lol...

Take care ya'll. Make sure you check on loved ones that you haven't heard from recently. Give anyone an extra hug who might need it.

Also, if you are One who prays or works with healing energy, please put Western North Carolina in those prayers. Please include all people, creatures, plants & trees, and ALL of the emergency workers/military/relief organizations/etc. in there, too.

The rescue and restoration process is ongoing. There are still missing people. There are still towns and communities that were cut off and have not been accessed. It will take 4-6 weeks for the Water system to be rebuilt for my town. There are many small towns alongside rivers that were destroyed. Many lost their lives.

It was North Carolina's version of Katrina.

Thank you! 💜

[beanibon]

Millions Knives x SelfHarm!Reader

Kinda my own comfort fic, but I know others want to have their favourite villain to give them cuddles through hard times.

Please take care of yourselves and reach out if you ever need help, my dms are open if you guys ever need to chat 💜

TW: self-harm, self-blame, general topics of depression.

He shouldn't have given it to you, that tiny blade he had snapped from a tendril. A gift he intended for self-defense, a reminder of himself. A courting present.

Now all Knives felt was horror seeing what you had used that gift for, head shaking at the sight before him.

Knives was a destructive being, destroying everything in his path for the sake of his goal, slaughtering and maiming humans. Seeing that blade in your hands, bloodied within those gentle hands of yours, the very same hands that soothe his own pain. It was a reminder that all he brought was destruction, even to those he loved and cherished.

"Knives? You weren't suppose to be back for-"

"Why?" Your eyes turn sullen, finding interest in the floor where you sat. Knives heart ached, ached that you couldn't look at him, ached that you didn't trust him enough to come to him. "Why? Why would you do something like this?"

He didn't mean for his voice to raise in volume, he truly didn't mean it. Knives wasn't angry with you, disgusted by what you've done. He was scared. Memories of his own painful nights at destroying his flesh, experimenting with new blades that he produced at whim.

And to forget the pain of his brother aiming a gun to his skull.

"I didn't give you that to destroy yourself with," Knives hissed out, taking a step towards you, watching as you flinched at his tone. He truly didnt mean to speak to you like you were nothing, yet he couldn’t stop those words from sounding like watered down venom. "I gave you that blade, to remind you of me, and how much I want to protect you." He softened his tone, kneeling before you with an extended hand.

"Please my darling, hand me the blade, let me replace it with something that won't cause you harm." Those baby blues, filled to the brim with nothing but adoration for you, a pathetic human that slithered into his cold heart.

Your usually happy eyes, once brimmed with joy, filled with tears. Quiet sobs racked your body, wilfully releasing the blade to the plant that crumbled it to dust in his own hand.

Soft hands graced his skin, body instinctively tensing, only to relax seconds later. Blood-soaked arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him into hug. Knives reciprocated instantly, arms enveloping your tiny body.

It took months for him to allow you to touch him, years till he returned your touch with his own. Now Knives couldn't go without those soft hands holding his face, or massaging his scalp as you forced him to 'sleep'.

Now those soft hands were covered in blood, your blood.

Carefully as to not harm you further, Knives untangled himself from you, holding your arms. Ice blue eyes examined the new cuts littered across your wrists, a sympathetic sigh slipping past his lips.

"This pain is all too familiar to me, I know the urges, the constant need to relieve that agonising pain," Your eyes widened at Knives confession, looking at his own arms despite the suit covering them. "I understand it may take some time to stop, but I will not be apart of your relief, never ask for a blade from me again. Instead come to me so that I can help you overcome this, I'm not that terrifying. . . Am I?"

Quiet laughter broke the frown etched on his features, a small smile replacing it. "You aren't terrifying, at least not to me, not anymore." Those soft hands on his face had him melting, purring into your touch.

"Good, let's get you cleaned up shall we? Perhaps I'll let you make your obnoxious sounding music on my piano." A smug smirk was present on his face the moment your eyes sparkled, you weren't allowed to touch his beautiful piano unless he was guiding you. Otherwise the room would be filled with your childish keyboard smashes until Knives was sulking, silently fuming with a pounding headache he gained afterwards.

"It's called artist keyboard smashing, and you love it." You teased, wiping your dried tears.

Knives chuckled, playfully rolling his eyes as he gently held you in his arms, carrying you to your shared bed. That's where Knives cleaned you up, the very same hands that were covered I'm the blood of countless innocent lives, bandaged your arms with such gentle concentration.

"Thank you, Knives." You nuzzled into his neck, eyes closed.

Knives simply hummed, a kiss placed into your temple that had you instantly opening your eyes, mouth agape with a smile. He immediately regretted it.

"You kissed me!"

"I always do."

"Only after I kiss you first! You did it without me initiating!"

"Keep bringing it up and I'll never kiss you again."

"You wouldn't survive that long, you need my kisses to live on. Otherwise you'll shrivel away to nothingness." Your soft giggles had Knives pouting form relaxing, eyes examining the personality that chipped away at his protective walls. Knives would have to protect you now, more so than previously.

And he'd do just that, holding your hurting soul close while he worked hard to keep you safe.

"I suppose I don't despise your kisses that much."

[fazalkhan2914]

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[blazesartbloglmao]

"Tell me about it"

“Tell me about it,” Techno says later that night, when the fire is low but not quite out and Philza has gone to bed early.

Techno had been reading from one of his many books, hooves delicately turning yellowed pages. Tommy sat with a blanket thrown over his lap, furiously typing messages to Tubbo and Ranboo. They were snowed in at Snowchester, and Michael apparently thought it was some kind of miracle of sorts because Ranboo had been forced to stay in the house a lot with him.

“Tell you about what?” Tommy asks, looking up from his battered communicator. He frowns. “Exile?”

“No. Tell me about your home. L’manberg. Tell me about when it was good.”

Tommy scowls, then softens his face out and raises an eyebrow, casting an odd look in Techno’s direction. Two parts suspicion, one part confusion. “Why?”

“Because it was important to you,” Techno says simply. “I won’t get it, but I’d like to hear about it. All I heard about was a dictator who threw the founders out of the land and all I saw was a Butcher Army on my front lawn. So tell me about it. Tell me about before.”

A nervous sort of energy has entered Tommy’s chest now. He’s not sure why it’s there, only that it feels a bit like a worm has found it’s way from his stomach to his lungs and is now furiously doing the macarena as best as it’s wriggly little body can, even though it has no hands or feet.

It’s also that he’s never tried to explain L’manberg to anyone. Either you were there or you weren’t. Tubbo always got it. Eret certainly did, when they chatted over their fabric projects. Fundy didn’t like to talk about it, but he had brightened when he saw the friendship bracelet Tommy had hung onto. And Wilbur? Wilbur built the damn thing. Even if he refuses to talk about it. Ever.

He knows Tubbo had tried to tell Ranboo about it, the good bits so Ranboo could maybe understand a bit more. Like the time they’d climbed all the trees surrounding the van to try and find the one with grapes in them and then had subsequently pissed off a stray cat that was living in the area. Or when Tommy had sung to the plants in the rain, carefully tending his old carrot patch the way he now tends his small wheat farm and the flowers that dot his front lawn. He suspects Eret has done something similar with Foolish. The golden-skinned totem always has a habit these days of knowing about certain events that played out, though he speaks as if he read it somewhere, not that he’d experienced it.

But Tommy’s never had that practice. Perhaps if he had—like Tubbo, like Eret—he would’ve known exactly what to say to get Techno to understand better. To get him to at least like the idea it had been at first, before the bitter end it’d faced.

He summons all his memories he has of his home, days spent in sunlight; picking berries and petting wild cows. Looking for mischief with Tubbo. Helping Eret with chores. Playing with Fundy and teaching him how to scam. Learning all of Wilbur’s tricks—from the best ways to brew potions to how to confuse the people he was scamming—and soaking up his brother’s praise when he gave it, collecting each soft smile the older man had offered, each ruffle of his hair.

so im a day late but in my defense, i was busy feeling like i was close to death and it only occurred to me later at night yesterday that i could draw something from my own damn fic instead of scrambling to find something in my tired little brain. that's why we're here now lmao.

i wrote a fic back in 2021 about c!tommy and c!technoblade coming together to discuss their differences and try to mend their relationship. because, as i put it succinctly at the time in my partner in crime's dms "if the streamers arent up to the task, im certainly capable of writing a fucking fix-it fic in about a week or 2!"

idk what was in the water back then, i churned out fics like every 2 weeks it felt like and it was insane. now i struggle to finish a oneshot lmao

anyways, that fic does have artwork i drew for it but i wasn't really happy with it as i felt like it didn't capture any of the warmth the fic itself contains. enter this piece that i started impulsively last night and finished today before leaving to go to a plant sale. i did not watch cc!technoblade very long and i got into watching him when i was into dsmp (which i think ive mentioned before) but i am so so glad and grateful for the time he gave us.

if you'd like to read Notos, you can do so here. ive long since stopped lookin at the statistics because the numbers freak me out lmao. if you'd like to see the speedpaint that goes with this, you can click here!

i hope you all enjoy :)

[snowivivienne]

VIVI GLOW UP GUIDE: MASTERING THE BASICS

You want to see the biggest improvement in your life? Master. The. Basics.

If you don’t know where to exactly start on your glow up journey, this is part one. Get your sleep, nutrition and movement to peak performance. Don’t know where to start? I got you, as always 💕

Sleep ୨୧˚·

1. Try to get on a consistent sleep schedule, use a REM calculator to find the best time for you to go to bed based on the time you wake up. Using a REM calculator will help you wake up feeling refreshed instead of groggy, which is usually caused by waking up mid REM cycle.

2. Limit screen time and drink water a little bit before bed so you aren’t waking up to use the bathroom.

3. Silk are Satin Pillowcases which you can get at dollar tree even, this will protect your skin and hair.

4. Cut all caffeine 6 hours before bed.

5. Have a relaxing routine and chill your room, finding your favorite temperature. The human body needs to drop usually two degrees before falling asleep comfortably.

Nutrition ୨୧ ˚·

1. If possible get in contact with a nutritionist or dietician - I am a personal trainer and a nutritionist and I love to help for free if you can’t get one - if you need any help ask my page, comment or dm me!

2. Unlearn any misinformation, from Fad diets or paid off Nutritionists / Dietitians. Never listen to doctors on nutrition they have very little training, and be careful of even some specialists as we are seeing a rise in them taking payment from industries such as Coca Cola!

3. Eat the rainbow. You should be having a variety of foods, from legumes, nuts, seeds, fruits and veggies. Try switching up the fruit you get every week to start out!

4. Get your protein in. I really like plant based proteins, such as Tofu, Tempeh, Quinoa, Peas, and Hemp Seeds. You can calculate how much protein you need with a calculator online which can help you shoot for a good amount.

5. Whole Foods should be the staple of your diet. Try to eat a very balanced diet with complex carbs, protein, and lots of veggies and fruit. This will help with micronutrients which are so underrated !

Movement ୨୧˚·

1. Find a form of workout you like. If you hate what you do you won’t do it so explore the many options, it could be dance, calisthenics, weight lifting, running , hiking, and so much more!

2. Get in contact with a personal trainer if you can, once again I am a certified personal trainer and I help for free if you need it!

3. Start out small with short amount of time. If you go right into doing 1 hour workouts you will get burned out.

4. Do different muscle groups everyday. Example of this would be arms monday, and legs tuesday. This helps for you not to get as sore and can be more consistent.

5. Be consistent. There are going to be days that you are tired, do it tired. There are going to be days that you are a little sore, which is normal in the beginning, so it sore. If you need rest genuinely take it, but that should be two days top. It’s hard, but it’s also hard to live an unhealthy lifestyle. Choose the type of hard you want.

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Nobody's Girl - Chapter Ten.

Previous chapters - One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine

Taglist - In the comments, please DM to be added/removed

Words - 3,738

Warnings - Adult content throughout, minors DNI!

“Oh, look at this!” Greta announced from her seat upon the rear porch, Emily’s foot in her lap as she and her friend both jointly painted one another’s toenails their usual shade of red. “The menfolk have returned triumphant with a big ole’ corpse!”  

“And I see you’re livin’ it up true to long weekend form, sittin’ over there all fried on gin rickeys!” Angelo called back, Greta and Emily snorting with laughter. They were a little merry, feeling that they could shrug off any responsibility they felt bound by morality to uphold, returning to a relieving sight of Filomena listening to records in the lounge while drinking tea, Guiseppe off fishing in the middle distance, and Milania keeping Alessio entertained.  

“I’ll get it cut and gutted, fellas.” Robert spoke as they carried it around to the side of the house, where a small outbuilding was located. While he went about dealing with the carcass, the women guessing that the probability of a fresh venison dinner was very high that night, their men went upstairs to wash and change, joining them afterwards with a large whiskey a piece.  

“You two had a good day?” Luca asked, jerking his head in the direction of the lounge as he quietened, “and has there been any issues from her in there?” 

“Hungover this morning,” Emily mouthed, leaning a little closer to him, “Alessio came and woke me at eight, and she finally got up about forty-five minutes later. She hasn’t been unpleasant or anything, though. Just keeping herself to herself.” 

His eyebrows twitched, reaching to rest his hand on her thigh. “Good. I ain’t got no more patience for her shit.” She could understand that, knowing Luca as well as she did. His threshold for nonsense was virtually zero, and she knew too that it had planted a seed of concern, should Filomena be wandering around drunk while she was solely in charge of the kids, since the nanny he paid didn’t live in with them.  

Later that evening, once again the woman in question sat at the end of the table only engaging with her children over dinner, knocking back glass after glass of wine, Milania repeatedly looking over at her father with wide eyes. 

“Fil, you need to slow it down,” he spoke eventually once the plates had been cleared, leaning forward in his seat. “You put away a bottle to yourself. You want a pickled liver?” 

“Says he with a cognac in his hand,” she muttered into her glass, gulping on the Cabernet Sauvignon like she was drawing strength from the deep red liquid.  

His mouth tightened, muttering something under his breath that made Emily place a discreet, supportive hand to his thigh beneath the table. “I ain’t the one knockin’ ‘em back like water. You’re making our kids worry, and that ain’t gonna happen on my watch.” 

“Fine.” Standing up, she grabbed the almost full second bottle she’d just begun working her way into, a smile of gritted teeth cracking her unimpressed face. “Allow me to move so it’s not on your watch.”  

Her sneer had her daughter sighing, Emily wishing she could reach across the table to offer comfort, but knowing she’d likely make things worse if she tried. At least the kid let Greta wrap her up in a hug, advising that maybe it was time for her and her brothers to head up to bed and escorting them. 

Her own sons went to go listen to jazz in the front lounge, the guys going to play cards, Greta joining Emily outside once more once she’d got the little ones settled.  

They sat enjoying the last of the wine, neither mentioning the black cloud that was Filomena hanging over them and their long weekend away, both separately hoping she actually find a little dignity and knock her behaviour on the head. Instead, they spoke of happier things, like Greta detailing an embarrassing event from a vacation she and her family had taken to Spain a few years back. 

“So, I was there, queuing up with the boys again to send ‘em down the water slide, and this woman is behind me. She taps me on the shoulder, and I don’t know much Spanish at all save a few words to get me by, but she said something I recognised about swimsuit. I thought she being complimentary over mine, so thanked her and turned around. This broad taps me again, saying the same thing so I’m like “si señorita, gracias”, and I turn around again. She taps me a third time with these wide eyes, pointing at my ass, which I turned to see was sticking out through a gigantic rip in my swimsuit!” 

Emily was in hysterics. “Oh my god!” she cried, “and you’d been walking around like that with your cheeks on show for how long?” 

“Couldda been all damned day, dolly! Nobody told me! What in the good god is that, huh? Letting a woman walk around bare assed!” 

“I flashed most of fifth avenue last year, when we had that terrible, windy weather just before Christmas. My dress almost went over my head, I was screaming, and Luca? Did my guy help me? Did he hell. He was walking along, shoulders shaking, and I swear I have never heard him laugh like that when he finally turned to me and my beetroot face. He roared!”  

“Strange, ain’t it? When the taciturn guys really cut loose with the laughter. He don’t take enough time to see the fun side of life sometimes, your guy, but when he does, hoo, boy!” 

“Tell me about it!” she enthused, “we went to go and see that Harold Lloyd movie at the flicks a while back, Safety Last, it was. He couldn’t stop laughing, all the way home, too, and then I thought he was over it. Nope. We were in the middle of having sex and he just snorts and starts up again! I slapped him so damned hard for thinking of a movie when he should have been concentrating on me, and he’s just there, carrying on, apologising, but still laughing!” 

“Oh my god! I wouldda made him sleep on the couch!” Greta gasped through her giggles. 

“I nearly did! I was furious!”  

They continued their laughter, Emily pouring out the last of the wine, hearing the doors open softly, lighting herself a cigarette that Greta had offered. She was hoping to turn around and see Luca, so she could speak the name Harold Lloyd and watch him fall apart, but instead saw the one face she didn’t particularly relish in seeing.  

“So,” Filomena spoke, taking a seat at the top of the table, her wine glass replaced for gin, it looked. And smelled. “How many times’a day ar-you layin’ my husband, hmm?”  

Oh, god. She was steaming. 

“He ain’t your husband anymore, Fil. And it’s rude of you to be asking Emily that,” Greta spoke, drawing her shoulders up as she turned to Emily, giving her a look of support. 

“M’just sayin’, it bhetta be ha-lot, y’know. ‘Cuz if ya don’t, he’ll h-only gho lookin’ elsewhere.” She smirked, chuckling into her glass. “He does like the whores, ahfter all.” 

Emily could feel her cheeks starting to burn, Greta fixing her with a look, mouthing “stand up for yourself!” before drawing fiercely upon her cigarette.  

“You’re embarrassing yourself, Filomena,” she sighed, calming her breathing, knowing that truly, she was the one with the upper hand. She had what the woman wanted, after all. She had him. “Listen, I’d really like us to get along, for the sake of the children. I’m going to be in Luca’s life for the foreseeable. It’s important we at least act civilly towards one another.” 

Her words were fair and delivered with quiet cool, Greta smiling proudly. Filomena was only furtherly thunderous. 

“You smug lil’ cunt,” she spat, eyeing her with displeasure as she rose to her feet, wobbling, knocking back the rest of her drink. “You ain’t shpecial, y’know. Garbage! That’s s’what y’are!” 

Emily raised her eyebrows, smiling. “And yet I’m special enough for your ex-husband to be faithful to. With how vile that mouth of yours is, I can see why he looked anywhere except you for so long.”  

Greta winced, unable to stop her nervous giggles at her friend’s sudden swell of bravery, her little show of confidence, those acidic words burning right to Filomena’s core.  

It was not taken well.  

Her grip tightened upon the empty gin glass, hurling it right at Emily’s face, who ducked with impressive speed, the vessel smashing against the side of the house. “Vile fuckin’ cunt bitch! Gimme m’husband back or I’ll fuckin’ have y’killed!”  

She lunged, stumbling, the only thing stopping her being Greta reaching to push her away, Angelo and Luca appearing.  

“The fuck is goin’ on?” the latter asked, brows knitting.  

“She’s just thrown a glass at Emily, and a barrage of abuse,” Greta spoke, pushing Filomena, her hand retreating when the feral woman scratched her with a yell.  

That was it. Now she’d fucked up. 

Luca strode for her, grabbing a handful of her dress and hauling her away from the table, turning her around as he pushed her back against the house, a pressed hand to her chest keeping her there. 

“Listen to me, and fuckin’ listen good,” he hissed, grasping her jaw and forcing her to give him eye contact. “Sort yourself out, you fuckin’ tragic mess of a woman. Either you get your act together, or those kids, they come and live with me full time. I ain’t trusting a messy fuckin’ drunk to take care of ‘em, and believe me, you ever, ever threaten Emily again, and your ass is out on the streets and your alimony stops dead. You understand me?”  

He could do that easily, too. The payments he gave to Filomena were not court ordered, a huge chunk coming out of his illegitimate earnings, so there was truly nothing she could do to stop him from ceasing the four hundred a week she got to take care of herself, the children, or the house still in his name. He knew that the dissolution of his marriage was mostly his fault, but this, this drunken lashing out, it was all her.  

“Fuck off.” she slurred, pulling herself free of his grasp as she waved her hand around “Fuck all’a youse!” Off she staggered into the house, Greta saying she’d go fetch a broom to deal with the glass, Emily walking to Luca and pulling him into a hug.  

“I'm sorry, honey. That was mostly my fault, I shouldn’t have gotten sassy with her but in my defence, I was pissed off with her mouth,” she spoke, sighing, feeling his arms tighten around her before he let go. 

“Ain’t nothin’ you could have said that warranted her throwin’ a fuckin’ glass at your face, EJ. She’s the one in the wrong, not you.”  

“I know,” she lamented, rubbing his arms before moving to shift the table back, seeing Greta with a broom and newspaper in her hands emerging from the house. “I could have been a little more mature than taunting the woman that I’m the one you stuck faithful to.” 

“That ain’t immature,” he spoke, moving the chair for her, “that’s plain fact, doll.” 

“And you did start being very cordial and adultlike in the face of her childishness, my sweet,” Greta spoke, shifting past to begin sweeping the glass, Emily taking the paper from under her arm and bending to carefully begin placing the larger shards onto it. “Telling her that you really wanted for you both to be cordial at the very least for the sake of the children. That’s probably what lit her fuse, to be honest. She knows you’re the bigger woman, as well as the one her husband is doing more damned laying with than a lino company.”  

Luca couldn’t help but laugh at that, and when it was just them again back in their bedroom, he made sure to lay her very, very thoroughly.  

“When you said you’d take the kids off of her, if she didn’t get herself sorted, how would that happen?” Emily asked, lying with her leg rested over his hips, Luca’s hand drawing idle swirls across her soft skin. “We don’t have the room in the apartment. It’d be difficult with school as well, since Manhattan is an almost an hour’s drive away.” 

“Not if we moved to the city,” he replied, turning to look at her. “We need a proper place to live instead of an apartment above a gin joint. I want the kids to spend more time with me, you too, and then there’s the matter of our own kids as well.” He reached for her stomach, stroking it with a smile. “Can’t wait to see this belly all rounded with my baby.” 

Her eyes widened a little. He wanted her to have his babies? “Really? You want kids with me?” 

Chuckling softly, he leaned to kiss her. “I’m only surprised it hasn’t happened already, cara mia. We ain’t exactly been careful.”  

True, they hadn’t. Emily had considered wearing a cap to prevent such, but never gotten around to it, and for Luca, wearing a French Letter was a completely unheard of concept, unless he was with a whore who insisted. There was nobody more surprised than him that he hadn’t contracted a rampant case of the syph because of it, either. “Sounds like you’ve been giving it some serious thought, my man.” 

“I have,” he confessed, his smile broadening. “Saw a six-bedroom apartment listed on Fifth Avenue. It’s huge, and exactly what we need. Especially if my current kids come and live with us, too.” He looked a little pensive then, mouth down turning, forehead creasing. “I hope that don’t happen. Not ‘cuz I don’t want my kids with me if that’s the best for ‘em, but because it’d mean their mother turned out to be a no-good drunk. No child should have to suffer what you did.” 

Suffer she had because of Bertha, cleaning up her puke, fixing the house up, making sure she ate, checking her in the night to ensure she was still breathing. It had been a huge burden upon Emily in her tender years, and of course, she’d revealed all of it to Luca.  

“I hope it doesn’t either, for their sake, and Filomena’s.” She certainly had more charity in her heart there than Luca did, who didn’t much give a damn for his ex-wife's welfare, providing it didn’t end up hurting his children. It was nothing short of rapid, just how much he could freeze towards somebody who had tipped his temper. “But back to the apartment. An apartment on Fifth,” she spoke, her eyes widening. “Wow!” 

Seeing that excited face truly was what he lived for. “Like the sound of that, huh?” 

“Yes!” she squeaked, biting her lip. “But you’re turning me into such a spoiled princess!” 

He tightened his arm around her, kissing the top of her head. “You don’t act like one. Plus, you deserve it. Your life was all kinds of hell before you literally fell into mine.” Another kiss was pressed to her head, Luca saying a silent prayer of gratitude to god for sending him the young woman lying in his arms. Simple, uncomplicated, unpretentious and with the kindest heart he’d ever met. “Manhattan will suit ya, too. I get that you’ll probably miss your loud-mouthed buddy, but the plus side is Greta is literally just around the corner. It’s a ten-minute walk from East seventy-third.” 

She hadn’t considered that. Indeed, she would miss seeing Maggie with quite the regularity that she did, but having Greta ten minutes away would definitely make up for that. How on earth was this her life? Thankful was simply not the word. As it happened, she had much more to be thankful for, too, awaking the following morning to a Filomena-free house.  

“She left in the early hours with the children, sir,” Catherine explained, looking a little fidgety, like Luca might blaze at her for allowing her departure. “Said that we should come back in our own time when the rest of you return.”  

Emily couldn’t stop the laughter that came at seeing Greta begin to gently run a circle behind the housekeeper, arms held aloft in triumph. “The beast retreats!” she exclaimed, looking relieved that they’d get to spend their last day there with a modicum of peace restored.  

Once they did arrive back in Brooklyn, things very much shifted up a gear, Luca arranging for a viewing of the apartment on Fifth within days of their return, enjoying every second of seeing Emily walking around it with her mouth hanging open.  

“I think your wife is quite impressed, Mr. Changretta,” the realtor noted, nodding his head towards a completely spellbound Emily.  

He smiled widely, entertained by her cry of “it goes all the way back here!” at opening a door and continuing through on her wide-eyed tour. “Yeah, I think she is, too.” Wife. Hmm. He didn’t bother to correct Mr. Abraham there, but he did make a mental note about doing something to change that. “We’ll take it. Cash okay?”  

Yes. It most definitely was.  

With the owners very much invested in a quick sale, it was a mere eight weeks until the former Brooklyn residents made their way to Manhattan, a fleet of trucks parking up outside the building, new furniture being brought in, Luca only staying a short while to pay the men before he kissed his beloved goodbye and headed out to attend to business, Angelo, Donny and Enzo waiting for him downstairs in the Rolls.  

That left Emily with the very capable help of Greta and Maggie, who thrived in assisting in telling the moving guys just where to put everything.  

“Good job the last folks had taste, dolly,” the former chimed, looking all around at the mostly white painted walls. “Ours was vile when we moved. Pistachio green, I tell ya!”  

Emily laughed at her gagging, advising the guys to place her desk down by the window in the next room over, which would become her office to get her bookkeeping endeavours done in. “Well, it wasn’t in some rooms, but we had them redecorated prior to us moving. Let me show you our bedroom, it’s gorgeous!”  

Her friends followed her through the excitement, heading all the way to the other end of the hall, Maggie remarking they’d get there quicker on roller skates and to perhaps look into it as Emily swung the double doors open. All of the furniture had been brought in prior to their arrival, everything set up apart from the packing cases containing their clothes and shoes. “Ta-da!” 

“Emily! Holy shit, this is swanky!” Maggie chimed, her mouth falling open. Swanky, in truth, was putting it mildly, the women viewing it in wonder as they carefully negotiated their way around. Deep red walls contrasted with beige, and panels of wallpaper depicting floral motifs on black. Well, until they looked closer to see that they had actually been painted on.  

“Isn’t it beautiful?” she sighed, her hand finding the velvet canopy of the four-poster bed, smoothing the tied back burgundy fabric around the huge, ornate bed. “It’s half art deco chic, half vampire lair. We kind of met in the middle there.” 

“No prizes for guessing whose half is whose,” Greta chirped, loving the feeling of the sudden contrast of the beige, soft fur rug upon her feet after stepping to it from the dark stained floorboards. “I want to live on this rug! Angelo can up his game, I want this, too!” 

“Darling, you talk like your place isn’t just as opulent,” Emily spoke, picturing Greta’s beautiful abode.  

“Can one of you gals just go ahead an adopt me?” Maggie then chirped, pointing up to the gold mouldings upon the ceiling with an open mouth. They shared laughter, moving to the other rooms, the boy’s furnished in various shades of blue, and peach for Milania, as per her request. To her father, not Emily.  

“So, the kid still hates you, then?” Maggie asked as they headed to the kitchen, ready to unpack the next most important room.  

She paused before taking a screwdriver to the case screws, shaking her head. “She’s so heavily under the influence of her mother, still. I exist in her father’s life, ergo I’m the reason why her parents haven’t gotten back together. At least Filomena seems to be keeping her drinking under control, though. That or she’s hiding it better, but Milania has been keeping her dad abreast and apparently, there’s been no day drinking since they got back from the Catskills.”  

Maggie reached for her, giving her shoulder a supportive squeeze. “The not bein’ outta her head thing is somethin’ at least, darl. Milania’ll come round eventually, too.”  

Emily could only hope, but in the meantime had much more pressing matters to deal with than her boyfriend’s daughter showing her continued contempt. Once her friends had left, she continued with the unpacking, not having much left to do at all. With a chicken and vegetables roasting in the oven, she poured herself a glass of white wine, walking through her beautiful new home to go and look out at the breathtaking view of Central Park from the lounge windows.  

“How the hell did I get this lucky?” she pondered, shaking her head as she unclipped the pearls from her ears, giving the slightly aching lobes a little rub.  

“Ya fell over in front of the right wiseguy.” 

She all but jumped out of her skin. “Oh god, Luca! I didn’t hear you come in!”  

He laughed, unfastening his cufflinks and rolling up his sleeves. “Can’t believe you got all of this done in a day, and I smell dinner cooking, too.” He slid his arms around her from behind, moving her hair to kiss the side of her neck. “Should be me askin’ how the hell I got so lucky.”  

“I think we should call it a draw.”  

He kissed her neck again, the floral bouquet upon her skin making his senses tingle. “Best deal I’ve agreed on all day, doll.”  

Well, there was another one that probably topped it, but it could remain in his pocket for that moment. 

[the-oricami-curio]

Blood Drinker Lotus

Nelumbo sangua

The lotus is commonly found floating in the pools of swamp water, but may also grow in mounds among the peat. Though the name may be deceiving, it is actually two organisms, a cnidarian and a plant, in a mutualistic relationship. Normally white in color it turns a crimson red after feeding on a victim's blood.

When a creature touches the lotus, its tendrils shoot out in a 5ft radius. All creatures within the area must make a DC 17 Constitution saving throw, taking 3d12 magical piercing damage on a failure. If the creature fails by 5 or more it takes an additional 6d6 piercing damage as the lotus drinks their blood.

Each part of the lotus is a separate target, the cnidarian and the plant. Both have 5 AC and 15 HP each. The cnidarian is resistant to fire damage while the plant is resistant to cold damage.

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[wrathofrats]

more pebble and ivy hc to add to the collection? Pls?

Hiii for more info on my pebble and ivy headcanons please see these two posts and also if you’re wondering who the fuck pebble and ivy are

I need everyone to know I’ve been talking about them for months in private, and I have like 4 fics lined up for when I decide everyone is ready for them. They’re my stupid secret obsession.

Ok now that that’s all out of the way, have some random shit I’ve thrown into @divine-misfortune DMs for the past month

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Therapist: so pebble how do you feel about this relationship

Pebble: great. Thats my twink I own him.

Therapist: uh …… ok Ivy how do you feel about that

Ivy: I’m his twink he owns me

Therapist, about to call Terzo to warn him: ok!

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Pebble w rock magic making ivy such pretty jewelry and he’s always like

“I made this super rare demantoid garnet to match the vibes of your aura”

And ivys just like “WOOO SHINY AND GREEN”

I think pebble is gods biggest rock nerd because it’s very on the nose and I think he deserves to be a stupid nerd about something under his dumbass personality

I think mist half flirts with ivy to fuck with him and pebble and ivy just goes wide eyed and stares at the ground and stutters and mist is like “??? Alright loser” and pebbles like “😍😍😍😍”

The insane amount of pathetic awkwardness is rizz to pebble

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Pebble: hold on I have to water my house plant

Mist: your boyfriend has a name you know

Ivy: yay water (:

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Oh my god

Ivy trying to impress pebble, he just desperately wants to hear that laugh, be the cause of it, so he tries to play some stupid prank on alpha or omega but it’s just …

Wrong

Because he doesn’t fully grasp the idea

And pebble can’t help but laugh at him anyways because the attempt was cute enough

Im thinking the poor thing literally writes “stupid” on a piece of paper and tapes it to alphas back

Pebbles never been more in love.

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And something nsfw bc (:

Ohhhhhh alpha is the fucking worst

Don’t think he would go as far as fucking ivy given the chance but he absolutely acts like he’s going to because god it’s fun to watch pebble fume

(Also maybe it’ll get him to actually make a move because all this yearning is going to make alpha sick)

It’s small things a first, maybe crowding him against the counter, tipping his head and saying he’s pretty before letting him go

And it’s not even the move that makes pebble upset it’s the fact that is so very clearly worked ivy up beyond belief. Had the poor thing blushing so hard you’d think he was sick and quickly walking out of the room with his shirt pulled down over himself

Ohhh do you think alpha teases pebble about it? Holds it over his head?

Maybe gets pebble pinned against a wall somewhere with his legs wrapped around alphas waist so he has to rely on him for support, just a normal thing they do

Until alphas whispering how pretty ivy is into pebbles neck

shouldve seen him when I almost got a finger in his mouth, practically drooled over it the pathetic thing

And pebbles begging him to shut the fuck up, growling and digging his claws into his back.

wonder if he would’ve let me. Just allow me to fuck his pretty little mouth with my fingers in front of everyone? He seems pretty easy, I’m sure he would’ve loved it